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Victoria's Secret

By: M Crimm



OK, I was bored. Really I don't have any excuses. Nor should I have any. I was reading erotic stories online again. Some interested me. A lot didn't. I guess I expected too much. Not that I'm in any position to complain, the stories I've tried to write but all of mine come out as half-assed and looking like a horny teen age boy wrote them.

One story, I found earlier tonight I found so bad that it made me laugh to myself. The story was about a couple that go shopping together on Christmas Eve at Victoria's Secret. The woman in the story turns into some freak exhibitionist that shows off her body clad with only a silk teddy or something to all the men in the store doing their last minute shopping then has a threesome in the dressing room.

The story made me laugh because I work at Victoria's Secret and something like that would never happen.

Maybe I'm asking for too much for some sort of realism in the stories I read. Maybe I'm not letting my mind go enough. As soon as the woman stepped out of the dressing room wearing only underwear she would've been asked or escorted by the sales girl back into the room. How do I know that? Because I've been the sales girl that had to do that. Not because the woman was an exhibitionist or anything but because she wanted to show her bra to her friend.

We make sure that no one does do anything they're not supposed to do in the dressing rooms. We only let one person in a dressing room at a time. Sorry, I know it sounds boring. But I like my job. OK, It's not that great of a job but it pays the bills right now.

People seem to think Victoria's Secret is a hot bed for sex. Maybe Frederick's of Hollywood is but Vicki's isn't. Again I apologize for ruining all of your dreams. Working at Victoria's Secret is like working in any other clothing store except I'm surrounded by bras and panties all day long. People think that because we work there we're all nymphomaniacs. Maybe we have a little bit more underwear but we get a discount. I think I've been asked five times by men to try something on because they say they want to see what it would look like on their wife or girlfriend because I have the same body as their wife or girlfriend. If only their wife or girlfriend knew what a scum bag the guy was.

But it's not just the men that hit on the sales girls. One of the thing's we do is size a woman to determine what bra size they are. Trust me guys it really sucks to be wearing a bra that doesn't fit. I guess it would feel like wearing underwear that fit too tight. Anyways, when wearing a bra we measure around the women and we actually do have to touch them. But not like that. I've had some women that seem to like it more than others but that doesn't bother me too much. I just try to ignore it. Oh yeah, I guess I should tell you now that there are no huge stockroom lesbian orgies. Sorry. What makes me uncomfortable is when I have to go into a dressing room with the customer to see if the bra fits. It's kind of weird. Sure I've seen my friends and roommates in their underwear but everyone does to some extent. I've seen more sagging breasts and boyfriends like to ask if seeing another woman in her underwear turns me on. Sorry, it doesn't.

OK, that's enough of me ranting and raving. Back to why that story didn't turn me on. Because I know what it's like to have sex in a Victoria's Secret store and it's nothing like what I read. We didn't have sex in the dressing room or on top of a panty table and I definitely did not get naked for all the men in the store see. It didn't even involve having sex with a stranger if you can believe that. 

They hired a guy to work in the stockroom over the Christmas break. They planned to have him just help out during the holiday season but he stayed and four months later he still is there. I'm part of the reason.

Gossip spreads around at Victoria's Secret like at any other store. As soon as they hired Nick gossip focused on him. Somehow the two of us were romantically linked before we were even really romantically linked. When we started dating we tried to keep it a secret. We didn't show any affection to each other in the store, not even a quick kiss. I don't think too many people actually knew for a fact that we dated but everyone seemed to believe the rumors. 

It started out innocently enough. OK, it really didn't. I walked into the stockroom looking for a bra and not expecting to see a cute guy back there sorting through the shipment of new merchandise. I walked into the room adjusting my bra so my face turned a little red but he was staring at my chest as I did it so neither of us were truly innocent. 

Our relationship could be defined as pretty boring. We went to McDonald's together on our breaks. We ate cheeseburgers, bitched about work and complained about our positions in life. We had a natural attraction.

Nicks works during the day somewhere else and works only evenings and weekends at Victoria's Secret. Outside of work there we didn't really have much time to spend together. We ventured to a restaurant across the street from the mall on our first real date outside of the mall food court. To tell the truth, we never went on any other real dates but I'm not complaining. After dinner at the restaurant I went home with him.

Nick worked three our four nights and we usually spent those nights together after work. He satisfied me but I would've like a little more but he didn't have the time.

One of the these nights after having sex, Nick lay next to me. I stared at the ceiling contemplating life. He stared at my tits. "I really love this but I have only one complaint." I said.

"Oh," Nick became worried.

"But don't worry it's not you. I'm sure it happens to a lot of guys."

His face became red.

"I'm joking. I really think you're great in bed." I grinned. "I just wish we had more time we could spend together. Hopefully together in bed."

"Me too." I never said Nick was much for words. "The only time we have too much time together is at work. There's sometimes at work I see you and get so horny. I want to take you right there."

I kissed him. I wanted him inside of me again. We never planned on having sex there. When we couldn't take our breaks together during my breaks I usually went the stockroom to talk to Nick while he worked.

The Saturday in question was no different.

"I'm going to miss you." Nick said. For three days he was going to be gone, visiting his parents for the holidays.

"Do you still have to leave tonight?" I knew he did. It was his sister's birthday and he had to leave work and rush to his parents house to catch dinner.

"Yes."

"You know this is the longest we're going to be separated." I said. "Did you know this is the longest we're going to go without having sex."

The stockroom door opened when I was about to give him an innocent kiss. Another sales girl walked in looking for something. After she left, I did kiss him. "I really want you." I said.

"Don't tease me."

"I'm sorry."

"We could do it here."

"No we couldn't." I looked at the door.

"It does lock."

"And what would you say to someone who knocked on the door? What if it was a manager."

"You worry too much." He pinned me against the folding table but I didn't do too much escape his arms. He kissed me and it was far from an innocent kiss. His tongue explored my mouth. I felt him grow hard against my stomach."

"I want you so bad." I whispered even though no one else was in the room to hear.

He pushed up my black skirt to my hips and of course I wore Victoria's Secret panties. Not the sexy panties I wish I had been wearing. I had on a pair of cotton ones but he didn't seem to mind. In fact I don't think he even noticed. He pushed them aside with his fingers. He brushed against my pussy's lips and I felt it wake up.

He unzipped his pants just enough to take himself out. I quivered in anticipation for him. I'm not exactly sure what that means but I know I've read it a dozen times so it must have been what I felt right then because I couldn't explain it in any other words if I had to.

He pushed himself deep inside of me. It was exactly what I needed. We didn't waste time. We didn't have anytime to waste. I held on to him as he fucked me. 

We didn't fall into any sort of rhythm. It was just fast and intense. Nothing was romantic about it. It was just two people fucking.

If anyone came into the room we didn't notice. We were in our own world filled with pleasure. I felt something that words can not describe building inside of me. He didn't stop. I pulled my muscles tight around him. He fucked me faster as I started to orgasm. He didn't stop until I felt him explode inside me.

We quickly pulled ourselves apart and rearranged our clothes to look like nothing had happened. But the glow on our faces gave it away that something had happened. I kissed him quickly on the lips then went back on to the sales floor. For once I didn't want to do any bodily harm to annoying customers and my boss complimented me on me attitude.

It became our personal Victoria's Secret.

Victoria's Secret



I think the first moment I became attracted to my aunt was several years ago, during a New Years party that we were holding at my house. She may not be my blood aunt per say (my uncle married her), but that doesn't mean she can't get my blood boiling as she wore a yellow low-cut shirt that caused me to become a deer in the headlights as I marveled at the gifts that God gave her.

My aunt Victoria is a good looking woman, albeit slightly heavier than probably most women considered desirable. She's about medium height, alluring brown eyes, long black hair, and top it off... a nice round ass, but her best qualities are definitely two, and are front and center. I had always noticed that she had a great face, but it wasn't until she came into our rooms, bending over the two of us, waking us up from our slumber that I realized that she was a great package all in one. My cousin Jim, also 18, wouldn't wake up for the life of him, but as I opened my eyes, the first thing I immediately laid my eyes upon was a great rack right in front of me. I continued to pretend I was sleeping so I could get another look, and it wasn't long before my morning wood became just regular wood, and she transcended being a family member into somebody who I wish could hold my member. 

That was almost a year ago, and it is now summer. The weather here in New Jersey is pretty fair, and because our cousins don't live too far away from us, it's pretty often when they decide to come out to visit us. We also go over to their apartment, and I have to admit that in the past year, I've slowly begun to notice just how much of an attractive woman that Vicki (what she insist everybody calls her) really is. I wound find subtle excuses to sneak around, but it wasn't long before I found that she was a 36D, the largest set of breasts that I had ever had the pleasure of seeing with my own eyes. Though her attire was mostly conservative, as soon as summer began, she began wearing one piece outfits made me wish I was born as fabric.

She especially had a green one piece number that scooped down completely, and caused me to be so shy that I couldn't stand to be next to her before I was sporting some mean wood. Today was one of those days, and we had just come from the local pool where we went as an entire family, spare my cousin Jim who was too hung-over to make the drive and decided to sleep in. Normally I would have been embarrassed to be spotted with my family, but for a few extra looks at my aunt, I figured this was more than worth it. As she dipped into and out of the pool, I wondered what it would like to see those beauties, and just grab a feel. As I wondered this a little bit too intently, I began to pitch a tent in my shorts that I quickly tried to cover. As Vicki came over, I tried to look the other way, but as I looked back towards her face and her lips that looked like they could do some dirty business, I could have sworn a saw a smile. No, there's no way that she was checking me out, I'm her nephew.

We got back to our house, and my dad decided to take my uncle out to the local radio shop to check out some new satellite radio that was supposed to get every station. (They were fans of getting some of the crazy ethnic stations, and wanted to go for the ride.) The only people left in the house were my mom, Vicki, and myself, and I quickly retreated upstairs to the bathroom to get a few jerks in while spotting a great view of Vicki. (See, our upstairs bathroom had a direct view of the porch, and it was a great spot to grab a few great views of Vicki and remember it for later.) This wasn't the first time I jerked off thinking of Vicki, as she had become a pretty constant staple of my jerk-off sessions. She was in my fantasies, and as a growing boy with needs, I desired her body in ways that only seemed fitting on her very large assets.

My mom was giving Vicki a tour of the garden, and I suddenly had a great view of her ass. Of course her bottoms were conservative, but as she bent over to check out the garden, I couldn't help admire what she had been so hard working on. She had recently signed up for the gym, and lost a lot of her baby fat except for her beautiful rounded globes up top. I wouldn't be surprised if everybody at her doctor's office (where she worked as a secretary) secretly lusted after her. but they certainly didn't have the view that I had.

