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Broken

By: Master72200



Holly and I met ten years ago, and have managed to keep our friendship going despite life's many changes. Although we only see each other a few times a year, we began a strong e-mail relationship about a year ago, and that has been our primary means of communication.

In the last six months, those messages have become decidedly more sexual, as we began to discuss our mutual fantasies. I confessed a desire to dominate someone, while Holly had admitted to being excited by both sides of the master/servant equation. We even joked about who would master whom; playing out roles on the net, constantly teasing each other, but never following through.

Last weekend, I agreed to meet some old friends for drinks. Since it was on Holly's side of town, I stopped by her place to say hi first. We talked, had a beer, and I invited her to join us. Somewhere in the back of my head the wheels were already turning, though I would never have admitted it.

We had drinks with six or seven friends, and got pretty lit. Holly's not much of a drinker, and before long she was completely loaded. We said goodbye to the others and I drove her home. Even at this point, if you had asked me what was going to happen, I would have said "nothing".

When we stepped into Holly's apartment, it was as if we stepped out of our selves and into our "roles". I know that sounds weird, but the lighting, the mood, everything seemed to draw us in. She stepped up to me and we embraced in a hug. Before long, out lips found each other and we locked in a passionate kiss.

Now I'm no stranger to women, and I've found myself in this situation many times before, but for some reason, maybe the drinks or all those e-mails about dominance, this time I had to the courage to play my part. And I played it to perfection.

I gently took Holly's hands in mine and placed them on top of her flowing red hair. Then, slowly, I began to work my hands along the ample curves of her body. Instinctively, she slid her hands down to touch me. At that point, I could have just given up, but I didn't. Firmly but quietly I said "Put your hands back on top of your head". And she did as I asked. "Good girl". Things were definitely going my way.

Emboldened by this little victory, my hands moved more freely, cupping her large breasts and exploring her inner thighs, and ass. "Do you like that?" No answer. "I said, do you like that?"

"Yes" she whispered, lost in a sea of booze, desire and growing submission. I decided to take a chance.

"Yes, what?" a said firmly. Again, no answer. I gave her a swat on the ass, not hard, but definitely a message. "Yes what?"

After a moment, the corners of her mouth turned up in a sexy smile, and she whispered, "Yes, Master." She was going to submit, but neither of us had any idea to what extent.

"That's right, I am your Master. And what does that make you?", I asked as I peeled off her top. In an instant, her bra joined her top on the floor. Holly's breasts were gorgeous, large and round with big juicy nipples that were rock hard.

"I'm ... I'm ... your slave." she whimpered. "Damn right you are." I slipped her tight pants over her thighs and down to the floor. Her panties followed, exposing her flaming red bush. "And what are you going to do for me?"

"Anything you want", she moaned as I ran my fingers between her legs. Normally, if a woman said those words to me, I'd be in heaven. But tonight, that wasn't going to be good enough. I landed a second slap, this time a little harder, on her exposed ass cheek. It left a little red mark. "Get it right, bitch. What are you going to do for me?"

"Anything you want, Master." She wasn't smiling anymore; this was getting serious and we both knew it.

"Play with your tits for me".

"Yes Master", and she did as I commanded. I couldn't believe it! I was standing there watching my friend fondle her tits with abandon for my pleasure. I was so turned on, and that only fueled my fire for more control. I grabbed her crotch roughly; she was soaking wet! Apparently we were both getting into the game.

"What's this?"

"It's my ... my ..."

"Your pussy?" I offered.

"It's my pussy Master" she said almost in a whisper.

"No it's not!" A hard smack to the ass. "Who's pussy is this?" I asked as I worked my fingers furiously between her legs.

"It's your pussy, Master."

"Damn right it is. Would you like to play with my pussy, bitch?"

Her "Yes Masters" were barely audible now. "Then ask my permission".

She paused for a moment; those words don't come easily for most women. I decided to encourage her with another swat on the ass.

"May I please play with your pussy Master?" I nodded my consent, and she went to work on herself with a recklessness like I have never seen before. One hand on her clit and the other squeezing a breast, Holly gave in to her desire and masturbated wildly in front of me. Even I was taken aback; mesmerized by the show I had orchestrated.

In no time at all, she was moaning and close to orgasm. "Do you like that? Does that make you want to cum?"

"Yes Master."

"If you cum without my permission, I'm gonna make you suffer. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes Master. I ..." She looked up at me with her soft green eyes; the eyes of my longtime friend. "Please don't make me say it."

This was her last stand, her last chance to save her pride, her dignity and her sense of self. I could pull back now, and we'd just have a fun romp; no harm no foul. But I had already had a taste of total dominance, the almost primitive sense that she was powerless to stop me. I was intoxicated by it; I was as much a slave to power as Holly was to me.

I landed a hard slap across her face, and she let out and audible groan. "Don't fucking look at me, bitch. You don't deserve to look at me. Now ask!"

She had lost, and she knew it. "May I please cum for you Master?" she said with a voice that sounded like defeat. I gave my consent and she did as I commanded. Holly stood, completely naked in the middle of the room, masturbating herself to orgasm while I watched. There was nothing she wouldn't do for me now.

"You're my bitch now. You'll do what I say, when I say, where I say, to whom I say- without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master" when moaned as she quivered in orgasm. As I watched her complete her task I suddenly realized that I was rock hard myself and had yet to be touched.

"Very good, slave. Now get on your knees." She did so without hesitation. "Take out my cock". Again, no hesitation. "Now suck it, bitch".

Her "Yes Master" was muffled by my cock as she went to work on it. On any other night, things might have ended here with a fantastic blowjob, but once again, my need to dominate overcame my need to orgasm. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. "Place your hands on the edge of the couch". She went and stood at the edge of the couch and put her hands on the armrest. "Now count for me."

I smacked her left ass cheek hard. "One!" her groaned, obviously smarting. I landed a second smack on her right cheek. "Two!" For the next few minutes I landed smack after smack to her bright red ass cheeks, while she counted them out. Finally, I shoved her down on to the couch. "Now thank me".

"Thank you Master" as she lay motionless. I sat next to her on the couch and began to play with her clit again, while she lay silently receiving my ministrations.

Suddenly the door to her apartment opened and her roommate stood

staring at us. There was a moment where no one knew what to do, then her roommate ran back out and shut the door behind her. Holly and I sat there for a moment, caught between our real selves and our roles; embarrassed, aroused, confused. I collected myself, stood, reached out my hand, and said "Follow me". Completely subserviant, Holly followed me into her bedroom.

Maybe I the embarrassment of being caught had affected me, because, once in her room, I grew angry and I took my anger out on Holly. I was not only bent on complete domination but humiliation as well. I laid down on her bed and commanded her to suck my cock. She did as she was told.

"Now lick my balls, slave". Without hesitation her tongue began to expertly caress my balls while one hand simultaneously worked my shaft. Still, this wasn't enough.

"Tongue my ass, bitch." I can't believe those words came out of my mouth. But it was the dirtiest thing I could think of, the most humiliating command I could give. And she was going to do it or suffer the consequences.

To my surprise she did as she was told. She began slowly, encircling the rim and then sliding her tongue up to my balls. The motion was repeated several times.

"Stick your tongue in my asshole". Stiffening her tongue, Holly pushed into my asshole. "That's it- keep going." She repeated again and again, darting her tongue in and out, almost relishing in the depravity of the act.

Finally, I could take it no longer. I pushed her away and got up from the bed. "Get down on all fours, and put your head down."

"Yes Master." I got behind and took her doggie style. She was so wet, so vulnerable, with her ass sticking in the air and her head down. As I picked up speed I grabbed her hair like the reins of a horse and pulled her head up.

"Who am I?"

"My Master" Holly moaned, her heart quickening.

"And who are you?"

"I am your slave, Master."

"That's right, bitch." I was pumping furiously and her hips bucked back against me with equal enthusiasm. "And that means you do what I want, where I want, when I want, to whom I want, with out question!"

"Yes Master" she cried as her orgasm flowed. And with that I myself came, almost uncontrollably, quivering as I filled her with my angry load.

Eventually, we both collapsed on the bed. Silently. Peacefully. We got dressed in near silence, shared a long hug and a tender kiss goodnight, and I walked out.

Holly and I shared something that night; a side of ourselves that no one else has ever seen. She e-mailed me the other day about our encounter, asking me if I liked being "King for a Day". I said that I had definitely been King, but not just for a day. Because once you've been broken they way I broke Holly, you can't ever go back. I own her now.

To Be Continued...

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The night sky is dark and clear as the stars brightly shine down upon the big bay window where she sits quietly combing her long red curls. Her silky skin glows in the soft light that floods the room. Having just taken her shower she still has yet to dress for the night. Holding the brush in one hand she lets out a soft sigh as her fingers gently stroke up her inner thigh. Her mind lost in deep thoughts of Him as her fingers near her already moist mound. Startled suddenly by the sound of the door knob turning she turns her head to see who’s entering the room. Her eyes shine as He steps into the room. She knows immediately that He has come to use her body for His pleasure. His deep voice fills the quiet room as He beckons her to Him, “Come kneel before Me, My slut let Me have a look at you.”

Quickly she slides off the seat from which she was perched gently going to her hands and knees. The soft carpet cushions her as she crawls to Him. Her eyes lowered respectively to the floor. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she moves with the grace and pride of a cat, making sure each hip raises higher then what is natural only wishing to please Him. Upon reaching His feet she rises to her knees folding her legs neatly under her so that her small tight round ass rests over her heels. Bringing her hands up and lacing her fingers behind her head forcing her shoulders down and back knowing this is how He likes her. With her chest jutted out proudly she parts her smooth milky thighs so that she exposes her freshly shaven sex to Him as well.

He smiles softly to Himself as His eyes roam over her body drinking in its luscious beauty. He reaches down with one hand running his fingers over the top of the firm skin of her breasts before fondling it hard making her whimper. His voice is gentle but firm as He asks her, “Tell Me, My slut are you willing and eager to serve Me tonight?” She quietly whispers barely parting her full lips, “Yes Sir, I'm willing and eager to serve You.” He smiles chuckling to Himself knowing something she doesn’t, “Perhaps I should see for Myself just how willing and eager you are.” He says to her knowing how excited He makes her when He toys with her. She smiles softly awaiting his command of her.

He gives her breast a tight squeeze pulling up slightly, “Stand slut.” He commands her. She rises to her feet sliding one leg out pushing up to her feet keeping her hands laced behind her head. Her eyes glace at His face briefly before she lowers her them again to the floor. He slides one foot between hers moving it side to side forcing her legs to open up to Him. He leans in near her ear as His fingers find an already pert nipple. He pinches it hard tugging it back as He whispers lowly into her ear, “Let’s see just how eager you are slut.” As He slides His hand down her torso to her mound pushing His finger past the smooth slips over her tiny bud that has already begun to swell into her wet opening. She bites her lip holding back a moan as He slides His finger in farther then back out then pushing it in harder yet again. His eyes watch the reaction on her face knowing He could easily get her to beg Him to cum if He keeps fucking her tight wet hole with His now coated slippery finger. He slips His finger out of her and up to her now very swollen clit rubbing it hard in small circles. Unable to hold back the pleasure He brings to her body she lets out a soft desire filled moan. He smiles softly bringing His slick finger to her lips smearing her nectar over them. She opens her mouth sucking His finger into the hot confines rolling her tongue over it being sure to clean all of juice from Him.

He watches her tongue run over her lips as he withdraws His finger from her mouth. Smiling He leans down and kisses them softly. His hand finds her firm breast yet again as He cups it giving it a gentle squeeze, “You are a very willing whore aren’t you.” He whispers His voice husky and deep. “Yes Sir.” She replies softly. “Tonight My slut, I’m going to break your will and take you make you Mine for good.” He growls in her ear lightly slapping her very hard nipple with his fingers. She swallows hard letting out a soft whimper knowing He has already done so yet she still denies Him. Her denial is due in part to the fact that she’s never given herself to anyone the way He wishes her to do. The way a slave gives themselves completely to a Master or Mistress. He has already worn her will to fight down to barely nothing knowing that she too desires to belong to Him. He has taken His time with her more so then He would have with any other toy. Yet how could He not? He is drawn to her more then He has been to anyone in a very long time. His need of her not only coming from her submissive nature but also the love and tenderness she shows Him. Moving His hand up over her shoulder gently pushing down He commands to her, “Remove My cock from its restrictive enclosure.” She quickly drops down to her knees leaning forward opening His pants with her mouth. Tugging each flap open slightly as she nuzzles her mouth into His pants. Her eager wanton mouth finding His already hardened cock as she sucks it between her lips milking the head briefly as she pulls His cock free. He winds His fingers into her lavish red locks pushing her forward, “Suck Me slut.” He says. She purrs on His cock as she begins to stroke it with her mouth being sure to get Him nice and slick. His hand comes down hard forcing her to take Him into her throat. He moans hearing and feeling her gag as He begins to fuck her mouth faster and harder. She gags at the sudden force of His massive member being shoved down her throat yet swallows hard only wanting to please Him. Suddenly He pulls from her mouth looking down at her He says, “Not yet whore, it’s too soon for Me to cum, now offer Me both your ass and pussy.” She whimpers softly, “Yes Sir.” As she turns around getting on all fours rolling her hips up so her back is arched. She leans down slightly on her elbows spreading her legs far apart so that He gets a good view of both her tight holes. “That’s a good little slut.” He says as he kneels behind her.

He pushes the head of His swollen cock against her clit rubbing back up the crack of her tight ass the back down slowly. “Which hole should I take first slut?” He whispers before shoving all of His length deep into her tight hot wet pussy. She lets out a loud moan as He savagely begins to pump Himself into her. Gripping her hips hard His fingers digging into them as He impales her wanton body with His now throbbing cock. Feeling her body begin to tighten around Him, He smacks her ass hard with one hand watching the red welt rise suddenly hearing her cry out in both pain and pleasure. Suddenly He barley hears her voice from all the heavy panting as she pleads to Him. “Sir please may I cum ohh gawd Sir please!” “No slut not yet, not till you give yourself to Me as I have asked of you.” He growls heavily knowing if He keeps fucking her this hard she’ll cum anyway. She whimpers loudly begging Him again, “Sir please, may I cum for You!” Again He smacks her ass harder this time knowing the heat and sting only excite her more. “No whore you may not, unless you give Me what it is I seek.” He says lowly between His own deep shallow breaths.

Suddenly He pulls from her dripping cunt running the head of His cock up to her tightly puckered star. He lets out a grunt as He forces the head inside. She leeches forward crying out at the sudden invasion that causes waves of pain and pleasure to rush thru her body. He grips her hips pulling her back on Him hard forcing her to take all of Him. Her fingers curl into the carpet as her breath is forced from her by His hard driving. Her body begins to quiver ready to explode. He begins to pant hard as He ravages her tight little ass knowing full well that she will cum soon but also knowing she will give up and give into His request. 

Her voice is heavy and husky as she cries out to Him again, “Sir please may I cum now I can’t hold back much longer, Sir please may I cum!!” He then begins slamming Himself into her even harder feeling His own pleasure near its peak as His hands grip her hips harder. “Slut when you give Me what I want and beg Me to take you then I’ll let you cum, until then NO you may not and if you do I will have to punish you severely.” He growls down at her as He continues to pump her ass full of His stiff meat. She pleads again to Him this time her voices is rushed and shaky, “Sir please I beg You to cum.” He quickly smacks her red ass His voice low and demanding, “Say it slut and I’ll let you cum.” She begins to sob quietly knowing how badly they B/both want the same thing yet her will is still to strong to let her give in. Suddenly she feels a jolt of vibration against her very swollen tender clit knowing He has gotten a vibe and turned it on high as he presses it to her. She moans breathlessly as He continues to fuck her ass even harder swelling inside her as He rubs the bouncing toy over her clit. Suddenly unable to withstand anymore she cries out nearly screaming and sobbing at the same time, “Master!!!”

His heart jumps hearing her finally give into Him, “What was that slut?” He questions her to be sure she is willing as He groans forcing Himself into her over and over again ready to burst.

“Master please may I cum, please Master take me as Your own and let me cum for you!” she cries out breathlessly knowing that she has finally been broken by Him and taken.

“Yes My pet cum now!” He moans loudly His deep powerful voice filling the room as He grunts shoving Himself hard into her holding her hips tightly back against His cock as His body jerks filling her again and again with His hot seed. Her back arches suddenly as she cums on His command her body jerking and spasming as hard waves crash thru her spent now owned body. Her hot sticky dew gushing down her legs like a river held back by a dam that has suddenly burst open.

He collapses down on her pressing her used body between Him and the soft carpet as His hand gently pulls her hair away from her neck. He presses His lips tenderly to the sweaty skin kissing it softly. He whispers in her ear, “My pet you have given yourself to Me now and I am proud to own such an obedient pleasing sexy slut.” He then kisses her cheek softly. She smiles beaming at His words as tender tears fall from her eyes.



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Chapter 1

Rustling sheets broke the otherwise perfect silence. The white moonlight made her form glow in slats beneath the heavy comforter, the pale smoothness of an arm the only piece of her in sight aside from the peek of wild auburn curls that marred her pillow. Restless dreams seemed to leave her tired and hostile every morning and tonight would be no different.

In six hours she would be grateful to be awake, although grumpy. Sleep crowding her eyes as she grunted her way from bed to the bathroom. Cold water made her eyes go wide as an empty face stared at itself in the mirror, khaki greens dead above the black bags that had become a part of her description. A stretch and change later it was out the door for another day of exhausting work on behalf of the exhausted.

Thoughts drifted to the previous night's dreams as she walked to class. She shook them away as quickly as they came, glad to find herself inside once more and walking up the stairs to the big room and her small class. A lazy sigh left her lips as she plopped into her seat and opened a notebook, reviewing her notes before the discussion began. The evolution of the legislature, exactly how she wanted to be spending her time right now. She stretched in her seat, canting her head first right and then left. She watched as other students filtered into the room, finally turning to speak to her partner, Colleen, as the other girl sat beside her.

"Did you hear back about your article yet?" They weren't exactly what one would call friends, other than by default. In truth, Madi got the distinct feeling that Colleen disliked her, but she would ask about her well being just the same. There was no point in being less than civil.

"It's actually the front page." Colleen grinned smugly, plopping the article on the table in front of her. Madi smiled and congratulated her before moving her attention to the head of the large table, where the professor had seated herself. Words were muffled as Madi feigned her attention, doodling random geometric shapes in bright pink pen. She didn't hear the door behind her, the sound of Dimitri's notebook smacking against the hard wood with chipping varnish snapped Madi back into the reality of the early morning class. Eyes rose from the table to gaze out the large windows. The view of the small town, the lake, and the snow-covered mountains would have been welcome any other day, but this morning it seemed like they were an excuse for staring into oblivion.

She was different than usual. Sure, they all looked tired at class. But usually with Madi, you could tell she was just in the process of waking up. She wasn't the typical girl he would like at, in truth, before this class he had never really taken her into account, although he recognized her from around campus. She was loud and bouncy and smiled often. Even when she gave her opinion, it seemed to have a punch line. Madi was willing to fall flat on her face, so to speak, and get up with a giggle. Lately, though, something had dimmed. Usually she dominated discussions, voicing her opinion until she was blue in the face. First, the passion died, and today it seemed she had no intention of speaking at all.

He chuckled inwardly, catching his lower lip between his teeth and scratching at his scruffy cheek with bitten nails. Eyes drifting over her covertly as she gazed past him, out the window, and into what appeared to be nothingness. She was curvy with wild auburn curls that were usually tied haphazardly into messy bun, tips fanning out around the back of her head. Her face was heart-shaped with rose-colored lips that she repeatedly applied Chap Stick to. It was her eyes, though. They flitted through the range of natural colors depending on her mood, the weather, her shirt. They were alive. Even early in the morning, as she wiped away the itchiness of heavy eyelids, they carried something he couldn't quite place his finger on. Today, however, they were almost slate gray. They were dull. She was more than simply exhausted. He sighed and shook his head before looking back up to her, quickly averting his eyes as she glanced at him.

He barely caught the small smile that curled her lips. Although she seemed to think she had gotten away with it. Dimitri had been staring at her. Then again, she had been sucking on her nail. A little bit strange, probably a bit distracting. She tried to shrug it off, but it was distracting. As she faked deep though, she found her eyes drawn in his direction. He was looking, every time. She wondered if she were blushing. Dimitri was handsome. Truly, he suited the word. Light brown hair with blond highlights from the sun. It was shaggy; he looked like a limp, shorthaired porcupine. His jaw line was strong and his nose had a bump where it must have been broken at some point. But best of all, he had icy blue eyes and a scruffy beard that always looked like he hadn't shaved in three days. When he smiled, which he was doing just now as he averted his eyes, he had a dimple in his right cheek.

Madi shook her head, letting it move down into her spine. It wasn't a thought that belonged anywhere in her. He was smart, handsome, and a hockey player. She was chubby, lazy, and loud-mouthed. Teeth raked across her lower lip, fingers tugging a tube of Chap Stick from her pocket before smoothing it over her lips. Chairs moved beside her, her eyes darting around the room as she realized class was over.



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Marty pulled his gray vest in tighter, trying to keep out the chill October wind. He had just finished up an eight hour shift at work in the local convenience store and was looking to get home to relieve a little 'pressure.' Working with attractive but unattainable women all day was starting to grate on his calm. What's more, he had to take the brunt of frustration from a few hundred people looking to get their chocolate fix each day.

The instant he got home he planned to march straight up to his room, find some internet porn, and tease out a good load.

Even as he tried to distract himself, though, his thoughts couldn't help but wander to the skimpy paycheck he had tucked in his pocket; it would barely cover his back rent. He'd be eating ramen for another month, but at least he'd still have his apartment. He pulled it out and tore it open. Damn, it was even less than last month. Well, it would still cover rent. Just no fancy ramen. Just good, old-fashioned bread.

"Ouch. That hurts."

Marty turned around to see a tall, muscular man in a nice suit who had been reading his paycheck over his shoulder. "Pardon me?"

The man grinned, but didn't look contrite. "Sorry. It's just that I'm a financial planner, so seeing a paycheck like that hurts me on a personal and professional level."

Marty was about to retort with a biting remark, but the man cut him off. "Actually, I think I can help. My firm is actually holding a little event, asking people from all walks of life some pretty boring questions about money and lifestyle. The pay is pretty good -- 500 bucks for one night of free food and drinks, with a little bit of talking."

That stopped Marty dead. 500 bucks that easy? Any money that wasn't going straight to rent was a miracle! He didn't think twice before he agreed -- something he would regret a good deal later.

"My beamer's this way," said the mystery man with the ready smile. "The name's Roger, by the way."

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An hour later and Roger was still driving them both through the country. Outside the BMW's very nice windows, an increasingly dark forest whizzed by.

Marty coughed politely. "I don't mean to look a gift horse in it's very nice mouth, but is it going to be much further? I wasn't really expecting it to take so long to get there." 

"Actually, this is sort of a corporate retreat too -- they usually hold stuff like this a pretty decent distance from the city. Y'know, for a relaxed atmosphere."

That made sense. Marty'd heard of stuff like that, if not actually taken part in anything of the sort.

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Half an hour later, Roger pulled the car up a a gravel driveway to a large dark house that seemed to be miles from anything.

"Huh. Everyone else must be out to dinner. Bad timing on our part, I guess," said Roger.

Marty nodded. At least he could get out of this car and stretch his legs. The huge house loomed ominously in front of him. With an odd premonition and a single gulp, Marty followed Roger into the house.

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"Care for a drink?" asked Roger as he flipped on the lights, revealing a massive living room with hardwood floors and dark wood furniture that probably cost twice Marty's paycheck for each piece.

"Uh...sure. Whatever you got. I'm gonna use the restroom, if I can."

"Sure thing -- down that hallway, first door on your left."

When Marty came back, Roger was seated in a large, high-backed leather chair with a glass of bourbon in his hand. He gestured for Marty to sit on the large couch facing him, where another glass of bourbon rested on the endtable.

Silence dominated as the two sat there, Roger dimly backlit. Though Roger seemed absolutely calm, Marty couldn't help but shift and fidget. For some reason, as the warmth of the bourbon spread through his body, he couldn't help but think of what he would be doing if Roger hadn't approached him. Namely, jerking off his own hard cock. Watching the exquisite agony on Jenna Haze's face as she took a monster dick up her ass.

Roger broke the silence, and Marty's growing distraction. "Bet you could really use that 500 bucks, huh?"

Marty grunted. "Uh, yeah."

"Well, I actually have another way to make even more money, if you're interested."

Marty nodded quickly. "Oh yeah, absolutely."

"Great. Why don't you stand up and come over here real quick, then?"

Huh. There was something weird going on, but Marty couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe that drink was hitting him harder than he'd thought. He stood up and started towards Roger.

"Whoa there. Looks like someone else is poking their head in." Roger looked pointedly at Marty's crotch.

Marty flushed deep red as he saw his pants tented in front of him. He hadn't even noticed that all the thoughts about porn had achieved their normally intended results. He started to stammer an apology, but Roger waved him off.

"No shame, man. You were probably headed back to see your girlfriend and I interrupted it. I understand, I've been there."

An absurd gratitude flooded Marty, prompting him to blurt out that he didn't have a girlfriend. Roger raised an eyebrow and gestured him to continue over to him.

"Well, in that case, perhaps you would be interested in that thousand bucks afterall." Roger grabbed Marty's frayed tie, the only one he owned, and pulled the young man to his knees in front of him. Looking Marty directly in the eyes, a forceful gaze Marty couldn't tear his eyes from, he commanded him. "Take out my cock."

Marty froze. What the hell was going on? In a thousand years, he would never have expected to ever find himself in a situation like this. Never. "B-but...I'm not...y'know, I'm not..."

"Gay? Oh, I know. That's why this will be so much fun." Roger studied the twenty year-old's face for a moment, then decided something. "Here, how about this? I'll pay you in installments. Each time I ask you to do something, I'll pay you 100...no, 200 dollars, cash. You can stop whenever you like, keep the money, and I'll give you a ride back to your place. How's that sound?"

Actually, it didn't sound too terrible. Marty was rather secure in his sexuality. He could do...a little...and know it was just for the money. Which he really did need.

Roger pulled out two crisp 100 dollar bills. "Pull out my cock."

Marty gulped. His hands trembling a little, he reached up and undid Roger's trousers. The older man's eyes never left Marty's face; he seemed to be drinking in every little inner struggle and expression that crossed the youth's features. Marty closed his eyes and reached his hands through the slot in Roger's boxers, then gasped as he felt the semi-erect dick trapped there. It was hot, and even in that state felt huge.

Another gasp died in Marty's throat when he pulled the member free. He watched, enthralled, as the dick slowly straightened in front of him. Marty had a good-sized prick and he knew it -- he was an inch longer than average if Cosmo was to be believed -- but this...thing...was almost twice as long. And much thicker.

When it was finally erect, Marty looked back up to Roger. Roger made a show of putting the bills in Marty's free hand, then pulled two more out of a wallet that looked to be bulging. Were those all hundreds?

"Now," Roger slowly waived the money in front of Marty's nose. "Jerk me off."

Marty hesitated, then complied, slowly jacking the massive rod in front of him. Roger groaned and tilted his head back, but then shook his head clear and refocused his eyes on the face of the young man he was turning into a whore. He loved to watch their expressions, searching for the exact moment he broke them.

Marty seemed to have found a rhythm and gotten comfortable with masturbating another man. He looked away from Roger's intense glare, but the older man grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to make eye contact. "Don't you dare look away. You look me straight in my eyes, slut."

Marty whimpered and Roger released his hold. Another 200 were in his hand. "Now, slut, suck my. Big. Fat. Cock."

Something in Marty snapped as he took that money. Whatever reason, whatever designs on hetero-sexuality he had left fell away, and he lowered his wet mouth on giant cock in front of him. His first cock. Roger groaned and buried a hand in Marty's hair. The boy may not be experienced, but he was making up for it in enthusiasm.

"Ugh...I can't believe how-ug easy it was to turn you into a cocksucking whore." 

Marty's eyes flashed. Roger smirked. "What, hard to argue being called a cocksucking whore with my 600 bucks in your pocket and my cock in your mouth?"

Marty tried to pull his mouth off the cock, but the hand on his head pushed him back down even deeper. "Oh no, bitch. You took my money, you stop when I'm ready." Which wasn't to be for a while. The minutes slipped by until over a half-hour had passed, but Roger seemed no closer to cumming. And now Marty was constantly worried that the rest of the retreat would walk in and find him with a mouthful of cock.

Finally, as Marty continued to bob away, Roger reached into his pocket and pulled out another couple of bills. Then he pulled Marty away from his cock with his other hand, revealing his massive, slobber-covered cock to be streaming copious amounts of pre-cum. Grinning as an idea occurred to him, he forced Marty's head back down and smeared the slick liquid all over his face, taking care to cover as much as possible. Pulling his head back up, he winked into Marty's shocked, shiny face and slapped the money onto his sticky forehead. "Now strip, whore."

Stiffly, Marty climbed to his feet. He pulled off his tie, then his shirt and undershirt. He looked away from Roger in shame as he started to unbutton his pants, until Roger piped up. "I told you never to take your eyes off me. For that, I want you to dance for me as you strip."

Marty was shocked, but at this point couldn't really even think to protest. Awkwardly, he began to dance, undulating his hips obscenely as he dropped his pants, then his boxers, revealing his own straining hardon. The grin was back on Roger's face. "Jerk off for me, boy."

Marty's hand was at work immediately, flying up and down his shaft. Roger let him go at it for a few minutes, until his eyes started to glaze over and his knees seemed ready to buckle. Then Roger climbed to his feet, walked over, and pushed Marty onto his knees. Still completely clothed, Roger slapped his bitch's face with his hard cock, filling the room with a wet smacking noises.

When he'd tired of that fun, Roger pushed Marty over onto his back and grabbed each of his ankles. Roger pulled Marty's ankles up until the boy rested only on the back of his neck and shoulders. Marty was whimpering like a beaten dog by now, realizing what was about to happen to him, about to be taken from him, but like the bitch he was he kept quiet and his eyes on his owner's face.

Perched above his slut, Roger laid his massive cock on top of Marty's, both point directly at his face. Roger's dick dwarfed Marty's. "The difference between a man's cock and a boy's dick, whore. But your dick will never have the chance to grow up, not after this. Once a man's ass is taken, he's never the same. You'll never be the same young guy, jerking it to lesbian porn or fucking some chick's pussy. You'll always remember the feeling of my cock taking your ass. You're going to be mine forever. Oh, and bitch? Here's your pathetic 200 bucks."

Roger tossed the money onto the floor next to Marty's head, then positioned his cock at Marty's tight virgin asshole. With one last grin down at the bitch folded in half beneath him, he shoved his cock into his bitch's ass hard, illiciting a yelp like someone had kicked a dog. With Roger's cruel gaze on his sweaty and reddened face, Marty's eyes rolled back into his head involuntarily as he felt this massive...intruder, in him, violating him. This was something he could never take back. Roger had taken his ass, and in some sick way, it would be his forever now. Marty had sold his dignity, his pride, his manhood, and his self-respect for less than a thousand dollars. He was a whore.

Marty's eyes flew open when he felt Roger's hand tighten threateningly around his balls. "Eyes open, boy. Eyes on me as I fuck your ass." Roger started to saw his cock in and out of his slut's ass and smiled as he saw Marty's bottom lip start to quiver and eyes tear up beneath him.

After a few minutes of being ass-fucked at a steadily increasing pace, Marty couldn't stop himself from mewling like an injured kitten. God, what had become of him? What was more, though the fucking had started out as extremely painful, it was starting to feel good. Somehow he liked this big, strong man riding his ass like he owned him. 

Roger could read the questions in Marty's eyes and almost laughed. The prostate stimulation always caused them to question themselves, their orientation. In fact, given time, the stimulation could force Marty to cum. And Roger had all the time in the world.

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After almost forty-five minutes, Marty's breath shortened and his eyes glazed over, heralding an imminent orgasm. Roger pulled his cock out and paused before the instroke. Marty's eyes cleared as his hips thrust out involuntarily, a question on his face.

"You're about to cum all over yourself, slut." Roger wasn't asking. "But it seems like now you want something from me -- I've paid for everything I've gotten from you so far, so it seems only fair that you should do the same."

Marty's eyes widened. "How about 100?" he croaked.

Roger slowly pushed the head of his cock into Marty's ass and stopped again. Marty groaned in frustration. "That's what a hundred gets you. Want more?"

"Ugh...oh god please...I mean, yes. 500?"

Roger slowly drove his cock in and out of Marty's formerly virgin hole a couple of times, but Marty closed his eyes as he concentrated on his orgasm. "Whoa there, boy. I've told you plenty of times not to close your eyes. The price just went up."

The pathetic despair written all over Marty's face almost made Roger laugh. "Fine, fine! 800! That's all I've got!"

Roger made a show of consideration. "Well, if it's all you have..." Roger suddenly slammed his cock in and out of Marty harder and faster than ever, forcing a half-grunt, half-shout out of the young man. Roger pounded away, forcing Marty closer and closer to cumming. A stream of clear precum poured out of the end of Marty's bouncing dick, sprinkling his face -- he tried to turn to either side to avoid it, but Roger had him pinned firmly and there was no way to avoid the facial coating.

Roger pulled out again abruptly, as though something had just occurred to him. "You know, I do believe you just lied to me."

It took a moment for Marty to battle out of his pleasure and back to something like his wits so that he could speak. "W-what?"

"You told me that 800 bucks was all you had, but that's just what I gave you. I saw that paycheck of yours, so I know you do have more."

"B-but I n-need that..."

Roger rolled his eyes. "Boohoo. Everyone needs their money. It's all about priorities. Now, do you want to come or not?"

Marty couldn't believe it. Not only was he being forced to choose between being ass-fucked by a virtual stranger versus being able to pay his rent, but he was actually so desperate for cock that he was choosing the assfucking!

"Just t-take the paycheck. I need your cock."

Roger suppressed a smirk. God, this was beautiful. He reached into Marty's discarded clothes and pulled out the check. He made a show of looking it over. "Oh my. I don't think this little thing will cover it. I'd need at least 200 more."

Tears welled up in Marty's eyes. "B-b-but I don't have any more! I don't have anything except the paycheck!"

Roger visually traced the path of a rivulet of sweat down the youth's body from his abdomen to neck. "Well, I'm an understanding guy. Here's what I'll do: I'd say those clothes are, quite generously, worth a hundred bucks. And I did say I'd give you a ride home. I think the hassle of such a long drive, plus gas...yeah, I'd say that's worth another hundred."

Marty blinked sweat out of his eyes, not comprehending.

Roger sighed. "I take your clothes and you don't get a ride back -- in return, I fuck you until you cum harder than you ever have in your life."

"Ok ok...just fuck me!" Marty pleaded without hesitation.

Roger couldn't stop the grin this time as he returned to fucking his new toy. Again he fucked Marty to the brink, and again he cruelly stopped short.

"Ugh -- you promised!" the younger guy whined.

"Heh. I lied. I want you to beg me for it as I fuck you. Beg me for my cock."

"Oh please, oh please..." Marty murmured.

"Oh please what, slut?" Roger asked.

"Fuck me! Oh god, please fuck my ass! Fuck me and don't stop!"

Roger started pounding away again. "Keep talking, bitch, or I might suddenly get too tired."

Everything that was once a fine, upstanding young man in Marty shattered and fell away, leaving only a cock-hungry whore. "Ram your huge cock into my tight ass, you stud! Fuck the cum out of me! I need your cock!"

Roger's pace increased, his balls bouncing off of Marty's ass at an incredible speed. The whore was close -- Roger felt his ass muscles clenching on the invading cock. "Oh yeah? Ug...What does that make you, slut?"

There was no hesitation. "Your bitch! EEEeeeeeh... I'm your filthy little bitch!"

"You're my bitch? What does that make me?"

As Marty screamed his answer, his cock erupted, spurting an astounding amount of cum all over Marty's face and chest. "DAAAADDDDYYY!"

Roger guffawed at Marty's unexpected answer. He grabbed the youth's smaller dick and pointed it into Marty's open mouth, ending the boy's shriek in a surprised gurgle.

Roger's eyes didn't move from Marty's face as the young man panted and recovered. He slowed the ass-fucking, but didn't stop. This was his favorite part. The moment of blind passion was falling away, leaving Marty with the realization of what had happened. That he'd given up his rent money, his clothes, his ride home, his self-respect...for what?

The realization of the current situation, that a stranger was sawing his massive cock in and out of his violated ass, seemed to dawn on Marty. His voice came out a shamed squeak, barely audible. "We should get dressed before the others get back from dinner."

Roger chuckled. "Back from dinner, huh? So you really hadn't realized it yet?" Marty's dumbfounded expression told Roger that he hadn't. 

He chuckled again, shaking his head back and forth. "There never was any corporate retreat, no free meals. I was on my way home from work with a coworker, and he bet me I couldn't trick you out of your paycheck. I told him that not only could I get your paycheck, but I'd make you beg for my cock. Needless to say, he didn't think I could turn such nice young man into a desperate cock-slut. But here we are. And as soon as he sees the video, he'll have to pay up."

Roger pointed casually at a camcorder on the mantle, red light on. Marty was shocked -- it was barely even hidden! How did he miss that?

"Now, son," Roger smiled as Marty flushed a deep red with shame. "I'm really not even close yet. I think you have a long night ahead of you."

Marty lay back, completely defeated, and let Roger abuse his ass without protest. He could feel the cum cooling on his face and chest.

"Oh, and bitch? What was that about 'we' getting dressed? As I recall, you don't have any clothes of your own here."

Marty whimpered.

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THE END



Broken



He smiled as he watched her lay there. She was exhausted and had a right to be so but he felt no compassion for her. Roughly he shook her. 'Get up now whore or else! you remember what happened yesterday'. She groaned and shuffled herself upright, the chains around her ankles and wrists dug in to her white flesh leaving red marks. 

Two days ago she had been a pretty college girl walking home from school in the rain, now all that had changed, here she was shackled to floor and gasping for breath as the collar strained at her throat. 

Who was this man who kept her captive; she still couldn't see his face. He had treated her cruelly yesterday and her ass and pussy still felt the presence of his cock. Her ass stung from the blows the crop had given her when she hadn't obeyed him.

He re-entered and all her nerves snapped in to overdrive. He sat down on the only chair in the room and beckoned her over. She didn't move she wasn't going to break that easily. He got up, walked over, she started to tremble, it excited him even more. Quickly he grabbed her hair and knocked her feet from under her. Still holding on to her hair he undid his pants, immediately his cock sprang free. 

Gruffly he told the girl to suck it, when she didn't do as he asked he brought something out of his back pocket, it was a plastic gag that kept the mouth open. He forced her mouth open and roughly shoved it in. she moaned around it trying to tell him to stop. He then inserted his cock through the hole and began to fuck her mouth. She would soon learn how to be obedient he thought. His large shaft rammed her throat as she gagged around him. 

After he had satisfied himself, with her mouth. The moment had come to tell her the plans for that evening. She would be helping to entertain a party of special guests. He undid the chains that held her to the floor but kept her ankles partially joined so that she could shuffle but not run. He also undid her wrists. He threw a bag at her and told her to put what was in it on he would be back in an hour. 

The girl started sobbing around her gag. She was cold and felt so dirty. The day before he had raped her continuously in both ass and pussy. She had been emotionally drained as well as physically. Also during the early hours of the morning she had been strapped around a bench with an electronic dildo pumping in and out of her sore twat. She opened the bag, to find a thong and bra she put them on thinking they're not so bad at least I'm covered up now. 

He returned again and seeing her dressed shook his head and walked over to her. He raised his arms she flinched. But he was doing the bra straps up tighter. He then opened the bag again and pulled out two leather straps that she thought had been put there accidentally. He attached these to her thong on either side and pulled up. Smiling as he heard her groans. The thong was now uncomfortably tight against her clit but still he pulled upwards. Eventually attaching the other end to the bra. She grunted this was extremely painful. He then led her out the door up stairs and in to a lightly lit room. 

He then walked out to retrieve his guests. She stood there shivering in the dim room when he returned she was almost glad to see him. But he was leading a group of about 40 people. She suddenly felt immediately ashamed of the way she was dressed. All of the guests sat down in places on the table at the left of the room. He then walked over to her and dragged her roughly to the head of the table. To the guests he said 'here we have a Marie. She will be your waitress tonight, as she goes round giving you your food you are allowed to touch her wherever you feel fit'. At this Marie suddenly realised what was about to her. The man then led her to a side room and took off her ankle chain and told her the doors were locked, there was no way she would be able to escape and if she didn't comply with his plan she would be punished severely. She brought out the first course on a trolley and went about dealing out the food. 

The first man she went to did nothing but stroke her leg but as she went round they got bolder and began playing with her clit as she was trying to put their food out for them. Finally she finished serving a sought to retire from the room. But a man called her over supposedly for some wine. When she reached him he grabbed her and told her to suck his cock. She looked towards her master and reminded her that she would be severely punished if she didn't do what the men asked of her. She knelt down and began to run her tongue up this mans shaft she slowly reached the head, and put it in her mouth she played the head with the tip of her tongue and then went forward to take his length down her throat. As she did so the mad grabbed her head and pushed down hard. She found herself with her nose in his pubes. She began to gasp for breath, and as he felt that he pulled her up and began to face fuck her she retched around the gag that was still in her mouth. Finally he came and let go of her. After this she was forced to service 3 other men. She felt ashamed of herself because she was actually getting turned on by the rough treatment. 

After she had cleared the plates the master led her out of the room to an adjoining one. In which all there was in it was a table. He bade her to lie down on it. As she did so he strapped her arms to the sides and her ankles were lifted in to the air . He also chained her neck down using the collar. Seeing her so helpless aroused him. He called in the guests they all shuffled through and were delighted to see what the master had procured for afters. The master shouted so who wants first go many yells and hands went up but one man came forward cock already flapping with the sway. He came to her and cut away the thong and bra he then proceeded to shove his cock in to her slick pussy and pound her deep. She cried and screamed as his cock was large. He fucked her fast playing with her clit he came with a grunt. He shot his seed deep in to her and walked off. The next man came up and did his thing but before he was through another man clambered up on to the table and forced his cock down her throat she spluttered and moaned through pleasure and pain. Her body shook with orgasm. The men jostled round her wanking off over her body. Taking turns to fuck all 3 holes. When the first cock went into her ass she screamed and tried to move away but the chains held fast. She was fucked over and over again. She passed out halfway through but this didn't dissuade the men they were having far to good a time.

When all the men had left the master led Marie back down stairs she was still covered in cum that was beginning to dry. She passed out on the cold stone floor dead to the world. 



Broken



"Kneel for me, my pet." you said softly, gazing into my eyes as I obeyed you without question. Soon, I looked away; gazing into your face, my Master, is like staring into the sun. 

"My beautiful, shy little Kitten " you said with a chuckle, reaching out to caress my face. "What are you thinking?" Gathering my courage, I looked back at you unwaveringly. 

"Tell me, please, Sir, how to make you happy. I only want to serve you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, my Master."

"What if I desire to break you, my darling?" you whispered, taking me by the throat, squeezing gently. "What then?" Releasing your hold, you resumed your gentle ministrations upon my upturned face. "What then, my pet?"

"Then let me be broken." I said simply. "Shatter me, my Master, my love."

"So obedient..." you murmured, attaching the familiar black leather leash to the bondage collar that lay loosely at the base of my neck. "So trusting..." Rising, I followed you quickly and silently down the hall and into our bedroom. 

Once there, you locked the door and unclipped my leash, directing your wheelchair as close to the bed as possible. I saw a flash of humiliation in your eyes; being so mentally dominant, you hated to depend on me for anything. Before you could lower yourself to asking for my help, I embraced you closely and helped you onto our bed. Adjusting the pillows behind your back, I reached down, gently caressing your face. "I love you." I said softly. "So much..."

"We will see, my darling." you said with a lupine smile. "We will see."

Reaching into the night-stand drawer closest to you, you pulled out a ritual athame, one that I had never seen. I saw the light from the polished blade reflected in your dark eyes, and felt my mouth go dry. I had to consciously remind myself that you had never hurt me before, but still I felt my knees grow weak. 

"Come here." you commanded, reaching out for me. Wordlessly, I climbed onto the bed and straddled your lap, already longing to feel your touch. Instead, I felt the cold bite of steel against my skin as you deftly sliced my shirt from my body. 

As per your usual request, I had refrained from wearing lingerie. Shocked and struck with a fit of modesty, I attempted to cover myself. "No." you said, pointing the blade tip against my crossed wrists. "I want to see you." 

Chastened, I dropped my hands to my sides and mumbled an apology. I felt exposed as I never had before, owing mostly to the early afternoon light shining through the windows, and I desperately wanted you to hold me. 

"Lean back." you said throatily, unlacing and discarding my short leather skirt. Still straddling you, I leaned back onto my hands. Slowly, your hands climbed my inner thighs, and suspended as I was over you, it didn't take long for me to start trembling. "Oh, God, Kitten..." you moaned, closing your eyes. "You're so wet..." 

Smiling to myself, I marveled at the time we'd been together. Every time we made love, you seemed surprised at how much I desired you. Lost in reverie as I was, your fingers against my thrumming clit were a shock, though not unwelcome. Gently, you slid a long, well-manicured finger into me, stroking my g-spot as you thumbed my almost too-sensitive nub. Gasping, I arched my back and cried out. "Master... oh, Master... please...."

"Please what, my pet? Have you had enough already? Have you so quickly forgotten your desire to do my will?" 

"Noooooo..." I moaned, trying desperately to keep hold of coherent thought. "I need you... inside of me... Sir, please."

"Not yet, Kitten" you admonished, allowing me to sit up momentarily, placing a honeyed finger to my lips. Greedily, I took the proffered digit into my mouth as lovingly as though I were going down on you. "Aahh, yes, my little diva...." you said, smiling. "There will be time enough for that later. But now... now I want to see just how far you'll go to please me. Look at me, Kate." 

Seeing beyond the desire-haze to look into your eyes was more difficult than I could have imagined, and for the first time I could remember, I could not obey you quickly enough. 

Angrily, you grabbed me by the throat again, as you had when I knelt before you in the livingroom. I felt as though I had been doused in ice water as you gripped me tighter and tighter. "You will not come until I say you can, do you hear me, pet? You have forgotten, I think, that you are nothing to me but a pleasurable diversion. I have been far too lenient with you, my pretty little cum slut. One might think I actually care for you... and there is nothing farther from the truth. Nothing." 

Blindly, I nodded, tears blurring my vision. It broke my heart that I had somehow let you down. Whatever I was to you, it didn't matter. I would do anything to win your favor again. Without you, I was nothing. Mistakenly, because you had paid such close attention to my care and pleasure, I had allowed myself to believe that we were equals; that you were as beholden to me as I was to you. "Yes, Master." I whispered, trying to keep my voice from shaking. 

"Undress me, slut " you commanded, an edge to your voice I had never heard before. Quickly, but carefully, I stripped you, longing to run my hands over your beautiful, naked skin–but you had not given me permission to do so.   

Grabbing a handful of my hair, you pulled my head back, exposing my pale neck. "Come closer." you commanded, grabbing me roughly by the shoulders and pulling me close against you. "I want to taste you." Before I knew what was happening, your teeth were on my throat, biting harder and harder. With a small, pained cry, I felt my skin give way under your insistent canines. Hungrily, you drank until I became dizzy with lust and blood loss. 

Abandoning your feeding, you kissed me passionately, at the same time forcing your hand between my trembling thighs, methodically driving me to madness. Remembering your warning, and loath to disappoint you again, I swallowed my cries and kissed you back breathlessly. Tearing your mouth away from mine, you took a ragged breath. "On your back, my pretty harlot. And don't you dare get off my lap." 

Blindly, I obeyed, trying and failing to rise off of my knees as your skilled fingers kept kneading and caressing my painfully swollen clit. Though it hurt, I lay back, still kneeling. "Good girl..." you murmured before plunging three of your fingers into my aching, dripping cunt. 

"Oh, Master! " I screamed, unsure of whether I was more overcome by pleasure or pain. Laughing cruelly, you removed your hand, leaving me with a feeling of aching emptiness. 

"Do you know what it is to be fucked, Kate?" Without waiting for an answer, you grabbed the athame by its now-sheathed blade and rammed the large, steely handle deep within me. Bucking my hips wildly, I bit back another scream. 

Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt tears drip down my face. Even if it killed me, I would not beg you for mercy. Slowly, so slowly, you withdrew the athame, only to plunge it into me again, this time to the hilt. Over and over you did this, until pain gave way to white-hot pleasure so intense that it bordered on agony. My back arched up off the bed when you finally removed the athame for the last time, flinging it across the room. 

"I want to feel your mouth on me, pet." you commanded. "Now." Trembling violently, I threw myself forward, knowing that I could not allow myself even the smallest moment of comfort in your arms. Finally forcing my tortured knees out from under me, I lay, very nearly exhausted, upon my stomach. There was no time for rest, I knew, and so, hungrily, desperately, I took you into my mouth, at first laving the swollen, sensitive head. I heard you growl as you placed an insistent hand on the back of my neck. 

Closing my eyes, I took more and more of you, feeling your hands in my hair, by turns pulling and stroking. You were getting tense, and I knew you were nearly at the breaking point. "Enough!" you cried. "Come here " My confusion must have shown on my face. "I want–need–to come inside of you. Please, Kitten, just do as I say. Please." 

Exhausted, I struggled once again to my knees. Whimpering, I lowered myself onto you. Though I felt bruised, there was more torture in not being allowed to come for you. It was all I could do to keep from breaking down and crying like a child. But this wasn't about me. It never had been. What was I to you after all but, in your own words, a diversion? A cum slut? A whore, bought and paid for, for the rest of my life? 

I felt your hands against the small of my back, your fingernails digging into my flesh. You stilled yourself within me and looked deeply into my eyes. "Please, my darling... tell me I haven't broken you beyond repair... tell me you love me... tell me I haven't lost you. Please. I'm begging you." 

I said nothing, wrapping my arms around you, drawing you closer and moving with you, my face a mask of concentration. "Katie..." you moaned, closing your eyes. "Come with me... I need you to..." At those words, my resolve broke, and as you surged upward, crying out my name in release, I screamed, a banshee possessed. "Ooooohhhhh, God...  Yes, Master, yes!...  

As one pent-up orgasm after another ripped through me, I felt as though I might lose my mind. In the midst of the maelstrom, I heard your near-incoherent cries, a passionate mantra. "I love you... I love you... I love you..." 

With a final, strangled shout, I collapsed against you, knowing for the first time that you had indeed broken me. I was lost forever to other men. If the thought of leaving you had ever crossed my mind, it was, for good or ill, completely eradicated. 

Trembling, I reached up and caressed your face that was soaked in tears. "Sir...Master... why are you crying? Did I not please you?"

"My darling... there is something I desire from you much more than your obedience... but it is not something I can command of you... and so I am terrified. When I said that I did not care for you... I said so because my feelings for you are so far beyond 'care.' Kate, I love you, desperately so." Shakily, you reached back into the night-stand drawer, emerging with a small velvet box. "If I could get down on my knees and beg you, I would. Stay with me, not because I command you, but because I love you... and I hope, even after what I've put you through today, that you love me. Please, Kate, I–"

"Sshhh," I whispered, kissing you softly. "I would love to marry you. Do you hear me? I love you, Sir."

Taking the elegant diamond ring from its cushion, you placed it carefully on my left hand. Gazing lovingly into my eyes, you reached up and silently unclasped my bondage collar, pulling me close. "From now on, my love... please call me Chris."     



Broken



The feel of the cool cement floor against his face allowed John Anderson to be revived momentarily. Drool pooled beneath his cheek, seeping uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. A single, uncovered red light bulb hung precariously from an extension cord that had been duct-taped to the ceiling in the middle of the basement, providing the only source of illumination in the make-shift dungeon that had been his coven for the past three days. He was still disoriented from the pain, pain that permeated every cell, muscle, and sinew in his body. With his arms still securely tied behind his back, it was actually the pain of hunger that roused him from his unconscious state. 

Tempted to call out, to ask for help, to request nourishment, John knew better than to do anything that might stir the wrath of his Mistress. His throat was sore, his voice weak from having his mouth savagely fucked by both dildos and cocks, all relentless in their efforts to leave his throat and jaw aching. Load after load of hot cum had been deposited inside him from both ends. Salvation came in the form of the click of his Mistress' heels against the exposed floor. John was too weak to lift his head to greet her properly. He was physically, mentally, and emotionally drained from his experience. Oddly enough, even after days of humiliation, perversion, and inexorable punishment masterminded by this brutal woman, he felt satisfied. He was content, blissful in fact that he had finally found the mentally sadistic Black bitch of his dreams, the one individual who divested him of his arrogance, his false sense of superiority, of his white male attitude. 

A mere 72 hours previously, he could have said no such thing. Three days earlier, John was clueless as to the potential his long weekend would hold. He'd flown into New York City for business actually but he'd arranged to arrive a few days early for some hardcore playtime as well. He'd been corresponding with a certain Dominatrix who called herself Mother Africa. Everyone lies on the Internet and everyone exaggerates so he assumed her claims of psychological domination expertise and race play were blown out of proportion. He'd been sufficiently aroused by their initial interaction so he thought it would be interesting to say the least to see where it could lead. 

Mother Africa was a soft-spoken, pleasant woman. They'd communicated on the phone several times as well as chatted online. Not once did she come off as irrational or overly demanding. In fact, her demeanor could have been described as sweet. She said she dabbled in BDSM when the notion hit her and she was extremely selective of the subs with whom she chose to play. She never brought up the subject of money and she wasn't even particularly interested in cam shows or making John perform tasks to show his sincerity or submissiveness. She did ask a lot of questions: blunt, straightforward, embarrassing questions. "Do you have a small cock? Have you ever eaten shit? How many times have you been fucked in the ass? Do you get off on being dressed like a sissy?" All those questions and more rolled off her tongue as easily as if she was casually asking about the weather. To make matters worse, she didn't allow any stalling or beating around the bush when it came to answering the questions. She demanded direct, explicit answers with exacting details and made it clear that her time was precious and she had no tolerance for coy or elusive answers. John was outrageously aroused by her demeanor, by the fact that she could be so open and unambiguous about what she wanted. It was that aloof sense of superiority that cemented the deal, that set the stage for their meeting. Thinking he was paying her a compliment, he mistakenly said, "Of all the profiles of Black Dommes I've read online, yours is the most amazing I've ever come across. You're different. Your analysis of race is humbling to say the least and you are obviously very intelligent. I can't believe you understand the mind of submissive white men so well." 

She replied by saying, "Are you suggesting that most Black Dommes are stupid and that white men are so incredibly complex so as to render them indecipherable?" 

John backtracked, apologizing and trying to clarify. "Ohhhh, noooo. I was just saying that it's clear that you are very well educated. I was . . . I was paying you a compliment, believe me. It's rare to come across someone as articulate as you are." 

"Well, let me see if I understand," she said. "Based on what you've repeatedly told me, you believe that women are superior to men. Additionally, you've said numerous times that you find Black women specifically to be the ultimate archetype, that we are, in fact, Goddesses, 'supreme beings' to you-- your words not mine. Yet it seems like you're saying that you're shocked that I'm not some illiterate welfare queen who can barely form a coherent sentence, that you can't believe that I'm as intelligent as say . . . a white person. To my untrained ear, it sounds as if you're saying that understanding the mind of a submissive white man requires super human/magical powers because a normal Black woman simply isn't capable of understanding your uncomplicated albeit warped desires. Does that about summarize what you're trying to say? Because what I hear you saying is that you're practically dumbfounded that you found a Black Domme who is as intelligent as . . . you are. I can assure you that I am outrageously offended by the notion that you would even consider yourself qualified to judge my intellect, let alone compliment me for it. Moreover, white men are transparent and simple in their desires and it hardly takes a superior intellect to dissect your rather uncomplicated motives. Additionally, the fact that you seem to espouse such love for Black women and then make underhanded, disparaging comments about us is quite troublesome. It leads me to believe that you don't actually think we're truly superior but nothing more than sexual fetishes for your depraved fantasies."

