2 comments/ 37177 views/ 0 favorites Classy Carissa...Or Is She? Ch. 1 By: BadBombshellBabe Jack and Carissa had met just over a year ago at a nightclub. They were introduced by mutual acquaintances who thought that they were a good match. She was immediately attracted to His good looks...tall, dark brown hair, awesome body, and dark eyes that truly seemed to look right through her. But there was more to Him than just awesome looks. For a guy that was only a few years older than she, He seemed to be very commanding and very wise in a way that she couldn't explain or articulate. His mere gaze would cause a flutter in her belly, and moistness to leak from her conservative loins. She was a tall curvaceous brunette, with long hair, and light green eyes. Her fiends described her as sexy, and very beautiful...and she really was. She had turned thirty a few weeks before meeting Jack. She had an established career as a nurse...an RN, and considered herself successful. And she knew that this new man in her life was about to change her forever. ...she had NO idea... It took Carissa only a few weeks to realize that Jack was in fact very different from any other man she'd been with. Sex with Jack was more intense than anything she'd ever experienced, and she knew intuitively that it was going to get even better. She would find herself incredibly aroused merely by the way Jack said something or by the way He looked at her. She would blush and look away...the way she did one particular Saturday afternoon... ...as they lay on Jack's king sized bed, talking quietly...about nothing, really... "Don't look away, baby," He'd say. "What's got you so embarrassed?" He gently but firmly turned her face towards Him and forced her to look into His eyes as He touched her breast, and then rolled her nipple between His fingers. He pressed His fingers into her moistening box through her jeans. He delighted in watching her eyes fog over as passion began to overcome her. "Please Jack..." she whispered. "Please what?" Jack taunted...as Carissa squirmed beneath His roaming hands. Too embarrassed to express her needs she said nothing, she only looked at Jack with pleading eyes. "From now on, you're going to have to beg me for what you want, Carissa." The sound of Jack's calm voice made her want Him more..."Please Jack, I want You..." she managed. He laughed softly because He knew, without a doubt, that within the classy exterior of this sexy woman lived the heart of a total slut. "You'll have to do better than that, sweetie" He said a little sterner than before, but still smiling ever so slightly. Jack talked and said things to Carissa that she never dreamed would have excited her as they did. And Jack did know her soooo well...He knew that she was extremely turned on and today was the day to push her limits. "Okay, Carissa." Said Jack rather flatly. "If you don't want to tell me exactly what I want to hear, and do exactly as I say, we'll just have to stop for now." Carissa was a little confused and very wet and very turned on. She did want Jack to play with her. NOW. "One more chance, Carissa. Tell me what you want." She softly whispered "I...I...want You to touch my pussy and make me cum," as she put her head down. Jack softly smiled at her... "Don't turn your beautiful face away. Now look at me and say it again." "I want You to make me cum," Carissa repeated every bit at quietly as before, but this time flushing furiously as she maintained the eye contact He demanded. "Very good," said Jack as if He were speaking to a child. Jack leaned back on the stack of pillows piled high on the bed. He looked at Eve tenderly and said "Carissa, I want you to stand up and take off your clothes, all of them. Slowly. You know that you're sexy as hell...show me your body." She looked at Him and knew He was serious...but felt very self-conscious...it was early afternoon...He was fully clothed. And most of all she knew that He KNEW that this was difficult for her. "Stand up Carissa, and strip for me. I want to see your body. All of it." She slowly pushed herself up off of the big bed and stood before Him. Once again her face was flushed. Her reluctance delighted Him. "First your shirt, Carissa," Jack said gently. She peeled her clingy t-shirt over her head and waited for Jack to tell her what He wanted her to do next. "Now turn around and take off your jeans. Bend over and arch your back when you pull them down and show me your lovely ass." She complied. He then told her to remove her bra and undies. Again she did as she was told, feeling very wet and turned on by being treated this way. Why was she feeling so turned on by talked to like a slut?, she wondered. "Now Carissa," Jack said "I'd like you to squeeze your nipples... play with them, make them hard." "What!!?" Carissa cried softly. "You heard me," Jack replied