As I worked on myself slowly, Vicki sat onto one of our recliner chairs, and spoke with my mom about a number of things. The view from up top was great and secretive, and I had a direct view of the wide cleavage down below. She was none the wiser, and as she spoke with my mom about several things, I found myself getting harder and harder and resisting the urge to completely go loose, and cum like a mad man.

After a few minutes, my mom mentioned that she wanted to get them coffee, and went inside to put some on, and get some dessert. She asked if Vicki wanted to come, but Vicki said that she wanted a little more sun and just wanted to relax. She still didn't know I was watching, and suddenly, Vicki was lying by herself in the middle of my porch, and I had the best view of her sensational body. She was lying with her chest upwards, and I became rock hard as I saw her vivacious curves, her golden legs, and the rack that continued to tease me by being able to stay in the top that barely contained the two wonders.

Suddenly, she grabbed at the straps of the top of her bathing suit. I couldn't believe it...would I finally get to see the rack of my dreams? Would I see what I had lusted after for so long? Now, I don't know whether the smile I saw curl across her face was something that I imagined, but her breasts were completely exposed, and I jerked off like crazy now seeing the objects that I had desired for so long. 

They were absolutely huge, with areolas that were about quarter sized. They looked like they were happy to be exposed to the air, but I was amazed at the show I was being treated to. Her breasts were just out there in wide view, and anybody going into their backyard could have seen why Vicki was so high on my most desired list, and why she had the greatest rack within miles. Then, as if the show I was getting wasn't enough, she began to massage her nipples with her fingers. She moaned softly, and I felt that I was going to cum soon. When I looked up, I swear that I saw that smile again. Suddenly, her fingers began heading south, and I thought that I was going to see her pleasure herself. I couldn't believe it! I braced myself for it until.....the jingling of the back porch door.

As my mom struggled to carry all the dessert treats outside, Vicki had enough time to lift her top and get herself looking somewhat proper. My mom didn't suspect a thing, and as they had coffee, I jerked myself off completely, and cum flew everywhere. I had seen the breasts that I had desired and I couldn't be happier unless I was the one holding them. But that could never happen.

Suddenly, I heard my mom's calls as she invited me to dessert. I stalled for a few minutes as my erection went down, and I downplayed the sexy Vicki as much as possible. We ate for a few minutes, when suddenly mom realized she forgot the milk. I tried to look at Vicki as little as possible, but when I did, I was already back up to fall mast, under the table. Out of nowhere, when my mom disappeared, Vicki turned around said, "I know that you saw me."

I froze completely, thinking that I was about to be busted, and that my family was about to know that I was a huge pervert. Instead, she reached under the table, grabbed my dick over my shorts, and said "I loved it. It'll be our little secret." She smiled at me with her seductive lips, and I smiled back.

My mom walked back in, and we soon finished up dessert, though I couldn't concentrate on anything else. As they cleared the table, I found myself looking at Vicki's ass, but she turned around and smiled again at me.

Wanting to jerk myself off again, I decided at that point that somehow, or someway, I was going to feel those breasts. And maybe a whole lot more than that....



Victoria's Secret



"Intrigue me and I may submit."

That sentence was the inspiration for this story, the response from an incredibly sexy woman I crossed paths with online to a request I made to her. I would like to thank jitonguering for his time and effort as an editor, you made this a far better story than it was. It goes without saying that all feedback is appreciated, good and bad alike.

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I swore under my breath as I glanced at my watch, forcing myself to walk faster but not quite breaking into a run as I approached the apartment building. Inside I took the stairs two at a time in a futile attempt to make up being tardy for my date with Victoria. Of course it was entirely my fault, having stopped impulsively to pick up a bouquet of flowers for her on this, our three month anniversary.

While I regretted being late, I would do so again because there was nothing I liked more than making her happy, especially since I had practically sworn off women after my last relationship went up in flames. She was completely different from anyone that I had ever dated, very smart and witty, passionate about so many things, and someone that I truly enjoyed being around. It didn't hurt that she was sexy as hell either, with lovely large breasts and a firm ass that I loved to grab whenever I could. I stopped outside her apartment door and took stock of myself, straightening my jacket and tie and running my fingers through my hair before knocking.

I couldn't help but smile when she opened the door, letting my eyes wander up from her bare feet as they peeked out from her dark slacks to her breasts which formed two lovely bumps under a thin, white sweater before settling on her beautiful face where her eyes watched me ogling her with amusement.

No sooner had she ushered me inside and closed the door behind me I was pulling her into my arms and kissing her, loving how she giggled against my lips as we bumped into the door.

"These are for you," I said after she broke the kiss and playfully pushed me back a bit.

"They're lovely, thank you," Vicki replied, taking the bouquet from me before disappearing into the kitchen with it. I made my way into the living room and stood looking out the window at the street below until she joined me, placing the flowers on a nearby table.

"Are Julie and Bob gone?" I asked hopefully having noticed that her roommate and her ever present boyfriend were not in sight.

"They are visiting her parents this weekend," she replied with a sly grin.

"Oh yea?" This opened up the possibility of staying here tonight, something I had only done a few times since we usually ended up at my place when we went out.

"I was thinking we might stay in tonight if that's ok? There is something I wanted to share with you," she said as she walked over to me and took my tie in her hand, tugging on it to make be bend slightly before she kissed me hungrily.

This was certainly something I could embrace I thought as I kissed her back. I wasn't really looking forward to a movie or hitting a club and she seemed rather frisky, a win-win situation in my book. "I think that sounds wonderful," I told her as I held her in my arms in the middle of the room.

"Do you trust me?" she asked looking into my eyes. It was an odd question coming from her but I liked that, always surprising me whether it was about some obscure topic that she found interesting or her passion for life and the world around her.

"Of course I trust you." 

"Hmm, I hope so," she said, tugging me by my tie down the hall towards her bedroom. I followed happily, my cock already growing hard as I anticipated what might be coming.

While it wasn't my first visit to her room, I still found myself looking around at the assorted doo dads and knick knacks she had collected and placed carefully around the room. What caught my eye though was her laptop sitting opened on her bed with one of those clip-on web cams attached to it.

"I'm really nervous," she said, glancing around the room before looking at me.

"We've done this before, what are you nervous about?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I thought we might try something a little bit different tonight. Have a seat."

Different is good I thought. Not that I was complaining, but our love making had been a little predictable but still very enjoyable lately. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to go on.

"Funny thing you don't know about me," she said quickly, still clearly nervous. "I like to play online now and then," she told me while glancing at her laptop. Needless to say, this piqued my interest like you wouldn't believe, leaving me looking at her in an entirely new light.

"Really?" I asked, still thinking she might be pulling my leg.

"Yep, and I thought it would be fun if you joined me tonight."

"The two of us, online?"

"Hmm mmm," she nodded. "We won't show our faces so don't worry about that, but I would really like it if you would consider it."

"Exactly who would be watching?" I asked trying to buy some time as I wrapped my mind around this.

"I don't know. That's what makes it so exciting." She was clearly eager to do this but I was still hesitant.

"Can I watch you for a bit first to see how it works?"

She nodded, but I could tell she was disappointed. I felt terrible inside, but was cautious and held my ground. I watched in silence as she undressed, revealing her lovely body to me until she was just left with her panties and bra on. She gave me a quick smile as she crawled onto the bed, moving the laptop around until it faced her. A few clicks later and she was online, showing off her near naked body and chatting with countless strangers—not mentioning me once, the unseen voyeur.

Over the next ten minutes or so, Vicki revealed a side of herself I would never had thought existed—first as she bared her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples until they stood out firm and hard, and then watching as she ravished her pussy with her fingers, fucking herself with her hand until she came with a loud cry.

All the while she kept glancing at me, almost as if she was waiting for me to bolt from the room and out the door, but I stayed. I was captivated by this incredible woman in front of me and wanted to know more, a lot more. I signaled her that I wanted to talk, waiting as she closed the laptop before looking up at me.

"Well?" she asked uncertainly, which was quite a contrast with the confident woman I had just witnessed.

"That was rather interesting," I said, trying to form my thoughts completely before I spoke. "I'm willing to give this a go if you still want." 

I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel wonderful inside seeing her light up as I spoke, a huge grin spreading across her face as her eyes sparkled with happiness.

"Should I get undressed?" I asked, unsure how she wanted to do this.

"Mmm, yea, that would be great," she replied. I quickly started to get undressed, tossing my clothes all over in my haste. In the meantime she had started to type quickly again, a silly grin on her face as she glanced back and forth between me and the screen.

"I have a surprise for you guys tonight, hope you enjoy it," she informed her faceless audience as she waved me over. I'll admit, I was rather nervous myself, wiping my hands on my thighs as I walked around the bed and stood beside her as she slipped a black mask on that covered half of her face. Glancing down at the screen, I could see my cock hovering beside her in the little window as another one filled with messages so fast I couldn't read them.

"Say hello," Vicki instructed me even as she reached for me, wrapping her warm hand around my shaft, tugging playfully on it.

"Hi," I managed to get out, giving a little wave that left me feeling rather odd and exhilarated at the same time.

I stood motionless while she jerked me and then let out a sigh as she leaned over and took me into her mouth, bobbing on me a few times before adjusting the computer so we were centered on the screen. Vicki looked up at me as she tried to take me all the way in, her eyes watching me, knowing the emotions I was experiencing for the first time as she sucked my cock while hundreds of people watched.

"Wow," I mouthed to her as she licked the head like a lollipop, her eyes darting from my face to the screen and back. She grinned as she wrapped her tongue around the underside of the head, teasing that most sensitive spot before she slurped me back into her mouth.

It was a relief when she let me pop from between her lips several minutes later. I was over-stimulated and didn't want to cum yet. I watched as she tried to read the comments, asking if everyone was enjoying the show so far, laughing playfully now and then as she read their responses.

She slipped off the bed and stood close beside me, tilting her head back as she whispered in my ear.

"Remember how you told me you trust me? Well I trust you too, completely. I want you to do whatever you want to me, anything you can think of, any dark secret you keep hidden deep inside, I am yours to use as you please."

"What if you don't want to do something?" I whispered back even as my mind began to fill with things that one tends to keep to oneself.

"I'll say pumpernickel if that happens," she giggled.

"Anything I want, huh?" I asked to make sure.

"Anything you desire," she told me before she sat back on the mattress before laying back, waiting for me.

Crawling onto the bed beside her, I looked down at her body which I had grown to love since the first time she showed it to me, wondering where I should start. A quick glance at the screen gave me a few suggestions, some really weird, others not so much so.

Keeping myself upright so only my shoulders and below could be seen, I placed my hand on her belly and let it rest there for a moment before I started to caress the soft skin around her belly button. I knew she was ticklish, so I was careful with my movements as I traced an invisible pattern on her skin, loving how her breathing was getting faster, her breasts rising and falling, drawing me to them.

