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Sisters Gotta Share Ch. 01

By: VenDrego



My sisters, Cindy and Sandy, and I had always had an odd relationship, and my relationship with each was unique in its own way. 

Cindy was the youngest of the three sisters, and she was by far the most flirtatious. Young, bright-eyed, petite, and full of energy, she would always play fight with me. I knew it was because she did not have a brother growing up, but there were times, after I would get done pinning her to the couch or floor, that I would have to sit awkwardly for a while or go to the bathroom to let the erection I would grow go down.

Sandy was the most timid of the three. As a middle child, she was the eternal introvert, quiet and shy. Whilst Cindy was the more outgoing and sexy of the two, Sandy was more beautiful, when she tried. 

Every week, my wife Sara and I would have her sisters over for dinner. They were attending the university, and my wife and I had found jobs in the city after graduating. It was a bit of a pain having them over so often, but we got along fairly well, and so I did not complain too much.

Besides, on good nights, I would find ways to entertain myself. Cindy worked as a waitress at one of the local restaurants, and as such, she often had a sore back from carrying around heavy trays all day. I could definitely see why; at 5'3 and only a shade over one hundred pounds, those platters she carried were almost as heavy as she was!

My wife had made the comment one time that I gave the best massages. Cindy asked for one, and it became almost a weekly ritual. Cindy would sit on the floor in front of my recliner, and I would rub down her shoulders and back. As I did, I would slowly work the back of her shirt up. Though she was petite, Cindy had a perfectly round bubble butt, and when she sat in that position, the top quarter of her crack was visible from my vantage point. 

As I rubbed her shoulders, my dick would get rock-hard, thinking about what it would be like to rub my hands all over her ass, lick the crack, maybe even rub my cock on it.

It seemed like a pipe dream; something to jack off to later on, or to visualize later that night when I was getting a blow job from Sara. Though I had my suspicions about why Cindy ALWAYS wanted a massage, nothing could ever come of it.

One night, however, something happened that changed everything.

We had finished dinner, and a scary movie came on the tube. We turned the lights out and decided to watch it. Sandy left, as she had no interest in scary movies (Sandy is a bit of a wimp). I was lying at one end of the couch, and Cindy was lying at the other. Sara had settled into my recliner, engrossed in the slasher flick.

It was mid-October, and an early chill had blown into town that night. I had a blanket that I threw over my legs to keep warm. Cindy stuck her legs under it, and we began tugging the blanket back and forth. She had worn shorts that night, and the feel of her bare legs running against mine was enough to perk my cock up right nice. 

Finally, we found a happy medium, and watched the movie. My right foot settled on her right thigh, and though it made my dick even more hard at first, I thought nothing of it. After about twenty minutes, however, I noticed that Cindy was not really focused on the movie. Any time the killer in the movie would jump out, Cindy seemed unaffected. When I would glance over at her, I would catch her looking at me, but she would quickly turn to look at the movie.

Deciding to press my luck, I adjusted myself on the couch a bit, and when I resettled, my foot inched up her inner thigh just a bit. My toes were now pretty well inside her shorts, but Cindy said and did nothing. And when I say she did nothing, I mean it seemed like she stopped breathing.

I began slowly moving my foot along her smooth inner thigh. I had to be careful. If I was wrong and Cindy was not hankering for me to proceed, it needed to seem like my actions were innocuous. I also had to make sure Sara would not be able to tell what was going on under the blanket.

On one caress, however, my toe made it up to her panties, and I knew immediately that I did not need to worry about Cindy calling me out. They were drenched with her hot juices.

Gaining confidence, I proceeded to push my foot further, and I felt just how wet she really was. After fumbling about for a few minutes, my foot succeeded in pushing her panties to the side. I gently pressed my toes against her crotch, and found her hard clitoris. I rubbed my big toe against it slowly and softly, and I could sense Cindy's breath becoming even shallower.

I spared a glance at her face, and saw that her eyes had glazed over. She looked at me with glazed-over eyes and lips pressed together. As I pressed even deeper and sunk my toes into her pussy, her eyes rolled up and she let out a deep breath.