He couldn't even form words. He was speechless. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum and his mind was reeling from arousal. He mumbled another insufficient apology. "I'm so sorry Mother Africa. That's not at all what I meant. I'm just a stupid white boi. Please forgive me. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?" He almost couldn't hear her response he was jerking off so frantically just from her verbal reprimand. John loved being put in his place. He loved being knocked down from his self-defined pedestal of superiority. The sensation of being told off, of being made to feel stupid was almost like having electricity sent from his nipples, to his cock, all the way to his asshole. 

They made arrangements to meet in October and his assignment over the course of the preceding month, his prerequisite for play as it were, was to read Nile Valley Contributions to Civilization by Anthony Browder and The Black Holocaust for Beginners by S.E. Anderson and write a literature review for each of them. Never in his life had John even heard of someone requiring homework for a domination session so he didn't take his task too seriously. He googled the books and found them on Amazon and printed out their reviews. They seemed like interesting reading from what he gathered but he didn't even bother to buy the books. 

Twenty minutes late, he rushed into the lobby of the Hyatt authentically upset for being tardy; slipping the bellboy $50 to take the rest of his luggage to his room. He'd wanted to be there early to make a good first impression but midtown traffic wasn't so kind. As arrogant as he tended to be, he did understand the rules of D/s play and was fully aware that leaving a Domme waiting was a big no-no. She was already there, seated at the table of the restaurant, looking just as one would think a woman who called herself Mother Africa would look. She wore her hair in a big Afro like a character from a 70s Blaxplotation flick. Without any makeup at all, her brown complexion was glowing and radiant. She wore a t-shirt with some sort of graphic design of an African mask on it that accentuated her rather large breasts and a long denim skirt that reached the floor. Her Timberland boots were so small they looked like a child's size. She wore an arm-full of wooden bracelets on her right arm and an arm-full of copper bangles on her left arm that made noise every time she punctuated her sentences with arm movements. One thing for sure, she was far more attractive in person than she was in her photos and she didn't seem at all like John expected. She looked like she could have been a graduate student waiting to have lunch with her professor rather than a Dominatrix ready to use and abuse a white boi. 

Mother Africa stood to greet him and turned her face to indicate that he should kiss her cheek as a sign of respect. She graciously accepted his apology for being late, seemingly very understanding of the unavoidable traffic from JFK. They sat and ordered lunch and had a very pleasant chat, not at all strained or awkward, without even the slightest hint of strain. Erotic tension was in the air. She teased and tormented him effortlessly and with skill and everything was going great, up until the moment she asked to see the summaries of the books he was assigned to read. 

John got away with anything and everything in life with his good looks, money, and arrogance. In that moment, as he fumbled in his carry-on bag for the wrinkled papers, he felt ashamed he hadn't even attempted the assignment he'd been given. This was a real woman, a real-life flesh and blood woman whose dominance and superiority were evident in her very aura, not some picture on the Internet, and he was about to let her down. He realized he'd fucked up by not following her orders. He wasn't about to let it show on his face however, and he handed the papers over and began what he thought was a fairly decent but superficial discussion of what he'd read from the printouts. 

"What is this?" Mother Africa didn't even bother to pick up the papers; she had a look of disgust on her face. 

"It's the reviews you asked for," John said, trying to appear confident. 

Crossing her arms in front of her, she didn't say a word, her face not showing any signs of emotion. 

John's heart was pounding. This was the stuff of submissive dreams. He could either choose to be defiant and willful, arousing her ire and wrath and eliciting what would surely be a severe session in discipline or he could choose to be apologetic and remorseful, showing the respect that every true sub longs to display in the presence of one to whom he truly feels inferior. It wasn't a decision he had to contemplate for too long as his cell phone rang and he held his finger up to excuse himself and answered the call. For a good three minutes, he talked business, never taking his eyes off the lovely woman who sat inches from him, hoping the length of the phone call would distract her from his blunder. 

Leaning in, Mother Africa whispered to him, "I see you are here to waste my fucking time." With that, she took his cell phone from him, summarily closed it, and dropped it in his water glass. 

John stood up, knocking over his chair, causing quite a scene. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you crazy? First of all, that was an important call. Second, that phone was expensive. Every contact I have is in that phone. WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with you?" 

Mother Africa stood and walked away, leaving John there trying to dry his cell phone with his linen napkin, looking like an idiot screaming and cursing in front of the other lunch patrons. John knew in that moment that he'd pushed too far. He didn't want her to leave. He didn't want things to end before they had even started and he ran after her. "Wait, I'm sorry," he said, grabbing her arm before she entered the revolving doors of the hotel. 

She turned, looking at his white hand on the brown flesh of her arm and then looking directly in his eyes. Her eyes burned a hole in his soul. If looks could kill, John knew that he would die a slow, painful death. She didn't say a word. She communicated everything she wanted to say with her eyes. She didn't even have to move them; it was if she was telepathically giving him commands. There in the middle of the very public lobby of the Hyatt Regency in New York City, John Anderson, knelt on one knee and kissed the hand of Mother Africa and said, "I'm sorry, please forgive me." To the average person, it might have looked like he was popping the big question. He looked up for approval and it was apparent his actions weren't enough. His face was burning from embarrassment and he heart felt as if it might actually explode. His cock was straining against his pants and he felt like he might faint. Looking around quickly, he knew that if he were to truly seek the forgiveness of this divine woman, he would have to assume a truly inferior position. The shame of it all was intoxicating and she still hadn't said a word. On his hands and knees, he lowered his head to her foot and placed his lips on her boot and kissed it. "Please, forgive me Mistress. I beg you for the opportunity to make it up to you," he said, loud enough for anyone nosey enough to want to hear. 

"Follow me," she commanded as she walked outside into the beautiful Fall afternoon. John panicked. He stood up and looked around at all the people who were trying to be discrete but staring at his blatant display of submissiveness. He ran back to the table, threw some money on the table for the food that they hadn't even eaten, grabbed his bag, and ran after her, praying that she would still be outside. 

She wasn't. 

The bell captain called out to him. "Sir . . . the young lady . . . the one who . . . well sir, she told me to put you in a cab and have it take you to an address but I'm not supposed to tell you where." John looked around again, sure that everyone in the world could read his every deviant desire. He was humiliated but more aroused than he'd ever been. Slipping the bell captain a hundred dollar bill, he got in the cab and it set out for an unknown destination. What was less than a half hour ride seemed like it took an eternity. As the taxi weaved its way in and out of traffic to a quiet, tree-lined street in Queens, John was tempted to whip out his cock and masturbate right then and there. 

They arrived at an unassuming looking house and he paid the cabbie, tipping him well also, and clutched his bag so hard his knuckles were white. He made his way to the front door and knocked, terrified that he was being set up but never more determined to experience additional discipline from this amazing woman. 

Mother Africa opened the door. "Go around to the back," and she shut the door in his face.

Making his way to the backyard, John knocked again. This time, a Black man answered the door. Wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and Timberland boots, he clearly resembled Mother Africa in his attire but John had no idea what to say to him. He didn't have to say anything as the man said, "Get downstairs, boy," and moved aside. John's feet were frozen in place. He didn't even have a cell phone to call for a cab or call 911 if he wanted. Every bit of common sense told him to run and not look back. His knees shook as he descended the stairs to the basement that had clearly been altered to accommodate some serious kinky play. The walls were padded and there was a drainage hole in the middle of the floor. Restraints and BDSM equipment were everywhere. While John was trying to get his bearings, trying to figure out exactly what he'd gotten himself into, Mother Africa came downstairs wearing the same t-shirt but tight, black leather pants that hugged her every curve and black high heeled leather boots. 

"Undress." Her command was simple and to the point. John wanted more. He wanted an explanation of what was going to happen. He wanted a detailed discussion of rules and limits and more head games. He was too terrified to ask any questions. Somehow, instinctively, he knew that he didn't have a choice that he was supposed to go along for the ride or forever regret this once in a lifetime opportunity to experience something he'd only ever dreamed of. 

John slowly unbuttoned his shirt as the Black couple looked on, talking with each other in hushed tones he couldn't understand. The man sat casually in a chair, with one leg over the arm of it and his hand squeezing an impressive length of dick that snaked down the leg of his jeans. If he wasn't aroused by the white boi taking off his clothes in front of him he was certainly aroused by the sexy dance that Mother Africa was doing for him. John tried to concentrate on his surroundings should he decide to make a run for it but the scene of these two people in such an intimate display proved to be too distracting. They were kissing and caressing each other as they watched and laughed at John standing before them naked, his cock hard and completely out of his element, unsure of what to do next. 

"Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce the two of you. Worm, this is my lover, Eric. He's my partner in crime shall we say," she laughed as she applied nipple clamps to John and made him wince with pain. "For the weekend, you will call him Daddy, got it? And you'll call me Mommy, understand?" 

John nodded, whispering, "Yes, Mommy," in accordance with her desires, tingling with the sound of the word coming from his lips. 

Without warning, she slapped him hard in the face. John was stunned but the hurt registered as pleasure. She ran her hands over his body, gently caressing his chest, down his abdomen over his hard cock to his balls. Without even a second's hesitation, she squeezed his nuts so hard John fell to the floor, blinded by the pain, crying out. Curled in the fetal position, he tried to pull himself together, to get back in the game. His competitive nature wouldn't allow him to lie there like a little wounded animal; he had to prove that he was in it to win it. 

The point of her black leather boot making full contact with his side divested him of any notion of competition and he lay on the floor, the wind knocked out of him. 

"I gave you one small assignment and you didn't even have the common fucking courtesy to pretend to do it. You think you're so smart," she kicked him again, "I'll have to show you who's the boss around here." She spat directly in his face, her saliva dripping down his cheek. She put the sole of her boot over his mouth and commanded that he lick it, all the while, taunting him. "Look you little asswipe, I'm in charge here and what I say goes. For the next three days, you belong to me. You are my property. You are my possession, my plaything. I can do anything and everything I want to you and you won't have a say. I don't care if you enjoy it or hate it. It doesn't matter to me what you experience. I intend to use you for my entertainment and my pleasure any fucking way I see fit." 

As if perfectly timed, the doorbell rang and Eric got up to answer the door. "We have company. I've invited a few friends over and I expect you to do whatever they want. Understand?" 

John managed to get to his knees and remain upright as the first guest came downstairs. The guy looked almost as nervous as he was. "Are you guys sure about this? I can do whatever I want to him, no questions asked? This isn't a joke is it? I mean, I'm not going to pull out my dick and the cops are gonna jump out and arrest me or anything, right?" After he was reasonably assured that it wasn't a set up, he pulled out his dick and rubbed it on John's face. The smooth skin felt erotic and sensuous, the raunchy stench of man smell aroused him: the sweat, the piss, and the stink of an unwashed, uncut black cock was driving him mad. 

John's mouth watered; he opened his lips, desperate to be fed some real stiff meat. He didn't have to wait long. There was no need for prolonged foreplay or anything of the sort; the guy was there to get his dick sucked by a white guy. All the initial trepidation gone, John sucked. He got his face fucked and fucked well. He tried to look over to see if his Mistress was pleased but couldn't see. His nose was deeply embedded in the wiry pubic hairs of the man who was using his mouth like a pussy. The stranger grabbed his ears and started pounding, causing John to gag and almost puke. That didn't stop either of them. John kept sucking that gorgeous black cock and the guy kept fucking his throat. Tears formed in his eyes and he gasped for air. Spit ran from the corners of his mouth and he sucked that cock like a porn star. Like a true slut, he licked the smelly balls of the guy he was sucking and tried to work his tongue lower. The guy caught on quickly and turned around and bent over, grabbing the back of John's head and shoving it between his magnificent ass cheeks. "Yeah, bitch, lick my dirty asshole. I kept it dirty just for you, just in case you wanted to taste a Black man's raunchy turds. Suck that dried shit out of my ass." He farted a rancid, wet, fart right in John's mouth, which only made him ravenous for more. 




Broken



Without any more inhibitions, the guy turned around and shoved his dick in John's mouth again, this time with every indication that he was going to shoot his load. The dick swelled to mammoth proportions, he could feel the veins engorged with his tongue. The man was grunting like an animal and thrusting the head of his dick deep in his throat. "Come on white boy, eat my fucking black dick. Oh shit, take this nut. I'm going to give you a pint of my ball juice. Swallow it. Suck that thick scum right down your sissy throat. Dumb white cunt." Just as John felt the first spurt of hot cum in his mouth, he felt the mind-numbing sting of a whip against the flesh of his ass. He tried to scream out but he couldn't. He thought he was going to choke, to suffocate. The persistent pounding in this mouth was accented by the rhythm of being whipped. His brain misfired. He loved the feeling of being a cum dump, nothing more than a receptacle for sperm for a Black man, he loved having that hard, black cock being shoved in his oral cavity, but he hated the pain being delivered by Mother Africa as she beat his ass like he was a renegade outlaw. 

John fell to the floor, drained and broken. He had little reprieve as the doorbell rang again. Before the first guy was even dressed, a second Black man was being escorted down the stairs. A wave of shame coursed through his body as he realized that these weren't actually friends as he had first thought but total strangers that Mother Africa had found on the Internet and who had been invited over to abuse a random white guy. Eric insisted that the first man stay and use him some more, to enjoy the show, and to think of other ways he could be used. 

For the next few hours, as more and more strangers were invited to join the party, John was used over and over again, each time more brutally and savagely than before. Just when he thought his face couldn't get fucked any harder, he was forced to suck two dicks. Each asshole was dirtier than the previous one, making him crave more filth. Mother Africa taunted him. "Work your nasty tongue up in that black asshole. Get in there deep. You feel it don't you? You taste that hot, nasty chocolate in there? You want to eat it, don't you? You want to be fed like a shit-eating whore, don't you? You want to suck that log like it's a shit cock, lick all that slimy ass juice out of the crevices. I know you do. You're nothing but a filthy pig that craves being used. You live to worship Black men, to prove to them how nasty you are. Worship him. Worship his nasty shit as your holy sacrament. Show him how much of a filthy white worm you are. Tell him. Tell him he's your God. Tell him that you dedicate your life to serving him." 

John was high with lust. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted. "Give me everything. Give me your shit, your piss, your cum, your snot, and your puke. I'll eat it all and beg for more. I'm nothing. I'm a filthy, white bitch that needs to be used by Black men. Fuck my hole raw. Make me your bitch, sir. I love black cock. I'm nothing but a faggot slut for Black dicks fucking me any way they want." John was breathless and in heaven. It was as if he was revealing his true nature to everyone and proud of it. The was telling them the things he'd felt and dreamt and believed and voicing the truth for the very first time in his life. He was liberated and free. The abuse continued for hours. Every time one of the men would cum in his mouth, he would be beaten. He began to crave the sensation of the whip as much as he craved the taste of their creamy, thick, hot jizz. 

Mother Africa whispered in his ear, "You ready to get fucked, boy? Are you ready to have that pussy of yours used like a cheap tramp? Do you want that cum in you? How about a filthy, hot piss enema? All these guys could probably pump a couple of gallons of urine in your colon. This is going to be fun. Watching you get turned out. Making you the slut for black cock that you have longed to be." In all the hours of being used, he'd yet to be fucked. That was what he wanted more than anything, to be fucked and used like a dirty slut; he needed to be a white gangbang whore with an insatiable asscunt. "Well, I have a little surprise. We've got one more special guest for you."

John's mind reeled. He had visions of a savage Mandingo warrior with a gigantic dick fucking his asshole, making it his own. His own cock surged in anticipation. His asshole throbbed as he looked around the room, all the Black men he'd sucked off were idly stroking their hard dicks waiting for the final act of the show. Eric ushered the last person down the stairs but John's eyes were filled with terror. It was a fat, sloppy, dim-witted white guy. 

"Please, no, please, Mommy? Daddy! Nooo, I'll be a good boi. Anything but that. Don't make me do that. I can't. It's disgusting." Tears flowed down his cheeks as the white guy pulled down his khakis and dingy yellowed underwear to his ankles and waddled around the room giving high fives to everyone, totally oblivious to the fact that they were all laughing at him. It was the ultimate humiliation for John. Sucking black dick was an honor and a privilege. To be forced to suck a white cock was unthinkable; it was nasty and horrible and seemed an unfair punishment. He crawled on his hands and knees, pleading one more time for reprieve. "Mommy, please, let me show you what a good boi I can be. Anything, ANYTHING you can think of, I'll do. Just, please, don't make me do that. I'll be a bitch for your dog; he can knot with me. I'll be your toilet, you can piss and shit in my mouth and I'll eat it down and beg for more. Daddy, you can be the first to fuck me, rip my ass open, make it hurt, use me anyway you want. Fist fuck me. I'm begging you, please don't make me do this." John was pleading for his life. 

It was then that Mother Africa worked her magic. She leaned in close to his ear and he could feel her hot breath on his neck. "You little fucking bitch," she whispered. "Don't you get it? You are the same as Tony here. You are equally as repulsive, equally as nasty, you are white, JUST LIKE HIM. You are going to suck him off alright and you better make him cum with your cocksucking mouth like you did all our other guests, ya' hear me? Eric's going to fuck you in your whore asscunt while you suck his pathetic cock."

Time stood still for John. Tony's cock was little more than folds of pink foreskin over a two-inch nub. His stomach lurched at the thought of putting that thing in his mouth. He looked around the room at all the beautiful black men of all shapes, sizes, and shades with their dicks hard and waiting to fuck him and then he looked down at his own cock. He looked up at the white guy and then to Mother Africa. This time, he used his eyes to communicate with her. He pleaded and begged for her to not make him do this. She slapped him again and forced his mouth open and forced it onto Tony's flaccid penis. 

The feeling of that thing in his mouth made him want to puke. It wouldn't get hard and it felt soft and mushy. The room filled with laughter as everyone found the sight amusing. He tried his best to suck hard to get this unbearable task over and done with. Tony pumped but his fat stomach kept getting in the way. The smell of his sweat wasn't arousing to John; it was sickening. As hard as it could get, there was no way it could fuck his throat, it was like sucking a little, deformed finger. This was humiliation beyond his wildest imagination. And again, just when he thought he was at his limit, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt the head of Eric's dick at his ass. 

John got on his hands and knees and spread his ass waiting to get fucked. He forgot all about the white cock he was supposed to be sucking. The sting of the whip on his back reminded him of his task. "Come on bitch, suck that white cock while you get fucked by a real man," someone in the room yelled. "Take that dick up your faggot asshole," they chanted. Tony had to get on his knees to work his prick back in John's mouth but he didn't seem to mind. It was probably the only time he'd ever had anyone suck his cock and he didn't have to pay for it. He was enjoying the attention; he didn't care that it was negative.

John could see his Divine Mistress Africa stalking him, walking around him, surveying her prize. She'd masterminded the entire thing. She kissed her partner and ran her hands over his naked chest, saying, "Baby, I want you to fuck him HARD, make him scream. Do it for me, baby. Use him. Ram every inch of your beautiful dick in his rectum and make him pay for being an insolent, disrespectful little bitch." 

Feeling the head of that enormous cock rubbing on his asshole felt amazing. It was the searing hot pain that blinded him as it pushed in his anus and made it's way deep in his bowels that almost made him pass out from pain. He knew not to say stop and the riding crop across his back reminded him of the other part of his assignment. He put his mouth on the cock in front of his face and started sucking. His mind was playing tricks on him. He loved the feeling of pain in his ass, he loved the sensation of being fucked like a rag doll, he hated the feeling of being forced to fellate the man that reminded him of his inherent inferiority. 

"FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!" Everyone in the room was cheering and applauding. John grabbed his own cock and started stroking it frantically. Mother Africa kicked him soundly in the side, reminding him that this was not about his pleasure but about hers. 

The room smelled of sex. Pheromones and sweat and lust and pure man-fucking overwhelmed his senses. A half a dozen Black men were lined up, waiting for their turns to get a piece of white tail; all he had to do was make the two men fucking him cum. Degraded and dejected, John worked his finger up Tony's flat, flabby ass and wiggled it around, coaxing him to cum. It worked and Tony fell, collapsed on the floor, his little cock jerking and leaking what little cum his inferior testicles could produce. 

John had accomplished the first part of his mission and it was on to the best part. "Oh God. Daddy. PLEEEASE fuck me harder. Ram your cock in me. Make me your bitch. Use my fuckhole, Daddy. Fuck the shit out of me. More, I want more black cock. I'm a slut for black cock. Give it to me. POUND ME. MORE. I need a cock in my mouth. Feed me more superior black cum. Give me everything."

It was the lone female in the room that would fulfill his desires. The only one who hadn't gotten any satisfaction thus far, she stepped up with a very formidable ebony strapon attached to her hips. It was longer, harder, and thicker than all the other cocks he had sucked that day but he was in the zone. He was in that sub space where everything was arousing; nothing was too extreme. 

"You belong to me, cunt, you know that right? You're my little white bitch." She reached down and started pulling his nipple clamps, twisting them, when things started to black out for John. Everything he was feeling was pleasure. From the 12 inches of hard black plastic that was ravaging his throat to the 10 inches of magnificent black cock that was breeding his twat, to the pain he experienced in his nipples and the searing hot flesh where he'd been beaten, he was experiencing everything as pleasure. 

John couldn't use words anymore. This is what he'd prayed to experience all of his adult, submissive life. All he could do was grunt and groan like a feral, wild animal and hope that everyone understood his primal sounds to mean, "FUCK ME HARDER. FUCK ME!!!!" 

Over the course of the next three days, John experienced more mental and physical torture than he'd ever hoped to imagine. He knew his Mommy had come to release him, to send him back out into the real world. He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay there forever. He wanted to live in that basement and be used 24/7 as a white cum dump. He'd never felt more whole, satisfied, or authentic as he did being tortured and abuse by such beautiful and vicious individuals. His spirit and his body had been broken. With his last bit of energy, he was prepared to negotiate a way to stay with his Nubian Dominatrix Extraordinaire and her lover to be their pet, plaything and sub. 

*

Copyright 2009 AfroerotiK All Rights Reserved



Broken



In and out of consciousness, I caught glimpses of his face. He was barely familiar to me, like someone out of a dream and with time bending over and through itself under a haze of narcotics, I couldn't be sure if I remembered him from two hours ago or two years. Just as I began to focus in the bright afternoon light streaming through my bedroom window, a sharp volt tore through my back and I was out again.

"She hasn't been awake for more than five minutes or so since she got home from the hospital yesterday." A man's voice floated above me, hushed and serious, barely audible. "If she doesn't wake up soon to eat, I'm afraid she'll need an IV."

"Damn the health care system in this country. She should probably still be in the hospital. I'm worried sick about her. Thank God I found you Paul. I know you weren't looking for a live in position, but as you can see, she needs you." I recognized this voice. It was Martha, my agent.

Martha had been representing me for eight years and with no family of my own to speak of, she was my rock. We were really more like sisters, laughing and crying together at whatever life brought. Thanks to her, I didn't hang up my racket after that embarrassing fourth round elimination at Wimbledon. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride; I was beginning to feel like the laughing stock of women's professional tennis and at thirty it seemed doubtful that I would ever reach my goal of winning a Grand Slam tournament. But, this year I decided to give it one last shot and worked hard to get into the best shape of my life. Martha was my cheerleader, telling me to show them what I was made of and prove all those assholes wrong. The struggle back had brought me to the semi-final at the US open. When was that? Last week? Last month? I couldn't remember. It was all foggy.

"Did they find the guy who was driving the car?" The man was speaking again.

Martha answered, "No. What kind of person can just run someone over in the street and not stop? The whole thing is just unbelievable. Oh good, I think she's waking up." I inhaled deeply and looked over in their direction. "Lila, sweetie. I'm here with Paul, your nurse. He's going to be staying here and taking good care of you." Martha had taken my hand in hers and was sitting next to my two casted legs on the bed.

The man crouched over me and placed his hand gently on my shoulder. "I'm so glad to see you awake." His smile was warm and genuine, leaving soft creases at the corners of his water blue eyes. "Do you think you would like something to eat?"

I wrinkled my nose, about to cry. It hit me all over again, The accident. In the full length mirror across the room I surveyed the reality of my condition with disgust. The legs I'd been cultivating for greatness since I was ten were useless to me now, and my long brown hair was shaved on the side that featured a bandage instead. My body was a mass of bruises, swollen, ugly. The words came in a sudden burst, "Get out! Both of you, please just get out!" I was bawling now and just wanting to be alone. 

Martha kissed my hand and got up. "Lila, I'm so sorry this happened to you honey. I'll be just a phone call away if you need me." She was tearing up too and blew me another kiss before leaving. 

I locked my eyes onto Paul and waited for him to obey my request as well. He neatened my covers and told me that he would give me a few minutes before returning with some dinner. "You'll need your strength if you're going to be ready for your 2nd comeback," he said with a wink and walked out. 

"Yeah right," I tried to yell after him, but I was too weak. What the hell was Martha thinking - getting me a male nurse? Not to mention how freaking gorgeous he was. I looked like shit and felt even worse. The last thing I needed was to feel self-conscious on top of everything else. It wasn't a secret that I was more famous for how I looked on the court than how I performed, and I loved that guys everywhere drooled over my shots in Maxim and Sports Illustrated. There was no way I was going to be reminded that I had lost that too. He would have to go.

- Paul

As I closed the door after me, Lila's chilly stare raked on my back. Martha and I met up in the kitchen while I pulled together a small dinner for my reluctant new patient. It was a good thing that I'd thought to have some groceries delivered. There wasn't much more than a few diet cokes in the fridge.

Martha leaned on the island and tried to apologize for Lila's attitude, "Don't let her get to you Paul. It's just that ... the accident --"

"It's Okay," I interrupted, "I don't blame her for being angry, and I know that it's not me she's angry with. I'd probably react the same way if I were lying up there all mangled."

She tucked a red wavy lock behind her ear, "Well, you really are a godsend Paul. Twenty-four hour care will do wonders for her."

"A godsend?" I chuckled to myself. "I don't know that I'd go that far. But, I'm happy that I can help."

"She's going to be a handful, you know that," the warning came with a salty chuff.

"I hope so." I turned the chicken and added a few more pieces of oregano. "It's the only way she's going to get back on her feet."

"Paul, do you really think that she will play again ... I mean play well?" she leaned forward, her voice turning serious.

Looking her dead in those piercing green eyes I replied, "Martha, I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

She thanked me again, and said goodbye. So, I left dinner to simmer while I took a stroll around the house. My past few days had been mostly spent at Lila's side, managing the necessities, like bandage changes and bed pan duty. There wasn't any harm in exploring my new digs. I mean it was the private domain of the famous Lila Stevens -- tennis player, spokesperson, model extraordinaire. Who could resist?

I had been following Lila's career almost since she first stepped onto the scene. She was known for always attacking the court like a lion, but with the grace of a gazelle. She was also known for her smoking body. Once I started watching a match I just couldn't keep my eyes off her. Her legs seemed to be carved from perfect granite, with dark brown eyes, and gorgeous long brown hair that she wore tousled about her head like the rebel she's known to be. Top that off with a rack that was just the right mix of soft and round, and you have the only woman who ever completely sold out an issue of Sports Illustrated. I can't count how many times I lied awake in bed, thinking about that cover, wondering what further treats might be found under that short tennis skirt of hers. I watched Lila whenever I could - on TV, when I could get to a tournament. There weren't many matches that I missed.

Her record a few years back wasn't that great. In fact, it was so bad that the critics called her "The Ball Girl"; a stinging commentary on her great body, but apparent lack of tennis skills. In their estimation she wasn't any better than the girls who would shag the balls down at tournaments. Then Wimbledon came along. Lila outright sucked. She was ousted in straight sets by some nobody who was ranked 200th in the world and the critics were not kind. Lila walked away for a year. No one heard anything from her. She did no interviews, no photo shoots, nothing. Then a couple of months ago, without warning, she started to fight her way back to the top. It was a long haul but she earned a chance to compete at the US Open and she didn't disappoint. Her body was still amazing, and her tennis was even better. She would have won, I'm sure, had she not been run over the night after her quarterfinal. 

There, matted and framed on the wall next to the front door was that first Sports Illustrated cover that helped Lila Stevens to become a household name. Looking at that picture, it was hard to believe that the woman immortalized in mid flight, muscles contoured from calf to ass and her wildly sexy, full lips apart in exertion was the same woman lying upstairs, broken and bandaged. As I studied the shot once more, a loud, shrieking sound came from above.

"Hello??" Lila called out, quite loudly. "I need help damn it! Where are you? HELLO?!!!"

I rolled my eyes and started up the stairs. "It's going to be a long couple of months."

- Lila

I wasn't even sure he could hear me calling him. God, I hated being so weak and helpless. I've always had pride in my sense of independence. Growing up without a mom had taught me to be pretty self-sufficient. She died of breast cancer at a young age when I was only ten. Dad was never really able to fill that void, though he tried in his own way. We shared Tennis, and as my coach that special bond helped to focus our energy on something we could both control. When he suffered a fatal heart attack during one of his morning jogs, I lost the desire to ever truly rely on anyone ever again. In my room, lying in my bed with the bitter taste of irony in my mouth, I was begrudgingly at the mercy of this perfect stranger.

"Oh, there you are," I said, as he slipped into my room. I was completely lucid now and able to see him clearly. He was about six feet tall and very fit. His tanned biceps looked well maintained and his hands, gripping a tray in front of him, were large and strong. Those pale blue eyes presented a stark contrast to his dark hair. He was striking; the kind of man that you would definitely take second look at if you saw him on the street.

"I brought you something light, just poached chicken breast and some veggies," he offered, coming closer.

I wanted to say that I wasn't hungry just to spite him, but my growling stomach would have none of it. "Thanks. I was trying to sit up anyway and just couldn't do it by myself."

He put down the tray and gently maneuvered his hands behind my back. Delicately, he repositioned me against my propped pillows. When he was finished, he took a few more minutes inspecting my bandaged head before letting his eyes slowly trail over my face. It made me uncomfortable and I turned away.

"I look terrible I know," I mumbled.

"No, not terrible. You just look like you need a little TLC." He tilted his head with raised eyebrows. "Besides Lila, you are just as beautiful today as you have ever been."

I wrinkled my nose at him, utterly unconvinced. "Cut the shit Paul. Isn't that your name? I look like hell, and I don't need you to try and smooth it over. Just leave me the food, give me my meds and get the hell out."

"Look, I am here to help you, whether you like it or not. I'm going to give you your meds, and feed you your meals and do whatever else it takes to get you back on your feet, including making you feel good. So, Lila, I'm not going to be scared off that easily." His arms were folded and his tone was just firm enough to make it seem pointless to argue.

Then he sat down next to me and began to cut the chicken. As he placed the fork in front of my mouth I begrudgingly opened it. The chicken was delicious, as if I had never had something so tasty before in my life. Surely, this was because I had not eaten a thing in so many days, but nonetheless it was delightful. I couldn't restrain the savoring "mmmms" escaping my lips as he continued to feed me. Though my arms were not broken, I was unbelievably sore and allowed him to feed me every morsel.

"You see, I know what you need," he said in a more raspy tone than I had heard before.

I tingled slightly at the statement and surprised myself with the sensation. For a split second it seemed that he wasn't speaking of my dinner. But, the thought was quickly dismissed as he offered to turn on the TV. "Leave it there," I said, referring to one of my favorite episodes of Seinfeld. 

He was grinning. "I love this one," Paul said returning to my side and offering me some tea to sip. Together we laughed as the ridiculous plot unfolded once again through the miracle of syndication. By the time it was over I had a wide smile spread across my face and so did he. I had also finished eating and Paul readied me for the evening, fixing my covers and lowering the shades. We chatted some more about other episodes that had entertained us over the years, trying to rank them in order of funniest.

As he brushed what was left of my hair, I was actually very relaxed. His fingers carefully attempted to challenge my tangles and with slow, soft strokes he dragged the bristles of my brush from my crown to my shoulders. His strong hands worked with incredible patience as they moved like fluid over my head. I was drifting off again, giggling a little still at the images we had conjured. My meds were taking effect and whisking me off into dream land. He brushed my hair and I wasn't thinking about what I must look like. I simply let myself enjoy the sweet feeling sweeping over me with those strokes. "Maybe," I thought with my eyes closed and my lips slightly pursed, "Maybe I am glad that he's here." As I floated on this thought into a deeper sleep, I imagined that he kissed me softly on the forehead and whispered "sweet dreams" in my ear before leaving.

Surprisingly, my dreams were more sinful than sweet. I envisioned that I was perfectly healed and walked over to the guest room where he slept. My lips curled into a smile as I played out the scenario in my subconscious mind. First slipping under the covers and then gripping his noticeably large cock. "Now it's my turn to take care of you," I said to him in my sleep, squirming in bed a little as I imagined taking him into my mouth. The thought was as comforting as it was arousing. I wanted to be back in control and in my dream I was again able to take matters into my own hands.

The night passed quickly with one dream after the next playing out different sexual scenarios starring Paul and me. It was a wild collection of thoughts that sent much needed endorphins through my aching body. In the morning I felt refreshed, with a clear and vivid memory of the picture show my mind had delivered. Those thoughts were dangerous, for sure. I wasn't so naïve to think that harboring a crush on my caretaker wouldn't make things complicated, but it was a hell of a lot better than the nightmares that plagued me the previous nights. It seemed that I had found a welcome distraction, one that was harmless enough if kept to myself.

- Paul

I knew very well how traumatic the accident had been for Lila and I wanted to help her do the little things that she couldn't do for herself. It was the way back to normalcy; the beginning of the healing process. I'd been enjoying her company and the chance to make her laugh a little. Brushing Lila's hair, she might have thought that I was taking the caretaker role a little too far. But no doubt the feel of the brush, along with her meds, would melt away any misgivings as she drifted off to sleep. 

Right before she lost consciousness, I kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear, "Sweet dreams Lila." She mumbled something incoherent and descended into dreamland. At least an hour must have passed as I leaned against the wall, mesmerized by the sight of her -- just watching her sleep, watching her chest rise and fall. As broken and bruised her body was, I could still see the beautiful, sexy woman underneath. That was the woman I determined to bring back. When I turned to leave, I heard her mumble something again and listened as a low moan eased from her lips; which got me wondering just what kind of dream she was having -- and who she might be dreaming of.

In the morning, Lila awoke rested and in a better state of mind. She was nicer, friendlier; with a twisted little grin on her pouty mouth. And, although it's possible I was mistaken, I'd have sworn that I caught her staring at me few times. Though, I didn't mention it and instead got down to business with the first order of the day. I needed to give Lila a sponge bath. It had been a while since she had been really cleaned up, and the two casts on her legs made putting her in the shower out of the question. Of course, this was met with a fair amount of reluctance from Lila.

"What?" she protested as she looked at me incredulously, "You've got to be kidding, right?"

"Now Lila, you know that I can't just let you lie in this bed as filthy as you are. I'll need to wash you up. It's for your own -"

She cut me off, "Don't tell me that it's for my own good. I hate that. Besides, you seem to be forgetting something very important."

"What?" I asked from the linen closet in the hall.

"You're a male," she said, "I thought that there were rules about males bathing females in the hospital or something like that."

"Generally," I said, with a hand full of towels, "there are. But this isn't a hospital. And, I can assure you that I'll handle the job with strict professionalism."

She looked at me for a few moments. It was obvious that she wasn't going for it. But after a deep sigh, she finally relented, "Fine. Just get it over with, will you?"

"I'll go as fast as I can." Lila started to take off her top, but, I quickly said, "No, you don't have to do that now, wait until I get the water prepared and a sponge. I'll be back." I was surprised that she had agreed to it. But there was no denying that she needed my help cleaning up. And I knew that I would have to use every ounce of restraint not to let on that I found it more than a little intriguing; the chance to get a closer look at what I'd been fantasizing about all these years. I finally got everything together, and went back to Lila's room. She was slouched against her pillow, waiting for me and she didn't look very happy. So, I knew that I had just better get to it. "Okay, let's get started. Put your arms up," I said.

She did, and I slid the pajama top off of her. Discreetly, or at least I hope, I glanced at her breasts which were round and firm; the areolas a deep shade of brown. In the chill of the air her nipples were pert and pink, just hard enough to beg to be sucked. Taking it slow, I started with her back, getting the sponge wet in the warm water and applying a bit of the liquid soap to it. I squeezed it repeatedly, making sure to get it nice and soapy. She shivered a little at the feel of the suds dripping down her skin to the towels beneath her. Meticulously I covered every inch and made sure to be as gentle as I could, while secretly I prayed she didn't think I was getting anything out of the whole episode. Still as I was washing her, I let myself appreciate the way her muscles were defined, and I unconsciously started to follow the lines of them with the sponge. Then snapping out of it, I took a deep breath and turned to her front.

Trying not to seem nervous, I mechanically went about the task, beginning with her neck and working my way down. Gently over of her shoulders, I washed down each arm to her wrists, and then back up and across her chest. As I started to work around her breasts, her nipples peaked again and it wasn't easy to tear my attention away from them. Next I did her stomach, working the sponge across it slowly, taking care not to tickle her. Then finally, I was done. Another towel made sure that she was completely dry, and I had her slip a fresh top on.

"There," I said, "that wasn't that bad, was it?"

Her cheeks flushed red and she couldn't even look at me, "No, I guess it wasn't ..."

"Well, if you need anything else, just let me know. I'm going to get breakfast started." With that, I quickly left the room, making very sure to keep the basin in front of me so that Lila couldn't see my hard-on.

- Lila

As each day passed I felt a little stronger and more alert. Paul had begun to make a habit of playing Gin Rummy with me after lunch which helped a little to pass the hours. Things were becoming less awkward between us as we spent more and more time together. He had an uncanny way of caring for me intuitively, more like a friend.




Broken



The events of each day had become a familiar routine. He would wake me with a soft squeeze on the shoulder and I would make out his dimpled smile through squinted eyes. Morning meds were accompanied by orange juice and the sports pages. He'd already read the tennis blurbs and was surprisingly knowledgeable about the goings on. Then after a few mindless morning talk shows it was soon time for lunch. Paul would open the window to let in some fresh air; then cards and a nap. I'd return phone calls in the late afternoon and do some reading. Finally after dinner, it was time to wash up and though I was a little embarrassed at first to put it mildly, I could not deny that the soft and careful attention he paid my bruised body was comforting on a level that is hard to explain. I looked forward to this most of all, and even when it was becoming clear that I was well enough to do most of the cleansing myself, neither of us were inclined to point it out.

I enjoyed his being there. After suffering such a brutal disregard for my well-being on that humid Manhattan night, it was comforting to have him close. He was needed, and I even scoffed at the notion that I originally wanted to fire him. The next time I saw Martha, I was singing his praises instead.

"Lila sweetie, you are looking more and more like your old self," she said on her weekly visit. 

"Thanks, I am still pretty sore, but I do feel better. I can't wait to get these casts off though. They itch like hell!" It would be another month before that would happen, but at least I was promised some mobility via wheelchair later that day.

"So, how is Paul working out? I was sure you'd have him running around here in his Calvins by now," she snickered, plopping down on the bed so that we could dish a little.

"I knew it wasn't an accident that you hired such a sexy male nurse," I giggled smarmily. "Really though, he's a doll. So sweet. I couldn't ask for more."

"Oh, but couldn't you?" Martha grinned, knowing me so well. "I mean if you weren't out of commission."

"Like I would let a small thing like two broken legs stop me," I quipped. We were both giggling like school girls when he came in with my mail.

"What's so funny?" he asked, placing some envelopes next to me on the night stand. He always got the mail for me around this time - just part of our routine.

"Oh nothing Paul, we were just ..." I trailed off, still giggling. 

"Lila," Martha said craftily changing the subject, "you probably think that I forgot, but I know it's your birthday on Friday." 

"Oh please Martha. I am not even thinking about that." I rolled my eyes and began to sort through the mix of bills and junk mail lying next to me.

"It would do you good to have a few friends over and blow out some candles," she tried to convince me, placing her hand on my knee. "Come on, we all want to celebrate the fact that you're still here with us."

"I don't know ..." I wasn't sold.

"Your chair arrives tomorrow and you'll be able to get out and about some," Paul added. "By Friday you should be an old pro at maneuvering it."

"And I'll have your stylist come over to cut your hair into a hot new look." She piled my remaining locks on top of my head and placed her finger under my chin to consider how I might look.

"No!" Paul said abruptly. We both turned to look at him quizzically at the strange objection. "I mean," he continued. "I thought I heard that sometimes they can put extensions in, you know - if you didn't want to cut it."

"How do you know about hair extensions?" I frowned at him curiously and he was blushing a bit.

"I watch a bit too much E! TV I guess. Not exactly thought provoking, I know, but who can say they're not a little bit interested in what's going on in pop culture. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I saw that Britney Spears uses them." He was clearly uncomfortable explaining himself.

"Don't worry Paul. Just because you're a nurse and watch E!, we don't think you're any less of a guy." I winked at Martha and she stifled a giggle.

"I'm going to have drop and do three sets of push-ups just to justify it." He was laughing now too.

Martha turned back to me. "What do you say Lila, how about a little ice cream and cake? Nothing big - just some music and well wishes. We all love you and everyone wants to know that you're okay." She knew better than to try and surprise me with such a thing. I have never liked surprises and she was right to make sure I was on board.

"Oh, all right," I finally agreed and she was off to begin making plans.

Paul picked up a box from my chair. "This came for you today too," he said and placed it on my lap. I hadn't noticed the small package when he came in. "An early birthday present perhaps?"

I shrugged, looking critically at the unmarked box. There was only a P.O. number for the return address. As I opened it, Paul straightened up the room a bit and gathered my laundry to be washed. Inside a discreet packing slip displayed my name, address and quantity 1 - Bliss Maker Deluxe. Confused, I pulled away the packing paper and discovered a pink vibrator.

"What the hell?" I mumbled aloud, glancing up at Paul and wondering if he had anything to do with this. I definitely didn't order it myself. Who else could have done it? "Um...Paul?" I started after folding down the flaps of the box.

"Yeah?" He looked up, with a completely innocent expression.

"Um...Did you ..." My voice was soft and a little shaky.

"What Lila? Is everything all right?" He was coming closer now, looking concerned.

"Oh, I'm okay. I just ..." I placed the box on the other side of me. "I just didn't want you to forget to wash my yellow nightie." I couldn't bring myself to ask him about it.

"Of course, Lila. I know it's your favorite." He winked at me and left the room.

Alone now, I took the vibrator out. Looking it over a little more closely, I had to admit that almost a month of recovery had me feeling better and mourning my active sex life. Though I didn't have a boyfriend, before the accident I was never long without proper male attention. The vibrator could definitely be useful in my condition.

After all, how could I even ask him about the thing without refusing it? Not to mention that I wanted to keep it. It was a no win situation and I wasn't even positive he had anything to do with its arrival. Instead, I checked to see if it had batteries, eagerly anticipating my nightly bath and some time alone with my new toy. 

The sweet exploding sensation of a long awaited climax was so heavy on my mind that I blatantly rushed through dinner and feigned exhaustion shortly after. Complaining that I was tired, I asked for Paul to help me get ready for bed early that evening.

"We can skip the wash up tonight if you're that tired," he said, cocking his head to the side and pressing his lips together as he awaited my response. Was he playing with me? Did he enjoy making me ask that he not deny me the one thing I looked forward to every night? I couldn't be sure.

"No, it was kind of warm in here today and I feel a little sweaty." I tried to sound casual about it. 

"Very well," he said, and busied himself with gathering the necessary items.

"Paul, I have some soap that I want to use. It's under the sink in a blue glass bottle." I wanted as much sensory input as I could get. The musky perfume of the body wash would surely add to the experience.

As usual he placed the basin on the night table and sat down beside me on the bed. He then gently helped me remove my tank dress and slipped a towel under my nude body. Really, I had gotten past being embarrassed in front of him. He was never anything but professional about his tasks and my bath was no exception. Still, I suspected that he enjoyed this time as much as I did and from the moment he put his hands on me, a delicious rush passed under my skin. It was nice to feel attractive again in some small way.

He softly traced the dampened cloth in mini circles on my stomach, and I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes. As the cloth swept over me like the petals of a flower, the room became saturated with the smell of honey and jasmine. Passing over my face and collar bone, my neck and breasts, I relished the gentle attention he gave me. Inhaling, I concentrated on the feel of the cloth, not knowing where he would place it next. Inevitably, I imagined that it was his mouth on me instead; grazing me with kisses. Then the moment came when he slipped the cloth between my legs. Usually Paul was rather quick and methodical about this part, making sure that he didn't make me anymore uncomfortable than necessary. This time was different. He slid the cloth over my vagina slowly, his fingers impressing my lips through the fabric. Reflexively I tensed at the change in sensation and Paul slipped his other hand under my hip and grasped my waist, steadying me against the pressure.

My eyes opened, and I locked gaze with him. He stared back. His blue eyes were narrowed and serious and his lips slightly parted. Another slow stroke over my pussy and across my clit solicited a short gasp from my mouth. He tilted his head slightly and ran the cloth over my pussy again, this time dipping inside me for a split second before circling around my clit. I gripped the sheet and began to ache for more. Then he placed the cloth back in the basin and grinned, "All done."

With ease, he placed me into my bed clothes and tucked me under the covers. "I know you said you were tired so, I'll leave you to rest." A small smile still played on his mouth. I was speechless as he removed the basin and shut the light on the way out. It wasn't quite dark in the room yet and he left the door cracked as always, to make sure he could hear me if I called. Trembling with adrenaline and lust, I grabbed the vibrator stashed under my pillow and threw the covers off of me. Ironically, Paul had left me more soiled than when he began and I was slick with silky wetness. It wasn't long before my new toy had me moaning softly in ecstasy. The careening flood of endorphins through my body left me throbbing and my heart pounding. I felt amazing, giddy even. But, I still wasn't sure if I had imagined the energy between two of us. Was Paul purposely pulling my strings? Either way, I was interested to see what would happen next.

- Paul

I didn't want Lila to get the wrong idea. I'd taken a big chance ordering that vibrator for her and I wasn't sure how she would react. But, her nightly bath hinted that my instincts weren't wrong. I knew I was on to something.

After just a few weeks she was starting to look more like her old self. The bruises had all faded and there was no evidence of swelling. What a specimen she was and even while relaxed I could make out every muscle sculpted softly beneath the skin. I knew how she looked forward to those baths. It was clear that she responded to my touch; that electricity was passed from my fingers to her body through the washcloth. And when I circled her clit just a little softer, a little longer than usual that night, it was all I could do not to reach down and kiss her.

I felt a little bad about leaving her in that semi-turned on state, but if I was right, she would put my little gift to good use and start feeling sexy again. Sure enough from the hall, I could hear the low hum of the vibrator and Lila's low, soft moans of pleasure. Those breathless coos made me very hard, so I decided to join her, at least in spirit. After throwing the covers off of my own bed, I slowly wrapped my hand around my cock; trying not to rush things, wanting to give myself plenty of time. In my imagination Lila was twisting her lips around the head, slowly stroking me as she did. Then, she took me into her warm, wet mouth, letting every inch of me slide into her. My own smoldering moan leaked through my lips, and my cock pulsed and grew harder in my hand when next I thought about her soft hair surrounding it as she moved her head up and down, sucking gently, and caressing my balls. I pictured her looking up at me with that pretty smile of hers, licking as she kept stroking me. Up and down, up and down, I visualized her tongue on the head, flicking it from side to side.

The lilting echoes of Lila's orgasm caused my cock to start spurting long ropes all over my stomach. It was hard to not let out a sound while I was cumming; my orgasm being so intense. But, somehow I managed to keep quiet. And, when I was sure that Lila was sleeping, I got up for a shower. A quick peek into her room showed me all I needed to see. Lila, her bed clothes pulled up to her waist and the vibrator's base peeking out of the bottom of the pillow. I smiled to myself and went to bed, glad to know that I was able to give Lila a reminder of how good she could feel again. In the morning I'd see about pressing forward with my next move.

Bright and early I woke and got ready. On my way down to fix breakfast I stopped in on Lila to make sure she was covered up. No need to let her suspect that I knew about her little secret. She was still asleep and I could just make out the outline of her body under the sheet. Her hair played over her face in small wisps that framed her eyes perfectly. I hated Martha for suggesting that Lila have it cut, and I hated myself more for the way I reacted to her suggestion. Flying off the handle like that, I almost blew it. I'm pretty sure that they saw right through me even with my attempts to shake it off.

I opened the shades and the window to let a little breeze in. The fall air blew gently, cool and crisp, ushering the last remnants of Lila's honey and jasmine body wash around the room. I breathed it in, remembering how it felt to be so close to her last night, and how my dreams were filled with visions of her body moving against mine with her legs locked around me.

"Paul?" she said again, drawing me out of my reverie.

"What?" I said, trying not look like a total idiot.

"I said, 'Good morning'."

"Oh yes, good morning Lila," I said, setting the tray down and trying to not notice as she made sure that the vibrator was nowhere to be seen. "Did you sleep well?"

She stretched her arms over her head and let out a contented sigh, "Yes. Best night I've slept so far. I think that it was the special body wash that did it. Kind of an aromatherapy thing, you know?"

It was all I could do not to laugh, "Yes, I'm glad that it helped to relax your body."

She paused for a moment and looked at me. But, I gave her no reason to believe that my comment was anything but innocent. Then I poured the coffee and handed her the morning paper, which she casually scanned as I served the rest of breakfast. "It's a big day today. Your wheelchair will be here shortly. So, finish eating and when you're done, I'll help you get dressed and we'll go downstairs and try it out. Okay?"

"Downstairs?" she questioned, "How am I going to get downstairs?"

"Well, the doctors did say that you were strong enough to get by on your crutches for short periods of time," I said.

"Yes, but what if I don't have enough strength to get down the stairs?"

"Don't worry Lila, I'll be right behind you the whole time. I won't let anything happen to you." She smiled softly at me, and I was about to say something when the door bell rang. "Oh, that's probably them right now. Come ... up now and we'll get going."

I went downstairs to get the door. Martha was there, as well as the delivery men from the hospital supply service. "Hey, looks like I got here in time for the maiden voyage, huh?" Martha said, coming into the door.

"Yes, I guess so," I laughed, really not all that happy to see her. She came in and the delivery men followed with the wheel chair behind her. They quickly set it up, and left me with the instructions and their card in case we had any problems. I thanked them, and sent them on their way.

"Wow, this is a nice chair, isn't it?" Martha said. "I guess it pays to have good insurance sometimes, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I guess it does," I replied dryly, not exactly disguising my annoyance.

"Speaking of Lila, where is she?" she craned her surgically tightened neck to scan the room behind me.

"She's still upstairs, finishing breakfast. I told her that I'd help her get dressed when she was done, and that we'd come down here to take this thing for a spin."

"Oh, okay," she said, looking at me, "Paul, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure Martha, what's on your mind?" I gave her the go ahead and she came around the chair to touch my hand. Looking into her eyes, it was becoming clear that she wasn't going to ask me about Lila's condition.

"Tell me Paul, what's it like being so close to a beautiful woman that you can't have?"

"Excuse me?" I said intending not to say anything that might land me in a trap.

"Oh, come on Paul, I'm not blind! I see the way you look at Lila. Your little comment about her hair the other day confirmed it. You want her, don't you?" She was so pleased with herself for calling me out.

Stunned, I searched for an appropriate response. Then, like the proverbial bell saving me, Lila's excited voice came from upstairs. "Paul? Paul, I'm done and ready!"

"I'll be right up!" I called back and started toward the stairs when Martha stepped in and wrapped her arms around me.

"Well," she said, "if you ever get a little lonely some night, you know how to reach me."

"Thanks," I said, gently removing her arms, "but I've learned to not mix business and pleasure."

"Too bad, because I could find you quite useful." She pursed her lips and folded her arms across her chest. "Or, once Lila gets her casts off, you'll be out of here." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

"So I figured," I said, and pushed by her to make my way up the stairs. I went into Lila's room, with Martha in tow. Of course, Lila was glad to see her close friend, and they talked while I gathered up the dishes. Martha whispered something in Lila's ear, and they both giggled, looking my way. I could only imagine what Martha said to her.

I tried to deflect the attention. "Just let me put these in the kitchen, then I'll come back to help you get dressed and into your new wheel chair."

"No," Martha directed, "I'll help her get dressed while you're getting the dishes done. Then, when we're ready, you can come back and help Lila get down the stairs."

"Of course," I said, and left the room, dishes in hand. Once alone I let loose on myself. "Damn it!" I said, slamming the dishes into the sink. "Why did I have to make that comment about her hair? Just couldn't keep my mouth shut, could I? Now that Martha bitch is sniffing around and about to ruin everything." Taking a breath, I took a moment to calm myself. "Okay," I reasoned, "Lila's casts aren't due to come off for another couple of weeks. That's more than enough time. I'll just have to make sure Martha doesn't catch on."

"Paul!!!" It was Martha's voice, shrill and biting, "We're readyyyy!!"

"I'm on my way!!" I told her. A little insurance would guarantee there was still time. Just a small change in plans, that's all. I was thinking that it might make sense to take Martha up on her offer. 

- Lila

I threw my head back to absorb the warm late afternoon sun. On my fieldstone patio I enjoyed some of the freedom afforded me by my new wheelchair. The commotion around me hinted that I was in for more than just a small get together later that evening. Once Martha got started with my birthday plans there was no stopping her. She had hired a caterer and a few waiters to take care of dinner and the rental company was busy setting up tables and chairs on the lawn. In all we were expecting about 50 people. 

For five days she was on the phone rounding up my group of party friends and acquaintances associated with my tennis career. My training staff, attorneys, Martha's assistants, were all sure to be there. Lonnie my stylist had arrived earlier that day to add some perfectly matched locks of hair over the healed gash in my head. He also made me up as if I was prepping for a photo shoot, and it was nice to have a little glamour back in my life.




Broken



"Here Lila, have some iced tea." Paul was handing me a glass.

"Thanks. So Paul, you didn't comment on my hair. I took your advice after all.

"You look amazing." he said twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers absently before quickly retracting his hand. I reached forward to clasp it.

"You know, you've been cooped up in this house with me all this time. You deserve a little fun too. Please be my guest at tonight's party and enjoy yourself." I said squeezing his hand gently with sincerity.

He squeezed back. "It really is my pleasure to help you get back on your feet, Lila." Then he chuckled a little. "Don't worry about me, I know how to have a good time."

Around 6:00 people started to arrive and Martha was in place to play hostess. One by one, they made their way to the back yard to see for themselves that I was still in one piece. It was an endless parade of concerned well-wishers and I graciously reassured each one of them that I was feeling stronger every day. 

By the time dinner was served, everyone was on their second glass of wine and the evening air was full of laughter and background music. Martha snuck me some Merlot when Paul wasn't looking. Pain Medication or not, I wasn't going to be handling any heavy machinery or driving so what the hell? I was enjoying a rather nice buzz while half listening to my neighbors go on about how their maid had almost been struck by a car in the supermarket parking lot.

"People really need to slow down. Did they ever catch the guy who was driving the car that hit you?" Sheila Burgess was talking. She was a cougar like housewife to her investment banker husband.

"You know what Sheila? Right now I don't even want to think about that prick. If they haven't found him by now I don't think that they will. I'm just focusing on getting back on the courts." It was the fifth time I answered that question that night.

"Well you are looking fabulous. How are you getting on by yourself?"

"I have help," I said and nodded in Paul's direction. He was talking to Martha a couple of yards away.

"A guy? How's that been?" she leaned in to get the scoop.

"It's been great," I said, smiling at him. He caught my eye at that moment and winked raising his glass.

"Really?" she pressed, with an eyebrow raised.

"I couldn't ask for better care. I'll introduce you." I waived for him to come over but he was already following Martha into the kitchen.

- Paul

The party was in full swing when Martha motioned for me to meet her in a corner of the back yard. "Have you reconsidered my offer?" she asked, looking up at me with a fiery glare and smiling behind her glass.

"What can I say?" I said, trying to sound casual, "You drive a hard bargain."

"Good," she replied giving me a thorough dressing down and letting her gaze linger at my crotch. "Would you like to show me just how hard that bargain is?"

"Right now?"

"Sure, why not? Look around, everyone is busy having a good time and Lila won't miss you for a few minutes. Come on, let's go inside." She placed her glass on the stone wall behind her and took my hand. We were barely into the kitchen when Martha pressed me against the island and busied herself with my belt.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" I said, my dick leaping forward like a reflex.

