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Rescue Sex

By: ironicchef



I'm going to tell you the dirty little secret of working at a home improvement store: a sizable chunk of the customers aren't there to fix their houses. 

The largest proportion of these oddball customers come in two types. There's the art students. You know who they are because they are always asking weird questions about how to attach things that nobody needs to attach. When I first started working here, I got more than a few dates by helping skinny girls dye some concrete pink, or some such nonsense.

Then there's the other type of customer. The ones like Marjorie. You know what they are doing by the way they handle the rope, rubbing their fingers on it to test the texture, looking both ways before wrapping it around the wrist to see if it would chafe. I was pretty good at spotting the bondage freaks by the time I saw her for the first time. That was about six years ago.

Right now, I have Marjorie bent over a plywood box. Her hands are cuffed under her, she's using them to finger her ass between her legs.

I built the box with Marjorie's husband. That's how I got to know them. I learned from the art students that helping out led to the occasional fuck session. With the bondage freaks, I did even better.

Marjorie's husband is in the box. Between her moans, she's begging him to suck her nipples harder through the two holes that I drilled. 

Marjorie's nipples are like control knobs. She gets aroused if you blow on them. One slow pinch will make her knees buckle. Her husband told me all this the first time I went to their house. They said they wanted to pay me for my time. Her husband sucked on her nipples until she begged to be allowed to come. He made her promise she'd suck me off. 

I've built lots of stuff for Marjorie, and I've done lots of stuff to her. Right now, I'm about to fuck her ass.

"Suck harder, you bastard," Marjorie says. I can't see what he's doing, but Marjorie knows what I'm about to do. 

I've said so out loud in a voice that is loud enough for Stan to hear. She knows that when I stick my dick in her ass, the only lube I'll use is the juice from her pussy. And she knows I'll last a long time back there, because I've already come down her throat, and in her pussy.

She has red hair. It's cut short in a way that accentuates her big lips. If she had any hair on her pussy, I'm sure it would match. It's glistening - she's rubbing furiously at her snatch, trying to get as slick as possible. Her hands are moving up and down her crack in an effort to get any moisture back there that she can.

In truth, I'd say her husband is the dominant one in this relationship, but I don't think they have any hard lines. It's not a master/ slave kind of pair, but a wanton slut with a kinky husband. 

Her husband isn't really angry that I'm going to fuck her. He's angry there's nothing he can do about it. 

"He's going to fuck my ass," Marjorie tells him. "And there's nothing I can do to stop him."

The service was Marjorie's idea. She called it The Safe Word. A voice controlled app on the phone that called us in the case of umm... sticky self-bondage situations. Marjorie was a computer programmer, and she wrote the code herself. The best part: it was free until you needed it. 

Marjorie and her husband knew a lot of people in the local bondage scene. I wasn't naturally disposed toward BDSM when we started, I just liked to get my rocks off. But I've learned a lot about kinky women in that time, enough that I can walk into these situations and really go the extra mile.

Through Marjorie's introductions and my job at the home improvement store, I'd built quite a few devices for people so there was a good amount of trust with the smallish circle of clients we started with. 

The deal was simple. If they called, they had to pay. Cash worked, and I turned that over to Marjorie. We charged $500 per person. Then there were the ones that didn't have the cash. In exchange for being set free, they agreed to let their rescuer fuck them, in any way. 

Some of the people were good planners. The folks that were into self bondage tended to be the best. They usually had a plan to get out, but if that failed, calling me was better than screaming until a neighbor called the cops. The good planners usually had house keys hidden, with detailed plans in our database. These were the folks too shy to tell anyone they knew about their kinks, and they would do things with stranger that they'd never do with a husband or a lover.

I work nights at the home improvement store, so most of the people I deal with are married, playing hookey from work, etc.

But there were all kinds of people. People that didn't want to pay and didn't want to fuck. People that promised to pay later. If I thought a client would change her mind, I'd usually videotape a consent statement. But I definitely left one woman strapped to her own bed, waiting for the kids to get home because she wouldn't agree to fuck. I've had to break into second floor windows, talk my way past hotel security, and pull women out of car trunks. 

In the past year, we'd probably serviced five or six clients per month. We even brought on a gay dude to handle those situations. Marjorie and her husband did a few jobs. My gut says that most of these people wanted to get caught. Marjorie told me that she'd never heard of so many people getting stuck in bondage before this. 

That's what's going on here. Marjorie lured her husband in the box earlier this afternoon. She'd made him suck her tits all day. 

Then she gave him the bad news. She lost the key.

True to form, I get the call. Normally, I'd show up and fuck her, then free her husband. That's the deal, even if we're all friends. But in this scene orchestrated by Marjorie, she wanted me to make a few demands. The first was that I'd only fuck her if she wore the cuffs. 

At first, she protested. "You know I'll do whatever you want," she said. "Don't make me wear them."

But I tweaked her nipple and she started narrating to her husband. 

"oooohhh," she moaned. "You know I can't say no when you do that."

"Get the cuffs on."

"Just let me suck you off," she said. "You know I'm good."

"Cuffs," I said, "or you can cut him out with a saw."

I tweaked her nipple again, drawing my fingers down the length. Her knees went weak, and I knew her pussy was probably getting wet. It was the truth. I didn't need the cuffs. The electrical shockwave between her cunt, brain and nipples make her a slave to any man.

"Just get it over with and get me out of this box, you asshole." That was her husband. 

I responded as Marjorie arranged.

"The more you talk, the more I'll enjoy this, Stan. You aren't getting out until I fuck her." 

She came back with the cuffs. 

Her boobs were really firm. I bent over and put a nipple in my mouth, then bit it gently. I bit it again in rapid succession. She grunted and I reached between her legs. Totally soaked.

When I pushed her to her knees, she went down with no resistance. I stepped forward. My crotch touches her face - I didn't have my pants off yet - when she raises her arms up for me to shackle her. I pull her up, then lay her on the box on her back. Her head hung over the edge. I fucked her mouth without mercy. This is what she asked me to do. She didn't have to tell Stan what was going on because the gags and slurps of a rough blowjob would be unmistakable to him. With her head over the edge of the box, I had a clear road to her throat. A rough tug on her nipples drew a deep moan from the base of her soul. That moan opened her mouth, and I used the opportunity to push my dick even deeper down her throat. I held it there until she began to buck a little bit. Then a slow rhythm until I blew my load.