I looked over at Sara. She was completely engaged in the movie; oblivious to the pleasure I was giving to her baby sister. The thrill of doing this with her in the room made it even more exciting.

I kept pressing my big toe against Cindy's clit, caressing it with ever-increasing intensity. I would only stop to sink my toes back into her wet, hot hole.

Her breathing was intensifying, and her eyes were staying shut longer. Her hands were tightly gripping onto the blanket. 

At last, she came. I could feel the fresh rush of warm juices drip over my foot, and Cindy inhaled sharply. I worried only momentarily that it might tip off Sara, but a particularly scary moment in the movie happened at the same time, and Sara jumped, as well.

I withdrew my foot from Cindy's crotch and looked at her. She seemed embarrassed and a little flustered. I gave her a smile and a wink, as if to let her know that it was okay; it would be our little secret.

She looked down at my seat. In my concentration in bringing Cindy to orgasm, I neglected to notice that I had pitched quite a tent with the blanket. I made a mock panicked expression, and Cindy stifled a giggle before licking her lips and staring again at my concealed erection.

Cindy sunk herself lower into the blanket, so that she was no longer in semi-sitting position, but fully laid out, as if she were going to sleep. That was when I felt her foot against my thigh. She was more aggressive than I had been; it seemed that her orgasm had done away with a lot of her inhibitions.

Her soft foot found its way into my boxers, and I felt her toes rub against the shaft of my cock. I had dreamed about what it would be like to have her flesh touch my dick, and even though I had originally thought of it being her mouth or a hand or her pussy, her foot was just fine.

She slid her foot up and down the length of my shaft, looking at me with her wide, hazel eyes the entire time. Her soft skin pressed up against my cock felt so nice. I wanted to find a way to take her to the bedroom and see what other parts of her body I could rub it against.

Alas, the movie ended, and Sara got up from the recliner. Cindy withdrew her foot as her older sister turned the lights back on.

"Well, sis," Sara said, yawning. "I better get you home. I got an early day tomorrow."

I thought about offering to take Cindy home -- perhaps I would be "unavoidably delayed" getting back...traffic or pulled over by the cops or something. Given how far I had pushed it, however, I decided not to arouse any suspicion on Sara's part. 

As Cindy put her shoes on, Sara came over to me and gave me a kiss. 

"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said, and she headed for the door. 

I customarily got up to give my sisters a hug when they left, but my dick was so hard, that it seemed impossible. Instead, Cindy bent down to give me a hug. As she did, she gently, deftly licked my neck.

"Bye, Aaron," she said, smiling knowingly.

"See ya," I replied, winking again.

When Sara got home that night, she got one of the best fucks of her life. As we drifted off to sleep in post-coital bliss, I could think of nothing but next week, when Cindy and Sandy would visit again. 

Sisters Gotta Share Ch. 03



Thursday finally came and I got a call that filled me with exhilarating anticipation.

"I need you to pick up Cindy tonight," Sara said. "I will be working late, and I won't have time to pick her up if we want to have dinner at a decent hour."

I thought it was important not to seem too eager. "I don't know, honey. I am pretty busy myself today."

Sara was not in a negotiating mood. "I need you to do this for me. Please."

I agreed with a grouchy mumble and hung up the phone. "Fine, be a bitch about it," I thought. "I am going to be fucking your sister in just a little while!"

5:00 could not arrive quickly enough!

I was lucky not to get a traffic ticket on my way over to Cindy's apartment. The minute she opened the door, I was going to ravage her. Fuck this waiting around bullshit. I had been waiting around for more than a week.

I knocked on her door, and it took her less than five seconds to open. I barged in and stooped down to kiss her passionately on the lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue pressed up against mine with ecstatic determination. Her hands went to my shoulders, and mine went around her, my left going down to cup her perfect ass.

She pulled away, and I was about to pursue her, but she put one hand on the center of my chest and pushed. Confused and frustrated, I felt like knocking her hand away and taking what was rightfully mine.