"Not when I see something that I want," she purred while her hand slipped through my fly, discovering how hard I was. "And right now, I want this." And then my cock was in her mouth and I took a sharp breath as it slid to the back of her throat. She knew something about giving good head. Eyes closed, I let myself enjoy the way she worked her tongue up and down the sides, licking and teasing me in between taking it deep. I moaned and looked down at her while she looked back up with a sly smile on her glossy lips. Let's just say I was ready for more of what she was offering. If I'm honest, I wanted to fuck her as much as I had to fuck her. And I wanted to fuck her hard. But Martha thought that she was the pilot on this flight and I let her play the role, waiting for the moment when she would demand that I fill her with my cock. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. But then she rose to her feet and while still stroking me she whispered with gritty insistence, "Fuck me Paul. Fuck me now."

I whipped Martha around, causing her to grab the counter and lifted up her skirt to find that she wasn't wearing any panties. My fingers slid between her legs to caress her pussy for just a minute, making sure that she was nice and wet for me. I rolled myself into her, grabbing her hips and building up a nice rhythm as her ass slapped against my thighs. Like she told me, Martha wasn't a shy woman and the cries of pleasure coming from her were so loud that I had to place a hand over her mouth so no one outside would hear us. She turned her head to look at me and reached back to grab my ass, telling me to fuck her harder. Again I needed no encouragement and pressed my finger tips into her fleshy hips, moving in and out of her at top speed. She reached down to rub her clit while I was inside of her, and I could feel that she was almost there. A few more passes and she began to shudder on the counter as I thumped against her from behind.

Finally, I too could hold back no longer, and she went to her knees, one hand still on her clit, and took my cum squirting into her mouth. When I was finished, she wiped the last sticky drop from her lips and returned to kiss me. "There now," she said, "aren't you glad you changed your mind?" Before I could answer, a sound came from the doorway. Startled, we both turned abruptly to investigate. "What was that?" Martha asked.

"I don't know," I said, "But we'd better get back to the party before we're missed." 

- Lila

The party buzzed on as dinner wrapped up. The wait staff began to clear the plates and I knew what was soon to come next. Surely with the second glass of wine I'd had on top of my pain meds plus the sugar from my inevitable birthday cake would put me over the edge. I was flying high and feeling really good. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, including Paul and Martha who emerged from the kitchen ahead of my birthday cake. 

"Happy Birthday to you!" Martha began, leading everyone to join in as the waiters placed the lit cake in front of me.

I rolled my eyes playfully and nodded to the strained mélange of voices in their corny serenade. When they were done cheering and clapping I felt compelled to say a few words. "Thank you all for coming. Really, I am so touched to know how much you care about me." With my mind swirling a bit, I began to get a little choked up. "And I want to say that if it weren't for my dear friend Martha here and my wonderful care giver, Paul...Paul? Where are you, Paul?"

"I'm here Lila," he said signaling from the far end of the table.

"Paul, if it wasn't for you ... I would, I would ..." My emotions began to get the best of me.

"She would have been calling me over here day and night!" Martha joked to lighten the mood. Everyone chuckled, well in tune with my reputation for being demanding.

"Yes, yes ..." I agreed, smiling. "But what I want to say is that I am thankful for you Paul. Thank you for bringing me back from the brink." 

"Here, here!" someone said from the crowd and everyone raised their glasses.

"Now blow out those candles already before they melt all over the cake!" Martha said in her signature haughty way. 

I closed my eyes and made a wish, then blew out my candles in one breath. As is customary, I also cut the first piece. When I looked up again Paul was by my side. "I know you'll make it back to Wimbledon, Lila." His hand was on my shoulder as he whispered this in my ear.

"That's not what I wished for," I said placing my hand on top of his.

A small lick of his lips made me believe that he was fully aware of my secret request. "Well, Lila, I'm sure you will get what ever you have asked for," he said and stepped back to allow the waiter some room to remove the cake for serving.

It had been a wonderful evening, made even more delightful by the tingling buzz flooding my body. By the time the last guest had left I was floating. Or, at least it felt that way as Paul carried me up to bed. With my arms draped around his neck and my head resting on his shoulder, I dove deep into those pacific blue eyes of his. They were truly magnificent. His jaw, etched strongly from his face, was equally compelling and I watched those muscles clench from the effort of climbing the stairs while he held me. As he laid me down, I couldn't help myself. Instinctively, I kissed him, softly on the lips. He was startled and jumped back, staring at me for a moment. 

Just then Martha called from downstairs, "Paul? Can you help me for a minute?"

He went to the stairs and I could hear him tell her that he was getting me ready for bed. Then he closed the door and returned to me. Placing his hand on the side of my face, he slowly swept his lips over my forehead and grazed them down my cheek, nuzzling me with his nose and finishing on my mouth. Our kiss was full of sugar in its pure sweetness, ripe with the taste strawberries from my cake. My heart skipped as our tongues dotted each other's with short gentle strokes.

"Paul?" Martha's voice was nearer now and then a loud knock on the door. "Paul, I could really use a hand when you're finished."

"You better go help her," I murmured, dazed from the kiss and the wine. "She'll just keep at it until you do."

He sprung up from the bed. "I'll be right back," he said and swiftly walked out of the door.

I snuggled on top of my fluffy duvet and closed my eyes, dreamily savoring the feel of his mouth on mine. His kiss still lingered and I concentrated to keep it there. The deliciousness of it had me creeping my hand under my skirt and rubbing my clit. I was floating higher and higher on the sensation and anticipation of more. Soon I was imagining that I was on the ocean in a boat rocking softly back and forth. I twirled around and around on the boat, the sun beating down on me and the wind blowing through my hair. Spinning and spinning...I had fallen asleep.

Still, the sensations persisted in my dreams and they were filled with pleasure. Once in a while that night I woke myself from moaning and then eased back to sleep, dreaming that Paul was kissing and licking me all over. The kisses were so soft they felt like bubbles popping over my body, tickling me and making me crazy. From my finger tips and down my forearm he sucked and nibbled. Over my breasts, he bathed me in his saliva, licking my nipples with the tip of his tongue and making them hard as pebbles. He gently slurped at my skin as his tongued tapped over my torso and down to my belly button. Circling it with precision, he teased me further before slipping it into my soft tangle of hairs gathered at my core. His tongue was slow and focused in its intension, swirling around my clit and entering me with gentle pressure. I was loving every minute of it.

But then the dream took an unexpected turn. The kisses became bites and Paul's face turned monstrous. He was consuming me, ripping flesh from my body in chunks. I screamed out repeatedly and sat up in bed, sweating and shivering, my night shirt soaked and clinging to me.

"Lila!" Paul was rushing to my side. He'd turned on the light to see what was wrong.

"Oh God, Paul. I had such a nightmare," I said trying to pull the covers on top of me. They had been pushed to the bottom of the bed.

"It's okay," he said helping me get tucked in. "Lila, you're drenched. Let me get you another night shirt."

When he returned he motioned for me to raise my arms. "I don't even remember changing into this," I said a bit confused.

"You were already sleeping." Slipping me out of the sopping wet shirt, he asked, "Would it help to talk about it?"

I covered up my breasts, instinctively as he did so. "No, I just want to go back to sleep." My head was pounding.

He placed me into the clean nightie. Then he stoked my head a few times before leaning in close. "Well, good night then," he whispered.

Those strokes were becoming so familiar and comforting. "I knew I shouldn't have had any wine. That's probably why I'm having these wild dreams."

"No Lila, that was not smart."

"Paul? Did we kiss tonight?"

He paused for a moment. "Do you remember us kissing?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but I thought we kissed." Suddenly I wasn't sure.

"I could refresh your memory." He was leaning in close again and dragging his hand across my thigh.

"Oh my God Paul, I don't feel so good." My stomach was starting to lurch.

He let out a deep sigh and grabbed the garbage pail just in time for me to hurl into it. "This is what happens when you mix pain meds and alcohol," he scolded as I continued to empty my stomach into the pail. When I was finished he removed the offensive container and returned with some mouth wash and a wet cloth. "Feel better?"

"Yes," I grumbled and hunkered down under the sheets, falling asleep immediately.

- Paul

Taking the pail into the bathroom, I emptied its contents into the toilet and flushed it. Standing there, watching the water go down, I went over the night's events in my head.

Martha had insisted on "staying over to help clean up." Of course, I knew what she meant by that, but I'm sure that Lila was so high on her pain meds and wine, she didn't think twice about it. Besides, she had no reason to know there was anything going on between the two of us. And what was going on with Martha meant nothing to me, just a means to an end.

Lila on the other hand was becoming more captivating than ever. Carrying her up the stairs to her room, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, how far she had come. The feel of her head against my shoulder and the softness of her legs as I held her in my arms; it was enough to make me wish that I hadn't told Martha that it was alright that she stay.

As I lowered Lila into the bed, she leaned over, and kissed me. A soft, delicate kiss; but it was enough to set me on fire. It was a surprise, a good one. Just then, from downstairs, "Paul, can you help me for a minute?" 

Quickly, I went to the railing of the staircase. What I saw there was definitely not what I was expecting. Martha was stretched out at the foot of the stairs with one hand stashed under her skirt and the other curling a finger in a "come here and fuck me now" gesture. The woman simply could not get enough. Not wanting Lila to sense anything was wrong, I casually told Martha that I would be down as soon as I got Lila ready for bed. Back in the bedroom, I sat down next to Lila on the bed. My cock was very hard from the combination of Lila's kiss and the promise of Martha's tight pussy. But first I needed to feel her lips again, to kiss her properly. And I lost myself in that kiss for a moment, forgetting that Martha was waiting for me out in the stairwell, until she knocked on the door.

"Paul?" she said, rather insistently, "Paul, I could really use a hand when you're finished."

"You'd better go help her," Lila said, and I could tell that she was off to dreamland already. Meanwhile, Martha was making her way toward my bedroom, and when I got there, she was naked on the bed, rubbing her clit hard, sending herself on the way to a very intense orgasm. She was a lot of woman underneath the business suits she wore like a uniform. Sexy curves, milky skin -- she wasn't to be underestimated. The sight had my dick leaping forward.

She grabbed me by the waistband of my pants, pulled me on top of her and said, "Fuck me Paul. Fuck me now."

I didn't waste any time fulfilling her request. My pants slid off, followed very quickly by my boxers. She hooked her arm around my neck and bit my lip while I fucked her hard and fast, my cock diving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Every so often, she would stop me and thrust her pussy up towards me, grinding her clit against my bone with a wild growl. As she got closer to her next orgasm, she wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her nails into my back and letting out a scream that I was sure would wake Lila up. This was enough to make me finally release my seed. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, and remained inside her pulsating cunt for a moment longer. When I rolled to her side she went right for my cock and sucked the last of my cum from it, licking me clean.

"Mmmm," she said, coming back up to my lips and kissing me softly, "That was so very nice, I had to have it twice."

"Well, thank you," I said, "I'm glad I could accommodate."

Martha rose from the bed, and walked about the room gathering her clothes and putting them on.

"You're not staying?" I asked, trying to sound disappointed.

"Of course not Paul. I got want I wanted for now." She then leaned in closely, grabbing my cock while she did. "But that doesn't mean that I won't want more, later." Opening the door, she kissed me again, and left. Her cocky attitude made me slightly annoyed, but I knew that if I wanted to stay here, to be close to Lila, I had to play by Martha's rules.

After locking the door, I made my way back upstairs, wishing that the night could have turned out differently. As I passed by Lila's room, I thought that I heard something and thought that I had better check on her -- make sure she wasn't vomiting again or that she was in pain from her meds wearing off. Opening the door quietly, I was greeted by my second unexpected sight of the evening. Lila was lying on her bed, the night shirt I had helped her put on was up to her neck. The covers were pulled down and one hand massaged her clit whiled the other circled her nipple. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning something. I froze at her door and listened. "Paul ... oh, Paul ..."

My cock stiffened in my boxers yet again at the sight of her and the breathless sound of my name on her lips. She was calling for me and I just couldn't deny myself any longer. Once on the bed, I started to kiss her, licking down to her nipples and making them very hard. Next I tasted her belly button where I circled it, caressing the shallow recess. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I slid between her legs and bathed her clit with my tongue, savoring her wonderful juices.

But then, something went wrong. Lila started to scream. "NO!! NO!! DON'T!!" She thrashed around on the bed, her hands flailing in the air. It was all I could do to get myself out of her reach before she hit me in the face. Quickly, I grabbed my boxers out of my room and returned to hers. Lila's screams were getting louder.

"NO!!!! NO!!!!! OH GOD!!!! MY LEGS!!!!! I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!!!!!!!!"

When she said that, I stopped cold.

"HELP ME!! SOMEONE HELP MEE!!!!" She then sat straight up in the bed, breathing hard and looking around as I turned the light on.

"Lila!" I yelled, rushing to her side.

"Oh God, Paul. I had such a nightmare," she said, trying to pull the covers on top of her.

"It's okay," I'd said, helping her get tucked in.

The toilet reset itself and the sudden silence in the bathroom roused me from my thoughts. After setting the pail down, I headed back to my room. On the way, I passed Lila's, and looked in on her. She was sound asleep again. Closing the door, I continued down the hall, knowing there wasn't any time to waste. I had to finish what I'd started.

- Lila

The phone woke me from a dead slumber. I picked it up, as my eyes adjusted to the sun pouring in through my sheer drapes. 

"Hello?" My voice was like gravel.

"Lila! Sleepy head wake up. It's after 11:00 already." Martha's voice was clear and bright.

"I'm up now. Damn, I have a headache though.'' I struggled to sit upright, stretching out. "What's going on?'

"I called for two reasons. I wanted to know if you enjoyed your party, and I have amazing news."




Broken



"Of course I enjoyed myself, even though I shouldn't have had any wine. But forget about that, what's your news?" She had my full attention now.

"Well, Paul and I have a thing. I don't know what you would call it, but I think he really likes me." She was oozing excitement.

I was taken aback. "What are you talking about Martha?"

"Sweetie, I didn't want to tell you before because I wasn't sure if you would be okay with it. I know how you don't like complications. Besides, it's not like we planned this or anything. It's just that, well, he is so hot and such a great guy and we have this unbelievable attraction between us ..."

A flash ran through my body. Jealousy. "That's really inappropriate, Martha. What are we talking about here? Are you sleeping with him?" I was seething.

"You know, that's none of your business. Anyway, I thought you'd be happy for me." She paused a minute. "You are so used to being the center of attention Lila. We all have needs and lives that don't revolve around you."

"Martha, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." I disconnected and replaced the handset in its charger. Three words trailed through my mind. "What the fuck?"

I sat there in silence and disbelief, my arms folded in resistance to what she had told me. Truth was I had no reason to be upset. After all, Paul and I had no real ties. I kissed him last night in a drunken stupor, or at least I think I did. And It was definitely it was definitely possible that I had imagined the sexual energy between us. I probably conjured it, like my X-rated dreams about him, to make me feel better. He was really just my caregiver, nursing back to health a battered and bruised shell of the women I used to be. Martha deserved some happiness, didn't she? As my dearest friend and most loyal supporter, how could I deny her that? But I wanted him for myself anyway. When the knock came on my door I was burning with rage. Paul opened it, breakfast tray in hand.

"Good morning. I let you sleep, because you had such a rough night. Feeling better?" His smile was warm and sincere.

"Yeah, but I'm not hungry," I said defiantly. I hated how childish I sounded.

"Alright. Let me know when you feel like eating." He began to turn around and leave me to my sour mood.

"Paul, wait." I cleared my throat. "I know about you and Martha." I had to put it out there on the table; in the open.

Paul placed the tray on my dresser. "Lila, I don't know what to say ... she threw herself at me ... I ..." He was uncomfortable to say the least.

"Paul, you don't have to explain. It's none of my business what you do in your personal life." I was curt, my voice plucking at the words. "As long as it doesn't interfere with your duties, what matter is it to me?"

"My duties? Lila, I thought over these past months that I had become more than just your nurse."

A look of hurt crossed his face and stabbed me in the heart. Still, I couldn't stop my next remarks from springing off my tongue. "I don't know what gave you that impression. Last night I was drunk, so please don't get confused by what may or may not have happened," I said, referring to the sweet kiss I hoped had been real and not imagined. "I am not the least bit concerned about your new thing with Martha. In fact I think it's great. I hope the two of you have a great time." I bit my lip to stop the tear forming in the corner of my eye.

"Lila --" He pressed to say more.

"Really Paul, I'm not hungry so please take that away and I'll call you when I'm ready to get up." I reached for the remote control and dismissed him with the flick of my hand. I couldn't look at him any longer. Finally he left me and a few tears escaped my eyes. They were angry tears filled with the loss of an idea that I'd been toying with. I adored having Paul all to myself for the past two months. Now, how could I keep holding onto the fantasy knowing that he was with Martha? And Martha, I had to call her and apologize. She deserved my blessing.

"You know what?" she said when I called her back. "We should all go out for lunch." Martha had already accepted my apology when she made the suggestion.

"You two go without me. I'll be okay here for an hour or so." The lunch idea wasn't exactly winning me over.

"Lila, you haven't been out of that house except to see the doctor in months. It's time to rejoin the world. Your party last night was a good first step, but you need to keep at it. It's for your own good." 

Martha wasn't going to let it go and as usual she convinced me to do what she thought was best. "Oh geez Martha, you win. Come over in about an hour and we'll go. But I get to pick the restaurant." 

"Whatever you want sweetie," she agreed and we hung up.

I took a deep breath; really it was more of a sigh. Then, I called for Paul to help me get ready.

"Martha wants us to go out to lunch with her this afternoon. Can you get my purple knit jersey dress down from the closet?"

"Sure. Are you ready to get cleaned up?" he said, walking into my closet.

"Yes, but really Paul, I can do it. Just please help me into the bathroom."

He returned from my closet, dress in hand and a troubled look on his face. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure." Regretfully, I knew that I could no longer enjoy his hands on my body during my daily sponge bath.

He grumbled something and then methodically went about the necessary tasks. By the time Martha arrived I was ready and waiting for her in my living room. I watched as Paul answered the door and she planted kiss on his mouth. A pang darted through my stomach and I knew it would be the first of many that afternoon.

Paul placed me in the back seat of Martha's SUV and stowed my wheel chair. At my request, Martha drove us to a small trattoria on a side street downtown. I was not interested in large gawking crowds, not that anyone would have recognized me in my state. As I had hoped we were only one of two parties there.

"So Paul," Martha began once we were seated. "Tell us, where did you grow up?"

"Not far from here, a few counties north." His head was buried in the menu, though I thought I saw him roll his eyes. "What about yourself?" he asked Martha.

"I'm from Connecticut originally, but I've been a New Yorker since 89...." Martha was talking, but I could tell he wasn't listening. The subtlest of frowns knitted his brow. 

"Lila, I have always wanted to know what it was like to grow up the way you did," he said turning to me. "You know, traveling from one junior tournament to the next all over the country. That couldn't have been easy."

"Um, well no I guess not." I glanced at Martha who was fixing her eyes on me. "I never really had any roots, except with my dad."

"So you probably missed lots of things that other teenagers take for granted." He was leaning into me with interest.

"Actually I did miss my senior prom and I really didn't even have my first kiss until freshmen year in college." I flushed a little, embarrassed to admit this.

He smiled as if he thought it was cute. Martha on the other hand, was not amused. "Then the flood gates let loose, right Lila," she said, rather snidely; surely referring to the string of men I was linked to shortly after.

A familiar sensation swept me. It was the burn of competition, such a part of internal makeup that I simply couldn't ignore it. I tossed my head sideways, glancing at Martha before throwing a sassy smirk towards Paul. "Actually, I've never been one to let my talents go to waste."

Paul grinned and our server arrived to take our orders, breaking the brief tension in the air.

"Lila, don't you get your casts off soon?" Martha asked.

Paul answered for me, "Next week."

"I know that you'll be glad to get around and do more for yourself." She looked at Paul. "And we'll be able to spend a little more time getting to know one another."

"After she gets her casts off, she'll still have weeks of intense physical therapy. She'll be needing me as much as ever."

"Yeah, but not at night. It must be a little suffocating for you Lila. I know how independent you are and I'm sure you're looking forward to everything getting back to normal." Martha seemed to be pressing the issue.

The frown returned to Paul's face. "One day at a time," he said simply. I had to agree.

Before the dishes were cleared, Martha got a call and excused herself. "Lila, when we get back I want to talk to you," Paul said inching his hand to my finger tips placed on the table. I didn't yank them away.

"I want to talk to you too."

Apparently Martha was called into the office for a last minute meeting with an athlete she'd been trying to get under contract. She only had time to drop us off before heading downtown. I was only too happy to see her go. Paul made me comfortable on the sofa and sat down next to me. He was grinding his teeth, thinking of how to start.

"Let me go first," I said, sensing his unease. "What I said last night at the party Paul, I really meant it. If it weren't for you I don't know what condition I'd be in now. And, I don't just mean my body. I could have slipped into a major depression, but you wouldn't let me. You saved me, I know this." He nodded, waiting to hear more. "You have cared for me more like a friend and I've come to cherish that. I'm sorry for trying to make you think that I don't value you this morning, because I do." I looked into his eyes to detect a response. "Do you forgive me?"

"Of course."

"And I'm cool about you and Martha, really I am." I was trying to sound sincere. His smile was a bit sly. "I know, Martha told me that it was your idea that we hook up."

"What?" I was surprised, again.

"Last week, she told me that you thought that we'd be good together. She said that you loved playing match maker." His eyebrows were raised, professing ignorance to anything to the contrary.

"I didn't say that." I was getting angry, again.

"You don't think that Martha and I should hook up?"

"No, I mean yes ... I mean I never said that ..." I didn't know what to say.

"Martha told me how you feel about me. I know you think of me like a brother, and you thought it would be nice if I asked her out."

"But I don't!" I was visibly upset. "I don't think of you like a brother Paul." What the fuck was that bitch up to?

"I don't understand," he said, shaking his head, but a smirk played ever so lightly on his lips.

Grimacing, I stared into my lap. How dare she tell such a blatant lie, I thought. She can be controlling, but this was going too far. I was furious, but took a deep breath and spoke slowly to make myself explicitly clear. "I never said those things, Paul. The only reason I can think of as to why Martha would lie to you is because she's too shy to tell you her real feelings."

He leaned forward, penetrating me with his eyes. "Maybe it's you that's too shy."

He was right. "Me?"

"You," he whispered and placed a soft kiss on my mouth. "You," he said again and brushed his lips against my neck.

At last. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him onto me. He didn't hesitate and pressed his lips onto my chest. His hands rushed under my dress where they clasped my panties. With his mouth still on me, he tugged at them. When my casts proved to be an obstacle, he tore the lacey fabric away, and spread my legs. He rubbed two fingers over my clit and experienced how wet I was already. Looking at me he grinned and slid those fingers inside. Months of celibacy had me tight, almost virginal. Upon their entry, I let out a gasp. But Paul was gentle, as he smoothly rocked them in and out, slowly opening my door. All the while, he continued to kiss me on the neck and jaw. With my head thrown back I neared the point of no return. I needed him inside me.

I pulled at his pants and he swept my dress over my head. Now naked, except for my casts, I pressed myself against the back cushions of the sofa and he lifted my legs apart, supporting them under the knees. Then, he sank his cock deep inside of me.

He felt amazing, his sweet, swollen cock filling me up. His tempo was slow and his strokes were long, sending me out of my mind. Holding up my legs with a firm grip, he had me positioned at just the right angle to hit my g-spot. It was making me speechless; such a perfect sensation that my mouth simply hung open and my eyes rolled back until he ushered me into orgasm. The wanting moan leaking from my lips was low at first, and with each thrust it became louder. Soon I was screaming and retching while Paul was only getting started.

He scooped me up in his arms and flipped me on top of him. As I straddled his groin, he once again spread my legs wide and rolled his cock slowly into my pussy. Reaching around me he rubbed my clit, causing my body to shiver. He was whispering my name in my ear, over and over, and his rhythm increased in intensity. Then he grabbed my waist and while pounding me with the most delightful show of force, he swept my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it softly. 

It was not long before we were both exploding, our bodies united in a fusion of lust and passion. Together we erupted, and the strength of my orgasm had me flying. 

Exhausted, I remained limp in his arms. "That was great," I breathed.

"I always know just what you need," he said, and kissed me sweetly on the cheek.

"Right now I just need to curl up next to you and take a nap," I said, nuzzling the back my head into his neck.

"That sounds like a good idea." He carried me up to my room and we did exactly that.

- Paul

It was 3:32 am when the vibration woke me up. I heard it from across the room. Slowly, I undid myself from Lila's embrace and made my way quietly to answer it.

"Hey you," Martha crooned on the other end. "How's it going?"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that ... well, I missed you," she said.

"Missed me, did you?" I asked, trying not to show the sarcasm in my voice.

"Well, of course I did silly, why wouldn't I?"

"Things are different now."

"Really, how?" She wasn't trying to hide her sarcasm.

"Lila knows how I feel about her," I said.

"And when do you think she figured this out?"

"When we were in bed together." The phone clicked, and I knew that I had pissed Martha off. It was only a matter of time before she would try to make good on her threat. I couldn't let that happen.

I went back to bed and huddled up next to Lila. In the warmth of her closeness I slept like a man who had everything he ever wanted, wishing we could stay there forever. The next morning, we were both awakened by loud footsteps coming up the staircase.

"Lila?! Is that jerk in there with you?!" Martha's voice echoed off the walls, shrill and piercing.

"Shit!" Lila said, trying to find some clothes. "There are times when I wish she didn't have a key."

Jumping up to pull on my boxers and a t-shirt, I said, "I'll see what see wants," and slipped out the door. I met Martha at the top of the stairs. She was pissed alright and looked like she hadn't slept all night.

"LI. . ." she cut herself off when she saw me at the foot of the stairs. "Well, it's nice that you could take time away from fucking Lila to come out and see me."

"Why are you here Martha?" I asked, coming toward her.

"I'm here to tell Lila what I know," she said, trying to get around me.

"And," I said, grabbing her arm, "Just what the fuck do you think you know?"

"I finally put two and two together, and I know what you're up to. I've seen your type before. You look for rich, helpless women to take advantage of and then take them for everything they've got. And I'll tell you something you son-of-a bitch, you're not going to get away with it."

"Is that what you think Martha? Are you really so small and petty that you think it's Lila's money I'm after? But I guess you would think that, wouldn't you."

"Don't you dare try to -- " The realization hit her like a 200 mph ace, "Oh ... my ... God ..." She tried to get past me, jamming her forearm into my ribs. 

I pushed back. "Come on Martha. If you know what's good for you, you won't go into that room."

"No!" she said, "I won't let you do it --" Just then her foot slipped off the stair. She tried to regain her balance, but she missed the next step as well and fell straight back to the bottom.

The loud crash brought a scream from Lila's room, "PAUL!!!!!"

I yelled back, "Call 911!!! NOW!!!!"

While Lila dialed, I ran down to see how badly Martha was injured. Kneeling over her crumpled body, I felt for a pulse and found one. She was still alive. Lila was beside herself, she crawled out of her bedroom to try to see what had happened. It was all I could do to keep her away from the staircase. I couldn't let her see Martha like that, the shock would have been too great. It didn't take long for the paramedics to come, and the police arrived shortly after. They questioned me, and I told them what happened. Eventually, they would find no reason to suspect that the fall had been anything other than an accident.

A few days later, Lila's casts came off. You should have seen the smile on her face when she was finally able to bend and flex those beautiful long legs of hers. They were sexier than I had remembered, and we celebrated by having a night long marathon of sex. It felt so good to have those long legs wrapped around my body while my cock was buried inside her. She still couldn't walk far without a cane, but that didn't stop her from loving that she could use her legs in bed. She had me massage and caress them when we started to have sex. It would turn her on like almost nothing else.

One night, as we were warming up, she asked me to carry her into the bathroom. We were already naked, so I picked her up and carried her in. And with her direction, I placed her in the shower. I kept both my hands around her waist while she got the water running. My cock was right against her ass while she did this making me harder by the minute. When she finally found the right temperature, she turned around and started to kiss me, the water running over us, warm and delicate. 

Then, Lila went to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. It was so damn erotic to see her there, taking me inside her lips, with the water making her hair wet and her eyes closed against the drops. Not wanting to be the only one enjoying myself, I quickly shifted the situation and pressed Lila against the wall, draping her legs over my shoulders while I licked her pussy. The water flowed over her body and streamed past her clit as I was licking it. The two sensations combined to produce a powerful orgasm as her legs locked around my head; delivery me a sweet spurt to the back of my mouth.

She through her head back and grinned ear to ear. Then, still holding on to her, I scooped her legs into my arms and held them apart, pressing her against the shower wall. I slid my cock inside of her and started a very slow rhythm, letting the water flow over both of us. Lila leaned forward to kiss me, and I closed my eyes, pretending that we were caught in a warm, summer shower. My hands held her legs up while my mouth went to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles as my cock went deeper inside of her. She arched her back against the wall and brought her arms around me, holding on tight. I started to go faster and I could feel my orgasm rising from within. Then finally, I exhaled and I came deep inside of her; her body attached to mine and her pussy clamped around my cock, draining me of every drop. Gently, I released her legs and, we held each other there under the water for a long while; connecting on a level that tugged on my soul.

It was then that I heard her speak the words, "I love you Paul."

"Lila ... I ..."

"No," she said, "It's ok ... I understand."

"No Lila ... I mean ... I love you too."





Broken



We were wrapped up in our own world and I was falling for her harder with every passing moment. The night found us once again in a perpetual tangle of legs and arms, reaffirming our connection through the contact of our skin. Though neither of us wanted to leave the comfort of the bed the next morning, it was her first day of physical therapy, and I didn't want her to be late. 

Lila's appointments were at the hospital; the same hospital where Martha had been admitted. We tried to see her, but the staff said that she didn't want to let us in. It occurred to us to tell the desk nurse that we were family and she finally let us know that Martha was recovering well, and that she would be released soon. But Lila's calls were never returned and weeks went by with no word. In the meantime, Lila's therapy was going very well. She took to it like everything else in her life, with determination. The therapists were impressed with her progress, and commented on how they'd never seen anyone drive themselves so hard to get better. I knew why Lila was doing it though; she wanted to make a comeback. A triumphant comeback, to show everyone who had ever doubted her that she was more than just "The Ball Girl" -- that she was someone who had been through hell and back and could still make it to the top. And she was doing it for one more reason. Martha. She had been the only one who stood by Lila, the only one who believed in her. And now, she wouldn't even talk to her, the result of what Lila believed was a silly argument over me. If she only knew the truth ...

Lila's physical therapy was scheduled every other day. On the days that Lila didn't have physical therapy, we would sleep in until noon after making love all night. It was pretty obvious that I had transitioned from being Lila's nurse to being her lover. But, Lila wasn't completely out of the woods yet, and I still had a job to do. And it was my pleasure to develop a unique "alternative therapy" to coincide with the physical therapy that Lila was getting. 

She was coming back into the bedroom after getting out of the shower. As she came into the room with a towel around her, I was putting the finishing touches on the new apparatus. I got the idea from watching Pilates and purchased two long strips of stretchable fabric, then tied padded cuffs to the end of each one. Next, I attached them to the wall through a screw eye at the head of Lila's bed, and tested them to make sure they would hold.

When she came into the room, Lila started to laugh and asked me, "Paul, what the hell are you doing?"

Laughing myself, I said, "Hey, don't make fun. I'm supposed to still be your 'nurse', remember?"

Still laughing, she said, "Well, okay. But, how is this supposed to help?"

"Just come over here," I said, "and I'll show you."

She dropped her towel and walked slowly over to the bed. It was such a wonderful sight to see her walking again, even if it was just for a short trip to the bed. Her legs were starting to get back their tone and strength, and it wouldn't be long before they returned to their original glory. When she lied down, I raised both of her legs up and attached each of the cuffs to her ankles. "Now," I told her, "try to put one leg down."

She did so, and found that when she did, the strap would provide resistance. It would allow her to lay her leg flat on the bed, but not without some effort.

"Well, this is pretty inventive, if I must say Paul," she said, flashing that sly smile of hers at me.

I shrugged modestly and moved toward her. Grabbing her legs suddenly, I raised them so that they were pointing to the ceiling. "Okay I said, "let's see how long you can keep them at the same height." And I proceeded to start licking her pussy.

She kept them steady for only a few minutes before I could feel one of them coming down. The resistance from the strap made it difficult to get them even again and my tongue on her clit made it impossible for her to care. Next, I started to slide myself into her, and showed her how she could keep one leg up while working on putting the other leg down. She noticed that when she did this, she not only exercised her leg, but more importantly changed the way my cock stroked her pussy. So, I would hold onto one leg, while she brought the other leg down. Before long, she was getting the hang of it and was doing quite well; gasping in combination of exertion and pleasure and beckoning me to spread my seed all over her stomach.

I took her legs out of the cuffs and brought them back down. "Now that," she said, "is what I call a great workout."

"See?" I said, "Who needs a gym?"

Lila was about to give a snarky answer when there was a knock at the door. "Now, who could that be?" she wondered aloud.

"I don't know," I said, getting up and putting some clothes on, "I'll go and check." The knock came again as I made my way down the stairs. "Just a minute!!" I opened the door to find a policeman standing there.

"Paul Alexander?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm Paul Alexander officer. What can I do for you?" It was then that I noticed Martha standing next to him on crutches.

"If you don't mind," he said, "I'd like to ask you some questions."

- Lila

Since I wasn't expecting anyone, I was curious to see who was at the door. Still grinning about the fun little therapy game Paul had concocted for that morning, I wriggled into my robe and slowly stepped into the hall. From the top of the stairs I could hear Martha's voice. My grin turned into a full on smile as I started down to greet her. I was so happy that she had stopped by; my dear friend. I had been worried sick about her and so unhappy about how things had been left between us. Gingerly, I navigated my way down the stairs and Martha's voice became clearer. I was at the landing when I heard her say, "I told you that you wouldn't get away with this, Paul!"

And then came a man's voice, "Ms. Stone, I know you are upset, but like I told you at the police station, I am just here to ask Mr. Alexander a few questions, for now."

Police station? I grew concerned. "Martha?" I called out as I entered the foyer and tightened my robe. "What's this about?"

She stepped around the two men and grabbed me into an embrace. "Lila honey, You've got to get this man out of your house, today!" she was breathless and wild looking.

"Martha, what are you talking about? When did you get out of the hospital, I've been worried to death? How come you wouldn't let me see you?" I was full of questions, but Martha was shaking her head furiously.

"Listen to me, Lila. You have to kick him out! He's a liar and he's not who he says he is!" She was gripping my arms, with a desperate look in her eyes that sent a chill down my spine. I glanced over at Paul, who gave me a confused shrug.

"M'am" the officer interrupted. "Is this your residence?"

"Yes," I said, still trying to understand what was going on.

"Do you know this man as Paul Alexander?" he asked.

"Yes, Officer."

"Will you show me some ID?" he turned to Paul, who nodded and said that his wallet was in his room. He quickly jogged up the steps to retrieve it. 

I turned toward Martha. "What the hell do you mean he's not who he says he is?"

She finally released me, and her expression was ice cold. "Lila he's manipulated this whole thing. I called the agency that he's supposed to be working for. The only Paul Alexander they employ is assigned to a terminally ill man named Fred Hamilton about 100 miles from here. Then I went to the police and got a copy of the snap shot the traffic light took when you were hit. Lila, it's him!" She handed me the grainy photo. "He's the one that ran you over and left you for dead!"

She was speaking so fast, it was had for me to digest it all. I concentrated on the dark figure behind the wheel of the car. Really, it was just a blurry silhouette. When I looked up, Paul was stepping back into the foyer with his driver's license extended towards the officer. He looked at me and reflected my dismay in his brow.

"Thank you." the officer said as he inspected it. He jotted down the number and returned it to him. "Do you own a car, Mr. Alexander?"

"No sir, not right now." Paul placed his ID back in his wallet and stepped closer to me.

"Where were you on August 29th at 8:05 PM?" he asked.

"I was at home. I heard about Lila's accident that night on the local news." He put his arm around me. Instinctively, I stepped away.

"Is the address on your license current?"

"Yes, when I'm there. I'm mostly on jobs."

"Were you alone?" He handed him back his ID.

"Yes, but I had a few phone calls. And I suppose I probably ordered take out."

The officer looked closely at me. "Ms. Stevens, is this man a welcome guest in your home?"

I looked at Paul and then at Martha, and then at Paul again. He reached for my hand and gazed back at me with his blue eyes narrowed in concern. I loved this man who had taken such gentle care of me and made me whole again, this man who had made amazing love to me and showed me unbelievable pleasure. And then there was Martha, who had been acting so irrational lately, so jealous and competitive. She had lied to Paul about how I felt about him, could she be lying now? Could she be delusional -- upset that I was not under her thumb anymore? Could she be trying to take away the one thing she didn't control in my life? I turned to the officer. "He's my boyfriend," I said simply, "of course he's welcome here."

Martha's mouth fell open. "Lila, no! He's a maniac. He pushed me down the stairs!" She tore over to Paul and beat him on the chest. "Tell her you asshole! Tell her!"

The officer pulled her away from him. "Ms. Stone, that's enough. I'm finished here, it's time to go."

He turned to me one more time and produced a business card. "If you would like to add anything Ms. Stevens, don't hesitate to call."

Paul reached for the door, I spied him fix a stare onto Martha that was unmistakable; pure venom. Martha was still looking over her shoulder at me as the door closed; that same wild, desperate look in her eyes.

Alone now, Paul reached his arms around me in a tight embrace. "That was really weird," he said, squeezing me close.

"What's gotten into Martha?" I asked rhetorically, incredulous about the visit.

He kissed me on the forehead. "You know, I think she is adjusting to the changes in your life. She's used to having you all to herself."

"But to say those terrible things about you? Of course you work for the agency. I send them a check every week. They would have said something by now." I was rationalizing it for myself.

"Lila, we should get away for the weekend, let Martha cool down. You can work things out with her when we get back." He stroked my head, letting his fingers linger in my hair.

"Maybe you're right. She'll probably come by again and I'm really not feeling up to hearing anymore of her bullshit." 

"I know I'm right. We can go up-state. My family has a cottage in the mountains, it will be perfect." He was grinning from ear to ear.

I agreed. A change of scenery sounded nice and it would give me a chance to think about my future with Martha. I had a business relationship with her that needed to be considered as well.

"Great. I'll help you get packed. If we leave by 3:00 we can get there before dark." He was already jogging back up the stairs.

We rolled up the long gravel driveway just as the last of the sun was disappearing behind the trees. It was beautiful there. A salt box colonial sat on a field of sedge grass, dotted with day lilies. The paint was a bit worn and the porch was leaning some, but the rustic nature of this small country home was undeniably quaint.

"This place has been in my family for three generations," he said as he jiggled the key in the lock. Once inside I took in more of the nostalgia. Neatly preserved antiques made up most of the decor. Someone had indeed cared much about this home, and it felt very warm and cozy. I flopped onto the sofa while Paul brought our baggage and groceries inside. When he was finished I patted the seat cushion between my legs. "Now, let me take care of you a bit," I said lifting off his shirt and massaging his neck and shoulders. "The long drive has made you tight."

"I can think of another way for you to relax me," he said placing my hand on his groin.

How I adored making him feel good. And after the messy drama from earlier that day, I just wanted him to know how much I appreciated and loved him. He sat on the coffee table in front of me and I made haste with opening his fly. He was not quite hard yet, his cock pliable in my hand. I licked at the sides from base to tip, watching closely as it began to grow. He was smiling down on me, caressing my cheek and brushing my hair from my face so he could watch as well. I toyed at the head with my tongue, slurping at it and kissing it softly, all the while enjoying his sighs and coos. Then, at last I took him in deep to the back of my throat. He was firm now, and his grip on the coffee table tightened as did his grasp of my hair. He pressed my head onto him and thrust his hips forward. As always, I was up to the challenge and kept pace with him, looking up and enjoying the expression of pleasure written on his face. He came, in a slow stream onto my lips. Then, with his thumb, glossed them up and smiled again, before leaning into my ear.

"Don't you ever doubt who you belong with," he whispered.

"I won't," I responded softly, only I wished I could be sure.

That night over dinner Paul entertained me with stories about he and his cousins' trickery and games during many summers at this cottage. He seemed to always be the ring leader among them, getting into all kinds of trouble. It occurred to me that I had never really asked him about his family.

"So Paul, what about your parents? Where do they live?" I asked, finishing up the last of my pasta.

"My parents are both dead," he said rather flatly. "I was raised by my Grandfather."

"I'm sorry. I guess we have that in common. No parents, I mean." I started to ask how they died so young, but he was already clearing the table and throwing me vibes that he was not up to discussing it. I decided to help him instead. 

"No, no. You sit. I'll take care of this," he protested.

"I'm perfectly capable of helping you do the dishes. What kind of house guest would I be if I didn't?" I grabbed his ass. "You can repay me later."

"Alright, I'll wash and you dry." He agreed and I lightened the mood with some chatter about the football game we planned to watch that evening.

Everyone is always a bit clumsy in some one else's kitchen, and I was no exception. Though Paul had told me where the silverware goes, I mistakenly opened the drawer across the room where it is kept in my house. Inside was a stack of mail addressed to Fred Hamilton. Confusion and fright flashed through me as I remember that it was the name of the person Martha said Paul was really assigned to. Softly I closed the drawer and grabbed another towel resting on the counter.

"This one is soaked," I said innocently. Then, wanting to excuse myself to call Martha, I told him that I needed to use the bathroom. As I turned to leave, I saw him look at the drawer and then back at me. I looked at the drawer myself, and saw a corner of an envelope sticking out. I looked back at him and turned quickly on my heel, trying not to appear hasty.

Once in the bathroom I plucked my phone from my pocket, only to discover that there was no signal. Then a knock. "Lila, is everything alright?"

"Oh, just fine. I'll be out in a minute." I had to think. Should I ask him about Fred Hamilton? I wasn't sure what to do. Then it hit me. On the front door, I had admired it coming in; there was a beautifully carved H. Fred Hamilton could be his grandfather. 

Did Paul know that Martha had spoken his name to me that morning? I was trying to remember. He had been getting his wallet when she did. Did he overhear? I began to believe that Martha had been right about him all along. I just needed to get back home.

"Come on Lila, you'll miss the kick-off. What are you doing in there?"

I opened the door and sauntered over to the table where he had placed the car keys. "I thought that I would take in some of that country air out on the porch, why don't you open another bottle of wine and I'll be back in a few minutes." I casually glanced at the table but the car keys weren't there.

"You're not going anywhere," he said in a light hearted tone, but the glint in his eye told of a more serious intention as he patted the seat next to him on the couch. "I want you right here with me all weekend."

"I just want to relax in that rocking chair. Open the wine and you can join me." I hoped that would give me enough time to try for a signal outside. I had to call Martha.

He hesitated, and then nodded in agreement, before heading back into the kitchen. I hustled outside, hobbling off the porch and into the darkness to find a place where my phone would display a few bars. 

"Hello?" Martha's voice was dry as a bone.

"Oh, thank God!" I had to be quick. "Martha, you were right. Something is screwy with Paul. I'm at his grandfather's house up north. I'm going to text you the address. I need you to come and get me. Please hurry!"

"Send me the address. I'm on my way. Just don't let him know you're on to him." She paused a moment. "Be careful sweetie."

I hung up and sent the text. It was pitch black outside and hard to know if I entered everything correctly. As I began to dial her again to make sure she'd received it, Paul stepped in front of me and grabbed the phone. I jumped back with a gasp.

"Paul, you scared me." I didn't know what he had heard.

"Lila, I love you. You know that don't you?"

"Yes. Of course I do," I said casually, turning to head back to the house.

"I've always loved you," he continued, grabbing my arm.

"Its chilly out here, lets go inside." I tried to shake free of his grasp.

"Lila, I know you called Martha and she's probably on her way up here right now."

A fresh shot of adrenaline exploded through me. "What, what are you talking about?" I was stalling, trying to figure out an escape.

"I knew you were coming out here to try to call her. I can't keep you if you don't want to be mine. I know this." His clutch loosened and my arm fell out of his hand. Then he continued, "I also know that you saw the mail in the drawer. Lila it's not what you think."

"Then tell me Paul, if that's you name. Tell me just what the hell is going on here!"

"I didn't run you over like that crazy bitch keeps insisting!" he said sounding equally as frustrated. When I jumped again at his elevated tone, he lowered his voice. "Let me start from the beginning. I have been a fan of yours since we were both teenagers. Its corny I know, but I worked part-time at the club you used to belong to with your dad. You were so intense and dedicated to tennis that you didn't even notice me hanging around after work to watch you practice. My cousin used to kid me all the time about how sprung I was over a girl I didn't even know. Well, I never grew out of that crush, and when my cousin Jason started working for your accountant, he would get off by making me jealous with all the time he got to spend with you.

"Jason is your cousin?" I repeated, trying to follow it all and remembering the cute young assistant who used to get me coffee anytime I visited their office. "He doesn't work there anymore does he?"

"No, he was conveniently fired when he went to his boss about the anomalies in your taxes. They said that they were downsizing, but he knew it was because he had discovered that Martha was taking a lot more than 10% of your earnings as agreed in her contract."

"Martha? Stealing from me? I don't believe you." This was all too much.




Broken



Maybe she cracked. Maybe she just could not pretend anymore. Maybe she had grown weak. Maybe she had actually grown strong. 

It was not like she had a bad life or anything. Actually, her life was pretty blessed. But what it boiled down to was that inside, she craved something very different than what she had chosen many years before. After all, what does a 17 year old girl know about herself, about her body or about life in general? She had made a good choice though. A good young man who loved her and worked hard to support her and their little family. Through the years and the growing family, her husband grew stressed. He changed, as did she of course. The fun and carefree boy grew into a very uptight and tired man. 

She had grown into a loving mother and wife. This is not a bad thing but as many women do, they stop considering their own needs and focus only on everyone else. Eventually, she grows bitter even though perhaps this was her very own doing. This particular night, all of that bitterness in combination with an especially rough day and a nasty argument with her husband, she found herself driving out of town on the freeway. 

She pulled over after about an hour of just driving with the radio blaring. She had shut her phone off before she had even pulled out of the driveway. She found it odd that for some reason, she had not cried. She could not cry. She turned her phone back on, 7 missed calls. 4 voice mails and 2 text messages. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to him. She took a second to text him letting him know she was safe and that she did not plan on contacting him for a day or two. Then she sat there starring at her phone. Rubbing it with her thumb. She could see the smear appear and fade on the shinny pink phone. Her heart was racing and she could feel her stomach turn. 

After a few long minutes, she dug through her purse taking out her wallet. She pulled out a check book log, something her hubby knew she never used although he tried for years to get her to use. She flipped through the pages, then finally saw the lightly written numbers. No dashes, no name, just numbers. She opened her phone and entered the number. Send.

"Hello." He answers.

"Hello Daddy." She replied after a brief pause. 

"Princess?" 

"Yes."

"Umm.. Everything OK?" He asked.

"I am about an hour away from your town." She answered.

"You are coming here? Alone?" 

"Yes Sir." She replied. "Is that alright?"

He chuckled a little, "Yes Princess. Of course. You call me when you are closer and I will direct you to me. Be safe."

"Yes Daddy."

She closed the phone and took a deep breath. She had promised herself that she would never make that call. Broken promise.

She turned her phone off again and continued on her journey. She forgot to even turn the radio back up as obviously her mind was consumed with what she had just done, and the not knowing of what she would be doing in an hour or so. The ride passed very quickly. She called him back and he talked her through the drive until she pulled up in front of his house. She just sat there for a few minutes feeling sick. She shut the phone off again and gathered herself. She approached his front door and he opened it before she could even knock. 

"You understand what this means correct?" He quizzed.

"Yes Daddy." 

He extended his hand to her and she gave him her trembling hand. He walked her through the living room and down the hall. Her knees weak as she trailed behind him. He brought her into a fairly well lit bedroom. She stood still when he stopped and turned around looking at her. He took her purse from her and set it on the floor. He then approached her and began to unbutton her blouse. She watched his fingers work each button with care. She was amazed by how calm he seemed. His silence made her even more nervous than she already was. Finally her shirt was fully opened and he moved behind her to remove it from her shoulders and arms. She felt his warm hands on the clasp of her bra. Within a split second she felt the weight of her breasts set free. She instinctively brought her arms up, crossing them to keep her bra from falling. 

"Can we please lower the lights Daddy?" She requested. 

"No."

He came back around the front and pulled her bra from her. She did not have a perfect

body nor was it close to being so. Although it mattered much to her, it could not have mattered less to him. He walked away from her for a minute but quickly his attention was back on her. He gently took her right arm and she could feel him tying something soft, perhaps a silk around her wrist. Her left hand dangling at her side, he then took it and tied it firmly to the other behind her back. She was almost dizzy with disbelief. She had known that she would never experience him, yet there she was.  

He came around in front of her and looked her in the eyes.

"You need me?"

"Yes Sir." She managed to say.

"Are you positive?"

"Yes Sir, I am positive."

With that he reached out, wrapping his fingers into the hair on the lower back of her head. He pulled her into him and kissed her deep and hard. Her knees almost buckled. As quickly as he pulled her into him, he pulled himself away. What a delicious kiss. He turned and reached for something on the dresser. She could not see what is was at first and even when she did see, she was not sure what it was. It did not take long until she learned exactly what it was. 

"We have talked about these before. They are nipple clamps. I think it is a good idea for you to experience them tonight."

"Yes, of course."

First he rubbed her breasts and leaned down to suck and bite them. She could not believe how hard her nipples hard become! When she had imagined these on, she always thought that she would be able to handle the pain very well. After all she had nursed both of her children so she felt that they were tough enough for anything. He grew rougher with her breasts now, not allowing for any internal thought. His hands full of her breasts and occasional firm pinches of the nipple forced her to give him her full attention. He felt that she was ready and started with the right nipple. With his left hand, he held her breast up and slowly attached the clasp to her nipple. Immediately her body grew hot as the pain grew more and more intense. He gave her little time to recover as he quickly moved to the left nipple. There was nothing attached to them, just two simple clasps with a very strong pinch. He stepped back to inspect his work, then smiled. 

He reached up her skirt and yanked at her panties. She spread her legs slightly to assist him. They dropped to her feet and she could feel the warm wet trail now created on her inner thighs for the moisture on her panties. 

"Slip your shoes off and step out of your panties."

She did as she was told.

"Come to me" He ordered.

With her nipples still burning, she carefully walked to him.

"You know Princess, you have made me wait years for this. Do you think that I am very happy that you have put me off all this time?"

"I am sorry Sir. No, I do not think that you were happy about it." She honestly answered.

"You know me better than most anyone. You knew what you were getting into by coming here. Correct?"

She looked to the floor as tears filled her eyes, "Yes Daddy."

He took out two small weights and attached one to each nipple. Small as they were, she fully felt the effects. She was right before when she thought that her nipples could handle it but still, it certainly was painful and he was observing and taking notes in his head of everything. 

He knew that she had no real time experience and that he would be her teacher. He flicked a weight with his finger and watched her body jerk and her face scrunch up. Oh how that made his cock twitch.

"Kneel." He calmly whispered.

She knelt at his feet, just like she had dreamed of many, many times. 

He left his t-shirt on and went directly for the strings on his navy blue and green plaid pajama pants. He pulled them down exposing his very erect cock. It sprung out immediately, standing at full attention. And attention was what she would be paying it. He stepped towards her and began to rub the wet little hole upon her face. She knew better than to do anything that she was not told to. Any other girl would have opened her mouth to show him that she was ready. She knew however that it did not matter at all if she was ready or not. He would tell her when she was ready, and then, only then would she part those hungry lips for that cock. She also knew to look up at him, but now that she was face to... well face to cock, she had forgotten due to nerves. He used his hard cock to smack her face hard, demanding her to look at him. Immediately she looked up at him. In a way, she wanted to close her eyes because it would be much easier for her to escape the reality of where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing. It was not that she did not want to be where she was or with who she was with. She was doing something she never thought she would really do. Cheat. 

Looking up into his eyes, it was very real that she was actually doing this. Her wrists bound, her nipples clamped, her face sparkling with pre-cum as she kneeled on the floor of "his" house. 

"Open."

She parted her lips for him. He traced around her lips, applying a shimmering gloss. He did not smile when he looked at her which surprised her. She really thought that he would be so happy that she finally had called that number. That she had finally made herself available. The look on his face made her think back over the past 3 years. Her mind searched through at warp speed. Memories of times she had talked back, done things he did not approve of. He never had really gave her any orders but she should have known and trusted that he had her best interests in mind and often times she would throw his words of wisdom away and go about making pretty shitty decisions. He was not into online role playing like many men were. He made it clear from the get go that he liked her, enjoyed her mind and was interested in real time experiences. 

Although she had known, or thought she knew, that they would never meet and no real time relationship would take place, they had created a relationship that neither of them had wanted to dismiss. Their relationship was a bit like a roller coaster mostly because she struggled with her guilt. Often times she would pull away because she would feel herself thinking about him too much. She did not want to fall in love and besides.. how could she fall in love with someone she typed to 95% of the time??? 

The head now passed through her eager lips and she tasted him. She had wondered if all men tasted alike. He actually did taste different. She wanted to get a better taste so she sucked hard trying to get more. This was not what he had in mind. He began to slowly pump her mouth. One hand on top of her head. With each move she could feel the weights swing which tugged hard on her now very tender nipples. She knew he would not continue on so gently and could only imagine the pain to come. She was right. He increased his speed but now he held a handful of her hair in his left hand and moved her back and forth on his cock. It was very difficult to look up and him now as the pain was what she was focusing on. 

"Eyes on me!" He reminded.

She looked up again.

"Good girl." 

Oh how she was soaking wet. Everything except for the clamps seemed like the day-dreams she had had over and over throughout the years. Her eyes up on his face even though he did not always look down at her. Sometimes his head was tilted back as if looking at the ceiling, sometimes his eyes were closed, sometimes he stared straight ahead but she loved it most when his eyes met hers. 

He pushed into her mouth deeper and deeper. She was a little afraid that she would gag. It was not that he was huge or much larger than her husband but he was thicker and forceful. As she felt him pressing towards her throat she closed her eyes tight which he would not have minded however she kept them closed for at least a minute. SMACK! He laid his hand down hard across her left breast. She let out a muffled scream as her DD's shook about. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes filled with tears. She looked incredibly sad which to him, was incredibly sexy. He loved how weak and helpless she looked down there with her mouth full of his cock. She tried very hard to gather herself and not cry. 

"I said, eyes on me!" 

She nodded.

He filled both hands with her hair now and held her still as he began to pump her face. He instructed her to try to relax her throat. She tried very hard but it seemed impossible. Once he felt her nose buried into his lower abdomen, he held her there tight. His balls felt her chin pressing against them firmly. Tears streamed down her cheeks now. He pulled her off and she fell slightly to the side off of her knees, gasping for air, He quickly grabbed her by the hair again and immediately shoved himself deep into her throat again, holding her in place. He pushed her off once more, still she gasped for air. There was nothing she could do about the absolute mess she was. Spit ran down the corners of mouth and chin. Her breasts were saturated with her own saliva. She looked up at him and without even knowing, gave him quite the dirty look. He grabbed her around her throat and tilted her head up to him as he moved his face closer to hers. 

"I have always been honest with you Princess. You knew full well what you came here for. You want to go home now?"

"No Sir." She said as she held back her tears. 

"Then do not ever look at me like that again." He said as he pushed her back. 

The name Princess came about because she came across as very spoiled, used to getting her way. Funny thing was that was what she hated. She never felt challenged. Deep down she had expected him to treat her with "kid gloves". She should have known. As he had reminder her, he was very up front and honest with her. He had told her things that he would want to do to her if he were ever given the opportunity. And here it was. 

