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Waitress

By: Rico & Ron



The poor girl had just decided to have a drink or two in the bar after work. She had been on her feet all day. "Poor thing" the bartender has said as he handed her the drink.

As she was finishing her second drink the door to the bar was opened and in walked six men, all dressed in biker's leathers. They looked around and before she was aware of it they had surrounded the table...all of them. She looked up startled, but without a word they walked to the bar and began harassing the bartender with their drink orders. She saw them looking in the mirror at her and whispering to each other. With a couple of drinks in her she was a little slow to realize that she was alone in the bar with the six of them. She saw the bartender was going back into the storeroom for a case of beer. One of the gang members quickly blocked the door so he couldn't get back in. She tried to get up and walk out but as she tried to slip past her audience, two of them stood and grabbed her by each arm and forced her to stay put. Standing in front of the leader she saw the guy who had followed the bartender come out from the back laughing and move to the front door to lock it.

The two bikers held her in place as the leader walked up to her. Smiling at her pleas to be released he caressed her face in both of his hands. Slowly working them down to her neck then in a swift movement he rips open her blouse exposing her bra-clad breasts to the onlookers. Her nipples, hardened with fear, poke through the material. Pulling out a knife, the leader cuts first one strap, then the other. Finally, despite her moans, he slips it under the front and slices it open completely. The remnants of the bra disappear quickly and her breasts are assaulted first. The leader grabs her breasts and squeezes them hard. She immediately stops squirming, trying to not betray the pleasure the man's touch brings to her nipples. The leader, one of them called him Ace, laughs in her face as she lowered her eyes in humiliation. Ace lowers his head and starts to suck her nipples, biting into her flesh just a little to keep her "on her toes."

As he unzips his trousers to let his hard 8" cock free the two "guards" use their free hands to raise her skirt and push her panties down to her knees. They force her back down on a table with her legs hanging off. The other three guys now move closer, for a better view, and Ace motions 2 of them to hold her legs open. He kneels between her parted thighs and begins to roughly lick her as Spike the co-leader unzips and frees his cock right in her face.

She closes her eyes, trying to block out the sensation of Ace licking her...just as Spike thrusts his cock into her mouth. She almost gags he's so big and he just pumps in and out of her mouth, not caring if she can breath or not. He fucks her mouth, as her breasts are squeezed and pinched, Ace's tongue pushes deep into her.

Then Ace stands and quickly thrusts himself inside her. In one deep push he buries his cock in her all the way to until his balls slap against her ass. Ace continues his attack on her pussy. She gets close to cumming ... and is totally humiliated. The shock of his 8 inch cock inside her takes her over the edge. He presses his thumb on her clit, feeling her walls contracting around him, milking him...her body responding as much as her mind rejects this humiliation/pleasure.

As she starts cumming, squeezing his cock, two of the bystanders twist her nipples hard. She tries to cry out but Spike's cock filing her mouth stifles her cry. Ace pounds her pussy harder and harder giving her a wild raw fuck, unlike anything she's ever imagined possible. Hands are everywhere on her body, each one causing a different sensation, pain here, and pleasure there.

Suddenly her mouth is defiled with hot cum as Spike shoots streams of it into her throat. Pulling out to let it drip on her face then thrusting it back in. With a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, cum filling her mouth now, hot and salty dripping on her face. She begins to feel apart from what is happening. Her body overloaded by sensations has take over, responding against her will.

Spike removes his cock and she is flipped over and another instantly replaces it. Without realizing she begins to lick and suck it... Ace isn't far behind...she can feel him throb in side her tortured pussy as with on final hard thrust his hot seed pours into her, overflowing, running out beside his still hard and grinding cock.

No sooner has Ace pulled out of her then she is grabbed and flipped around, bent over the table. Two thick fingers plunge into her sopping pussy, and then are rubbed over her ass with special attention paid to her asshole. Her nether opening is getting all slick and shiny. Dimly she realizes that she is about to loose her last virginity, A hard knob of flesh is pressed against her. She barely has time to open her mouth to scream her protest before the cock rams into her at full force. Just as hot cum shoots into her mouth again, she feels her ass opening forced wide as the hard cock forces its way into her. She cries out, choking on the cum that is running down her chin, but that only acts as encouragement..

The pounding assault on her ass get harder and faster. She is held fast to the table as her asshole is pummeled over and over. Her hair is grabbed forcing her face up as yet another cock finds her mouth muffling her cries and choking her even more. She feels every inch of the cock in her ass, her chin bounces off the table as the cock in her mouth pistons in and out.

The cock in her ass pulls out but only long enough for her to be rolled off the table and onto the floor where she is forced to sit as the cock finds its way back into her ass. The other cock returns to her mouth just as she feels the last one entering her pussy. She is now completely filled and she is tugged back and forth like a rag doll.

An unbelievable rhythm starts, as all three cocks are moving in and out, at the same time. Filling, emptying, filling again. Her body betrays her again as her orgasms come over and over crashing one on top of another. She has lost all control of her body, jerking and writhing as she cums.

Then first one then another of the cocks begin to deposit its load into her. Her ass first, then her pussy, finally her mouth. In a hot chain reaction which sends her over the edge one last time. She finally collapses, almost unconscious.

The bikers, tired of their fun, get up and exchange high five's. Muttering to each other what a hot fuck she is, they head for the door just as the bartender comes into the room. They look at him on their way out and say "Thanks for the entertainment."

The poor girl lays slumped in the floor and he sees her cum covered body lying there. He walks over to her and gently helps her to her feet. Cradling her in his arms she looks up at him, just staring through the haze of the feelings running through her. He kisses her lips and says " Well honey. I hope you enjoyed my buddies acting out your fantasy as much as I did video watching it." He points to the security cameras located around the room and says, "I even got different views. When you are ready well decide which is best."

She looks into his eyes and kissing him she says, "Thank you Love. Next time it's your turn for a fantasy."

Waitress



Hi, I'm Cindy I am 5'5 100lbs 32b cup size blonde hair blue eyes firm body and am in very good shape. I finished high school a couple of months ago and found I needed to get a job to pay bill and so I could go shopping of course a girl has needs. So I started looking for a job the best I could find with my limited education was waitress at this little bar it was an alright place not high class by any means but not a total dive either. I made ok money at first but it was not enough I could only pay my bills barely and as I said a girl has needs like shopping. So I was sitting there one night after close talking to the bar tender telling her my problems. It's a cliché I know but she really did listen to me. Her name is Linda. She looked at me and said look Hun I know you give great service but it's the way you dress its just not sexy enough you have to make them want you then you can get anything you want from them. I was dumbfounded I just couldn't believe what she was saying I told her thanks for her advice but I'm sure that's not it and I went home.

As the weeks went on the more I realized she was right, I kept getting bad tips. Living off my meager check so I decided to try it out I wore a mini that was about an inch above my knees and somewhat tight and a spaghetti strap shirt that showed off my smallish chest. By the end of the night I had 200 in tips as I was walking out Linda looked at me didn't say a word only smirked at me a kind of told you smirk. So she was right I was wrong I can admit that. As the weeks went on I was more and more bolder with my style. Wearing mini's that barely covered my ass and crotch. The top got tighter and smaller each time I went into work. My tips kept growing to be more and more to the point that I was bringing home 400 a night. Everyone wanted me. I start to give a little bit of a show to bust my tips up higher would let them see my panties show as much cleavage as possible and bend as low as I could get away with to show it off it was great.

It was Friday night again. And I was getting ready I wanted so bad to break 400 in tips. I opened my dresser full of work cloths yes I have a separate dresser for my work cloths. I toke out my new mini with a zippered front again just barely covering my ass and crotch I decided to for go the panties tonight and being I had just freshly shaved myself completely bare. I hoped it would put me over the top along with the top that looked more like a bra in the fact it just tied around my breasts and held them firmly almost like I tied a piece of silk around them with a pair of 3 inch heals. I did my make-up just right I looked at myself in the mirror and had to admit I looked like a total slut. I smiled to myself and walk out the door thinking I was going to make well over 400 tonight. As I walked in the door I looked around and sow a huge group of socialite I was totally confused and until I sow Linda thought I had somehow walked into the wrong bar. I walked over to her and asked what's going on these types of people never come in here.

Linda looked at me and said I think its bachelorette party. They heard of this place somehow and paid 6000 to close the place for them only tonight. So of course we agreed we normally only make somewhere around 4000 on Friday nights. Well I guess I got all dressed up for nothing I'm not going to make any money tonight with this crowd. Linda looked me up and down wow you did get all dressed up didn't you. Sorry Hun I don't think you will either. But you have to work tonight so get out there and take orders and you can always hope Linda told me. So I went and toke the many orders and found out quickly it was a bachelorette party and hoped in the back on my mind there wasn't going to be a male stripper. An hour had passed and thing were going better then I expected. I was about to get my first tip of the night from the main table where the bride and bride maids were sitting. The maid of honor was holding out a 10 for me to take but was making me reach for it so I had to reach over the bride I said sorry as I did. Just as I toke the money I felt the bride hand on my barely covered ass and then slapped it I moaned as I felt her hand.

I moved slowly as I straightened up the bride smiled at me and I asked if there was anything I could get them the maid of honor told me another round of drinks. At that I was on my way to get the drinks. As I returned I could see the bride checking me out so I thought what could it hurt I'll make her want me or least try to. I approached the table handed out all the drinks they all tipped me. This time the bride put a 10 half down my skirt and half sticking out the whole table giggled. The bride just looked me up and down then back into my eyes she wanted me and I wanted her. I kind of stumbled my knees became a little weak I excused myself and went to the bathroom to gain my composer. As I looked in the mirror wondering what came over me the bride walked in the bathroom walked up behind me and cup my ass my body toke over at this point I pushed back into her hand. She released my ass only to slide her hands under my skirt and lift it the little way to my waist. 