She shook her head and looked me in the eyes.

"Alicia's here," she said softly.

I grimaced. Alicia was Cindy's bitchy roommate. She was a knockout to look at, but she had the attitude of a spoiled, blonde brat who thought she was to good for everyone else, which was ironic, because that was exactly what she was.

I backed away from Cindy, nodding my understanding. Alicia had a nose for gossip, and she had always despised me because I did not bend down and worship her the way all her frat-brat boy-toys did. Nothing would give her more pleasure than ratting me out to Sara and ruining my marriage.

Almost as if on cue, Alicia walked into the living room from the hallway. She was wearing a long sweatshirt, and as far as I could tell, that was it. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was up in a lazy ponytail, and yet even as she was slumming it for the evening, she still had her airs on. She sat down on the couch and used the remote to turn on the television. Though I stood just six feet away from her, she did not acknowledge my presence.

"Hi, Alicia," I said with as much as civility as I could muster.

"Hey," she droned unenthusiastically, not even bothering to look up from whatever was currently on the tube. 

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"I'll be back later tonight," Cindy said, elbowing me towards the door. She knew how little I thought of Alicia. It had often been what our little play fights had started about.

She led me out the door and we walked out to the car. She was certain to stay at a good distance from me; it was not beyond Alicia to spy on us through the window. I thought it was overkill (there was no reason for Alicia to even suspect anything), but I figured there was no harm.

I started the car and noticed what Cindy was wearing. What little she had to offer in the way of cleavage was shown off by a low cut blouse. Her legs were again exposed to the late October chill in a short, denim skirt.

As we drove away from her apartment complex, I put my hand on her leg. She shivered with anticipation at my touch, and I caressed her leg lightly.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"Dying to see you," she answered. She looked at me hungrily.

"I see you are dressed appropriately," I observed. My hand went up her thigh to the hem of the skirt.

She exhaled deeply. "If you go up even higher, you will see just how appropriately," she said breathily. 

My hand crept up under her skirt. When I got to her crotch, there were two things I noticed missing: panties and pubic hair.

"Shaved? Very nice," I said, and I could not hide my smile.

"I know a lot about your tastes," Cindy said with a coy smile. I did not need to bother where she had learned them. None of that mattered.

"Why don't you ease the seat back and relax?" I asked her, my forefinger finding her clit and gently caressing it. She was already wetter than she had been when I made her come with my toes.

She reached down and reclined in the seat, opening her legs as far as her skirt would allow. My first two fingers delved into her pussy, and she wriggled against my hand, moaning pleasurably. 

I drove aimlessly while I played with her pussy. Her breaths became faster and deeper. Her moans turned into loud affirmations. She was getting close.

"When did you first start thinking about me like this?" I asked, pulsing my fingers into her a little quicker now. My thumb pressed firmly against her button with every thrust.

"When you and Sara first started dating five years ago," she said, breathing heavily.

"You were only fourteen then!" I exclaimed. I was shocked, but not repulsed. In fact, it turned me on even more.

"Didn't matter...oh, God...I still wanted you," she replied. 

"Oh, yeah? Did little Miss Naughty want to fuck the older boy?" I asked, my fingers becoming more determined.

"Oh, yes! Fuck, yes!" she screamed. Her body was tensing up, and I could tell she was on the cusp of orgasm.

"You dirty little whore!" I hissed. "This is what you always wanted, isn't it?"

"YES!" she replied, bucking in her seat. I felt the soothing flood of her juices coat my fingers.

I withdrew my fingers and stuck them in my mouth, savoring her taste. I licked them clean as she pulled the seat back upright.

"Your turn," she said. "Can you find a shady spot?"

"I know just the place," I replied.

I drove to an old, out of the way parking lot that I had used when I went to the university. It had always been abandoned and conveniently near campus. I had taken a lot of dates out to this spot, including Sara.

As I drove, Cindy pulled out my dick and started playing with it. Her touch on my shaft sent warm chills up my spine, and I had to redouble my efforts to concentrate on driving.