His hands took her hair once again and he piled deep into her throat again. This time simply fucking it. Sometimes slow and deep, other times faster and more shallow. Often times he would pull out of her and just look at her sitting there with her mouth ready, open wide waiting for him to feed her his cock. He wished he could take a picture of her. To him, she was so beautiful, especially this way. This vision actually pushed him overboard. He quickly shoved himself back into her mouth and pounded her feverishly then held her head against him again and deep in her throat is where he finally unloaded. She felt his muscles contract and jerk about. He grunted loudly which was amazing. He was hunched over her head, leaning a bit on her. She was surprised that she could barely taste his cum because he was so deep. She could feel his body start to relax and she was eager to see his face now. Would he be smiling now? Would he take those fucking clamps off? Would he send her home? 

He pulled out of her mouth and positioned himself on the edge of the bed. He laid back on the bed and she could not see his face. She sat there watching his stomach rise and fall as he caught his breath. 

After a few minutes, he called her to him. She was a bit weak but managed to get up. She stood in front of him. He reached up and untied her. Then one at a time he carefully removed the clamps from her breasts. Immediately she pressed on her nipples in hopes of soothing the pain. He pulled her hands away and rubbed them for her. Surprisingly, it did help and even when he put a nipple in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, it felt amazing. 

"Go into the bathroom and clean up Hun."

She shook her hands out and grabbed her clothes up off of the floor.

"You won't be needing those anytime soon. Leave them." 

"Yes Daddy." She said as she dropped them back down. 

She shut the door and went to the bathroom. Then she started the shower and waited for it to heat up. As she stood there waiting, she decided to snoop a bit. She opened the medicine cabinet carefully as to not make any noise and then the cabinet under the sink. There was nothing interesting or out of the ordinary. The shower was steaming, it was ready. 

Once out of the shower, she towel dried her hair and wrapped herself in a towel. Daddy was not on the bed or in the bedroom anymore. 

"Daddy?" She called out. 

"Out here." She heard from the front of the house.

He was back in his t-shirt and pajama bottoms sitting on the couch. He held up a glass of ice water to her, She walked over to him, took it and thanked him. She just stood there waiting. He chuckled a little and told her she was allowed to sit, as he patted beside him. She sat down and watched the news with him. He did not say a word, nor did she. After the news was over, he took her to a different bedroom, the master bedroom. He told her to get comfy and that he would join her soon. He disappeared down the hall. He returned shortly and crawled into bed with her. He rolled her onto her side and he laid behind her wrapping his arm around her. She did not want to lay there. She knew her mind would start up and that the guilt would over ride her so she tried with all her might to replay all that had just happened in her head. After a few minutes, she felt his hand begin to rub her breasts. They were still very tender but she loved feeling him touch her. 

"Did you find anything interesting in my bathroom cabinets?" He whispered.

"Ummm."

He pinched her nipple very hard. 

She let out a cry and quickly replied, "No Daddy! I am sorry!"

He rubbed it again then reached for the other nipple, pinching that one equally as hard.

"Don't fuck this up Princess."

Holding back the tears she assured him that she would not. 

Then pinch let up and his hand began to travel down her tummy. Instantly her body began to tingle all over. His hand reached her mound which was neatly trimmed but not completely shaved. He moved to her thigh and pushed it to show her that he wanted her legs open. She did as he wanted. His fingers slid down her pussy which she was sure was already saturated. Starting at the top, he pressed his finger between her slit and slowly ran it downward towards her needy hole. 

He felt the stream running from her cave, "Oh my Princess!" 

She closed her eyes tight and was grateful that he was behind her. This way she did not have to look him in the eyes as he discovered how needy she was. Like he did not already know! His finger swirled around in her juices. She was dying to have him enter her but of course it was not that easy. He played in her wetness with a huge smile on his face. She had told him before that she did not think it was normal how wet she got. He'd always assured it that it was normal but he did think in his head that she was amazingly soaked so soon! Soon he had finger painted all over her pussy and could easily glide about her slit. He would grab onto her mound with a good grip, he just wanted to squeeze her but he held back. Her body seemed to move without thought to his every touch. 

He rolled her onto her back as he remained on his side. She kept her face turned towards the wall. His fingers again toying with her entrance, he felt her lift her hips as if trying to steal his fingers away inside of her. She amused him greatly. He could not remember when he had smiled so much. 

He put his mouth to her ear, "What's the matter Princess? Do you need something?"

"Mmmhmm." She moaned.

"Do tell!" He teased.

"Daddy please!" She whimpered.

"What is it?" 

"Please!" As she pushed her hips towards his hand. 

"Princess, if you want something, the only way you are going to get it is to ask me." 




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"Ugh!" she groaned. "Please go inside." She whispered.

"I'm sorry Princess, I did not hear you. Can you say that again?"

She rolled her eyes and hit the bed with her left hand.

"Do you think a fucking fit will get you what you want??" He inquired.

"No!" She pouted. 

"Please put your finger in me." She finally requested. 

"I will think about it." He teased.

He pulled her close to him, his ear to her mouth, and slowly slid his fingers deep inside. Her breath was hot and she had held her breath when she realized he was going to do so, then she let out a big sigh of relief. It was like a drug fix. A high. Perfection. He began to slowly move his fingers in and out and her hips worked with him. He was sure to tilt his fingers up searching for her little magic button. He knew instantly when she gripped him tight not only with her arms and legs, but her inner muscles, that he had found it. She was not even aware of her moans but he certainly was. He listened intently to her. It was like when he tuned his guitar. She was telling him so much without saying a single word. Maybe it was because he was a musician that he could tell her moans of delight from her moans of disappointment. She was incredibly vocal and this would only reward her. Soon he began to play with her. He liked when he took her up high, then dropped her down to deprive her from her much needed orgasm. But it was what she needed. It is what she came to him for and he knew it. She needed him to take her to many places she had never gone to and chances are, where she would never go again. His fingers deep inside of her, stroking her and now his thumb pressing hard on her clit. It was really getting to be too much for her. He kissed her deeply and she returned his kiss as if she were starved. Her arm around his neck holding him tight she begged in his ear for him to let her cum.

"Please make me cum!" 

She sounded so desperate. He wanted to tell her no but he also wanted her to experience this. 

"Just one." He whispered back.

With that, his hand went to work. He focused internally as that he felt she resisted less. She seemed to pull back or try to push his hand away from her clit when he had gone to work there. He found that odd but would deal with that later. So he continued to play her like the instrument she had become. He brought her nice and high quickly. He could feel her body grow extremely intense. Her grip on him once again grew. She would bare down, holding her breath, squeezing tightly as if she were trying to prevent his departure which she had no reason to fear. He was not going anywhere. She was so very close but grew scared. She had never cum for anyone and panic struck. She tried to push away but he held her tight. 

"Trust me. Just trust me." He said as he continued on.

It was within seconds that he felt her body begin to shake through her flexed muscles. He was relentless, as was her orgasm. She finally did not worry about a thing. She couldn't. Her walls clamped down on is fingers and contracted over and over. Her body arched and twisted. Her body was hot and now covered in sweat. The shaking morphed into a few last uncontrolled jerks before finally her body let up. He his fingers remained buried inside of her but free of any movement. He just wanted to feel what her body's reaction was for as long as possible. He was so incredibly happy but also worried about her now. He was afraid to even pull back and look at her. He knew her history and her fears of having an orgasm with anyone. For him to have given this to her, and not her husband was going to be brutal and he knew it. They laid still. Her breathing was returning to normal now, with the exception of slight panting. He did not think she was crying which was good. He delicately withdrew his fingers. Drenched does not begin to explain them. They had even grown shriveled! He finally decided to check on her. 

"How are you girl?" He inquired.

"Amazing Daddy. Thank you." 

His cock was throbbing but he was not sure if he wanted to take her right then or give her time to recover. He wanted to make love to her that night. He wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her, kiss her. He knew that he had to reset his mind. He understood that if she had wanted to be held and kissed gently, she could have stayed at home. He laid there for a little while and thought back to the conversations they had had over the past 3 years. After all, her hidden dark side was what brought them together. Her good side was what kept them far apart. 

To be continued? Perhaps. I welcome feedback. I can not improve without it!



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"Strip."

His voice leaves no room for discussion, sadly. I glower in half-pout half-shame as I remove my top and bra, pausing briefly as I get to the skirt. Not only am I pointedly aware that I am naked underneath, but I hate being naked, and most of all, I hate him knowing I hate it and making me do it anyway. The top is fine - large, proud breasts jutting out, a reasonable-looking prettily made-up face... I can cope with that if I just sit up straight. But the stomach, the stretchmarks, the thighs... oh god please, please don't make me do this...

"Faster, slut. Don't make me wait."

My eyes fall to the floor. I begin to slowly wriggle out of my skirt, hating myself and, in this moment, hating him too.

CRACK.

Apparently I'm not wriggling quick enough, as I am knocked to the floor with a blinding pain in my cheekbone where his open palm makes contact with my eye socket. Surroundings phase in and out as I swear and clutch my throbbing face.

"I. Said. Faster."

I free myself from the skirt and throw it, not exactly at him, but not exactly submissively either. He makes a sharp intake of breath, rather like a car mechanic who's just seen a skatty female with a old banger come in for its first ever service. I kneel back up, naked, and wait with lowered head and closed eyes. This is going to hurt.

There is silence. Eerie, horrible silence, broken only by the rasping of my own breath trying not to betray my fear. After what feels like hours, I register a sharp pain as his fist finds my hair, yanking my face up to look at him.

"Bitch. That was dumb, wasn't it." he spits. "Open your fucking eyes... LOOK at me. That was dumb, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

He pulls my hair harder... "Yes SIR, yes Sir... that was dumb, Sir..."

His other hand grips my cheek, pushing where his slap landed earlier. I whimper. He smears his hand across my face, spreading the meticulously applied make-up down my cheeks. My resolve weakens. Another slap - he releases my hair as his hand cracks into my cheek - the same cheek - so that my body can be limply flung to the ground with the force behind his blow. The first tear falls. Bollocks. And I was doing so well...

He stands up, leaving me a crumpled mess on the floor. I hear him muttering but can only make out the odd phrase as he rifles through his bag... "fucking useless"... "pathetic little whore"... "every FUCKING time"...

I am scared. He approaches again, and pulls me to my knees by my hair. He's holding a gag, my most hated one, with the O ring that causes me to dribble and drool all over myself no matter what I do. I loathe it. Bastard. He attaches it and kicks my thighs, hard, until they're as far apart as they can get. He reaches for his marker pen, and scrawls 'cunt' across my chest. He thrusts a hand between my legs, and predictably but to my eternal shame, finds me soaking wet. He smirks.

"Horny little bitch."

I lower my head again, I can't bear to even look at him. Unfortunately gravity works against me as the first line of saliva drips down through my open mouth and pools on the floor in front of me. I close my eyes in embarrassment - I want to make it all go away.

"Oh no, we're not quite ready for you to zone out just yet..." he sneers, and I see his feet walk away from me. I hear him move something... I look up and, to my horror, see him maneuvering the free-standing full-length mirror - MY full length mirror - towards me. He can't be serious...

I look down, scrunch my eyes up, I am not this strong. I can't do this. I actually feel sick. He positions it in front of me, though I am still refusing to look. He stands it up, and moves to sit on the bed behind me.

"Look."

I refuse. I can't, he must know I can't.

"I. Said. Look."

Again I refuse, although I know it's futile. He leans down, places a hand deliberately around my throat, and gruffly whispers obscenities into my ear about how wet I am, how he can see my cunt glistening for him, how my cheek is already starting to bruise, how much of a pathetic little whore I look kneeling like this for him, dribbling all over myself and my floor, what a filthy little cunt I am... he squeezes on my throat, not tightly, but enough to make me feel light-headed as the blood begins to struggle to reach my brain. Fuck. I can't do this. Fuck. Fuck.

Suddenly I erupt in a fit of panic and desperately try to tell him I can't do this, it has to stop, it's too much, but the gag negates any real sentences and all that comes out are terrified sobs.

"I'm going to remove the gag - I do so love hearing you beg. You are not to try to wipe yourself clean, do you understand?"

I nod emphatically and his hand releases my throat - I gasp for air despite not having realised I was short of breath. True to his word, he removes the gag. True to mine, I return to my head-lowered status without trying to wipe the drool from my face, breasts, and thighs. His hand returns to my throat, this time with no such softness. I immediately begin to choke.

"Look, cunt. Just look at yourself."

My survival instinct kicks in as I realise he will not release my throat until I either look, or pass out. Gingerly I tilt my head up.

"Good girl." he coos. I very, very slowly, open my eyes. He releases my neck and sits back, satisfied. In a cheerful voice, he continues: "Now. Tell me what you see."

Resolve strengthens in my anger - I hate him so much for this that it becomes easy. I will do this, I will get it all over and done with, and then I will leave. I won't ever have to do this shit again. Fuck this. Fuck him. How dare he not know where my boundaries are? How dare he push me further than I'm safe to go? Bastard. I see the anger in my eyes, as does he. I see him smile slowly over my shoulder.

"What. Do. You. See."

I explode.

"I see a fat, ugly, weak and pathetic mess. I see someone who's about as alluring as a stuffed pig. I see a grotesque, revolting woman who will die alone because she's too fucking fat and ugly to ever be loved."

I break. The anger, the words, the hate - not for him I realise, but for myself - all comes flooding out as I throw insults punctuated only by desperately unhappy tears at myself. At the end of my tirade I collapse, without permission, and curl myself into a ball facing away from the dreaded mirror, and sob huge guttural sobs that threaten to actually make me vomit. My entire body shakes with emotion - rage, blind hatred, loathing, anger, sadness... it's all there, being cried out as I ball up on the floor determined never ever to let anyone anywhere near me again.

And then he's by my side. He touches my shoulder softly and I shrug him off, moving away from him, his touch repulsing me as though it were electric. Unphased by this and, frankly, having none of it, he abandons the softly-softly approach and scoops me into his arms, holding me close to his chest as I continue to sob and retch, my fists clenched, still trying to get him the fuck off me, my strength weakening by the second. After a few minutes, I've stopped fighting it all together, and am nestled into him just sobbing, finally taking comfort from his strong arms. He holds me and just lets me cry until I am exhausted. The tears abate, and he sits me up.

"Come." he gestures.

He moves me and I assume we're going to the bed, but he stops by the mirror. I balk. No. Fucking. Way...

"Trust me, Beautiful. Trust me."

Fuck it. I am too broken to argue. I will never, ever recover from this. What more harm can he do? I kneel and face the mirror. He kneels behind me, legs either side of mine, and holds me close, his head resting on my shoulder.

"You know what I see? I see a beautiful, amazing girl, made all the more special and unique by her submission to me. I see strength the likes of which I've never seen in anyone else. You think I could have done this with just anyone? You're the strongest person I know, and if it kills me, I AM going to make you see yourself the way that I do. It kills me that you have no idea how beautiful you are."

I turn myself around and collapse into him as he cradles me, pulling me closer and closer to him. The abated tears now return with a vengeance, but this time springing from a different source - this one is neither destructive nor angry. He smooths my hair and shushes me, telling me I'm his little girl, that he's got me, that it's all okay. He says I'm a big brave girl - HIS big brave girl - and that he's so proud of me and always will be. He tells me that this is why he loves me.

I look up at him, and he smiles. He lays me down and I notice he's hard - how can he be hard? This has got to be the most unsexy thing in the world - and as he brushes his fingers down my sides I shiver involuntarily. His eyes are locked on mine, reading every thought, seeing every sign, as he lowers his hand and my breathing deepens, chest rising and falling obviously. There is no more need for words - he wants me and, as always, is going to fucking-well have me whether I want him to or not. 

Except, I always want him to. I can't help wanting him to. Even when I hate him with every fibre of my being and I am going to leave him because he clearly doesn't know me and isn't capable of loving me and pushes me too far and... yes, even in those times, I still desperately want him. My mind will argue but my body - my abused, battered, terminally-honest body - will always speak the truth. 

His fingers flutter over my thighs and between my legs and find me once again (and, he would say 'predictably') drenched. Eyes still locked, I see him smirk.

"Dirty little bitch." he delights, and for the first time that evening I smile, almost proudly. He fucks me brutally yet briefly with his hand before bringing it up to our faces and demanding I clean him. He sees the blush spread from my face to my chest as I do so without hesitation. I am broken still, but safe this time, and happy, and oh god I so desperately need him inside of me. And just like that, he is. Fucking me slowly, deliberately, as he moves a hand up and strokes my bruised cheek tenderly, before resting it on my throat.

"Mine." he growls.

The room moves in and out of focus as he fucks and chokes me, playing with my most basic of functions as I writhe and squirm beneath him. I whimper in complete abandonment of any feeling that isn't this, just this. I know I'm close, I can't lie still and I'm whimpering and aching to come. There is no teasing tonight.

"Come, my little whore" he whispers, and squeezes my throat tighter as I convulse around him, my body shaking in stomach-clenching orgasm. He continues to fuck me until I am utterly spent and on another plane entirely, before pulling out and ejaculating onto my face and into my open, pleading mouth. He looks down and smiles at me, pulls me tightly into him once more, and tells me once again that I am his.

And marked with his cum, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I really do feel beautiful.



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Many thanks to my wonderful editor Eternity_Tigress for her fantastic work on this.
Be warned, this is a very slow start with a lot of scene setting but please bear with me!

Introduction

'Where am I? Who am I? What am I?'

It was dark, really dark. In fact, it seemed to the being that wandered around this place that someone had gone out of their way to make it as dark as possible. The blackness that surrounded it had a man-made feel that was worse than the simple absence of light.

'What is my name?'

The being shook itself, this was no way to think; now was not the time. There was so much it had to try and remember, there was no time to start getting descriptive over what type of dark it found itself in!

'Everything has a name, what is my name?'

From up ahead, a small glimmer of light appeared. No more than three or four candles worth but it seemed so bright in this dark place. The creature stopped and stared for a while, trying to make out the shapes that were behind the light. 

'Light means people, people have names.'

As it headed towards the light, the thing heard a sound. The shape behind the light was making noise. It crept closer to the pool of light, confident that its dark, striped coat would keep it camouflaged and safe. 

Looking up, the creature inspected the figure that was in the light. Human, female, it decided.

'How did I know that?'

The human was leaning against a tall pole with its hands behind it and making small whimpering noises. It had something covering its face, a hood. It was black, there were no eye holes. The human couldn't see...was it food? Why was it leaning there and making a noise, surely it would know that this place was not safe for it?

The smell of blood reached the creature's nose and it growled softly. The human gasped at the noise and sagged against the pole. Why hadn't it run? Another inspection revealed that the human was tied to the pole. Tied to a post and bleeding, here? In this place? This was the creatures place; the darkness here belonged to it. Why was this human here? 

There was only one conclusion, it was bait. If the creature came into the light it would be trapped. Surely, whoever had left this human here would come back. They would need to keep the bait alive, if they knew enough to get here then they would know that only live meat would feed the creature and so they would have to come back to feed the human.

When they did, they would be in for a surprise; the creature would be waiting for them. It did not like being made a fool of.

Chapter One

Antonia woke. It was dark and something heavy pressed down on her legs. She could hear muddled noises and remembered that she had been playing in the living room while her parents had watched TV. There'd been a bang....

"Oh my God! There's a kid in here!"

"Jesus, get her out, get her out!"

A light appeared and the heavy thing on her leg moved. A man appeared. Toni looked at him and then wondered why a fireman was in her house.

"It's ok sweetie, we're here, we're going to get you out"

Toni nodded. She was sleepy and firemen were good guys. She'd go to sleep now and Mummy and Daddy would be there when she woke up to tell her why the fireman had been in her house.

A flash of burning pain shot through her leg and she screamed! She opened her eyes to see the fireman was pulling her outside. Why was he pulling her? It was bedtime, why were they going outside? Looking around, Toni saw two piles of clothes on the floor. They were Mummy and Daddy's clothes and that was just silly. Toni stared at them as she was moved onto a stretcher. The longer she stared, the less she thought they were clothes...there was a strange out-line to them that you just didn't get from clothes on the floor.

"Mummy? Daddy?" Toni called out. Where did the fire man go? Who are these new people? She thought, aware suddenly that she was not alone with the fireman anymore.

The people stood around her exchanged glances; finally someone spoke. 

"Your parents aren't very well honey, there was a bit of an accident and we have to take you all to hospital"

That was all Toni remembered of that night. The next thing she remembered was sitting in a wheelchair at the grave of her parents. Her legs were both in casts and her Grandmother had bought her a new dress. It was a pretty dress but it was black. Toni didn't like black, but Grandma had said it was a sad day. They had to send Mummy and Daddy to Heaven and they wouldn't see them anymore.

Toni wanted to go to Heaven with them, but she was too little and Grandma was so sad. She had to stay to stop grandma from being sad. Toni was sad too but she had a special friend. A big, black cat came into her dreams every night to look after her. The cat had told her that things would be ok and that she would look after her whenever she needed help.

Eighteen years later, standing at the grave of her Grandmother, the twenty three year old Toni didn't have time to think about dreams of panthers. She had lost the person who had been both mother and father to her for most of her life. Now she had decisions to make and paperwork to sort through and an empty space inside her as she realised that she was alone.



Broken



Lisa dropped her daughter off at her father's. She doubled checked her reflection in his bathroom mirror. She frowned at what she saw there. Even though she was technically a dress size smaller than she had been when she got married ten years ago, she had become hypercritical of her appearance. It was a side effect of a very bad and sexually unfulfilling marriage. She sighed as she sucked in her tummy, what she considered her worst feature. 

Maybe she should just cancel this evening. It might be for the best, she thought. After all, what were the actual chances of thirty-nine year old divorcee and single mother finding happiness? Wasn't it more likely that she would get by lightening? Or was it die in a plane crash? Either way, it did not bode well for this first date in a dozen years.

She was broken. Totally, completely and irrevocably broken. Her spirit. Her self-esteem. Her very womanhood had taken such a severe beating from her marriage that Lisa was without hope. Why should this night be any different? What hope did she have?

"Hey, could you hurry up in there? April needs to use the potty and it's not like you're going to get any thinner the more you stare in the mirror. Or have you become one of those crazy chicks that take laxatives to lose weight?" 

Her ex-husband's voice on the other side of the door jumped started her, but not for the reasons he wanted. She had spent the past almost two years since the divorce celibate. Hell, she had not even gone on a single date. If she cancelled now, he would win again. And Lisa was tired of letting his hurtful words rule her life. She had done that throughout their marriage, going from a sexually confident woman to someone petrified of intimacy. But no more.

She opened the door and bent down to kiss her delightful seven year old daughter. "You have fun with daddy, sweetheart. Mommy will see you tomorrow." She squared her shoulders as her daughter closed the bathroom door. "Please don't bring her home before five tomorrow. I have a date and might be out late."

His lips curved up in a sardonic grin, "Oh, really? Who is the poor bastard? Anyone I know?"

He did in fact know her date, knew him very well, but Lisa was not about to share that information with him. "It does not concern you. Enjoy your time with April," she said over her shoulder as she left his house. 

The drive to Tim's house was less than a mile, but it seemed to take hours as Lisa's conviction bounced back and forth like a ping pong ball. 'Go for it.' 'He's your ex's best friend.' 'You can't let him control your life forever.' 'How do you know this isn't some sick practical joke that the two of them have cooked up?' Those and litany of dozens of other random thoughts flitted through her brain like a deformed butterfly. 

By the time, she pulled her car into the driveway behind Tim's pick-up truck she was trembling. She sat there for a couple more minutes, the ongoing battle waging still in her confused head. She was just about to turn the key and drive away, when he knocked on the driver's side window. 

"Hey, are you getting out? Or should I join you in there? It's been years since I made out in the back seat of a car, but I'm game if you are," he smiled. 

Tim was the exact opposite of her ex-husband. At forty-two, he still had an almost boyish charm as opposed to her ex's overwhelming bad boy persona. His red hair and freckles only enhanced the appearance. But it was his easy laughter that had always appealed most to Lisa. 

As her marriage began to crumble about her after the birth of her daughter, Tim had become her friend, more than her husband's. But it was more than just friendship. She found herself falling for him. If she were completely honest, only her strict religious upbringing and strong moral convictions had kept her from having an affair with him. But now, there was no reason not to indulge herself. To see where this thing might take her. Might take them.

"So what's it gonna be, Lisa? Nice steak dinner in my back yard? Or making out like a couple of teenagers in your car? You know it won't even be dark for another couple of hours? You wanna give the neighbors a free show?" he teased.

She shook her head nervously and took the key from the ignition. "Don't think my ego is up to that one," she mumbled as she got out.

"What did jerk face say this time?" he asked as he brushed a kiss on her cheek.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it," she followed him up the walkway and through the gate to his backyard. 

Being single had some advantages she thought as she looked at the hot tub that sat to one side of his patio and the bar on the other. Even with two incomes, they had never been able to afford those kind of luxuries on a cop's salary. 

Tim walked over to the bar and took a couple of moments pouring several different liquors into the blender. She watched as he added ice, orange juice and some red liquid. A couple of whirs of the machine and he was pouring the slushy looking drink into huge glasses. He brought her one and took a smaller one for himself. 

"I'm gonna get you drunk and take advantage of my best friend's girl," he smiled. "I always thought it would be cool if just once the geek stole the girl from the jock."

She laughed as she brought the glass to her lips. At first it tasted overpoweringly sweet, exactly like the strawberry slushy that April favored, but after a moment the burn hit your throat and she realized this was no kiddies' drink. "Wow, this thing has a kick."

"It's okay. I'm not going to let you drink and drive. No worries," He said taking a small sip of his own before walking over and opening the lid of his grill. "The coals are just perfect. You take your steak well done, right Lisa?" he asked as he put two pieces of meat on the metal rack over the flames. 

Lisa nodded as she took another large swig of her drink. This time it did not burn as much going down so she took another and another. By the time her steak was done, she had finished the whole glass. She was giggling at everything that he said as he led her to the bar. He sat the plate of steak and salad in front of her as he began to refill the blender once more. 

"You were being honest when you said you were going to get me drunk and seduce me, weren't you?" she giggles as she brought that first piece of meat to her lips. 

"Why the hell not?" he asked over the whir of the blender. "I've been trying everything else for the past five years. If it takes liquor for me to get in your panties, I'm not too proud to do whatever it takes," he said as he poured more of the slushy into her empty glass. 

She raised her fork as a piece of meat fell from it tines, "You know this shit, ain't half bad?"

"What shit?" he asked. "The steak? The zombie? Or me?"

She giggled, "All of the above actually. What's a zombie?"

"Your drink. That's its name. A zombie."

"Because it makes you feel like the walking day the next day is my guess."

He laughed as he bit into his steak. "So do you object to me getting you drunk and seducing you?"

She frowned for a moment as she considered his question or as much as she could considering the fuzziness that clouded her brain. "But will you respect me tomorrow?"

"Probably not, but will you respect me anymore?" he teased as emptied the last of the blender contents into her glass.

"I don't know. That depends," she said as she finished off her steak and took another drink of her zombie.

"Depends on what?"

"If you're a good fuck or not."

He laughed, "Wouldn't any fuck be good after two years without cock?"

"Well, if you're this big," she said holding up her little finger, "then maybe more disappointed than anything."

He laughed and stepped back from behind the bar, "Want to see what you been missing all these years, baby?"

Lisa realized as she nodded her head just how drunk she really was. She would have never ventured such a thing had she been sober. Her eyes widened as her friend unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them back enough that his half hard cock sprang free. "Hell, have you thought about being in porn?" she giggled.

"Want to make one tonight?" he said as he stroked it. 

Lisa stared at it as it thickened and lengthened in his hand. "Can I touch it?"

His rich, deep laughter echoed around the patio, "If you had any idea, how long I have waited for those words? Dreamt about them. Fuck, yeah, you can touch it. Suck it. Fuck it. Do just about anything you want to to it."

She stumbled around the bar to stand in front of him. Her eyes never left his hardening cock as she dropped to the hard concrete in front of the man that had been her husband's friend and colleague. She reached up slowly as if it were a snake that might reach out and bite her. She laughed at the thought. 

"What?" he asked. "You know it is not usually good news when a woman laughs at your hard cock."

She snickered again, "No, it isn't that. I was thinking it was like a big old snake and was worried it might bite me."

He moaned and leaned back as he pushed his hips closer to her face. "No, but he's got some powerful venom that you can suck out." 

She tried to wrap her hand about it, but could not. In the end, Tim lifted her other hand and wrapped them both about it, using his own to guide them in just the right rhythm to bring him closer to the brink. She leaned forward, rubbing it against her cheek, until a trail of pre-cum glistened along her skin. She turned her head and stuck out her tongue, licking another drop from his slit. She rolled it across her teeth, savoring the flavor. It was tart and salty, but sweeter than any other man's that she had tasted. 

"Yummy," she whispered as she opened her mouth wider, trying to fit the head inside of it. Tim groaned and began to pump his hips against her face. He used his other hand to guide her head just as he did with her hand. 

"God, Lisa, you know how long I have dreamt of you sucking my cock like this?"

She shook her head from side to side and his cock popped from her mouth only to have her gobble it back up, drawing another tortured moan from his belly. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you."

She moaned around the head of his cock and he took the opportunity to slip deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. He pulled back with a whimper. "Do they make condoms big enough for that thing?" she asked, half seriously.

He reached down and pulled a small foil packet from the pocket of his jeans with a smile, "A magnum, my fair lady."

She giggled, "Just like with champagne."

He tore open the package with his teeth and pushed her aside to begin rolling it down his hard shaft, "Fuck, I should have waited," he cursed. 

She shook her head, "Why would you wait?"

"To return the favor, baby. Eat your sweet pussy and get you nice and wet for my python," he kidded.

She stood up slowly and lifted her dress. As she suspected a spot glistened on her black satin thong underwear. "I don't think you need to worry about that," she winked as she pushed them down to reveal her bare mound. 

"Turn around and grab the bar," he said in a gruff voice.

"Yes, officer," she giggled as she obeyed. "Am I supposed to spread them too?"

"Fuck yeah, you naughty little whore," Lisa was shocked that rather than offend her his dirty words caused another flood of liquid to coat the walls of her womanhood. 

She felt one hand lace through her hair, tugging her head back. Then she felt the other, guiding the broad head of his cock back and forth along her slit, spreading her fluids, lubricating and easing his way. "Want to feel what my night stick can do?" he whispered against her ear.

She nodded and trembled, gripping tighter to the bar. Then she did. She felt the burning spread as it speared into her. "Fuck," she spat as she tried to force air through her lungs. 

He stopped with just the head of his cock locked tightly inside of her. "This isn't going to work."

Lisa whimpered and shook her head as she felt him begin to withdraw, but she was not having any of it. She pushed backed against him, taking another couple of inches inside as she cried out, "No, you can't stop now."

"You're right. I can't stop now," he groaned through gritted teeth as he began to saw gently back and forth. 

It took him a good five minutes or more to get another inch inside of her, but by then Lisa was hanging on the brink, edging higher towards a powerful orgasm. She gripped the bar until her knuckles shone white and with a burst of energy from she knew not where she pushed back with all her might. She screamed as she felt it slide deep inside of her. 

It was the oddest combination of intense pain and intense pleasure that she had ever experienced, but it sent her flying over the edge of that cliff. Her back arched, her head thrown back as she hung suspended, free falling, careening out of control. The whole world shook and trembled as he moved inside of her. One arm wrapped about her waist as he pounded into her, the other hand still entwined in her hair, pulling her head back. 

Then she felt something else. A warm wetness spreading inside of her belly as he jerked and cursed behind her. Her drunk brain tried to process it all. Something was not right. But her body was having none of it, moving against his, pumping and grinding to meet each erratic thrust as her orgasm rolled on and on. 

She collapsed against the solid wood of the bar, his weight trapping her there. "Fuck," he swore into her ear. "The condom broke."

It was the first thing that he had said that night that was not funny to Lisa. 



Broken







Broken



"Hey Sutton, lets hurry up and get done. I'm starving and Ted's is calling my name." Ted's was this little place just down the road that was open 24 hours. It was our tradition to go eat there on the weekends after our shift. 

"Yeah me too. Come help me back here when you finish the floor. I have hundreds of cups I need to wash."

Around 3:00 a.m. I pulled into my driveway. Thank God I was home. Today was rough. I immediately headed to my bathroom. I stripped and stepped into the almost scolding hot water. I let the water wash today away. I almost thought of bringing my knife, but a flash of green eyes in my head made me think otherwise. As I stood under the water, the only thing I could think of was Jace. For once I let my mind wander. What would it feel like to have his hands on me. Touching me. His lips on mine. Kissing me and making me forget everything. I moaned as I ran my hand over my breasts. He would play with them. Lick and suck my nipples until I couldn't take anymore. Begging him to touch me where I desperately needed it. I moved my other hand between my thighs and felt my own wetness. I started to circle my clitoris. He would move his tongue there. Licking me, bringing me to the edge, only to back off. I started moaning louder as my hand mimicked his tongue. Finally after begging, he would enter me. He slowly at first. Coming almost all the way out and pushing back in. I needed it harder. He would pull out, then slam into me, causing me to scream out as the sweet feeling of pleasure mixed with pain shot through my body. He sped up, his thrusts hard and fast. Daring me to ask him to go harder. I was lost in the pleasure. All I could do was moan and let it take over. I climaxed, hard. I was brought back to reality as I held myself up in the shower. I tried to control my breathing and waiting for the guilt and feeling of worthlessness to come. I toweled off and put on a tank top and a pair of boy shorts and crawled into bed. Those feelings never came. And for the first time in two and a half years, I slept in peace with the help from a knife.





Broken



I had to laugh. Chelsea had never ever lost hope in me. She knew about the few guys I dated. But always after I ran. Me telling her about a guy before hand was a big deal, to her. 

"He is just some super hot guy that came into the bar a few days ago. I can't stop thinking about him. I probably won't see him again though. But he made me think. And I want to be happy."

"Well I hope you find this guy! Because if he can make you feel this way on two days, I want to know what you will be like if you date him. Or better yet, sleep with him!"

"Slut. I have to go to work. But I love you."

"Love you too! See you tomorrow at 10!" Honestly, I couldn't wait.

Work that night flew by. I showered and headed off to bed with an alarm set early. Tomorrow was like my "I've decided to rejoin the world" day, so I decided to really look good. 





Broken



"Sutton. Please look at me."

I waited until she opened her eyes. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. I sat next to her and leaned in to kiss her neck. 

"I never want you to tell me who your ex was. I'll kill him." I said quietly as I trailed kisses down her neck to her collar bone. 

"You aren't disgusted? You still think I'm pretty?" I looked up at her. Her eye were full of fear and disbelief. 

I lowered my face to the mass of scars on her hip. There were so many. I kissed them. She moaned. Then I lifted her left leg up and put it on my shoulder. I started to trace each thick scar with my tongue. This caused her to arch her back and whimper. 

"Of course I still think you are beautiful. Every scar, every freckle, every part of you."

I continued to trace the marks on her leg. She grabbed my face and pulled me back up to her. She just looked into my eyes for a brief moment before she pulled me into a kiss that had years worth of emotion in it. I felt all her pain, he sadness, her shame, her love, and her happiness in this kiss. It was overwhelming. She pulled away and whispered in my ear. 

"Please make me forget, Make love to me."

I leaned back in a stared to kiss her. Deeply and slowly at first, trying to convey my love for her. But soon sheer desire and lust took over and the kiss grew into an intense, hungry, urgent one. I moved down to kiss her throat and collarbone. She turned her head to the side giving me access. I lifted her up just enough for me to slide my hand underneath her and unhook her bra. I made my way down to her breasts.. This time, unlike the bathroom, I would take me time. Her breasts fit perfectly into my hand. I will never get over how well we fit together. I liked and nipped and sucked until she was crying out for more. I knew what she needed. I pulled away and began to pull her panties down. She arched her back just enough for me to get them past her hips. I took them off, but decided to leave her shoes on. Somehow during all of this managed to get my shirt off. I stood up and slowly undid my belt and zipper. Then I took my shoes off. Then my pants, and finally my boxers. She just stared at me with bright lust filled aqua eyes. I moved back over her and reclaimed her mouth. I trailed my hand down slowly over her breasts, down her torso, down her thigh and back up. She moaned in frustration and arched her back, pressing her chest into mine. I did this two more times before I finally gave her what she wanted. The final time instead of coming back up, I cupped her sex, feeling how wet she was. I slowly started to circle her clitoris. Her breathing started to increase and she became louder. 

"Please. More Jace. I need more."

I slipped a finger inside of her, slowly pushing in and out, then I added another finger. Picking up speed each time my fingers entered her. I had pulled away to watch the beautiful sight before me. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed. Her hands gripping the sheets and she was breathing quickly and moaning louder and louder. I needed to taste her. I keep up my fingers but I added my tongue as well. This new assault caused her to cry out. She tasted sweet, like I knew she would. I could tell she was getting close to climaxing so i pulled away. She cried out from the loss of contact. 

"I want to be inside you when you come." I said as I reached for a condom in my wallet. I rolled it on and positioned myself above her. There was so much love in her eyes I thought my heart would explode. The look in her eyes was all I needed. I kissed her as I slowly entered her hot, tight center. When I was all the way inside her, I felt as if I were home. I started off slowly moving in and out, but she told me she needed it harder. She liked some pain with her pleasure. So I pulled all the way out of her and slammed back in. She cried out and dug her fingernails into my back. I found a rhythm that made of cry out at every pump. I was thrusting into her fast and hard. I could feel her tensing up around me. Each trust bringing her higher and higher. Each thrust bring her closer to the edge. Finally I felt her explode around me. Her body contracting against me. As I felt her come, that was my breaking point. I thrust into her a few more times before my own orgasm took over. I collapsed onto her. Both of us breathing hard and drenched in sweat. She took my face in her hand and kissed me and said she loved me. I pulled out of her and took the used condom off and threw it on the floor before I grabbed her into my arms. 

"I meant what I said Sutton. I will spend the rest of my life making you as happy as possible."

"I know Jace. And I you."





Broken



My name is Heather Willis and this is the story of how in a single night, I was taken, mind, body, and soul by another man.

It was my sophomore year of college. I had been dating Ed Rainier for almost a year. He was the first real boyfriend I had ever had. In high school I dated, but I had no delusions that it was anything but dating. At that point I was more interested in the sex. With Ed though, things were different, with Ed I was happy.

I hadn't really planned on things being different with Ed. I hadn't really planned anything. I met Ed at a party and we hit things off. I was certain he would take me back to his house and we would end up in his bed. Before the night was over I was already imagining what was to come. To my surprise though nothing did happen.

Ed started calling me, we went on a few dates, and still there was no sex. By the time we were officially a couple I had made the decision. I told him that I wanted to take things slow and he agreed. If he had known just how slow I meant though I doubt he would have agreed so whole-heartedly. Ed was a true gentleman though and I honestly never felt as good as when I was him. I felt needed, and isn't that what everyone wants in the end?

I guess at this point you want to know a little about me. I'm probably the last person you should ask to do this, ask anyone that knows me I'm overly hard on myself. I guess its safe to say I'm not terrible looking. In high school I was never lacking for suitors. I was never approached for a career in modeling, and I had no interest in beauty pageants, but people loved to tell me I should try it.

I've got brown hair, I'm a little above average height (5'6"), and pale skin. My breasts are a little smaller than I would like, I'm only a 32B, and the left one is slightly bigger than the right. On the plus side though, I never have to worry about back problems. The few things I like about myself are the fact that I have an over active metabolism that means I can eat just about anything as long as I workout a few days a week. That's the only real reason for my slender legs and firm ass. I mean for the amount of junk food I eat, it's really not fair. What I consider my best attribute though, is my eyes. I have heterochromia iridum, 2 different colored eyes, my right eye is grey with a slight purplish hue, while my left eye is hazel. If you still can't picture me then just google Taryn Southern, we could be twins separated a birth. I didn't believe it when people first told me, but then I watched her Youtube videos, it's like looking in some freaky mirror. 

Anyway, I was amazed at how Ed stuck my side. I took taking it slow, to another dimension. It was months before we did anything more than kiss, and all I did was allow him to touch me through my clothes. His way of making up for the lack of anything sexual was a bit odd to me. When we went to parties he would tell me to pick out a guy that I thought was hot, and then go flirt with him.

It was a game really, and the goal was simple enough. I was supposed to talk to a guy and get his number before the night was over. The only rules were easy. I couldn't get physical beyond a touch here or a bump there. At first it was thought it was really stupid, but after we tried it a few times I started to get into it. I couldn't believe how much it turned me on to have Ed watch me from across the room as I tried to seduce other men. The nights that I succeeded were some of the more passionate of my life, and I never even removed an article of clothing. It was all harmless fun, or so I thought.

I should have put a stop to things the first time Ed whispered in my ear that I was his bad girl. I really should have stopped it after he started asking me if I wanted to look more the part. Like a love sick puppy though, I went along with his plans. I guess Ed's idea of a bad girl includes a nose ring and a tramps stamp. To this day I still can't believe that I let him talk me into getting that tattoo, but I knew what absolutely certainty that he was the one.

We were both really getting into the game though. One night I let Ed take things a little further than I had intended. His hands were all over my body under my clothes. I was mere seconds from telling him to take me, when my head stopped swimming. I slowly worked my hand under the waste band of his shorts and tickled my fingers against his cock. He moaned in response.

"How about your bad girl releases your frustration a little," I asked in my sexiest voice.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly started to stroke it. He was average, maybe a bit bigger than most, but I didn't care about that. I was enjoying watching his face. His eyes were rolling back in his head and starting to moan softly.

"I want you inside me big boy," I whispered in his ear.

That did the trick. His cock erupted in my hand. Over and over it spasmed in my hand, his cum running down over my fingers, and onto my hand. I waited until the last few drops came out, slid my hand out of his pants, and admired my work.

"You should lick your fingers," Ed said breathlessly.

"Eww," I said looking at him, "That's just gross!"

"Oh come on just this once," he pleaded.

"How about you lick my fingers," I said moving my hand towards his mouth and laughing. 

"That's okay," he said quickly.

"Well how can you be expected to want me to swallow it when you don't even know what it tastes like," I asked.

"How about you taste it and give me a full description, that sounds like a much better plan," he fired back.

"It's gross trust me, salty and warm, and leaves a weird after taste," I said thoughtfully.

Ed was starring at me now. He knew that I hadn't always been a saint, but I never told him everything. I mean what was I supposed to do. Hey I want to wait to have sex with you but the last guy I was with I swallowed his cum and then he fucked me silly and came on my chest? I made it a point to never talk about exes with him just to avoid that kind of conversation.

Changing the subject I gave him a quick kiss and said, "I'm going to go wash my hands now."

I got to the door and thought for a moment. All I had on was a tight fitting t-shirt and my sleep shorts. Since Ed had taken off my bra, one look and you didn't have to leave much to the imagination. It was 3 in the morning though and I doubted that anyone would still be awake, plus I didn't want to wait any longer with his spunk drying on my hand. 

Opening the door softly, I peered out. All the lights were out. I jogged down the hall to the bathroom and slipped in. After watching my hands and brushing my teeth I slipped out of the bathroom and started to head back to Ed's room when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I froze. Slowly I turned my head and saw Robert sitting on the couch. He had one eyebrow raised in confusion as he watched me try to sneak around. I gave a weak smile and a quick wave. He smiled back. That was when I realized that he was sitting there in nothing but boxers.

I knew both of Ed's roommates already. There was Jamie, the quiet guy. He was overweight and a little on the obnoxious side, but overall he was a good guy. Ed liked him because he put his enormous TV in the living room instead of keeping it for himself. I liked him because we had a lot of chemistry classes together and it was nice to have someone to study with.

Then there was Robert. Robert was anything but quiet. He had a different girl over almost every week, and you knew just about everything about her by the time he was done. Generally It was something to the tune of ". I thought about doing a study about that, learning while you sleep. Then again no one could sleep when he got started. Overall he was a great guy though. He was good friends with Ed and I could always strike up a good conversation with him, even if they did normally end up with some sexual banter. It was always light hearted and I knew it was in jest. 

He could talk to anyone about anything though. I think that was because of the fact that he was a few years older than the rest of us. We were all the same year in school, but whereas we had come straight from high school, he was coming from the military. I thought it was all a joke the first time I heard it. I mean he said he was an Army Ranger after all. I found out from Ed it was true. He had been medically retired after being shot three times, and they had to amputate his right leg just about the knee. I remembered feeling bad about that because I had been joking about it behind his back.

Right now though, I couldn't help but stare at his artificial leg. I mean I knew it was true but this was something else. My eyes slowly trailed up his body. He was ripped. Ed wasn't exactly a slouch, but Robert looked like he could snap Ed in two. He had an eight pack that led into amazing pecks, and shoulders that had more muscle than probably my entire body. 

"You look any longer, I'm going to have to charge you a fee," Robert said softly.

Embarrassed, I looked away shielding my eyes.

"Sorry, I," but I didn't really have a way to finish that statement, "Just... sorry."

I gave him a pained smile, and then quickly shuffled back to Ed's room, trying not to think about the fact that my nipples were as hard as rocks. As I climbed into bed with Ed though, all thoughts of Robert left me. It was the first time I had slept nestled against his body. I slept like a baby that night.

"Ed man, why's your girlfriend gotta be staring at my pecks last night," Robert asked the next morning.

My face turned bright red at this.

"That's the first I heard of it, she did mention something about some ugly hobo in our living room though," Ed joked.

This was one of the things I loved the most about Ed. Not much could shake him. I hadn't said anything to him about last night, not that I needed to, but still he just rolled with it.

"Now why would you talk about Jamie like that right in front of his face," Robert fired back.

"Boys, if there are any filthy hobos here, we all know it's Ed," I chimed in not wanting to be left out.

"Girl," Robert said in an effeminate voice, "You better not be talkin about my man like that, It's bad enough having to share him with you, I won't have you demeaning him in such a way."

"Shnookums, she can't help it," Ed said holding up his hand and letting his wrist go limp, "she doesn't like that we live together, I think she thinks I'm going behind her back."

"I would run while I still can Jamie," I said flatly, "These two are way too good at this for that too all be a façade."

"You're telling me," Jamie added.

This was a fairly normal day in Ed's house. I was glad to see that sleeping over hadn't changed anything. After that day slowly but surely I basically moved in, I had clothes in Ed's closet, my own drawer in the bathroom, even my name on the chores board. It was a wonder that my real roommates even knew who I was anymore. 

One night though a few months later, I wished I hadn't gotten so familiar with Robert and Jamie. The 4 of us were out at a bar and I guess Ed had decided that I knew them well enough to not be embarrassed by our game. I couldn't believe my ears and I heard Ed explain the rules of the game. Then worse than that, was the fact that Robert, had ideas on how to improve it. His grand plan was to turn it into a drinking game. I had 10 minutes to get a guys number. If I got the number they all had to drink, if I didn't get the number, I had to drink.

A few hours later, the game had gotten the boys pretty drunk and I was starting to get tipsy. We decided that it was enough of the game. Ed and Jamie were having a conversation about some xBox game that I had absolutely no interest in, so when Robert ask me to dance, I jumped at the offer.

I couldn't help but be amazed at the way that Robert moved on the dance floor. Had I not known about his leg I would have had no he had a prosthetic leg. When we first started, I was closer to the group of girls from the bachelorette party than I was to him. As the night wore on and the songs changed, the dance floor filled up pushing us closer together. If it hadn't been for the drunken girl behind me though I don't think I ever would have closed the gap entirely. When she fell into me, she practically plastered my body to Robert's.

The girl was almost laying on my legs, and I had to press my crotch forward in order to maneuver my legs for her to get off me. As I did this though I was amazed. Robert apparently brought some sort of weapon to the bar. It felt like one of those giant flashlights that police officers used. Smiling I looked up at Robert, "I can't believe you a weapon to the bar," I told him as I reached my hand down and grabbed it through his pants. As soon as my hand touched it though I realized just how stupid I was. I wanted to blame the alcohol but I wasn't drunk enough for that story to stick.

I heard the rumors from Ed. I had heard his conquests in the night as the screamed about him. I had even overhead roommates talking about an encounter, but until now I thought it was all exaggerated. 

Robert just smiled down at my now fire engine red face, and said, "Well I can't exactly leave it at home."

I desperately tried to come up with a witty comeback, what I said when I opened my mouth was not what I had hoped, "Guess not."

He pressed his crotch into mine harder, helping me to realize that my hand was still grasping his cock through his jeans. I quickly removed it and flashed him a sheepish smile. God I didn't know they made cocks that big.

"You know you can always try and get my number," Robert said as he started very lightly humping against me. 

"I don't need your number," I said as I stood up on my tiptoes to better align my pussy with his cock, "Your room is 2 doors down."

My pussy was dripping wet now. I was every so slightly starting to meet Robert's swaying motion, when I glanced over at our table. Ed was smiling back at me in a drunken stupor. He gave me a quick wave and held his hands up in mock dancing motions. What the hell was I doing, my loving boyfriend was just on the other side of the room watching me. He was even cheering me on because he thought I was simply dancing. Seeing him watch only made my pussy throb all the more, but I pulled away all the same. 

I looked away from Robert and said, "Thanks that was fun." I didn't want him to see how upset I was. He hadn't really done anything wrong, I was the one who started it all, by reaching down and grabbing him.

Shortly after Robert and I left the dance floor, we all left the bar. Within minutes of making it back to the house, I was in Ed's bed practically naked, I had kept my bra and panties on, in an attempt to keep from going too far. I was straddling Ed's naked body and had both hands firmly wrapped around the shaft of his cock. I was teasing him by moving my pussy closer and closer to his cock as I stroked it. I was so incredibly close to just letting him inside me that night. If only I had it probably would have solved all my problems. Instead I jerked him off like I had so many times before, only this time my mind wasn't on Ed's cock.

I moaned in Ed's ear as I stroked his cock with my eyes closed, telling him, "I want your big cock inside me." Ed was moaning loudly in return, but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was on how Robert's cock had felt in my hand while we danced. I wanted nothing more than to hold it in my hands and stroke it as I was Ed right now. 

As Ed's moans got more frequent and I felt his balls start to tighten, I decided to tease him more than normal. I leaned in close to his cock and opened my mouth holding it just above his cock. His face twisted with ecstasy, but before the first rocket of cum erupted, I moved my head back and pointed his cock towards his stomach. He looked up at me questioningly as he shot load after load of cum onto his chest and stomach. I bit my lip and smiled mischievously back at him. 

"Sorry, that was naughty," I told him.

He just smiled and kissed me though before cleaning off with a towel. 

"That's okay, I love you," he said.

It took a moment to register what he had just said to me, but when it did I couldn't help but smile my biggest, goofiest smile. No boyfriend had ever told me that before, not one, I had just teased while thinking about another man and he loved me? So naturally, I said the only thing that came to mind.

"Me too!"

I leaned in and kissed him passionately as he finished cleaning the cum off his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and almost instantly fell asleep. I felt amazing right then, so safe, so at home. As I laid there in comfort though I couldn't help but think of what I had done that night. I had felt another man's cock with my hand; I had humped that cock and thought about holding it. I had even stroked Ed's cock while imagining another. My guilt weighed on me heavily and I couldn't sleep.

Lying there in the middle of the night the alcohol started running its course. I calculated the chances that I could make it til morning and came up lacking. The last thing I wanted to do now was to move from Ed's arms, but this was somewhat of a bodily emergency. I picked up his arm and gently slipped out of the bed before rushing to the bathroom at almost a run. 

As I slipped into the bathroom though, I didn't stop to think why the door was closed, or why the light was on. I honestly didn't care; I was just focused on whether I would make it in time. By the time realized what was going on it was too late. As I sat there I heard the shower curtain move, and watched as the hulking form of Robert emerged to stand before me, still dripping wet. I tried not to look at his crotch and instead looking up into his eyes, but the way he stared down at me it was hard to hold his gaze. Slowly I moved down his body, it's hard to believe, but his muscles were more impressive up close. Finally my eyes settled on his crotch.

Swimming between his legs was a lengthy and rather thick pipe. He was flaccid and still bigger than Ed. Instinctively my mouth opened a little and I licked my lips. I had my hand on my thigh and I was willing myself to keep it there, but as I watched, it twitched and started to grow.

"What do you think," Robert asked with a smug smile on his face.

I looked up at him completely speechless.

"Why don't you touch it," he suggested as he moved closer.

Again though I willed my hand to stay on my knee. I could hear Ed's voice in my head. When I heard his voice say the words I wanted, I would be able to leave. I closed my eyes and pictured Ed's face. He was whispering something to me. The words reached my ears and I smiled. I turned my head to the side, placed my hands on Robert's legs, a little too close to his crotch for comfort, and pushed him away.

I actually ran from the bathroom and back to Ed's room. I threw myself under the covers and into his arms. I kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear, "I love you too."

When the next morning rolled around I couldn't help but worry what Robert would say to Ed. Would he talk about what I did on the dance floor? Would he say something about me in the bathroom? I hadn't done anything wrong really, but I still wasn't ready to tell Ed. Too my relief Robert didn't act like anything had happened.

"So you two got frisky last night," Robert said over his cereal.

"I don't like to brag," Ed started, but then just trailed off with a smirk.

"What about you Heather, you want to fill everyone in," Robert asked slipping a little ice into his voice.

"You just wish you were the one being interrogated, I haven't heard anyone in your room in a while," I jabbed.

"I'm just glad you all enjoy the show, but this isn't about me for once," Robert quipped, "Did you finally bed him Heather?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I said quickly.




Broken



"Well really I'd just like to get inside you myself," Robert said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry," I said with a frown, "But I think you're too big for this ride."

I couldn't believe what had just come out of my mouth. I looked over at Ed, expecting a harsh glare. Instead, he had his nose in a text book working on homework that he skipped out on, and I was lucky that Jamie had already left for class.

"I think you'd be surprised," Robert said, then cleaned his bowl and left the room taking one last look at me before he went.

My pussy was actually wet. I hadn't exactly been getting a ton of action from Ed, but that wasn't his fault. If I had let Ed do anything to me, I'm absolutely certain I wouldn't have stopped. It was for my own good really. What was odd though, was the fact that giving Ed a hand job, even teasing Ed didn't really get me going anymore. Honestly the only time I got really horny was when we played the game at the bar.

Trying to think about something else, anything else, I started scrolling through my phone. As I starred at the screen looking through apps, I got an alert. I had set a reminder. It said that one week from today was our one year anniversary. Suddenly it hit me that was how I could make up the last 24 hours to Ed. I would finally give myself to him.

As I got up from the table my spirits finally up again, Ed's phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID, I promise I'm not one of those girls, I was just curious as to who was calling Ed this early. The number wasn't programed into Ed's phone but what I did recognize, was that the number was from his home town. I figured it was a relative or something. I knew he had a cousin who wanted to come visit the campus. I thought it would be nice to give him some space, so I decided to clean out the sink and do the dishes. 

Before I could even fill the sink with water, I heard something hit the floor. I turned to see Ed sitting limp in the chair, his phone on the ground. Rushing to his side I started to shake him worried he was choking, but all he said was, "She's dead."

Turns out the she he was talking about was his mother. His aunt had been the one who called. Apparently she was the victim in a hit and run less than 200 feet from her own home. I packed Ed's suitcase and took him to the airport. The entire way he kept apologizing because he would miss our anniversary. I'm not sure which was worse. The fact that he was apologizing or the fact that he remembered and I had to have my phone tell me about it. Either way I told him the truth, I told him not to worry about that, and that I'd be here when he got back. I was impressed with the fact that he got the university to suspend his grades until he got back. I wasn't at all impressed though, by the fact that he chose this moment to finally give me a key to his house.

"I want you keeping my bed warm for me," he told me as he kissed me and went to the security check point.

"I will," I yelled back reluctantly,

I know he was trying to be nice. He knew how much I didn't like my roommates, and thought it would be nice to having somewhere to go even when he's gone. If he knew what he was really asking though, he would have told me his house was off limits. I made up my mind then and there that I would only go over there for 2 things. When I was ready to fall into bed and sleep, and when Ed wanted to Skype.

The first day everything went well. I showed up at his house 15 minutes before he was supposed to be online, and to my relief no one else was home. I used the time to put on make-up I wanted to look extra pretty for him to keep his spirits up. When he finally got online though I was no help at all, and he only talked for a few minutes. Slightly disappointed I slipped into Ed's bed gripped his pillow tight and fell asleep.