calmly. "Do it now." Carissa felt ashamed. She was turned on and embarrassed all at the same time. Little did Jack know that she would do ANYTHING He told her to do...or did He? She touched her breasts and with trembling fingers lightly brushed over the tops of both nipples. "Very nice,Carissa," said Jack approvingly. "Now climb up on the bed for me." Obediently, she did as she was told and lied down next to Him. He looked at her intently and smiled ever so slightly. "You like to be treated like a slut, don't you Carissa?" She couldn't manage an answer. "Don't you?" He asked a little louder. "Yes," she finally whispered. "Yes what?" He asked. "Yes, I like to be treated like a slut." Her pussy was beginning to ache. She longed for His touch. Never in a million years would she have guessed that being talked to like a whore would make her feel so deliciously wet. "That's better,Carissa. Now I'd like for you to spread your legs for me...really wide...like a slut would," said Jack with a grin, "and Carissa, I expect for you to obey quickly and look at Me. Wider, spread them wider." Again, He spoke to her with the tone usually reserved for a child. She quickly splayed her legs far apart, as He gently pushed on her inner thighs; forcing them even farther...she felt sooo exposed and vulnerable...and turned on. "Do you like being spread wide for me, Carissa?" Jack asked. "Yes, Jack, i do." she whispered. "Do you like being my slut? ," He asked. "Yes, Jack, i do." "I want you to show me your pussy... hold your pussy lips apart for me...spread them as far apart as you can." Carissa was terribly embarrassed and very reluctant. Suddenly, and without warning, Jack sharply smacked her ass cheek...she squealed at the sting and humiliation...the humiliation that she was getting wetter by the second. ...and Jack knew. He seemed to know and be able to predict everything. He knew that this would be a very long and enjoyable afternoon. Classy Carissa...Or Is She? Ch. 2 Jack studied Carissa as she lay there next to Him…He fully clothed, she naked, widely spread…wetness leaking uncontrollably from her body. Her beauty was stunning. And He knew she was willing to do anything. Jack leaned between Carissa's widely spread thighs and examined her pussy. "well, well," He remarked, "just like I thought." His finger traced a circle around her slit. "You're soaking wet," he said in an almost condescending tone. "You like to have your ass slapped, don't you?" "Yes." Carissa softly whispered. She couldn't believe that she was lying here spread like a whore, and liking it. She wanted desperately to feel His touch. "Keep your cunt lips spread wide for me, or you'll get another smack on that beautiful ass of yours." Jack lightly touched her pussy, occasionally brushing her clit, causing her to lift her hips toward his hand. "No, not yet, sweetie," He said. Suddenly she was aware of another loud SMACK and felt the sting on her other cheek. She had lost her concentration for only a second and her knees had closed only a little…surely He hadn't even noticed… "Carissa, Carissa," whispered Jack. "Just keep them wide open for Me." Ever so lightly He circled her clit with His warm tongue and teased the opening of her slit with His finger, causing her to moan softly. She pushed her hips toward Him again, this time being extremely careful not to drop her knees. "What do you want Carissa?" He taunted. "Beg Me." "Please, Jack…," she whispered. "Your finger…I want Your finger." "You do?" He teased. "Hmmm," He said as He examined her pussy again. He firmly pushed on the back of her thigh, causing her ass to rise slightly. She felt utterly helpless…ass in the air…her most private and sensitive parts exposed. "So, Carissa…you want my finger, huh?." While using the thumb of one hand to peel apart the cheek of her ass, He used a finger on the other hand to lightly press against her virgin asshole. Carissa had been touched there before and she had rather liked it. But never had any man ever penetrated her butt. She had an idea of what was about to occur and the thought was wildly pleasing. "Mmmm, so you like that too??" asked Jack as He continued to touch and increase the pressure on her asshole. "Yesss…" answered Carissa, barely audible. "You are quite the little delightful whore. You please Me," He said in His soothing voice. "Are you my fuck whore, Carissa?" He asked. "Yes," she stammered quietly. "Say it then, baby," He demanded. "I'm Your fuck whore, Jack," she whispered. As He resumed pressing His finger to Carissa's asshole, He simultaneously began to touch her clit. She sighed deeply as her sexual tension mounted. "Do you like that, Carissa? He asked. "Ooh yess…," she replied. "Tell me what you like…tell me what you want, Carissa." Said Jack as he lightly squeezed her clit between His thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmm" was