I opened my legs and she slid one of her hands between my legs cupping my pussy a finger sliding between my pussy lips parting them moving forward to my clit rubbing it in slow hard circles. Moving my hips to meet her every movement feeling my juices leak out knowing there flowing into her hand moaning loudly as her pace quickens over my clit feeling my climax build higher and higher Cumming on her hand feeling my pussy explode moaning louder my knees nearly letting out feeling her hold me up. Her pace slowed down as I calmed she pushed me forward over the counter of the bathroom sink and slid 2 fingers slowly deep inside of me making me push back to meet them. Once they were deep inside my soaking wet pussy she started to pump them in and out deep causing me to moan louder pushing back harder on her finger wanting them needing them my pussy gripped them tight as I fucked her pumping fingers back. She pushed in once more hard holding them there applying pressure pushing me over the edge Cumming hard on her finger my pussy squeezing them so tight as wave after wave of please flowed over my whole body. As I calmed down she slowly removed her finger my eye were still closed all I could hear was her licking and sucking them clean.

I opened my eye. Slowly standing up straight I turned to face her. my hands went down right away to undo her pants. I then pulled down her pants and panties. I wanted her pussy now. I wanted to taste it so bad I pulled her around so that her back was to the counter. I pushed her up on to the edge and went right down on her pushing my tongue deep within her licking as deep as I could at first then sliding my tongue in and out of her fucking her with as well as licking she tasted so good. I couldn't stop if I wanted to at that point. I curled my tongue deep inside of her as deep as I could push my tongue curling it trying to scoop out all her cum right at that moment I felt her whole body go ridged then she started to fucking my tongue Cumming wildly her sweet juices spraying into my mouth. Moaning very loudly I did not let up at all I kept tonguing her right through her climax loving every moment of it. My tongue now ridged fucking her pussy with it in out in out in out in out in over and over again my nose hitting her clit each time till she started bucking her hips hard again climaxing once more sending wave after wave of her sweet nectar into my mouth.

As she calmed down I looked over at the time on the clock on the bathroom wall I realized I had been gone for 2 hour. She looked down at me and smiled I moved up to her and kissed her with lust and passion. Our soaked pussy meeting I started to grind into her as we kissed she grinded back hard our kiss broke as we both started moaning loudly. Grinding hard against each other I barely managed to hold off Cumming so we could climax together the moment I felt her let go I let go. We climaxed hard together I fell right into her I could not hold myself up anymore as the wave after wave coursed over me. When we finally caught our breaths we straightened ourselves up made sure we both looked good. She left the bathroom first. I left a few minutes later. First thing I did was walk to the bar were Linda was standing making drinks to see if everything was ok. She just gave me a sly smile and said she was good and told me the bride table needed some service.

As I walked over to the table the bride watched my every movement and I made sure it was the sexiest walk I could do. When I got to the table, I asked what they needed. The maid of honor told me another round. As I walked away again I did the sexiest walk I could do knowing the bride was watching. I came back with there drinks handed them out told them it was closing time and to please settle there bill with our bartender Linda. They all tipped me I didn't bother even looking at what they all gave me. My best tip was received in the bathroom. They all slowly filtered out after paying the bill. I locked the door behind them and looked over at Linda she again gave me a sly smile and asked how much I made. I looked at her and said I don't know let me count it. As I did I realized that I had made well over 400 I made 1200 that night. I never beat that of even try and as for the bride I didn't find out her name till she became a regular at the bar. But that's another story. 



Waitress



Cassie had been excited about her first day at her new job. She'd been made redundant at her old job as a shop assistant, and was desperate to impress as a waitress in Creamo's restaurant. For her first night, she had taken great care on her appearance. She was only twenty and therefore put a lot of thought in getting the right balance – she wanted to appear mature and sensible, yet not unstylish or fake. She had been told to dress in a white shirt and black skirt, and she had gone out and bought new ones for the occasion. The shirt was quite baggy – she always had a little trouble buying formal shirts as the ones in her usual size tended to be too tight around her chest. She had done her best to avoid looking sluttish by buying one in a size up. She was also careful to ensure she wore her plainest white bra underneath, as she was desperate to maintain a classy appearance. On her legs, she wore black patterned tights, and a skirt that was longer than she would usually think to wear, but still showed off her shapely hips. It was the same one she had worn on her last date, which was two weeks ago now. She had visited Creamo's with one of her old work colleagues, Rick. During the meal, she had overheard that the restaurant was looking for a new waitress, and when she approached the manager he had seemed very pleased with Cassie. She had been encouraged to apply and now the job was hers. Rick had been pretty left out of all this, and Cassie had not made arrangements to see him again.

Cassie was nervous, but she knew she was a good employee and could do a good job. When Cassie arrived, she made her way thought the restaurant as instructed up to the small function room upstairs, where she knocked on a door and waited outside. The door opened and Chris greeted her. They spent about half an hour going through forms, health and safety guidelines and the restaurant's processes. Chris took Cassie on a tour of the restaurant and introduced her to the other staff – there were three other waitresses in, who all seemed friendly, and two barman, who would be working in the restaurant with Cassie. The kitchen was staffed by a separate team, but Cassie was told she would occasionally need to help the head chef, who was a big black man named Ben. After introducing her to Ben, Chris took Cassie back upstairs. He was happy with Cassie. She seemed to be taking the information in well, but more importantly she was a good looking girl and seemed likely to be very compliant. He was disappointed by her outfit slightly, when she had seen her at the restaurant previously she had been wearing a dressy, low-cut top, and he had really enjoyed the view of her cleavage. His cock tingled a little remembering it. 

"A few words on your uniform there, Cassie," Chris said. "First of all, you need a badge making up. We like to give a friendly image, and so we do like you to have a little picture there on your badge, ok? I'm just going to take a picture now, and we'll use this machine here to get a name badge printed up for you." 

Chris pulled a Polaroid camera out of his desk draw. 

"We're just looking for a kind of passport style head shot, ok?" Cassie nodded and smiled at the camera, and Chris pushed the button. "That seems great actually. You'll get a more professional badge made up in the next couple of weeks anyway, if you stick with us. Your outfit seems fine, you basically look okay. Your shirt seems to be kind of poofing out a bit though, maybe you can tuck it into your skirt a bit more, make it look a bit neater?" Cassie was glad of the advice, and reached up her skirt and pulled her shirt downwards. This made it tighter, and Chris got a better view of the shape of her tits. They seemed quite big. Chris wondered what they'd be like without a bra on. He was 39, quite attractive, successful in business and still single. He'd experienced a lot of women, but it had been a while since he'd had anyone as young as Cassie. He missed seeing breasts that were large yet nice and perky. He was aware of his cock tingling again. "The other thing is Cassie, you really should have tied your hair back," he said, "but don't worry, I've got some spare bobbles in my drawer here." Cassie was still stood in the middle of the office from posing for her photo. Chris walked round and stood behind her. He used his fingers to brush her hair back and tied it into a ponytail. As Chris's fingers brushed across her neck, Cassie suddenly felt herself getting goose pimples and her nipples went hard. It felt very inappropriate, but also quite nice, for him to be touching her there. She began to start thinking about Chris, and whether or not he was attractive, but she got distracted when she noticed him brush against her back. She was sure she'd felt something hard brush against her arse. Cassie's mind started racing. Could he be attracted to her? Was he going to try something with her? What would she do if he did?

"There's something else I need to do for a second Cassie." Said Chris. He moved round to Cassie's front again, and began to unbutton her shirt from the top. He would usually wait a week or so before he tried anything with his employees, but he had to get a look at these tits. 

Cassie looked shocked and stepped away. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to see," said Chris. "I'm the boss here Cassie. Let me do what I want. It'll be okay." Cassie needed the job. Chris had offered her really good pay. She decided to let things go a little bit further, and see exactly what it was Chris was expecting her to do. Once he had undone enough buttons, Chris reached round Cassie's back and unhooked her bra. He lifted it up to reveal her breasts. They were even better than her had expected. They had hardly fallen as he pulled the bra away. He put his hands on them and stroked the hard nipples with his fingers. Cassie looked surprised, said nothing and just watched what he was doing.

"These are really nice, Cassie. I think I'd like a picture, for later." Chris pulled his camera out again and took a few shots of Cassie, standing in the middle of the office with her shirt open. "Take your bra off completely for me." Cassie did as he said. She wondered how far Chris would go, but more importantly, how far she was willing to go to keep this job. She had no idea. "and push them together... yes, that's good. Ok, that's enough now." Chris took Cassie's bra out of her hand and placed it in his desk drawer, which he locked shut. "Do your shirt up, Cassie. Don't just stand there with them out like a whore. Or are you wanting me to do something else to you?" 

Cassie shook her head and quickly fastened her shirt up. "Should I go and work downstairs yet?"

"Yes. That's all I needed you to do for me. At the moment. Go downstairs and speak to Marie, she will tell you what to do."

Cassie went down and was soon waitressing for the first time. She felt very self conscious, walking around with no bra on. In the kitchen she was fine, as it was very warm, but every time she emerged into the main body of the restaurant her nipples got hard again. This fact was very obvious through her white cotton shirt. Customers were looking at them. Cassie was not a shy girl generally, but this was embarrassing. A couple of the waitresses glanced at them also. Did Chris take their bras as well? Or did they just think she was a total slut? She continued to wonder what the situation would be with Chris. Would he ask her to do anything else, or would that just be a one off? Would she be willing to have sex with him to keep her job? He was quite attractive, she had decided. Cassie had not been with that many boys, and they had all been around her age. Chris was noticeably older, with some grey in his hair. However he still seemed to have a good body, and when he had brushed her back earlier Cassie had felt herself get a little turned on. She didn't know what to do.

Cassie was carrying some dishes back into the kitchen when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Ben, the chef. 

"I saw your photos," he whispered in Cassie's ear. "Very nice." His hands were making their way up Cassie's shirt. He squeezed her boobs hard, and Cassie gasped as he began to flick her nipples harshly. 

"Ow, don't do that," she said. 