I hadn't taken my dick out of her mouth yet, but Stan must have figured out that I had come because things have gotten quiet.

"Ok, you had your fun. Now let me out," Stan said. 

"I think you know how this works," I told him. "One fuck per person. There's two of you that are tied up."

"Oh fuck you. You put her there."

"Nonetheless, there are two of you tied up now."

I pulled my cock out of Marjorie's mouth and I put her in a doggy style position on the floor. Her face was toward the box.

She has a great ass. Wide-ish hips and a round booty. What I really liked about her is that she didn't wear thongs or bikini briefs. She wore those wide-ish panties where the bottom hem cut across the middle of each cheek. I liked that. I made sure her knees were tucked as far as they would go toward her shoulders. It made her pussy stick up. The whole scene gave Stan the opportunity to watch the action through an eyehole on the side.

Her box was sopping with juices, and I knew there wouldn't be much friction there. You'd think that a vibrator would be the wrong choice in this situation, but I wanted her close to orgasm, in a position where her snatch would be in spasms. I grabbed a wand-style vibrator from a shelf and began stroking it down the channel from her clit to her hole. 

Her back arched down, hard. Her cheek was touching the rug and her mouth opened in a moan. I went into tease mode, keeping the vibrator in the canal, but away from her clit, keeping the touch light and subtle. Her hands, still cuffed in front and under her, she tried to grab the wand and press it into her clit. I smacked her ass hard. 

"Hands down," I told her.

I had a raging hard-on at this point, and I was getting impatient. 

"Beg," I said.

"Let me come," she said.

I smacked her ass again.

"Wrong."

"I'll do what ever you want," she said.

"That's true. But wrong again." I smacked her other cheek.

"Fuck me." Smack

"Where?"

"Right here." Smack.

"Anywhere you want."

"I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Whatever you want. There's lube on the shelf."

"I want it tight," I told her. 

"Ok."

"I'm not going to use any lube."

I pressed the vibrator against her clit. With her hands bound in front of her, she tried to press it tight. But I backed off.

My dick was rock hard and the skin on it was taut. In one thrust, I plunged my dick into her puss all the way to the base of the shaft. I grabbed her hair so that she arched her back down. The angle gave my a view of her puckered asshole, and a great source of friction on the bottom of my cock where all the nerve endings are. I immediately spit on her asshole and began massaging it with my thumb. 

"You can come now," I told her.

She began diddling her clit, and within ten seconds, she was moaning and screaming in orgasm. She was on her knees, my hands clawing a bunch of hair in my hand, when I began thrusting has hard as I could. A small shriek came from deep within her chest every time I bottomed out. 

"I'm going to fuck your ass when I'm done with this hole," I told her.

"Please don't," she said. "The only man that's been back there is my husband."

"You think this pussy is good enough?" I asked. "It's the loosest hole I've ever fucked."

I lifted her up and put her over the box, maneuvering her so that her tits hung into the holes that had been built for this purpose.

"Tell him to suck on them."

"I can't," she said. "I'm too sensitive."

I got my dick back inside her pussy. Then I grabbed the vibrator and touched it to her clit. 

She spasmed. It couldn't have been a minute since her orgasm, and everything about her was a ball of nerve endings. With her whole body shuddering in orgasm, I began slamming my cock into her has hard as I could, and then roared as I dumped all my cum into her.

"Let me out now," Stan said, while my cum covered dick was still in his wife's sopping wet pussy.

"She's gonna clean me off first," I told him.

"That's not part of the deal," Stan said. 

"You heard her Stan. She said I could fuck her anywhere I wanted. And I haven't fucked her ass yet."

I took my cock out of her vagina and walked around to the other side of the box. Marjorie's head was hanging over in an exhausted, post-orgasmic bliss. She opened her mouth to inhale my now softening member.

"You are such a whore." I told her. She looked up and smiled. Everything was going according to her plan. 

"Listen to me," I told her. "Your pussy was incredibly wet. So wet I barely felt anything. You want to please me, don't you?"

"I said you can do whatever you want," she replied.

"But to you want to please me?'

"I do." 

"Then beg. Beg me to fuck your ass."

"Fuck my ass."

"Tell me you don't want me to use lube."

"I don't know if I can take that."

"If your husband sucks on your tits, I'm sure we can your juices."

"It's gonna hurt."

I smacked her ass. She was still bent over the box.

"Do you want to please me?"

"Yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck me raw."

"Then tell him."

"Stanley, you better start sucking on my boobs. Because if you don't, it'll be a long time before this backdoor is open for business."

Stanley chimed in. "When I get out of here, I'm gonna fuck you up."

"I don't think I need to remind you Stan, that you are stuck in a box that I built. Your wife is bent over it. Her hands are cuffed in front her. I've made her come and she is begging for more. Now, I'm going to get my rod up there, because she's begged me to do it. But I've blown loads in two other holes. When I come, it ain't gonna be quick. And if you don't get to work, it's gonna be a rough ride for her."

She started to moan and rub her puss like the whore she was pretending to be. 

"I want you to come," I told her.

"He's going to fuck my ass," Marjorie tells him. "And there's nothing I can do to stop him."

I wait until she brings herself to a thundering orgasm. Her legs are spread wide open, and she is bent at the waist. I walk my cock over to her face.

"Suck me hard."

She complies. I keep it deep in her mouth so that when it grows, it begins to choke her. 

I walk back to her ass, and drop some lube on her puckered ass. I'm not an animal. She looks back at me and smiles. 

It takes a bit to get my head through the backdoor. It's clear she doesn't do this too often. I go slow. The tightness of her ass feels incredible. And every nerve ending in my dick is pressed against my taught skin.

I slowly start working it back and forth, going a little deeper every time.

"Keep rubbing that clit" I tell her. "I want you to come with a dick in your ass."

"I don't know if I can come again," she says.

She's rubbing her clit anyway. I grab her hair and pull her almost in a standing position. I can see Stan in the hole below.

"You'll come, or you'll clean off my dick with your mouth again."

"Dude, I'm gonna fuck you up when I get out of here," Stan says. 

I begin picking up my pace. I'm fucking her hard enough for the box to shake. She's screaming, but looking back at me with a smile on her face.

"Come for me." 

"I can't."