all she could manage. "Beg Me for my finger, Carissa. Beg Me to slide My finger into your tight ass, or I'll get up and walk out of the room and there will be no pleasure for My beautiful fuck whore today." There she was…spread before Him like a slut. Her need and desire was all that mattered. She would do anything… She managed to open her eyes and look at Him for a brief second. She knew He meant what He said about leaving her there… "Please slide Your finger into my ass, Jack," she said. "More, beg Me more," He responded. "Please, please, Jack…I want to feel Your finger in my tight ass," she pleaded. He used the juice dripping from her cunt to lube his finger and slowly started to work the tip into her little butt. She squirmed beneath His big hand as He used His forearms to hold her still. "Stop thrashing," He warned, or I'll have to redden your ass again. She tried her best not to move excessively… She wasn't sure if the sensation of her asshole being invaded was painful…Jack's attention to her clit somewhat distracted her from the fingertip probing at her ass… But when He slowly began to insert His finger deeper into her, she felt stretched…and she felt naughty that she enjoyed having her ass played with like this. She moaned louder as Jack made sure to pay equal attention to Carissa's clit. "You like that my little fuck-slut?" He asked knowing what the answer would be. "Oohh yess, Jack," she moaned. "Then don't you think that you should thank Me for your pleasure, Carissa?" He inquired rather matter of factly. Her head reeled in confusion. He was asking so much of her…in this state she was barely able to think…"Thank Me for sliding My finger into your ass," He repeated sternly. She blushed furiously…she felt degraded, slutty, and so hot. Not only was she enjoying the hell out of this, but now He was making her admit it…out loud. "Thank you, Jack," she mumbled. Suddenly He slapped her ass…much harder than before…. "You'd better do better than that, baby," He said, quite kindly. Why don't you try it again," He suggested. He was playing with her clit and very slowly sliding His finger all the way in and all the way out of her ass. She moaned again…intense pleasure enveloped her. "Oh, thank You, Jack," she whispered…"Your finger in my ass feels sooo good." "Much better," said Jack. He decided that she had waited long enough, it was time to relieve His little fuck toy. "Do you want to cum, whore?" He asked. "Yes…please…I wanna cum," she answered in a raspy voice. "Try: 'Yes please I wanna cum, SIR', and we've got a deal," He said as He occasionally flicked the tip of her clit with His tongue. Now panting, she repeated "YespleaseiwannacumSIR." With that, He rhythmically started flicking and circling her clit with His wet moist tongue. And not sure how He managed it, she felt a finger sliding into her quivering pussy as well. At first He pumped both holes simultaneously, and then switched to pumping into one hole and out the other…but He always keeping His tongue on her clit. She felt the hot congestion deep in her belly…and she was out of breath. He was wishing that He'd chosen to restrain her…well there was always next time. As He increased the pressure and momentum of his tongue, her hips began to twitch…she moaned…saying His name over and over…pulling His head into her bucking pussy… "Mmmmyyesss. Ooooohh. Thank You Jack," she sighed. She leaned into the pillows, relaxed and comfortable. Jack said "Don't get too comfortable, whore." Classy Carissa...Or Is She? Ch. 3 Carissa was lazily lying back on the pillows when Jack leaned His face to hers and kissed her passionately. As her tongue swirled around His she was aware of her own taste and aroma. He touched her face as He kissed her, then moved His hand to the back of her head...drawing her closer by her by lacing his fingers through a handful of her long golden-brown locks. "Oww, You're hurting me, Jack," she whined. "And you like it don't you, Carissa?" He asked as He tugged a little harder. "Don't you?" He repeated more harshly. "Yesss," she whined again. She did like it and that fact embarrassed her terribly. Jack found this to be one of Carissa's greatest charms. She longed to touch Him and taste Him; she wanted His cock in her mouth. Her fingers delicately trailed down His chest toward His stomach. Suddenly, she felt the sting of a slap on her bare ass. "Not so fast, slut. I'm calling the shots. I thought you had that part figured out ," Jack stated with a rather annoyed tone is His voice. "Wait for My instructions, and then do exactly as you're told. Understand?" He asked in a more soothing, yet condescending tone. He rather appreciated her enthusiasm but she would have to learn to wait for His commands. "I don't want you to touch me yet. Only use your mouth, lips and tongue." He said