"The boss said I can do whatever I want. You're clearly a little whore, I bet you'll like a bit of rough treatment." He let her go, and she walked back out into the restaurant. Cassie was worried. He had sounded like they were likely to be rough with her. She would consider having sex with Chris to keep her job, on her own terms. She wasn't going to let anyone and everyone do what they wanted to though. It was a shame, but the job was not what she wanted. She would have to quit. 

Cassie walked back up to the office to confront Chris. 

"I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me. I was happy to mess around with you a bit, I was really grateful of your offer, actually, but I have a feeling this is going to go too far."

"Okay Cassie. Bear with me one second. Go on, take a seat. I just need to go get the necessary form to fill it to say you don't want to work here." Cassie sat down. Chris left the room, and to Cassie's surprise looked the door behind him.

Shit, thought Cassie. She wondered what she had got herself into. She had the urge to bang on the door, but there was no one upstairs and she realised there was no chance of anyone from downstairs hearing her. Her phone was downstairs, in her coat. She was trapped. Whatever was going to happen, she knew she could do nothing about it. A drink – some kind of whiskey, Cassie presumed – was on Chris's desk. Cassie downed it.

Chris came back into the room, and with him came Ben. 

"Right, Cassie. I'd like to have a bit of fun with you before you go. Try to relax, you'll enjoy it. We'll be really good to you." As Chris was speaking, Ben rummaged through Chris's cupboards. Cassie's hands were pulled behind her back and handcuffed together. Chris pulled out a video camera, pressed a few buttons and sat it on top of a filling cabinet, pointing at his desk. 

"We've already seen your boobs Cassie, so I think I'd like to get a look at your pussy now. Is it very tight, Cassie? Is it very tight, or are you a whore? Do you give it out to all the boys? We'll see." Chris pushed Cassie back onto his desk. He was strong. He pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed them to the leg of the desk while Ben pulled off her shoes. He lifted up her skirt and pulled her tights and knickers off. He spread her legs wide. Cassie felt the air reach her private parts. She felt exposed, and stupid for getting herself into this. She should have said no from the start. She realised she hadn't shaved herself down there since her date two weeks earlier.

"You've got a dirty hairy pussy. I think I'd like to make it nice and wet and sloppy. That would show how dirty you are." Chris carried the video camera over, and held it between Cassie's legs. He slowly rubbed one finger over her clit and watched it respond to his touch. He pushed the finger into her opening. "She is tight Ben," he said, "we'll have to be careful we don't stretch her". He put the camara away. He pulled something out of his drawer. Cassie couldn't see what it was, but suddenly she heard a familiar buzzing sound. She let out a gasp as Chris held a vibrator against her clit. She had a vibrator at home that she regularly used, this one seemed similar, although he seemed to have it turned up very high. Cassie tried to act disinterested, and pretend she couldn't feel it, but the lips of her pussy were already growing moist. 

"Do you like what I'm doing to you Cassie?" asked Chris. 

"No." Said Cassie, staring at the ceiling.

"I know you do. I bet you do this to yourself every night. I bet you love playing with your little pussy. We can tell you're a little slut, that's why I hired you." Cassie did have a vibrator at home, however she usually used her fingers to make herself come on a night, before she went to bed.

The vibrations began to circle round her clit, which began to feel warm and throbbing. Cassie began to wish for something inside her. She was doing her best to thing of other things. Maybe she could think of a way to get out? It was hard to ignore the warm feelings running around her body. She could feel her pussy relaxing, preparing to be entered. She felt her face start to crunch up as she did her best to hide the fact that she was approaching her orgasm. 

"You've turned bright red Cassie. Are you embarrassed to come for us? I know you want to. I want to see your little body shake, for my video."

Cassie was getting really turned on. She stopped caring so much about her situation. She may as well make the most of it, right? She began to long for a cock inside her. She wondered what they would be like. The vibrations stopped.

"That's enough for now. Your pussy's dripping. You need to please us now." Chris and Ben both pulled down their pants and pulled out their cocks. Ben's was average sized, but Chris's was bigger and thicker than Cassie had had before. She wanted it in her quite a lot. 

Ben rubbed his cock over Cassie's face. He rubbed it on her cheeks and lips. She stuck out her tongue and let him slide himself across it. Chris pushed himself inside her. She felt stretched by him.

"it's so big..." she whispered.

This spurred Chris on, and he slammed it into her hard. Cassie gasped. He began to fuck her with hard thrusts which made Cassie gasp. 

"Do you like it?" asked Chris. "I can tell you love my cock." 

Ben unbuttoned Cassie's shirt. He stood next to the desk and took hold of her ponytail. He pulled her head up and began to thrust his dick in her mouth. Cassie was gasping for air – she was good at blowjobs but it was hard while she was being fucked at the same time. She tried to concentrate on sucking him properly, but with Chris fucking her and Ben pulling on her nipples it was hard for her to concentrate.

Chris was also finding it hard to keep his cool. He'd been desperate for Cassie since earlier. He grabbed her hips tightly and ground his cock into her. His balls slapped against her bum. Soon it was too much. He pulled his cock out and held it over Cassie, jerking it fast. He moaned as he let out his load of hot cum, which landed over Cassie's tits. He used his hands to rub it over her breasts. Ben took his cock out of her mouth, and Chris wiped his hands across her face and cleaned the cum off his fingers with her mouth. "Do you want to come, Cassie?" he asked. Cassie was desperate.

"Yes," she said. 

"We'll uncuff you then. We'll let you play with yourself, but you're not allowed to come until you've made Ben come, Ok?"

"Ok."

Ben freed Cassie's hands, and pushed her onto the floor. He pulled her into a kneeling position.

"If you're not pleasing me, I'm going to pull your hands away, okay? Now play with yourself while you suck me."

Cassie was desperate to please Ben, but she was also desperate to make herself come. She rubbed her clit ferociously with her left hand, and used her other hand to work Ben's cock. She sucked the tip of it. Ben moaned. He was enjoyed this for a while, but he wanted to be balls deep in Cassie's face. He pushed her hand away and placed his hands on the side of her head. She was glad of this and used the other hand to finger herself while she rubbed away at her clit. Ben was thrusting his cock right to the back of Cassie's mouth into her wet throat. She could feel Chris's cum dripping along her boobs and stomach. Cassie's felt so good. The pleasure she was giving herself was amazing, much better than it usually was at home alone. She heard Ben moan and felt his cum suddenly fill up her mouth. There was a lot. She tried to swallow it but some dribbled down her chin. She moaned loudly as she began to come herself. She stared up at Chris and Ben, her face and body splattered with she cum, and as she enjoyed her orgasm her mouth opened and her head tilted back. She rubbed herself for a few seconds longer.

"Well." Said Chris. "I thought that was good. I told you you'd enjoy it Cassie. I'll leave you to clean yourself up. Then you can go home, I guess. Do have a think about the job though. You were really good today, if you decide to come back I think I'll give you an extra three pounds an hour." Him and Ben left the room, and Cassie was left to clean herself up. 



Waitress for the 31st



I couldn't allow my eyes to open just yet. I was too petrified and cover in my own cum mixed with I don't know who, what or how many other cum stains all over my body. I was so scared and confused that I was trembling but my body was feeling so fucking good. My mouth, breast, pussy and ass was unbelievably tender but I felt like I could handle a couple more rounds of whatever just happened. 

Just one peek...

It was dim as I saw black candles floating... Wait! Floating? Yup they were definitely floating against black, grey and crimson colored walls. Searching skeptically and frantically around the room for an exit and for who may have done this to me, my heart raced at the thought of what I may or may not see. Like the fact that there seemed to be no door for escape... Or that I could not see any one either but felt someone's presence. 

My voice as well as my body was shaky, but I forced out a "Hello...? Is anyone there?" No response, well obviously because I was speaking to a thick musky air, with a hint of sex and a cinnamon spicy scent... Sigh. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is checking on the food in the kitchen, then informing the "wanna be" spooky looking guests that the tricks and treats would be coming out shortly. Why did I think waitress's jobs were easy? But then I made it easy for the past 2 years. This was the easiest one in a few months, I mean I had to be all over the place dressed in that skimpy sexy maid outfit taking orders, getting drinks. Having eyes glued to my exposed fat apple bottom and taunt tits. I was the centre attraction of all the other waitresses. I flaunted by body and tempted every mythical dressed up character present.

I looked down at my self for the first time realizing my nudity and how exposed I really was, yet I was calm and more than comfortable lying here sprawled out... I was on a black slab of metal which was cold and gave me goose bumps but it gave me a cool calming sensation. My frantic senses brought me back and I tried to cover my bare flesh with my hands but could not move my hands or feet. 

Now I started to panic, my heart was racing faster than my mind... How the fuck did I get here? Who the hell did this to me? Why the hell are the candles floating? And why on earth can't I move my hands and legs if nothing is holding them down???? Screaming and kicking made no sense so I guess I'd just have to wait and see what would happen next. Who ever did this to me planned to come back or they would have killed or dumped me off somewhere already. 

As I sat there alone with the feeling of being watched, I felt myself getting turned on. iI also like the fact that I was used and that my shaved pussy was on display. I didn't have a model figure but I had boobs and ass that a model would kill to have. My nipples got hard and I felt my clit stiffen. I so wanted... No! Needed to touch my pussy but my hands were restricted. I felt a stroke against my thigh and my breath caught in my throat. No wind could have entered as there was no visible exits, no windows or doors. I was trapped and my holes needed to be filled. I needed who ever it was that did this to me to finish their break and get back to using my body. I felt like I was in heat!!

I groaned in frustration, "FUCK!!"

I felt the stroke again, against my thigh but higher up, much closer to my pussy and I moaned loudly, unashamed of my nudity and sexual tension. I even tried to spread my legs wider, open up myself to feel what ever imaginary feeling this was. I felt a probing sensation and it sent me over the edge. I was trying to move closer to the imaginary probing on my clit but was unable to move. Damn I needed a cock or cocks. I needed to get fucked and soon. The sensation on my pussy lips like a soft tug, then back to my clit in a circular motion, a brief stop to touch the entry into my pussy hole where I was wet. Then the circular motions on my clit continued. I threw my pelvis into the musky air and something thick and long slipped in with minimal resistance. I felt filled and at ease.