The vibrator is nearby, and I grab it. I turn it on and put it in her bound hands. She begins rubbing it furiously around her channel. She's kind enough to apply it to my balls every once in a while when I bottom out. 

She comes again. It is intense and short lived, her whole body tightening. Her sphincter muscles clutch so tight that I can barely move. 

"Oh yes." Marjorie says. "Now that was a royal fucking."

"Let me out of here," Stan says.

I'm still hard. I begin pumping in an out of her ass. Enough to rock the box ever so slightly.

"Stan, there's something I want to tell you," Marjorie begins. "You are the love of my life, and you know I love to fuck," she says. "But I haven't lost the key to this box. I've orchestrated this whole scene because I wanted to get a point across to you."

"You think you own me," she says. "You think you own me because you can make me do things. Humiliating things. Things with other men."

"But I never did anything I didn't want to, Stan. When you control me. When you make me suck off pizza delivery boys, when you trade me like I was property at the swingers club, that's stuff I want to do. The important thing to remember is that I get to cum." 

I am pumping again at her ass, and she is gripping me tight with her muscles. 

"I like to make men come Stan. It turns me on. But last week, you tied me up at the club and made me watch you fuck two new girls. When you were done, you didn't have any energy for me, and you didn't let me fuck anyone else." 

"This is your punishment."

Just then I blow another load in her ass, slicked as it is with her juices and lube. She keeps pushing back, just enough to make herself come one more time.

"Don't ever forget it. If you do, you'll find yourself cleaning off Dan's cock."

Rescue Sex Pt. 02



A few days later, my cell phone went off. It was the safe word program with a job in the suburbs. The text was simple: "Rosie. 155 W. Elm." The program gives the option of leaving a voicemail and this client did. 

"Hi this is Rosie. I dropped the key to my handcuffs and I need someone to get me. I'm in the second floor bedroom. My fiance will be home in three hours. I don't have cash."

I called Marjorie to see if Stan wanted the job. I figured he would have some aggression to let out from the weekend, but she said he was all tapped out. 

"He's been riding me hard and putting me away wet for the past couple days," is all she said. 

I drove over to the address. It was a safe neighborhood near a public park system, but in the middle of the day, I really had to worry about nosy neighbors. I left my car in the parking lot of the park and walked through the woods to the back. 

The sliding glass door wasn't locked.

I heard a noise upstairs and followed the sound. 

I peaked through a crack in the door to see a skinny blond chick, c-cup boobs, short hair and glasses. The noise was obviously a porno. One hand was cuffed to the metal bed post. She was sitting up in the bed, her back against the headboard, masturbating furiously. Her free jammed a dildo deep into her cunt. She wiggled her hips, as if to ride it deeper. Though I couldn't see it at first, there was a small vibrator attached to her thumb which she was using to strum her clit like an electric banjo. 

I walked in and startled her.

"Hi," I said.

She jumped and the dildo slid from her cunt.. She obviously hadn't heard me come in.

"Getting ready for me, I see. What seems to be the problem."

"I can't get the key. It fell behind the bed."

"Why don't you wait for your boyfriend to come home. I'm sure he'd love to find you like this."

She looked down and started to mumble.

"Tying me up freaks him out. He won't do it."

"You've asked him?"

"Yeah. I used to do it with an old boyfriend. I used to be able to come just from the click of a handcuff. But my fiancé says sex and violence don't mix."

It really was a shame. Romance killed everything.

"Call me sir," I told her.

"Ok, sir." 

"How often do you tie yourself up?"

"Sir, I do this every couple of months. Usually when I'm home alone on a work day." 

I walked closer to where she was sitting and bent over to look behind the headboard. Her face lined up with my navel. She leaned back to get out of the way.

"Did I say you could move?"

I could see the key. It must have been just out of reach.

"Sorry sir."

"You know the deal, right?

"I can settle this with sex, sir?"

"That's almost correct. It's better to say you can pay with service."

The cuffs were long, and had the kind of swivels on them that made it easy to put people in other positions.

"On your knees," I told her. "I want to look at what I've gotten myself into."

She was skinny, and kind of athletic. 

"How do you propose to pay me?" I asked her.

"Sir, I would like to give you a blow job," she said.

She was doggy style, her feet hanging over the bed. I reached over and put by thumb on her sphincter. 

"I don't think you understand," I told her. "This isn't about what you want. It's about what I want. So let me ask you again. How do you propose to pay me?" With that I began massaging her sphincter. 

It was a tight little ass, and it was clear to me than it had never been used. The threat of a helpless anal fucking had short circuited her brain.

I used my other hand to smack her ass. 

For those of you who don't know me, the story is simple. I work for a service that rescues women who have put themselves in bondage or sexual situations from which they cannot extricate themselves. I've been in a whole host of bizarre sexual situations, and I've learned a lot of lessons about kinky women. I'm applying one of those lessons now: a woman who ties herself up and masturbates furiously while waiting for a stranger to come fuck her is probably into some pretty dark shit, even if she can't admit it.

"Answer the question. How do you propose to pay me?"

"Sir, I've never..." I began massaging the area around her hole with more force.

"Do you think you have a choice in what happens here?" I asked.

"No. You can use me any way you want. I don't think I have a choice in that. But I've never had anal sex."

"There's a first time for everything then, isn't there?"

"I don't..."

I smacked her ass.

"You don't enjoy pain? You don't enjoy being dominated by a stranger? You don't like giving up control?" 

"I don't..."

"Didn't I tell you to call me sir?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to punish you for forgetting."

With that I grabbed her legs and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. I pushed her body so she faced me. I pulled out my cock and shoved it in her open mouth. She reached up to stroke my dick.

I reached around the back of her head to get a little control. With my other hand I reached down and began playing with her nipple. I love when a girl can wrap her lips around the base my my dick. 

"Look up at me," I told her. "Open your eyes.'

With my hand on the back of her head, I maintained a steady pace, pushing deeper into her mouth as her free hand sought to limit my progress. I ignored her.

Her big babydoll eyes are a huge turn-on. I came close to cumming, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. 

I took my dick out of her mouth and sprayed my load all over her face.

"Did I please you sir," she asked. She reached up to wipe her face, but I slapped it away.

"You didn't," I told her. "I had to jerk myself off. Now turn around. We're going to see if another hole can do a better job."