When at last we got to the parking lot, I discovered that things had changed. Apparently, my secret little parking lot was no longer much of a secret. There were no less than ten people hanging out around three cars.

"Shit," I muttered.

Cindy looked at me and smiled. 

"Keep driving," she said. "I will take care of everything."

She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over into my lap. I felt her lips start at the head of my cock, and then expand to take me in. She started slowly, just taking the head in and rolling her tongue around. Her right hand came up and began to massage my testicles, and she moaned softly.

"Oh, my God," I uttered, my eyes rolling up in their sockets. It was even better than I thought it would be.

She began to take me deeper, pushing her head further and further into my lap. My right hand went from the wheel to the back of her head, where I gently massaged her scalp and began pushing her head down.

I was in paradise, and then my cell phone rang. Looking at the display, I saw that it was Sara. I knew I had to take it. 

I answered the phone and Sara wanted to know where we were. I told her we were on our way. She wanted to know what was taking so long. I told her I got tied up at work and got a late start.

The entire time, Cindy was sucking harder, and her head was bobbing up and down faster. It was difficult to focus on driving and my wife's nagging while getting one of the most anticipated blowjobs of my life. It took every ounce of patience I had not to simply hang up on Sara. 

"Let me talk with Cindy," Sara said matter-of-factly.

The blood ran out of my face.

"You want to talk with Cindy?" I asked, tapping my new lover on the shoulder. Cindy popped up out of my seat with an expression of horror.

I handed the phone over and zipped up my fly. Feeling an empty pit in my stomach, I started driving back to our house. I tried to listen to Cindy's end of the conversation, but I was busy trying to think of what I would say if I had indeed been found out.

Cindy hung up the phone and handed it back to me. "It's okay. She just wants us to drop by the grocery store on way."

She ran her hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I muttered. "Just wish we could find some time to do this."

We dropped by the store and picked up some of the groceries Sara had wanted, then hightailed it back to the house. By the time we got there, my erection had subsided, leaving the dull ache of testicular vasocongestion.

After all the waiting I had done over the previous week, I could not believe that I would have to wait until the end of the night to get a release. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing that the release might be all over Cindy's pretty face.

Dinner and the conversation afterward were annoyingly lengthy. The big news was that Sandy had finally gotten herself a boyfriend. At 21 years old, it was her first real boyfriend. It was not that she was unattractive. Quite the opposite- she was the most strikingly beautiful of all the sisters, but her demure demeanor and overwhelming immaturity and shyness kept her at arm's length. Sara had told me before that Sandy had never even kissed a guy before.

With my aching balls, I was in a foul mood. More than anything, I wanted the evening to end so that I could drive Cindy home and finally have my way with her. It started to occur to me that she had had two orgasms in this affair compared to zero for me. Was this how women felt when the roles were reversed?

Finally, the evening came to a close, and my loins, tired of the never-ending false alarms, became alert and aware. It would not be long now before I had Cindy for my own. 

"What are you doing?" Sandy asked when she saw me putting my jacket on.

"Cindy needs a ride home," I answered, "and Sara has to get up early for work tomorrow."

"I can take her," Sandy said pleasantly. "We do live right down the street from each other."

I looked plaintively at Cindy, who looked just as disappointed as I felt. She shrugged and nodded. There was no arguing. Doing so would mean looking way too eager to have time alone with Cindy.

We said our good-byes and sent the girls off. I then nuzzled up to Sara to see if she would be interested in a quick romp before bed.

"Not tonight, honey," Sara said, wincing. "I think that dinner isn't agreeing with me."

Instead of Cindy's face or my wife's pussy, my release was in my hand that night. This affair was going to have to start getting better fast! 



Sisters Gotta Share Ch. 12



Every time I walked into Desiree's office for the past few months, especially when she had given me a sadistically wry smile and scheduled a meeting at 6:00 PM, after almost everyone would be assuredly gone for the evening, I had walked down the halls of the office with my shoulders hunched and a sense of dread lodged in the back of my throat. It meant I was to fall prey once more to her demands for unreciprocated sexual favors and verbal abuse upon threat of losing the means of providing for Sara.