My body started to rock and my pussy started to get pounded and tenderize like a t-bone steak. I must have hit my head hard and got a concussion cause if musky air could fuck my pussy this good, where has it been all my life? I was moaning loudly while arching my back and spread my legs as wide as I was allowed to. My pussy contorted and clamped on an invisible flesh that was in me and I came with a force of all my finally released sexual tension. Or so I thought...

I was twitching all over but my pussy felt the most torture as I felt empty all of a sudden and cum oozing from my puss. Damn I needed more. I knew I was alone now. I didn't feel like I was being watched any more. Just lonely and empty. 

"Hello? I don't' know if I'm dreaming or not but whichever, I know we just enjoyed that and I'm in need of more. Could you please come back?" I must be going crazy I was talking to the air for God sake. What's wrong with me? I waited there for God only knows how long, just staring into the dim roof of where ever I was. Horny as a rapist. Until I heard a creek and a panting sound. I could barely see but all I wished was whoever or whatever it was, was hopefully going to fuck me. And I literally begged. 

"Fuck me please, please fuck my pussy, my ass, my face, what ever just please take me." No reply just panting... And a spicy wet dog smell... Weird... Hmm... I tried touching myself slowly this time and I could at a minimum. It wasn't a lot as all I could touch were my nipples but at least I could feel something. 

Lost in my mini self pleasure, I barely realized that a candle blew out then two more after. More darkness and heavier panting that sounded closer to me but near my legs. I just relaxed and expected the unexpected. 

I hear a soft whimper of a... Dog? Then went on a jet ski as my pussy got consumed by a wet hairy mouth. I bucked my hips in the air again and thrust high as I could. I was higher than cloud 69. I was pouring, dripping, gushing... Any word having the meaning: emitting liquid; I was doing it. Then a slick, slippery tongue pummeled into my pussy hole and I was lost in a silent scream of bliss. I came hard and long and lost track of the moments that passed after. 

Panting was still there. Not too close but not too far. But sooner or later it, I don't know which. The beast was close again and I was ready AGAIN. This time I saw a face a real beastly, wolfy, doggy-kinda face, with steel blue eyes that just wanted to ravish my body.

"Fuck me," I said. And with no further hesitation, I felt like a fist broke down my door and charged into my passage with a brutal force. And I relished in the moment of the harsh brutality. My pussy was getting a bad beating and I grit my teeth and took it all in. I savored his raw flesh in me and moaned, cried and beg for it harder. 

It? He? Whatever... It came in me and popped out. I thought I'd be spent and sedated but I felt the opposite. I felt empty and a crave for more boiled in me again. I wanted another contender! I needed another contender. 

I stayed there reminiscing of the recent events and how weird, freaky and scared I should have been. But it really didn't matter any more. I just needed more. 

I don't know how much time passed but it didn't matter when I heard the creek and he came in. I just knew this was going to be the grand finale... Or so I hoped... 

He wasted no time, he made an introduction of shoving his cold approximately 10 inch down my throat and we greeted each other very well like old time friends. I took him deep to the back of my throat and rolled him around in my mouth with my tongue and got it real slippery and wet. He withdrew quickly and positioned himself over me like he had to test all holes. Which I hoped he would do. He took his time and work his way into my sore puss and when he got comfy he started to apply the pressure and pound at it. I felt cold balls knocking against my ass. That's when I decided to open my eyes to take a peek...

I saw blood shot eyes piercing through me and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I arched my back. I was hypnotized and the stare was locked on I could not stop staring in to those eyes. The next thing I knew, I was on all fours, cold hands on my ass, jacking it up for a back door entrance. I was peeked and excited. 

I felt a shot of pain at my neck but it soon left me and a tranquilized feeling took over. I was high as a motherfucker... I didn't do coke but I don't think it could ever compare to whatever just happened. I felt him finally at the entrance of ass, slowly poking his way in. He stopped and dipped back into my pussy for moisture then came back for another try. He was heading back to my pussy but... Fuck that... I rammed back as hard as I could on his cold hard dick and screamed a very high pitch audible scream. And with that he came in my ass in a minute flat. I didn't even get to rock back and forth or get much strokes in but the force sent my pussy into multiple orgasm frenzy.

And as did the others he vanished. 

I was soaked, tired and drenched in cum, but I still felt awesome. And I still didn't know how I got here...

And I don't know when I fell asleep and woke up... At a dinner table in the ball room of the hotel? Huh? Wow... What a messed up dream... My body ached in all the right places I'd dreamed about. I hurried up, got to my car and drove home. 

Home wasn't far and all I wanted was a shower and bed. I got to my bedroom in a blur and stood in front of my mirror with the skimpy maid outfit on looking like a hot mess wit cum running down between my legs. What the fuck? That dream really got me wet. Wow...

The pockets of my outfit were puffy and I stuck my hand in to find a nice thick wad of cash with a note attached, "Thank you for your hard work and co-operation, please reapply for the job if interested on the 31st of October next year. It was more than a pleasure working with you." 

Next year I definitely knew where I would be working so fucking hard.



Waitress Made to Serve



It was almost closing time when Sonya saw him come into the coffee shop again. Immediately she felt the same lightness in her stomach that she had experienced at noontime when she had served him lunch. He was a big man, about six-three, 230 pounds, heavy set but not fat. His face had strong features, with a prominent nose and chin, and his blue eyes showed intelligence. She judged him to be in his 40's, one of those men who look physically powerful and carry themselves like they are not afraid of anything or anyone.

They had talked a little at lunch time about the weather and what a nice hotel it was, but as she remembered it, she had done most of the talking, and he had mainly just looked at her. She had found it difficult to walk away from his table to serve the other diners. He had told her that is name was Carl, and that he was staying in the hotel.

Sonya had been not been with a man for a long time. Middle aged and average looking, men did not seem to notice her, especially in her frumpy waitress dress with the little name tag that said "Sonya." Her life was the unending routine of serving mediocre food six days a week at the hotel coffee shop. At night she would lose herself in the fantasies of romance novels, always becoming aroused when the heroine was forced to submit to a powerful man. A few times she had been carried away to the point that she sought out stories on the internet about sexual submission.

The coffee shop closed at 9 PM, and there were no other customers when Carl walked in and took a seat in the corner booth.

Sonya walked over to him and smiled. "Hello again. You must like our coffee shop food."

He looked at her, but did not return her smile. For what seemed like a minute he locked his eyes on hers. Then finally he spoke.

"Bring me a piece of pie and a black coffee."

Sonya was flustered by his abruptness and the power of his stare. 

"Yes, sir," she said. The words seemed to come from deep within her.

She prepared the pie and coffee in a kind of trance. When she took it to him, he said nothing, but his eyes never left hers. She put down the plate and cup and retreated to the safety of the kitchen. The cook was just finishing his clean up.

"Closing time. I'm outa here," he said, and he turned off the lights in the kitchen as he left. Sonya had no choice but to go back into the dining area.

Carl was gone. He had taken one bite out of the pie, hardly touched the coffee. There was a $20 bill on his table, and a folded piece of paper. Sonya collected the money and opened the note.

"Room 412. Your safe word is velvet."

Sonya gasped. "This can't be happening," she thought. "Somehow this man has sensed my situation and is using it to try to get to me. Does he really think I am going to come to his hotel room? And giving me a safe word! What makes him think that I even know what a safe word is?"

"Are you OK?" asked the cashier, who was waiting patiently for Sonya to bring the bill and the money.

Sonya realized that she had been pacing back and forth in the dining area. "Oh, I'm fine. Just have a few things on my mind tonight. Here's the last money of the day."

The cashier and cook were quickly gone, and Sonya was left to clear the last dishes and lock up the restaurant. She performed these functions in a daze and then found herself in the lobby of the hotel. In spite of her trepidations, she was making note of the fact that the elevators were down the hall that led to the door to the employee parking area, and that she could easily get on an elevator without anyone seeing. It was like the fates were lining up to lead her on.

She started walking down the hall, still not knowing what she was going to do. To her surprise, when she got to the elevators she saw her arm extend and her finger push the UP button. "I didn't decide to do that," she thought. 

Once in the elevator she knew she was going to go to room 412 and let happen whatever was going to happen. "Anything is better than continuing to live the way I am," she told herself.

Carl opened the door before she had even knocked. He had heard the elevator opening and had been watching through the peep hole in his door. From experience he knew that with a new woman it was important to keep the momentum going. Even though he sensed he was dealing with a woman who wanted to submit, he had learned that the slightest hesitation before he had established control could break the spell.

For Carl it was all a game of power. He was the alpha male in the jungle, building his harem to pass on his superior genes to as many sons and daughters as possible. Fortunately for him, his primitive instincts were matched by the unconscious instincts of many women to be dominated by a strong male, especially in the sexual arena. When he met a woman he thought might be susceptible, he would use his eyes and body language in subtle ways to let her know that she was being admired and desired. When talking with her, he would leave gaps of silence that would almost border on rudeness. A woman who had no interest would quickly find an excuse to back away, but the woman he wanted would linger just a little too long, as Sonya did in the coffee shop. Then he would issue an overt invitation for her to follow him. If she did, fine; if she didn't, no problem, he would find another.

With a job that required him to be traveling constantly, Carl was able to meet and establish some measure of control over women in a number of cities. The best part was what he called the "breaking-in" of new women like Sonya. 

Sonya fit the profile of his easiest and most satisfying targets. She would not be called pretty by most men, but she was not unattractive, and she had a good figure. He was intrigued by the prodigious amount of auburn hair tucked up on her head. Also, he had sensed that she lacked excitement in her life and that she was drawn to strength.

"Come in, Sonya," he said, more in the nature of a command than an invitation.