Taking a cue from what I saw earlier, I gently pinched a nipple between my thumb and the first two fingers on my hand, pulling it as I moved my hand away from her until it slipped from my grasp. Again I pinched, harder this time, applying more and more pressure as I watched her eyes looking at me from behind the mask. I kept waiting for "pumpernickel," but all she did was moan in pleasure as I pinched even harder, pulling the nipple up, stretching it until I felt it start to slip, then stopping, holding it there as I twisted it slowly.

"Oh god," she moaned with her head twisting to the side as she chewed on her lower lip. Still I kept going until the rubbery nub of flesh popped from my fingers.

I looked at the red nipple, how hard it was now, and then at her face, seeing something I hadn't seen before, pure raw lust. Using both hands now, I pinched and tugged her nipples, stretching them tight before twisting them, encouraged by her moans. On screen, Vicki's fans were going wild, urging me on to more and more depraved things, leaving me wondering just how many of them I could actually do to her until I discovered her limits.

"Turn over," I told her, loving how quickly she obeyed me as she laid her head on her folded arms, patiently waiting for me to do as I pleased. I was rather fond of her back, having spent countless hours kissing it or caressing it while we made love. But I couldn't do that, I didn't have a mask so I had to use my hands or other objects on her instead. Still, I traced my fingers lightly down her spine, letting her know that part of me was here too.

Spanking her seemed to be a hot suggestion—among others—from her admirers, so I did as they asked, lightly smacking her pretty little tush. She responded with a giggle, almost a taunt asking if that's all that I had.

I glanced down at her face but it was hidden by lose strands of hair. Was she watching me now, peering through the little gaps at me, wondering if I have what it takes to satisfy her?

I smacked her again, this time quite a bit harder, my hand left stinging as I pulled it away revealing the red flesh below it. "Oomph," she groaned, wiggling her bottom at me.

And again I let my hand rise and fall, this time on the other cheek, reddening it too, but still she didn't cry out, her safe word stuck in her throat. I wavered now, wondering if I could keep this up, worried that I'd go too far and hurt her, even accidentally. She shifted again, pushing her ass up higher, asking me to give her what she needed so badly.

Once more I told myself, raising my hand back behind my head before bringing it down with a loud slap, the contact sending ripples through her flesh.

"Ouch!"

"You ok?" I whispered.

"Mmm hmm."

Well she certainly was full of surprises I thought as I lifted my hand again, amazed that I had actually left an imprint on her skin. "You like this don't you?" I asked while my hand traveled back down, contacting a little lower.

"Yes," she hissed with no cries this time as I repeated it twice more, once for each cheek until she was red all over. I caressed her injured skin, letting my fingers slide over the globes of bruised flesh wishing I could read her mind.

It didn't take long to discover just how aroused she was as I slipped a hand between her cheeks, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from between her legs.

"Can you get on your knees?" I asked, curious to explore this part of her more. Vicki didn't move at all, just remained still as if she didn't hear me.

"Get on your knees, now!" I said to her firmly, smiling inside as she scrambled to do so.

"That's right," I said, letting her know I was pleased. It still felt weird though as I had never known her to be anything but my equal in bed, giving and taking like anyone else in a relationship.

I gazed at her womanhood, wet and puffy with arousal, wishing again I could use my mouth on her.

"Show them," she urged me as she glanced at the computer.

I didn't say a word as I unclipped the camera and aimed it at her most intimate spot, watching as it went from blurry to crystal clear on the screen as she reached back between her legs and opened herself up for examination.

"That's enough," I said, a tinge of jealousy washing over me as we shared this with so many unknowns. It isn't an attractive trait, but it is what it is. Still, I showed her off, letting the world see her cunt, the crinkled flesh of her anus, all of it. 

"They like you like this," I said. But she knew that already, this wasn't the first time they had seen her like this. It was then that I noticed something on the top shelf of a bookcase, an object that had just caught my eye.

Setting the camera down, I slipped from the bed and walked over to the display, watching her watch me as I moved around the room. I reached up and pulled the object down, keeping it close to my chest out of her sight although I assumed she knew what it was. Supported in a finely finished wooden cradle was a riding crop, an award from her youth according to the plaque attached to the base from some riding school. Yes, this would work.

I took the crop from the stand and turned back to her, watching her eyes widen even from where I stood as I smacked the flat end against my palm. I returned to the bed, crawling up behind her where she remained on her hands and knees. I grabbed the camera with my left hand and used my right to direct the crop over her pussy, rubbing it from clit to her wet opening several times, letting her feel it before I did anything else with it.

"You like that?" I asked as the leather tongue ran between her lips.

"Yes," she replied quickly.

"This?" I asked, moving it over her asshole. I had never touched her there, worried I would ruin a good thing, but here and now I ventured there, curious to hear her response.

"I like that," she told me, surprising me once again.

And with that I let the crop strike for the first time, gently but firmly on her pussy.

"Oh!" she gasped, surprised but not hurt. I reached for her lips, spreading them with my fingers, loving how they stayed like that, the darker flesh along the edges contrasting with the coral pink within. Again I hit, the flat strap smacking against her splayed lips, not hard, but steady, slap, slap, slap.

"Harder?" I asked.

"Oh god yes," she moaned, reaching back to touch herself but I stopped her hand with the crop, pushing it away.

"I'll let you soon enough," I chastised. Again I let the crop work its magic, slapping her lips and clit while I wondered just how that felt, imagining that happening to the head of my cock and grimacing just a little.

"I'm showing them how wet you are now," I said to her, bringing the camera closer. "You can touch now, but not your clit."

Immediately she did so, her fingers stretching to reach her pussy, slipping into her vagina with an audible squish as she fucked herself with two and then three fingers. I moved the camera closer, wondering if it looked as good for the viewers as it did for me.

I realized then that I controlled the camera, a pleasant revelation as I turned the lens down at the bed and pressed my mouth to her pussy, competing with her fingers to get to the hot flesh.

"Touch your ass," I told her as I licked her pussy. I watched as she reached back and let a finger probe the crinkled opening, rubbing it a bit before she wiggled the tip into it, pushing deeper until the second knuckle disappeared.

I pulled myself back, loving how she clenched her pussy for me before she brought her other hand back, burying her fingers inside her once more, the room filling with the soft squishing noises once more.

"Are you ready to cum my dear?" 

"Oh please yes," she begged.

"Alright, you may touch your clit now." I said.

I watched enthralled as my sweet Victoria attacked herself, one hand buried deep in her pussy, pumping in and out steadily as the other became a blur over her clit as she rubbed it furiously. Her constant cries filled the room, something I had never heard before as she pushed herself to the edge, and then finally over, letting out a loud moan while a river of creamy fluids seeped from her and rand down the inside of her thigh.

"Holy shit that was incredible," I said, still amazed that this was the same innocent woman I had been dating for months.

"Did they see that?" she gasped, the side of her face pressed against the sheets looking back at me.

"Oh. No they didn't, I forgot the camera," I told her, feeling guilty for ruining this for her.

"That's ok, they can watch next time," she said as she pushed herself up and reached for the laptop, shutting it with a slap.



Victoria's Secret



We visited the mall on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Our sex had been getting kind of stale, and we decided (after much discussion) that adding a little risk would add a whole lot of excitement. Little did we know how exciting it would get.

Naturally, Victoria's Secret seemed like a fitting destination (get it?). We walked into the store, and found that we were the only customers. Well, that was a little disappointing, but we figured someone was bound to come in at some point. 

When we entered, the attractive young lady sitting at the counter reading a magazine lifted her head and said, with a rather annoyed manner,

"Can I help you?" 

"No," I said, "we're just looking." 

She immediately put her nose back in the magazine.

We wandered the store for a few minutes, enjoying the sexy lingerie, and whispering little innuendos to each other. I was getting a little turned on knowing what was coming. 

Linda picked out a particularly hot teddy with crotchless panties, took my hand, and we went to the back of the store to the changing room. The young lady never once lifted her head. 

Well, without so much as a hesitation, we entered the changing room. We had rehearsed this in our minds, so we didn't need to talk. Linda took her clothes off (she left her shoes on, as the floor was pretty funky). Her beautiful nakedness always stunned me, even though I had seen it so many times. She put on the teddy and panties, and paraded in front of me.

"Now," she said, "remove your pants and boxers, but keep your tee shirt on." 

This is how we had planned it. I did as I was told. Linda got on her knees and started to give me a BJ. I could hear nothing coming from the store, so I was pretty relaxed. I got hard quickly, and really turned on. I thought we were going to fuck, and then get dressed and get out of there. What a story to tell our friends. But it was not to be.

Linda pulled her mouth away, and said, 

"Now go out into the store and walk around in the aisles, and masturbate yourself." 

This was not what we had discussed. 

"Are you crazy? If I get caught, it will be really humiliating. They might even bring charges."

"Forget it, Robert. Risky is risky, and the thought of this is turning me on like nothing I've ever experienced. Now do it." 

I loved the look in her eye, and there was a bit of the exhibitionist in me anyway, so I smiled and said 

"OK, but I wouldn't do this for anyone else." 

She said "I sure as hell hope not."

I peeked past the curtain. There was still no one in the store, and the young lady was apparently so engrossed in her magazine that she didn't even know we were there. I slipped out of the changing room. I walked a few feet. The clothes were hung fairly high, so that if the clerk looked up, she would see a man in a tee shirt looking at clothes. No problem, right. Wrong.

As I walked around stroking my very hard cock, I started to get a little, well, cocky. I walked the aisles, closer and closer to the door, and closer and closer to the clerk. All the time stroking myself. This was fun. I could always saunter back to the changing room if some one came in. I knew Linda was watching me from behind the curtain, and I'm sure she was fingering herself, and really getting off. 

The clerk never even looked up. I decided to take a real risk. I turned a corner and came within 15 feet of her, facing her, stroking myself, knowing she wouldn't look up. What a rush!! 

Suddenly she raised her head, and looked straight at me!! I froze. My cock went into flaccid mode almost at once. A wave of anxiety came over me. I just stood there because I didn't know what else to do. 

There was no change of expression on the girl's face, but she reached under the counter and removed a sign. She held it up for me to see. 

It said "Closed for Lunch. Back at 1:00." 

She smiled, got up, and walked to the front door. She slid it closed, and put the sign on the hook.

She turned back and walked toward me. 

When she reached me, she grabbed my cock and said,

"I'm Nancy, and I like your hardware. What's your name?" 

"Robert" I managed to squeak. 

"And what's your girlfriend's name?" 

"Linda. And she's not my girlfriend, she's my wife." 