I would sit at my desk, getting little work done, staring at the clock, hoping to force it through sheer will power to stop its relentless march into that dark hour of sexual frustration and belittlement. I would sweat, I would cringe, I would feel my blood pressure rising, I would squirm uncomfortably, I would gnash my teeth, I would rub my eyes with the palms of my hands until the insides of my eyelids exploded with color, I would fret, and I would curse my loathsome situation.

It had, of course, occurred to me on more than one occasion to just give up and quit. I had plenty of experience, and had built up enough contacts over the years to reasonably expect a timely response to feelers sent out through my network.

The problem was that the company for which I worked was the only one in the industry that was located in reasonable vicinity. Any new job would necessitate moving my wife away from a job that she absolutely loved and at which she was very proficient. It would mean moving her away from her family, which would also mean moving away from the great sex I was having with her two sisters.

Besides, except for my immediate supervisor, I really liked my job. It was honest, interesting, and dynamic. The company was active in the community and sponsored several different local charities. The pay was relatively good, the benefits were excellent, the commute was short, and I got along great with all my coworkers, especially a certain Asian tart from IT.

Besides, compared to the number of upper-level contacts Desiree had at her disposal, I was a veritable miser. And it would not be beneath that vindictive witch to sabotage each and every opportunity I could muster if I tried to leave. She would view it as a betrayal; an attempt by me to deny her what she truly believed belonged to her.

Over the months, I had resigned myself to an inevitable fate of being a sex slave to a megalomaniacal mistress with a cruel taste for leaving her man-servants unsatisfied and insulted. So it would have been no surprise to you if I told you that on this particular evening, on my way to my boss's office for what was ostensibly another round of sadistic, one-way sex that would leave me blue-balled and humiliated, I walked with the familiar morose shuffle and defeated posture as had become my signature lately.

Not.

This.

Time.

I strode confidently through the hallway, whistling a classic rock tune and admiring the brilliant sunset visible through the windows as I walked past my coworkers' vacated offices. I swept into Desiree's office and gave her a bright smile.

"How's it going, boss?" I asked cheerfully, closing the door behind me and sitting down in a chair across from her desk. I set down a file folder in the chair next to me.

"Shitty," she said, humorless. "That is why I called you in here. You need to cheer me up or lose your job."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said happily, not really meaning it.

"Well, you can shove sorry up your ass and wipe that stupid grin off your face," Desiree hissed, her eyes narrowing into spiteful slits. Her hands had disappeared under the desk. There was the sound of metal clinking, and I had no doubt what was to happen next. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs and tossed them to my side of the desk. "Get naked and assume the position."

The "position" to which she referred involved me handcuffing myself to the chair so that I was bent over in such a way that she would be able to rub her hairy snatch in my face and then when she was ready, position herself underneath me so that I could fuck her. Of course, the idea was that if I attained orgasm during any of this, I would lose my job.

I glanced at the handcuffs, laying there, shining beneath the cold, fluorescent lights of Desiree's office. My grin grew and a slight laugh escaped that came off as more of a quick, nasal exhale. My eyes rose up and met hers. They had turned into daggers that up until the previous day would have caused my balls to shrivel up into my body.

Now, all I felt was the cool, grim satisfaction that I had last felt during my first encounter with Alicia.

"What's so funny?" Desiree snapped. "Do it, puta."

I looked at her for a moment with that same silky-sweet smile specifically designed to agitate her before simply saying, "No."

"No?" she asked, and cackled incredulously. "You think I'm fucking around when I say I will fire your guero ass in less than a second?"

"I don't think you're fucking around," I said cheerfully. "But I'll be working at this company for a long time to come."

Her brow furrowed. I was confusing her, and I loved it.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked. "Are you high?"

"Hardly," I replied. "I am just enjoying the sense of a job well done."

"Job well done?" Desiree asked. "You work for me! I am your boss! I fucking tell you when you do a good job! And you haven't done a good job until you get me off, you little prick!"