Sonya walked into the room and heard the door closed and locked behind her. Carl had a large suite, with a separate bedroom. She found herself in the middle of a sitting room, with a couch, a desk, several upholstered chairs, and a small dining table. Two large crystal wine glasses stood on the table, next to opened bottles of red and white wine. A single, long-stemmed red rose also lay on the table. Sonya took all this in at a glance, and was impressed with Carl's confidence that she would come.

"You have a very nice room," she said, trying to act normally.

Carl walked to the table and picked up a glass. "Your first and only choice tonight is which wine you want, red or white."

"White," she said softly, realizing that she was not there to make small talk. In her anxious state, the offer of wine was very welcome.

He filled the glasses, white for her, red for him. 

"Drink it all now," he said.

It took her over a minute to drink the entire glass. The warmth and loosening of tension spread through her body. He sipped his red wine and watched her.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

He smiled for the first time. "I am going to bring out a part of you that you know is there, but are afraid to admit. You are free to leave anytime you want, but I don't think you will."

"Oh," was all she could manage to say.

He took the empty wine glass from her and placed it on the table. With his hand under her chin he raised her face to look up at him. Very slowly he bent down and brushed his lips across hers. She closed her eyes and gave him her lips, hoping he would continue.

He pulled back and looked at her. "As long as you are here you will call me 'sir', and you will do whatever I tell you. Is that understood?" 

Sonya knew she had reached the point of no return and fought against feelings of panic. His eyes communicated such power and confidence. She was afraid, but the desire she felt was irresistible.

"Yes sir," she said, and then added, "I guess I just have to trust you."

"Yes," he replied, and he began to pull the pins out of her hair to let it fall around her shoulders. "You are lovelier than you know."

"Thank you, sir," she said. No one had ever said that to her before.

He took his time arranging her hair. Sonya knew that her hair was her best feature, and she was pleased that he admired it. When it was down around her face like this, it made her feel softer, more vulnerable. She was aware that somehow he knew this, because he kept fluffing her locks around her cheeks, like he was enclosing her in a box of her own hair.

At last he seemed satisfied. The way he looked at her made her feel that he wanted her.

"Come with me over to the table. I want to show you some things," he said.

She stood beside the table, and put down her empty glass. He put his glass beside hers and refilled them both.

"Sip slowly this time," he said. "I want you relaxed, but not too much."

Gratefully she took a swallow of the wine. It warmed her and suppressed the part of her that was still resisting.

He reached under the table and retrieved a small duffle bag. After placing it on the table, he slid back the zipper and reached inside. The first item he pulled out was a black leather riding crop. Without saying a word, he put the crop on the table in front of her.

"Oh my God," she breathed. "I can't believe this is really happening."

He watched her for a moment, and then extracted another item from the bag. This time is was a pair of padded wrist cuffs, complete with silver rings and a spring clasps for securing them together, or to some stationary object.

Sonya unconsciously began shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she contemplated the meaning of what she was seeing. She took another big swallow of the wine.

Again, he gave her a few moments, and then produced his next item: a two-flap leather paddle with a braided cord handle. In a sudden movement he struck the palm of his left hand with the paddle, making a loud slapping sound.

"Ohh!" said Sonya, her eyes wide. She felt a vicarious sting on her ass.

Carl gave her a knowing smile, and at the same time turned the paddle in his hand so that the braided handle was pointed at her. "I like to use both ends of this little toy," he said, as he slowly rotated the handle.

Sonya had no trouble imagining possible uses for the handle. "Oh my," was all she could say.

The next item was an incongruous surprise. Carl produced an old-fashioned fly swatter, the kind with a wire handle and a pad made of some kind of course fabric. Sonya could imagine the sting of that fabric on her body. She looked at Carl, but the return stare she received made her drop her eyes.

Carl again reached into the bag and began to remove a variety of sex toys, all in their original cellophane packaging. There were four or five vibrators of different sizes and shapes, a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain, several anal stimulation devices, and a fat wax candle.

Sonya took another big swallow of wine. "You can't be planning to use all of those things on me."

"Are you saying I can't?"

"No sir, I'm not saying that."

The last item in the bag was a gift-wrapped package. Carl put it on the table and looked at Sonya.

"Take this and go into the bedroom. In it you will find some special clothes I want you to wear. You are to put on these clothes, and nothing else. When you are ready, knock on the door."

Sonya took the box and crossed the room. She entered the bedroom and turned to look at Carl. "Can I have another glass of wine?" 

"No. Close the door. I don't want to see you again until you are properly dressed."

The bedroom was very spacious, with a king-sized bed and two comfortable looking stuffed chairs. A large picture window outlined a spectacular view of the city. Sonya sat on the edge of the bed and unwrapped the package. One by one, she removed the items and put them on the bed.

She expected to find sexy underwear, but this lingerie was different from anything she had ever seen. The black bra was strapless, and had push-up half cups that had notches allowing the wearer's nipples to protrude. It was held together in the front with two bows that seem to invite pulling. The matching thong also had bows in the front, and along the sides. It was obvious that pulling all the bows would allow the thong to be removed without sliding it down the legs.

The outer garments consisted of a black mini-skirt, a low cut cream-colored silk blouse, and a pair of black, four inch heels.

Now that she was out of Carl's commanding presence, Sonya began to have second thought about what she was doing. Could she really trust this stranger not to hurt her? On the other hand, he did tell her she could leave anytime. These new clothes were sexy, but decent, and she could walk out in them if necessary.

While these thoughts were running through her brain, she noticed that her hands were busy removing her formless waitress uniform. There was obviously a part of her that couldn't wait to put on what Carl had given her. She grabbed the clothes off the bed and took them into the bathroom, where there was a full length mirror. It took only a few minutes for her to transform herself from a frumpy waitress into a sexy vamp.

She was pleased at how good her body looked, especially her breasts. The bra was incredible in the way it created an inviting cleavage, and her nipples could be clearly seen pushing against the silk blouse. As she moved, the friction of the rubbing made the nipples stiffen and protrude more.

Turning sideways to the full length mirror, she admired the way the high heels made her ass stick out from the rest of her body. The round form was tightly encased in the short skirt, and it looked very firm. She remembered a comment a friend had once made about her "bubble butt."

Quickly she fluffed her hair and studied her face in the mirror. She had no lipstick or other makeup with her, so it would have to do as it was. Carl probably was more interested in her other parts anyway.

She took her old clothes back into the bedroom to put them in the box. As she did so, she noticed that there was one more thing in the box. At first she thought it was a fancy bracelet, but then she realized it was a pair of elegantly designed wrist cuffs, made of very soft leather. Small gold rings on each cuff would allow them to be clipped together binding her hands.

"What the hell," she thought. "I've come this far." She slipped the cuffs over her wrists and pulled the little Velcro tabs that tightened them. Then before more worries could inhibit her, she walked to the bedroom door and knocked, just as she had been instructed.

"Come in, Sonya," said Carl.

She opened the door and walked proudly into the sitting room. So preoccupied with observing Carl's appraisal of her, she failed at first to notice the other man seated on the couch. When she finally saw him, she gasped.

"Ohhh," she stammered. "Who is this?"

"Never mind," said Carl, standing up to face her. "Walk over here to me."

There were those eyes again. They held her and made her temporarily forget the other man. She walked slowly up to Carl, carefully balancing on the highest heels she had ever worn.

Carl looked her over and smiled. "I knew there was a sexy woman under that waitress uniform," he said.

He took her shoulders and turned her so that he could admire her from the side and the back. When her back was to him, he pulled her wrists back and placed a clip in the rings, effectively tying her hands behind her back.

Sonya was now facing the other man, who was sitting calmly in on the couch watching her with great interest. She saw that he was very good looking, and quite young, probably a college boy in his late teens or early twenties. With his curly brown hair and brown eyes, and his perfectly proportioned six foot body, she thought he would be a coed's dream date.

"Sonya, I would like you to meet my nephew, Nick," said Carl. "I have invited him here to teach him a few things. I assume that is OK with you?"

As he asked the question, Carl wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. At the same time the finger tips on his other hand brushed lightly across her lightly covered nipples.

"Yes sir," was all she could think to say.

At his age, Nick was driven by his sexual desires. He could never get enough, and he was more than willing to meet up with his Uncle Carl at every opportunity. Carl liked to involve him in his domination games, because Nick was very potent—he was big, hard as a rock, and could come four times in four hours. 

"Come over here, Nick, and help me determine how well these clothes are fitting," said Carl.

As Nick got up to walk across the room, Carl went behind Sonya, put his hands on her upper arms, and pulled her shoulders back. With her hands tied behind her and her shoulders back, her breasts were thrust forward pointing at Nick.

"See how tight the blouse is," he said to Nick.

Nick wasted no time running his hands over Sonya's breasts and slipping his fingers down inside the blouse. He could feel her hard nipples pressing into his palms.

"Ahhh," Sonya inhaled deeply and twisted slightly in Carl's grasp.

"The blouse is very tight, Uncle Carl," said Nick. "Maybe I should undo a button or two."

"Good idea, Nick," responded Carl, who had his head down nuzzling Sonya's neck and looking down at her breasts from behind. "Undo all but the last two buttons."

With the buttons undone, the blouse opened almost to Sonya's waist, and her bra-covered breasts were very much on display. The half cups with the notches kept them thrust up and out, but hid very little. The effect was entirely erotic.

"Feel the texture of her nipple," said Carl.

Nick gently took her two nipples between his fingers and thumbs and rubbed the surfaces.

"Ohhh.. God," sighed Sonya. 

"Now Nick, we could continue doing things like that to try to ignite the furnace in this fine body, but I detect an element of resistance in her. To get her really hot we have to eliminate all resistance and make her completely open and submissive, willing to do and experience anything. Are you ready to help me?"

"Of course, Uncle. How do we do it?" Nick asked, pretending he had never done this before, all the while moving his hands over her breasts, hips, and ass.

"With pain and humiliation. She will plead for the pain to stop, knowing that it leads to pleasure, and the humiliation will result in her no longer caring about how she appears. Once she is in that state, her most basic instincts will take over, and she will only want to please and be dominated."