Typically, the deal is that a female has to make me come once. Since I jerked off to finish, she technically hadn't completed her end of the bargain. 

When she was on her hands and knees, I stood behind her. With one thrust I buried my dick into her cunt. I reached my hand and grabbed the back of her head, shoving her cum-covered face into the sheets.

Judging by the way she masturbated, with the dildo pressed tight into her hole, I figured I'd do the same. My thrusts were slow, and when I bottomed out I kept my cock pressed tight, grinding into her womb with one hand pressing her face into the sheets. I leaned forward to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

"You think your fiancé will make you happy."

"He'll never be able to give you the rough cock you want."

"He'll never threaten to fuck your ass. "

"He'll never take away your freedom and use you as a toy."

With each thrust her whimper grew louder and louder. 

"You are a cum dumpster. That's why I came on your face. "

"Tell me you're a whore," I said.

"I'm a whore."

"Tell me you are a fucking cum dumpster."

"Oh god. I'm a cum dumpster.. I'm a whore."

That's why I'm fucking you now. Because sucking my dick wasn't the punishment for forgetting your place. Sucking my dick is something you wanted to do. You are going to have to clean the cum off these sheets when I'm done. Your punishment is laundry, because you are a whore, trying to be a housewife."

I took my hand off of her head and grabbed her hips. I picked up the thrusts with a steady, measured pace, beating her pussy like a metronome. 

When she came, she still handn't taken her face off of the cum stain on the sheets. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth froze in a wide gasp as if she had entered a trance. 

I pulled out and jerked off onto the bed. I grabbed her hair again and shoved her mouth toward the new stain.

"Eat it."

She did.



Rescue Sex Pt. 03



His blondish housewife was trembling and wouldn't make eye contact when she got into my car. We were in the back of a Target parking lot. She had picked this place because she thought it was public, and safe. 

She was dressed in a purple velour track suit that made her look a bit frumpy. 

In reality, she had the type of body that really got me hard. A big, apple-shaped ass that rode high on her frame, and firm tits that she propped up with a push out bra. She had full lips, and she wore just enough makeup to make her baby blue eyes pop out and straddle the difference between professional and slutty. Her stomach wasn't flat, but she wasn't fat. She was a curvy woman and a huge turnon. 

She was in her early 30's, with two kids, Married to a guy 15 years her senior. She served on the local school board. I looked it up: she is a Republican.

You really didn't need to see her naked to know that the carpet didn't match the drapes. But I have seen her naked, and her body is thick, and built for fucking. 

Her hair isn't fully blond, it's more of a streaky blond, with long dark roots. She was talking, but I wasn't listening. I was imagining what the back of her hair would look like when she bent over the seat of my car and started sucking my dick.

She's telling me that she needs a little more time She's lying. She's lying to herself, and to me. 

I reach over and pinch her nipple, protruding through the thick fabric of her track suit. She moves to take my hand away, but I use a grunt to warn her against it.

"Shhhhhh," I say.

Here's how I ended up in a Target parking lot with a nervous milf's nipple in my fingertips. I work for a service that rescues women who become trapped in self bondage. It's a voice-controlled application with a simple premise. You call, and we come untie you. Women can pay with sex, or cash.

Lana, is a real freak, if one can judge by contraption from which I freed her.

She one of our clients. 

In the large city in which I work, the bondage scene is large and we have a good reputation. There's no blackmail. We also try to make it pleasurable for the women. Let's be clear though: these are women who can't or won't tell anyone about their kinks. They get fucked by me, a stranger. The things they find pleasurable can be pretty twisted.

When I found Lana in the walk-in closet of her McMansion, she was on her knees bent over a chair. With her solid, d-cup rack resting on the seat. Her arms were cuffed behind her back. A large vibrating dildo stood at a 45-degree angle from the floor into her cunt. She was riding it.

On a stand in front of her was a large black dildo, a tube came from the back. She had headphones on, and a blindfold. Her lips were wrapped around the dildo, and she was sucking on it like it was her job. I could see a fluid making it's way through the tube, which she was apparently swallowing.

Looking at the headphones and the blindfold, I didn't think it was likely that she had heard me come in. 

I smacked her ass. 

She started screaming and shaking in a way that, at first, made me think she was having a panic attack, but it soon dawned on me that she was cumming. The idea of getting caught like this had set off waves of orgasm, and she began lifting her ass up and down over the floor-mounted dildo.

I took the dildo from her mouth. This thing was pretty long, and it had a hole drilled it about 5 inches from the tip. It looked to me that to be able to get the viscous fluid into her mouth, the dildo had to be pretty far past her lips. 

"Oh thank god you are here," she said.

"Judging by orgasm you just had, I'd bet God isn't the only person you should thank," I said. "Pay or fuck?" I asked.

"Can I pay later," she asked.

"If women could pay later, I'd be very broke and very horny." 

I was looking at the contraption. 

From what I could tell, she had built herself a rube Goldberg bondage device. On one end was a bag of fluid - I later found out it was yogurt. The bag was on a pulley, and it appeared to me that if she sucked enough yogurt through the dildo, the pulley would lower a key into her hands. Then there was what looked like a timer involved as maybe a secondary escape.

"What is this?" 

At first, Lana didn't want to discuss her device. I smacked her ass a couple of times to get her to open up, but it turns out this is a woman who really gets off on spanking.. Then I realized the vibrator in her cunt was set to low. I switched it to high. She started talking.

Turns out, Lana was a mechanical engineer by training, but she got married right after college and never worked. She recently began using her expertise to make bondage contraptions. 

The faster she could suck yogurt though the rubber cock, the sooner she could free herself. Her record was three hours, but it usually took her four to move the creamy stuff through the surgical tubing. There was also a secondary device, a timer that released her about an hour before the kids got home from school in the event she couldn't make it.

The problem? Today was a half-day at school, a fact she hadn't remembered until she had fully bound herself..

"I bet you give one hell of a blowjob," I told her.

"I do. But only for my husband. He doesn't know I do this. It's just, once the kids started going to school, I started spending more and more time on the internet..."

"Ok, you don't cheat on your husband. But there's no way I'm setting you free without some assurance I'll be compensated. We take credit cards."

"My husband is an accountant. He doesn't mind how much I spend, but he does check the statements."

Then she said something.

"I can give you $1000 next week."