I got up early the next morning and left before anyone else was awake. I was still sticking to the plan. That is until Ed changed everything. It was the middle of the day and he had a question. I didn't understand why he couldn't ask me over the phone, but I wanted to be there for him in his time of need.

When I stepped out of my apartment that afternoon, a chill ran over me. When I heard the forecast I knew they said something about a storm but this was crazy. It was the middle of the day but the clouds made it seem like the sun had already gone down. I wasn't from the area but I knew that this weather could be vicious.

It wasn't 5 minutes after I got to Ed's house that the clouds opened up. It was raining so hard I couldn't see the other side of the street. I suddenly found myself wishing I had also borrowed Ed's truck keys, because there was no way I could walk back until it stopped. Just the thought of being stuck here put a damper on my day. Like a trooper though, I slipped into Ed's room fired up his computer and logged into Skype. After a few minutes of weighting, Ed's smiling face was staring back at me. As soon as we both said hello though, lightning lit up the room, thunder shook the entire house, and the power clicked off.

Frantically I tried the power button on the computer over and over again. I knew it wouldn't work but I had to try something. When it became painfully obvious that the power wasn't coming back on, I texted Ed and told him I'd Skype him again when the power came on, then slumped back into his bed.

I was so comfortable in the darkness that I almost forgot that I was at Ed's until I heard someone moving in the hall. Thinking that it was probably Jamie trying to get the power going, I just up from the bed and ran into the hall. Of coarse it wasn't Jamie. Standing in the hallway, in nothing but his boxers, was Robert.

"I thought I was here alone," he said with a smile.

I just stood there, completely silent, hoping that he would leave me alone.

"I was getting ready to hook up my battery pack to the TV in the living room and watch a movie," he said sounding legitimately indifferent.

It took me a minute to think it over, but I decided that it was better than sitting in the dark doing nothing.

"Fine, but I need you to know that nothing else is going to happen between us, I'm with Ed and I honestly love him," I said with as stern a voice as I could muster, "And get dressed, I'm not sitting next to you like that."

Robert gave a nod and then headed off towards his bedroom. A few minutes later he emerged fully dressed, holding an enormous battery pack that looked more like a car charger than anything. I sat down on the couch and waited as he hooked everything up and popped in a movie. When he was all done he sat down next to me. It was a little closer than I would have preferred, but he had sat closer than this long before things had changed. The movie started, it was some war movie that I had absolutely no interest in, but Robert seemed engrossed. So I was actually a little surprised when he spoke.

"I really wish things had turned out different," he said.

I wasn't going to touch that loaded question with a ten-foot pole.

"I know there can't be but I felt something between us, even just a kiss, one kiss just to see what could have been" he almost whispered.

In the darkness he couldn't see me rolling my eyes, what was between us was your massive cock. I had to admit to myself that he might be right though, there was a spark there and it was no use denying that. Lost in thought I didn't notice that the room lit up brighter than ever from a nearby bolt of lightning. I almost jumped out of my skin when the thunder that followed rattled the foundation. I let out a tiny scream and buried my face in Robert's chest.

I was practically in his lap now. My arms were wrapped around him tightly almost digging into his skin. I felt his chest moving as he laughed. I wanted to let go, I needed to let go, but yet I just held onto him. Every fiber of my being was electric as I looked up into his eyes. 

"Sorry," was all I could muster as I let go my grip on him, but I didn't move from his lap.

His eyes were locked onto mine. It was as if he was staring into my soul.

"You know I don't think one kiss could be that bad," I whispered.

With grueling slowness, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I felt fireworks exploding somewhere in the universe that was my body. I kept my lips closed but is tongue pressed its way through. Instantly my tongue grasped his and I melted into his chest. His hands found my hips as he lifted me up and sat me back down straddling him. My hands moved around under his shirt feeling his muscles. I kept telling myself this wasn't that bad. I would find the right time to tell Ed, but he wouldn't be too upset considering the circumstances. I mean all I was doing was making out.

As my tongue continued to wrestle with Robert's though, Ed slipped further and further from my mind. I got tired of reaching my hands under Robert's shirt, so I grasped it with both hands and quickly pulled it over his head. I pulled away from his kiss and just admired his body, slowly, gently, running my fingers across every inch of his chest, abs shoulders and arms. My pussy was already throbbing. I planted my lips on his, then slowly moved down his body kissing every inch of him on the way.

When I got down to his abs, I slid off of his lap and onto my knees in front of him. My breath was ragged as I reached for his belt buckle. Slowly I undid his pants and pulled them free. The only thing left between me and my prize were a pair of black boxers. I bit my lip and looked up at Robert as I reached my hand through the fly and wrapped my hand around his cock. My jaw dropped as I pulled it out. I had felt it through his jeans, and I had seen it flaccid, but this was something else entirely. He was easily as big around as my wrist and sporting at least 10 inches.

Almost instinctively my hand started pumping up and down as I stared. When I looked up at Robert's face he was completely indifferent. I brought my free hand to my mouth and spit on it before moving it to his cock as well. As I stroked it faster and faster I stood up and pressed my lips to Robert's again. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and felt his meet mine.

I stroked it until I couldn't take it anymore. I broke the kiss, dropped down to my knees and slowly moved my mouth down to his cock. I licked the head seductively and smiled up at Robert but he still didn't seem to care. God that pissed me off, but rather than wanting to stop, I just wanted to do more. I was going wipe that stupid look form his face.

Taking the head of his cock into my mouth I could feel my pussy dripping. I licked my tongue all around his head until it was sopping wet and then started taking his cock into my mouth. I could barely take half it in my mouth before I felt it hitting the back of my throat. I tried to push another inch in, but I just couldn't do it. I pulled it out with a gasp. Strings of drool were dripping from my mouth as I drew it back in. I bobbed my head up and down as deep as I could while one hand tickled his balls and the other stroked his long hard shaft. 

"Damn you know how to suck a cock," Robert finally said, "You suck Ed's cock like this?"

I tried to smile with his cock still in my mouth, before slipping it out and saying, "I haven't sucked Ed's cock," in a mischievous tone.

"I actually feel kinda bad for the guy all of a sudden," Robert said with a laugh as he put his hand on the back of my head.

I laughed, or at least tried to laugh as much as I could with that enormous cock in my mouth. The mention of Ed's name I worried I would feel bad, but instead it just made me more horny. I started viciously bobbing my head up and down, Robert took the sign and with both hands on my head started pushing his cock deeper. 

"You're so damn big," I moaned as I let his cock flop free for a split second.

"Keep sucking like that and I'm going to have to reward you," Robert growled.

With my hand on his balls I could tell he was getting close. The thought of pulling away crossed my mind, but that's all it was, a thought. My only real option was to take his cum in my mouth. I started moaning at the thought of it.

"Cum for me," I said and then slipped his cock as deep into my throat as I could.

That seemed to push him over the edge. His cock jerked and then I felt a stream of hot liquid race down my throat. The next few shots filled my mouth to the brim and then some. He yanked his cock free from my mouth as it continued to spew forth its creamy white treasure. One, two, three more times his cock spewed forth covering my cheeks and chin, before he finally let the last few drops drip onto my shirt. 

I smiled up at him before opening my mouth to show off my prize. Swirling my tongue around in the pool that was my mouth I was amazed. His cum was unlike any other I had tasted; it was slightly sweet with none of the tang I associate with the gooey white liquid. I closed my mouth and swallowed the entire load before using my finger to scrap my face clean, dripping the last few drops into my mouth and savoring each one.

The next thing I knew, Robert wrapped his large hands around my hips and threw me down on the couch. His fingers moved with amazing grace as he unbuttoned my jeans. Before I could blink he had them down around my ankles. Rather than fighting him, I pointed my toes making it easier to pull them the rest of the way off. I lifted my hands over my head, ready for him to remove my shirt, but that wasn't his plan. He ran his fingers along my thigh and under my boyshorts, moving them to the side.

"Someone's a naughty girl, getting this wet, sucking the cock of her boyfriends roommate," Robert said.

Just hearing him say that I could feel my pussy throbbing even more. I wanted him, I wanted bad, I couldn't speak, I just looked at him longingly. He ran a finger along my pussy lips. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned loudly. He lowered his head towards my pussy. When his hot breath started brushing against my pussy I could have finished, but I wanted more. I reached my hands down to him hair, but he grabbed a hold of my wrists and backed away.

"No," I breathed. 

Robert wasn't listening to me though. He was holding my wrists a little too tightly in one hand, as he got to his knees and lined up his cock with my pussy. So many things were going through my head. I wanted to scream them all at once. We couldn't do this, everything up to this point was bad, but I could explain it away to Ed, this was too much. Not to mention that he wasn't wearing a condom. Could I stop him if I tried? Could he fit it in if I gave in?

That was the thought that won out. I spread my legs wider and hooked my ankles behind his back. I wanted to ask him to take off my shirt, but I clearly wasn't in the position to ask anything. I threw my head back in pleasure as he again pulled my panties to the side, only this time the head of his cock began to press against the outside of my pussy, but he just stopped there. He was smiling down at me, a smug look on his face.

"Do you want me to keep going," he asked.

"Yes," I rasped breathlessly.

"What do you want," he asked.

"I want you to keep going," I said quietly.

His cock moved away from my pussy. I looked up at him in concern; he just looked at me without emotion.

"Tell me exactly what you want, or we're done here," he said.

"I want your cock inside me," I said under my breath.

"I thought you had a boyfriend," he said, "Don't you want his cock inside you."

"I want you both," I said, trying to think what he wanted to hear.

That apparently did the trick, he leaned in and pressed the head of his cock to my pussy again, only this time he didn't stop there. Slowly my pussy lips spread apart accommodating his enormous girth. He was slow and gentle, leaving just the head in for a moment before he started inching his cock into me. It was absolutely amazing. I had never felt anything so big before.

All the fear from before was gone. There was no pain, just ecstasy, my pussy was so dripping wet that his cock slid in without effort. It was as if my pussy was meant for his cock and I just never knew it. I looked down when he stopped, amazed to see that his entire cock had disappeared into my pussy.

Robert was slowly pumping his cock back and forth now. I was rocking my hips to meet his strokes. When he finally released my wrists I instantly moved my hands to my breasts rubbing them in absolute pleasure.

"You like my big cock," Robert asked.

"Yes," I answered instantly, "Yes, I love your cock."

"How good is my cock," he asked.

"It's amazing, absolutely amazing," I moaned.

He started thrusting harder and faster, getting deeper into my pussy than I thought was humanly possible. 

"Do you still want to fuck Ed," he asked.

"No," was all I said.

"Why not," he asked

"His dick isn't as amazing as yours" I almost screamed, "Now fuck me harder, fuck me hard with your amazing dick!"

He did just that, he ravaged my pussy unlike any other man ever had. I was getting so incredibly close to my orgasm that no other thoughts could possibly exist inside my head. I wanted him inside of me, I needed him inside of me, I needed him to give me this feeling.

"I'm so close, fuck me with your big cock Robert," I screamed.

I was slamming his cock deep into my pussy. Every stroke I could feel his balls slapping against my ass.

"I'm gonna cum bitch, I'm gonna cum for you," Robert growled.

"Yes, give me your cum, fill me up," I said out of breath, "Cum with me."

I wrapped my legs around him as tightly as I could and arched my back upward pressing my pussy up against his cock as hard as possible.

"I'm cummmminng," I screamed, "Oh god I'm cumming, I'm cumming on your magnificent dick."

My hips were twitching uncontrollably as he continued to thrust into me. I reached one hand down and started rubbing his balls. He was so close and I was going have his cum in my pussy, I wanted nothing more in that moment. 

"Here it comes slut, I'm gonna fill up your pussy," he was growling, "how does it feel to have your boyfriends roommate filling your pussy?"

"Amazing," I answered instantly.

And it was. It was amazing feeling his warm seed filling me up. I could feel his cock twitch inside with he rocket of cum that he shot. It was a good 45 seconds before it finally stopped. He left it inside of me for another minute, as my pussy continued to convulse with my own orgasm. I was rolling all around his cock gripping him tight, pulling him deeper.

When he did pull out, he stood up, and looked down at me. My face still had his cum on it, my shirt was covered, and my panties were drenched as his cum spilled out of me. He admired his handy work for a minute then said, "You're my bitch now," then gathered his clothes and walked off.

I'm not sure how long I laid there unmoving with nothing but the sound of the rain and thunder to keep me company. I was reveling in my own pleasure, only stopping to think about how empty my pussy felt without Robert inside of me. I looked over the edge of the couch listened. I heard the shower running and saw that the bathroom door was wide open. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like jello. When I finally got to my feet, I wasn't so much thinking about where I was going I just followed my instincts. I stopped outside the bathroom and looked to the other side of the hall. I could see Ed's bed laying empty and dark. Somewhere deep inside me a voice was screaming and fighting to be heard. It was mad as hell and it was going to flood me with guilt later, but right now my pleasure was easily winning out.

I stepped into the bathroom, quickly took off my cum crusted shirt and dropped it at my feet. As I made my way to the shower, I reached around and unclasped my bra, letting it fall in my wake. Just outside the shower curtain I stopped. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties, and gently pushed them down until they slipped off. My eyes fluttered with pleasure at the feeling of Robert's cum running out of my pussy and down my leg. I licked my lips, pulled back the curtain and stepped in.




Broken



The next day I woke up completely content. My thighs were completely crusted in cum, and I could still taste Robert's sweet seed in my mouth. It wasn't really that surprising considering we had been at it all night. I had swallowed more cum in the last few hours than the rest of my life combined, and I can't count the number of time that he filled my pussy with his seed. 

The voice from the night before had gone from a faint whisper to a maddening yell. My heart dropped into my stomach as the pleasure of the night faded and the realization of where I was sank in. I was completely naked in Ed's bed, covered in another man's cum. I felt my eyes start to gloss over but the tears wouldn't come. There was no way I could explain the night to him. I could try and tone it down, but I couldn't lie to him. Not after what he had said to me. Maybe I could make it up to him somehow. That was my only option.

When I heard my phone beep I rushed over to it. It was text from Ed. "Hey babe, I hope you survived the storm, I hear it was insane! I'll be on Skype this morning I can't wait to see you!" That did it. I started bawling in silence.

I slipped into the shower and cleaned off my shame. Trying desperately to hold it together. I needed to think of what I would say to Robert, what I could do to show him that last night was a major mistake. I didn't have long to think though, as he walked into the bathroom despite the fact that I had closed the door. 

"Hey someone's in here," I said nervously.

Robert didn't care. He pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped inside. His half hard cock was hanging between his legs. I felt my pussy surge at the sight of it, but I put a hand on his chest and pushed him away.

"No Robert," I said pushing as hard as I could, he didn't budge, "I can't do this, I'm still dating Ed and I'm about to talk to him online."

His face was as hard as stone as he took my hand in his and placed it on his cock.

"Robert, I can't," I pleaded desperately, "last night was just a mistake."

He let go of my hand and too my horror, I didn't let go of his cock. My hand was wrapped around him as he slowly hardened. I sneered at him trying to look as menacing as possible, but that's rather hard when your stroking a mans cock. Luckily at that moment my phone beeped again. I knew that would be Ed telling me he was online and waiting on me. I dropped Robert's cock and left the shower with him in toe.

"It's about time," Ed said cheerfully.

"Sorry I had to take a shower, it got hot last night without the air conditioner," I told him, "How are holding up?"

"A lot better now that I can see your face," he beamed.

"Oh stop," I said shyly.

"You know my hearts pounding right now," he said trailing off.

"Why," I almost yelled.

"Because you somehow look more beautiful now than ever before," he poured from his heart.

"Heather," he asked after I didn't respond for a minute.

"Heather!" he yelled after waiting a little longer.

"Oh sorry," I finally answered, "What were you saying?"

"Is everything alright," he asked, "You were just spacing out, your face was turning red."

"Yeah I'm fine, I just didn't get much sleep last night," I said.

"Oh my god Heather," he said loudly.

"What," I said nervously.

"Why are you letting me bug you, get to sleep already, you've got classes and I'm making everything hard on you," he said hanging his head.

"Oh Ed," I said in the sweetest voice I could muster, "You're too sweet, you know that."

We both sat there in silence, I was about to end the conversation when he almost jumped out of his chair.

"Hang on just one more second okay," he said as he ran out of the frame.

"Ed," I said desperately, "Ed where'd you go?"

A moment later he returned beaming as he said, "This is her dad!"

My face turned 50 shades of red I'm sure, but I tried my best to smile back.

"It's nice to finally meet the woman that Ed is always talking about," Ed's father said, "I see Ed wasn't embellishing your beauty."

"Thank you sir, that's t-too kind, It's nice to m-m-meet you too," I stammered my lip quivering, "You have an am-mazing son."

"Oh man I'm sorry Sweety," Ed said suddenly, "I didn't mean to spring this on you but I just had to introduce you, after all its not every day you can introduce your dad to the woman you love."

"Ohhh," I stuttered, "I l-love y-yo-u too."

"Okay I'll let you get to sleep now, I'll talk to you tomorrow okay!" Ed said still grinning from ear to ear.

"Sounds g-g-good," I told him trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. 

"And don't let those guys bug you about the thermostat crank it low you're sweating up a storm," he said before waving to the camera.

I waved back and blew him a kiss before reaching a trembling finger to click the disconnect button. As soon as the link was severed, I slammed the laptop shut and let out a loud moan.

"That was pretty damn impressive," Robert said from under the desk his tongue deep in my pussy, "You managed to not make a sound even though you came." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him, "I didn't cum."

"Oh really, so you didn't come as soon as Ed's dad introduced himself to you," Robert asked, "Such a dirty girl to get so turned on knowing your being eaten out while saying I love you to another man."

"I really didn't though," I said angrily.

"You know, good little sluts don't lie," he told me.

When I didn't answer he removed his tongue from my pussy and slipped out from under the desk. He stood with his cock inches from my mouth just waiting.

"Suck my cock bitch," he said flatly.

I didn't answer I just turned my head away.

"Well we can always call Ed back," he said as he opened the laptop.

My eyes were as wide as saucers at this threat. I reached out and grabbed a hold of his cock before he could move any closer to the laptop.

"Please don't," I begged, but he just glared down at me, "I mean, I'm sorry for lying, may I please suck your cock now?"

I begrudgingly took his cock into my mouth. He put his hands on my head and moved it slowly. Before long I was moving on my own power bobbing my head back and forth. When I looked up to see his eyes, I was shocked to see his phone was out, he was recording it?

"Rub your pussy for me," Robert commanded, "You're going to cum with me."

"But then you won't fuck me," I blurted.

"Bitch did I say you could talk," he roared.

I took his cock back into my mouth and began rubbing my pussy as I sucked. 

"That's it, take it all in your mouth," he growled, "And work my balls while your at it."

I reached my free hand up and started playing with his balls. God, I was so hot. I was actually getting off on this.

"Okay slut you better get ready," he told me, "Make sure you come with me."

I took my hand off of his balls and started attacking my pussy with both hands.

"Here it comes," he strained, "Don't you dare swallow a drop!"

His cock twitched for a good 30 seconds, filling my mouth and then some. I did my best to hold it all in, but still some trickled down my chin and dripped onto my legs. When his cock finally finished he slid it out slowly.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, and I obeyed.

I showed him my mouthful of his warm sticky seed.

"Did you come with me," he asked.

I slowly lifted my sopping wet fingers and showed him. Robert smiled menacingly.

"Now you can't swallow until I come in your pussy," Robert said and then patted Ed's bed.

I shook my head from side to side. I was not going to have sex in Ed's bed no matter what he did to me. I slowly go into the computer chair slumped over the back, presenting my ass to Robert, hoping that this would suffice. It did. Within seconds he was ravaging me.

"If you spill even a drop of my cum, I'm sending this video straight to Ed," he growled as he slapped my ass.

It took every ounce of my will power, but I was forcing myself to not enjoy what was happening. I was going to win this. Robert did not have the power over me that he thought he did. I would endure and come out stronger, I might lose Ed in the process, but I would not become anyone's property, so help me god.

No mater mow much my brain was screaming that I didn't enjoy it, my pussy was telling Robert a different story. It was dripping wet at being impaled on by his rod. My head started spinning when he picked me up by the hips, spun me on his cock and plopped me back down in the chair.

"So tell me Heather, and be honest, does this feel good," Robert asked.

I didn't answer. I just sat there starring into space as he pumped in and out.

"I mean I know your trying to be strong for Ed, but it really doesn't matter anymore, fuck Ed if you want when he comes back, you wont feel anything from anyone other than me now," Robert rumbled, "So you might as well tell me if you like it?"

I was not about to give him that kind of satisfaction. I was already humiliating myself being fucked by him with his cum in my mouth. But if I was going to show him up, I was going to have to do it at his own game.

"Don't worry it's just me and you, Jamie's in class, you can say it," he soothed.

He can't win, he won't win, I will not let him feel the thrill of this conquest. As I was repeated that mantra over and over in my head I could feel him slowing down. He was almost stopped now and slowly but surly pulling his cock out of my pussy.

"Well, if it doesn't feel good, then I guess I'll just stop," he said trying to sound uninterested.

I watched in a near panic as inch by agonizing inch he pulled out. My body was shuddering in pleasure, but I wasn't going to give in, I was going to win. That's when my mouth opened on it's own accord.

No god damnit, I won't let you, I was screaming in my own head, as my lips formed the words, "Yes, yes it feels so good." And that was it, it was over and done.

Reinvigorated by his sense of accomplishment he ravaged me again.

"I see, where does it feel good," he asked.

"My pussy, my pussy feels good," I mumbled in my attempt to speak while being fucked so hard without spilling his cum.

"And what's making it feel good," he asked, digging deeper.

"You are," I panted, "You are making me feel so good that I'm going to cum again."

"Then lets come together again," he said lifting me up into the air. 

I wrapped my arms and legs around him for support and rested my head on his shoulder while he drove his cock deeper and deeper into me. Just a few more thrusts and I was going to be gone. He must have somehow sensed how close I was, because he drove it as deep as he possibly could and started filling my pussy with warm sticky seed and whispered in my ear, "Poor Ed, at home burying his mom, and sick perverted girlfriend is creaming on another guys cock in his bedroom."

Those words sent me off. I had been so close to orgasm before he stopped and those words alone sent me over the edge. God I'm sorry Ed, I'm so, so sorry. I swallowed his load in one big gulp, and crying relentlessly, I screamed, "I'm cumming!"

I wish I could tell you that the rest of the week I had gone back to my apartment to hide from Robert and await my knight in shinning armor. I wish I could tell you that slapped Robert on the way out of the house when I stormed out. I wish I could tell you that the worst of things was behind me. But to say any of those things would be to lie through my teeth.

You would have been hard pressed to find me wearing anything more than underwear for the rest of the week, even when Jamie was home. I didn't want to make things harder on Robert, I wanted him to be able to take me when ever he wanted at a moments notice. The only time I did wear more than my underwear was when Robert forced me to follow him to campus. In an alley between liberal arts and business, He pressed me against a wall, pulled my pants down to my knees and took me in public, and what's sad is if he had asked me to do it again I would have followed. The only thing shred of my dignity that I kept in tact was the fact that I never let him take me on Ed's bed. 

When Ed got back, to my surprise, Robert stepped aside. I had been worried he would try something right out of the gate, but it was as though Ed coming home marked the end of our insane frivolities. I felt like I could breath for the first time in I don't know how long.

The night that Ed got back, I took him out for a nice dinner, then back to his bedroom. I quickly stripped down to just my bra and panties and let him admire my body for a moment. I couldn't help but blush. This was the man that loved me, and he was smiling at my body. The man I loved liked the way I looked. I leaned in gave him a tender kiss on the lips and whispered in his ear, "I missed you," then gave him another kiss before whispering in his other ear, "I love you."

He looked a little lost as I laid back down on the bed. I did my best not to break eye contact with him. "Take me, take me now," I said biting my lower lip.

His hands slide across my soft body, feeling every inch of me. He fumbled with my bra clasp for a minute and I giggled trying to let him know it was okay. I saw his hands shaking as he pulled my panties off. And for the first time I saw his cock unimpeded by boxers. His hardware was more impressive than I had thought. 

"Come here," I whispered.

"What about a condom," he asked quietly.

"I love you," I said gingerly as I placed a hand on the side of his face, "We don't need a condom when we love each other this much."

He looked at me concerned for a moment before his lust overwhelmed his better judgment.

"Okay, here goes," he said soothingly as he lined up his hips with mine and began thrusting, asking, "How is it," after a few seconds.

I wasn't really sure what he meant, how was what? Then the panic started to set in. I glanced down and saw that he was in me. His cock was in my pussy and he was pumping in and out, yet I couldn't feel a thing. It might as well have been air.

"Oh god, your pussy is amazing," he whispered in my ear.

"Your cock feels so good in me," I lied. I rolled my eyes back in my head and started moaning softly. Even if I didn't feel anything I was going to make this an amazing experience for Ed. "Oh baby, your so big," I whispered to him and, "You fuck me better than anyone ever."

I was doing everything I could possibly think of to try and get myself off, to try and get my pussy to fall in love with Ed's cock the same was I loved the rest of him, but nothing worked. I was doing my best to act, and keep my spirits up but I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep it up, and Ed was lasting a surprisingly long time for a man on his first time.

"Hey sweety you want to try another position," I asked him, when he raised and eyebrow I slid off of his cock and got onto my hands and knees.

My tears didn't start right away. I could feel his hips against mine, and I could feel his balls against my clit, but my pussy felt nothing at all. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I cried in silence while Ed made love to me, moaning softly and caressing my back. Why had I ever kissed Robert? Why had I let him touch me and take advantage of me in such ways?

"I'm sorry Heather I'm gonna cum soon," he said as he picked up his pace.

"Oh me too sweety, me too," I told him.

"Oh Heather I'm cumming!!" he said loudly. 

I gave my most convincing moan and collapsed into the pillows. Ed fell in front of me a second later smiling from ear to ear. His smile faded as he saw my eyes.

"What's wrong," he asked immediately.

"Nothing," I said breathlessly, "You just, you, you did this too me."

"I did," he said confused.

"You're bigger than I expected, and it hurt a little," I lied, but when I saw the pain in his face I quickly added, "but is a good pain, a pain I want to get used to."

His quizzical look made me smile. We kissed passionately as he wrapped his arms around me holding me tight. Something felt hallow about the whole thing though. It didn't matter how good I felt being in his arms, I just felt like such a whore.

When I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my pussy flat against his thigh, I felt his cock jump. It gave me an idea. I smiled slyly as I slipped down to the foot of the bed. Crouching over his cock I saw the look of wonder in his eyes. That was all the convincing I needed. I licked my lips and sank my mouth down. 

I was amazed but I could easily fit his entire cock in my mouth. My head bobbed up and down furiously as my tongue swirled all over the place. I had my hands on his stomach, but moved one to his balls. I was trying to give him the same blowjob that I give Robert, if not better. I was going to do everything I had done with Robert only better and eventually things would get back to normal I was sure.

He was going much quicker in my mouth than he did in my pussy. I could already feel his balls tightening up.

"I'm gonna cum," he said looking down at me.

I just smiled with my mouth wrapped around his cock and kept bobbing my head. It wasn't long before he shot his load. Only a few small ribbons graced my tongue. I waited for the last few drops before finally letting his now limp cock fall from my mouth. His cum was nothing like Robert's. Where as Robert's was sweet and slightly salty with none of that acidic taste, Ed's was bitter and a little fishy.

Covering my mouth with one hand I pointed to the cup on his nightstand, "Can you hand me that?"

He obliged willingly and I spit every last drop of his cum out. God what the hell was wrong with me? Why couldn't I have just swallowed it for him? He deserved that much didn't he?

"Sorry," I said after putting the cup back on the nightstand and cuddling into his arms, "I thought I could do it but I really just hate the taste."

"I'm not complaining," Ed said as he kissed me on the forehead. Little did he know he should be.

The next morning I left before Ed was awake. My plan was to leave before anyone was awake. I left a note on his pillow thanking him for an amazing evening and telling him how much I was looking forward to another great night tonight. 

None of that was a lie. I did have an amazing evening with the man I loved and I did look forward to another night with him where I continued to break this curse. The only problem with that line of thinking, was that you have to stop cursing yourself for the curse to wear off.

I had also left another note in the house that morning. I slipped a note under Robert's door. It read, Therman Hall, Basement, North Men's stalls, All the way in the back, 1 pm.

It was around 1:45 pm when Ed took a bathroom break from his physics class. He hated the idea of bathroom breaks in science hall, you never knew when the bathrooms on each floor would be out of service. At least the ones in the basement always worked he thought to himself.

As he got to the bottom of the steps though he passed a few guys who were laughing. He overhead one of them saying, "damn she's really getting it isn't she?" It took him a minute to realize what the guy meant but when he figured it out he couldn't help but get excited. He had made the right choice for sure. He would have to listen carefully though so he could tell Heather about it later, it would be the kind of thing that got her going. 

Stepping into the bathroom he realized that listening carefully wasn't in the cards. The girl in the stall was practically screaming. He unzipped his fly to, "Yeah fuck me with that big cock," finally got his flow going to, "God I needed this," and was ready to leave when he heard, "But you have a boyfriend?"

The guy who spoke, spoke in a normal voice, a voice that he recognized instantly. Robert, Ed thought to himself. This just got better and better. He looked at his watch and decided he could spare a few more minutes. He crept over towards the stalls and slipped in the one next to the happy couple.




Broken



Susan and I married right out of college. I became an investment broker dealing primarily in Futures and Commodities, and the first few years were lean ones as I learned my trade. Our financial situation turned around after five tough years, and we'd been married for about eight years when we were able to buy our dream home in a gated, upper-income-level community. I drove a three-year old luxury SUV and Sue drove a small BMW. We were moving up in the world. Everything seemed to be falling into place and the future seemed rosy. 

If I could pinpoint the exact day it all began to unravel, was the day about five years ago when I came home and Susan announced that we were invited to dinner. She said one of our neighbors, Carman, had visited during the day and they'd hit it off. She and her husband Raul owned the largest house in our development, a mansion really, a seriously wealthy couple. I'd driven past it several times on my way to the community golf course, and speculated what it must have cost. 

Carman had told Susan that both she and her husband were plastic surgeons, mostly specializing in anti-aging practices. She said Carman had disclosed she was in her forties and her spouse was over fifty, but Carmen looked about half that age and was absolutely gorgeous. Since Susan is slender with small to average breasts, I knew she admired women who had firm propionate tits, and that she had toyed with the idea of having hers enlarged a little. It was something I hadn't totally discouraged.

Wednesday evening finally arrived and we set off to the doctor's residence only a few blocks away with a bottle of good wine in hand. The place was even grander than I'd thought. Anti-aging must be a gold mine! The meal was superb and while I found Carman bubbly and charming, her husband seemed somewhat standoffish, but pleasant. Raul was a large, very fit man, standing about six-four. He had a head of thick black hair and dark skin, appearing to be either from South America or maybe somewhere in Asia, like Indonesia. He had an accent but I couldn't identify it and it didn't seem polite to ask at that point. 

Carman said she was thirty-five and came from Venezuela, but had lived most of her life in the U.S. She was without a trace of accent, small, beautiful and very well put together. She didn't look a day over twenty-five and Raul at fifty-plus, looked twenty years younger. It was remarkable! After a few glasses of wine the conversation had turned to their profession. 

"I have to confess, I had Raul do a little nip-and-tuck on my breasts a couple years past, and have been extremely happy with the results." She smiled, looking cute. "We have both been very pleased with the result."

We all laughed and then Carman said, "Have you ever thought of doing that, Susan?"

Susan blushed, but she answered truthfully. "I have. But . . . well . . . is it painful?"

"Not at all. No after-affects and you should heal in just a matter of a few days. You have nice breasts. All you need is a small lift and I could do it for you in an hour. Raul, don't you think she has nice breasts and the results would be spectacular?"

Raul looked appraisingly at her tits for so long I began to grow uncomfortable. "She's already exquisite, my dear. How does one improve upon perfection? However, it would be very easy for us to do." He smiled, flashing white teeth. It was easy to see how he'd won such a beautiful lady for his wife. 

"What would such a thing cost?" Susan asked Carman. 

"For you? Not a penny. I have a feeling we will be very good friends, Susan, and this will be my contribution toward that friendship. Because of legal billing, the IRS and partnership agreements, however, I'd need to do it on my own time, away from the office."

We finished the wine and for another hour discussed the operation Susan had always wanted. Susan is already gorgeous and I love her tits, but add another inch or two and she'd be the perfect woman. Shoulder length blond hair, large blue eyes and perfect legs, she drew stares where ever we went. Her best point, being her butt! I felt proud having her on my arm, and loved her unconditionally. Even though I'd put on a couple of extra pounds lately, I knew she felt the same about me.

We decided we'd all take a week off between Thanksgiving and Christmas. We'd all travel to the couple's country home in Maine where Carman would do the operation and have time to observe Susan's recovery for a couple of days, making sure she healed properly. As a bonus our two new doctor friends would balance our testosterone and other values, and give us the same regiment of supplements and herbs that they used to appear so youthful. 

We were very excited about Susan's operation and it would be the much-needed long-delayed vacation we'd planned for the past few years. We met at least once a week during the following month for dinner or a night out, or simply to discuss and plan the upcoming trip. Our friendship grew as well. 

Finally the big day arrived. We caught a plane ride to Maine and were met at the airport by the couple's driver Darius, who looked like a mountain. He was even larger than Raul, maybe six-six and close to three hundred pounds. His dark almost flat face gleamed like a piece of coal, and when he spoke, which was rarely, he did so politely in a deep soft voice, with a heavy accent. 

The ride to their country estate was nearly three hours, the last one through a scantly populated area of mostly hills and trees. We pulled off the main road onto what was obviously a narrow graveled driveway, and drove for another mile. Suddenly, a tall rock wall rose right out of the forest to our front. Darius stopped at the gate and spoke a few words to he guard, and we drove through. 

Through flickering Christmas lights lining the driveway, I saw two large dogs sitting in the trees. Guard dogs? They looked to be over a hundred pounds each, with short ears and alert eyes. They made no sound or movement as we drove past - just watching our vehicle with total alertness. I'm scared of dogs and was glad to be inside the vehicle. It was fully dark by the time we arrived at the circle drive, but holiday lights in front lit-up a lodge-like structure that was nearly as large as the other one the couple owned back home. Though rustic, it was beautiful. 

Susan hugged my arm, smiling up at me. "We made the right decision, Darling. It'll be like a vacation." That night we dined on quale in wine sauce and other exotic dishes too delicious to describe.

Our rooms were large and luxurious, beds made with high-count Egyptian cotton, a large flat-screen TV, and mini-bar. French doors opened right out onto the patio and pool area. We made love and slept like babies. The next day Darius served us breakfast on the veranda, after which Raul gave me instruction on fly-fishing, something I'd always wanted to try, while Carman measured Susan's breasts and made little marks on her tits with a water marker. 

The operation would be in two days and until then, Carman said we should just enjoy ourselves. That evening Darius delivered what appeared to be another wonderful meal. I took a sip of a green liquid that appeared to be some kind of iced-tea, finding it unique and delicious. 

"Ummm. What is this?" I asked, indicating the drink.

"It comes from Uganda, made from a root it's a type of their local tea," she told us. "It has a mild narcotic affect sort of like drinking a glass of wine, but otherwise, it's harmless. Darius has it brought in for us. Most people love it. I'll give you some to take back home with you before you leave, if you'd like." 

Susan agreed that it was uniquely grand, but I secretly felt it a little too sweet for my taste. So, after the first glass I stuck to wine. Susan obviously loved the stuff and I saw Carman refilling her glass several times throughout dinner. After coffee and desert, Carman said, "I know you're probably still a little tired after your long trip, so why don't we retire to someplace more comfortable for a night-cap?"

We all stood and I saw Susan reach out a steadying hand to grasp the table's edge. From past experience I knew she couldn't drink more than two glasses of anything before she started talking funny. Once, after a friend brought over some Columbian Gold, she'd been so high after just a half a toke that she'd literally zoned-out. 

Watching Raul take her elbow and lead her toward the living room I hid my smile, knowing she wouldn't be awake much longer. Carman took my arm as we lagged behind them, Susan wobbling slightly, Raul steadying her gait. 

Walking through the study toward the living room, Carman led me to a mantle where several photos of thoroughbred horses formed a grouping. An oil painting of a large black stallion adorned the place of honor. I craned my neck trying to keep tabs on Susan because I knew she might soon pass out. They had already walked through the study into the living room out of direct sight, but I could still see them through a reflection in a large mirror on the far wall. Raul had seated Susan on the sofa and sat beside her. Carman was speaking to me again, so I tried to focus on what she was saying. It seemed that she was speaking from inside a barrel. 

"Do you like horses, Brad? That's Storm, my pride and joy. He's won a ton of ribbons! Maybe we can go for a ride tomorrow, if you like."

"Yes . . . uh, yes . . . uh, I do like . . . horse . . . ssss." My tongue felt swollen, my mouth dry as cotton. 

"Come. You don't look so good. You better sit down for a minute." 

Carman led me to a loveseat in the study and once sitting down again, I felt fine. She took one of the two scrapbooks from an end table and laid it across my lap, opening it. 

"This is the last show we did in London," she said, obviously proud of her animal. I could see Raul and Susan's reflection in the mirror and she seemed to be all right, so I forced myself to pay attention to Carman. When I looked up again I saw Susan's head resting on Raul's shoulder. Although I knew neither of them could see us in the Study, her face was turned away from Raul, toward me, her drowsy eyes half-closed. Raul's hands rested on his lap but as I watched he moved his right hand to her knee, and reaching across his body with the other, placed his open palm flat against her stomach. 

I attempted to stand and protest but found my legs didn't seem to work. Neither did my vocal cords. Confused by this, I silently watched as in slow-motion, the hand on her belly slid upward until it grasped a nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently between them. The puckered nipple looked small and frightened through her cotton shirt, when compared to his large fingers. Susan didn't respond. She was still staring into space and taking shallow breaths through a half-opened mouth. My mind was clear as a bell but everything happening around me seemed sluggish, and my body didn't seem to be working properly either. 

I was suddenly shaken out of my fog as I realized that through the fabric of my trousers, Carman's hand was squeezing my soft penis under the scrapbook. I turned my head to tell her to knock it off, but my mouth would not even form that one simple word. It came out sounding like a caveman's grunt. 

What was worse, I felt my cock reacting to her touch. Thrill after thrill shot through me as it grew firmer in her fingers, until my own pleasure was fighting with any alarm I might have felt for Susan's welfare. By then Raul was alternating between rolling her nipple between his fingers and forcibly tugging on it. The hand on her knee moved higher between her thighs, the short dress pushed up to her waist, her black silk panties visible. My body felt sluggish, drugged, but oddly enough my mind was still clear. It was as though the world was moving through a molasses-thick environment and all movement had slowed to a crawl. 

Then I remembered the "Uganda tea" we'd drank during dinner. Carman had said it had a "small" narcotic affect. Flashing back, I recalled that neither Raul nor his wife had touched their glasses, but I had consumed nearly a full glass of the stuff. Susan had downed several. These fuckers had drugged us! 

Growing increasingly angry, I fought to say something, to move, to do anything to stop the madness. It was useless. I was effectively immobilized. The only thing that didn't seem too numb to work was my cock, and it was now throbbing painfully. My genitals felt super-charged and overly sensitive as Carman slowly stroked and kneaded them like play-dough. Maybe the drink they gave us had something to do with that. Shocked, I realized that her hand was now on my bare dick. Somehow I hadn't even noticed when she'd extracted it from my trousers, but she gripped my penis firmly, almost painfully, squeezing and stroking slowly -- maddeningly. 

Her beautiful face suddenly blocked my view of Susan and Raul, her pouty lips mere inches from mine. Flicking out a pink tongue she licked my bottom lip, nibbling on it for a while, and then stuck her sweet little tongue inside my mouth - all the while stroking my aching cock. I felt my balls surge and knew it was only a matter of time before I blew my load all over the place. My own tongue felt thick and heavy but she somehow coached it into her mouth, sucking it for a long time. 

I had long-passed the point of caring about anything except the hand stroking my cock and her warm tongue, all my feeling now centered in that one sensitive area of my groin. If I could've moved I would have pushed her back on the loveseat and fucked her as hard as I could before she even knew what happened!

When she removed her face from my line of vision I could see the mirror on the far wall once more, suddenly stunned to my core! Susan's black panties were on the floor near her feet and Raul's hand was between her long tan legs, which were sprawled outward, her nether-region entirely open to his assault. Raul was slowly sliding a finger up the damp passageway of her vagina, pausing to rub her clit in a slow circular motion. Even as I watched, he slid another finger inside her - and then a third. Susan didn't move or make a sound.

With her face turned toward me, I could see that her eyes appeared distant and empty. I momentarily wondered if she was paralyzed from the drug, but like me, was still conscious of what was happening to her. Could she feel, rationalize, think? Was her sex organs overly stimulated as mine were, or had she completely passed-out? 

I had my answer soon enough. I saw a faint movement from her as almost imperceptivity, she pressed her bare feet flat against the carpet and subtly lifted her hips a millimeter off the sofa -- and then she did it again. I also noticed that her red nails were digging into the soft fabric of the sofa seat, spasmodically clutching and releasing with a slow cadence. Her toes began curling sensually with each stroke of his finger. 

I could see the finger was wet and slippery from her juices. I glanced up at Raul's face, and found him staring back at me. The bastard was smiling! I fought to curse at him but my tongue felt too thick to say anything. I silently swore I'd kill him if I got the chance! 

Rage was fighting to overcome the pleasure building in my own loins, caused by Carman's expert manipulations. Pleasure won out in the end as I started trembling uncontrollably, my orgasm ready to burst forth. I knew it would be a huge one. I'd never felt hornier in my life, or my cock so sensitive. A spider walked across my mind as Susan's face floated before me, but then quickly disappeared. That damned tea must have also been a stimulant! 

Carman suddenly stopped what she was doing and I groaned aloud in frustration, trying to form the word 'please.' 

"Ah, poor baby," she cooed wetly in my ear. "Want to cum for mama? I simply love it when young guys cum for me. They have so much of it stored up."

I grunted unintelligibly and she smiled sweetly as she observed my aching cock for a moment. Then she did the unexpected. She viciously flicked her forefinger against the head of my cock, pain instantly enveloping my entire groin. Electric shock waves rolled over me as the pain finally registered in my lizard brain, but oddly enough my erection remained hard as ever, even though the impending orgasm resided drastically. 

"What do I see here?" she muttered, leaning closer to inspect my throbbing cock. I rolled my eyes downward to see what she meant and found a clear drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip of my dick. 

"Oh, you've been a bad boy, Chucky." She suddenly leaned down and licked the nectar off, her tongue so hot it burned. "You are such a naughty little cuckold, aren't you, darling?" She licked around the crown a few more times and my nuts began churning again with their irritated load. Laughing with glee, she sat up beside me again. 

My eyes flew back to Raul and Susan, wanting to scream at what I saw! The nipple he was tugging on was bare now, and he'd taken his penis out of his pants. It looked like a horses' cock! Enraged, I saw he was using Susan's small hand to jerk himself off! 

Her head still rested on his shoulder but she now faced away from me and I couldn't see her face anymore. Had he turned her head that way, or had she? He was still finger-fucking her with his other hand, and her hip movements weren't so subtle any longer. In fact, she was now lifting several inches off the sofa to meet his thrusting fingers. I could faintly make out small sounds of obvious enjoyment emitting from her parted lips, each ripping through me like a knife.

"Your wife seems to like my Raul, Chucky-boy," Carman cooed. I felt her wet tongue touch the inside of my ear, her breath scaling hot. "Want to cum now?" 

I tried nodding my head but nothing happened, justifying it by telling myself that I was in pain and needed to get off quickly so I could help Susan. Carman seemed to understand anyway. "If Susan gets a nice climax, I'll let you cum," she whispered wetly inside my ear, sliding her finger-tips around my sticky cock-head, keeping me right on the verge of shooting my load. I could feel it churning inside my aching balls, ready to explode! I needed release before I died!

". . . please . . . please!" I realized I hadn't uttered the word aloud so I tried again with the same effect. It came out as, "Uggg!" I still couldn't speak. 

Carman laughed with understanding, softly sliding her tongue over the head of my jerking cock -- but only for an instant. This bitch was driving me crazy! Shit! I suddenly realized that in my own agony, I'd completely forgotten Susan's predicament, lifting my eyes to observe her once more. 

I was just in time to see Raul slide a hand behind Susan's head, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her unresistingly into his lap. The spongy head of his cock was pressing against her pouty lips before he paused for a second, speaking so low to her I couldn't hear his words. I don't know what he told her but finally, with eyes that were empty and unfocused, she opened her mouth and slid it over his huge cockhead. I heard him groan softly.

"Ooooh," Carman whispered against my ear. "It looks like wifey isn't going to get to cum for a while, Chucky-boy. I didn't promise you anything if Raul came instead." 

Why did she insist on calling me that name? I wasn't a Cuckold! From what I understood a Cuckold was a husband who got off watching another man fuck his wife! I wasn't enjoying this! I just wanted to leave here with my wife, have things back the way they were before! She squeezed my cock and I felt my nuts draw up again, ready to pump semen and relieve the painful pressure in them. Okay, I needed to cum too, but then I could think more clearly. 

Sick by what I was seeing, none-the-less my raging libido was completely in charge of my actions now. Susan had about half of Raul's awesome cock inside her pretty throat and it appeared that was as much as she'd be able to handle. I could see her throat muscles working to get more of it inside but the huge lump his crown created under the skin of her soft throat, told the story. It would go no farther. 




Broken



I struggled with my own discomfort of aching balls, and the building rage of seeing my innocent wife defiled right before my eyes! I stared in disbelief as I suddenly realized the lump I'd seen in her throat was gone! Raul's belly was now flat against her chin, Susan's eyes as large as saucers! It seemed impossible, but his cock was buried to the base inside her gullet! 

He withdrew slowly, his dark cock glistening with her saliva, Susan's lips clinging to it as if reluctant to let go. Sliding from her clasping mouth it seemed endless, but finally he paused with the crown locked behind her lips, obviously savoring the feeling of her warm wet mouth. Then he was fucking my pretty wife's face like it was a pussy -- and she was complying -- unresisting! One of his hands was entangled in her blond hair and the other was sliding in and out of her wet vagina, his thumb teasing her engorged clit with each pass. 

I watched as her red nails that had been digging into the sofa seat, reached up and clutched Raul's hairy ass cheeks, pulling him deeper as she grunted around the dark thickness of his organ. She was gagging and choking with effort as she fought to swallow the large lump that was his crown, each time he slammed it down her throat. It was obvious by the redness of her face that she was strangling with the lack of sufficient air to breathe, but that didn't seem to deter her. She clearly wanted this!

It was also clear he was using his fingers to induce her sucking, for each time she slowed, his fingers stopped moving also. Pavlov's Dog! Reward for desired behavior. Just as Carman was doing to me, he was using my wife as a lab-rat!

Anger nearly consumed me, but quickly disappeared as Carman slid her lips over the head of my cock again. I felt my balls drawing up, ready to release, but an instant before relief arrived she stopped sucking and plunked the head of my dick with her forefinger again. I made that caveman sound once more and heard her giggle with joy. I'd kill this bitch right along with Raul as soon as I could move! Raul made a loud guttural noise and I jerked my head up to see what had happened. 

He clutched Susan's head with both hands, his cock buried deep in her soft throat and his ass-cheeks clinching as he poured load-after-load down her working throat. Far from being distressed now, Susan's painted nails were digging into his hairy cheeks in an effort to pull him even deeper, her throat working frantically to swallow his reward. 

The guy had an enviable amount of sperm, unloading for a long time, creamy fluid finally forcing itself from around the tight seal of her lips and running down his meaty tower, to drip from Susan's chin. It was a scene I never could've imagined in my wildest dreams. I felt sick. My loving wife sucking off another man right in front of me, while I sat nursing a forced erection. It was a script from Hell!

It was as though someone had driven a knife right through my heart. The pain of seeing Susan gulping down this stranger's sperm was almost more than I could bear. Then Carman touched my sensitive cock with her warm mouth and my eyes rolled up in their sockets, as I once more lost sight of the spectacle before me. I attempted to fool her this time by giving no indication how close I was to the end, but the evil bitch somehow knew, stopping just short of my release again. I groaned my caveman sound with growing anger and frustration. 

Finally defeated, I gazed across the room as Susan continued working on Raul's deflating penis with her mouth and tongue, a dreamy expression on her face. Eyes heavily-lidded, she looked like a kitten with a belly-full of warm cream, licking up the final drops of something too delicious to leave behind. He slowly withdrew about a foot of meat that now had the consistency of play-dough, leaving an unnoticed trail of clear fluid across her pretty cheek. 

Raul smiled at me again and then slid off the sofa to kneel between her long out-stretched legs, lowering his head until his mouth engulfed her swollen pussy-lips. She made the first intelligible sound I'd heard her make all evening, moaning with what sounded like pure delight. 

"Y . . . y . . . yessssss . . ." she hissed between her clinched teeth. ". . . yes . . . YES!"

Soon, her thighs were pressing against the sides of his shaggy head, her hands tangling themselves in his thick hair as she squirmed and thrust against his relentless tongue. It didn't take long. When she came she screamed so loud that if we'd been home, the neighbors might've called the cops! I'd never seen her cum so hard or for so long as she did this time. I watched her thighs quivering, body quacking violently as she clutched his head between her legs, whimpering, sobbing, and making pure animal sounds as she rode his mouth. 

When she finally calmed down, Raul pulled her to her feet and laid down with his back on the sofa, his huge cock sticking straight up. Susan just stared down at it for a moment and then straddled him, letting the thick crown brush against her hairy opening. Placing both hands on his broad chest she locked her elbows and laid her head backward. With half-closed eyes, she began rotating around on his thick cock-head, making little mewing sounds. After a few minutes she flexed her elbows and pushed down on it farther, her face filled with the effort. The thick cock-head popped inside her sloppy vagina, accompanied by a tiny groan from her. 

Once she had the head inside, she didn't let up. Her face twisting with concentration and maybe a little discomfort, she allowed her arms to relax enough to sink down another three inches before she rested again. Locking her elbows once more she stared down at him with heavily-lidded eyes, in a way that up to now she'd only looked at me. Then she lowered her body, taking in more than half his cock before she cried out and froze again. I watched as she sucked air through her open mouth, her face twisted with pain and effort. Then she simply collapsed her arms and fell, her body weight impaling her on his fencepost-sized cock. 

Her screech of pain and pleasure cut through me like a knife! She didn't move for a long time, and mercifully neither did the giant cock. I could clearly see her vagina lips painfully stretched around the thickness of his cock, contracting as though to expel it from her body -- or maybe just to get it deeper. It appeared unnatural to have something that large inside another person, almost like torture. Raul was the first to move. He grasped both her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and then tugging on them until she began making tiny circles with her cute butt. He took one nipple between his teeth, sucking and nibbling on it until the rotation of her circles grew larger. 

I could hear the small noises she made as she quickly grew accustomed to his size, rising off it for a couple inches and then lowering herself back down. Each time she did this his cock appeared wetter, slipperier, going deeper inside her stretched vagina. After about a dozen times of this, each one longer than the last, she was frantically slamming her ass downward on his cock as he thrust upward, jarring her entire body. 

Soon they were fucking mindlessly like two animals in heat, grunting, moaning, and gasping with each newly discovered thrill. The wet slapping of their flesh was terribly erotic. I saw his dark cock glistening with her body fluids whenever she lifted off him, a white froth growing at the base of his cock as she worked her groin against his hardness. What had happened to the demure innocent housewife I'd married as a virgin? I had the sense that I was dreaming all this, that it wasn't real! 

She suddenly cried out lustfully and I knew I was wrong. This was Susan, my wife. In just a few scant hours she had become a slut, eagerly riding another man's cock right in front of me. Was it the drug, or did she know what she was doing? I didn't blame her too much. If Carman mounted me at that moment I'd be fucking her just as hard. These two newcomers in our life were clearly monsters!

As she lifted off him, he placed his hands on her hips, holding her motionless so that she was only half-impaled on his cock. She moaned and kept rotating her ass, desperately trying to capture more of what was giving her so much pleasure. Evidence of her straining was reflected in her face. Her inter-thighs quivering from effort, I heard her whimpering with an overpowering need to be impaled. For the tenth time I asked myself, was it the narcotic tea they'd feed us, or was it simply this giant dick that had caused such arousal? 

I'd showered with enough guys in the army to know that most men are an average five or six inches. I was a little better that that, at seven, and Susan had often told me I felt too big for her. So, what the fuck? What was going on here? Carman breathed against my throbbing cock and I immediately ceased such speculation as my semen began to boil once more. If she'd only let me cum maybe I could think straight again. 

"Do you like that cock?" I heard Raul rasp. Susan's soft groan sounded like a yes to me. 

He held her aloft, his cock half-buried inside her as she squirmed and pushed down frantically to capture more of it. Raul smirked, watching her gyrations with amusement. Ten feet away, I saw everything clearly; a clear drop of her body fluids breaking free to run down his thick pulsating member; more followed that one until small rivers coated her thighs, and Raul's hairy balls; turning into white froth forming around the base of his cock. 

I could see everything clearly. It was as if I were watching her debasement happening through a telescope, at slow motion. I saw her vagina lips glistening wet as his thick cock pulled them out; saw the folds of her pussy clasping his meat hungrily, as if to hold it inside longer; her puckered anus gasping like a dying fish out of water; her painted toes curling with pleasure. 

"Susan, Susan, please don't do this," my mind silently pleaded. I was losing her and there wasn't anything I could do to prevent it from happening. 

I saw Raul clench his teeth with an effort to keep from cumming. I heard him hiss, "Fuck me you little cunt! Fuck me!" 

He dropped her onto his dick -- and she went wild! She rode his cock like a crazed cowgirl, rotating her ass, sliding all the way up it until the crown almost pulled free and then free-falling back down. Her face was twisted, ugly with lust, a deep animal hunger I'd never seen reflected there, until tonight. In my heart I knew that if I could stand and walk over right in front of her, it wouldn't matter. She couldn't stop what she was doing, even if she wanted to -- not until it was over. 

When her orgasm hit, it was clearly evident! She stiffened for an instant, and then shuddered so hard I feared she might come apart. Groaning, sobbing, and whimpering with pure joy, it seemed to last forever. My cock involuntarily jerked each time I saw her body convulse with such pleasure. 

When she finally fell forward onto Raul's sweaty chest, limp and no longer responding to his thrusts, I dimly realized that Raul had not cum with her. Instead, he stood up, lifting her as he did, turning to drop her back on the sofa - her pussy gaping open, wet and pink, her clit engorged and extending more than an inch from its shield. 

Then he knelt, positioning his glistening cock-head at her soggy opening once more. Gasping and attempting to recover her breath, I saw that her thighs still trembled from the exertions, her soft belly ripping in the latent pleasure of post-coitus. He pushed inside and she half-heatedly groaned in protest, drawing a short laugh from Raul as he pushed inside her swollen vagina lips.

Moving forward on his knees Raul shoved his monster cock all the way inside her with a single thrust, as she cried out sharply. Then she was helping him again, rising up to meet his savage thrusts, wrapping her arms around his neck, swallowing his offered tongue, devouring it. Her kissing him back like that hurt nearly as much as watching her fuck someone else. Fucking was primarily for the physical pleasure it provided, but kissing was personal. You should save kissing for the person you love. 

Susan locked her long legs around Raul's back, her thighs hugging him tightly, nails clawing his back, leaving marks in his dark flesh. For the next ten minutes, I don't think my wife stopped cumming once! It was just one long continuous climax as she sucked his tongue and offered her body for his pleasure. When Raul finally stiffened, pouring another load inside her swollen vagina, she fell back and closed her eyes, totally spent. It seemed she'd passed out from the sheer intensity of her passion. He finally caught his breath and picked her up in his thick arms. Then he kissed her lips softly and then carried her through the hallway door, out of sight. 

"Don't worry about her, Chucky-boy. She'll stay with Raul tonight. He'll take good care of her. Now, I promised you a good cum, didn't I?"