"On the contrary," I replied calmly. I picked up the file folder from the adjacent chair and put it lightly on her desk. "I finished my project for Jack."

I gave her a moment. Reality was dawning in her mind, and the look on her face as her mind raced was priceless.

"You know," I elaborated. "The one where I was trying to figure out why our budget was so seriously out of whack..."

If she had been humorless before, she was absolutely frigid now. "Yeah, I remember. So what did you find?"

I leaned forward and pushed the file folder closer to her. 

"That is a COPY...of the findings," I said. She glared at me for a minute, trying to read me. I stared back at her smugly, and quite pleased with myself.

Desiree picked up the file folder and opened it, carefully but quickly perusing its contents. I sat silently and let her thumb through the documents. I had to stifle a giggle when I heard her indignant gasp. I knew exactly what she had found.

"How the fuck did you get into my bank records?" she demanded.

"A hacker I know owed me a favor," I said. I will admit: this was a bit of stretching the truth. Evelyn had agreed to break numerous laws only if I agreed to eat her pussy the entire time she tried hacking into the account. Two hours, five orgasms, and one very sore jaw later, we hit the jackpot. To celebrate the success, Evelyn had returned the oral favor.

"That's an illegal invasion of privacy, you motherfucker!" Desiree shrieked. "You're going to jail!"

"Not nearly as long as you," I replied coldly. "I daresay with the amount you've embezzled over the past ten years, you could very well die in prison."

"YOU BASTARD!!!" Desiree screamed. She violently wadded up the documentation and threw it across the room. Tears began flowing from her eyes, and she stood up and darted across the room to where the wadded up documents were. She picked them up quickly and started straightening them out as she headed to her shredder.

"I told you those are just copies," I said without even attempting to hid my amusement. "You may think I am stupid, but that would just be yet another mistake to add to the very long list."

At that she broke down. She fell into a heap on the floor and wailed into the carpet. Her body shook uncontrollably, and she sobbed incoherent words about "sorry" and "fucked up" and "ruined."

I let her cry for a while, and at the risk of sounding like a real jerk, I will freely admit that I enjoyed the sound of her cries. I sat there and soaked it up, reveling in my vindication. I wanted to taste her tears and kick her around while she was helpless and defeated. It would only be just.

But I had other plans.

As she came down off of a wail of self-pity, I spoke to her.

"Do you want to hear my offer?" I asked softly.

This seemed to shock her out of her grief momentarily and she looked up at me with blood shot eyes.

"What offer?" she growled.

"I have another report prepared that indicates that the budget issues amounted to repeated, and large, misappropriations and overspending on projects. It will still cost you your job, but you will not spend the rest of your life getting raped by prison guards," I said.

"I could turn the real report in and see you languish in prison. Believe me, after all the shit you put me through the last few months, I would derive a great deal of satisfaction from that outcome," I continued.

"I...I just..." Desiree stammered. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head and laughed. "What was it you said to me earlier? 'You can shove your sorry up your ass?'"

"Then what?" she asked bitterly.

"There are two conditions under which I would consider giving Jack the second, more forgiving report," I said.

"And what are those?" Desiree asked, wiping tears away from her eyes. She saw a glimpse of hope and was desperate to avoid the righteous punishment for her crimes.

"First, you leave and never come back," I said. "You pack up your shit, type up a letter of resignation, leave the state, and after tonight, nobody from this company ever hears from you again."

"You can't just expect me to up and leave my job!" she protested.

"I can expect anything I want," I countered. "I hold all the cards. If you do not want to deal, then I tell the truth and you lose your job anyway AND go to federal prison."

She considered this for a moment, biting her nails nervously like an indecisive child. It was great to see her twisting in the wind.

"Okay," she agreed at last. "I'll do it."

"I mean it," I said sternly. "If I so much as hear that you text messaged the copywriters, I will see you rotting behind bars like the piece of shit thief you are."

She shuddered as she nodded, looking down in shame. 

"What is the second condition?" she asked quietly.