"But how do I know you'll pay?"

"Pictures. You can take pictures." 

"Ok, $1,000 by next week. But if you don't pay, you'll regret it."

"I'm a mother and a school board member. There's nothing I wouldn't do to prevent those pictures from getting out."

"If you don't pay, I'll give you your pics back, but you have to do whatever I say for a weekend."

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and set it to record. 

Then I told her to repeat after me.

"My name is Lana Bowers. I'm a slut."

I took some video of her saying some pretty nasty shit. How her husband's dick was too small, how she only fucked black dudes. She was getting into it, and she started bucking against the floor-mounted dildo. I took a quick pic of her lips wrapped around my cock. At first she resisted, but I pushed my luck and told her that what I had might not be enough. I jerked off onto the chair in front of her face. I grabbed her hair and made her eat it. I recorded that too, along with a shot of her cumming on the floor-mounted dildo.

Back in the Target parking lot, I placed my smartphone on the dashboard. I cued up the video of her saying all that nasty shit.

"The choice has always been yours," I told her. "Pay, or find a baby sitter."

"I just need more time."

"How much more time?"

"Another two weeks."

"What's going on?"

"I'm not proud to say this, but I get an allowance. It's been hard to siphon cash without my husband knowing."

"How hard?"

"Well, there's the hair appointments, and the dog groomer. I can skip those without much notice. My husband would notice $1,000 missing."

"If you don't mind some unsolicited marriage advice, your husband seems pretty controlling. Given the way I found you last week, I don't think you would mind."

"He doesn't have much in the way of imagination," she said. "He loves to fuck, but he's also kind of asperger-ey when it comes to money. He's just obsessed with maximizing tax benefits."

Something didn't add up. Why would her husband give her an allowance, then check the account? And judging by the jewelry she had in her bedroom, she could bring in $1,000 at a pawn shop without a problem.

"Look, I don't feel sorry for you. I saw your house. I saw your closet. If you needed to come up with a grand, you wouldn't have a problem. I think you want to be here. I think the idea of being at the mercy of a strange man turns you on. Maybe not enough to actually cheat, but you are flirting with it."

"That's not true."

"I bet you are wet as shit right now," I said.

"Please don't talk to me like that."

I thought for a minute.

"How about another deal?" I said.

She just looked at me, maybe with a mix of lust and anxiety in her eyes.

I rolled down the window on her side..

"I'll give you more time, but you have to settle a bet. I'm betting this whole situation has your cunt slicker than a water slide. So here's the wager. Get on your hands and knees and stick your head out of the window. I'm going to pull your pants down and stick my finger in your hole. If I meet even the slightest hint of a dry patch, you can have the extension, no strings. But if you are as wet as I think you are, you give me a blow job, right here in the truck."

"Either way, I get two more weeks?"

"Yep."

She hesitated for a moment. My phone was sitting up right on the dash. I played a quick video.

She was bent over, still cuffed inside the walkin closet.

"My name is Lana Bowers. I'm a sex addict. I once gave blowjobs to a room full of black guys. They each paid $50. They called it an Obama fundraiser."

The video ended. 

"You are one twisted Republican, you know that?" 

She was thinking hard. I don't know if it was the public location, or the fact that she really had never cheated on her husband, but she was really wrestling with this question.

On the other hand, I knew that the longer she thought, the more videos of her bound and slutty played on my phone, the wetter she was getting. I could see her glancing down at the bulge in my jeans, and I just knew the decision had been made.

"Five seconds," I told her.

She lifted off the seat and did as instructed, presenting her big milfy ass on the seat of my truck.

I rolled up the window, trapping her head outside the truck.

"Hey," she said. "This isn't fair."

"Be quiet, or you'll make a scene." That shut her up.

I pulled her sweatpants down to expose her ass. The was wearing a thong that got stuck between her thighs. She was clamping them together, as if to prevent my finger from making its way into her hole.

I parted her thighs and stuck my index finger clean to the hilt. Goddamn this milfy whore was wet. I stuck in another, then reached my thumb under and began to massage her clit.

At first, she made a half-hearted attempt to knock my hand away, but she was really getting into it. Her hips began rocking side to side. A car kind of veered across the parking lot - I couldn't tell if they could tell what we were doing, but Lana sort of panicked and tried to rip my hands from her hole. I stayed firm, and when the car passed, I smacked her ass, which set off a shuddering orgasm.

When she was finished, I rolled down the window and she slowly slumped back to the seat.

"That wasn't part of the deal," she panted.

I presented my fingers to her face, and told her to lick them clean.

When I had my cock out, she looked at it with a glazed look on her face.

Then she bent over and started giving me head.

She had a level of suction that I hadn't encountered, and an ability to maintain a tight pressure well down the base of my shaft. 

She barely bobbed at first. But she was expert at using her lips to tease the nerve endings far down my cock. And her tongue! My god, she really did suck cock for four hours every day.

The back of her head was brown, if you were wondering. 

I placed my hand on the back of her head, but I didn't need to. She wimpered at that minor sign of my dominance and kept sucking.

It was honestly the best blow job I'd ever had. For a moment, I considered telling her I loved her. In a moment of clarity I remembered to double check the phone on my dashboard. I reached over and set to record. 

She started bobbing her head up and down eventually, and it wasn't long before I was ready to blow. 

You don't need to be a genius to know that she swallowed.

She lifted her head and looked at me. 

"Happy now?"

I tried to regain my composure.

"What do you say?"

She batted her eyes and looked down, speaking in a southern drawl.

"What eva do you mean?"

"You should thank me. Thank me for letting you suck my dick."

She leaned over the bench seat and whispered in my ear.

"Thank you," she said. "I loved every inch."



Rescue Sex Pt. 04



The next couple of weeks were fairly routine. I still had my job at the lumber yard and had a few shifts there. 

I should take this time to note that the program wasn't confined to one-off accidents. We had more than a few frequent fliers and I had appointments with them while waiting for Lana to decide whether she'd pay or fuck.

Personally, I hope she fucked. 

For those who don't know, I work for a service that rescues people who find themselves trapped in self-bondage. It's called the safeword program, and women have the option of paying or fucking. 