I felt her breath on my cock, the image of Susan being carried away in another man's arms quickly evaporating from my consciousness as all feeling become centered in the area of my groin. Her lips were addictively sweet as they gently tugged and pulled at my swollen cock head. She swallowed it to the base and slid her tongue back up the thick vein on the bottom. That's all it took. 

Just as I started to shoot she pulled back, jerking me off as a tremendous amount of semen rolled out of the tiny slit in the tip of my cock. My initial ejaculation shot four feet in the air, the pressure had built so much! Most of it landed on my belly and chest, and her hands. As I struggled to catch my breath afterward, I watched as she stared me in the eyes, slowly licking my juice off her hands. 

"You will never get inside my pussy, Chucky-boy. That belongs to Raul. Your cock wouldn't do anything for me after having his. Your little thing is too small." She smiled wickedly. "I imagine your wifey will feel the same way after tonight." 

I watched her walk away, still unable to command my legs to move. She stopped at the doorway, looking back. "At midnight the cyber locks kick in. Five minutes before that, there will be a soft chime to warn you. That's almost three hours from now, so you should be moving by then. That means all the bedroom doors lock automatically and won't unlock until 6:00 AM. It also means that the doggy- entrance at the front door un-locks so the dogs can roam freely throughout the house. It's a security thing. Make sure you're in your bedroom before that. If you're outside your room after midnight, they will probably eat you." She walked away.

I was alone at last. With my nuts emptied I could finally think. I just couldn't move yet. Then I heard the sounds coming from Raul's bedroom. Susan! She cried out sharply, and then continued grunting, moaning and sobbing almost non-stop for the next three hours. I didn't fool myself. I knew they weren't cries of pain or distress. What I was hearing was passion, joy, pure animal lust! Raul was fucking my wife out of her mind while I lay helplessly listening! Sometime later I noticed my cock was aching again. 

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I awoke the following morning, the sun shining brightly through my bedroom window. I was alone in the king-size bed lying on top of the covers, fully clothed. Glancing at the clock I realized I had slept late, almost 9:00 AM. Memories from the previous night instantly washed over me like a giant wave. Had it been real? Of course, it had. I ached all over from the ordeal, and my mouth felt like cotton. I tried to sit up and fell backward on the bed groaning, as pain stabbed through my head like the worse hangover I'd ever had! 

Unable to move until it passed, I relived what I could recall from the previous night. I remembered finally being able to stand on wobbly legs, staggering towards the master bedroom door I'd seen Raul disappear through while carrying Susan. It was very sturdily made of heavy wood, solidly built and I couldn't budge it, especially in my weakened condition. I struck it with my fists and it barely made an audible sound. 

In resignation I'd leaned against the door and weakly called out Susan's name but it sounded more like a croak than anything else. I'd received no response from inside other than small cries and whimpers of passion, as Raul hammered his swollen inside my wife. Then the chimes sounded softly and remembering Carman's words, chills shot up my spine. 

Carman had said that once I heard the chimes I had five minutes before the doggy door unlocked -- and when my bedroom door automatically locked itself for the night. If I was outside my room after that, the dogs would tear me apart! I heard my wife softly squeal again, as I panicked and staggered toward my room, hearing one of the large animals push against the doggy door. 

I'd closed my bedroom door and stood with my back against it, gulping air from my excursion. Thirty seconds later the lock slammed into place behind me. I tried the door and found it secure, unable to open it. Then I heard the dogs enter their small door and pad down the hallway outside my door. 

The effort of remembering everything must've exhausted me and I probably dozed for another few minutes. When I opened my eyes I was staring at an envelope on the nightstand right in front of me. I'd missed it earlier. It had my name printed in bold caps. Groggily, I opened it and read, 'Brad, try the DVR.'

Cold dread rushing along my spine, I pushed the 'play' button and the large flat-screen lit up. It was Susan and Raul. They were on a king-sized bed and Susan was trying to cram as much of his cock down her throat as possible. He was just holding still, letting her gobble him. After a while, staring up into his eyes the whole time, she lifted his hairy sacs and nibbled on them, then lower, underneath them, licking and sucking the patch of skin under his balls as he spoke softly to her, calling her degrading names; slut, cunt, whole. Even after the preceding night, I still couldn't believe I was watching Susan do these things. It was like a porno film I'd seen in college. It was evident she wasn't being forced. 

If there were any doubt of that, the following scenes dispelled it, as I fast-forwarded through several real-time hours on the video in mere minutes. The images assaulted me like explosions. -- Susan on her hands and knees -- Raul pounding her from behind, doggy-style; Susan riding Raul's dick like a cowgirl, her head thrown back -- screaming with lust as she wriggled against his thrusts; Susan devouring his cock, his balls, licking his hairy asshole; watching her fight through the agony of Raul forcing his thick cock inside her tiny puckered anus, sobbing but ultimately ending up helping him, until he was base-deep inside her ass; fucking her butt like an animal as she cried with apparent joy of his violation. Susan -- my Susan -- my wife -- looking like the cheapest of low-paid whores. I watched the video for a long time, my heart aching. 

Drained, I couldn't move although I knew I had to. Finally, I rose and took a long shower, changed clothes and re-packed mine and Susan's overnight bags. We were leaving this place if I had to fight Raul to do it. I knew I had little chance of bettering him in any kind of physical confrontation, but I would try if I had to, even though he'd probably kill me. I found Susan in the kitchen with Carman. Carman was drinking coffee as she stood near the patio door. Susan was seated at the table, shoveling in bacon and eggs with gusto. She'd always been a picky eater and I'd never seen her eat anything with such relish before. She glanced up and saw me, breaking into a bright smile. Carman slipped out the door, onto the outside patio, leaving us alone.




Broken



"Well, good afternoon, Sleepy-head," she said. She looked radiant. God, I loved her so much my heart ached. Stranger still, there wasn't an ounce of guilt in her face. I decided to tread softly until I found out what she remembered about our evening. 

"Yeah, pretty tired, I guess." I sat beside her at the table and poured a cup of coffee from the ceramic pot. It smelled good. Susan laid a hand on my arm, looking concerned.

"I'm sorry about last night," she said. "I hope I didn't embarrass you too much." 

Pounding inside my chest was nearly loud enough for her to hear, my mouth as dry as paper. Embarrass me? Oh no, Honey. You just fucked a guy for half the night, screaming your lungs out with enjoyment until all the hired help knew what was going on! Embarrass me? No way!

Her smile was beautifully innocent. "You know how I am when I drink too much. I went out like a light after dinner." She smiled mischievously. "I think you must've enjoyed yourself a little too, despite me being comatose throughout it. I'm pretty sore . . . if you know what I mean."

I was stunned beyond words! She didn't remember a thing? She thought I'd screwed her last night? I stared at her in disbelief, but I knew my wife. She was being truthful! How did I tell her the truth? I had to be careful here. 

"Sore? What do you mean?"

She grinned, looking like an imp, moving her jaw back and forth with one hand. Well if her jaws were sore it was because of Raul's big cock, not mine. But how did I tell her? She gazed around cautiously as she leaned toward me, whispering low. 

"My butt, too! Brad, if I find out you did anal on me while I was passed out I'll stab you in your sleep!"

My god! Raul had butt-fucked her and she thought it'd been me. The image in my mind was so strong I couldn't speak for a minute, but then Carman came back and I'd missed my chance. 

"Hey, time for the sauna and massage, and then we do the preliminaries for your boob-job." She walked into the house as Susan hastily stood, wiping her pretty mouth with a napkin. 

"Gotta run, Sweetie. Raul wants to show you some things while we're busy with this, so have fun."

I hastily grasped her wrist. "Honey, I want to go home. Let's leave." 

She stared at me like I was crazy! "What? Carman's ready to do my boobs for free! And I'm having a great time! What is your problem?" 

I didn't answer and she finally walked out, shaking her head. Somehow I had to convince her to leave with me, maybe show her the DVD. I knew it would probably destroy her, but I saw no other way she would believe me. Hell, I didn't know if I believed it myself. Susan seemed unchanged -- yet there was something unfamiliar, deep in her eyes. It was clear she didn't remember much about last night, but subconsciously, did she really know? I'd still seen love reflected back at me, but something else, too. Uncertainty? Guilt? It left me feeling unsettled and afraid.

Five minutes later I found Raul in the stables, wearing jeans and boots, currying one of the stallions. He grinned as I approached. "Want to go for a ride?" he said. 

"I want to get the fuck out of here," I growled balling my fists. When I was close enough I swung a round house. I hadn't had a fight since high school and even back then it was mostly pushing and shoving. Raul easily parried my blow and caught my elbow in his hand, pinching the tender nerves-endings found there savagely, as I cried out with pain. So severe was it that I sank to my knees, unable to move. He was still grinning, but now looking pure evil. 

"It's a type of Martial Arts practiced by the South African National Police before they were kicked out. I'm a Master fourth degree. Durian is a fifth degree, but he doesn't need the skills. He could kill an elephant with one blow. That right, Durian?" 

He looked farther into the dark barn and I followed his eyes until I saw a large black apparition standing motionless in the shadows. He didn't answer, just stared at me. I was scared. 

"Stand" Raul ordered, maintaining his grip on my elbow. 

I stood. I'd already felt the pain of what he could do. I knew he could hurt me. He led me into the stables, out of sight of the main house. "Kneel," he said softly.

I knelt. 

"Now, I want to establish who the Alpha wolf is. The only way I can do that is through obedience and humiliation. "He squeezed my elbow and pain shot through my entire arm. 

"Okay, okay!" I cried through clinched teeth. "Tell me what you want."

"Unzip my pants and take out my cock." 

He had to squeeze again before I could convince myself that he was serious. He was. I almost blacked out from the pain this time, but he knew what he was doing and wouldn't let me do that. I suddenly saw my shaking hand unzipping his pants. "Reach inside and take out my cock," he said softly, tightening his grip just enough that I knew what could follow. 

Sour gorge rising in my throat I felt his cock and curled my fingers around it, thick and soft, feeling it flop outside as I released it from its confines. It was monstrous. How could Susan have ever taken it, let alone swallowing the entire thing. I remembered earlier that morning she'd playfully accused me of butt-fucking her while she was passed out. No way could it have been this cock! It would have killed her!

"Take it in your mouth and do what we both know you're going to do."

"Wait . . ." I started to say, instantly feeling pain shooting up my arm. I fought it off. "I yield, you win. Please . . . please" I whimpered. 

I felt like a pussy, but even if I could somehow overpower Raul, there was still Durian nearby. I glanced in his direction and found that he'd also removed his cock from his pants, and if I thought Raul was a monster, I could not describe Durian's weapon! 

"Please . . ." I whispered hoarsely, sounding pitiful in my own ears. Never in my life could I have imagined that I would beg, but here it was happening.

"Take it in your fucking mouth," Raul said, tightening his hold again, pain galvanizing me. 

The pain was just too great, so I obediently opened wide and moved forward. He roughly pushed me away, laughing. "I only let females suck this cock, faggot. Women like that pretty wife of yours. God, she has the nicest lips I ever had around this thing, and she's a swallower on top of that! Did you see the way she sucked down every little drop of my cum last night? The bitch is a natural." Standing with his cock dangling a foot from my face, he chuckled lewdly and I knew all this had been was an act to humiliate me into submission. 

"Tuck this away for me, bitch!" 

Durian stood closer now, his monstrous black cock about half swollen, so I scrambled to do Raul's bidding before it went any farther. I knew when I was beaten. Raul was speaking again. ". . . just showing you that if I wanted you to, you'd even let me ass-fuck you like I did to your little honey. She loved it too, Sport. I may still let Durian do you, though. He don't much care what kind of hole he bangs. He just likes destroying stuff. Ass-holes particularly."

I was almost petrified by this time. "Please . . . don't. You've made your point. I can't fight you."

"No more talking to Susan about leaving, you understand? No more funny stuff. If I want to fuck your wife, you'll sit and watch with not one word, or I'll let Durian have you for an entire week." He squeezed my elbow a little to show he was serious. "Right?"

"Right!" I screamed. "Right . . . right . . . anything you want. Please don't hurt me anymore."

He dropped my arm and started to walk away, and then turned back. "I have a couple more copies of that video you viewed in your room earlier. It would be a shame if one got mailed to her family, or somehow showed up on the Internet." 

He stared at me for another minute and then left, Durian following close behind, tucking in his cock as he stared at me. I shuddered with relief to see them leave, my shoulders slumping forward as I fought to regain my breathing. I was totally defeated. I stayed in the stables long after they'd left, conquered, humiliated, and really scared. I was lost against these two. My wife was lost too unless I could think of some way to get us out of here. 

Dinner was pretty much a repeat of the previous night, including the "Tea." My glass of tea, along with the food on my plate was left untouched this time. I watched as Susan had several refills, wanting to somehow stop this train wreck from happening, but helpless to do so. I hesitated to act because I saw Durian lurking around long after he'd served us, remembering Raul's warning of what that animal would do to me. 

After the meal Raul and Susan walked ahead of us toward the living area, Carman and I following as we had the previous night, but this time Raul's hand was cupping my wife's ass as she staggered along giggling. Susan wore shorts tonight, the ones that made her nice ass look even better. For once I wished she hadn't. We all sit in the large living room this time, Susan and Raul on the same sofa as last time, Carman and I on one directly across from them. I could see by Susan's unfocused eyes that she was only half aware of what was happening around her. She had carried her glass in and was still taking sips from it. I wanted to warn her not to, but was too afraid. 

After a while Carman said, "Brad tells me he has to get back to his job early, Susan. It's a pity because I really wanted to do your breasts tomorrow and observe them for a few days."

I saw the confusion on my wife's face as she struggled to comprehend. Carman hastily continued, cleverly shaping her words as she subtly suggested that I return home to my job while Susan stay for a couple weeks to finish her reconstruction process. In Susan's state of mind, to my great chagrin, she readily agreed. In the short time it took for Carman to explain her plan I watched Susan's eyes grow even more distant and vacant, knowing it was the drug finally hitting her. 

Raul's hand now rested on her thigh as he smiled at me with contempt, daring me to intercede. Standing nearby like a large shadow, Durian's black eyes were cold and unblinking but he stared directly at me, his large folded hands subtly cupping his crouch. I shuddered, remembering Raul's threat to "give" me to his man for an entire week.

After a little more discussion, Durian silently escorted me back to my room where I picked up my previously packed overnight bag, and then followed me back into the living room. The scene froze me for an instant before Durian gave me a probe in the back. Susan was frantically dry-humping Raul's huge erection through his trousers as he fumbled with his zipper. Under the influence of our hosts' tea, she didn't even notice me being escorted past them. Raul did though, his eyes silently following me out, that contemptuous smile lingering on his lips. 

The large black butler held the door open, and as I went past him I heard Susan cry, "Yes . . . yesssss . . . YES!"

I considered going to the police, but what could I tell them? Even if they initially believed me, Carman had the video with my wife and Raul fucking like animals, proof that she wasn't an unwilling participant. Once the effects of the tea wore off she probably wouldn't remember a thing, innocently telling them she was there of her own free will to get an operation. I'd come off looking like a complete fool, if I didn't get arrested myself! I even thought about getting a gun and acting like Clint Eastwood, but I didn't own a gun and didn't know where to get one. Even if I could obtain a firearm I wouldn't know how to use it with any proficiency. 

I was pretty sure Raul and Durian could use a firearm though, and probably had several of them stashed around their house. Raul had suggested they'd both been ex-military at one time, proficient with martial arts, so probably guns too. I felt crushed, helpless. I'm as macho as most men, and just as ineffective when it comes to violence for most of us would-be tough guys. Stuck in my mind was the ease with which Raul had overcome me and humiliated me by making me almost suck his cock. It still made me sick to think about that. So I waited -- no appetite, less sleep and worried to death about Susan. I determined that I'd go back after the two weeks, and hopefully find a way to bring her home. I didn't know what else to do. 

I didn't call ahead. Renting a car at the airport, I drove myself to the mansion in the woods, losing my way several times but finally arriving. I drove up right at dusk, finding the dogs in their original places along the driveway. For a long time, I sat inside the locked car and watched the dogs silently watching me. Then I leaned on the horn until the front door opened and Durian came out. He didn't say a word, just jerked his head as indication I was to follow him inside. Carman met me inside with a large smile. 

"Brad darling, you didn't call ahead! How nice to see you though! You're just in time for the party tonight! How lovely."

I didn't smile in return. "Where's Susan?" I demanded.

Her phony smile never wavered. "She and Raul are . . . occupied. They'll be along promptly. Can I get you something while you wait? Some tea . . . maybe."

I didn't answer, just headed for the interior of the house to look for Susan, but Durian stepped into the room in front of me, pointing toward one of the two sofas in the large room. Seething, I complied, sitting down. Carman dropped down beside me, curling her shapely legs beneath her butt, still smiling broadly like she was glad to see me. I wasn't fooled a bit. She was a witch and made my skin crawl. 

"How apropos, you showing up like this just before our party. We're having a few guests over tonight and I'm sure you'll enjoy them."

I didn't give a fig about her fucking party, but the black giant was somewhere nearby and I didn't want to rock the boat yet. "I can't stay. Neither can Susan. Get her so we can leave."

She got up and left the room, returning a minute later to stand beside me at the end of the couch. I didn't even acknowledge her. "They'll be coming from their room shortly," she said, pointing toward the hallway leading to the master bedroom. Involuntarily, I looked at the door I'd beaten on that night, pitifully calling out Susan's name while she panted for Raul to fuck her. The memory seared my mind like hot embers, recalling how her pleading had felt like a sharp blade through my heart. Carman had just referred to it as "Their room." 

Anger burned in my gut, making me blind to everything else -- a mistake. Lost in my thoughts, I felt something cool against my right wrist and looked down. Carman had slipped a handcuff over my wrist. I tried jerking my hand away but the other cuff was attached firmly to the couch's metal armrest. I was effectively restrained, but I angrily jerked on it several more times anyway! 

"What the fuck? Unlock it now! This is kidnapping and unlike Susan, I will call the police!"

"Oh darling, don't be such a spoil sport. It's a party and everyone will be arriving soon. Now, don't make me have to call Durian. I will, if you don't behave." 

I heard the door open that she'd pointed to earlier. Susan glided out wearing a long black gown, looking so beautiful it took my breath. Her nipples protruded against the soft fabric, and it was obvious Carman had completed the operation. Her tits were perfection -- her lips pouty and inviting -- the flat stomach moving sensuously under soft material, a picture of desire. All of her was perfect -- except for her eyes. They were almost as vacant as before. These monsters must be feeding her their "tea" constantly. Anger surged through me as I tugged on the cuffs. "Susan," I said softly, but she didn't look at me.

"Susan!" This time she looked in my direction with a small dreamy smile, but her mind was occupied with events far away.

I felt something hard pressing against my lips and opened my mouth to yell. It felt like hard rubber slipping between my lips as a soft hand firmly gripped the back of my neck. 

"It's a ball-gag," Carman's wet lips whispered in my ear. "Don't worry darling. We sterilize it each time it's used." 

Filled with the horror of being constrained, I stared helplessly at my wife moving through the room apparently unaware of my dilemma. After that first fleeting gaze, Susan went directly to the couch across from me, and daintily sat down, crossing her long legs. She gave no indication she was aware of anyone else in the room. Her formal gown was slit high up one leg and I could see an expanse of delicious tan thigh showing. Her hair had been professionally done and her long nails delicately painted. She looked like a movie star. I tried to scream around the gag but very little sound came out, and all it did was get me a slap on the side of my face from Carman. 

"Don't." was all she said. "The guests will be arriving soon so please behave yourself or there will be consequences."

Raul came in wearing a black tux. He smiled coldly at me, and sat beside Susan, his hand resting possessively on her thigh. As though programed, my wife unzipped Raul's pants and extracted his flaccid cock, plying it with her slim fingers. 

"Couldn't get a hard-on if I tried, right now," Raul smirked. "She's about fucked me to death already today. But what the hell? She loves to hold it like this."

I grunted around the ball-gag and it drew another slap from Carman. This time, it was harder, causing my eyes to ring. "I'll let Carman remove the gag if you promise to behave. Deal?"

I nodded vigorously and felt Carman fumbling with the clasp on the back of my neck. He admonished me not to yell once more before she removed it from my mouth. I swallowed the silent curses for a full minute before I felt in control enough to speak, then I said rationally, "She's full of that drug you give her. She doesn't even know where she's at." I accused. I was surprised when he actually laughed aloud.

"Drugs? We don't give her that anymore."

"Then what's wrong with her? Why is she doing that?" I stared at her slowing kneading his soft cock, which had filled a little with his blood. Like that, it was still larger than mine. Raul's hand went lovingly to the back of her head, rubbing gently as she looked as if she were about to purr with contentment. 

"I broke her. Didn't I honey?" He favored her with a warm smile, and she dreamily smiled back. "That's what happened to your baby, Brad. She's mine now."

"Bullshit! She's drugged!"

"Don't raise your voice again," he warned sternly. "She doesn't have any drugs in her system. As I said, she's been broken."

Dread engulfed me, cold chills along my spine, fighting with my anger for control. "How . . . how . . . did you do that?"

"I must admit I didn't really. Durian did. She kept asking about you, finally refusing to drink any more tea with her dinner, so I gave her to Durian for a night for discipline. Durian can be quite hard on a woman -- or a man." 

I listened as he explained what happened. 

"Durian is relentless. He literally fucks all night long and doesn't care much which orifice he uses. In fact, he likes all of them. One of our guests tonight -- little Alice -- grew enamored with Durian's huge cock at one of our parties and stayed for the evening. When the auto-locks opened the following morning she was nearly comatose. He destroyed her! After that, all the women who come here stay as far away from him as possible, afraid of it happening to them.

"When I gave Susan to him, he dragged her to one of the guest rooms and went to work immediately. No warm-up, no tender moments, nothing. One minute she was walking into the room and the next, he was fucking her in one of her tight little holes. It went on, non-stop for hours! This place is very well insulated, but Carman and I could hear her for most of the night as we sit here and sipped wine. 




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"The first two hours primarily consisted of her pleading, screaming, and begging -- followed by another hour of urgent moans and what sounded much like cries of pleasure, although we can't be sure. That was followed by whimpering, sobbing and some god-awful sounding screeches -- and then finally, silence. I imagine it didn't even end when she passed out. Durian doesn't care much if the object of his affection is awake, or not."

I tried to speak even though I knew I'd probably be punished, but I was so horror-stricken by his words that I couldn't produce any sound. I stared at Raul like I was a paralyzed rat and he was a giant snake.

"I went in the following morning to check that he hadn't killed her by mistake, and you know what I found? She was sprawled on the floor where he'd discarded her after using her all night, covered with dried cum, her pussy sopping wet, clit protruding a good two inches -- she was a total wreck! Both, her pussy and mouth lips, were pouty and swollen, her new tits and nipples raw, and bite-marks practically covered every square inch of her body. Knowing Durian's proclivities I was curious, so I flipped her over and checked her anus." He laughed ugly. "Man, her poor little asshole was gaping so wide-open you could've pushed a tea-cup in there!" He laughed again.

I placed my hands to the cushion, ready to heave myself up and charge him, but reason overcome my anger just a second before I launched myself, as I realized I was still fastened to the couch arm. Until I figured out how to get free of the cuffs I was helpless. Movement out of the corner of my eye confirmed that Durian was nearby, just waiting for his chance.

Raul chuckled. "Go ahead. Do it. Durian will have your asshole looking just like hers did that morning, after he broke her for me."

I settled back, waiting my chance. Somehow I had to get Susan out of this. Raul smiled like he'd known all along I wouldn't do anything, and then he went on. "Have you heard of the Stockholm Syndrome? That's when the captive treats the victim so savagely that when he stops and starts treating them nice, they subconsciously think their captive is a savior, sometimes even falling in love with them. That's what happened to the news mogul's daughter, Patty Hearst."

He laughed again, a cold and ugly sound. "Susan loves me now. All you have to do is look into her eyes every time she looks at me, and you can see it. Even if you called the cops she'd just tell them the same thing -- she wants to be here. Shit Brad, she can't keep her hands off me for fear I'll give her back to Durian again. She'll do anything I tell her. Want to see?"

"No. No, please. I believe you. Leave her alone, please."

"Well, you'll see soon enough anyway when our guests arrive in a few minutes. Behave or I'll have Durian drag you to the guest room, and you won't like what happens next. After a night or two in Durian's bed, you will be psychologically changed as a man. You won't even be a man anymore. You'll be a compliant bitch, at his beck and call anytime he wants you. After a while, you'll deceive yourself into believing that you want it too -- that you enjoy it -- and that's when you'll understand where Susan is in her mind now -- broken." Raul smiled at Susan as he said that, and she smiled back sweetly. 

Still smiling, he tenderly stroked her cheek as she lovingly rubbed her face against his palm. "I've kept her longer than any of the others. Something about her appeals to me -- beautifully innocent and unspoiled -- something that pushes my buttons for sure. I know I'll eventually tire of her. Then maybe I'll let Durian have her until he uses her up." He patted her cheek tenderly. "Shame, really." 

He looked across at me with a cold, evil glare. "We have some high-class houses in Asia. The Japanese are fascinated by tall beautiful blondes. They have the money to buy them, too." Carman had left the room while I was focused on Raul, but Durian remained in the shadows watching. Carman came back after a few minutes, placing a small glass of the greenish tea beside me. 

"Drink," she said. 

I started to shake my head, but she stared pointedly at the hulk standing nearby, so I took a sip. "More," she said.

I took another sip and that seemed to satisfy her for the moment. She sat down on the couch beside me, unzipped my pants and reached inside. She wore white, above-the-elbow length gloves that felt like velvet against my dick. I responded instantly. Vigorously shaking my head for her to stop, she just smiled and kept right on, anyway. I had one free hand so I could've slapped her, but I knew the ramifications of doing that all too well, so I just tried ignoring what she was doing. Soon, my cock was turgid! I could hear Raul chuckling somewhere in the distance. 

"Oh, you naughty cuckold," she muttered, continuing her administrations. "How bad! And with your little wife sitting right there looking at you, too!"

I looked up and saw Susan staring at us. I shook my head in denial muttering, "No. I don't . . . want . . ." 

But Carman's mouth was suddenly on me, sucking so gently, tugging and pulling the cum from my testicles, her tongue sliding up and down my cock until I felt my balls were churning the same as the last time this had happened. I groaned silently. How had I let this happen again? Please, not again. Just before I shot my load she stopped and leaned back wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling. 

Then the doorbell chimed softly, announcing the arrival of their guests. Carman and Raul stood and moved towards the entrance to greet their guests, leaving Susan and I alone, except for the silent hulk standing almost invisible in the shadows of the hallway. 

"Susan?" I whispered hoarsely. She was still looking at me, her eyes more alert now that Raul was gone. "Susan, do you hear me?"

"Hello, Brad," she said softly. 

"Oh baby, we have to find some way to get away."

"I can't."

"Why? I'll help you!" I realized how ridiculous that sounded, me being secured to the couch's arm by handcuffs, my cock pointing towards the ceiling. "I'll figure out something. Trust me."

"No. You go. I can't leave. I love you, Brad. I'm sorry." 

A loud crowd entered the room. Everyone seemed to be talking at once, clear that they were comfortable with each other. Susan's eyes slowly slid away from me and I saw she now gazed up at Raul with something akin to adoration. The realization of what he'd told me sank in. Maybe she did love him in some quirky manner. I refused to use the term, broken. Her adoring look felt like a dull knife straight through my heart. 

Three strange couples accompanied Raul and Carman, and I emphasize the word "strange." There was a lean blonde in a formal white gown and expensive jewelry. She seemed to be with a short fat man about fifty. A gorgeous chocolate-skinned woman glided in. She was well over six-feet tall, looking like an African warrior princess. She was followed by a mountain of a man, his flat expressionless face blacker than ink. 

There was an old man who appeared around eighty. He'd probably once been a large man once, but was now shrunken with age, his face a cadaver of what had been, hands nothing more than bones with large veins. Lips that looked like bloodless liver and receding gum-lines made his large teeth appear like tombstones inside the repulsive mouth. A small woman with raven black hair and an angelic face walked meekly behind the entourage, her head bowed. All the others were laughing and enjoying themselves but she was silent, her eyes remaining downcast. All the newcomers wore formal evening attire, the men in black or white tux and the women in full evening gowns and long gloves that covered the entire arm. 

After a few moments I saw that my initial impression had been wrong. The small mousey woman with angelic face belonged to the big black guy, now clear that she was submissive and he was her master. I'd read about that but had never seen it, recognizing it only when the black man placed a leather collar around her slim neck. Keeping her eyes averted, she'd smiled and softly whispered "Thank you."

The men all looked like escapees from a freak show. The women were absolutely gorgeous, especially the blonde who was much more beautiful than I had initially thought -- in fact I quickly realized she was achingly beautiful. She was apparently with the fat man, and the chocolate warrior princess seemed to be with the old living cadaver. Go figure. As I said, a strange bunch! None seemed remotely surprised, or even interested that I was sitting there handcuffed to a couch, with a raging hard-on protruding from my fly. 

Raul sat down beside Susan, leaned forward and said something much too soft for me to hear. I groaned as I watched her unzip his fly and lovingly remove his large flaccid cock, kneading it like soft dough as it stiffened. I felt sick, unable to control the involuntary jerking of my own cock. Wanting to scream and curse but afraid to do so for fear of reprisal, I watched like a forgotten and non-participating spectator in this group. 

They played several risqué adult games, seeming to enjoy them immensely, each act involving sex of some kind. It was clear they were working themselves into some sort of climatic finale. In one game, they blind-folded all the women except Susan, and they had to identify the men simply by sucking their cocks. I was surprised at how accurate their guesses were. Susan watched with apparent interest, but did not participate -- except to willingly take Raul's penis into her mouth for very short intervals, every few minutes. 

Carman didn't play either. She sat beside me, stroking, and sometimes working my cock with her mouth until I almost, but never quite got off. My balls ached, the pain making it difficult to concentrate. I lost track of what was going on until the small mousey woman stood and dropped her gown in a puddle around her feet. She was nude under it, pussy shaved smooth, her tits clearly one of Carman's expert reconstructive jobs. The breasts were almost perfect! 

Placing a thick pillow under her butt, she blind-folded herself, and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. She must have been a dancer because she was able to spread her legs until each ankle touched the floor, her wet vagina open and pink for all to see. I tried to look away but my eyes kept coming back to her of their own accord. Placing a hand inside each knee, she held her legs in that splayed position, closing her eyes and waiting. 

The old man moved over to her holding a leather riding coupe. Grinning evilly, he dangled the leather tails into her face, trailing them across her cheeks and blind-folded eyes, caressing her chin with them and on down to her breasts, as she strained to get away from it. He slapped her nipples with the small whip, first one and then the other, each stroke growing harder. The girl shuddered violently as the strokes grew firmer across her breasts and soft belly, moaning and twisting in desperation, finally thrashing uncontrollably. He suddenly brought the whip down savagely, striking her open vagina, the loud slap as it struck her wet flesh echoing around the room. She screamed loud enough to raise the dead, causing me to bolt upright on the couch!

"If she does that again, Alfred" the black man said, "stuff your shorts in her mouth." 

"Or your cock," Raul said, as they all laughed.

The old man was breathing hard from exertion, spittle staining his liver-like lips, a wild gleam in his mean, watery eyes. Everyone in the room seemed transfixed by what they were observing. I watched him whip her breasts and vagina for the next ten or fifteen minutes, horrified until I realized her screams were not being caused by the pain he was inflicting, but by pleasure! She was enjoying this! The blows continued to fall at an increasing rate of speed and intensity, until they reached a crescendo. Suddenly she clamped her thighs together and drew up into a fetal position, her entire body quivering violently as she moaned and thrashed around as though dying. It was plain she was climaxing from the abuse! 

Except for a collective deep breathing from the group, a lengthy silence followed, and then it was broken by applause. "Great show, Al!" Raul said, standing, his huge cock flopping out in front, as Susan attempted to hold onto it. "Everybody get themselves a drink and cool off before we have more entertainment!"

Carman moved off to get refreshments and the pretty blonde came over to sit on a footstool directly in front of me, casually sipping her drink as she eyed me with growing interest. Her eyes locked on mine, she slowly crossed her legs and the slit up the side of her dress allowed me a clear view of her hairless vagina. My aching cock jerked, pre-cum running freely now, beginning to ease down the side. 

"What did you do?" she asked. 

Her voice was rich and husky, sexy as hell! She was tall and blonde like Susan, and just as beautiful, but somehow very different. Unlike Susan, there was no innocence here. She exuded an animal sexual attraction so thick you could almost smell it. There was only pure lust emanating from her! This creature was a walking wet-dream! The tip of a pink tongue flicked out to wet her full lips, her eyes appraising me as I fought off one fantasy after another.

"Nothing," I was finally able to mutter. "I didn't do anything. I need to get loose. Please help me."

Her gaze was on my hard cock as she slid the stool closer. I nearly swooned as her the soft gloved fingers wiped sticky pre-cum off the head of my throbbing cock. I felt my balls churning but she wouldn't allow anything more. 

"I'd love to help you. I would, but unlike Alice over there, I'm allergic to pain. Raul would let Durian have me if I went against his wishes and did something like that. Alice used to be just like me but she did something to piss Raul off and after Durian got through with her, well . . . you can see how she is now. Just mention that animal's name to any woman here and watch the blood drain from their faces. I don't need that." She smiled and leaned forward, licking the clear drop from the tip of my cock. "No matter how delicious you taste." She gracefully rose to her feet and moved away. 

The party got into full swing about that time, everyone so charged-up by the games being played, that they needed to get off -- everyone except me. I could touch my cock with the hand they'd left free, but I knew I'd have to suffer the consequences of doing that, so it was either die of the blue-balls or get quick relief and risk being butt-fucked to death by Durian's horse-sized cock. I stifled a groan but it didn't go unnoticed by the little raven-haired slave. 

"That looks painful," she said next to my shoulder. I hadn't noticed her there. Her eyes were affixed on my cock as though enjoying my discomfort. Somehow, that worried me. "Please, just go away," I muttered, closing my eyes to block her out. "Leave me alone."

Something trailed gently over the head of my cock and across my balls, feeling pleasant in my current condition. I opened my eyes and saw she held the same whip that had been used on her. Her eyes looked -- a little crazy.

"I want to give you the same pleasure I got," she cooed softly.

With her words, realization suddenly hit me. "Uh . . . no . . . I don't want . . ."

She brought the whip down on my cock so fast I didn't have time to move. My scream made everyone in the room look to see what was happening. The whip fell again, my cock-head on fire and stiffness beginning to leave it. As she brought it up to strike me again I reached across my body and wrenched it from her hand, drawing it back to strike her across that angelic face. She didn't even flinch, just turning her pretty face to me instead, her mouth half-open in anticipation of the pain to follow. I tossed the whip away in disgust. 

"Get the fuck out of here," I said through my gritted teeth. 

Giggling uncharacteristically, the tall chocolate warrior-princess suddenly dropped down beside me and quick as a flash, swallowed my deflating cock. Sick of being used like a whore for everybody's amusement, I initially pushed against her head -- but admittedly, with less intensity as the minutes passed. Soon, I was humping against her mouth, my balls banging against her chin, churning with unspent cum! She pulled away, smiling. 

"I'm Jade. Julie was right," she purred. "You do taste delicious."

Without warning, Jade climbed over me, moving up until her feet were planted on both sides of me on the couch, her wet pussy at eye level. In my current state of mind her scent was like sweet nectar assaulting my nostrils, a musky, floral, female aroma that made my cock ache with need. Holding just out of reach of my probing tongue, I could almost see inside her pink, slippery vagina flooded with womanly fluids, making my tongue ache with desire. She waved her inviting snatch in front of me like meat before a dying man. 

"You Like?" she whispered seductively. "Want to taste?"

"Yes. Yes . . . let me . . ."

She lowered closer to my hungry mouth, letting the tip of my tongue barely taste her delicious juices. "Ooooh, so nice, baby," she cooed. After a moment, she lower even farther, letting my tongue fully enter her, mashing her pubic mound against my mouth, moving sensuously on my lashing tongue. I wrapped my mouth entirely around her public mound, sucking her folds inside, nibbling them, my tongue slicing through her slit like warm butter. She tasted like ambrosia on my tongue, driving me crazy with need. I felt as if I could cum just by doing this.

Groaning loudly, both her hands grasped my head as she began frantically riding my mouth towards her finish -- female juices and my slobbers combining to run down my chin, dripping onto my bare chest. I desperately clutched her chocolate ass with my free hand, pulling her tighter against my mouth, burying my tongue as deeply as it would go, feeling the inside lining of her pussy growing wetter, slimier, hotter! Jade suddenly stiffened, letting out the primal scream that had been building inside her, flooding my face with the sweet nectar I so desperately sought. She came hard, for a long time, as I held her ass as captive with my hand as the cuffs held me. Although I willed it, my orgasm approached but never quite materialized. 

She pulled back to where my lips barely touched her pussy folds, savoring the contact as after-orgasmic tremors shook her slim body. Right in front of my eyes I could see her soft belly muscles rippling with convulsive waves as she fought to regain control of her trembling body. Exhausted and drained, my face wet and sticky with her fluids, I struggled to gulp fresh air into tortured lungs that had been deprived of oxygen for too long.

I felt my cock jerking frantically, so full of blood that it was aching, my balls seemed to be on fire. It was worse than death! She quickly slid off to settle between my knees, flicking the tip of her tongue out to catch a silvery drop just before it ran off the tip of my cock. She remained close, breathing on the pulsating crown, tantalizing me. I groaned in desperation, my free hand seeking her hair in an attempt to cram her face onto my aching penis! I jabbed my hips upward, the head of my rampant cock aimed at her sweet mouth, but she pulled away with a tiny laugh. 

"We were told that you must stay hard tonight." She stood and gazed hungrily at my flooding cock for a moment longer, with apparent regret. "Just doing my small part," she said throatily, swishing her pretty ass away, totally satisfied but leaving me even more frustrated than before. When I was sane enough to finally observe what was going on around me again, I saw the beautiful blonde, whom I now knew as Julie, on her knees sliding her tongue up and down a gigantic cock that was black as a piece of coal. Her pale skin contrasted so brilliantly against his dark skin, that several partiers had paused their activities to watch. The top of her gown had been pushed down to reveal her full firm breasts, for all to see. Susan held Raul's dick in her gloved hand, her mouth hovering barely an inch over it, as they both paused to observe the show. My face flushed red as I speculated they'd probably also been watching my recent degenerative display with Jade! 




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The big black man wrapped his fingers in Julie's long blonde hair, her fashionable hairdo now completely destroyed as he began forcibly fucking her face. He tightly clinched the cheeks of his dark ass each time he thrust deep in an apparent effort to touch bottom. I could see the giant crown on the end of his cock pushing down her soft white throat like a large lump moving under her pale skin. Soon, slobbers were falling in sticky ropes from her chin, dripping onto her perfect tits as she loudly slurped and gulped around the full length of his black cock. Anyone could see that she was enjoying her task, and she was good at it. No sane man could've lasted very long. 

The black guy's legs suddenly stiffened as he buried himself in her throat all the way to the base, making animalistic noises as he shuddered violently, emptying his seed down her milking throat. After a few more minutes of her licking and sucking his throbbing cock, he rudely shoved her away and walked off, leaving her crumpled on the floor. She sat on the floor for several minutes, her eyes glazed, mouth still swollen and sticky with his cum, a small smile forming on her beautiful lips.

Oh, how I wanted her right then! I was so hard I about to burst! Ready to defy them all and jerk my own cock I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled gently. Carman suddenly appeared at my side and savagely flicked the head of my cock with her forefinger. Pain instantly overcame any desire to jerk-off! 

"You fucking bitch!" I cried. 

Carman just looked at me, like I'd had a few of my old teachers do in grade school. Then she said, "It's either that or I call Alice back and have her bring her whip. Your choice." 

I dropped my eyes, knowing I'd once again been beaten. Above me I heard Carman cooing, "Be a good little Cuckold now and don't touch that nasty thing anymore."

"I'm not a Cuckold," I muttered. 

She simply laughed, moving away to sit next to the ugly old man, who was trying without success to stroke his rather large but limber cock into an erection. She began to assist him and I looked away in disgust. I looked back a few minutes later and saw she'd been somewhat successful. The old bastard's cock was semi-hard and at least as large as Raul's! I jerked my eyes back to Susan and Raul just as he was pulling her to her feet. I watched in horror as he walked her over in front of the old man and said something. 

Susan stared at Raul, her eyes filled with horror and disgust, shaking her head slowly, a soft mummer escaping that sounded like, "No . . . please . . ."

Raul nodded his head toward Durian, and said something else. Susan's face turned pale as a sheet, as she immediately sank to her knees, leaned forward and swiped her tongue along Alfred's knobby cock from top to bottom. The old man groaned and wrapped his bony fingers in her beautiful hair, burying his cock all the way to the matted gray hairs sparsely covering his groin. Seeing my beautiful wife forced to suck this retched old man's repulsive cock, I felt sick, gorge rising to enter my throat! I tried looking away but it was no use, I couldn't. And it soon got worse. 

After a while, he pulled on Susan's arms, lifting her up and forward, positioning her over the crown of his inflamed cock. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her down on it, his mean little eyes reflecting pleasure of having such a beautiful woman totally at his mercy. When she was only a few inches from having all of it inside her, he held her dangling there, positioned over his cock like a bug about to be impaled. I couldn't see Susan's face but I heard her pitiful mews as he suddenly hammered upward into her open pussy -- over and over -- without mercy. 

Everyone in the room was raptly watching, marveling at the old man's endurance. He kept banging away for a long time and eventually, Susan began moving her ass cheeks in tiny circles around on his cock. With disbelief, I saw the exact moment when she finally gave in. She sighed deeply and relaxed, sliding her arms around his bony shoulders and laying her head on his hairy chest. Before it was over, she was sucking his evil tongue and riding him like a cowgirl, meeting every thrust with one of her own. He bit her nipples, stuck one bony finger inside her puckered anus, crushing his mouth against hers -- and she responded to every action with frantic grunts and moans of pure lust. 

He suddenly arched his back, stiffened and grunted loudly, drawing a small squeal from Susan. The old man had a gallon of sperm stored inside his large balls and it literally gushed from Susan as she sobbed out her own release, frantically straining to draw every ounce of pleasure possible from his cock. When he was done, he simply pushed her off his lap onto the floor, politely acknowledging the appreciative applause from his audience. Susan lay as if dead, semen pumping from her abused hole, running down her thighs. Carman helped her stand, and led her toward one of the back bedrooms to clean up. She looked dazed and unstable, her once perfect hair now a total wreck. Julie came back, moving toward my couch, sexy and slow. I suspected everything she did was tantalizing and seductive. She sat on the footstool, crossing her long legs, once again providing me a clear view of her shaved vulva. "I heard the lady who just left is your wife. Susan, I believe? It seems the Boss has taken a liking to her. "

"Boss? That creepy old man is the boss?"

"Don't let his looks fool you. He's a very rich and powerful man -- a multi-billionaire. He is someone you wouldn't want to anger, someone who could make any of us vanish with a single word. Why do you think Raul gave up his new little honey-pot so readily? What Al wants, Al gets. Durian is Raul's man. He'd die for him, but if Alfred told him to kill Raul, he wouldn't hesitate a second. To do so would be to bring more pain on himself than any human was ever meant to endure. Remember that."

Mafia?"

She laughed. "Oh so much more than that, but that's business and we're here to have fun tonight."

"Why me and Susan? Doesn't Raul have enough people to abuse without fucking with honest citizens?" 

"He took a fancy to Susan right from the first. He has a thing for her, but it's more than that. He gets off trying to turn her into a slut in front of her loving husband. That's why he has you here and hasn't had Durian whack you yet. He's not happy that he sometimes still has to use the drug to get her going. He wants her to want it, too -- to show you he's a better man than you are. It's a game boys play called, 'my dick is bigger than your dick!' The end game is to fuck her while you watch and have you there hearing her scream for more of his cock. It's all so silly, but that's his game."

"Sick bastard!"

She laughed again, sounding rich and throaty. "You have no idea, darling. But just pray he doesn't decide to keep you here permanently, so you can witness his deconstruction of your wife piece by piece. He really does get off on that, but I also believe that on some level, he may even love Susan. For how long he will though, is yet to be determined. Carman said he mentioned he might marry her if she responded right."

"That's stupid! There is the small irritation of her already being married. For that matter, so is he!"

She gently grasped my sensitive organ, slowly sliding her hand over it, letting the glove soak up excess pre-cum. "Well, with a single word he could make her a widow, but for your information, he's not married."

That bit of news took me by surprise. "What about Carman? He'd have her killed too?"

There was that deep laugh again, making the hair raise on my arms -- not to mention causing my dick to grow even harder, if that were possible. "That's so funny! Carman's not his wife silly! She's his sister!" If I'd been drinking something at the time, I'd have strangled! I tried remembering back how many sexual situations I had seen them participating in together. She had fucked and sucked him right in front of me earlier today! I shook my head. "Then he truly is a sick puppy. I saw them fucking several times." She didn't respond and I seemed like the right time to make another bid, so I said, "Take off my cuffs. Please? We can both get out of here. I'll go to the cops and I won't mention your name."

"Honey, the Boss owns the cops! He also owns half the politicians in this state, all the way to the governor's office. They're on his payroll. That's why he could let you go home the last time and not worry about it. Who's going to do anything?" She abruptly squeezed my cock and I almost erupted in her hand, then she quickly eased off with a reluctant sigh. "So delicious," she muttered. "I'd truly love to make you cum. I know I could get you off two or three times tonight. What fun we could have."

"Do it," I whispered. "Let me cum. Please."

"Can't. Orders. As I said, I have an aversion to pain." She glided off, casting a seductive look over her shoulder that was filled with promise. 

For what seemed like a long time I watched the fat guy use several dildos in every part of Alice's body, as she alternately licked and stroked a cock that looked like a beer can. Some of the rubber devices were gigantic and must have been very painful, especially the ones inserted into her anus, but the small girl climaxed almost continuously throughout her ordeal. Movement caught the corner of my eye and I looked up to see Carman leading Susan back. She'd changed into a new gown and her hair was piled perfectly on top of her head, a few strands left wayward for affect. She looked elegantly beautiful. My heart ached. 

The fat guy saw Susan as soon as she entered the room, and made a beeline for her, his fat cock bouncing before him. He didn't say a word, simply placing a hand on each of her shoulders, indicating she was to get on her knees. She looked pleadingly at Raul, but finally did as the fat man wanted, obediently taking his short thick cock into her mouth, and sucking. I could see her cheeks collapse with suction each time she drew it in, billowing out like a chipmunk as it withdrew. Her arms remained at her sides but that didn't deter the guy one bit, whimpering and humping away like a frustrated puppy. He would've looked almost comical -- if it hadn't been my wife he was doing it to. 

He blew his load in less than two minutes but it was a large one, shooting from around the tight seal of her lips, running down her pretty chin. She frantically tried catching it with her hands to keep it from spoiling her new gown, and was mostly successful. He withdrew his limp cock with a slight popping sound, patted her cheek affectionately, and waddled off to sit in a nearby chair, as she looked around disgustedly for something to wipe her hands on. Carman, always present it seemed, handed her a bar towel and I watched as she cleaned the spunk from her hands, her face filled with revulsion. 

After that, they all settled down into couples to watch porno films, but not necessarily with the mates they'd arrived with. Julie was coupled with the black guy, Jade with the old man, and Alice with fat-boy. Susan and Raul were still on the sofa, her head face-down in his lap, moving slightly. Emotionally drained except for my rampant cock, I speculated tiredly that from that particular motion, she was probably licking his balls. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. 

Carman came around periodically to suck my cock a little, keeping me interested in things, but always stopping just short of letting me shoot my load. Around midnight the girls switched mates again, including Susan. This time she got the big black guy, and Carman rode her own brother's cock for about an hour. Julie, the odd girl out, sat on the stool and bedeviled me by flashing her pussy -- which by this time was wet and gooey. I was still in a lot of pain, my balls aching like hell. 

As I watched Susan sink down on the large black cock, I whispered urgently, "Fuck me, Julie. You can do it. No one will care."

"Ooooh, I'd love to, Darling. I can almost feel that lovely cock sliding inside me, but Raul would kill me."

"Go ask," I pleaded. "Maybe he'll relent now that it's so late. Please!"

Julie swished away and bent over Raul, who was being frantically ridden by his sister. She came back with a smile on her pretty lips. She silently lifted her long gown and climbed over me, her swollen pussy lips open and centered directly over my throbbing cock. She was so close I could feel her barely brushing against my meat. She leaned forward and licked my lips. 

"Raul says I can offer you a deal," she whispered. She smelled so good, her tits right in my eyes, my dick seemed to be seeking her heat. She let me have a nipple and I sucked it in gratefully, nibbling gently as she moaned in gratitude. "Raul said you could either fuck me, or I could release your handcuff. One or the other -- not both. Which do you prefer?"

Her gaping pussy was so close over my cock-head that I could actually feel the damp heat radiating from it. I tried thrusting up to enter her, but she pulled away, laughing softly. "No cheating, now. He was very specific. One or the other. Which do you want?"

I groaned with frustration. One way I would be free, the other would relieve this terrible ache in my groin. It wasn't much of a choice right then. I said, "Fuck me. Please."

Julie settled down on me, her sweet pussy enclosing over me like a wet glove. She took me all the way inside her and when she was sitting on my belly, she slid her tongue into my mouth and started fucking me slow and easy. I lasted all of about thirty seconds before going off like I'd never cum before! She didn't stop after I'd finished. She rotated her ass and moaned into my mouth until I was hard again, then slid off and sucked me inside her warm mouth for a while. When I got close again, she straddled me and rode me until she blew apart with a gigantic orgasm. I was close behind her. 

We fucked again before daylight. Then I fell into a dead sleep, and when I awoke everyone was gone. I was just grateful the dogs hadn't eaten me. I wasn't cuffed anymore so I stood, stiff and sore from my ordeal. Durian sneaked up behind me with Carman. 

"Your car is out front, Brad," she said. "Leave and don't come back. There's nothing for you here. Susan is gone, so just accept it. If you come back, there will be serious consequences."

I stumbled outside and drove away, not looking back. It's been a year now and I don't know where Susan is, or if she's even alive. I've worried over it laboriously until I've finally concluded there is no more I can do. I know they will come for me someday. I'm a loose end and Raul doesn't like loose ends. Every time there is a noise late at night I imagine, this will be the time. My life is over anyway. I don't care anymore.



Broken A/C



He paused on his way into the house to check the thermometer on the porch railing. 98 degrees. He tapped the thermometer, just to be sure it wasn't stuck, and shook his head. With the humidity, it felt well over 100. 

He opened the front door, and instead of the cool wave of A/C he was expecting, a thick wall of warm air hit him in the face.

"Hey, babe?" he called.

"In the kitchen."

He headed toward the back of the house, kicking off his shoes halfway down the hall. There was a low humming sound coming from the kitchen. As he neared the doorway, her bare feet came into view.

"Hey," he said, stepping into the kitchen. He grinned at her, laying flat on her back on the floor. Her arms were flung out by her sides. She had on a tank top and a pair of his boxers and- he looked again- apparently nothing else. 

The humming noise came from a small fan sitting on the floor, blowing directly at her head.

"What's going on?" he asked. "What happened to the A/C?"

"Broken." Her eyes were closed, and she didn't open them to answer him.

"Want me to call?" He opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke. He rolled it across the back of his neck before popping it open and sinking to the floor beside her.

"I already did. They'll be here tomorrow between nine and three."

"Oh, that's helpful." He took a long drink of cold soda. "Want some?"

She opened her eyes and sat up just enough to drink some of the Coke. "It is HOT," she complained and lay back down on the floor. She handed the can back to him and he set it on her abdomen.

"Here," she said, lifting the hem of her shirt. He set the can on her bare skin. 

"Whew," she gasped slightly. "That's cold. Feels good, though."

"Want to go out for dinner?" he asked, watching a drop of condensation roll down the cold can on to her stomach.

"Ugh, no. The last thing I want to do is put on more clothes. Let's just eat cold cereal for dinner. Or ice cubes."

"Do we have any ice cream?" he asked.

"I don't remember. I think the part of my brain that knew what was in the freezer has been cooked."

A puff of cold air bumped pleasantly against him when he opened the freezer. "Good news," he said over his shoulder. "We have ice cream and popsicles."

"Oh, can I have a popsicle, please?"

He took a popsicle from the freezer and returned to her side, pulling the paper from the block of purple ice. She reached for it, but he pulled back slightly. 

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I've got an idea," he told her. She watched as he moved the can of Coke to the floor and lowered the popsicle to the bare skin between her shirt and shorts. A lazy smile turned up the corners of her mouth as he slid the popsicle across her stomach, just below her bellybutton. Goosebumps rose where the popsicle had been.

"Uh oh," she said. "Now I've got purple on me."

"I got it," he said. He lowered his mouth to her skin and kissed his way across the purple streak.

"Hey," she said, tugging gently on his hair, "You've got trouble up here."

He looked up and saw that the popsicle was already starting to melt in the warmth of the kitchen. Two drops had fallen on her tank top.

"That's going to need to stain remover, I think," he said with mock seriousness.

"You're right," she answered, sitting up. "I should take care of that immediately." She slowly pulled the shirt up, over her shoulders and over her head. "Well, maybe in a minute," she said, tossing the shirt in the general direction of the laundry room. 

She slid a little closer to him on the floor, draping one of her legs over his. He bent his head to her bare chest, kissing the side of her one of her breasts. He stroked his thumb across the nipple of the other one.

"Mmm," she said, touching his hair. She jumped slightly as the popsicle dripped again, this time on the top of her thigh.

"Lay back down," he told her, his voice starting to get a little husky. She did, and he dropped his mouth to the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. Heat burst through her lower body. He held the popsicle over her leg and watched as the little drips dropped down to the inside of her leg. They were starting to drip a little faster now, and it didn't take long for the drops to accumulate into a tiny puddle large enough to run down the inside of her thigh. He nudged her knees apart and licked his way up her thigh.

A small moan escaped from her and she tangled her hands in his hair, trying to pull him to her. 

"Don't stop."

He pulled back, though, and smiled. 

"Why are you wearing my underwear?" he asked, tugging on the hem of the shorts. From this angle he could see that she, indeed, had nothing on under the shorts.

"They were on top of the clean laundry pile. And they're light." She pulled on his hair again, harder this time. "I'll take them off if you don't want me to wear them." 

"Absolutely." He reached up and hooked his fingers in the waistband of the pants. She arched her hips and he tugged the boxers off. They joined the tank top on the floor. She bent her knees, planting both feet flat on the floor.

The popsicle was half-melted at this point, so when he pressed it to the inside of her knee, purple liquid immediately ran down the inside of her thigh to the neatly trimmed patch between her legs. He followed the trail with his tongue, stopping before she wanted him to. She slid her feet farther apart.

"Touch me now," she pleaded. He reached over with his left hand and gently pushed apart her folds. With his right hand, he lowered what was left of the popsicle to her super-heated flesh. She gave a sharp intake of breath and then laughed a little.

"That's so cold," she gasped. "It feels so good."

He held the popsicle against her for just another second, and then replaced the frozen treat with his hot mouth. "Oh, God," she groaned, tangling both hands in his hair and pulling him tightly against her. He stroked her several times with his tongue, then focused his attention on her clit. It was hard, swollen against his lips. He sucked hard, rubbing the underside with his tongue.

Her hips arched hard against his face as her breathing quickened. "Oh yes, yes," she said. He pressed his thumb against her, easily sliding into her wetness. "More," she said. He took his thumb out and put in first one finger and then another. "Oh, shit," she gasped, bucking hard against him. "Don't stop." He moved his fingers in and out, increasing his pace as he pulled on her clit with his mouth. 

Her breathing quickened even more as she pressed her thighs tightly against his head. She cried out as the orgasm shook her body.

Still catching her breath, she grabbed his ears and tugged him up toward her. He moved up her body, the back of his shirt damp under her hands. 