calmly. Flustered and confused she looked at Him. Then she used her cheek to push up His shirt. She loved the cool, smooth feel of His skin. She licked and kissed His chest and abdomen tenderly. She wanted to devour Him. Abruptly, He stood up and announced: "I'll be right back." After being gone for only a minute or two he returned with a bottle of mineral water. He set the bottle on a table and peeled His t-shirt off, and then picked the water up again. "Are you thirsty, Carissa?" asked Jack. "Yes," she replied softly. "Come here," He ordered, "and get on your knees." He was smiling slightly. She was burning with humiliation...but complied. "Open your mouth," He whispered, realizing that this behavior was very out of character for her. Again, she obeyed. He poured the cold water into her mouth...Slowly...Carefully...Erotically. "Now slut, I want you to take off My jeans," He said, again becoming more stern. She unfastened the belt, unzipped them and pulled them to the floor. He stepped out of them and then sat down on the edge of the tall bed. "Suck Me bitch," He ordered. She started to rise from the floor. "No, Carissa," He said in a demeaning tone. "I like you on your knees." She was ashamed that again He had managed to turn her on like this. She crawled to Him and licked His inner thighs, trailing her warm, moist tongue to His pulsating cock. She licked lightly at first, increasing the pressure just a bit at a time. He moaned in approval. She swirled her tongue around in circles and massaged His shaft with her fingers...using her thumb to press and massage at the base. She used the flat part of her tongue to lick her way down to His balls and gently take each one into her mouth...lightly caressing each with her tongue. She licked her way back up to his swollen cock, licking Him like an ice-cream cone. Using saliva, she had made her hand and fingers very wet, which she used to pump His cock while she simultaneously licked and sucked. He entwined His fingers in the back of her hair as He fucked her mouth with fervor...her tongue swirled on the down-stroke...she sucked harder on the up...He knew it was a matter of seconds before He would cum. "You're getting this load in your beautiful face, whore....get ready" He stated with unusual calmness. Carissa continued to lick and suck until Jack pulled her head back just enough to shoot His cum all over the side of her cheek. "That was very nice my gorgeous fuck-toy, but I'm not finished with you yet Get up on the bed, on your elbows and knees," He commanded. She immediately did as she was told. "Now, close your eyes," He said, " and don't even think about peeking." Carissa heard Jack walk to His closet and open the door...He returned just a few moments later and lay something beside her. Then, she heard Him walk over to His dresser, and a drawer slid open. There was silence for several seconds before the drawer closed and He returned. Her eyes remained closed. "Very good, my obedient little slut ," He whispered in her ear. "Keep your eyes closed as I put this on," He reminded her as she felt cool silky fabric being tied about her head...a tie, no doubt, she thought to herself. "Now, give me your arm," He said as He began to loop another tie around her slim wrist. He gently but firmly pulled the tie to the large iron headboard. He didn't want to hurt her, just restrict her movement a bit. Once both wrists were secured He ordered her to her knees. "Spread your knees, slut...more!" He commanded as He stroked and kneaded her round firm ass. "Stick your ass way out," He added. She did exactly what He said, as she didn't desire a smack on her ass again, especially not in this position. Again she was spread before Him...for His use...for His pleasure. She found the restriction of movement very erotic. The additional sense of vulnerability was extremely exciting...and the sense of anticipation of the blindfold brought a heightened sensitivity to each and every nerve in her body. "You're enjoying this even more than I thought you would. Aren't you?" He asked as He began to probe at her very moist cunt. "MmmmmYess," she whispered. Carissa was aware of Jack's hand's reaching for something at the other side of the bed. Next she felt the cold smoothness of steel sliding up the inside of her thigh. Jack began to kiss the cheek of Carissa's ass...gently nibbling. Carissa immediately heard the hum of the large toy when Jack turned it on. It took him a second to adjust it to the desired intensity. "Arch your back...stick your ass way out, slut...so I can give you what you want. But Carissa, there's a new rule to this game. You can't cum until I say so." Jack spoke with conviction and authority..."Understand?" "Yes," Carissa replied. She already felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm...and He had barely touched her. She arched