Sonya shuddered, hearing them talk about her like she was some kind of laboratory experiment. At the same time, she was highly aroused by her helplessness and the way they were looking at and touching her body.

"The first thing we need to do is get her in the right position," said Carl. "Let' see."

Carl was very creative when it came to tying up women so that they were exposed and helpless. In the basement of his house he had constructed many ingenious devices that made it easy. However, it a hotel suite he had to make do with what was available. Of course, he had plenty of soft rope, and some easy-to-apply Velcro straps, but he wanted to do something more original that just tie this new woman to the bed. Surveying the room, his eyes stopped on a comfortable looking desk chair. It had a tall back, wide seat, and four sturdy chrome plated legs with no horizontal braces. He realized that if he turned this chair over so that the legs were in the air, with the top of the back and the front edge of the seat on the floor, it would make a kind of half circle. With a soft cushion over the top of the circle, a woman could be made to lay face down across it, between the legs of the chair. If her legs and back were tied to the chair, her ass would be positioned pointing almost straight up. Carl thought this would do nicely.




Waitress Made to Serve



"Nick, bring that desk chair over here and turn it upside down," he said.

Nick did as he was told, and when Carl added the cushion from the couch, he had his padded half circle. He then led Sonya to the chair and pushed her down so that her stomach was on the cushion and her ass was in the air. The tight mini skirt road up so that the tops of her thighs were visible.

"Bring that bag of Velcro straps and help me secure her in this position."

The two of them used the straps to tie Sonya to the chair. There were straps around her waist, her upper back, and each thigh. Her hands were still secured behind her.

"Very nice," observed Carl. "Now help me lift her, chair and all, onto the top of that dining table."

With some effort the two men lifted the bound woman onto the table, putting her into an erotic position at a height that made her body easily accessible. Her ass was at the highest point, projecting up and back, and offering a tempting target. Her blouse had come completely open, and her breasts were hanging in mid air, spilling out of the half cups of the bra. 

Still Carl was not satisfied. He wanted to be able to see her face, and her head was hanging down so that she was looking at the table. Seeing her long hair draped over her head, he came up with a solution.

"See Nick, it is important to be creative when disciplining a woman."

Carl took a big handful of her hair and tied it on itself in a knot. Then he wrapped a cord around the knot and pulled her head up. When the cord was secured to the chair, her head was held up by her hair, giving her the option of releasing the pressure on her neck muscles by accepting the pain of having her hair pulled.

Satisfied with her position, Carl finished by pulling loose the bows on the bra so that her breasts hung free, and by pulling her mini skirt up to her waist so that her ass was bare except of the straps of the thong.

Sonya had never felt more vulnerable in her life. She could hardly move. The cool air blowing on her bare ass told her how exposed she was. Her breasts were bare and swinging, subject to whatever manipulation her tormentors wanted. She knew it would be easy to reach between her legs to her pussy, which was protected only by the thin material of the thong, and which she knew was very moist.

SLAP. The first sting on her ass was a surprise.

SLAP SLAP Carl followed with two more, using the flat of his hand.

"OHHH," came from Sonya.

Carl smiled and continued, making sure he covered her entire ass and the tops of her thighs.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

"AHHH...OHHHHH... OOOUUU... " Sonya was squirming against the straps that held her to the chair.

"OK Nick, she's ready. Let's proceed with you doing the spanking, and me talking to her. When your hand gets tired, use the leather paddle."

Nick stood at the edge of the table beside Sonya's raised ass and ran his hand over her skin. It was hot from Carl's spanks. He squeezed the stimulated flesh before beginning to methodically spank her.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

"OHHHHH...NOOOOOO...NOOOOT THEEEER...NOT AGAIN...OHHHH"

Pulling up a chair, Carl sat right at the level of Sonya's face. He ran his finger tips over her cheeks and lips, and delighted in her little cries and expulsion of breath as the spanking continued.

"How does it feel, Sonya? Do you want some more? You know you do?" he teased her.

"Ohhhh... It really hurts...ahh...make him stop.."

"No Sonya, he's only started. He hasn't even used the paddle yet."

Carl dropped his hands and cupped her breasts, giving them two hard squeezes.

"Ahhhhhh, not that too..."

"Yes, Sonya, anything we want," he whispered into her ear as he tweaked and pinched her extended nipples.

Nick had been counting his spanks. When he reached twenty, his hand was sore, and he picked up the paddle. Her ass was very, very red and to his amazement was slowly moving in and out, like she was fucking the chair.

"Her ass looks really sore," Nick said, with a note of sympathy.

"It is," said Carl. "But don't worry. She can take it. And later when you fuck her you can rub her ass on a hard surface and she will squirm on your cock like a fish on a hook."

That idea made Nick's already hard cock even harder. He resumed the spanking with the paddle.

SPLAT SMACK SPLAT SMACK

Sonya was openly crying now, her tears dropping on Carl's hand as he touched her face.

"Now Sonya, do you still want more?" he said gently.

"Noooo...nooooo," she was crying hard.

"No, what?"

"No, sir. Pleassse stop, sir. It hurts so muuuuch."

Carl felt the moment was right to test her. "Hold up a minute, Nick," he said.

He wiped her tears and gave her a few seconds to recover. Then he said, "Stop crying. Open your mouth, and suck on my finger."

Without the slightest hesitation, she opened her mouth and took in his finger. He moved in around and under her tongue, watching her eyes. She shivered.

"Do not resist my finger," he commanded, and she nodded her head. Slowly he pushed his finger back into her throat, until she began to gag.

"This is what he wants, total surrender," she thought, and she gave him complete access to her mouth and throat.

"Good girl," said Carl, withdrawing his finger. "Now give me a good kiss, and I mean a good kiss."

He held her head in his hands, relieving the pressure on her hair, and kissed her deeply. He opened his mouth, but did not extend his tongue. This was the test.

Sonya kissed him back, and when his mouth opened, she pushed her tongue in without giving it a thought. 

Finally, Carl pulled back. He looked into her tear-stained eyes and smiled at her. 

"Nick, do me favor and check her pussy. I want to know how wet she is."

Sonya knew her humiliation was complete. They would both know how she responded to their abuse. But she couldn't help herself when she felt Nick's fingers slide under her thong on onto her bare pussy. Her juices, already flowing freely, literally dripped onto his hand. He slid his fingers around on the slick surface.

"Ohhhh yessss...keep it up...ohhhh...please...please.

Nick looked at Carl, who nodded. It was easy for Nick to pull the little bows on the thong and drop it away. Her pussy was not totally open to his caresses, and he explored her, watching her reactions.

"Soooo good...more...more...everywhere...you know where...yes, there..."

Carl got up from his chair and came back beside Nick. He leaned down and put two fingers up against her pussy.

"Yes, she is coming along nicely. Now, Nick I am going to show you a few things about how to stimulate a woman. You probably think you already know everything, but you don't. It is amazing how little young men know sometimes," said Carl.

"OK, uncle," laughed Nick. "I am happy to take advantage of your great experience. It looks like we have a willing subject."

"If she's at all unwilling, a few good swats with the crop will change her mind. We shall see," said Carl.

Sonya listened to the men talking about her like she was an exhibit in a lecture hall, and she knew she couldn't do a thing about it, even if she wanted to, which she didn't.

"Watch carefully, Nick. See how I draw my fingers lightly over the folds of her pussy. You want to touch all the areas, very lightly at first. Avoid touching that little hard nubbin at the top of her pussy. That will come later."

Sonya began to relax and take deeper breaths. Her ass was still on fire, but the light touches on her pussy were a nice distraction. 

"That's sooooo niiiice... sir," she said.

"You see Nick, the secret is to not linger in any one place too long. Surprise her with where you are going to touch next. Now you do it."

Removing his hand, Carl watched as Nick got into position to have easy access. Sonya felt only a momentary lapse in sensation before Nick's fingers began to move lightly over her. Although the touch was similar, she could sense that Nick's movements were not as sure and confident as Carl's. In a way it was even more thrilling to be forced to participate in the sexual education of the young man.

"How does that feel, Sonya?" asked Carl. "You have to help me teach him."

"It feeeels reallllly niiiice, sir," she said. "Maybe he could press a little harder."

"OK, Nick. She's ready for more direct stimulation. Take one of her pussy lips between your finger and thumb and rub it, gently at first, then harder."

"Like this?"

"OHHHHH...yessssss," Sonya was pushing her pussy into Nick's hand.

"Now move around, keep her guessing where you are going to rub next," said Carl.

Nick was getting very turned on himself as he watched Sonya's ass squirm in response to his actions. When the edge of his moving finger touched her clit, she almost rocked herself and her chair off of the table. 

"Oh my God...don't stop...more...pleeeeeease...," wailed Sonya.

"That's enough for now Nick," said Carl. "I don't want her to come just yet. Her basic training is not quite complete."

Carl went over to the chair where he had put the duffle containing the sex toys and returned with one of the smaller butt plugs and a tube of lubricant.

"Her ass is in just the right position to get broken in," he said. "She will be a lot more pliable with this little teaser in her ass. Later on we will increase the size to prepare her for that large, super hard cock of yours, Nick."

Carl removed the ass plug from its cellophane wrapper and approached Sonya. Nick stood on the other side of the table, watching closely. 

"Let's see what it looks like in there," said Carl, as he pulled her cheeks apart. "My, my. It needs a little cleaning. Look there Nick."

Sonya was mortified. Her most intimate parts were being scrutinized and, even worse, she was being made to feel ashamed. She began to sob again.

"Nick, use your fingers to keep her happy while I get her ready," said Carl.

Nick went back to work teasing Sonya's pussy, while Carl went over to the little kitchen area and came back with a damp paper towel. Sonya was alternately sobbing and gasping as Nick rubbed her pussy, and kept seemingly accidentally touching her clit.

"Hold her ass open, Nick, while I wipe it nice and clean. Later one of us might feel inspired to put a tongue in there."