Last week, one of our clients allowed me to blackmail her in exchange for more time to pay the debt. Her husband keeps a tight eye on the finances, so she's having trouble coming up with the money. If she doesn't, she's agreed to do whatever I want for a whole weekend

Lana was on my mind, but this story isn't about Lana. It's about our frequent fliers, the women who have made a habit of calling us to set them free.

Among my favorites is the japanese woman who ties herself spread eagled and facedown on the floor. She was an artist, and she lived in a large loft with hardwood floors and exposed brick walls. The had decorated in black steel and glass, and there was always lots of candlelight.

She presented herself.

She's always blindfolded, and she always has something tied in her mouth. I got the feeling that she gags herself because she really doesn't like giving blowjobs. And given the angle of how she binds herself, getting my dick in her face would be too difficult, so I dont push it.

But her other holes are always presented, waiting for me.

I've never heard her speak. She leaves little notes that say little more than "fuck me."

I've come to speak only at the end. I like to leave little promises of what I'll do next time.

She's got a really tight vagina, and she's a moaner. She really lets you know she's into it. The first couple of fucks, I played with her ass, but she went buckwild in panic. But then I came in to find a very small plug inserted there. I played with it, and it drove her wild, left her drooling onto the hard wood floors. Given the size of of the plug, I realized she was going to build up to get ready for something cock-sized.

I whispered all sorts of things. She had a pretty dirty fantasy life, and a really large collection of erotica. After the second time I'd been to her place, I began looking it over to see what she liked. She had lots of artsy pictures of hogtied women, ass in the air,. Blindfolded women being teased and spanked. There was some gangbang stuff. 

One time I told her that the next time I came, I'd bring friends. Her orgasm that night was a wild, bucking affair. 

This week she was finally ready for anal, I showed up with massage oil and lube. I gave her a long, relaxing massage, lubing her tight little butt cheeks. I fucked her pussy first. I didn't think I'd last very long in her ass, and I didn't know if she'd call again, so I planned on taking my liberties. After I dumped my load, I didn't untie her. She began to strain a bit at the binding, but I didn't care. I told her I was going to fuck her ass, and I'd stop if she gave me a sign. She didn't.

I played with her pussy and ass until I was hard again - I thought about sticking my dirty cock in her face, but decided against it. 

It took a good amount of pushing and a lot of lube, but I eventually got my dick in there. 

She loved it. She screamed and whimpered into her gag as I pinned her ass under my dick. She had an intense orgasm as I bottomed out. 

I left her breathing hard on the floor, the gag in her mouth and the blindfold still attached. She was free, but waiting for me to leave. She has never seen me, and I think if she did, I'd never see her again.

But fucking the japanese woman didn't help me get Lana out of my mind. Another of my clients is a grad student, and I've trained her, taught her to be my total slut. With Lana on my mind, I decided to use her.

When I first met Melissa, I didn't think she was naturally beautiful. She's short, and a tad chunky with big boobs. She looks a little depressed, in my opinion, with thick wavy black hair that is often unkempt. She's also extremely grateful for physical attention, and I've used it to make demands on her. 

When I first encountered her, her arms were handcuffed behind her back and she could not get a key. She'd been riding a suction cup dildo attached to the floor. Her apartment was untidy. Books everywhere. The kitchen was clean because she only ate takeout. 

The first thing I noticed about her was the huge unkempt bush sprouting from her between her legs and down her thighs. And her armpits were hairy. 

After she agreed to fuck, I hauled her ass into the shower. She had one of those detachable shower heads.

After a little teasing with the detachable shower massager, I uncuffed her quickly and reattached them in front. I lifted her arms above her head and onto the shower fixture. She was on her toes, totally exposed, and facing the wall. I took my clothes off and got in the warm shower. I soaped her up then shaved her pussy and armpits while my hands slicked over her boobs.

She was moaning loudly, and I could tell that this was more attention that she was used to. I used soap to rub my cock on her back and between her ass cheeks. It was far more foreplay than I needed to do, but it was fun and she was getting into it. 

I uncuffed her and put her on her knees, I told her that if she didn't give me the best blowjob she'd ever given, I'd shave her head.

She tried pretty hard, but giving head wasn't her strong suit. I ended up fucking her face with my hands buried deep in her hair. When I blew a load down her throat, she tried to back up off of me, I presume to spit. I was having none of it. 

"Swallow." 

She did. 

Then I told her to get on her knees and masturbate. I got dressed while she did. 

"We can have sex if you want."

Her bondage scenario wasn't elaborate, and frankly, with that bush, I doubted she was getting much action. This was a person that was insecure, a loner who needed guidance. Looking at her in the tub, on her knees with her face on the edge, I saw potential. She could be hot, and I could turn her into a total slut.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Melissa."

"Listen Melissa, do you have any idea how much pussy I get?"

"A lot?

"A ton. If you want me to fuck you, you need practice."

"I can practice."

For the next weeks, I showed up late at her house. She was to be waiting for me on her knees. The deal is, I won't fuck her until she can make me come in her mouth without using her hands. It wasn't as easy as it sounds. 

I almost always had the stink of pussy on me,.. I liked to tell her that I had fucked someone else that day, someone worthy of my dick.

She was a fast learner, and she came to enjoy slowly taking me into her mouth, leaning forward ever so slightly with her hands bound behind her back. But Melissa was fighting an uphill battle, because I'd often cum earlier that day, or I'd jerk off in the car before coming into hers. 

I wanted to make the blowjobs last, and I wanted to keep her on edge. 

Sometimes I'd walk right into her living room, grab a beer from the fridge and make her crawl to me. Then she'd suck me off while I watched TV. 

It was cruel, but the rejection and competition really charged her up. And she liked having rules. She had to be on her knees when I walked in the door. She wasn't allowed to have any hair below her eyebrows. 

I'd have to say, for a woman working on a pd.d in women's studies, she was pretty fucked up.

Anyway, while I was waiting for Lana to make a decision, I'd been using Melissa's mouth a lot. The day before the deadline with Lana I told Melissa I'd be coming over. What I found convinced me I'd trained her well.

She lived in a dingy little place with mirrored walls. When I walked in, Melissa was on her knees, sucking on a dildo, mounted via suction cup to one of the mirrors. The dildo hand a small chain around it, which attached to a collar around her neck. Her hands were supporting her in a doggy style position. Upon closer inspection I realized that the chain to her collar was too short. She couldn't take her mouth off of the dildo without detaching the rubber phallus from the mirror. 