her back, and offered Him her ass as instructed, gripping the bars of the headboard. Jack inched the silver bullet shaped vibrator towards her aching pussy very slowly as tenderly kissed the small of her back. He used the thumb of the other hand to massage and spread her wetness up and down her crack. She moaned softly. After what seemed like an eternity to Carissa, the vibrator reached her swollen clitoris...and Jack's finger was lightly dipping into her wet, wanting pussy. She wanted desperately to impale herself on Jack's finger...but the ties around her wrists prevented her from plunging herself on to them. Jack alternated the speed of the vibrator, never quite allowing her to get accustomed to it's intensity...and His finger had not yet fully penetrated her hole...her breath alternated from rapid to shallow...His beautiful whore was very, very excited.... "Remember, Carissa...not yet..." He reminded. He spread the dripping wetness from her cunt to her ass... rubbing it with his thumb, as the vibrator continued to lightly buzz on her clit... Carissa heard Jack move behind her as He positioned Himself to fuck her from behind. She felt his bulging cock pressing against her open, eager pussy as He slowly guided it in. He repositioned the vibrator on her clit...and resumed massaging her asshole with His thumb. With the little slack she had...she wriggled her ass to Him...and pressed her clit to the vibrator as much as she could as she panted irregularly. Jack replaced His thumb with His index finger, and began to probe her ass...lightly at first...but gradually sinking it in deeper...and deeper...as His cock sank deep into her pussy. "You're awesome, Carissa...really awesome," Jack whispered... "Cum for me...cum now, baby," as He plunged a second finger into her tight ass and stroked her clit with the vibrator. Carissa wiggled and bucked for several seconds...and then she let out a series of loud sighs and moans.....had it not been for the ties on her wrists she may have squirmed away...but Jack continued to thrust His cock into her for several minutes...while wriggling His fingers in her butt...until her orgasm completely subsided. Then Jack removed the blindfold and restraints from her wrists. "Wow," whispered Carissa. "That was incredibly intense, Jack." "I knew you'd like..." He smiled warmly as He caressed her. "And just think," He added, "that's just the beginning." Classy Carissa...Or Is She? Ch. 4 It was a Saturday afternoon, warmer than usual for fall. Carissa looked at the clock, wondering when Jack would be home. He had gone to meet Trevor, a good friend and colleague, for lunch. Trevor was one of very few who knew the nature of Jack and Carissa's relationship. When the phone rang, Carissa eagerly answered it, sensing that it would be Jack. She wasn't surprised to hear his voice…he told her that he'd be home in about an hour and that Trevor was coming with him. He also told her to change into a short skirt and to remember the rules…to wear nothing underneath it, or her shirt. Puzzled and apprehensive Carissa walked upstairs to change. After freshening up, she slipped into the skirt and a pretty red t-shirt that buttoned up the front. She brushed her long chestnut colored hair and applied some liner and gloss to her full lips. She finished by spraying a bit of perfume on her neck and chest. It seemed to be taking them an awfully long time to arrive. As she stood at the picture window waiting, she thought about Jack's request…surely it didn't mean…. Finally she saw Jack's truck driving up the street of their upscale neighborhood, Trevor following right behind in his car. She watched as they pulled onto the secluded driveway and as both men got out. Trevor was in his late forties Carissa guessed…he was tall and broad, dark hair, silvering a bit at the temples. His most striking feature was his disarming blue eyes. She found him quite attractive. Carissa opened the door as they stepped onto the covered porch. Before she had a chance to say a word, Jack said "Sorry it took so long, babe. We got to talking about you, and lost track of time." "No big deal" she replied…wondering exactly what had been said about her. She turned to Trevor. "Great to see you again. How've you been?". She smiled warmly and gave him a light hug. "You look awesome as always, Carissa. Things have been really good"….Trevor responded…and the chit chat continued as they sat down in the expansive, nicely decorated living room; Carissa and Jack sat on the large sofa and Trevor across from them in an overstuffed chair. "Hey, Carissa...be a doll and bring out some beer, would you" asked Jack after a few minutes. She smiled at Jack as she got up to do what he asked, and returned with 3 opened bottles and some glasses. She carefully set everything on the heavy wooden coffee table and sat back down