There was nothing Sonya could do but endure, and Nick opened her up and Carl dabbed her with the wet paper towel.

"Ahhhhhh...what are you doing to meeee?" 

Carl discarded the soiled towel and opened the tube of lubricant. Nick continued to hold her open as Carl lathered her hole with the slippery substance.

"Now for the moment of truth," said Carl.

He placed the end of the little dildo against her tightly closed hole and applied a slight pressure.

"Nooooooo, not there," she cried.

Carl immediately dropped the dildo and came around the table to face her. Roughly he lifted her head by her hair, and spoke directly into her face.

"What did you say?," he almost shouted.

Sonya knew she had somehow failed a test. "Nothing, sir...I was just scarred...I am sorry."

"You better be sorry, and you'd better not resist anymore. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

Carl gave her a light slap across the face, and then returned to the other end of the table. Nick handed him the dildo.

"Get the fly swatter," Carl said to Nick.

Carl again positioned the dildo at her entrance and began to apply pressure. With his other hand he took the fly swatter from Nick and began to slap her ass around the dildo.

"Your punishment for resistance is that you will have to open up for this little intruder while being spanked. The longer you hold out, the worse it will be for your tender ass."

Swat...swat...swat

"Ohhhhh...ahhhhhhh...pleeeeease," she was sobbing again.

The skin on her ass was super sensitive, and Carl dragged the rough fabric of the fly swatter across it after every spank. Steadily he increase the pressure against her hole.

Finally she could stand it no longer, and she relaxed her muscle. The dildo slid in all the way.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"That's a good girl," said Carl. "We will leave that in for the next few hours while we play with you. Now it's time for your reward."

Carl motioned for Nick to join him in putting a single index finger in her pussy. "Put your finger on one side of her clit, and I will be on the other side. We are going to push our fingers together and roll her clit until she comes."

The combination of two men's fingers on her clit and the dildo in her ass was driving Sonya toward an orgasm like she had never known. "Ohhhhhh damn, ohhhh shit, ohhhh my god, ahhhhhhhh..."

She was bucking her hips like a horse gone wild, and it was all the men could do to keep there fingers in the right place.

"NOWWWW, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as the orgasmic spasm took over her body. 

Carl smiled, knowing he had broken in another one.



Waitress of My Own



"You know that I've always had a thing for waitresses..."

"And now you have one of your very own," she chuckled, lying close, body snuggled tight to mine, head on my shoulder so that the moist warmth of her breath flowed along my neck. She seemed to realize the effect that this had on me because she snugged up even tighter, our bodies overlapping, and kissed where her breath lay dewy on my neck. Then she delicately licked that flesh, her tongue flat, moving up and down my throat slowly, just firmly enough not to tickle.

My attention was consumed by the tonguing, so that I did not notice at first that her hand slid over my hip, across my belly, and was wrapped around my increasingly hard cock.

"Ohhh, somebody really likes this!" she breathed into my ear.

Her fist pumped my erection.

"I love how I can make you so hard so soon after we fucked. I must really turn you on."

All I could do in response was groan as she nibbled my earlobe.

"I can tell that you don't even mind that I'm not one of those barely legal bunnies you lust after when you go in the restaurants - you find me just as sexy; you know that I keep myself in shape; and that my experience has taught me tricks the youngsters would blush over if they even knew they exist; and that I'm not afraid to try anything. Anything," she repeated that last challenge just before biting the point of my shoulder.

I enjoyed the tingle of pain, which was odd because generally I'm a pretty dominant guy, quite capable of being the top in whatever games my mates wanted to play. She was just being playful now, though, I knew - not asserting dominance, more like a kitten asking the alpha for a rumble.

My cock was ready to rumble by then, but she was kissing her way across my chest and down my belly, so I just waited to see what might happen next. I stayed silent, my fingers twisting in her dense curls my only action.

"Of all the gin joints in all the world, you had to go walking into mine..." she did a bad Bogie. She also looked nothing like Ingrid Bergman, other than the dyed blonde hair - Bergman was all icy brittle beauty, this waitress was all intense heat.

"Not exactly a gin joint..." I managed to respond, but then groaned as she bit my left nipple.

While I was focussed on the pain, she shifted abruptly, her head bobbing down, her breath warm against my helmet, but not yet taking me in her mouth.

"While you ate your dinner, were you hard thinking about my wet mouth sucking you off? Did you imagine my tongue slowly running up and down your hard cock? Did you crave a chance to fuck my throat until you cum, great gobs of goo gushing into me, filling me up, until I can't swallow any

more?"

"I wanted to take you into the back and bend you over and fuck you," I replied as she swallowed my cock in one smooth slurp to the root. Only once my tip was bumping into the back of her throat did she tighten her lush full lips around the base of my shaft, her fingers toying with my balls.

We had met in a proper restaurant. I had been there a few times before, as always chatting up the staff to avoid boredom, and perhaps fuel a few fantasies. Restaurants secretly call single diners "losers" and I always tried to counter that feeling by acting right at home. Having spent many evenings in similar situations, I did feel that way, and had become adept at making temporary friends who I over-tipped. In my younger days, that often lead to partying, occasional random sex, and a pool of fun loving beauties handy when I needed a showy date for a wedding or office function. Wait staff always knew how to have a good time.

Perhaps if I had married a waitress, it would have worked out better. Though I had met my ex-wife in a bar, I quickly learned that did not count. The good times with her were short lived, and soon I was single again - eating alone in restaurants alternate nights, so I did not tire of my own good but plain cooking. I continued to admire and chat with the servers, but they stayed the same age as I got older. As I grew into understanding my sexual tastes, I recruited partners on fetish websites, where perversions were expected and did not shock. Though I imagined sex with waitresses as I jerked off on my solo mornings, I had not picked one up.

Until I met this one, who was busy licking my hard cock like a lollipop.

"I like to stroke and suck your big cock almost as much as I loved it in my cunt," she moaned. I noticed that her free hand was tweaking her right nipple. My hand wandered down between our bodies until I found her wet creamy cunt. I finger fucked her slowly, knowing that she might be tender from our vigorous fuck. I was careful to graze her clit, but just a tease, barely a touch. Her hips twitched in response.

She ran her velvet tongue around the rim of my swollen purple cockhead. Precum was glistening on the slit. A tiny bubble formed, which she caught on her tongue, making a dramatic show of savouring my taste.

"I love how you suck cock."

I was surprised to hear those words come out of my mouth. Normally, I preferred giving oral rather than receiving - I had munched her carpet before we had fucked. I figured that was because I masturbated so much that my own touch pleased me as much as a woman's, even if it was her mouth. But this waitress was perhaps the best cocksucker that I had ever encountered so I decided to just lie back and enough it for a while.

The next few minutes dissolved without much thinking on my part, though I was far from just lying there. The more she slurped my cock, the more her hips ground against my fingers until she was using me like a dildo.

My balls began to fill until they felt ready to burst. I was really glad that I had deposited a load in her pussy already, because coming too soon would not show this blowjob the respect it deserved. As if reading my mind, she gripped my root tightly in her fingers, making a fleshy cock ring to restrain my seed from squirting up my shaft into her hungry mouth. She ran her flattened tongue up from my aching scrotum to my tip then paused, looking up at my face.

"Beg..." she instructed. And I did, as out of character as it was.

"Please, I want to fill your mouth with my seed..." I said as I began to fuck her mouth slowly, curling my fingers, grabbing tendrils of hair for leverage, pushing my hips upward. My thumb had somehow guided itself to her pearl, and was strumming a tune that might please her.

"More, you can do better..."

"Fuck my big cock with your mouth, you slut, you're the one who really wants it," I turned the tables. That earned me a quick nip from her teeth on the sensitive flap under my cockhead.

"Please, make me come. I need your soft mouth around my shaft."

That earned me a healing kiss where she had just bitten. She took my thick shaft deep again into her soft mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she lowered her face over my cock, taking it deeper and deeper until once more I felt the back of her throat. Somehow, she then relaxed her muscles, and bobbed up and down, taking me deeper with each repetition. Each thrust elicited another groan from me, and that led to me thrusting my fist harder into her slit, her hips fucking me harder.

I lay there groaning with lust as she deep-throated my cock again and again just like a porn star. She teased the sensitive cap with teeth or tongue each time she pulled off my cock. I wondered if she could just go on forever, because I no longer wanted to come - I wanted this blow job to never end. My hand still rested against her cunt, but I was no longer doing my part of the fucking - only her hips kept moving so that in a sense I was still finger fucking her, but really, she was using my fist to masturbate.

Her breathing became more laboured, her entire body quivered. Still, she made love to my cock even as she moved from having a tingly clit to an orgasm which shook the bed.

"I would love to taste your come, to swallow it all, but there is something I think I'd like even better," she moaned as the quaking subsided.

I took her in my arms and kissed her softly. I kissed her mouth, her eyes, her ears, and then all the way down the side of her throat, caressing her wonderful tits as I did so. Her nipples were hard before my mouth reached the first one. I took my time licking and sucking those rubbery treasures, while caressing down along her belly. She eased her thighs wide open, and my fingers invaded her sex as I tongued her navel. My waitress' cunt was very wet indeed, her swollen lips loving the attention, growing all puffy.

"Let me taste you, my dear," I moaned as my breath bathed her open cleft, while my fingers slide along her wet glistening labia. She was moaning a little, losing her control, writhing on the mattress. Her feet were wide apart, so I slid into the space all the better to touch her, to eat her.

"Ohhh, I like what you're doing," she sighed, "but it wasn't exactly what I had...in...mind..."

"Maybe not, but let me finish what I started."

I continued by dipping my finger into her honeypot and wiping it on my lips, making a show of my tongue darting out. Then I slowly licked her juices from her hips, my tongue travelling all around her flower without ever licking it. She was soaking the sheets with her excitement. Her nectar was running down her taint, lubricating her anal cleft so I licked it up, teasing her anus with the tip of my tongue I kept the fingers of one hand working her cunt, thumbing her clit while I used the middle finger of the other hand to slowly explore her rear entrance. She squirmed harder in response to this new sensation. I gently start pushing my finger in and out of her rear and licked back up to her cunt, using my tongue to torment her swollen clit.