"So much the better, Robert."

As she held my flaccid cock, she said, 

"You are not the first couple to come in here with high sexual energy, looking to do something risky to enhance the experience. And you won't be the last. Let's go back to the changing room and chat with Linda."

I followed her back. She pulled the curtain aside. Linda had a look of terror on her face. 

"Relax," said Nancy, "You're in good hands."

"Now," she said, "I want you both to get completely naked, except for your shoes." 

We both started to object. 

Nancy raised her hand in a stop sign and said,

"The first time this happened to me, I busted the couple. The store didn't press charges, as this sort of thing happens all the time, but the couple was so humiliated that I don't think they ever recovered. After that, I thought, shit, they don't pay me enough here, I'm going to get compensated with extracurricular activities. And I do. You can go along with me, or you can get busted. Your choice."

Well there wasn't a choice, and honestly, I could see where this was going, and I was really liking it (I'm not sure how Linda felt, but I was going to find out soon enough). 

"Now get naked, you two. I will remain fully clothed because I'm not about to risk my job. At any moment someone, like management, could knock on the door. I'm not supposed to close for lunch unless it's an emergency, so I need to be able to go to the front and explain myself. Don't worry, I've got a REALLY great story I've concocted for just this situation. OK, lecture over. Take off your clothes."

We hesitated briefly, then did as we were told. It was easy for Linda, since she only had a teddy and panties on. She was naked in a matter of seconds. I only had a t-shirt to remove, and then I was naked too. As hot as I was feeling, I knew that if I sported a hard on, Linda would not be happy, so I controlled myself. Well, that turned out to be a pointless exercise.

"Now, Linda. You sit down on the bench. You are going to get an education. You can finger yourself all you want, and you WILL want. I am going to give Robert a blowjob that he will never forget. Watch carefully and you will learn. Robert, remain standing."

Nancy squatted down and put her lips to the tip of my cock. I got hard very quickly. She licked around the glans for about half a minute, then took about an inch of me into her mouth. She circled around with her tongue, and began to caress my balls. 

I reached out to touch her head, but she removed her mouth and said, 

"No touching". 

She put her mouth back on and began to move it slowly up and down my shaft. She deep throated me a few times, and then backed off.

Linda was not happy at first (she can get jealous), but as things progressed, I could see that she was really liking this. She started to finger herself, and her legs got further and further apart. She stuck two fingers inside of her, and moaned. She never took her eyes off Nancy and what she was doing.

I wanted to close my eyes because I was so turned on, but watching Linda get hot was even more exciting. 

Nancy removed her mouth, and stood up. 

She said, "This isn't good for my back. Stand up on the bench so I don't have to squat. And I'll give you a little something extra because you are being so cooperative."

She unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled it aside. She was braless, and had the most magnificent breasts. Even Linda was finding it hard not to look at them.

I stood on the bench, and before Nancy put her mouth back on me, she licked her finger until it was thoroughly wet. She reached behind me and put her wet finger in my ass. OOH, that felt really good. Then she put her mouth back on my cock, and really started to go at it, while plunging her finger in and out of my ass. 

I could tell that Linda was getting close to coming (it's not hard to recognize the signs after you've been married for 3 years). I thought it would be nice if we could come together. 

I said to Nancy,

"Linda is about to get off." 

Nancy stopped, looked over at Linda, and said,

"Oh, you poor dear. Come over here and massage my breasts while I finish off your husband." 

Linda jumped up from the bench, came over, and started massaging away, while continuing to finger herself with her other hand.

I was on the verge, and Nancy knew it. She stopped with her mouth all the way up to the hilt, and didn't move a muscle. This was exquisite torture. Linda could see what she was doing, and liked it. She laughed. She kept kneading Nancy's breasts, and I watched. Linda then squatted down and started to lick Nancy's breasts. It was an awkward position to get into, but she managed.

Nancy started moving her mouth again. I was rocking back and forth, and feeling the unstoppable fire inside me getting ready to explode. I could see that Linda was there too. 

I said, "We're about to come, Nancy."

She didn't respond, just kept up her sucking and plunging. A moment later I came like a race horse in Nancy's mouth, and a few seconds later Linda started to shake all over and stifle a scream. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her. I could tell this was an orgasm she would not soon forget. 

Nancy swallowed all my cum, and licked me clean. 

She got up, buttoned her shirt, and said,

"This has been a pleasure. Now get dressed. I never want to see you in this store again. But I will tell you that there is a whole club of Victoria's Secret clerks who engage in this sort of thing. So I suggest you try another store next time you are feeling randy."

She walked out of the dressing room. Linda and I looked at each other. We didn't smile, we didn't say anything, we just got dressed. Linda put the teddy back on its hanger, and we left the dressing room. She hung it up where she had found it. 

Nancy had already removed the "Closed for Lunch" sign, sat back down at the counter, and was engrossed in her magazine again. She never looked up again. 

We left the store, hand in hand. Without saying a word to each other, we both knew that we would very soon be visiting another Victoria's Secret.



Victoria's Secret



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*****

My friend always loved to wear something from Victoria's Secret. She looked absolutely gorgeous in anything she bought from there. She also knew how much I loved to see her wear it too.

On her birthday and at Christmas, she would circle the items she wanted from the catalog, and let me choose which one I liked and surprise her. Half the fun was looking through the catalog, and seeing all the outfits, and imagining what she would look like in one, and thinking all the naughty things I would want to do to her when she wore it!

We also had a rule that I was allowed to buy her one "surprise" gift out of the catalog.

For me, it was usually something very sexy, and very revealing. 

We also had the rule that if she didn't like it much, she could use a sort of code word to tell me when she was going to wear it. 

She would put it on, get me all horny, and then say, "Baby, I just need you to go crazy tonight!"

That usually meant I could tear the item off of her and make wild and crazy, insane love to her!!

Of course, she absolutely loved being ravaged by me with primal lust!...

It had been a long and hectic week, and we hadn't had the chance to slow down long enough to make love to each other. With both of us working, and travel during the week, and late nights at the office, it just didn't happen.

By Friday, I was about to burst, and she knew it.

I came in the door, running a little late, when she met me with a hug, and a long kiss. I was exhausted, but that perked me up.

She told me that she had ordered some pizza for take-out, and that we needed to leave immediately and go pick it up.

Usually, I just go by myself, but she already had her long coat on, and was grabbing my hand and leading me out the door.

I wondered why she had the coat on since it was nice outside, if not just a little cool...

We got to the car, and she opened up the driver's side door and got in beside me.

I backed out of the driveway, and headed for the pizza parlor.

She raised up and unzipped my pants, and unbuttoned the top. She pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees and took my cock and started to lick it with the tip of her tongue.

The animal in me wanted her, wanted her NOW!

She put her arm around my neck, and kissed me on the ear. She rubbed her finger along the side of my earlobe, knowing full well that sent a tingle down my crotch. 

She unbuttoned her coat, and moved it aside. She was wearing the item I bought for her birthday. It was a white, embroidered eyelet babydoll. The top was see through, and the white panties were just enough material to cover her. The lace ties went over her hips to the back along the cheeks of her butt.

She had on my favorite perfume, and lipstick.

It wasn't going to be hard to become an animal on the prowl with her looking that good!!

At the next light, I took her in my arms, and kissed her hard on the lips.

I managed to run my hands up under her coat, and run them along her sides. The babydoll material was sheer enough that I could feel her erect nipples and sensitive breasts.

She gasped, and stuck her tongue in my mouth and French kissed me! Then she started to run her finger up and down my zipper.

The light turned green and I had to drive on.

When we got to the pizza parlor, she asked me to go in for the pizza while she waited in the car. I went inside, and found out it would be another 20 minutes until our pizza was done.

Frustrated, and horny, I went back to the car. I opened the door, and pulled her out by her wrist. "Come with me!" I said.

She followed me down to the riverbank by the edge of the shopping mall. I swept her up in my arms like I was carrying her over a threshold. She had on sandals, and I didn't want her to twist an ankle. I wrapped my arm around her butt, and held her close.

I was just a little rough doing so...

She smiled into my eyes. She knew I was a little crazy at the moment. Her eyes twinkled at the thought of what I was going to do to her!

I carried her down to the shore line and back behind some aspen trees. It was dark, it was hidden and there was some soft grass under the trees to lay her down on.

As I laid her down, her coat draped open, and I could tell her white panties were soaking wet. Her nipples were pushing hard against the material.

I stepped back to look around and see if anyone could see us.

I reached down and grabbed the top of the babydoll. The material is made to be soft, and gentle on a woman's skin. Her nipples stared back at me through the material. I ripped it in half with one pull.

She stopped sucking on my cock and stared into my face with her eyes. They were wide with surprise at the fact she was suddenly exposed to nature. She didn't say a word...

I reached down and pulled hard on the little white panties. They didn't have a chance.

Her legs were spread now, her shaved and dripping pussy just staring up at me in anticipation. Her nipples were hard, and almost quivering knowing that they would get kissed and touched and sucked on.

My rock hard cock was right there, and I quickly took it and mounted her. It felt so good to be inside her after the long week, and I was so hard and ready I could not wait. It felt so soft, and warm, and oh so nice to have my cock inside her.

She felt the same, and wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to the ground on top of her. My cock filled her pussy, and it felt so good to have that friction between her legs.

She let out a loud moan, and kissed me hard. I reached down and pinched a nipple, and then grabbed her ass to pull her toward me. I could feel her dripping wet pussy with my fingers, and I moved them around her naked crack of her ass.

We fucked each other with abandon as each of our bodies thrust against each other like it was our first time.

We kissed each other hard and long, with our tongues playing with the other, our mouths making each other experience the ultimate in passion.

Her breathing got shallower, she was panting harder.

"Oh baby, it feels so good. I love fucking you! I love you so much!" She said.

I drove my cock deeper inside her, making her back arch and pumping for all I was worth.

"I love you too! I just love how you feel around me!" I said.

Her back arched, and she started to cum. All of her body held on to me now, letting the orgasm spread across her pussy and hips and down her butt and legs, to her stomach and chest. Her whole body was shaking and it felt good beneath me! I loved having my cock inside her when she came, the sensations of what she was experiencing were translated to me through her.

I erupted inside her, my cum spreading inside her pussy and making it soft and warm. It must have been a load, because when I came she shook even more. I kept pumping her to keep the feeling in my groin and hers. Her orgasm lasted longer than mine, but I got to feel hers too!

I held her tight, letting her breathing settle down and her heart rate slow. 

I looked around to see where I tossed the babydoll outfit. It looked like I had torn it off of her and threw it over my shoulder. 

I hoped no one saw us, as it might have appeared that I was actually raping her at that moment!

Now, we looked like two lovers caught in an embrace from a distance.