She was wearing underwear. A sheer pair of tan briefs through which I could see her ass crack and pussy. Her b-cup tits hung free, pointing her nipples to the ground. She had a blindfold on, but she had no doubt heard me come in.

Without a doubt she was begging to be fucked. But she had internalized my rules. There was a dick in her mouth and she had blocked access to her pussy with her panties. It was as if she was begging for it, but didn't know she was worthy to beg.

The room was quiet and I didn't say a word. I unzipped my pants. I know she heard because she let out a high pitched moan, a wordless "please."

I took her panties off slowly, lowering them to her knees, then lifting each leg to remove them. Then I spread her legs wide. I started massaging her asshole, relaxing her.. She started rocking back and forth, the dildo sliding in between her lips as she pressed back against my hands.

I whispered in her ear.

"If that dildo falls off the wall, I'm going to fuck your ass without mercy."

The message was clear. She was going to get fucked, but she had to do it with a rubber cock in her mouth. 

I lined up behind her and used the head of my penis at the entrance to her hole, entering her pussy little by little. She lifted a hand to stroke her clit, but I slapped it away.

"If I'm not enough for you, then you don't deserve it."

She'd waited weeks for this, and she was straining to wrap her pussy around my cock, her lips straining around the dildo. I was going to go slow, and she'd have to wait a little longer.

I fucked her with only the first couple of inches of my cock, and the tease was destroying her, forcing her to whimper and shake, to beg without words.

I teased her for a few minutes, until she was nearly screaming into the dildo.

Then I plunged my whole cock into her. She came, hard from the shock and the desperation. I bucked into her pussy with all my power, forcing the dildo into her mouth and causing her to gag. 

She was whimpering like an animal, gagging on the phallus in her mouth. 

I pulled on her hips, teasing her that I would rip her mouth from the dildo and stroking her ass as a reminder that I'd invade her hole for failing me. She strained her neck to keep her mouth in place. Then I slammed hard into her, forcing the dildo deep into her mouth. She was pushing back to give throat room to breathe, which forced me deeper and deeper into her. 

She was spread wide open, her pussy soaked and litterally dripping. I eased up and began fucking her at a steady pace. She relaxed and used the time to breathe, but she was panting hard and racked by a shaking wave of orgasm as a new round of oxygen reached her brain. 

I pulled out and came on her back. I took off the blindfold and then the chain. She looked exhausted, and in awe, her eyes staring at me in the mirror.

"Get me a beer," I said. "Then clean your stink off my balls."



Rescue Sex Pt. 05



Marjorie was on the phone and I was telling her all about Lana. I couldn't get her out of my mind and I could tell that this slutty school board member was turning Marjorie on. I told Marjorie how I'd found her bound in a Rube Goldberg contraption that forced her to suck on a dildo for hours at a time. Then I told her how this sexy little milf had given me the best head ever in a parking lot, and how she'd agreed to be blackmailed in exchange for more time to pay a debt. Marjorie was asking for a lot of detail, and I knew she was masturbating, which is kind of funny. She and her husband were swingers, and Marjorie had more sex than anyone I knew, but here she was, taking the time to turn a simple business conversation into an opportunity for phone sex. 

Just then, my call waiting signaled, and it was Lana. 

I clicked over.

"I want to meet." 

"Fine. Pick a place," I told her.. 

"Your apartment?"

I was intrigued. Last time she'd picked a public place, hoping, I think, that would offer her some protection. That just lead to a screaming orgasm from my truck window as I fingered her sopping wet box. 

She wasn't going to pay me. If she was, she'd do it in a public place where there was no chance I'd get her naked. She was going to be asking for more time, and I was going to be taking advantage of it.

I rang back to Marjorie and filled her in.

"I'll be right over," Marjorie said. "This sounds hot."

The thing with blackmailing Lana was that she wanted it. She only owed us $1,500, and she wore boots worth that much. She said her husband was too controlling, but could have pawned nearly anything in her jewelry box to come up with the money. 

Marjorie beat Lana to my house by about 15 minutes. The thought of fucking Lana had me so charged up that as soon as Marjorie walked in the door, I swept her off of her feet and carried her to the bed upstairs over my shoulder.

"Whoa there tiger, save some for her." She was laughing. I threw her down and lifted her legs. She was wearing a skirt, but she didn't have any underwear on. I dipped my tongue right into her sopping pussy, licking her box and teasing her clit with my tongue. I looked up as she stroked and pinched her nipples. Given the speed at which I'd carried her up the stairs, she knew I wouldn't be licking her clit for long. She knew that i was just giving her head so that she didn't feel cheated when I fucked her as hard and quick as I could. 

I was using her for my pleasure, but she wanted to come just the same. Just as she was on the edge of orgasm, I plunged into her pussy and began fucking her as hard as I could. She was cumming and I was fucking her as if I couldn't wait to come. It wasn't long before I shot my load into her. I collapsed, panting into her ear my softening member still inside, grinding my extra sensitive rod as the doorbell rang.

I let Lana wait for a few minutes, until Marjorie got up.

"I'll get it." 

She stripped off her clothes before answering the door.

Lana stuttered when she saw her. I'm guessing there was a moment where she thought she had the wrong house. But on the other hand, of course the guy who worked for the self-bondage rescue service would have a naked redhead open the door.

"Get in here."

Lana hung her head and walked in. . 

I hung at the top of the stairs, because I wanted to see how Marjorie played it.

"Strip," Marjorie said. 

Lana took the prim housewife approach. But Marjorie was having none of it.

"I don't think I'm here for what you think I'm here for."

"I know why you're here," Marjorie said. "Now take your clothes off."

"Where's Dan?" Lana asked.

"Listen," Marjorie said. "I know why you're here. You owe us money, and you need more time. You are here to negotiate. And what I'm telling you is that if you are going to negotiate, you won't be doing it from a position of power."

Lana looked down, then slowly began unbuttoning her white blouse. Then she slid out of her pencil skirt that hugged her voluptuous ass. For a woman that had never worked, she sure dressed well.

Marjorie let out a low whistle.

"Well, I was wrong. She's not here to negotiate," Marjorie said.

I came down the stairs in a pair of boxer with a raging hard-on to find out why Lana had wanted to come to my house. 

"I can't get it off," Lana said. 