I stood up and faced her. In one motion, I swiped up the handcuffs from where they lay and tossed them to the floor next to her.

"Assume the position," I said with a smirk. 

Her initial reaction was to assume she had not heard me correctly. "What?"

"Assume...the...position," I repeated.

Her feigned deafness was followed by incredulity. "You're joking, right?"

"Not at all, now do it."

After disbelief came confusion. "You expect me to fuck you after you've ruined my life?"

"Not really," I answered. "You can just stand there bent over. I'll do all the fucking."

Her perplexity gave way to anger. Her eyes once again ignited in that defiant, proud flame that I knew so well. "Fuck you! I agreed to leave, but I will be damned if I am going to give you the benefit of touching me ever again."

"That's your choice," I said cavalierly. "Good luck in the pen, Desiree. I'm sure a hot tamale like you will be very popular with the guards. But with any luck, your fellow inmates will be so impressed by your snobby, rich girl attitude that they will beat your face until even the guards won't touch you."

Stymied irritation quickly transformed into pleading rationalization. "You don't understand. My father is suffering from cancer, and he has no health insurance. The treatment costs so much...I had to pay the hospital bills."

I shrugged. "It's a sad story. Maybe the judge will care."

Tears began flowing again.

"Or you can pay your penance to me here and now. After all the service I have performed for you, it won't kill you to spend fifteen minutes letting me get my jollies in exchange for your freedom," I argued.

Slowly, she got up from the floor, defeated and relenting. She picked up the handcuffs and walked past me to the chair. I got up to watch as she put the cuffs on one wrist. She threaded the other cuff through a hole in the back of the chair, and then rested her knees on the seat. With a final sigh of disdain and an ugly look flashed my way, she cuffed her other wrist.

Vengeance, so cold and sweet, would now be mine. 

The thoughts of the last few months flashed through my head. The humiliation, the belittlement, the coercion, the intimidation, the torture. It was time for all to be repaid. Of course, I was not fooling myself. There would be no way for me to fully repay all her transgressions in one shot. So I would have to make this one shot count.

I walked behind her. Her skinny butt, covered in a short, thin skirt, was propped up in the air by virtue of her position. Feeling a sense of anger wash over me, I brought my palm down on that ass hard. She jumped, clearly not expecting me to get so rough so soon.

"Yeah, bitch!" I growled, leaning over her and putting my lips next to her ear. My right hand grabbed as much meat on her rear as possible and squeezed it hard. "Now we play my game!"

I unzipped my fly as I walked around to the front of her. She looked up at me with a hateful sneer, but I just smirked back at her as I pulled my soft cock out of my boxers.

I put the cock in front of her face and slapped her cheek with it, rubbing the head all over her caramel skin. I then put it in her mouth, which opened and engulfed it.

I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth. She moaned in protest, but I did not care. I went up on my toes as I shoved myself deep into her throat, gagging her.

I pulled out my throbbing cock and let her cough it out. I gently put my fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face so that I could look into her eyes, which were once again full of tears. Smirking, my other hand slapped her across the face with a smack that seemed to echo down the hall even through the closed door.

"You son of a bitch! Nobody hits me!" she snarled.

"How many times do I have to remind you that you are in no place to make any demands?" I asked. I pulled my trousers off and walked behind her.

I grabbed her skirt with each hand on either side of the seam going up the side. With one violent jerk, I ripped and ruined a skirt worth probably close to three hundred dollars. I pulled the skirt up, revealing her skinny, but muscular ass. She had apparently taken off her panties in anticipation of our meeting.

I put my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing her nice, brown hole surrounded by a light tuft of hair. I mounted up and put the head of my cock against her tight sphincter, and she started pulling away.

"No!" Desiree cried. "Not there! I don't do anal."

"You do now," I said, and I pushed myself forward. She fought me, but with persistence, my dick finally found its way into her backdoor. She screamed with pain as I forced my way into her asshole. Her ass was so tight, I felt the tissue tearing as my cock sunk into her. Her cries only made me angrier, and I began pumping in and out of her ass with no mercy.