I hoped no one saw my beautiful lady with her soft, delicate breasts and wonderful naked body beneath her coat. I wanted her only for myself right then.

I pulled out of her, and took the babydoll and attempted to wipe both of us off with it. I then wrapped the coat tightly around her body. She shivered a little at the cool air and the remaining moisture between her legs. I picked her up again, and kissed her before carrying her back across the rocks. 

Somewhere on the way down we lost a slipper and could not find it in the dark!

I carried her all the way back to the car, kissing her neck and lips as I went. She had her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and wasn't ready to let me go!

I put her in the car, and kissed her again, then headed back into the pizza palor to get my pizza. Luckily, it was ready this time!

I drove home with her arm wrapped around my neck. She opened the coat a little to just give me some of a tease again. She knew we would continue again, and wanted to let me have some fun looking at her!

We got home and folded open the day bed downstairs near the fireplace. We went upstairs and took a shower together, taking our time to kiss, and touch each other in all the right places. I loved washing her skin, and kissing it afterward. I took extra time with washing her nipples and breasts, and then got on my knees and took special care of her pussy!

I finished cleaning her out with my tongue once I had her washed real well. When I finished her pussy, I made her turn around, and while still on my knees, I was licking her butt and ass, and then licked all over her while I told her to keep her ass tight!

She loved it when I did that to her!

When it was my turn to get washed, she took her sweet time, and then got on her knees and played with my cock and balls with her hands and tongue. She loved to kiss my balls, and hold them with her hands, and scratch them just the right way.

She had me nice and hard again by the time the hot water ran out!

We dried each other off, and then headed downstairs. The pizza was cold, so we heated it up in the microwave and I started a fire in our gas fireplace. We snuggled on the day bed, and fed each other while we were naked. 

She loved to take a mouthful of pizza that was warm, and then suck on my cock with it still in her mouth!

I loved sprinkling the grated cheese all over her nipples and breasts, and then making a track down her stomach to her pussy! It was fun to lick it slowly and carefully off her skin, taking my sweet time!

No doubt, this "take out" had a special meaning...



Victoria's Secret



Victoria loved power. Horsepower, lots of money, power lunches, and power shopping. At barely twenty four she had been an integral part of a male dominated society and by far one of the most tenacious women advocates for women's rights and personal freedoms. But she kept a secret. A dirty little secret, one which haunted her dreams yet burned so deep into her soul she wished she could release her from herself. He admired her from afar. He knew about what could happen when u mixed business with pleasure but he was, in essence, a moth to a flame. 

He had known of her attraction to him along with the majority of his female staff, but the way she conducted herself in the workplace u would never guess. It's why her promotion to being his personal assistant was one of the most successful advancements for the many females who as soon as they got the promotion due to the close proximity to him caused for their immediate discharge due to inappropriateness in the workplace. She though was all business and the continued close proximity and long nights together putting the upcoming merger together successfully with his brothers corporation was indicative of her responsibilities, yet he couldn't help but want her.

He knew he shouldn't have asked her to join him for a nightcap after work one night, yet he did. Looking at her filled with such vitality she tried to hide and the hypnotic charm she had on him he just couldn't see her being happy in his choice of sexual appetites and continued to admire her subtle beauty from afar. As luck would have it she had dropped her journal one day as she was running late for a luncheon date with some of her feminist friends. He knew it was wrong for him to invade her innermost thoughts but he just couldn't help himself. Page after page of vivid imaginings, unreleased passions, and the steamiest of sexual fantasies, the one that captivated him most was her most forbidden desire, the one he knew he was bound to make into a reality for her. 

With the upcoming trip to Manhattan days away, he made a long distance phone call to his brother concerning some last minute preparations. They had arrived in Manhattan in time to settle into their respective rooms and meet up to go over tomorrow's itinerary. Her boss had called for the meeting over dinner in the hotel's dining room and discussed tomorrow's agenda. He had yet to see her with her hair down. It was constantly pulled into a bun. The ache he had to run his fingers thru her blonde hair was growing with every passing hour. He managed a slight reprieve when his brother showed for an after dinner drink. She was strictly business, yet he wondered what kind of a lover she was. He couldn't wait to find out what kind of fiery passions laid beneath that cool exterior. 

It was early yet when dinner concluded and she had left for an evening stroll through the impressive Manhattan night that was quickly impending. The brothers set to work. He had been notified when she had arrived back to the hotel courtesy of the hotel concierge at the front desk. Now all he had to do was wait. Either way the night wouldn't be all that dull after all his brother was there, but he figured that she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to possibly fulfill her wildest fantasy especially with him since he dominated two thirds of her diary as is. He had to commend her though for sticking to business and not dabbling in the pleasures of the flesh like so many of those other former personal assistants had. Upon her arrival back to her hotel room she discovered a package addressed to her lay upon her bed. She read the note that accompanied it.

I know your most forbidden desire.

I want to fulfill your fantasy.

Meet me tonight. 

10 pm in the Penthouse suite.

~Your Master.

Along with the note was a cardkey. Opening the package she discovered a satin white bra with no cups, a satin white garter belt, white thigh high stockings, and a skimpy white lingerie style dress that gathered at the sides and fell to just above the top of her thigh hiding the garter belt from plain sight. She couldn't believe her eyes. There before her was the outfit she had envisioned wearing in her dirtiest fantasy that seemed destined to be nothing more than a relentless pipe dream, or so she had thought.

She was truly at war with herself. The feminist side of her told her she couldn't accept these gifts and go up to the penthouse to live out her dirtiest secret, but she was tired of being the frump at the office. An ice queen couldn't compete with the attitude she had towards the many men that had tried to coax her out on the town for dinner and a no strings attached sex afterwards. The idea of it all sickened her. Curiosity got the better of her. She couldn't help herself. She tried on the outfit after she took a shower. It fit like a glove on her hourglass frame. Her long legs accentuated by the pair of white pair of white high-heeled pumps that she didn't notice prior to the shower. She did her makeup to look au natural, wore her diamond heart necklace with matching bracelet and earrings. She draped a white gauzy shawl over her shoulders. She decided to allow her hair to fall into long billowing blonde waves that fell down to the middle of her back. 

Her cerulean blue eyes glowed with excitement. She no longer looked twenty-four going on forty-two like she always tried to portray. Now she looked like a sexy vixen ready for whatever sexual exploits came her way. She smiled seductively, gathered up the penthouse card key along with her own card key and never looked back. Whoever her Master was he should be thanked properly in person Victoria thought. She found the penthouse suite with no problems. With a stomach full of butterflies and a bit of nerve she swiped the card key, half wishing it was all a cruel joke and the other half hoping it wasn't. The door opened.

Upon entering the gorgeous penthouse suite she was told to come in.

"Welcome Victoria, so glad you could join us this evening!" her boss' voice said loud and clear. Startled she looked towards where his voice had emanated from to find him in a black smoking jacket walking towards her. God he looked gorgeous his long wavy whiskey colored hair that fell just past his broad shoulders. He was 6'4" in height with well-defined muscles and a tapered waist. He looked almost menacing standing before her. His brother now had joined them. It was now apparent that they were a mirror image of each other, identical twins. She could feel both sets of steel gray eyes staring at her

."How did u know, sir?" She stammered out softly. 

"Let's just say a little birdie told me that it was your heart's desire to have a Master, slave!" He said matter-of-factly. 

"Yes sir that is a particular fantasy of mine, sir." She said a little shyly. 

"But my ultimate is to have a threesome, me with two men, one being my master and whoever my master wishes to have join us." She added quickly.

"Well, slave, we'll see if your worthy of my attentions, slut!" He said coming closer to her. The thought sent shivers down her spine. This is what she had craved for so long, power in its purest form along with the truest form of femininity possible. Tonight's events would prove her allegiance to her new master. Just the very thought of it made her wet. The thought of being owned by him wearing his shackle around her ankle would be an honor. 

He directed her to take off her dress. She proudly discarded the confining garment standing before her master and his brother. His brother told her to spread her legs within seconds she felt his hands rubbing her crotch while her master began kissing her neck and squeezing her tits. She felt her wetness start to flow. His brother had brought the jack rabbit out and started easing it into her slick hole wet with her own juices as he watched her expressions on her face. He thrust it in and out of her as she began moaning in pleasure. She was ordered to take off their smoking jackets, which revealed the rest of their hardened bodies. Their 10-inch cocks were already hard. The only difference between the two seemed to be the tattoo that was on their sides. It was that of a tiger, my master's was on his left and his brother's was on the right. When they stood next to each other as they were now, it revealed a two-headed tiger.

She was directed to a wooden chaise lounge where she was laid crossways. She began licking her master's cock up and down, running her tongue around the head as she took him into her mouth and began greedily sucking. She varied her depths and her speed with each tasting. As she continued her enjoyment of her master's hardness, his brother began twisting and thrusting the vibrator into her soaked slit as the vibrations intensified. She let loose a wanton cry as she felt her skin radiated warmth which began deep in her loins engulfing her with need. Her body tensed and shook, her breathing hitched as she struggled to catch her breath as she continued to go down on her master. His grunts and thrusts told her that he was nearing his own climax. His brother removed the jackrabbit as her master came into her mouth. They quickly exchanged spots. This time her master commanded her onto her back. 

He lifted her legs allowing them to rest against his chest, he eased into her warm wet slit. He grabbed her hips raising her just a bit more so when he thrust in and out of her he would hit her G-spot with every thrust. He slammed into her hard and fast making her moan as she was being face fucked. She was commanded to deep throat her master's brothers cock and to play with his nut sack as he roughly squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was then told to suck his balls into her hot mouth and then was allowed to continue with the blowjob. She knew he was close to climaxing cause his dick grew a bit thicker and his thrusts quickened. Seconds later she had a mouthful of his salty load spurting down her tonsils. 

She swallowed every bit and licked the head clean. Her moans came out in gasped breaths as her master pounded into her. He commanded her to pleasure herself while he continued to thrust into her. He knew the way she writhed beneath him that she was close to coming again. He fucked her wet pussy faster and faster. Her orgasm made her body twitch from the spasms that overtook her body as he himself climaxed shooting his load deep into her fiery depths. 

She had barely recovered from her orgasm when she was commanded to stand. She did so without question. They had set up a Symbian on the chaise lounge. While she stood she was fitted with nipple and clit clips. Pain shot through her. She had never experienced anything like this sweet torture her master subjected her to. The claws of the clamps cut into her tender skin. Then she was commanded to get on the lounger and told to bow. As she complied the claws tugged painfully into her. From there she was cuffed and tied to the chaise. They had centered the Symbian behind her. 