next to Jack. They continued to talk…about work, the weather, everything and nothing. Jack's hand went from resting on her thigh to slowly creeping upwards to the hem of her short skirt. She squirmed and shifted and eventually crossed her legs. Big mistake. Jack immediately looked at her…unblinking and unkindly he said "Uncross your legs, now." She complied immediately. Once again his fingers found the hem of her skirt and he lightly brushed his fingers under it. Carissa was mortified. Jack had never used her or displayed her in front of anyone. They had discussed it however, and he informed her that 'one day' he would desire to do just that. Had that day come? Her head was down, sort of looking at the floor. She raised her eyes a bit to see if Trevor was looking at Jack's hands. Of course he was. Just then Jack pressed at her knee, nudging her legs apart. Reluctantly, she opened them a little. Another big mistake. Again Jack looked at her. This time he spoke louder "Open your legs Carissa. Stop acting foolish". He turned towards her and pulled her skirt up barely exposing her, and slid his hand between her legs. Carissa was stiff and unwilling. This made Jack quite angry. "You know that I expect for you to be available to me whenever and wherever I desire, Carissa. You'll be punished for your disobedience later. But right now I want you to go over and let Trevor look at you...show him anything he wants to see. Maybe once you know he's seen it all…and touched it all…you'll loosen up." Carissa looked at Jack in agony. "You mean I have to show…show him everything???" "Yes, Carissa. Go show him everything" he stated firmly. "Now". Jack knew that exposing herself this way would excite Carissa…she just didn't know it yet. Slowly Carissa stood up and walked over to Trevor. She looked at Jack, hoping he'd change his mind or something…. although she knew better… "Unbutton your shirt, Carissa" Jack demanded as if he were talking to a child. "Now open it so Trevor can see your tits". She did exactly as she was told. "Go ahead, Trevor, she's all yours" said Jack. "Very nice", admired Trevor as he reached up and lightly rolled Carissa's nipple between his fingers. He alternated between one breast and the other, pinching and tugging each nipple in turn. "Now, the rest of it, Carissa" demanded Jack. "Pull your skirt way up and show Trevor your pussy." Carissa inched the skirt up, exposing her nearly bare shaved crotch. She stood there waiting for further directions, risking that Jack would get mad at her again. And he did. "What's the matter with you today? Spread your feet apart and open your pussy lips so that Trevor can see. You know better than this...now put your foot on the coffee table and show him your cunt, or I'll have to punish you right here and now." Oh, that's the last thing Carissa wanted… 'please, not in front of Trevor', she thought. Immediately she placed her foot on the table and spread her pussy lips. Trevor leaned closer towards her and chuckled…adding to her embarrassment. "She seems to be enjoying herself, Jack", he said as he slid his finger into her pussy, revealing that she was dripping wet. She blushed furiously. Trevor continued to examine her…he tugged at the hood to expose her clit. He lightly flicked it a couple of times before sinking his finger deep into her aching pussy. Carissa moaned and tilted her hips in the direction of Trevor's hand. But he withdrew his finger… and she sighed in frustration. "Now, I think you should turn around and let Trevor get a good look at your pretty ass", Jack stated simply. "Lean way over and stick your butt way out. " Carissa quickly turned around and spread her feet and knees widely, she bent over, placing her elbows on the coffee table. She arched her back, and thrusted her ass up, exposing herself completely. "Good girl." Jack said. Trevor pulled at her cheeks, spreading them wide to expose her tight hole. Placing his thumbs close to her anus, he pulled her open. Jack walked over to stand behind Carissa. He watched as Trevor firmly massaged the outside of Carissa's tightly puckered hole, causing it to relax and open, making her moan. Once more he gripped the edges of her asshole with his thumbs and the tips of his forefingers, opening her even more. He lightly rubbed and pressed the pink puffy flesh with the pads of his finger…up and down and back and forth. She pushed her ass towards him…seeking penetration. But he pushed only the tip of his finger in…he wiggled and twisted it, and pushed at the tight ring of her hole in every direction. Carissa desperately wanted full penetration, but knew she wasn't going to get just yet…. "You like that, don't you my little slut", asked Jack. "Mmm…Yes", she said. "Yes, what?" snapped Jack as Trevors finger continued to poke and tease Carissa's asshole. "Yes, Sir. I like it", she