As she howled her objections, I balled up my fist and punched the back of the bitch's head. "Shut the fuck up!" I snarled.

Desiree's objections fell to nothing more than painful cries.

I was so excited by the fulfillment of my wildest dreams of retribution that I soon felt the pressure building in my balls. I pulled out of her ass and she went limp, sobbing in relief.

But I still had some humble pie to feed her.

I walked around to her front and pointed my hard, throbbing dick, which was now coated in her anal secretions and blood, at her face.

"Suck me off," I instructed.

Her anger seemed to be fucked out of her. She had no will to resist, only to beg.

"No, please," she cried weakly. "Don't make me do that...I'll get sick."

I squatted down so that I could look into her pretty face. Though I had been exacting my vengeance for merely eight minutes, her face looked as though she had aged fifteen years. Her eyes, normally so filled with sharp intelligence, genuine pride, and hostile condescension, were now puffy, red, and devoid of any life.

"You're still not seeing the big picture, Dez," I said. It was the first time I had ever used that particular nickname. It seemed funny that I would suddenly just come up with such a ridiculous moniker at such a random time, and I giggled a little bit. "You see, you can do this one time in your life and then forget about it. Or you can refuse, and then see how perverted your prison guards are. Locked up in there every day with a bunch of reprobates, I reckon a man would go a little crazy. I bet their imaginations go fucking wild. They probably get off to shitting in women's faces and the sort. So what do you say? You want to suck my cock?"

Desiree squeezed her eyelids together, and a tear streamed down either side of her face. "Okay," she said.

She opened her mouth, and I put my cock in. She recoiled at the taste, and I laughed at her. She relented and took it in again. Her tongue worked up the sides of my shaft as I pumped my hips into her face, and it seemed like the taste had dissipated by the time I was ready to come.

I pulled out of her mouth and jacked myself off onto her defeated face. My jizz coated her face, and I rubbed it into the skin of her cheeks with the head of my cock.

She seemed genuinely relieved, and she collapsed into the chair to which she was handcuffed.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, sitting in another chair in front of her, my cock softening. She shot me a look of renewed, fiery hatred. Apparently, I had not completely broken her will. There was a part of her deep inside that still refused to submit to my utter victory over her.

"That will not stand," I thought, as a new sensation began to build in my loins.

"I did what you wanted," she croaked. "Now let me leave."

"Where will you go?" I asked.

"Do you really care?" she asked.

"No," I acknowledged with a shrug. "But you can't go yet."

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"There's one more thing," I said, standing in front of her again. "Put me in your mouth again."

"You're done!" she protested. "You said one time. You're not even hard!"

"Well, maybe you can fix that," I said. "Now do it."

Desiree seemed to contemplate arguing for a moment, but seemed to remember that she had no ground to argue from. She lifted her head and looked up at me with her mouth open. I put my soft dick in her mouth. She began to softly suck on it.

I released my resistance to the pressure that had been building and began urinating into her mouth. She realized what I was doing, but not before I had filled up her mouth and got some down her throat. She jumped back and away from me, collapsing on the floor and pulling the chair on top of her. She immediately spit out the urine in her mouth and began retching on the floor of her office.

I stood over her, triumphant, and continued to aim the stream of my piss on her head and back.

"You sick son of a bitch!" she screamed as I finished. "I will fucking kill you!"

"You can try, bitch," I said coldly, "but I will beat the shit out of you, rape your tight ass again, and turn you over to the police."

She began howling in sorrow once more as she lay in a pool of vomit and urine, her rectum bleeding and her head spinning. This time, I heard the last remaining pride leaking out of her voice. I got dressed. After I had gathered all my belongings, I released her from the handcuffs. She did not seem to want to move. She sat huddled in the corner of the office.

"Remember," I said as I left. "Any retribution and I will turn you over to the police. And I want you gone. This is the last time I want to see your face."

She nodded solemnly, and I knew I had broken her. If it was the last time I would see her, it was a fulfilling sight.