While she was knelt in a bow on the chaise lounge her master and his brother took turns slapping her ass causing her to get excited and beg for more even as the clamps began to feel almost enjoyable. The slightest movement caused the clamps to pinch harder. She could feel the slick cool wetness of a anal lubricant being applied by a finger as it carefully rimmed the outer edge of her tight opening. Then she felt the hardness of a vibrator being slowly inserted into her ass. Her muscles tensed and she cried out as she felt its continuing pressure. Her master commanded her to relax as the invasion continued. With tears in her eyes she tried to relax telling herself that it would feel good. 

Everything else she had taken part in tonight so far was very enjoyable. She felt the slight pressure then she felt the pop as the vibrator finally entered. He eased it in a bit farther till he was confident her sphincter muscles were not going to push it out. He began slowly thrusting it in and out rhythmically until without her realizing that she was starting to moan from the sensations running through her body. He gave her another dose of pleasure by inserting the Symbian into her wet folds. Turning it on, adjusted the frequency of the vibrations, the thrust speed then he turned on the vibrator that they had inserted into her tight ass, and calmly walked away.

Fifteen minutes later the soft moans of pleasure were floating from her lips. They had come back into the same room and watched her. She was enjoying it so much now that she had begun to whimper out her sentiments as tears filled her eyes. She had come more so far tonight than any man had ever made her cum in the past. She was in ecstasy. Her body quaked in its bonds. They stopped the Symbian and carefully removed the vibrator. They untied her and brought her to the bathroom. It was the biggest bathroom she had ever seen in her life. Once in the enlarged shower with the customizable spray jets everywhere, her master removed the handcuffs. As he adjusted the water temperature she had been helped out of her bra, garter belt, stockings, and high heeled pumps.

As the warm water sluiced over their bodies she was once more commanded to bend over and give her master a blowjob while his brother adjusted the powerful spray jet closest to her on the adjustable sprayer. He aimed it for the soft pink folds of flesh at the juncture between her legs. He changed the pulsation to hard spray then centered himself directly behind her. He spread her legs a bit more then spread her supple ass cheeks and slowly eased himself in. She relaxed easier this time and she felt the familiar pop once more and a slight pain from him being bigger than the vibrator but the more she relaxed the more enjoyable it became. While she sucked her masters hard cocked and deep throated him occasionally while her pussy was pummeled by the warm spray of the shower jet.

If it wasn't for her master's brother holding onto her hips as he thrust in and out of her ass she would have been on her knees from the intensity of the orgasms that racked through her body from the warm water, but oh my god! Did it feel so good! She felt her master start to help facilitate his release as he began to thrust into her mouth as she continued to alternate her speed, depth, and stroke her tongue took upon his hardened shaft up and down, in and out. Her master thrust one final time as she felt his hot load shoot into the back of her throat as she quickly swallowed every spurt he emptied into her mouth, hungry for the taste of his seed.

He finally pulled out of her moist mouth. With the orgasms racking her body with every pulse her master's brother began to quicken his thrusts into her ass her screams of passion resonated throughout the bathroom as she felt his load burst into the tight recess of her ass. It felt as if she couldn't possibly hold anymore cum when he finally pulled out of her. Her master and his brother quickly showered and removed the nipple and clit clips. She was given the freedom to take a relaxing shower for a bit before the next round. She was glad for the reprieve as she adjusted the showerheads and changed it to a drenching rain. It felt great having hot water sluice over her body. So far reality surpassed her fantasy. She finally shut off the shower and towel dried off. She stepped back into the bedroom suite. 

She was commanded to come over and stand in front of her master. She stood before him, her skin glowing against the light of the fireplace. This was her rite of passage. She respectfully lowered her eyes before her master. She felt the coldness of steel as the ankle shackle enclosed around her slender bones and felt the weight of the chain that attached her firmly to the penthouse floor. The shackle that was placed upon her was a symbol of her will to do her master's bidding.

He commanded her to lay upon the king sized bed that centered the room. Her master turned her to face him, as he stared into her dark, lust filled, cerulean blue eyes. His scorching touch and the sizzle that was left upon her delicate skin as he kissed his way up and down her front while his brother did the same to her backside.

Just the thought of double penetration at the skilled hands of her master and his identical twin brought a contented smile to her lips as a deep blush crept across her face and an aching throb that pulsed deep from her loins. She felt like one of those Renaissance models sprawled out upon a velvet settee, her nude body exposed for the entire world to see as she lay between these two powerful men. The mirrored ceiling above them only enhanced the romanticism of the evening. Her master's brother penetrated her first, allowing her to once more relax. This time she had no reservations of his thickness. 

As she looked into her master's eyes she felt his hardness penetrating her slit. The feeling of having both men inside her beginning to thrust deeply into her in perfect unison, the rhythm felt so intense, almost euphoric. She had never experienced anything like it before. She watched the mirror above her appreciating the view. The tattoos on their sides, symbolic in the way they both gratified a female in their sexual prowess of the female body. They had her in orgasm over and over again while they took their fill of her body. 

It felt wonderful having these two men inside of her. Their thrusts got harder and faster, she felt them both grow thicker as the pushed her into a full blown orgasm that left her gasping for air, her body quivering, as they exploded into her with an unrelenting fury. Her body filled with their potent seed, she creamed herself in ecstasy of the pleasures they had inflicted upon her. Her now totally satiated body was exhausted as she fell into a deep satisfying sleep next to the warm fireplace on the floor lying at her new master's feet.

She had never imagined sex so satisfying, to be owned so freeing, and so completely satiated by her new master. The shackle around her ankle was a testament to last night's sexual exploits. Victoria's secret of her dirty uninhibited desires of carnal pleasures of a slave submitting to a master were finally fulfilled.



Victoria's Secret: Hotel Hooker!



"You look a little lost, love?" the prostitute laughed, looking in my car window.

I did. My Rolls was fine; there were a lot of expensive cars in the red light district. However men, not beautiful women, drove those cars.

"I'll pay you for your time. £200 pounds for the next 30 minutes" I said. 

It was an absurdly high price, especially in this neighborhood, but I didn't want to haggle. She was just the right mix of sexy & seedy and I'm a woman able to buy what I want. The hooker immediately got into the car.

She directed me into the parking lot of the hotel she worked at but we didn't get out. I wanted to talk, I explained. Just talk. 

The prostitute said her name was Julie. I said mine was Victoria, before realizing it was a mistake to use my real name. Oh, well. I offered her my hand, and she laughed, saying, "That's normally not what my customers want me to hold." 

Funny, but I was too nervous to laugh.

I explained to her that my boyfriend Randolph liked to visit prostitutes. He had actually suggested that I dress like a prostitute to help him live out his fantasy, but I had laughed at him. I was the daughter of an Earl, and a trust fund baby! Me, a prostitute? The idea was absurd!

Since he wasn't getting what he wanted from me Randolph began going out on his own, risking disease, his reputation at the firm, and our social standing. That simply would not do.

"I want to... please him," I explained. Make his fantasy come true.  I want to be his whore."

"There are Halloween costumes on the Internet, love," Julie chuckled. "Of course they don't teach the things I know at Oxford."

"Yes, quite right. That's why I'm here. This is a world that frightens me. A world I don't understand."

"Does it excite you, love?" Julie asked. "Does the thought of being a hooker for your boyfriend turn you on?"

My blush answered her question. 

"Why don't you just hook old Randolph up with one of those posh escort services? That way he can get what he wants and you won't risk—"

"Randolph doesn't want a high class prostitute. He said he wanted me to be garbage, right out of the gutter... a suck-him-off-in-the-alley-for £15 hooker." "I want to be...authentic," I explained, looking down at my trembling hands. "I want you to teach me how to act trashy, like a real whore."

I was so lost in what I was saying that I had forgotten I was talking to a person. When I finally looked up I saw that Julie's face had hardened. "So that's why you picked me? Because I look like trash? Because I'm garbage beneath your feet, Miss Posh?"

"No, I didn't mean that!" I said, realizing too late how insulting I had been. "I picked you because you looked... smart. Smart and... experienced."

"Experienced?" Julie laughed. "Yes, that's one word for it. Sucking dongs all day will get you experienced real fast. Okay, love, times up. You want to find out what it's like to be a prostitute, come down here tomorrow and we'll spend the afternoon together. I might even let you watch me do a trick, through one of the peepholes." 

I both shuddered and felt a wonderful rush of excitement at the thought. This was more than I had hoped for.

"Don't bring your car, though -- it will get boosted in 5 minutes if you leave it outside. Take the bus. And don't bring that candy ass "STEAL ME" handbag, either. Put your ID and money in your shoe."

"Is that safe?" I asked. "The bus, I mean?"

Julie laughed. "You want safe, stay on your estate, Queen Victoria. 2PM tomorrow, here in the parking lot."

"I see. Is there a bus that—"

I was too late. Julie was already strutting down the street, trolling for her next trick.

The next 24 hours were a blur. Picking out plain clothes that wouldn't get me killed in the red light district was the first challenge, mastering a mass transit system was another. My maid explained how the buses worked, but seemed confused as to why I didn't use my driver. Why indeed: I'm sure my chauffeur and the other vulgarians who worked for me knew the place I was going, another indignity that made me shudder and want to pleasure myself all at once! 

Aisha, who works in the kitchen, was able to lend me some jeans and a modest white shirt that didn't look either too sexy or too expensive. It's hard to look plain when you're not. I put on sneakers and put my credit card, cash, and ID in my shoe. Not daring to take my smart phone, I sent my chauffeur out to fetch me a disposable, which I buried deep in my pants pocket.

I brought a thick wad of cash, but standing on it made me feel a bit safer as I changed busses twice to get near the red light district. From the stop it was a 10 block hike.

It was Friday, but only 1:30 in the afternoon, so there wasn't much traffic. I had gotten there early, partially because I didn't trust the bus schedules and partially because I was too excited to wait. Unfortunately that left me with some time to kill in the parking lot.

A car pulled up beside me. A fat middle age bloke with a missing tooth leaned out of the car. "How much, sweetie?"

"How much for what?" I said, genuinely confused.

"You," he said back flatly.

I was horrified. I had dressed plainly, but he thought I was a prostitute selling my wares! Panicked, I turned and ran away, stopping when I encountered a doughnut shop to hide in. Taking some money out of my shoe I dropped it on the counter, buying me the time I needed to hide from the world for an hour as I stared at the coffee I didn't touch.

I was on time, but Julie was not there. At long last Julie, coming out of one of the rooms with a customer, beckoned me into a different hotel room that faced the parking lot. 

The "tour" was interesting: a bed, an enormous "party pack" of condoms, a standup shower and an old toilet with the bowl stained a horrible brown. The room stank and I wondered when the place had last been vacuumed or the sheets washed, but dared not ask. In some ways the very foulness of the place pleased me; for I knew even Randolph couldn't fantasize about anyplace worse than this!