She was wearing a tight, form fitting leather belt with wind bands that hugged her curves. From the front was a tight crotch rope with knots set right at her clit. There was a cheap, and tiny lock clasping the front. It looked to me that as she walked the knots rubbed against her. 

"I've had meetings all day, and I really need to get this thing off."

"You really need to get off, you mean?" Marjorie teased.

I laughed.

"What do you propose," I asked.

"Can I give you another blow job?" Her face tightened as if she was holding something back, and she began breathing heavier. 

"Well, you do give great head, but I'm thinking of something else," I told her.

"And what do I get out of this," Marjorie asked.

"Pay or fuck," I asked.

"I don't have any money," she said. 

I saw her face tighten again. Was she...?

"Well, I certainly can't blackmail you again. Your little masturbation habit is getting out of control."

Just then, Lana spasmed. Her knees buckled and an "O" spread across her face. Right in front of us, a stranger and a guy she'd met just twice before.

"She's got something inside her," Marjorie smirked. 

"And there's the matter of the money you already owe us..."

Lana was breathing heavily and panting.

"Okay. I'll fuck you. Fuck me. Please. But I'm not on any birth control, so..."

Marjorie raised an eyebrow. Then she went to her purse and grabbed a pair of handcuffs.

"We can't have you reneging on our agreement once we cut that lock," Marjorie said. "So, hands behind your back."

They say the boy scouts are always prepared, but Marjorie was no boy. Cock scout. She was a cock scout, I thought to myself. 

I went to the basement and grabbed a small bolt cutter. When I came up, Marjorie was pinching Lana's nipples, and whispering something in her ear.

"NO," Lana said. "Don't let him do that."

"I was just telling Lana how you were going to fuck her over and over, and that she'd soon be pregnant with a baby and a secret."

Marjorie pushed Lana to her knees, the bent her over so her face rested on the couch. She smacked her ass, hard and Lana began cumming.

"I have another deal for you," Marjorie told her. "When we set people free, they have to get one person off. There are two of us here. So the deal is this: you'll eat me out. If you can make me cum first, I'll finish him off. That way, no baby for you."

Evil cock scout.

I cut the bolt on the leather belt and watched her breathe a sigh of relief as the rope swung free. Then a vibrating egg plopped to the floor along with it. 

There was a moment of silence as we let Lana catch her breath and recover from the humiliation of getting caught in a strange device yet again.

It didn't last long. Marjorie smacked Lana's ass.

"Follow me up the steps," she told her

In my bedroom, she pulled Lana onto the bed and pushed her head into her slimy crotch.

"You'll need to clean Dan's cum from my pussy too," she said. 

I had a mirror on the other side of the bed, and I saw Lana look up at me with a look of pure lust on her face. 

She was on her knees with her big milf ass right in front of me. I wanted to cum deep inside her, so I didn't want Marjorie to have a head start. I walked behind her and smacked her ass. Then plunged my hard-on right into her.

"Oh. You wet fucking slut." 

Lana was in ecstacy and she was licking Marjorie's pussy and moaning as I pushed deeper and deeper into her. 

Marjorie twisted her sensitive nipples, and I knew she was trying to cum.

I smacked Lana's ass again. She loved being spanked. I wanted Lana to cum because it would take her attention off of Marjorie's pussy.

"You better not cum," Marjorie said. "If you get distracted, Dan is going to blow his huge load into you."

I smiled at Marjorie as she took one hand off of her nipple and used it to grind Lana's face into her crotch. We were both using Lana's body.

I ground my dick deep into Lana's womb as I felt her big butt cheeks on my abdomen. 

She strained to keep her ass still, hoping my thrusts wouldn't push her face off of Marjorie's clit. I pounded harder and harder. She screamed into Marjorie's muff.

Marjorie began bucking her crotch into her face and I knew I was fighing a losing battle.

I smacked Lana's ass again.

"Come for me," I told her. "Come for me."

With a deep whimper, Lana began fighting a losing battle against her own body. She was coming and trying to hold it back, making her whole body shake as I pounded into her her.

Marjorie lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Lana's head. Then she used both her hands to twist her nipples. It was enough to send her over the edge. She arched her back and began cumming.

I had lost, but I still had another trick up my sleeve. Lana owed us money, and if she didn't pay, she had to fuck.

I felt my balls tighten, so I pulled out.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

Marjorie sprang forward, but I backed up.

"I'm going to give Lana a choice," I told Marjorie. "She still owes us money, and it's due tomorrow. Now, I really want to cum in her pussy, and I'm willing to give an extention for it."

"I can't." Lana said.

"Ok." 

I grabbed Marjorie's face and began aggressively pumping my cock in and out. If she was going to block access to Lana's pussy, she'd pay for it.

But I didn't last long. My seed spilled into Marjorie's talented mouth. I pumped slowly until the last drop drained into her mouth.

She crawled over to Lana and began french kissing her.

"Good job, little lady," Marjorie said. 

I must have dozed off for a few minutes, because when I woke up, Lana was downstairs getting dressed.

"Thanks for that," she said. 

"Where are you going?" I said.

"Home... why"

"Well, there's still a little matter of getting that extention."

"Well..."

"The deadline is tomorrow."

"What do you have in mind?" She asked.

"Your choice. A blowjob gets you one week."

"A week? But last time got me two." 

"Well, you have other holes," I said. 

"I can't get pregnant." 

I walked to the couch and sat on it. 

"Like I said, any hole you want."

She came over and started removing her blouse again.

"There's no need." 

She got on her knees and took my dirty dick into her mouth. She licked my balls and ran her tongue up the shaft. I was hard again in no time.

Marjorie came down the steps and watched Lana give head.

"That really is impressive technique," she said. She came to the couch and got on her knees, facing me and offering her boobs. I started sucking them, fingering Marjorie's pussy with one hand as I wrapped my hand in Lana's hair. 

Marjorie started whimpering in my ear,and running her hands through my hair. She sh d me that she loved the attention. Her soft moans were the perfect complement to the expert blowjob I was getting from Lana.

She maintained a steady pace, her lips travelling from the head to the base. My own moans let her know that I loved the feeling of my whole cock in her mouth, and she concentrated her attention there. 

I came. I came hard as I pressed her head deep into my abdomen, my spasming cock erupting against her throat. She gagged a bit but swallowed ever drop.