almost yelled. "Then don't you think you should thank Trevor and tell him that you like it?" "Thank you, Trevor. I like your finger in my ass." She replied. "Yeah, she's pretty hot." Trevor sighed and smiled as he leaned back into his chair. As Jack sat back down on the sofa he motioned for Carissa to sit next to him again. She stood up and walked to Jack and sat beside him. "Lean back on the pillows… raise your hips and slide this one under your butt…pull your leg way back and put your foot on the back of the sofa …that's it …and keep your other foot on the floor." said Jack as he tapped her left leg and pushed on the inside of her right knee. "Now hold your pussy open. Wider. More." She used the tips of her first three fingers to pull her labia apart, which opened her cunt for view. "That's it…just like that", he said, talking to her in a tone usually reserved for small children. She was very turned on and terribly wet. She was exposed from clit to tailbone and felt very vulnerable and a bit silly. She didn't understand why she liked this so much… Carissa couldn't believe that she was lying here spread like this …but she did as she was told, although she didn't know what to expect next. Jack and Trevor didn't pay her much attention. They talked about this and that, and Jack went to the kitchen to get more beer. When he returned he occasionally circled her clit with a wet finger, or briefly rubbed her asshole, still refraining from penetration. She had lost track of time…it seemed as though she'd been laying like that forever when Jack announced that he was getting hungry, and suggested that they all go out for dinner. Carissa released her pussy lips and began to sit up, when Jack stopped and looked at her. "What do you think you're doing?" he boomed. "I thought…" she replied meekly when Jack interrupted her… "Lay back down, exactly the way you were. I'll tell you when to get up, slut. I'll be right back." he announced as he stood up and went upstairs to the bedroom. He returned a moment later holding something in his hand. He sat back down between Carissa's legs. In his hand was a string of large beads. Carissa's eyes widened as Jack explained that he thought the beads would make dinner a little more interesting. He gently rolled them around her wet slit, preparing them for insertion. Then he placed the first bead against her asshole firmly pushing and twisting it at the same time. With minimal effort the first bead slipped into her ass. He pushed it in deeper with his finger, sliding in all the way to his third knuckle. He fingered her deeply with the insertion of each additional bead …pushing and stretching the sides of her rectum every time. Trevor watched silently as Carissa sighed and moaned, desperately wanting even more stimulation. But Jack wasn't ready for that just yet. 'Maybe later, when they get home' he thought, with a trace of a smile. "Good Girl." Said Jack as he stood up. "Now, you can fix yourself so we can go. Don't take too long." Carissa stood up, very aware of the fullness in her ass…and the plastic ring dangling between her ass cheeks. She smoothed her skirt, buttoned her shirt and fluffed her hair with her fingers. She dabbed some gloss onto her lips and they were on their way. She scooted into the middle of the seat in Jack's big truck. "Keep your knees apart" ordered Jack. "Farther…more" he said in that condescending tone. Of course Carissa complied, pulling her legs apart as far as she could, her skirt hiking up in the process. The ride was sort of cozy…they talked and laughed…As they drove, Trevor stroked her pussy, always making sure to stop before she got too close to cumming. She was worried that all her wetness would start to leak onto her skirt. Carissa sat between the two men in a big semi-circular booth. During dinner Jack and Trevor took turns sliding their hand beneath her skirt. Carissa couldn't eat…she had been on the verge of an orgasm for what seemed like hours. Luckily they finished dinner quickly and Carissa hoped they'd be on their way back home in a very short time. As they were preparing to leave Carissa noticed Jack discussing something with their waiter. 