Julie dumped a brown paper bag with some clothes on the bed. "Strip of your clothes, love. We'll get you all prettied up."

"I beg your pardon?" I said. "I'm quite certain I don't understand."

"You wanted to know what a prostitute would dress like. You're a bit taller than me, but I got one of the girls to lend me something. Something borrowed, something blue!" she chuckled.

I watched, mouth agape, as the clothes were laid out onto the bed.  There was so little there, and those horrible red boots!

"Come on, girl, STRIP OFF," Julie demanded. "You're the one who wants to look like a whore, remember?"

Julie laughed when she saw the huge wad of money, platinum credit card, and ID in my shoe. "You could buy this hotel with that!" she said, placing the money and cars with the disposable phone on the bed.

I covered my breasts when I took off my bra. I knew Julie was comfortable with nudity, but there was something unnerving about having a fully dressed prostitute evaluating me and looking me up-and-down and grinning at me like the Cheshire cat as I stripped. It was almost like I was the prostitute! And the feeling of my bare feet on the putrid "rug" was truly disgusting!

I hesitated when I got down to my knickers. Julie smiled. "The moment of truth," Julie snickered. "Come on, your highness. We need to see that tight little money-maker of yours. Hand 'em over."

Reluctantly I surrendered my knickers to Julie's grasp. "Not bad. Turn around. I want to see your ass."

I blushed as Julie let out a slow whistle at the sight of my bottom. "Nice. Sir Randolph is a lucky man. My ass hasn't been that tight in 10 years. But that pussy is way too fluffy."

"I keep it trim," I explained.

"You'll keep it bald," Julie corrected. "Faster cleanup. In this business, it's all about the volume. Remember it's not your pussy any more. It's your inventory."

My vagina was inventory? The idea sent a chill down my spine, but it was tremendously exciting, too.  Lost in the degradation of it, I let Julie take me in the bathroom and shave my vagina bald with a can of Barbasol and a cheap disposable razor. The cream burned, but Julie was gentle if a bit workman like. She caressed me towards the end and to my embarrassment I actually rocked through an orgasm even as she left me bald as a billiard ball. 

The outfit that Julie selected for me was basic cowgirl: a white tube top with no bra, an obscenely short & tight denim skirt, and thigh high red hooker boots that were too big. I tried not to think about who wore the lacy red knickers before me, but they certainly didn't smell very good. Even with the short skirt I wanted to skip the dirty red knickers all together, because of their rancid smell, but Julie insisted feeling "well used" down there was a key part of the experience.

Makeup was next: purple eye shadow with a bit of glitter, false eyelashes, too much red rouge on my cheeks, bright red lipstick, eyeliner everywhere "so they can spot you in the headlights." The makeup got caked on thick and fast and by the time she was done I felt more like a clown than a lady. 

A blonde wig over my stylish and carefully coiffed black hair completed the transformation. I spent the next several minutes staring in disbelief at the girl in the mirror, the cheap prostitute who looked nothing like me: my bare white thighs, my bouncing breasts with my nipples clearly visible through the fabric, my tight butt cheeks and underpants peeking out from under my skirt at the slightest movement, my whorish makeup. 

"You're a hot little number, Vicky," Julie laughed. "The punters are going to love you."

Vicky? I gave the cheap little tart with the pointy nipples and red boots a hard look. Julie was right. Victoria had vanished, and I was now Vicky. The girl in the mirror had no money, no class, no education, no resources at all. The only thing she had to offer anyone was sex. 

I felt a chill as I looked at my image. The girl in the mirror begged for contempt, and was the sort of cheap, trashy, garbage men spilled their seed on as much in disgust and contempt as lust. I was glad Julie had done this to me for I NEVER could have made myself look this way! I felt completely degraded but also incredibly excited. To make matters worse my excitement caused my pussy juices to slosh and mix with the dried stench of the whore who had worn the lacy red knickers before me, creating a noxious brew 

Without even thinking, I reached between my legs, and wetted my fingers. Instinctively I turned my face away as I brought my fingers up to my nose. My stench was appalling!

"Nice and trenchy," Julie laughed, grabbing my lacy crotch for a good-luck rub. ""I can smell the juices dribbling down your thighs. You're a real slut, Vicky."

I smelled like a rotting fish but Julie was still not satisfied, dousing me liberally with a noxious "perfume" in an unmarked bottle. The scent was a mix of burnt trash, undiluted Pine-Sol, and stale urine, but the more I tried to shield myself from it the more the laughing Julie sloshed on me. 

"It will make you stink like a whore," she promised, as if the noxious stench already wafting up from my 'trenchy' pussy hadn't done that already. 

I was struggling not to puke when the door opened and an unshaven man in a leather jacket strode into the room. He was squat, in his early thirties, and muscular, with an ugly scar on his right cheek.

"Here she is, Jake," Julie said. "The posh bird I was telling you about. All setup in her room."

"But this is your room," I said, confused.

"Naw, this is your room. The sink and shower don't even work in this shit hole," Vicky laughed. "Here's what she brought you, Daddy," she said, nuzzling up to the thuggish intruder.

I watched in stunned disbelief as Julie handed the brawny thug my phone, ID, credit card, and my thick wad of bills, which Jake immediately stuffed into his shirt pocket.

Jake's orders were stark and to the point. "You'll be working the hotel lot tonight. You stay right out in front of the room so Julie and I can keep an eye on you. You're young and blonde so you'll do okay. Julie will be setting up your tricks and collecting your money for you, so don't worry about cops or weirdos. Jake & Julie will keep you safe, love."

Jake sealed the deal by coming over and kissing me deeply, stuffing his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him away hard.

"I just wanted the clothes," I protested. "I'm not turning tricks for you. I'm not a whore!"

"You sure stink like one," Julie said, laughing.

"And you look like one, too," Jake snapped. "Listen bitch. Ya got no money, no phone, no money and no way out of here, except through Jake. I own your ass. And tonight, Miss Posh, you're going to earn your supper flat on your back with your feet in the air."

"You are mistaken, sir," I said, in my best high RP accent. "I am not a prostitute. However I promise to pay you a handsome gratuity upon my safe return to —"

Jake was not in the mood. Yanking me over his knee he exclaimed, "I don't negotiate with my whores." Jake had my short skirt up and my knickers down around my knees in a flash.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! 

Julie laughed as Jake set my bottom ablaze. I had never been struck before but hand never supposed that a mere hand spanking could hurt so much. Soon I was kicking, crying, and showing the disgusting pimp my complete inventory. I'm ashamed at how quickly I buckled and to this day wonder if it was my shame or my excitement that made me cross this final line.

"Stop! Stop! Please! I'll do it. I'll do what you say!"

"Do what?" Jake demanded. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I'll turn tricks for you." SPANK! SPANK! "Lots of them!" SPANK!

"Why?" SPANK! SPANK! 

"Because I'm a whore!" I cried out, sobbing with defeat. 

"Prove it," he said, rolling me off his lap and onto the filthy carpet.

Thirty seconds later I was kneeling on the disgusting rug with his member in my mouth, filled with disgust as my pimp directed me through my first trick.

"Suck it good, whore," he directed. "Swirl that tongue around. Lick the first few drops off the tip. Now underneath -- it's really sensitive there. I can tell you're new at this but you'll learn. A bit more suction. That's a good girl. I'm letting you suck me bareback, because I know you're clean, but all the Johns always use a rubber. Is that clear?"

I bobbed my head as I slurped at his dick. "Yeah, that's a good girl. Now don't swallow my jizz when I squirt. I have something special planned. Here it comes."

I didn't swallow. He ordered me to smear his disgusting scum around my lips, the inside of my nose, and my upper lip and mouth, "so you can smell and taste your Daddy all night, and never forget you're mine." I wish I could say that the horrible odor in my nostrils drowned out my urine/disinfectant perfume, but the extra emission only added to the unbearable stink that swirled in my nostrils. 

"You work until 10 PM," Jake said. "That will make you worth the trouble of breaking you in."

"Girls get lazy on the clock," Julie observed. "You should make her earn back the money she brought.  You get sixty percent...and I should get another twenty percent for managing her. She can pay us back out of her share. You & I can split her tips, Jake.

I didn't understand why I had to pay back the money Jake had stolen FROM ME, out of a measly 20% of my proceeds no less, with Jake & Julie stealing MY tips. But with my ass still burning from the spanking and his scum in my mouth and on my face I was in no position to object. 

Jake quickly counted out the money I had brought him -- an emergency stash of £600, less the money I had spent for bus fare and coffee. "That will keep her busy," Julie chuckled, clearly pleased that I had to earn so much!

As he pocketed my money Jake's voice was cold. "Turn her out," he said flatly. "Make her earn it."

Half naked and humiliated, the laughing Julie paraded me up and down in front of the hotel, my tits and ass bouncing as I pranced back and forth in my high heel boots. My clownish makeup made me look cheap, but my long coltish legs, firm tits, and youthful skin compared favorably to the older, cheaper, more battered whores I was competing against. 

Within minutes I had my first customer. I learned the lingo fast: "Half & Half -- blow job and intercourse - with a disgusting geezer old enough to be my grandfather. It took forever to suck him up, and at £40 total that means I netted a measly £8. In the past I was always the owner, skimming my percentage off others work, but now the math that had once delighted me filled me with horror. I had to earn another £580 plus. Vicky really would be earning her keep with her legs spread and her feet in the air!

I needed to work faster. I was still pulling on my knickers when Julie pushed me back out on parade.

The next one, a manual, was faster, but I netted a measly £2 to jack off a fat man who promised me he'd warn me before he came but ended up squirting his load on my face. Jake was right -- hand job or not, always use a condom.

I had made a mistake picking the red light district closest to my estate, but I was glad for my garish makeup and cheap appearance. I actually knew who my 3rd trick was.

I didn't know his name, of course. He was a brawny Jamaican and I remembered him only because I had complained about the way he ogled me while I was sunning myself by the pool while he dug out a sewer pipe in the blazing sun. He had been fired on the spot.

I wondered if he remembered me but he didn't seem to. For a moment I actually considered asking for his help, but quickly returned to my senses. I doubted he'd battle my pimp to free me after what I had done to him. Revealing that I was the British aristo-bitch who had fired him would make fucking me all the more enjoyable.

I didn't know his name when he worked for me, but I would never forget it from this day on. Shamar ordered me to dance a humiliating striptease for him, peeling down to nothing but my best whorish smile. Then I got down on my knees to suck his 10 inches until it was as hard as black steel. Shamar's penis had a large bulbous head, which came in handy when for an extra £5 he became the first man to ever fuck me up the ass.