"Take this off," she said, pulling on the hem of his shirt. Her thighs muscles felt like tiny jolts of electricity were pulsing through them, but she knew she wasn't done yet. He moved his shoulders, helping her get his shirt off. The heat coming from them was almost visible when he lay down on top of her, his bare chest pressing against hers. They kissed hard for a minute, and then she pushed on his chest. "You lay down," she said, moving out from under him. 

He stretched out on the floor, and she unbuckled his belt. Seconds later, his shorts and boxers joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. She leaned down and kissed his cock, taking the tip of it into her mouth. 

"Ohh," he said, rubbing the top of his thigh. "I don't think this will take long."

She looked up at him and sat up. "Well, this isn't quite how I want to do it."

"How about this?" he asked, reaching down to grab her. He pulled her up on to his body, pushing her hips over to his. 

"Wait, wait," she told him, raising up over his cock. She smiled. "I want to go slow." She lowered herself on to him, closing her eyes as he filled her.

"Yeah, that works," he murmured, clenching her hips as she started to grind against him. She leaned back slightly, so his cock rubbed against her from the inside. She could already feel a second orgasm building. He slid her back and forth, increasing his speed, as his breathing deepened. 

He moved one of his hands just enough to reach her clit with his thumb, and began stroking her as she rocked her hips back and forth, faster now. She closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure increased. A drop of sweat rolled down her back and his chest glistened under her palms.

She could feel the pressure building inside her as she moved against him, feeling him fill her completely, and her body was almost beyond her control. She tried to slow down to draw out the moment, but she couldn't. She clutched at his torso, dragging her fingers across his shoulders and down his ribcage. He was arching his hips up to meet her, and she pressed her mouth to his, kissing him deeply.

The orgasm felt like it started in her knees, traveled up her thighs, and exploded where they were joined. He held on to her tightly as she cried out against him. Just as she was catching her breath, she felt his thighs tighten under her legs. He grabbed her waist and raised his hips, and then opened his mouth, pressing his teeth against her shoulder as his own orgasm forced an extended groan from him.

He held on to her tightly as tiny aftershocks rippled through both of them. She put her head down on his shoulder, feeling the wet heat of his body. She could hear his racing heartbeat, and listened as it gradually slowed back down.

She sat up slowly, feeling the damp pull of their bodies separating. She smiled down at him and traced her name on his chest with a finger. "We're pretty wet," she said. He nodded, his breath still a little ragged. She stood carefully, her legs feeling a little like jell-o. She looked back at him over her shoulder from the doorway of the kitchen. "I think I'm going to go take a shower," she said with a smile. "Want to join me?"



Broken & Humbled



It all started a couple of years ago. The stress from work, and my recent divorce was wearing on my nerves. My overtime doubled, making my work days 12 hours, 7 days a week. The stress built daily, deadlines, etc. Finally it all came to a head. I showed up for work and started crying uncontrollably. Then I began to hysterically throw my paperwork all over. I just couldn't cope. The next thing I knew the building security was called in. Then an ambulance…

I found myself in the nearest psych ward. After an initial consultation with the doctors, they told me I needed a good year in there facility to help me get a handle on things. I was given a room, where I slept it off for the next three days. One of my coworkers, Amy, stopped by my apartment upon my request. She took some clothes and brought them to me. She visited me for an hour, was very soothing, and promised to return.

So here I was for the next year. I was in the lobby with the other patients. This was a coed ward. It was noisy as they were talking loudly, watching TV. I slipped off to the side of the room by myself. A young women in her late twenties came over. Here name was Tyra. She had black hair, about 6 foot 2 to my 5 foot 5 (I was short). She looked very voluptuous and Gothic. She came over and walked right up to me. She simply said softly in my ear, "I wanna fuck you." I politely declined and asked to be left alone. She looked a little disturbed at my answer. She then approached again and said flatly, "Take off your clothes, I wanna see, I wanna fuck." This was getting a little uncomfortable. She reached over and pinched my ass. I was annoyed now and pulled away. I asked to be left alone. Now she walked right up to me and stared at me coldly. "I own this place, and what I says goes. You better listen or you'll be sorry! Take off your clothes right here so I can see if I want to fuck you! You'll be sorry if you don't listen!" 

I sharply retorted, "Fuck you!"

She just coldly stared at me. She then proceeded right toward one of the seven guards on the floor. She began to speak to one of them as they both looked over at me. Then he called about four other guards and they proceeded toward me. She was just smiling smugly at me. They came over and grabbed me by my arm, "Come with us sir!" they commanded. I was ushered into another room. Two grabbed me while the others ripped my clothes off me. No words no nothing. I screamed in protest, but they did not relent until I was naked before them. My clothes in shreds on the floor. One of them scooped them up and left. I was then told that this is what happens when someone is "caught" masturbating in the ward. I have to "redeem" myself for six months in order to earn the right to wear clothes again. I was then thrust out into the lobby again with the other patients, forty in all. Men and women stopped talking and began to stare at my nakedness. Suddenly laughter all around burst out as I turned and ran to my room totally humiliated. I went to my closet to put more clothes on in desperation. My closet was empty! My dresser draws as well! None of my clothes were anywhere! The bed was stripped of all the covers and sheets. It was just a bare mattress, as I was bare.

I sat on the bed and trembled. Suddenly my door to my room opened. It was Tyra. She smiled smugly at me. She said, "You should have listened to me. Now I say when you ever get your clothes back!" I trembled. "I suggest you kneel in front of me naked and accept your fate slave!" I ignored her and she walked out.

I hid in my room the rest of the day. After that I was so hungry I had to come out at lunch, I couldn't stand it anymore. I walked out into the lobby. There were about 6 people there watching TV. I scurried to the front nurses station to ask about when we would be fed. The snickers started as I made my naked plight toward the desk. I asked shaking. I was told that I had to be in the front of the ward lined up with the others at 6:00PM. We would be then led to the other building across the yard to the cafeteria. I could eat then. That was three hours away. I went back to my room and contemplated. I was so hungry, I determined to endure the ridicule and get some food. 6:00 arrived.

I trembled as I walked toward the front of the ward. The line was already forming. I waited there. The laughter and snickers started, and roared for some time. There were no guards in sight, just patients. Two female patients snuck up from behind and began to pinch my ass. I scurried from there gropes. Again laughter. Again gropes. One of the men yelled at me, "What's the matter, you gonna cry? Awwww" Everybody howled at my plight. My ass becoming bright red. A chant started in the back that all began to chime in with, "Sissy,sissy sissy!." I proceeded down with them all as they laughed and goosed me all the way. My humiliation was worsening. I sat down alone with my food trembling. 

Tyra joined me. She sat down and I lowered my eyes in shame. She said to me, "Are you ready to kneel?" I stammered, "maybe." "Then do it now, slave." I couldn't bring myself to that type of public humbling. She was visibly annoyed. She then sported an evil grin. She reached under the table and grabbed my cock. She groped it over and over. My cock sprung to life. I began to squirm. Precum began to leak.. Then a whistle sounded. We were then ordered to line up now and go back to our rooms. I lined up with a huge hard on, unable in my nakedness to hide from anyone. Again the howling laughter. Then one of the girls began to yell across the room, "Were you playing with your pee pee again!" Again the howling laughter. "Come on and play so we can all see!" I turned a bright red, but strangely my cock just stood hard for all to see and twinged.

I again was ushered upstairs as the others goosed me. Pre cum was leaking every step of the way. I went straight to my room and layed on my bed. I sat there silently, my cock still hard as I thought of Tyra. I began to stroke it. I heard a loud yell outside my door from one of the girls, "You're not playing with yourself, are you?" Again the laughter. But it was too late. I stroked one time too many. My cock began to spew all over. It squirted so far. It went all over the mattress and stained it. The door sprung open and three girls including Tyra stood there. 

They shrieked, "Yuk! He just came all over everything!" The room began to be filled with onlookers. Finally the guards came in and dragged me out with the cum still dripping off my stomach. They hauled me into the showers. They pushed me up against the wall. There Tyra stood in front of me with them. "Are you ready to go out there in front of all and kneel slave?" I just stood there paralyzed. Frozen in shame and shock. "Very well then, " She said. She left and they proceeded to hose me down like an animal.. I was given no towel because they said it was "Clothes" I walked back to my room naked, wet and shivering. My mattress was gone! I was told by the nurse they had to take it out to be washed. I could sleep out on the couch in the lobby. I waited in my room until everyone was asleep, and scurried out to the lobby couch to sleep.

When I awoke there were sounds all around me. I was on my stomach and tried to sit up. I couldn't! I moved my arms and found a chain on my wrist attached to the legs of the couch. So were there similar chains attached to my ankles and the couch legs. I was helpless with my but slightly up in the air. I then heard Tyra coming with about 6 other girls. "I see he's all prepped," she said. I looked behind me at her in terror. She was carrying a big dildo, about 8 inches in length. She began to prod my asshole. I began to wimper and beg as I realized what she intended to do in front of all. She demanded I beg louder for all to hear. I cried Like a baby, "Please Tyra! Don't shove that in my ass, I'll do anything! Please, Please! She just laughed and shoved. I cried out and screamed. The whole ward was watching now mesmerized. She fucked me, over and over and over. 

My hips bucked with each thrust. Finally she withdrew. She then produced a big paddle. Without a word she beat my but raw. I was now bawling like a baby. "Are you ready to kneel slave," she asked. I whimpered and nodded my head in shame. One of the girls released my chains. I then slowly stood up, and then knelt before her, totally broken, humiliated and defeated. I was then ordered to masturbate in front of her and all as a sign of my utter defeat and submission. On my knees I sealed my fate as I stroked. Everyone howling and applauding, finally cheering me on as I bucked and stroked. I came all over the floor. I was ordered to clean it up with a rag and return it immediately to the guards since it was clothes. I then was commanded by Tyra to remain on my hands and knees as a footstool in the lobby for her. I get her drinks. Do her laundry and am at her beck and call. 

It is 9 months now and I am still naked. I am told that I will be here another three years by the doctors. I hope Tyra will allow me to wear clothes soon if I obey her totally. But she hasn't mentioned anything yet. I can only hope.



Broken and Used



I helped the bouncer, Reggie, wrestle two drunken sailors into a taxi in front of Club Risqué. I was the strip joint's bartender. After handing the driver a Benjamin, I instructed him to drop the sailors off at the 32nd Street Naval Station. The manager, Lorenzo, locked the club's doors and after wishing me a Merry Christmas, he headed to his car followed by the bouncer. It was just after midnight, the Mission bells in Old Town were tolling, announcing that Christmas had arrived in San Diego. 

Heading to my pick-up truck, I noticed a lone car parked in the well-lit spaces reserved for the strippers. Curious, I limped over to investigate. An Improvised Explosive Device (IED) had shattered my right leg during my last combat tour in Iraqi. Surmising the car wouldn't start, I tapped on the driver's window.

Startled, the woman jumped and slung the contents of a pill bottle across the auto's interior. She wiped her mouth, brushing off a couple of pills clinging to her moist lips. Hastily, she pushed the button on the door to lower the window, but since the car wasn't running it didn't work. 

I opened the door and the stripper looked at me, with a zombie's face, her mascara had mixed with her tears and ran down her cheeks. I recognized her and asked, "You okay, Lacey?"

"No Gunny, it's not. I'm all used up." She emitted a heartbroken sob and dropped her head onto the steering wheel. Her body shook with anguish as she wept.

I didn't know what to do with a crying female. Patting her back, I said, "It'll be okay."

"No it won't. Nobody cares about me," she sniveled.

I picked up the pill bottle. It took a moment for my eye to focus, I had lost my right eye to the same IED that had crippled me. The pills were an over-the-counter sleep aid. I frowned, unsure of how many she had swallowed, I demanded, "How many of these did you take?"

She lifted her head, blinking and said, "What? Oh...none. When you tapped on the window, it scared the shit out of me. I slung them all over the fucking place."

"Maybe, I should take you to the hospital to get checked out."

Lacey frantically shook her head. She pleaded, "Please don't Gunny. They'll just put me in the psych ward. I don't want spend Christmas in the psych ward."

"Then why don't you come home with me? I ain't got nobody either."

Pausing for a moment, she handed me a full bottle of whiskey and half-heartedly said, "Okay."

The seal hadn't been broken on the bottle, which gave me cause to believe she hadn't swallowed many pills, if any, because she hadn't been able to wash them down with the whiskey. Grabbing her large tote bag, she allowed me to help her up out of the car. She clung to my arm like it was a lifeline as we walked across the parking lot.

I unlocked my truck and opened the passenger door for her. Noticing how her ass filled out her tight yoga pants, I chided myself for ogling her body while she was under duress. I got in and drove towards the bay.

Lacey looked blankly out the window with what we called the "1,000-meter stare" in the Corps. 

"Is there someone I can call for you?" I asked.

Her eyes flared like green lasers as she seethed, "I told you, nobody cares about me."

"I do."

"No, you don't. You don't even know me. You feel sorry for me, there's a difference."

I shrugged and she returned to staring out the window. 

It was difficult to comprehend that this whimpering woman was the same redhead that had so saucily strutted her stuff on stage just a few hours ago. Tonight's crowd had been small, as you would expect on Christmas Eve, a dozen patrons in various stages of drunkenness. On stage Lacey gyrated her way out of a sexy "Santa's Helper" outfit. She sauntered about the stage in just a white lace bra, matching white lace panties and a white garter belt holding up white stockings. A sour sneer creased her lips as she moved her body in time to the music.

She twirled around the pole, center stage, then pranced to the far side of the stage. Her panties had invaded her sexy ass crack as her buttocks wiggled to the music. As she danced her way across the stage, my eyes feasted on her panty-clad snatch noting that her labia were clutching the frilly material creating a spellbinding camel-toe.

My cock stirred in my trousers, Lacey was one of the few strippers that could still give me a hard-on. After working behind the bar at Club Risqué, I had developed immunity to the eroticism of most strippers.

Lacey's big breasts jiggled in her bra eagerly like racehorses ready at the starting gate. She unhooked her bra and dropped it. Her nipples arose rigidly from the center of her pinkish brown areolas. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile then tugged at her nipples. She acknowledged someone's wolf-whistle with a nod.

Turning around she gripped the pole. Glancing over her shoulder, she shook her ass with a "wouldn't you just like to fuck me" smirk on her face. Slowly, she peeled her panties down her legs, revealing her pretty pink pucker and bald beaver. Turning to the crowd, such as it was, she leaned her back to the pole. Her pussy was perfectly framed between her garter belt and stockings. She slid down into a squat and briefly opened her legs giving the onlookers a gander at her gorgeous gash.

"Stop! Gunny, Stop!" shouted Lacey her voice thick with fear.

Lost in my reverie, I hadn't noticed that a traffic light had turned red. I stomped on the brake and slid to a stop, half way into the intersection. An oncoming car veered to avoid side-swiping us. Checking for other oncoming vehicles, I hit the accelerator and cleared the intersection. 

Shooting Lacey a guilty grin, I offered, "Sorry about that."

"How can they let a one-eyed, pirate-looking, motherfucker like you drive?" she asked hostilely.

Self-consciously, I patted the eye-patch which not only coved my right eye, but much of the right side of my face, another souvenir from my last tour in Iraqi. My throat burned with emotion, I spat, "Fuck you, bitch."

Somewhat castigated, her voice lost its edge and she apologized, "I'm sorry, Gunny. I was being a spiteful bitch. I'm sorry."

Just so you know, outside of 20 feet, everybody sees the world as if they only had only one-eye. Which means my driving's pretty much unchanged for when I two eyes." Pointing to the front fender, I added, "I just had to another mirror to the right side of my truck to compensate for my blind side. And, within 20 feet I don't have any depth perception, so I have to be careful in parking lots."

"So you were shitty driver before you lost your eye?"

I laughed at her quip and pulled into the RV Park where I lived in a 30-foot travel trailer. I put my truck in park and said, "Home, sweet home."

"You're shitting me," responded Lacey unimpressed.

Shrugging, I opened my door and got out, grabbing the whiskey bottle as I went. "Then sit here and feel sorry for yourself."

I opened the door to my camper and my pit bull, Matador, bounded out with a gnarly bark. A wicked smile fractured my face as I watched him lift his leg and piss on my neighbor's ugly yard gnome. I heard the truck door slam behind me.

"Your neighbor must love you," she sarcastically said nodding at Matador, before stepping into my abode.

Cynically I replied, "Everybody does."

Matador joined us in the camper and sat at Lacey's feet whining for attention. When she patted his head, his gravelly growl communicated his gleeful approval. 

"What kind of sick fuck cuts off a dog's ears?" asked Lacey livid.

I stammered, "I didn't. You know Camila?"

"Don't tell a Mexican stripper did this," snapped Lacey.

"Nah, she didn't. Matador was a gladiator in the Tijuana dog fighting rings. He lost his last match, the other dog just about ripped his throat apart, that's why his bark is so funky. The owner of the winning dog cut off Matador's ears as some sort of trophy."

"So how did you end up with him?"

"About a year ago, Camila's brother brought him to the club all beat-up and bloody. He wanted her to give him money to pay a veterinarian, but she wouldn't waste her money on a dog, she thought was already dead. He got pissed and dumped Matador at the club entrance. So I took him to the vet's, it took a couple of blood transfusions and bunch of stiches, but he survived. Been with me ever since."

The anger in her eyes faded to sadness as she said, ""Sorry, I guess I've been a stripper too long. It's made me skeptical of my fellow man."

"Kind of lost my faith in human nature too," I said looking into Lacey's sorrowful face. I scratched Matador's head, he compulsively kicked his back leg and whined appreciation. 

"Can I shower? I want to wash the filth of Club Risqué off of me."

I showed her the trailer's tiny bathroom and hung a clean towel on the door hook for her. While Lacey showered, I made us both hot toddies. 

Heating up a kettle of water, I coated the bottom of two mugs with honey. I cut a lemon in half and squeezed the juice into the mugs, followed by two fingers of whiskey. Then I added the hot water and repeatedly dipped a teabag into each mug until the tea was thoroughly steeped. 

Lacey came out of the bathroom wrapped in the towel. It barely covered her ass and I got a glimpse of her pale butt cheeks when she moved around. She wrapped her long red hair in another towel.

I handed her a mug and she took a seat at the kitchen booth. I sat across from her and raising my mug I toasted, "Merry Christmas."

"Cheers," she returned. Taking a sip, she added, "This really is really good, barkeep."

"Thanks," I said, pleased.

This was the first time I had seen Lacey without make-up. She looked older without it and harder without the soft lights of the club. Her face was marred by the irregular angle of her nose. It had been broken sometime in the recent past. Her soulful eyes were sea-green. She noticed my gaze and her eyes turned into cold stones of jade. Redirecting my attention, she asked, "Why do they call you Gunny?"

"Seventeen years in the Marine Corps," I said pointing to the Eagle, Globe and Anchor tattoo on my bicep. I added, "It was my rank when I retired."

"You fought in the war and got wounded, huh?" That's why you limp. That's how you lost your eye, huh?"

"Yep," I replied. My expression flashed a gentle, but firm warning. I took a sip of toddy ending any further discussion of my combat experiences.

Lacey shrugged. She too sipped from her mug then sighed, saying, "My feet hurt, working a double shift in stilettos kills your feet."

"I just bet it does," I chuckled. "I don't know how you girls can even walk in those things. Pop your foot up here, I'll rub it for you." 

Lacey studied my face for a moment with a glint of humor. Sighing, she said, "I wondered how long it would take for you to make your move. I didn't take you as the foot fetish type."

"I don't have a fetish. I know about foot pain. I was in the infantry. A mama-san in Okinawa showed me a how to literally rub the pain away."

Her expression was wary, but she placed her foot in my lap saying, "Okay, but nothing kinky."

I squeezed her foot with both hands near her toes and worked my way down to her heel and then back up to the toes again.

Lacey moaned mirthfully then murmured, "Oh that feels good." 

Smiling at her, I twisted her foot in opposite directions starting at her heel and working up to her toes. With her foot warmed up, I used my thumbs to deeply knead the bottom of it. 

Lacey moaned and dropped her head onto her folded arms resting on the table top. With surprise resonating in her voice, she said, "You do know what you're doing."

"Told you," I smirked.

Turning my attention to her toes, I found the joints where the toes bend and applied pressure while rotating her toes. After giving each toe consideration, I ran four fingers into the four interspaces between her toes and gentled stroked back and forth. Finished, I looked up from Lacey's foot to ask for the other one and found her asleep.

Gently, I lowered her foot. I chuckled as Lacey noisily snored through her crooked nose. Somehow, I was able to scoot her across the booth without waking her. Picking her up, I hissed at Matador to get down off the couch. 

With a grumbling growl, he jumped down and went under the table. I chuckled, "Don't be a grouch, it's Christmas, you can share your bed."

I lay Lacey still wrapped in the towel on the sofa and covered her with a blanket. I studied her sleeping form, she was a beautiful woman built for pleasure, but life had left her as jaded as the color of her eyes. I turned off the light and went to my bedroom in the rear of the camper. I crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Sometime later, I was awoken by Lacey getting into bed me. Quietly, she said, "I woke up alone. You told me I wouldn't have to be alone."

I rolled on my back and she snuggled her nude body up to me. Caressing my chest, she trailed her hand down my torso to find my cock. I said, "Lacey you don't have to..."

She shushed me with a fiery kiss and slowly stroked my manhood to full hardness. Soon she had my nectar seeping from it. Giggling, she smeared my dribble around my cockhead. Teasingly, she jerked my cock with earnest endeavor. 

Moaning my appreciation as she quickened her stroking, I thrust my cock into her fist. My cock pulsated with intensity, my climax was impending. Suddenly, she dropped my cock and I groaned a dissent.

Lacey threw the covers off of me. Swinging her leg over me, she straddled me as I knead her big breasts. With a gratified grunt, she slowly fed my cock into her ravenous cunt. Moaning as my cock disappeared into her soppy snatch, she impaled herself on it. Accommodating my girth, she whimpered, "Your cock feels so good inside me."

As the moist heat of her cunt enveloped me, I purred, "Lacey your pussy feels so good."

Sitting up, she smacked my chest with the flat of her hand and scolded through clenched teeth, "Don't call me Lacey."

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Lacey is my stage name. My name is Leslie Jean, call me Leslie Jean."

"Okay, Leslie Jean, I'm so happy to meet you and I really like what you're doing to me," I said happy that coitus would continue. 

Leaning down, she kissed me deeply, entwining our tongues. Breaking our kiss, she sat back up. She squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles like it was velvety vice. She knew how to pleasure a man. While my hands manipulated her breasts, she slowly rose up on cock until just the head was inside her before gliding back down it. After establishing a steady pace, she began to diddle her clit. Moving my hands down to her hips, I watched as her big breasts bounced in cadence. Approaching orgasm, she quickened her pace. She whined, "Ooooooh."

I shifted my hands to her buttocks and with a cheek in each hand, I assisted her as pitched up and down on my cock. With sudden lustful inspiration, I savagely shoved a finger up her ass.

Leslie yelped at the unexpected intrusion. Her cunt tightened around my cock. She threw back her head and howled as the waves of pleasure surged through her.

Hissing, I joined her in orgasm. Frothy spurts of cum burst from my cock into her sweet pussy. 

She collapsed on top of me and caught her breath. Rolling off of me she said, "That was incredible, Gunny."

"Yes, it was, Leslie Jean," I affirmed hugging her close. I drifted into a sated sleep spooning with her. 

A few hours later Matador's howling woke me. My bed was empty. Had it just been a wistful dream of copulation with a beautiful stripper? I wasn't sure, but I did know, for the first in a long time, I hadn't refought the war.

Matador yowled again.

I slung the bedroom door open, only to have it slam back and smack me in the face. Stunned by the blow, I stumbled naked through the doorway.

Leslie Jean was at the stove frying sausage dressed in an old gray sweatshirt of mine. Even though it was big enough to be a dress on her, I thought it never looked that good on me. She sang "Jingle Bells" at the top of her lungs, bumping and grinding her hips. When she hit a certain off-key note Matador joined in caterwauling.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Startled, Leslie Jean stopped in mid-screech then broke into a smile. "Well, Merry Christmas to you, too, you naked grump. Matador and I were singing Christmas Carols while I fix breakfast."

"I hope you cook better than you sing."

She had some uncooked biscuits sitting on cookie pan, ready for the oven. Picking one up, she threw it at me and said, "I cook better than I fuck."

The dough hit my missing eye. I touched my face and realized I hadn't put on my eye patched. Covering the scarred side of my face with my hand, I cried out, "Don't look at me."

"I'm so sorry," said Leslie Jean hurrying to my side.

Turning to retreat, I barked, "Don't look at me."

"Gunny, wait," demanded Leslie Jean grabbing my arm and turning me back around.

I kept the disfigured part of my face covered. With pained emotion I choked, "I don't want you to see me like this, please, don't look at me."

"Shhhh," she shushed. Gently, she pried my fingers from my face. Tenderly, her fingers traced the mangled flesh and puckered scars that lined the side of my face. Compassionately, she caressed my cheek. Empathetically, she cooed, "Your poor face." 

"Please don't," I whimpered.

Leslie Jean glanced down at my battered right leg. It was more scarred than my face. She inspected it for a long moment then said, "How can you even stand on that leg?"

"Standing isn't a problem, walking is another matter," I replied with a bogus cavalier attitude.

"They really fucked you up. Didn't they?"

"Yeah," I choked.

She kissed my shattered eye socket, then my scarred cheek and then my lips. She peeled the sweatshirt off, it fall to the floor. Taking my hands, she placed them on her bare breasts and said, "Your hands aren't gentle, but they touched me last night with more tenderness than I ever known."

I squeezed her breasts and my mouth moved over hers, devouring its softness. I forced her lips to part and thrust my tongue into her mouth. As my passion grew stronger, I roused hers.

She surrendered to the forceful domination of my lips. The kiss grew more passionate. Suddenly, she pushed against my chest breaking our kiss, leaving my mouth burning with fire. Her eyes were wide with wonder and she seemed shocked at her own eager response. 

Using my hard cock like a joystick, she maneuvered me to the sofa. Lying on her back, she smiled at me as she spread her legs invitingly wide. Her eyes rested on my engorged cock. With a sensuous tone she said, "I want to look in face when you cum in my pussy."

I pushed my cock into her pussy to the hilt with a single excited thrust. The wet walls of her cunt clutched my cock, it felt so good I thought I might pass out. I curled my toes to keep from cumming. At a snail's pace I withdrew my cock up the velveteen length of her pussy. When the head of my cock practically fell out of her entrance, I slid it back in balls deep. 

"Gunny you're so...hard...feels so...good," she stuttered. 

I continued the slow teasing tempo until I knew I couldn't last much longer. Then I pushed myself up on my hands and pummeled her pussy with unrestrained relish. The new position changed the angle that my pubic bone pressed against Leslie Jean's clitoris.

Her pussy convulsed wetly around my cock in climax. Closing her eyes, she wailed in orgasmic release, "Ooh! Cumming!"

Burying my cock into her pussy, I felt Leslie Jean's fingernails digging into my butt as she tried to pull me deeper into her. My bloated balls blasted their load into her pussy as she looked adoringly into my face. I groaned with pleasure.

Feeling the jets of cum coating her cunt, Leslie Jean cried out, "Fill my pussy, Gunny! Fill me with your cum." 




Broken and Used



After emptying myself into Leslie Jean's pussy, I collapsed on top of her completely spent. I wept silent tears of emotional release that dampened her neck.

Cocooned beneath my weight, she tenderly held my head against her neck and cooed soothing words of comfort. Once I finished weeping, Leslie Jean bid me to take a shower while she finished making breakfast.

The hot water and steam felt good on my stiff joints and sore muscles. For the first time in a long time I felt a measure of joy and I burst into song, gleefully ruining Christmas Carols just like Leslie Jean and Matador.

My shower complete, I quickly shaved and even slapped on some aftershave. With my eye patch firmly in place, I sat at the table in front of a plate of biscuits and gravy. I hadn't had a home cooked meal in long while, I usually opened a can of soup and nuked it in the microwave. Chewing the gravy covered biscuit, I detected an unfamiliar taste.

Noticing my puzzled expression, Leslie Jean offered, "You didn't have any milk so I used the cream of coconut you had in the fridge."

"I've been practicing making piña coladas. Anyway, your biscuits and gravy are good, different, but good," I said and then added with a grin, "You do cook better than you fuck and you fuck very well."

She chuckled, "You really know how to sweet talk a girl."

"Seriously, you're a great cook. I can't remember the last time I had homemade biscuits. I surprised I had the ingredients to make them."

"You didn't. I improvised," she said with good-natured smugness.

"Did your mom teach you?"

"Uh-huh, back in Arkansas," she muttered. Her eyes tear-rimmed and took on that 1,000-meter stare again. Wanting to change the subject, she asked, "You're mom still alive?"

"Yeah, her and my dad retired to Florida a couple of years ago. I saw them at Thanksgiving. I flew to my sister's in Ohio. They did too, it was real nice."

"Was your dad in the military? Is that why you joined?"

"Nah, he worked on an assembly line for thirty years. I joined the Marines because I didn't want to work in a factory. My dad did teach me to shoot though, he and my brother wanted to take me deer hunting at Thanksgiving, but I didn't go."

Leslie Jean put down her coffee cup and said, "No kidding, traipsing all over the woods would have had hurt your bum leg."

"Nah, it wasn't that, I've already done enough killing in my life." Now it was my turn to change the subject, so I asked, "So how did a southern belle, like you end up in California?"

"I wanted to be a marine biologist."

"Really? How'd that happen in Arkansas?"

Her eyes twinkled as she recalled a happier past. "My daddy took me noodling when I was a kid."

"Noodling?"

"You know fishing for catfish with your bare hands."

"No shit?"

"Yeah, catfish live in holes in the riverbank. So you dive in, find the hole and stick your hand in it. The catfish latches onto your hand and you pull him up." 

"Aren't catfish a big fish?"

"Usually around 40 pounds, but the sucker that give me this," she pointed to a scar on her hand that ran from her wrist to the first joint on her thumb, "was a 75-pounder, damn near drown me."

"I bet."

"Daddy had a hell of time dragging me out of the water, cause I wouldn't let go of the fish." Her face was painted with a proud grin.

"Or the fish wouldn't let go of you," I teased, grinning with her.

"Anyway, noodling got me interested in marine biology so I came out here for college." Her smiled faded as darker memories entered her mind, but she continued, "My first year in college I fell in love with a jock and of course I ended up pregnant." 

She took a sip of orange juice to wash the bitterness from her mouth. "After my boyfriend found out I was knocked up, he left me. And, once Daddy found out I was carrying a black baby, he disowned me. I was 20-years old when the baby was born, I started stripping at Club Salacious soon after." 

A tear trickled down her cheek, "I got greedy and started freelance dancing on the side. My son was about three when I took a gig dancing at a bachelor party. I got fucked up on cocaine and woke the next morning without any panties and my pussy full of cum. I had pulled a train on a dozen guys. To add injury to insult, I ended up with a STD which led to PID and now I'm sterile. Since it had become a habit of mine to be out all night, the baby-sitter turned me into family services and I lost my son."

She wiped away her tears and continued, "He's better off, a lawyer and his wife adopted him. I got really strung out on cocaine and got fired. I went rehab, then started dancing at the Gas Lamp Burlesque, which paid really well and was fun. You had to come up with different costumes and routines. After I awhile, I couldn't come up with anything new, so I started dancing at Gemma's Gentleman's Club. I was there for three years, then moved on to Club Risqué."

"Gemma's got a better class of clientele, why did you leave?"

Shrugging she replied, "Gemma put me on the day shift. You know the tips are better on the night shift."

"But a bad day at Gemma's is better than a good night at Club Risqué."

"I guess I still had pride back then. Now, I can't afford it."

Frowning, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"About a year ago on my 32nd birthday, Lorenzo moved me to the day shift. I went to his office to protest and he said he had younger and prettier girls for the night shift. The only way he would let me work the night shift was for me to suck his cock."

Stunned by her revelation, I asked, "You didn't, did you?"

"No, but I wish I had. I was pissed-off and slapped him and he punched me in the face, breaking my nose." She wiggled her crooked beak.

"That lousy motherfucker," I spouted off incensed. 

Tears cascaded down her face, but she continued, "Of course both my eyes blacken, I couldn't work for a month with all that swelling. I looked for another job, but I have no marketable skills. The rent came due, so I went crawling back to Lorenzo and sucked his cock. I still have to work the day shift and only after I suck his cock does he allow me to work nights. He likes to humiliate me by pulling his cock out of my mouth and giving me a facial."

"Why don't you just quit?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.

"And do what? Work the donkey show in Tijuana?"

"No, but you ought to do something else."

"Oh, I did, when my car broke down last summer, I didn't have the money to fix it so I let Reggie pimp me out to a couple of his buddies. He called it making gash cash. He's already arranged a New Year's Eve gangbang for me." 

Rushing to judgment I pronounced, "You prostituted yourself."

Tears streamed down her anguished face. "I should have known you wouldn't understand. I'll get a shower then I'll call a cab."

"I'm sorry," I babbled and reached to comfort her, but she avoided my grasp. The bathroom door slammed and I winched. Matador looked at me like I was the stupidest fucker on the planet. I agreed, "Yeah, I know."

Getting up from the table, I gimped back to the bedroom and found Leslie Jean's purse. I searched her smartphone for a certain phone number. When I didn't find it, I opened her wallet and found a couple of items that helped my search. I called Information in Arkansas. After a few wrong numbers, I made contact with Leslie Jean's brother. 

From him, I learned Leslie Jean's father and mother were celebrating Christmas with him. I heard the shower stop and asked him to hang on while I got Leslie Jean. I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Go away!"

"Leslie Jean, let me in," I called out, pounding on the door with my fist.

"Go fuck yourself, cause you're never going to get to fuck me again."

I slung my weight against the door, busting the lock and bursting it open. 

Leslie Jean shrieked and threw a towel at me. The wet towel popped me in the face. 

Frustrated, I cried out, "Leslie Jean, don't be like this...."

"Don't you dare call me, Leslie Jean only my friends can call me Leslie Jean. You only get to call me Lacey. Lacey, the whore stripper."

"Damn it, your brother's on the phone," I said handing her my cellphone.

Blinking in disbelief, she fumbled the phone then stuck it to her ear. With a trembling voice, she said, "Hello."

I exited the bathroom and limped back to the kitchen to clean up. I heard Leslie Jean, go into the bedroom. When I finished with the kitchen, I took Matador for a walk to the bay. 

Watching a couple of sailboats glide gracefully through the water, I contemplated Leslie Jean's revelations. I returned to the trailer not knowing what to expect, Leslie Jean might even be gone.

I found her asleep on my bed wearing my gray sweatshirt again. The pillow was damp from her tears, she had cried herself to sleep. Putting a blanket over her, I brushed errant red hair from her face, in repose she looked angelic. My heart hurt for her. Life hadn't been very kind to either of us and I felt she was a kindred spirit.

Leaving her to rest, I returned to the kitchen to prepare supper. I had a bought a couple of steaks for Christmas dinner, one for me and the other for Matador. I was sure Matador wouldn't mind if Leslie Jean got his steak. I grilled the steaks and nuked a couple of potatoes. I heard Leslie Jean stirring in the bedroom and shouted, "Supper's almost ready."

"Great," she responded through the door.

After placing the plates of steaming food on the table, I retrieved a couple of pale ales from the fridge. When Leslie Jean made her appearance, I dropped one of the beers. It rolled across the floor, spilling its contents.

Leslie Jean was wearing an ultra-sexy black teddy. It featured a G-string back and the front strap wasn't much thicker, barely capturing her thick labia. The sheer fabric followed every seductive curve and was thin enough to reveal her beautiful bald pussy. She stepped over Matador, who was busily lapping up the spilt liquid, wearing stripper shoes with six-inch heels. She kissed my cheek and said, "I'm famished."

"Yeah," I croaked an octave higher than normal, "me too." 

"Let's eat," she said, sitting down at the booth. She picked up her knife and fork. Her big breasts swayed beneath the translucent material captivating my attention as she cut her meat. She teasingly licked the piece speared on her fork. Putting it into her mouth, she pushed it against her cheek puffing it out like a cock would. After she swallowed, she seductively said, "That's just how I like my meat, sweet and succulent."

Fighting the urge to cum, I bit my lip then asked, "Leslie Jean, what's gotten into you?"

"I'm hoping your cock does, real soon," she taunted, stroking her beer bottle like it was cock.

Dropping my fork, I snatched her hand and kept it in mine. I said, "Seriously, what's going on with you."

"You gave me the nicest Christmas present ever. I haven't called home in 13 years. I've been too ashamed. I even talked to my Daddy, he asked me to forgive him. Can you believe it? He even wants me come home. I know all the trouble you went through for me. I just wanted to show you my appreciation."

"It wasn't any trouble and I know you appreciate it. You don't have to fuck me to show it." 

She cast her eyes down at her plate and in a hushed tone stated, "You don't want to have sex with me because of what I told you."

"Oh, I want to have sex with you. I just don't want you to feel obligated to have sex with me because I did something nice for you."

Smiling, she picked up her fork and starting eating. She looked down at Matador, after he whined, and asked, "What's the matter boy?"

"You're eating his steak," I chuckled. "I bought it for him. I wasn't expecting company."

She cut her steak into bite-size pieces. Then she got up and walked over to Matador's dish and scraped half the pieces into it. She patted his head and said, "Thanks for sharing your steak with me."

I watched her bare buttocks wiggle in the G-string teddy as she walked from the table. When she bent over to scrape her plate, the view got even better. My cock hardened with surging blood.

Leslie Jean smiled as she caught my lustful gaze. She daintily sat down making sure I got nice look at her ass at it came to rest on the seat. Picking him her fork up, she winked at me and asked, "Where were we? Oh yeah, you requested polite dinner conversation instead of lewd sexual innuendo. So why are you tending bar in dump like Club Risqué?"

"I think I prefer sexual innuendo now," I sighed then added, "My medical retirement provides enough for to live comfortably, but I needed to do something. I thought since I've been to so many exotic bars around the world, I could be a bartender. So I got my bartender's certificate. Club Risqué was the only place that would hire me. Lorenzo said the customers wouldn't notice my disfigurement since they were there to look at tits and ass on the strippers anyway."

Leslie Jean took my hand and with emotion, she whispered, "You're not ugly to me, Gunny. You're the most beautiful human being I know."

With my hand still in hers, she stood up and led me to the bedroom. She closed the door and undid the halter of her teddy and let it fall to her waist revealing her big breasts. Hooking her thumps into the material around her waist she pushed it down her legs and stepped out of it. She kicked off her shoes and said, "No slutty stripper seduction, you deserve better. Just me, if you want me. I hope you want me because I so want you."

I pulled into her my arms and smothered her lips with unrestrained intensity. My hand found her breast and I tenderly caressed it before gently pinching her nipples. I trailed my hand down her torso until my middle finger sank deep into her simmering snatch. Pushing my palm against her clit caused her to gasp. I said, "You're so wet."

"I told you, I wanted you," she replied then brought my face to hers in a fiery kiss. Suddenly, we were totally lost in the intensity of the intimacy and bonded in the moment. The building passion worked us into frenzy.

I sawed my finger in and out of her pussy with unbridled excitement. I pressed my thumb all around her clit without touching it. The skin on her neck glowed crimson as the pleasurable pressure built. With animal-like lust, her groans grew into a growl.

"Would you like to cum?" I whispered.

Wild-eyed and huffing, she nodded. Her body went rigid as I pushed my thumb against her agitated clit. She gritted her teeth as her body shook then howled in orgasmic release. Her pussy contracted around my digit. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax, she buried her face wailing into my shoulder. It grew wet from her tears.

When she grew still, I asked, "Are you alright?"

She looked up at me glazed-eyed, unable to answer. After a long moment she recovered and smiled at me. She said, "No one has ever cared about my pleasure before. I'm just crying tears of joy."

I wrapped my arms around her and she clung to me. I never felt so connected to another human being. At last, reluctantly, she pushed her hand against my chest parting us a few inches.

"Let me undress you. I want to pleasure you," she murmured. Then she unbuttoned my shirt kissing my chest as she undid each button. She slid my shirt off me and it fell to the floor. Next she undid my trousers and after she pushed them down my legs, I stepped out of them.

I stood naked before her, my cock stood at attention between my legs. 

She tugged on it demurely then dropped to her knees. 

"No, Leslie Jean, you don't have to suck my cock."

She looked up at with raised eyebrows. Then with realization she said, "I'm not going to let Lorenzo rob me of the joy of giving you oral pleasure. I want to suck cock. Just enjoy it."

Sweetly, she kissed my cockhead then licked the pre-cum drooling from it. Her eyes shifted to mine as her hand steadied my prick. Then she lovingly siphoned my bulbous head into her mouth. She never took her emerald eyes off mine.

Gasping for breath, I groaned,"Ohhhhhh."

Her eyes glimmered with naughtiness as she licked the underside of my shaft. Gently,she gently squeezed my bloated balls. Then she engulfed both of my testicles into her mouth and sucked hard on them. She spat out my balls and licked down their seam before licking up the length of my shaft to my cockhead. Grabbing my cock again she darted her tongue into my piss slit. Now she had me standing on my tip toes.

Most of my cock disappeared into her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she suckled. Suddenly, she gulped down my entire length. With my cock deep in her throat, her tongue was immobilized so she was unable to suck. But, I was extremely stimulated by the tightness of her throat. Since she couldn't suck she swallowed, an action that shuddered along the entire length of my cock.

Cum exploded from my cock and splattered against her tonsils. Lightheaded from the pleasure, I hissed like a steam engine with each spurt of my lust.

After she swallowed every drop of my cum, she took my cock out her mouth and hoarsely asked, "Feel better, Lover."

Still dizzy from the pleasure I silently nodded. I helped her up to her feet.

Leslie Jean sprawled on the bed. Pinching a nipple with one hand, she leisurely ran a finger from her other hand between the folds of her labia. She cooed, "I'm so wet, Lover. I want your cock so bad."

I picked her leg up by the ankle and kissed it then her knee. Slowly, I worked my way up her succulent thigh to her splayed pussy. Its fragrance beckoned me to indulge. I let her excitement build as I lightly caressed my lips over her slit. When she bucked her hips upward, I finally put my lips right on her slit and kissed it gently then harder. As she moaned her pleasure, I broached her pussy with my tongue. Tentatively, my tongue fucked her with gentle little stabs.

She moaned her pleasure, tangling her fingers in my hair and dragging my face down into her pussy. Her clit wanted some attention and it stiffly peaked from its sheath. Bringing my tongue to the top of her slit, I located it then I licked it hard. She hooted, "Oh yeah!

Purposely, I slid two fingers as far as they would go into her saturated snatch. I teased her methodically until at last my fingers make contact with her G-spot.

"That's the place," she rasped squirming on my hand. Speeding my fingers in and out of her cunt with forceful exuberance, I repeatedly tapped her G-spot. She huffed, "Don't stop, don't stop."

I exposed her clit and forcefully flicked my tongue against it as she thrashed her legs against my head. Sensing her approaching orgasm, I pursed my lips and insistently sucked her clit. Somehow, I kept my mouth on her clit as she lifted her butt off the mattress and bucked her pelvis wildly. In fact, I even sucked harder on it.

"That...that's...that's it," she stammered.

I softly bit her clit and savagely shoved my two of saturated fingers up her ass. The muscles of her anus contracted around my fingers as her orgasm rippled through her body. 

"Cum, pussy cum," she cried out with her body supinated in the crab posture. With her orgasm spent she collapsed on the bed panting. After a moment of silence she said, "No one has ever eaten my pussy like that?"

With adoration I kissed her thigh then crawled up between her legs. My cock was hard and seeking relief, she spread her legs wider to receive me. 

She watched fascinated as the blunt head of my cock penetrated her pussy. She blinked as I steadily sank my full length into her balls deep. Her pussy muscles clutched my cock with a velvety embrace. 

Overwhelmed by desire I frantically plunged my cock in and out of her hot box like a lunatic.

The confined bedroom echoed with the flesh-on-flesh smacks of our ardent passion as Leslie Jean eagerly bucked her pelvis up to meet my forceful thrusts. Enthusiastically, she encouraged, "That's it, Lover, pound my pussy."




Broken and Used



She slipped a hand between our thrashing bodies and diddled her clit. Slowing my pace to suck her nipple, she slapped my ass and hissed, "Faster Lover, don't stop."

I pummeled her pussy like I was possessed. I felt her cunt contract around my cock as she wailed in ecstasy, another climatic wave crashed down on her. It was precious how the contorted contours of her face reflected the rapture of her orgasm. My balls tightened and I sank my cock fully into her snatch. I could feel the blood pound in my ears along with Leslie Jean's howls. As my orgasm exploded into her pussy, I shot spurts of cum deep into her belly.

Drained, I fell on the bed beside Leslie Jean and rested my head on her bosom. She kissed me and asked, "Gunny, what's your real name?"

"Milo, why?" 

She hugged me close and whispered, "I think I love you, Milo."

Squeezing her tight and overwhelmed by my own raw feelings, I simply said, "Thanks."

I awoke at noon the next day, once again I was alone. After throwing on some clothes, I found a note from Leslie Jean on the kitchen table.

It read: "Thanks for the best Christmas I've had in long time. But, now Christmas is over and it's time to go back to reality. Sorry about all that love talk, I just got caught up in the moment. I'll be working a double from here on out to get enough money to go back to Arkansas. I'm very sure I'll have enough money after the New Year to leave San Diego."

A flash burn of remorse pinked my flesh. Wadding up the note, I threw it across the room. I looked at Matador and said, "Let's go get our girl."

He barked his agreement.

Minutes later, I was parking my truck near the entrance to Club Risqué. The parking lot was full. The day after Christmas was always a big day, a lot of men would rather spend the afternoon ogling the strippers rather than following their wives around the mall searching for after Christmas deals. The throbbing beat of the music coming from the club propelled me forward with Matador at my heel.

Nodding at the big black bouncer, I said, "Hey Reggie."

"Hey Gunny, you're way early for your shift. What's with the ugly dog?"

Ignoring his question, I asked, "You seen Lacey?"

"That's her music now, she's just going on."

I started into the door, but Reggie grabbed my arm saying, "You can't take the dog in there."

Matador growled his displeasure just inches from Reggie's crotch and I watched as Reggie's eyes widened with fear. He let go of my arm and pressed his back flat against the wall.

"The dog's not going into the club. He's going to watch you and if you so, much as twitch, he'll rip your balls off. I might let him do it anyway for what you've done to Lacey."

He groaned and Matador growled, baring his teeth.

I went inside. It took a moment for me to adjust to the club's dim lighting. The place was indeed packed. I spotted Lacey twirling around the stage pole wearing green panties, bra and matching garter belt with black fishnet stockings. My heart battered my breastbone with an uncertain beat.

Limping to the sound booth, I demanded that the DJ kill the music. My menacing expression was enough for him to immediately cut the sound.

Lacey shaded her eyes with her hands in the spotlight's glare. She called, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want you stripping anymore," I hollered from the shadows.

Agitated she bit her lip, then asked, "Why not?"

The unfolding drama quieted the crowd and they waited expectantly.

"I love..." 

Lorenzo suckered punched me from my blind side after sneaking up in the dark. Staggered by the blow, I fell onto an unoccupied table. Scrabbling to get my feet under me, I turned to defend against his next attack. A pained expression suddenly appeared on his face. He dropped to his knees, clutching his crotch.

Lacey had kicked him between the legs as hard as she could from behind. She seethed, "How's it feel to be blindsided, motherfucker?"

I drove my knee into Lorenzo's face, his nose shattered in an explosion of blood and he collapsed to the floor unconscious. I scanned the shadows for any other attackers.

"Why don't you want me stripping anymore, Milo?" asked Lacey standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. "I am a stripper after all and a pretty good one." 

A couple of wolf-whistles and cat-calls came from the crowd. 

With heartfelt emotion, I said, "You ain't the stripper. Lacey's the stripper, who wiggles her ass for tips. Lacey allows her boss to degrade her. Lacey let's herself get pimped out. You're Leslie Jean, who kissed the pain away from an old veteran's scars. You're Leslie Jean who made homemade biscuits and gave half her steak to a mutilated dog. Leslie Jean is who I love."

Leslie Jean leaped into my arms and smothered me with kisses. The crowd went wild, hooting and applauding their approval. 

From the shadows Camilla emerged with Leslie Jean's tote bag saying, "You guys better take off the cops are on the way."

Leslie Jean reached into her bag and pulled out my gray sweatshirt from it. Noticing my expression she defended, "I wanted a souvenir of our Christmas together."

I smiled and followed her out the door.

After pulling Matador away from Reggie, who had wet himself, we all exited the club and jumped into my truck. Leslie Jean sat next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Putting the truck in gear, I pulled into traffic and left Club Risqué in the rearview mirror.

I drove straight to City Hall and parked the truck. I said, "We can be married within the hour."

"You don't want to marry me, Milo."

"Yes I do. I love you and I want to marry you. When I decide to do something I do it. I decided to join the Marine Corps and I walked into the recruiter's office and signed up."

"And, you got blown up."

"Seventeen years later. What can blow us up?"

"I'm in a sex video and it's on the Internet."

"What?"

"Last summer when Reggie pimped me out, he recorded the action and put it on the Net. He said that was his fee for making the date for me. It's called "Lacey Gets Blackened" and it's me with two of his buddies. He gets $2.00 for every 1,000 hits. It doesn't get many hits because Reggie used his phone to shoot the video. And there's not money shot, so he's only gets about $20 a month. He was going to get a real video camera for the New Year's Eve gangbang."

She pulled up a video on her smartphone and handed it to me, weeping. It showed her naked on her hands and knees with a black man on his knees brutally fucking her in the ass. Her face was twisted in agony and tears ran down her cheeks. Reggie's voice could be heard off camera, "Quit crying bitch, you got paid $1,000. Man shut this bitch up." Another black man dropped to his knees in front of her and shoved his cock into her mouth, he roughly fucked her face. Abruptly, the video ended. 

A tear trickled down my face.

"I'm sorry, Milo. I left you the note, hoping you'd come to the club and rescue me. I really don't need the money to fly back to Arkansas. My Daddy said he would send it. I never dreamed that you would want to marry me."

Tears had once again wrecked Leslie Jean's make-up. I wiped her tears away and with heart-felt affection said "That video changes nothing. I love you and I want to marry you."

Using her thumb, she wiped the tear trickling down my check, "What about the video?" 

"I'm sorry you had to do that, but as far as I'm concerned it was Lacey who made the porno not Leslie Jean. I'm marrying Leslie Jean not Lacey."

She studied me for moment gauging my sincerity then smiling widely, she hugged me. After she reapplied her make-up, we went into City Hall where a justice of the peace married us. 

I found it impossible not to smile at Leslie Jean who still wore my gray sweatshirt over her lingerie with the elegance of a million-dollar wedding dress. My heart swelled, I was so in love with her.

Following the brief service, I took Leslie Jean to her apartment, it was right on the beach. After she opened the door, I lifted her up into my arms and carried her across the threshold. I set her down and after Matador trotted through it, I closed the door.

Leslie Jean went to the kitchen and found a can of tuna. After pouring its contents into a bowl, she sat it on the floor for Matador. She patted his head then grabbing my hand, she led me to her bedroom.

With a sense of urgency she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra and it joined the sweatshirt. Cooing she cupped her big breasts for a moment before tweaking her hard nipples. She walked towards me seductively swaying hips from side to side. Her eyes glimmered with lust. Pulling my face to hers, she kissed me with passionate yearning. 

I pulled into a tight embrace and lovingly squeezed her buttocks. 

Leslie Jean broke the kiss and tenderly said, "I love you. I'm so happy to be your wife."

She dropped into a squat and released my hard cock from my trousers. Her eyes twinkled as she teasingly ran her tongue up and down my shaft, before sucking on the swollen helmet of my cock. Spitting out my cock, she arose to her feet and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and handed them to me.

I lifted them to my face and inhaled her aroma. My cock quivered in anticipation of the pleasures to come. 

Leslie Jean crawled on the bed and assumed the kowtow position. Her arms stretched before her with her knees drawn-up under her, pushing her excited sex in the air. In this position she was offering me her both puffy pussy and her pretty pucker. Seductively, she said, "Take my ass."

"I can't after seeing that video."

Suddenly, her face went grim. She sat up and said, "I know you want my ass, Milo. I've seen the way you've looked at it. You're my husband and I won't deny you that pleasure. I love you."

Kowtowing again she said, "Just take your time and get me ready so I can enjoy it too." 

I finished stripping then crawled on the bed behind her pro-offered posterior. I lightly traced my hand along the curve of her ass. Goose bumps rose on her excited flesh. I kissed each of her buttocks before spreading her cheeks apart, revealing her pretty pink pucker and her gorgeous gash. I kissed her pouting pussy lips and used my tongue to broach them. Noisily moaning, my new wife indicated her pleasure. My tongue grudgingly departed her pussy, and I replaced it with two fingers. The wet soppy sound of my digits sawing in out of her cunt echoed in the bedroom. I kissed her taint. Then I tenderly pushed the flat of my tongue against her anus.

Her body jumped like she had just received an electric shock and she yelped, "Oh my."

I slithered my tongue further into the interior of her anus teasing it and her moans morphed into hedonistic whimpers of delight. Removing my fingers from her pussy, I delicately wiggled them into her butthole. Deliberately, I twisted them in a clockwise motion to relax her anus. To distract her, I sucked a hickey on her each buttock. Spreading my fingers open like scissors, I stretched her rectum in preparation for my cock.

Decadently, she stuck two of her own fingers into her pussy. Pushing her palm hard against her mound, she applied pleasurable pressure to her clit. As she manipulated her cunt, she sputtered, "uh...oh...uh."

"Milo....I'm, I'm...cumming," she huffed as her body quaked with orgasm.

I let her settle down and fondled her heaving breasts, gently pinching her nipples until she cried out. I grasped my cock and ran it up and down her slobbering slit, lubricating it with her excitement. Then I stabbed my cock into her pussy and began thrusting as hard and as fast as I could. I diddled her clit with one hand while continuing to pinch her nipples with the other.

Leslie Jean wasn't expecting the sudden pleasurable incursion into her cunt and she began hissing and growling. Her pussy felt like warm wet velvet around my cock. 

"Your pussy feels so good," I huffed.

Suddenly, she threw her head back and wailed, "Oooh! Cum! Ooooh!"

As her cunt convulsed around my cock in sudden orgasm, I hissed curling my toes, fighting back my own urge to cum. 

She growled as I withdrew my cock from her cunt, glancing over her shoulder glassy-eyed, she demanded, "Do it Milo, put it in my ass." 

With some persistence I pushed my cock past her resisting sphincter and my wet cock entered her ass. Gradually, I eased into her butt, inch by inch, until my cock was buried in it up to my balls. I paused and caressed her breasts, allowing her to adjust to my girth. 

She looked back at me with a gratified grimace and nodded. She moaned as I slowly withdrew my cock and just before it popped out of her ass, I just as slowly propelled it back into her, she groaned.

With her pleasure in mind, I continued the tortoise-like thrusts and snaked two fingers into her pussy. Through the walls of her pussy, my fingers felt my cock sliding in and out of her ass. Forcefully, I pushed my palm against her clit. A low rumble began deep in her core and grew into a full blown scream of ecstasy. Vaginal fluid spewed from her cunt and splattered with a whoosh on the mattress. She wailed, "Ahhhhh!"

I felt her body quake with orgasm and it fed my need to climax. I drove my cock in and out of her ass with lustful abandon, her whimpers of pleasure fueled my desire. My pace quickened until my testicles tightened. With a final thrust, I sank my shaft deeply into her ass and shot streams of cum inside her innards. I felt her hand on my balls, squeezing the cum from them. I bellowed, "Cumming."

When my cock softened and slipped out of her ass, she collapsed on the bed and rolled over onto her back. Falling on the bed beside her, I rested my head on her bosom. She hugged me close purred, "I'm so in love with you, Milo. I've never been so pleasured."

Hugging her tight, I kissed her. My voice trembled with affection as I said, "I love you too. I never dreamed a smashed up son-of-bitch like me could ever be loved."

"I didn't think I was worthy of being love," her voice cracked with raw emotion. She wiped a tear from her cheek then continued, "Thanks for loving me."