'Now what!?' she wondered. Jack leaned close to her and said, "It seems our waiter thinks you're pretty hot. I told him that there's something you'd love to show him. I want you to follow him to the office and show him what you have in your ass…and let him play with it if he wants to." Carissa gasped in horror. "Oh Jack, I can't!! Please don't make me…" Jack interrupted her. "Fine, Carissa. You've been very disagreeable today. Let's just go home and take care of this there." Jack said coldly. She knew she was in trouble, exactly how much trouble she did not know. "But first", Jack continued, "you will follow the waiter". As Carissa slowly rose to her feet she looked at the waiter who stood patiently waiting for them. Jack pushed her towards him and they followed him down the hall. The young waiter opened the door and the three of them stepped inside. In the office there was a big oak desk, two wingback chairs, and the usual office accoutrements. Immediately, Jack ordered Carissa to raise her skirt all the way up and to turn around. "Does she always do everything you tell her to do?" the curious waiter asked. "She's my slut and loves to be looked at and played with", explained Jack. He then kneeled behind her, grasped her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing the plastic ring and the string in her tight asshole. "Whoa, dude…!" exclaimed the enthusiastic waiter "how cool is that!…" Jack grinned at him and said "Yea, it is, isn't it…go ahead, give it a pull." Carissa couldn't believe that they were staring at her ass and discussing it as if she wasn't even there. "Are you sure?" the young man asked…"I mean… well… she won't mind or anything?" "I'm positive' Jack replied. "Tell him Carissa…tell him that you like to have your ass played with." "Yes, Sir" Carissa responded weakly, "I do… I really love to have my ass played with" she assured him. With that the waiter gently tugged on the ring, causing a bead to barely peek out of her ass. "Wow" he whispered… "Pull a little harder" Jack coached as he stretched her ass apart more. The waiter slowly tugged at the string…causing the bead to slip out of Carissa's ass. She was terribly aroused, desperately needing relief. But knew right away that she wasn't getting any yet… "Well, we really have to get going" said Jack as he slowly stood up. "Fix yourself, so we can leave. I don't want to keep Trevor waiting". The ring and bead swayed freely beneath Carissa's skirt, and the remaining beads rolled around inside her as she tried to compose herself for the walk to the truck. They walked to their table where Trevor was finishing his drink. He stood up and they all walked outside. Again Carissa sat in the middle and this time opened her knees shamefully wide without being told. But she was ignored. The men spoke to eachother without including her. She knew that Jack was still mad at her. When they arrived back at the house, Jack immediately ordered Carissa to strip. She looked at Jack with pleading eyes, but his gaze was stern and unrelenting. Carissa peeled off her clothes. "Now come here." He commanded. Carissa looked at Trevor out of the corner of her eyes as she walked towards Jack. She stood before him…waiting. "On my lap, ass in the air…knees apart" he demanded. Now she knew… "Trevor", Jack said "do you mind giving me a hand? Pull her ass apart for me." She felt him pry her cheeks apart…and then she felt the first stinging ~smack~ on her ass. At the same moment she felt one of the beads being jerked from her clenched hole. She gasped in surprise and lust. The sensations overwhelmed her. The next ~smack~ occurred at the same time another bead…and another, was pulled out. This continued until all the beads were roughly removed. Assuming that her punishment was finished Carissa relaxed on Jack's lap. Just then Jack stuffed a wet finger into her now stretched anus…sliding it all the way in…simultaneously slapping her ass. Carissa, caught by surprise, grunted, and momentarily thrashed about. Trevor held her firmly, keeping her cheeks spread widely, allowing Jack to finger her ass deeply as he spanked her. After about a minute, he added another finger…stretching her sphincter even further as he twisted his hand and wriggled his fingers, while the stinging slaps to her ass continued. After about a dozen or so slaps, Jack decided that she'd been spanked enough, and he wanted to watch her cum. The hand that was slapping her ass now found it's way to her throbbing clit. He circled it with his fingertips as he continued to pump her ass. Taking Jack's cue Trevor slid his finger into her slippery pussy. Carissa whined and moaned…begging Jack to let her cum. 'Not just yet, my beautiful slut' thought Jack…he loved to watch her writhe in need and ecstasy as she sought relief. Trevor slid another finger along side the first…her juices drenching his hand. Carissa thought she could not hold back her orgasm another second when Jack finally breathed in her ear…"Okay, Baby…you can cum now." He finally said. The two held her tightly to maintain the deep penetration in both of her holes…stiring and probing her…Jack rolled her quivering clit between his slippery fingers. Carissa bucked and thrashed wildly as her orgasm overtook her. Gradually her body began to relax…and her orgasm began to subside. Exhausted, Carissa remained on Jack's lap. He stroked her hair…then kissed her. He carefully picked her up and carried her to the sofa, where he gently lay her down and covered his beautiful slut with a soft blanket.