When I tried to explain I didn't do "that sort of thing", he laughed and told me already paid "the bitch outside for your tight butt hole, you stuck up bitch." He fucked me on all fours on the bed, facing the mirror. I think he wanted to see the look on my face: him laughing and grinning as I gritted my teeth.

My saliva had left his pink condomed shaft soaked, and the shame of the humiliation hurt me far worse than the penetration. He was rough, laughing as he pumped his thick cock in-and-out of me like a piston, enjoying the look of helpless degradation on my face as he porked me.

"You stink, whore," he said in heavily accented Jamaican, "But you look like fancy lady I worked for once. She had a mole near her titties like yours, and a red stain above her ass" he said, laughing as he slapped my butt. "But this is my plantation and I am the master here, white girl. Feel my cock inside you, whore? I stretch your tight ass good. Shamar your master now."

I turned my head as I heard a voice from the doorway. "That's it, Vicky, give him a good ride!"

"Yeah, give the John his money's worth!"

To my horror Vicky and a couple of the other girls were standing in the doorway, laughing at me as I got reamed. A sharp slap on my ass from Shamar refocused me on my job."

"Who in charge here?" Shamar demanded as he pumped my ass. 

"You are...sir", I said meekly.

"Dat right. If Shamar call you in from field, slave girl, to fuck you up the ass, you run to my big house like dog. Shamar is yer master now."




Victoria's Secret: Hotel Hooker!



"Yes, master," I said, mortified all the more because I knew he was right. Shamar was my master, and even with the condom on I groaned with humiliation as I felt his hot seed balloon up the rubber inside my ass. 

I had many masters that day, but I was smart and I learned fast. Blacks, Pakistanis, Oriental, bald or obese, old or pimply, I took them all on. Blowjobs or a finger up their ass made them come quicker. I looked up at them while I blew them, knowing the power trip would make them shoot their load faster. I came a lot, but faked it when I didn't, since it made the guys hot to make them think they were driving me crazy. Taking on two or three buddies was more cash for not a lot more work, and it was no more degrading to have a cock in my mouth and butt at once as to do it one at a time. 

It was a big mistake to work so close to home. I ended up blowing my garbage man and a young man who worked at the convenience store near my house. I ended up sucking off my High School Chemistry teacher. I wonder what he would have said if he knew his best student, sweet little innocent Victoria, was on her knees polishing his knob.  Heck, I wonder what his WIFE would have said.

I was strutting my goods in front of the hotel when one of the guys asked me if he could watch me do it with another girl.  I was shocked and speechless.  Vicky, my pimp for the night, was not.  Five minutes later I was naked on the bed with my legs spread wide, giving and receiving from Darcy, a cute red headed Irish girl who licked my twat for all it was worth.  I returned the favor.

I got extra for my first-ever lesbian experience, but I didn't care about tips.   I wanted them in-and-out, literally. Julie was right about the shaving, too, and I kept a rag handy for cleanups, wiping off my pussy like it was the counter at a busy truck stop diner. Without a shower to cleanup my stink only got only worse. None of the customers ever licked my pussy -- I stank too much for that, but they sure did fuck it. Over and over and over again. 

Julie threw me some curve balls whenever she thought I was getting TOO cocky -- three homeless guys who I knew weren't paying shit and who stunk like a urinal, a kinky bastard who wanted me to milk him like the cowgirl I was dressed like while he MOOED, a guy who brought his own handcuffs. I took them all, the worst ones with an amused Vicky watching...and grinning at me the whole time.

In her eagerness to make sure I got the full pimp experience Julie sold me CHEAP, between £30 and £50 a trick, which meant I only got £6 to £10 per cock. Plus she charged me £100 a night for the room, and another £50 for the "brunch buffet" -- a disgusting hamburger and the chance to get some water from the water fountain in the lobby. Thanks to Julie, I worked all night Friday, and all night Saturday, and finally got off at 2PM Sunday. Just in time for church.

When I asked for my clothes back and some money for a cab, Julie laughed. "You have something more valuable than money. You have SKILLS. Now get your ass out on the street and earn your way home before I put you back to work to pay me tuition for all I taught ya'"

I practically ran out the door. Since I didn't even have a rubber my first trick was bareback and earned me £40 and a mouthful of jizz. I didn't have Julie or Jake pimping me, which meant the money was mine, but I was terrified. I was a rogue, and if one of the other pimps spotted me, my wings would be clipped and I'd be put to work again. 

I bought some condoms and turned another trick with fat middle-aged slob who probably worked in an office building I owned. I wanted to make sure I had some "mad money" in case something happened on the cab ride home, as I didn't want to be walking through a posh neighborhood dressed like a whore and reeking of dried semen. As it turned out I had nothing to worry about. I had to walk for miles before I finally got a cab that would stop for me, and the driver wasn't interested in money. I earned my ride.

I didn't go home, though. I went directly to Randolph's. My voice got me through the main gate. The butler was stunned when he opened the door, his nose crinkling up from the smell. He didn't recognize me until I took of my wig and explained Randolph and I were playing a game. He winked and me and fetched his master. 

Randolph was stunned by my costume, and wig, and "pig sty stink" as he put it. But he sure did like my new bag of tricks. I gave him the full customer experience, and this time I got to keep the tip. We did it like bunnies all night; I knew that tonight Randolph was going nowhere.

After showering I decided to wear my hooker costume home, packing a change of clothes with me so I could change into something more discrete before I reached my estate.  I’m not sure why I did it. Perhaps after a night of wild sex with Randolph the hooker costume seemed appropriate.  I even opted out of clean underwear and wore the dirty, lacy red underpants I had been forced to wear at the hotel.  I don’t know why I wore them, or why I didn’t wash them, except that the second they touched my pussy I felt my juices starting to flow.    

As a final touch I layered on my “whore makeup” the best I could using the more expensive cosmetics I had on hand.  Seeing me clean and “ready for work” Randolph fucked my mouth one more time “for the road” before I left.  He pulled out right before he came, blowing his spunk all over my face.

“I trust you won’t mention this to anyone,” Randolph said to his butler as I tried to make myself look a bit less rumpled.

“Of course, sir.  Very good, sir.  May I call the car for the young lady?”

“Yes,” Randolph said, chuckling as he rubbed the gobs of semen in my face so they wouldn’t dry in clumps.   

“My lady,” indeed!

The butler was an old family retainer, and I knew he would be discrete.  After the stuff he’d seen Randolph’s father and mother pull I wouldn’t even make the highlight reel.

As for the gardeners and the other household staff I looked so different – so unexpectedly different – no one recognized me.  Randolph’s driver, a brawny young lad of about 21, polite but rough around the edges, had no idea of who I am.

I had never liked the way Randolph’s driver or the way I had caught him looking at me when he drove me home, a problem easily solved by keeping the partition up.  But on this drive the partition was down and locked, and when I tried to raise it he just laughed.

“Can’t have a tart drinking the master’s fine whiskeys,” his politeness gone.   “If you want a drink get one of your johns to buy you one back at the ho house!”

I blushed a little as he looked me up and down, laughing.  “You like being a tart?  I bet you do.  You and the master humping all night.  I bet you gave it to him real sweet.  Made a lot of noise, didn’t you?  Just like a real slut.”

“Must have been nice for you, sleeping in a fine gentleman’s bed, instead of humping against some dumpster.  Must have been nice to give head without having to lean over the gearshift.”

“Not sure why the master picked you – probably not getting up from that stuck-up-bitch girlfriend of his.  I guess it’s like when he sends me out to buy him some KFC.  You finger licking good, whore?”  I squirmed in my seat as he looked me up and down and laughed.

“Nice tits on you.  Nipples all nice and firm.  Here, I’ll turn up the air.  There we go, let’s flip those headlights on.  I wouldn’t mind sucking on those.  Why don’t you spread your legs and show me what you got?  Let me see your snatch!” he said, giving me a dirty laugh.

I looked away, blushing.  Unfortunately for me my embarrassment was misinterpreted as haughtiness.

“Don’t you act all high and might with me, whore, with the master's baby batter dripping off your chin."  I quickly reached for my chin, and to my horror, realized a big gob had indeed formed a humiliating icicle which I quickly broke off.  

"How many guys you do in a night?  10?  20? 30? Suck a posh dick and now a working man’s tool not good enough for you?  Lousy whore.  Show me your gash or your walking from here.”

I looked out the window.  We were in the middle of the English countryside, without anyplace for me to change.  And although I still had my ID getting picked up by the police in my current guise would be more than a tad embarrassing.

Maybe I had no choice.  But the perversity of being ordered about by a man who had been driving me around for years but who’s name I had never even bothered to learn turned me on.  When I lifted myself up off the seat, spread my legs and pushed my lacy red knickers to one side I was already wet.

“Oh, that’s a nice gash.  Bare and hot.  I can smell you from here, bitch.  Finger it.  Finger it till you come.”

I brought my boots up onto the car seat, spreading myself wide for his viewing pleasure.  With two fingers I fucked myself, using my thumb to rub my clit.  Too excited to drive, he pulled off the road to watch me pleasure my hot pussy.”

“That’s it…make it all nice and juicy.  You get wet quick don’t you?  Don’t you?  Yeah, just like a good little whore.  You were made for this line of work, baby, with that hot little snatch of yours.  Ready to hump 24/7.  Randy, ready, and juicy all the time.”

I came, but I didn’t stop.  I kept rubbing hard and fast.  

“Look at that little hole of yours twitched?  Do you come with your customers?  Of course you do.  You’d be a whore even if they didn’t pay you.  Hot little fuck bunny.  That’s it… keep rubbing that stinky little snatch of yours.  Show Pug how you do it.”

Pug.  Of course. I had heard Randolph call him Pug before, but I didn’t remember his name.  As Lady Victoria, girlfriend of his master and his clear social superior, Pug’s never mattered to me.  

It’s ironic that I learned his name was when got in the back of Randolph’s limo, ordered me up on all fours, and fucked me fast and hard.  

Even as he fucked me the degrading commentary continued.  “You like getting it like a dog?  Of course you do.  Just like a real bitch.  Bark for me, bitch.  Bark to show me you’re in heat.”

I did my best canine howl as we both came together.  Pug left me his used condom, laughing I could keep it as a “souvenir”.  I did.  

Randolph’s joked about hiring me for an upcoming bachelor party for one of his friends.  He’s joking, of course, but the idea of “Vicky” fucking all of the grooms at one of my posh girlfriend’s weddings and then being a proper bridesmaid at the wedding the next day really makes me hot.

I've thought of inviting Randolph to visit me at the hotel to see how I learned all the tricks I showed him. I knew it would turn him on to see me working in a stop-and-fuck, but I also knew that if I went back it would be a very long weekend for me. 

Long, hard, and very fun.