Love was the best Christmas gift we could have given each other and we had the rest of our lives to do it. It seemed like a holiday miracle, a broken down bartender and a used up stripper had at last found happiness.



Broken Angel



Tyler and Johnson walked into the holding cells as soon as they had their orders. There, in the largest cell, Tyler saw her as she stood proudly with hands on hips. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt. Certainly the hottest, and youngest, enemy agent he had ever seen. He certainly wasn't about to complain about this assignment, or the manner in which he was instructed to carry it out. 

Reportedly she had been caught breaking into the instillation less than an hour before. For whatever reason, she had been expected and a trap had been set. The girl, Jesse, had been captured without incident and tossed into the brig. Tyler's superior had said that he wanted more than information out of the teen-aged agent, and he was now beginning to understand what. 

"Which one of you guys wants to come over here and scratch my back?" She had sidled up to the bars as sexily as she could sway that tight young body of hers. He watched her stretch in that skin-tight black leather, her hands on the bars as she puffed out her lips in a pout, blinking those doe-like eyes. "Please?" She cooed. He just wanted to teach her a lesson all the more for it. Johnson, the other guard, was really going for it, he could tell. They watched her twirl her shoulder-length raven hair in her fingers and let those fingers slide off of her breast as she brought her hand back down to the bars. Johnson sure was getting fooled by that bullshit naivety. He had to get to her first.

"All right, sweetheart," said Tyler. "I know how to scratch a girl's back. But we have to make sure you don't scratch ours too hard. Give me your hand," he said, bringing out a set of cuffs. Tyler watched her eyes as they made that momentary jump from his, to the cuffs, to Johnson, and back to him, sizing him up. She held out her hand, her expression back to a pout as she looked up through long lashes. Tyler waited.

"Why don't you come inside to scratch it. It's a really baaaad itch." 

Tyler stopped at the cell door and smiled. "All right," he said. He slammed one open end of the cuffs closed onto the upper connecting bar and left them hanging. "I'll unlock the door if you'll step back, and Johnson can, uh, scratch your back."

Johnson grinned back at Tyler and strode forward toward the cage the sexy Jesse was in. Tyler turned and pulled Johnson's ear to him, keeping his eyes on the girl as he whispered to him, and then let him continue to the cage. Jesse stepped back as the keys came out and the cell door unlocked. The bars swung open and Johnson stepped in. 

"Turn around, babe, and hold back your hand." 

"You're really gonna cuff me, just to scratch my back," she asked, then turned her long back and shapely leather-clad ass to them and held her arm out and behind her. She was watching him move towards her just over her shoulder, just as Tyler had figured. Jesse made her move the moment Johnson was in range. She moved to kick, her body coming around to take Johnson in the face with a boot. But Tyler's arm was already through the bars and grabbing for her wrist, pinning it to the bars, the pre-warned and ducking form of Johnson then popped up and pinned her back against the metal. The hanging cuffs were closed over her slight wrist as she squealed in anger, and Johnson pinned her other wrist up on the bars. Tyler finished the job quick, knowing this girl was more than she seemed and potentially dangerous, flipping out another pair of cuffs and effectively binding her to the cage. 

Jesse screamed in defiance, angered as she struggled against her crucifixion to the bars. Tyler grabbed her ass through the metal barriers. He took his time sauntering into the cell, watching her grit her teeth and kick out while Johnson used his own cuffs to bind each ankle in the same manner.

"Did you really think we were going to fall for that, bitch? All that long-lash bullshit might fool some dumbass security officer, but I knew what you were up to. Who do you think you are, 'Dark Angel' or some shit? Nuh uh, sweetie, I was on to you. We've caught ourselves a tiger, not a pussycat. Still, I think we can break her, eh, Johnson." 

She was now bound, spread-eagle to the bars, her young breasts heaving against the leather vest, her teeth barred in frustration. Tyler came up to her and stroked her cheek, but after the first bite attempt, and then the barely-missed head butt, Tyler remembered his first insights into this girl with vivid clarity. He took some cord and wrapped it under chin and tied it to the bar above her, tight enough to keep her head in place, able to breath so long as she didn't struggle.

"Helpless," Tyler said to her. Jesse sobbed one last muffled cry of frustration at her predicament and then seemed to realize the true position she was in. Terror filled her big brown eyes as Tyler's hands roved down her body. "Yup, helpless as a little girl should be, and alllll mine. But don't worry, I'll share you with Johnson too. We've got time."

"Fuck you," she managed through her clenched jaw. "I'll kick your asses when I get out of this." 

"Whatever," Tyler replied, and unzipped the leather vest, revealing her small, soft breasts cupped high by a black satin bra. Tyler wasted no time in his desire to see the rest of the young Philly. He pulled his biggest knife from his side and cut the vest free. Johnson quickly got the idea, unzipping her leather pants and working them off with his own blade. "Careful not to cut her... unless she moves, of course."

The two guards stepped back to look at their handiwork. The former vixen/spy was now bound by ankles and wrists, cuffed to the cell bars she was left standing tiptoe in heeled boots to keep the rope at her neck from choking her. Her skin was dusky and taut on firm limbs and tight abs. She struggled in vain at the cuffs but was careful not to move too much. A black satin pushup bra and matching black thong with string sides made for a complete picture of utterly sexy young firmness at their disposal. 

"Damn," said Johnson. "That's hot. What are you, babe, nineteen? It'll be like fucking a dark-haired version of Sarah Michelle Geller. I think I'll call you 'Buffy'" 

"That is pretty damn hot bod you got there, Sweetheart. Stand back, Johnson. I'm pulling rank."

Jesse's eyes grew wide in horror as Tyler stripped his fatigues off, standing before her proudly with bulging muscles and washboard abs, a huge bulge evident at the front of his boxers. He ran his hands down her neck, to her uplifted breasts, kneading the soft roundness through the satin, moving his fingers down her own flat stomach and cupping the mound of her sex which swelled against the tight panties. He licked her pert cleavage with his long tongue and grinned at her menacingly. 

"Kitty-cat," said Tyler, "I'm going to do things to your body so devilish for so long that you won't know when one orgasm stops and the next begins." His fingers began to rub up and down her mound, over and over as he reached to squeeze her left nipple to hardness through her bra. "I'm going to torture you for hours in whatever way I want, and when I'm through you'll beg me not to stop." Her violently pulled the left side of bra down, exposing her round breast as he again grabbed it and twisted the dark nipple. "Johnson, we're gonna make this angel so hot she'll be coming in heaving spasms. But she's not in the mood yet, and we don't have ALL week. Go get the operating tools, would you?"

Johnson smiled and left the room as Tyler flicked Jesse's nipple with his tongue. She breathed hard through clenched teeth as sweat began to bead on her skin, writhing against the cuffs.

Tyler walked around Jesse, outside of the cell to the other side of the bars. "Man, look at that ass. That is beautiful." He ran his finger down her arm, through the bars and around to cup her chin as his other hand slid down the small of her back, over the string of her thong, to the dark skin of her perfectly curved ass. "I can't wait to fuck the shit out of it." With that he slapped her buttock soundly and listened to her struggle against the choke cord. He again reached through the bars on either side of her and ran his palms down her young skin. Stomach so toned, sides so soft, thighs stretched taut from the spread-eagle bondage, back up to her breasts as he cupped them and caressed them as he whispered into her ear. His voice became menacing. "We will break you, little girl. You can't escape. You can't stop us. You can't stop the fear, or the heat, or the things we're going to do you. And when we're done, I'm going to fuck you again, and make you do things you would never do, and you'll like it." He undid the back of her bra and ran one finger down her spin to her ass, and then licked her cheek. Jesse sobbed once.

Tyler knelt behind her and pulled the back of her thong aside, his face delving between her ass cheeks. He licked at her ass and pussy lips, but she thrust her hips forward, slightly out of reach. "No, kitty, I know you don't like to get wet, but you ARE going to enjoy this, whether you like it or not. Now come back here, bitch!" He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back against the cell bars, his tongue licking up between her thighs from behind. 

Johnson came back in, wheeling a cart into the cell. He started placing cuffs and chains onto the bunk bed's bars and preparing a syringe as Tyler continued to tease Jesse's rear. She squirmed and writhed, pulling at the cuffs and clenching her fists. The sweat began to stick the dark curls around her face to her skin. 

"It's ready," Johnson said, holding the needle upright.

Tyler stood up and walked back around inside of the cell. He just looked at Jesse, fiddling with the bra that still hung from her shoulders, just barely covering her breasts. "We're gonna have fun now." He smiled again. "I'll hold her, you administer the drug." 

Jesse jerked and fought against them, heedless of the bindings or the loop at her neck, but the two men just pressed her against the bars and held her arm tightly as Johnson pricked her with the long needle and plunged the torture drug into her veins. "Let go of me, you pricks!" She grunted and heaved, but to no avail. 

"Done!" Johnson pulled the syringe free and both men stood back. Jesse screamed defiance and wriggled, shaking her shoulder-length locks around her angel-like face. 

The girl soon began to struggle less and less, obviously growing tired or intoxicated as she began to swoon against the bonds. Tyler reached up and cut the cord at her throat, but let her finish her struggles until she finally hung limply, her long lashes covering her half-closed eyes. The drug was in her system.

"Mmmm, baby, look what you get for dinner." Tyler dropped his boxers to the floor, and pulled out his huge, swollen member. He moved forward, closer to her, body to body, his hands slipping up beneath the loosened bra to cup both mounds as he nuzzled her neck. His teeth bit at her ear lobe as he whispered to her in husky tones. "Jesse, my little angel. You're so young and beautiful. You can't get away from me now. I'm going to make you come over and over and over. I'm going to make you mine. And then I'm going to share you with the whole squad." Her head fell forward, her full lips trembled, and then Jesse whimpered as Tyler tugged at her ear with tongue and teeth as his fingers tweaked her swollen nipples to a rock hard state. 

Johnson undid the ankle cuffs as Tyler did likewise with her wrists. Jesse slumped forward, the satin bra slipping off at last, revealing full, round tits with dark, half-dollar sized nipples. The two men moved the girl to the bunk face down, cuffing her wrists behind her back. She sobbed quietly as their hands roamed over her body. Tyler couldn't resist running fingers under the straps of her panties and over the hips and ass of the young girl. 

"A spy who fails like you should be brought to her knees." Tyler ran long tongue strokes between her ass cheeks and up her back, still rubbing her pussy through the satin panties. "C'mon, baby, I'm gonna get you hot and wet and ready." His other hand reached up her side and under her body, once again smoothing over her breasts. "You're just a big tease, I'll bet. I'll tease you're body 'till you can't stand it anymore, and then I'll fuck every hole."

Johnson had stripped down as well, his own engorged member at the ready. "Turning that slut on shouldn't take too long, not with that new formula I stuck her with anyways." 

"Not yet, man. Bring the cart over here. Start rubbing her down with that oil, the heating one. Just squirt a ton on and rub everywhere you can get your hands on."

A generous amount of the hot oil splashed onto Jesse's lower back and ass, drops of it sliding down between her legs. She moaned and whimpered again, squirming as the heating agent took effect and Johnson started running his hands over her back and shoulders, all the while Tyler's finger incessantly rubbing at her pussy through the black thong. Johnson's cock rubbed across her face and hair as he reached further to work the oils into her back.

"Fuck," said Jesse between panting gasps, "it's hot. Please... please stop."

Over and over, hands rubbed the hot oils into Jesse's skin while she choked back moans and sobs, her head rolling back in forth deliriously while her body temperature rose. Fingers worked the oils into her back, her ass, her thighs, reached back to her calves and feet. Tyler turned her on her side, still kneeling behind her spread legs. He worked the oils onto her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. The sweat had plastered her hair to her face and Johnson pulled some of it aside to massage oil into her shoulders, her dark lashes concealing her eyes. Her parted lips gave forth sighs and heaving gasps as her panties began to soak through with her juices. 

"Yes, that's it. I know you want it. You're so wet, kitty-kat."

"Unnghhh... no... no," their captive sighed. "God, what did you do to me?"

"Nothing compared to what we're going to do, babe," Johnson replied, his cock tip smearing pre-cum across her cheek as he groped her ass with more of the oils.

"Not until she begs for it. C'mon, kitty," taunted Tyler, "tell me you want to come. Tell me you want my big cock in you." He rolled her back onto her face, her cuffed hands still bound behind her, clenching and unclenching in frustrated ecstasy.

"No. Oh God, please... stop, it burns. Ah! Stop..."

Tyler's right hand never stopped rubbing her aroused sex through the satin. He pulled at last at the thong, sliding it down off of her tight ass, then cutting it free as he reached down and lightly stroked the soaked outer lips of her sex. 

"Ooooh, god, no..."

"Now," Tyler said to his fellow guard, "the ice."

Johnson brought several cubes over to the bunk. When the first melted drop hit the teen's back her whole body shuddered. The two men then ran ice cubes down her spine, over her back and ass, melting them on her hot, naked skin, soaking her already shining body. She squirmed anew as the men continued to slide cubes over her and rub her shivering pussy lips.

"Aaahh! Oh my God... Please... Please..."

Tyler still palmed her mound slowly, and began to enter one finger into her inviting cunt, then pulling it free. "Please what, Kitty? What do you want me to do?"

Johnson held Jesse's head by the hair as he dangled his hard cock before her languorous eyes and parting, pouty lips. Tyler tapped lightly at her clit while running another ice cube over her asshole and the dimples at the small of her back. She squirmed back and forth on her belly, tilting her pelvis up further for more contact with the hands and bodies that teased her senses so horribly. Her feet dangled up in the air, her toes clenching.

"Please... please, oh god, please put it... in... me!"

Tyler grabbed Jesse's ankles and spread her legs wide, then slammed his hard cock into her slurping pussy at last. He grunted his own enjoyment as he easily entered her up to the hilt.

"AHHH! Nooo," she screamed, but her pussy lips grabbed hungrily at Tyler's dick and squeezed. Her fists pulled at the cuffs as her back muscles tightened and beads of sweat coursed off her hair. Johnson grinned and shoved his own member into her full mouth. The girl groaned around the huge throbbing pole.

Tyler began pumping her, fucking her intensely, stroking back and forth in long sweeps as he squeezed the slippery wet muscles of her tight back and ass. He took another ice cube from the tray and began to force it into her puckering ass while Johnson began fucking the girl's face, yelling at her to suck it. "I'll make her choke on it," grunted Tyler. "I told you, bitch, spies who fail should be on their knees!" He grabbed her hips and forced her onto her knees again, changing his own position to continue fucking her doggy style while she lay face down, forced to slurp Johnson's offending cock.

Tyler worked another fast-melting cube into the young spy's ass and followed it up with his finger, working it in and out while his other hand grabbed her ass cheek, his throbbing member now pounding away at her soaking cunt. The girl sobbed and moaned in muffled tones as she took the two dicks in from either end. 

Jesse's body spasmed and jerked as she came violently, screaming around Johnson's manhood. He pulled free from her scraping teeth as she gasped and moaned. "OoOHH, Ooohh, OOHHHHH!!" Tyler pumped at her pussy faster as she came in great heaves, her head turning to the side, her mouth a great 'O' as she gasped for breath against the unrelenting orgasm. Her skin shivered and her hair stuck to her face over her eyes, and she struggled uselessly against the cuffs. Tyler pumped fuck after fuck into her squirting pussy, slamming against her boney ass while holding her weakening hips up. He moaned his own satisfaction aloud, plunging one cock-jerk of cum into her hot cunt, then pulling free to send jets of his load onto her back and ass, watching it run off of her tight, dark skin.

Jesse collapsed onto her side, but Tyler would not relent. He turned her onto her back, careless of her pinned arms beneath her and the still sticky jizm all over her. He plunged back into her wet pussy, grasping her nipples hard as he again began to pound away. Johnson tilted her head back and replaced his cock, again commanding her to suck. 

Jesse's mind seemed lost to the lustful commands of the two guards, her body willingly responding to each indignity. She sucked hard on Johnson's huge member until he came in great hot loads down her throat and across her lips and face. She came again, panting heavily as the warm cum dripped down her chin and Tyler's fucking became harder again. 

Tyler stopped just before she could come again. He pulled free and rolled her soaked, limp body over and grasped her bound hands as he worked his swollen dick into her ass. She moaned at first, then approached screaming as he worked each inch of himself deeper into her ass, the clenching cheeks tight around him as he again entered to the hilt. 

"Uunnggahh.. ahh, GOD," she screamed and moaned as he pulled back and pistoned into the clenching asshole again, slowly working towards a faster rhythm. "No, please stop... it hurts... ahhh!"

"Hurts so good," grunted Tyler from behind her. "Baby, you're so damn tight here. That virgin ass was just begging for this."

When she screamed again Tyler knew she was coming, her body shuddering again, and he came inside her, pulling free to let the second jerk of cum spurt onto her, surprised to see it spunk up to her shoulders and back.

Jesse lay there, her body heaving as she breathed and rivulets of sweat, oil, and water cascaded off of her. Johnson lay on the floor beside the bunk, his head against the wall topped by a self-satisfied smile. But Tyler, still wiping cum onto the girl's ass, was nowhere near finished, and was meanwhile formulating new ideas of perversion to perform on the girl. He rested a few moments, watching her breathing slow somewhat, before getting up from the bunk.




Broken Angel



He grabbed the girl by the arms. "Stand up, slave. Stand on your own two feet or I'll whip you for incompetence." Her limp body slowly stood with the Guard's help, her lolling head shaking her shoulder-length curls to and fro and her shaking legs straitening slowly. He walked her drunken, ravished form to the wall. "Spread 'em, hands against the wall, standing over him." She complied without word, tears streaming down her cheeks as her body obeyed Tyler's words and not her own defiance. Her feet were splayed over Johnson's naked sides, her barely-there trimmed pussy hovering over the Guard's stomach and erection, held in check only by bent knees. 

"Now," Tyler commanded, "you have to remain standing over him, just like that, no matter what I do to you. If you falter, I'll whip you. If you fall, we'll BOTH do worse to you. Do you understand?"

"Oh God," she breathed.

"Good."

Switch in hand, Tyler stepped over Johnson's legs and inserted himself into Jesse's throbbing cunt. She grunted once, bracing herself against the wall as he began pumping her again. 

"I can't," she sobbed, her knees buckling.

"You can, baby, and you will. We're not done playing with you yet."

Johnson grinned up at the spectacle, masturbating languorously as he watched her try to hold herself up against the attack. When her knees gave and she had to rely on Tyler's grip on her hips to steady herself, he whipped her lower spine with the switch eliciting a small scream and she stood again. 

The fucking continued for minutes on end. When he pulled free and her knees buckled again, Tyler whipped her bare bottom twice, before once again driving his cock into her ass. She faltered, her head leaning against the wall. She yipped each time the switch snapped at her shoulders, then attempted to straiten herself up despite the pounding action of Tyler's fucking. 

"You better not fall, Kitty... then you'll really get it."

Tyler grasped the switch in his teeth, reaching one hand around to plunge his fingers into her cunt, the other grasping her hair and neck as his thrusts became more powerful. He tugged at her hair and then her nipples, pulling them while his hand rocked back and forth over her clit. 

Jesse's knees kept bending. She panted and swayed as she struggled to stand upright. Her thighs quivered as she moaned low.

"I can feel your cunt tightening, Jesse. When you come, you're going to fall, and then we're both gonna fuck you and never stop." Tyler thrust faster and harder, in and out of the girl's asshole, jack hammering her wracked body relentlessly, his own threshold of sensitivity long past. His thumb frigged her clit faster and harder and he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

"Oh, OH GOD!" Tyler felt the walls of Jesse's pussy tighten like a vise around his two fingers inside her as she came. She bucked and thrashed and finally wobbled. Drops of the girl's cum splashed onto Johnson's belly as he jerked off to the show.

"Fall, baby, fall." Tyler pulled free and watched the girl's knees give, and then she fell to them atop Johnson. The guard quickly grabbed the spent girl by the hips and slid her slick body down onto his cock. She collapsed, gasping, atop his chest. Johnson licked, kissed at her chest, neck and face, pumping at her from beneath, biting her skin. Tyler dropped and again inserted himself into her ass. Jesse screamed in response to the punishment as the two huge erections filled her entirely, her mouth agape as she struggled for enough breath to scream again. Now she was stuck between them, helpless as they double-holed her, pumping away at her ass and pussy, sandwiched between their muscled bodies while she fought to catch her breath. When she moved to push herself up, Johnson simply caught her wrists and took her swaying, perky breasts into his mouth.

"Mm, you like that, baby? You like having two dicks in you?" Tyler snapped the switch again. "Do you?"

"Y-yes... I-I like it."

"And you don't want us to ever stop, do you? DO you?"

"No... please, d-don't stop. Oh God... Don't."

Tyler's muscles were tired, and his own skin was covered in perspiration, but hearing that beautiful little sexpot finally give in spurned him to new heights. He again pulled on Jesse's hair as he ass-fucked her doggy style, her punished body spread atop Johnson's pistoning cock. He ran his hands again down her tight, slippery, dark skin, feelings her ribs and muscles and the softness of her body. She panted and groaned and screamed and pleaded, rocked between the two guards who pumped at her captive flesh. Taking her to new heights of ecstasy. He caught her swaying breasts and pinched her nipples hard, his anal strokes becoming faster with each new part of her that he touched and claimed as his own.

Johnson's own breathing became ragged, and he moaned his own coming climax. Tyler pumped into the young girl's ass with ferocity until she began screaming and clawing at the floor. "Uh, YES," Johnson groaned, coming intensely and taking a whole breast of the girl into his mouth as he shuddered moaned, never leaving her hot pussy while he released his load. 

Jesse was screaming and groaning hoarsely now as Tyler's fucking became monstrous. Pulling on her hair, he thrust forth an ass-pounding barrage of high speed fucking as she spasmed and squealed, her body convulsing. She collapsed after her violent orgasm, whimpering on Johnson's chest, sweaty and spent. 

Tyler pulled free and helped Johnson move her off of his waning erection, rolling her onto her back on the floor. Johnson watched her there, struggling to breathe and stay conscious. Tyler stroked himself as he watched her gorgeous form lie there all ravished. "Did you like that, Kitty? I think you did. I think you liked being slammed between two men and fucked for all your worth." He knelt down next to her head and pulled her onto her side as he kissed and licked her lips while his other hand made sure the sensations at her clit did not want for long.

"Oh God," she whispered.

"Now suck me, baby." Tyler grabbed her by the hair and shoved his throbbing erection between those full, swollen lips. She sobbed and gagged and tried to hold herself up on her side, but Tyler was already pulling her face back and forth, using her mouth as another fuck-hole. Already turned on by everything he had down to her so far, he quickly gathered speed toward climax. "Kitty, you're all mine now. I'm never going to stop taking you." Her lips glided over his large cock and her tongue fought against the invasion, increasing the luxurious feel as it ribbed the thickness of his shaft. He dove further, making her deep-throat him time after time, then pulled free from her gaping mouth as she gasped for air, spit and pre-cum sticking to her lips and his dick and running down her chin as she drowsily fought to recapture her breath. But he slammed home again, deeper this time, feeling the muscles of her throat squeeze and gag around the length of him, and he shoved further, her lips to the hilt, holding her head there as he built towards his own coming. Finally he jerked, coming hard. Hot loads of jizz filled her mouth and she swallowed, choking. He pulled free and spent himself on her face and tits, jets of cum spattering her cheeks and firm breasts, running off of her chin. She gasped and came again of her own volition.

"Ahh, ahhh!" The girl hoarsely screamed. Tyler whipping his cock off on her lips as her strength gave out and she collapsed again, this time passing out on the hard floor.

* * *

Tyler watched with gathering excitement as she regained conscioisness. Knowing that this time the drug would be completely worn off, he was determined to make sure she remembered every minute of her time with him and the things he'd make her do, or want to do. 

An hour or more had passed while she lay there, naked, splayed on the floor after her use at the hands of he and Johnson. Since then Tyler had rested, then he and another guard had erected the hammock-like suspension device from the ceiling of the cell. He took the firehose from the wall nearest the cell entrance and pointed it at the beautiful little spy who had become their slave. 

Just as Jesse began to groggily stir and try to move, Tyler turned the cold, hard water on. It splashed against her nude body, instantly soaking her dark skin and hair. She writhed on the floor, trying to block the spraying onslaught from her face with an arm, coughing and spluttering as the deluge forced her against the cell wall, where first she tried to stand, then was beaten down again by the water. There she curled up, nude and soaking, until the water finally stopped. 

She looked up at him from under her dripping hair, and the memories seemed to flood back to her. She looked at him, then down at her taken body, then with apprehension at the device hanging in the holding cell. "I'll be good. I-I'll do whatever you say."

"That's fine," said Tyler, smiling. "But I want you to be tied up anyway, so everyone can have a chance at you." 

With fear in her round eyes the girl looked out of the cell at last, noting all of the half-dressed and muscular guards who stared at her hungrily. "Nooo..." she whispered. But it was too late. Tyler, Johnson, and others rushed her, pulling her up and tying her into the device that spread her limbs and suspended her on her back. She wriggled and fought, but not hard, and she soon gave in to the probing hands and tongues of the men as they attacked her in unison. 

Tyler watched, kneeling down to lick at her sweet cunt lips, as men undressed, running big hands down her breasts and belly, underneath to her ass and thighs. Men kissed her face, licked her tits and neck, bit her nipples, thrust fingers into her mouth. He lapped steadily at her pussy, wetting it again as men thrust engorged cocks between her lips and fingered her clit while Tyler's tongue buried itself in her folds. After her first orgasm, he backed off and let the men take their turns fucking her. Men shoved their huge members into her pussy and ass, pounding her to orgasm after shuddering orgasm while she sucked others off and they came on her bound body in wave after wave of hot, cum dripping sex.

When Michell, the installation's quarterback-sized strongman moved between the girl's spread thighs and she got her first look at his sheer build, her eyes widened and she screamed. She struggled uselessly, and tried to twist away, but he grabbed her small hips and plunged his cock into her. She would have squealed again, but Tyler had placed his own dick in her mouth again, watching with satisfaction as the men all gathered to complete the gangbang. Michell's huge cock squeezed in and out of her causing her to groan around Tyler's intruding cock. Fingers probed her ass, jamming in and out of her as she swung in the suspension, teeth biting her hard nipples, tongues licking her sides, cocks wiping their excess onto her body. 

Michell pumped her like no other, spreading her legs to slam deeper with his thick manhood until finally he came, spilling forth huge gobs of jizz onto her belly. Tyler watched in satisfaction as Jesse spasmed in orgasm for the umpteenth time. Her mouth clenched again in her satisfaction, and he slid from between her teeth and lips to cover her face with cum a final time.

"Ahhh!! AHHH GOD!" She spasmed again when Michell shoved his huge member in again, pulling free to spatter more excess onto her thighs. Men who had been masturbating came again at the spectacle, making sure to cover the girl in gobs of white, sticky jizz. She bucked and writhed in the restraint as each new jet of hot cum landed on her body and dripped off her skin. Tyler watched her pass out again from sheer exhaustion, all of her resolve gone, forced to love every moment that they took her, and smiled to himself as he thought of his pet's total surrender.

* * *

Tyler opened the door to allow his superior into the cellblock. He gestured toward to far cell where the girl was still being kept and smiled to himself as he followed the old soldier down the hall.

The officer stopped just outside of the dark cell and stood aside for Tyler to unlock the door. When the door swung open they walked in without hesitation, despite the fact that the spy was no longer tied, and looked down at her. Jesse sat there in the corner of the cell, naked and huddled with her knees to her chest and her arms around them. She looked up at them with those doe-eyes and began to twist her hair in her fingers like a child.

"You've done well, Commander. I commend you. She seems broken. I assume she's ready for my... questioning?"

Tyler grinned back at the man. "Yes, sir. She's all yours."

Tyler's superior officer began to unbuckle his belt as he smiled down at the broken angel.



Broken Bikini Sunset



For a very special friend

* * * * *

"Honestly, Ronnie, I thought it was a relatively simple task. All you had to do was change three pages of the presentation. It's due tomorrow, and here I find that you used the wrong numbers. Are you trying to make me look like a fool in front of the new owners? They didn't buy Osborne Products because they think I'm stupid."

"But Mr. Peters, you gave me those numbers yourself. I only did what you said to do."

"Yes, but I later gave you different ones, which you seem to have totally ignored, and I wanted those on the presentation. Didn't you see them?"

"No. You put the note in my out-box instead of my in-box. I don't usually check my out-box for messages."

"Now, see here, Ronnie. Don't get testy with me about your own mistake. I left that note in the right box. I can't help it if you can't keep them straight. Get those numbers changed and the new presentation on my desk by this afternoon. I'm leaving for the day. If anybody wants me, I'm golfing with the Hastings buyer, and I don't want to be disturbed. Is this all clear, or do I have to write it down?"

She finished the work at noon, and decided that if Peters didn't have to work, neither did she. The slam of her car door echoed through the parking garage, and she sat for a few minutes to cool down before the drive home. That jerk. Why does he do this to me? I can't afford to quit, and he knows it. I wish he'd just fire me instead of pulling this shit all the time. I do something and he wants it changed. I change it like he wants, and it's still wrong, because he changed his mind again. Half the time he just drops a little note on my desk somewhere, and expects me to find it. And why in Hell can't he remember my name? Dammit, I've told him a thousand times that I'm Veronica, not Ronnie. Oh, God, I hate the name "Ronnie".

She got a burger at a drive-up, stopped by her apartment to change into the string bikini and pick up some wine coolers, blanket, and the novel, and headed for the beach. Her destination was not just any stretch of the miles of sand that blanket the Pacific edge of Southern California. The little hidden cove was actually on private property, but the owners never ventured down. She steered the car past the rickety gate that proclaimed "TRESSPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED", and followed the dusty gravel path for half a mile. The seclusion, the orchestra of the surf and seagulls, and the scent of the salt air breeze wafted through her mind, and the stress began to melt into the distant past.

The sun was starting it's downward, arching dive into the sea when Veronica stepped into the small, concealed sector of beach between the towering dunes. Walking in the warm sand was better than any foot massage and she she kicked off the sandals to feel the gritty heat. She spread the blanket, dropped her sandals at the end, and eased herself down. Her dark brown hair spilled in shimmering waves over her soft shoulders when released from the confines of the barrettes. Veronica rubbed her scalp with her fingertips and then tossed her head. The brunette mane swished into a haphazard array of soft curls and she combed them from her face with a clawed hand. Peters had made it clear that she should look like a professional instead of what he described as a "sandal wearing slut", and she had to pile it on top of her head every morning. It felt so good to be rid of that severe, asshole-dictated hairdo. Peters worried a lot about hair, it seemed. Veronica smiled when she remembered the day she peeked in his office and saw him remove a mirror from his desk drawer and begin adjusting his toupe. She had managed to make it to the ladies room before she burst out laughing. After that day, it was difficult for her to look at him without giggling, and every time she drove over some road-killed animal, the picture of him staring into that mirror while he primped flashed into her mind. Ha! Mr. Peters. Mr. Primpyprick was more like it.

Veronica twisted the cap from an icy cold, peach wine-cooler and tipped the bottle to her lips, and she held the mouthful of orange-pink liquid for a moment to savor the smooth, sweet taste. She swallowed and smiled as she formed the picture of Peters watching her in the little bikini and trying hard to keep his dick down. Mr. Primpyprick should see me now. Aw, Hell. He'd probably just tell me he changed his mind again and for me to go back and change his precious, friggin' presentation. He wouldn't know what a woman was for if one jumped up and bit him. She growled out loud. I'd bite that son of a bitch, bite him right on his balls. Oh, God, yuk, no. That'd make me puke. 

The sun was still high enough to burn her already golden skin, and besides, she liked spreading the lotion over her body. A quick squirt filled the palm of her hand, and she set about smoothing the creamy liquid over her skin. The lighter areas under the three small triangles covered by the bikini were not to be neglected, and Veronica watched in amusement at her body's response when she rubbed the lotion over her nipples. Their sensitivity to touch never changed, and they immediately stiffened into little rubbery tips perched on the dark, bumpy aureole, and she felt the twinge in her belly. The shaven edges of the dark-furred strip on her softly rounded mound received their share of the protective coating, and the familiar tremor floated through her body. She thought it strange that stress or strong emotions always increased her desire. Enough of this! I'll be humping my hand if I keep going.

Soon she was stretched out on her stomach and deeply involved in Chapter three of "The Sand Castles of Cimmaron". The novel had caught her eye as she absently gazed over the grocery store book section. The man on the cover was tall, muscular, and his dark eyes and black hair hinted at Hispanic descent. The voluptuous woman in his arms gazed into his eyes with a look of uninhibited passion. She had scanned the first two chapters, and found the story to be tantalizingly erotic. After reading "Maria whispered, yes, Raoul, and he entered her", she dropped the paperback in the basket. She had read the first two chapters the night before, and then had dreamed of the tall, dark man. He was staring into her deep, emerald eyes as his hands caressed her body. She woke to find herself hugging the extra pillow to her breasts and belly, and drifted along on the half-conscious dream of his hands on her body, of his lips working against hers, and of his hard manhood slipping between her thighs to satisfy the desire that burned in her soul. Veronica slid her slender fingertips between her morning-wet lips and exhaled deeply as she stroked the slippery surface. Raoul was preparing her body to accept his rigid organ, and in her mind, she begged the man of her imagination to mount her. She could feel the power of his touch as he caressed the wrinkled, wet inner surface of her sex, and her hips began to rock into the sensations created by her fingertips and mind. Veronica could almost feel his weight as he settled over her for his entrance. The large purple head was spreading her swollen lips and teasing at the entrance to her passage. As she lifted her hips to accept him, the alarm buzzer screamed at her, and the stranger evaporated into the dim light of the dawn that streamed through her bedroom window. The orgasm that staggered her in the shower was good, but without the vision, her fingers only succeeded in relieving a bit of the desire.

Chapter three was consuming. The heroine was watching Raoul as he disrobed in preparation for bathing, and was obviously quite taken by his appearance. Veronica devoured the description of the short, dark curls that blanketed his sculptured chest, and of the veins that stood out from the bulge of his biceps. Maria described the rippled belly and more curls just visible at the low waistband of his pants. She described his muscular hips and thighs when he removed the pants, and Raoul was about to turn to face her. After reading the paragraph twice without comprehension, Veronica gave up; the warm sand beneath the blanket and the stressful morning were conspiring to make her sleep. Her eyelids wouldn't stay open and she kept nodding into the book. Her face slowly lowered to her arm, and her mind flowed back to that morning. The book fell closed on the blanket as her breathing became deeper.

The calm of the cove was shattered by a pair of shrieking seagulls that wheeled and tacked on the updraft, and the sound woke her. The sun was a half circle of dark red waiting to be swallowed by the Pacific. Even though this location was fairly well protected from discovery in the dark, the beach was no place for a woman to be alone at night, and she groggily raised herself to leave. The wine cooler was warm, so she poured it into the sand and placed the empty in the cooler. The blanket needed to be shaken to remove the sand before she folded it and she bent to lift the edge. Even had she not been in this off-balance position, the heavily callused skin that hit her in the buttocks would have knocked Veronica to the sand. She screamed as she fell, and expected the blow to be followed by groping hands turning her to her back before the man threw himself on her belly. She drew up her legs to be ready to kick out as hard as she could, and lay terrified as she listen for the soft squish of footsteps in the sand. 

The snuffling breath in her ear told Veronica this was no man, and she slowly turned her face to her attacker. The big wet tongue that licked her from chin to eyebrows convinced her it was safe to turn over. She stared into the deep, soulful eyes and grinning mouth of a tail-wagging, black labrador retriever. Her smile was promptly followed by a sloppy lick across her lips and open mouth that left her spitting. She grabbed his ears to hold him off.

"Hey there, big guy. I'm a lady. Don't be so rough. Where'd you come from, anyway?"

The pink tongue was reaching for her, but she held it at bay and laughed.

"God, if only you were a man."

It was hard to sit up and hold the flailing tongue at arms length. She managed, though she received many sloppy licks to her arms in the process, but almost fell back down when she was startled by the deep, baritone voice.

"Rocky! Heel!"

A chill trickled down her spine as he approached. The lab pulled back, and ran to the man's side. They stopped a few feet from the blanket. "Rocky! Sit!"

In the late afternoon light, Veronica looked up into a kind, smiling face framed with curly black hair. The dark brown eyes stared at her; they swept over her body, and she instinctively brought her hands to her breasts. To her shock, she felt bare skin. The quick glance at her chest revealed the reason. When the dog had knocked her over, the bikini top had slipped up, and her breasts now swayed free of any support or covering. She grabbed the blanket and tried to pull it across her front, but since she happened to be sitting on it, it wouldn't reach. The quick effort to replace the top to its concealing location succeeded only in breaking the thin string that tied in the back.

His intention had been to apologize for Rocky's behavior. The beauty of this nearly naked woman, and the cute, feminine modesty she displayed over the baring of only those tiny additional areaa of her body intrigued him. He allowed his eyes to graze over the lush curve of her breasts. The dark coloration of the nipples was particularly erotic, and whether because of exposure to the incoming breeze, or because of some unconscious quirk of her body, they stood proudly from the soft breasts that rolled gently as she struggled again with the blanket. His mind cried out to touch this woman, to stroke the smooth valley between her back and hips, and to seek and taste the sweet flower of her womanhood. The body responded to the will, and he felt himself begin to thicken. She moved to one of those positions attainable only by a woman and he found himself staring at the pouch of the bikini that peeked seductively from the indentation between her thighs. Her breasts swayed sensuously from her chest as she reached for a fresh grasp at the blanket. She pulled at the edge as she turned to face him. "For God's sake, stop staring. Haven't you ever seen a woman before?" She finally pulled the blanket free and covered her chest.

Yes, but not one such as you for a long while, he mused. To feel your body lying aginst me would be wonderful, little one, and loving you would be heaven.

He didn't answer and her face assumed a look blended of fear and half-hearted bravery. "What are you doing here? This is a private beach."

The strange man took a step forward.

"If you touch me, I'll scream."

The stranger took another step. The dog followed and then sat back down.

The realization flashed through her brain that screaming would do no good anyway; no one would hear her. The chill flashed up her spine to her brain as the possible outcome of this meeting became clear. The stranger stepped closer, and she could see the dark hair that outlined the muscles of his bare chest. She stood up and was careful to bring the blanket up with her. The best thing to do would be to get out of there, and fast.

"I think it's time I was leaving. Don't you dare follow me."

The first step was also her last. She inadvertently stepped on the blanket, and her forward motion pulled her off balance. She pitched, headlong, toward the sand. The blanket went flying as she reached to catch herself, and she felt his arms slip under hers. He pulled her up, and her breasts flattened into his bare chest. 

The yielding caress of her breasts sent shivers through his muscles, and he felt the exotic, dark nipples again rise and harden as they brushed across his skin. He could not let her go, and pulled her tight to his body. The sensation of this fair creature against him was exquisite. She pushed away in anger and tried again to pull the top back down over her breasts. He realized the cause of her alarm was his silence, and caught her arm as she turned to leave.

"Miss, I'm so sorry. I've probably scared you to death. I just want to help you, and I'm very sorry about the suit. I'll buy you another. Rocky loves people, but sometimes he gets carried away. I always let him run, and I couldn't stop him before he knocked you down. When I caught up, I couldn't think of anything to say at first. You're very beautiful, and I couldn't stop looking at you.

The voice seemed sincere, and the face was gentle. His apparent honesty piqued her curiosity, and his bronzed face and firm, muscled body ignited a small flicker of desire in her belly. She willed the fire to die, and attempted to reason with herself. 


Veronica, turn around and run as fast as you can. You don't know this guy or anything about him. He looks good enough to eat, but half the murderers in prison probably look the same way. But..., his face looks so kind, and he probably wouldn't bring a dog with him if he was looking to -.

"I can see you're still scared, so I'll just leave you alone. Here's my office number. Buy another suit, call this number, and tell my secretary the cost. What's your name?"

"Veronica."

"OK, Veronica. I'll tell her you'll be in touch, and she'll take care of getting the money to you. Rocky. Heel."

Veronica's internal struggle intensified. He had looked hurt and ashamed as he turned to leave, and the pain had touched something deep inside her. The tiny flicker of passion had returned, and the flame was quietly licking at her practical sense.

"Hey, mister! How'm I gonna do that when I don't even know your name? I can't just call her up and say some guy's dog ruined my bikini and she's supposed to pay for it."

She held her breath until he stopped and turned. 

"Tomas, Tomas Cordoba." He began walking away again.

He was still leaving and she didn't know how to stop him. She felt the free end of the thin backstrap dangling at her side.

"Mr...., I mean, Tomas!" Since you made me break my strap, could you come back and try to fix it? I can't drive home wrapped up in a blanket."

He couldn't understand what had changed, but he turned and walked back. Maybe she finally believed him.

Veronica held the small triangles over her breasts as he fumbled in an attempt to tie the broken ends of the strap. It was inevitable that the back of his fingers would brush the soft curve that could not be contained by the mere scrap of material. He thought he detected a tiny tremor at this accidental touch, but the beautiful brunette said nothing. The strap was broken close to the bottom of the triangle, and he really needed to pull it out a little more, but she was holding it tight to her chest. He tried to slip the sleeve of the triangle away from the short end, but only succeeded in uncovering part of the dark nipple bed. He looked into Veronica's face to see if she was upset; the look was dreamlike and she licked sensuously at her pouting upper lip. Damn, she seemed to like being touched. If she kept this up, he would have to leave before things got out of hand.

At last, he managed to will his shaking hands to join the broken ends, and then walked behind her to secure the top with a new tie at her back. Unconsciously, he dropped his hands to the smooth curve of her waist as he inspected the new knot.

"There, I think that should do until you get home. Don't forget to call Judy when you get the new one. She'll take care of everything."

He was leaving again, and she wanted him to stay. His hands had been shaking as if he had been afraid to touch her. The unintended brush of his fingers over her breast had tuned her every sense to razor sharpness, and she had been standing there with every nerve screaming for another touch. When he had dropped his hands to her waist, her knees had almost given way. She quickly turned to block his exit.

"Would you like a wine cooler?" God, that sounded dumb the second after she said the words.

"A few minutes ago, you were going to scream if I took one more step, and now you offer me a drink?"

Veronica shrugged, and traced an arc in the sand with her toe.

"Well...I didn't know you then... and I owe you something for fixing my suit."

Tomas knew she was not so innocent as she pretended, but he told Rocky to stay, and sat down beside her after she had smoothed the blanket. He didn't especially like wine coolers, but she had insisted. 

"This is a private beach. How come you walk your dog down here?"

"Oh, I know the owners, and they don't care. They seldom come down here anyway. How is it that you're here? They never mentioned giving permission to a woman."

"Well..., they didn't exactly give me permission."

"So then, you're really trespassing?"

"I suppose you could say that, but nobody ever uses it, and I'm not hurting anybody."

"The owners told me they didn't want people here having parties down here at night, but they're an older couple so I guess they're bound to think that way." He smiled at Veronica. "You don't have parties down here at night, do you?" 

"God, no. I don't even have a boyfriend." She blushed at this revelation of her personal status, but then maybe it would put him at ease. Veronica hoped so; the flicker in her belly had consumed the last of her common sense and the ashes held desire for this man.

"You should."

"And why would that be?"

"A beautiful woman should be held and loved."

"I never thought of myself as beautiful. Kinda pretty, maybe, but not beautiful." She touched his arm in what she hoped would seem a casual gesture. The muscle tensed at her touch. "Thank you for saying that. It sounds nice, even if it isn't true."

The touch had intensified the senses already as tight as bowstrings. Was she trying to tell him she wanted more, or was the soft caress some habit. He knew people who touched everyone indiscriminately without really even knowing they had made the motion.




Broken Bikini Sunset



"It will be dark soon, and I should be leaving. Don't worry about the suit. It was my fault, really."

Tomas noticed that she made no move to rise. "Well, I think I'll just sit here and watch the sunset. I haven't had time to do that for a while. You're welcome to stay if you want."

The sun was a thin, orange sliver resting on the horizon when he picked up the end of the blanket and pulled it over her shoulders. Veronica turned to him with questioning eyes.

"I thought you might be cold."

He wasn't making any advance, and the suspense of waiting was killing her.

"This time of day, it's nicer to have someone to keep you warm."

The eyes were shimmering and the orange-red glow of the sunset reflected off the surface as flames licking at the emerald centers. It was the most natural thing in the world to pull her close and kiss her. It was even more natural to lie back on the blanket with her in his arms. They lay on their sides in the soft, tentative embrace both had desired but which neither could suggest. 

Veronica pressed her body against Tomas when she felt the exquisite touch of his hand on the small of her back. The gentle rubbing motion sent tingles through her being, and when the hand moved lower to caress the soft swell of her hip, she shivered in excitement. Tomas softly traced the crease between her hip and thigh and then ran his hand back up her back. She felt him tug at the back tie of the top and then move to the neck. The bikini fell between them when she pushed slightly away, and her dark, rigid nipples grew more taut and wrinkled when she brushed the hair on his chest. Veronica parted her lips and kissed him again. 

Tomas' hand was incredibly gentle as it caressed her shoulders, and little tingling waves of pleasure rippled through her body. He rolled to his back and carried her with him. Both his hands stroked down her back to her hips and cupped them tightly before moving up her sides to her breasts. When he lightly brushed them, Veronica couldn't suppress the tiny moan that surged from her throat. She spread her legs to straddle him, and waited with closed eyes for the next sensation from his touch. The cupping hands slipped under the bikini bottom to cradle her hips, and one finger gently traced the satin crease between them. The hands pulled gently and her breasts rubbed across his muscular chest sending waves through her that settled deep inside her belly. His lips nibbled at her neck, ear, and shoulder.

He gently rolled her back to her side, and Veronica felt the bikini bottom being rolled down her hips. She moved to her back and lifted herself to let it pass her bottom, and lifted first one leg and then the other as Tomas slipped it over her small, bare feet. When she opened her eyes, she met Tomas' sweeping gaze.

"Woman, you are truly beautiful."

He bent over her to kiss her again, and she pulled him to her with a hand behind his neck. His fingertips traced from her jaw to her neck and then to the soft valley between her breasts. The fingers were never hurried, and the touch was always soft against her velvety skin. She felt him caressing the underside of her left breast, then the side, and broke the kiss with a gasp as the finger circled the dark tip and lightly brushed her nipple. Veronica felt for the waistband of his shorts. He wore no belt, and she quickly found the snap and zipper. Tomas helped her pull the shorts down, and she discovered that he wore no underwear beneath them. Her hands searched through the coarse curls that covered his lower belly and found his erect manhood. She cradled it with her fingertips to feel the softness of the skin, and then stroked softly on the underside. The groan told her that Tomas enjoyed the sensation, so she closed her hand around the stiff shaft and pulled gently on the head. He groaned again.

Lips found her nipples and suckled gently before a tongue brushed over the tip. The sensation was electrifying, and Veronica felt her passage ripple as the lips closed over the nipple again. She sighed when his tongue circled the wrinkled, bumpy circle on her other breast, and tugged on his member again. 

Tomas' hand stroked the narrow strip of silken hair on her belly, and his fingertips swirled through the curls. The fingers slipped lower to first cup the outer lips of her sex, and then to separate the hair that had become matted inside the bikini. The touch was ever so gentle as Tomas lightly worked the curls to one side or the other, and at last Veronica felt him trace the length of her swollen lips. He teased the pouting flower of her womanhood by rubbing the lips together, and then as he kissed her and caressed her lower lip with his tongue, Veronica felt the finger slip between the petals to the oily slickness inside, and she involuntarily lifted her hips. The tip of her small tongue brushed his lightly and then sought the textures of his mouth. Tomas stroked the convoluted velvet of her inner petals and then slipped the finger through the threshold of her passage. 

Veronica was excited by the touch of this man, and her body had responded with the seeping of the glistening fluid that would ease his entrance. Tomas felt the wet warmth around his finger, and returned the moisture to her soft, inner lips. He gently manipulated them by slipping his finger partially through the portal and slipping it up and down, and by gently pulling on the silken surface. Veronica began to rock against his touch and to stroke his organ as she neared the small plateau of pleasure that would signal her readiness for him. When Tomas touched the small button at the top of her sex, she arched into his hand and cried out. The small circular caresses teased the little bud from it's lair of satiny skin, and at the first direct touch, Veronica cried out again and tried to pull Tomas between her thighs.

"Not yet, my beauty. You are much to erotic to be enjoyed so quickly."

Tomas pulled himself from her grasp, and she felt his lips trail kisses between her breasts, over her belly and down both thighs. His hands followed the trail, and gently spread her tanned hips. Veronica held her breath as Tomas' lips nuzzled the soft skin of her inner thighs, and a moan exploded with her exhalation when his tongue slipped between her petals. The soft tongue mapped each tiny wrinkle of her inner lips and left her panting in the failing light. Veronica clasped her thighs around his head when the tongue found the protruding center of her pleasure, and then opened wide as Tomas rasped the surface. She was so near explosion, so very near, and thought she would fall into the abyss when he suckled gently at the throbbing little nub, but he did so only for a moment, and then all sensation ceased. Her breathing slowed almost imperceptibly, and Tomas began again. Veronica writhed at the caress of his tongue and as he rolled and tugged at her swollen nipples, she began thrusting herself into his mouth. She was moaning with every breath now, and cried out each time the lips closed on her extended little bud and suckled. Veronica felt wave after wave of pleasure shudder through her frame and she pulled on Tomas' shoulders. This time he rose from her thighs and positioned himself between them.

The first touch of his member at her portal cause her to push up, but he withdrew from the thrust. He teased her at the entrance by pushing in a short way and then pulling back. Each stroke bored slightly deeper into her belly and when he ultimately sank inside her to his full length, he allowed her to rock her hips to force him deeper. The first long, slow strokes soon gave way to the rapid urging of her hips. 

The ache of his need for her forced Tomas to control himself, for he wanted her pleasure as much or more than he desired his own release. He supported his weight with one arm, and stroked her hip with the other. His fingers slipped between them to find the little nub again, and he began the same slow circling caress. More waves of sensation shot to her belly, and he felt the entrance to her womb as she thrust back against him. The feeling of the firm, soft point deep inside her was a sensation that he treasured, and Tomas kept thrusting himself deeply to reach this exquisite spot.

Veronica's cries became a continuous symphony of passion, and as Tomas stroked the little button in time with his thrusts, her body began to stiffen and rise from the blanket. He bent to kiss her and she enveloped his mouth with hers. She arched higher, then higher still, and Tomas sensed the beginning of her release. He drove himself deep into her, and rubbed directly across the little bud.

Veronica cried out through her grasping lips and convulsed in a spasm of shudders and rocking hips. As she felt the stream of his seed splash into her, she cried out again, and then lost all control of her mind and body. The sensations of Tomas slipping through the ripples of her passage and soft inner lips, and the pressure on the center of her sex cascaded her passion into an ephemeral world of blinding lights that erupted behind her closed eyelids. He thrust himself deep inside her again, and again, and then, gasping and spent, he lay cradled between her thighs.

She lay under him in quiet serenity and lightly stroked her hands over the muscles of his back until he slipped from her body. Never before had she experienced such ecstasy. Her body still quivered and her mind whirled as she hugged him to her breasts. She loved the feeling of his weight on her. 

"I'm probably crushing you. I'm sorry, but I've never -"

"I know, me neither."

Tomas lifted himself from her embrace and moved to lay beside her. He put his arm around her and she snuggled close.

"I suppose you have to go."

"Yes, I have to go back to Osborne tomorrow and make sure old Peters hasn't changed his mind again. If his presentation to the new owners isn't perfect, he'll blame me."

"It sounds like you don't like him very much."

"Oh, I like him just fine. I love it when he treats me like I'm stupid because I can't read his mind. I live to stay in the office and take all his calls while he goes out to play golf. He always writes it off to the company, but I know sometimes they invite him, because I take the calls and write the dates on his schedule. And I absolutely adore him for calling me Ronnie when I've asked him a thousand times to call me Veronica."

"So, why don't you just quit and stay here with me?"

"Because I like to eat and sleep indoors, silly boy. I need the job."

They dressed and Rocky trotted beside Tomas as they walked to her car. 

"Well, I'd call you if I knew your last name. There must be thousands of Veronica's in the book."

She kissed him and said, "Veronica Renas, but all you have to do is ask for the number".

"I'm asking then."

She wrote the number on a napkin from the burger place and handed it to him. "Is this just courtesy, or will I really see you again?"

"You'll see me again before you know it. Now go home and get some rest so you can go face...what was his name again?"

"Peters."

"So you can face Peters tomorrow. I don't envy you having to work with a jerk like that."

The next morning, she stepped out of the elevator and almost collided with Mr. Peters, or rather, she assumed the man was Peters. She couldn't see his face because of the stack of boxes he was carrying. The man put the boxes down, and her assumption was proven correct.

"Do you believe the nerve of that son of a bitch. He calls me to say he wants to hear the presentation early, and after I bust my ass getting in here, he's sitting in my office, and in my chair, mind you. I tell him I'll be ready as soon as I get the overheads made, and he says they won't be necessary. I ask him why, and he says because he wouldn't believe them anyway. I say, well I can show you that everything's right, and he says he's already checked everything and has decided that they won't need me any longer. I say, what the hell's that supposed to mean, and he says it means I'm fired and have thirty minutes to get out. I'm gonna sue his ass all the way to Arizona. I'm a Goddamned vice-president. He can't fire me that easily."

Peters picked up the boxes and staggered into the elevator. He asked her to press the button for him, and on a whim, she quickly pushed the buttons for all six floors between the office and the parking garage. As the doors closed, she chuckled and skipped into the office. As she sat down at her desk, Peter's office door opened, and Tomas stepped out. 

"Hi Veronica. I told you you'd see me soon."

She just sat with mouth agape as he smiled at her.

"I see Veronica's not in a talking mood today. Maybe I should come back tomorrow."

"N-No. Y-You just took me by surprise. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I had to come in to fire your boss, so I thought I'd hang around and see how things are going. You don't mind, do you?"

"You're the new owners?"

"Actually, I just represent them, but being the vice president of acquisitions does carry a certain amount of power. You were right about Peters, by the way. Our study of Osborne showed that as well as using the company to pay for his own entertainment, he was mis-stating the company finances. What you probably didn't know was that some of those golf outings took place at the apartment of a lady with, shall we say, somewhat flexible, but very expensive, morals. And, you were right about another thing, too; he was a real jerk."

"Uh, Mr. Cordoba, about last night. I didn't know -"

"I understand, and don't call me Mr. Cordoba, or I'll have to start calling you Ronnie."

"But this changes things."

"Yes, well..., I suppose I'll have to figure out how to keep seeing you since you're technically an employee, but that shouldn't be too difficult. Maybe we could keep meeting at that beach; I'm sure the owners wouldn't care."

"So you really do know the owners? I thought you were probably just saying that in case I owned it."

"Actually, the former owners were the older couple I told you about, and they did have this dislike of beach parties. The new owner thinks the occasional beach party is perfectly acceptable as long as he's invited. By the way, that new owner would be me."

"But - "

"I don't want any butts except that wonderful little one of yours, so stop trying to get rid of me and take the day off. I want you to go get another suit and call Judy, like I said. I'll be picking you up for dinner at six, assuming you'll give me your address, and I think afterwards, we'll stay at the house. Rocky won't knock you down there, and the wine I'll have on ice will taste a lot better than those wine coolers. We can talk about how we can keep seeing each other until we think of something better to do." He winked.

Veronica blushed and hurried back to the elevator. She was walking to her car when she saw Peters again. Apparently he'd had trouble with the boxes during all those stops, because a couple were torn and every few feet, something would fall out. Peters would swear, put down the load to retrieve the fallen item, and then struggle to pick them up again. The wig was hanging off one side of his head, and it looked like he was being attacked by a hairy teddy bear. She chuckled again as she unlocked the car door, and once she was safely inside, she burst out laughing. When her sides began to hurt, she managed to regained control and drove toward the exit. She saw Peters again as he loaded his car. He recognized her and smiled. The expression changed to a scowl when she drove past, and she giggled at the thought that she had accomplished this delightful change with just a single raised finger.

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