Her entire body shook, bouncing off the bed, her head twisting back and forth on the pillow.

"Geez!" she hissed as she twisted beneath my face. Her feet continued to kick at the bed pushing her away from me like she might back up the headboard and then the walls. She grabbed my hair, making me think that she was trying to pull my face away from her overstimulated sex, but when I slowed, she pushed her slit up against my mouth, and then I understood that she was making sure that I kept going.

"Ohhhh yessss...just like that..." she sighed, " ...ohhhh...please...please, more...al...most... there."

I drove two fingers deep up her ass as I stabbed at her clit with my tongue and grazed it with my teeth. Her climax lifted her hips off the bed, grinding her pelvis against my chin, my mouth buried in her wet writhing flesh. I could feel her nerve ends exploding around my cheeks.

"Wow" she said after a moment, grabbing two fists full of my hair to drag my head from her womb. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time. But I'm still an old fashioned gal - I need a good hard fucking."

As she spoke, she was still tugging my face up her body. I tried to capture a nipple in my mouth but she did not pause until our mouths met. Her tongue wasted no time invading my cheeks, rolling about enthusiastically. I felt her hips under mine rotating to the same unheard music.

I had been so focussed on her that I was scarcely aware that my cock was rock hard, firmer than it had been in decades probably, until she brushed one hip against it, making my tip tingle. As her fingers slid between us, guiding my tool towards her wetness, I grasped her buttocks. As soon as she had me lined up, I lifted her off the mattress and fucked her with all my strength, burying my fullness deep inside her cunt in a single stroke. She grunted in shock, but soon was thrusting in response, and her abdominals began clenching around my shaft. I was not able to move much inside that tightness, but I hoped that the throbbing of my flesh was enough to give her some pleasure.

To add to her experience, I slid a finger around her ass until I once again slid past her sphincter, fucking both of her holes at once. I also discovered that if I rotated my hips, I could fuck her using my cock like a corkscrew, moving inside of her despite her tightness. Next, I started rotating her hips in the opposite direction. We both became absorbed in the motion, which gradually loosened her up, until without even thinking about it, I began fucking her with long deep strokes while my fingers continued to explore her ass.

The rhythm was intoxicating, my brain in a fog, totally in the moment, my balls pulling up tight to my groin ready to gush a load of seed deep into her waitressly womb. I suppose I ought to have worn a condom, but at that moment, caution was abandoned for lust. I could tell by the way that her walls spasmed that she also was close to another climax. My left hand moved between our bodies, finding her clit, as my right hand stimulated her ass, fucking that hole deeper and faster. Our lips locked and our tongues danced as she hooked a leg behind me, holding me tight as her orgasm shook the bed. That triggered my eruption, semen shooting deep inside of her, our bodies locked together as I spurted repeatedly, flooding her cavity, but still she would not release me. I slipped off into sleep still buried deep inside of her, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me.

In the morning, I awoke to see her slipping her panties on up underneath the skirt of the waitress dress that hung open, her shoulders slipped through the sleeves.

"Oh, you're awake," she smiled, tossing her hair straight and then starting to do up buttons.

"Same time next month?" I asked.

"Can't beat the tips," she laughed, adjusting her tits under the deep cut of the uniform.

"And I have to keep going to a restaurant where I have a waitress of my own."

As she disappeared, the hotel room door closing behind her, my mind turned to how I might make these trips more than monthly...



Waitress Slut



** This was a Christmas present for my Master, who is a kick ass dom, an awesome person, and a wonderful friend. Merry Christmas sir! **

He watched her toss the garbage into the dumpster and pause to rub her back. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her shirt was half pulled out of her skirt. He frowned. She looked exhausted and unkempt. He had come to the conclusion about a week ago that she was not taking care of herself but this solidified it. 

She went back into the dinner. He checked his watch. He still had another half hour until the end of her shift and then about fifteen minutes before the manager left her alone to clean and close. He could never figure out why she put up with that manager always leaving her all the work to do. Maybe he would ask her about it in time. 

He shut off his truck and walked slowly into the small café, taking a seat in a booth along the far wall. She emerged from the kitchen and smiled at him, gesturing that she'd be just a minute. He watched the sway of her hips in the black skirt as she took a cup of coffee to the elderly man at a table. She bent over slightly and he admired the round curve of her ass, wishing it was already his to do as he pleased. 

She turned and came to his table. 

"Hello Allison." He said. He could have sworn he saw her shiver the tiniest bit. 

"Hiya stranger." She said with a grin. It had been their inside joke for the past couple of weeks. He, of course, knew her name from the gold tag pinned on her chest and greeted her with it. 

"The usual please, Allison." He said, looking her in the eye and enjoying the spark of lust that he saw there. 

"Coming right up." Allison said, swallowing hard and turning for the kitchen. 

Finally, he was the only one left in the café. Allison appeared beside his table, broom in hand, shifting slightly as if she was nervous. "Do you mind if I start cleaning up?" 

"Of course not." He reached out and brushed her hand. "Do you need me to leave?"

She shook her head. "No, finish your coffee!"

He waited until he heard her tell the manager good night before he swallowed the last gulp of his coffee. He put a five down on the table and waved good night to her. He walked out the door and around the café, leaning against the kitchen entrance to wait for her. 

A few minutes later, Allison came out of the door and locked it behind her. She caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye and screamed. "My God, you scared me." 

"Do you want to be taken care of Allison?" He asked. 

"What?" She asked, her hand pressed to her heart as if she could slow it's beating. 

"Do you want to be taken care of?" He said again, slowly. 

"Of- of course." She said. "But-"

"Good." He said and took a step towards her. "And you find me attractive don't you Allison?" 

"I-I- well." She took a step away from him, her back against the brick wall.

"It's a yes or no question Allison. Do you find me attractive?" He took another step towards her, caging her into the wall.

"Yes," she squeaked out. 

"Good girl." He said. "but next time, it's 'yes, sir.'"

"What?" Now the spark and the fight was starting to rise to the surface. 

He smiled. He had been looking forward to this, to the taming of her fire. "You will address me respectfully at all times Allison. That's rule number one." 

"Listen, buddy-" 

He grabbed her ponytail and pulled it taunt. Her eyes widened. "I don't like repeating myself, Allison. You will address me respectfully at all times. Do you understand?" 

She began twisting and pushing against his chest. "Let go of me!" 

"Do you need a gag Allison?" 

"A gag?" She stopped struggling to stare at him. "You are one sick freak. Let go of me now!"

He pushed her up against the wall and pinned her there with a hand against her throat. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Allison's eyes grew wide and she started screaming against his hand. He pulled up her skirt and fingered her roughly, feeling her pussy giving him a little bit of her sweet cream. He licked his fingers then ripped her white button up shirt open, exposing her flat white stomach and adorable belly button. He stroked his cock quickly, knowing how close he was. It didn't take long until he was cumming all over her stomach. He watched it collect in her belly button. 

"You're such a sexy cum slut." He whispered, touching her belly button. 

In a swift move, he grabbed her hair with one hand then spun her so the he had his arm flush against her chest. He could feel her breasts soft against his arm and her nipples just starting to harden. Her arms hit uselessly against his stomach and he pulled tighter on her hair. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You're being a naughty girl Allison and it's going to earn you a punishment." 

She started screaming and kicking but he easily pulled her to his truck. He let go of her hair so he could reach into the truck bed for his supplies. He grabbed the water bottle first. Without saying a word, he grabbed her chin and forced her mouth open and her head back, pouring the liquid down her throat. She choked and gagged but he knew she had swallowed enough of the sedative. He released her chin and looked down into her wide and scared green eyes. 

"What did you do to me?" she whispered. 

"Just a sedative." He assured her. He set her carefully on the seat of the truck as she drifted into unconsciousness. 

She woke up naked, her arms and legs tied and spread. He stood just out of her sight, watching her tugging on her restraints. She started whimpering. 

"Quiet slut." He said. 

She snapped her head to look at him. "Please let me go. Please? I'll do anything. Anything. Just let me go." 

He slapped her across the face. "I told you to be quiet."

She closed her mouth and watched him, fear in her eyes. 

"Good girl." He ran his hand along her bare thigh and up her stomach, circling her bellybutton slowly and teasingly. "I have some rules that you're going to need to remember but I think it's easiest if I show them to you, don't you think slut?" 

"Please." She whispered. "Don't do this." 

He reached up and twisted her nipple hard. "If you can't be quiet slut, I will be forced to gag your hot little mouth and that will ruin my fun." He released her nipple then twisted it again. "What was your first rule?"

"To address you respectfully." She answered quickly. 

He responded by twisting her nipple again. She gasped. 

"Respectfully...?" He prompted her. 

"Sir!" she cried and he released her nipple. He palmed her breasts for a moment, tweaking her nipples, feeling the slight weight of her small breasts. He could hear her breath pick up but she still tried to twist away from him. 

He let go of her breasts and moved between her legs. "Next rule: your body belongs to me. I decide when to give it pain and when to give it pleasure. Your orgasms belong to me. I decide when you cum." 

He began rubbing her clit in slow gentle circles. He slid his other hand further down to her pussy. She was already wet. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Someone is already excited." He began to push a finger into her hot, tight hole. 

She began to panic. "Stop! Don't do this! Please don't do this!" She screamed and thrashed her hips, trying to fight him away. But it was useless. He finger fucked her harder and faster. Her protests turned to moans and when he began to feel her hips moving in sync with his fingers, he pulled away. She moaned again at the loss and he smiled at her. 

"Not yet slut." He moved away from her. He picked up a cane from the chair in the corner. He moved her restraints so that she was now lying on her back. 

"You were quite naughty earlier." He traced the cane along her back and over her smooth round ass. He slid the end of the cane between the crack of her, pushing on the tight rosebud of her ass. 

"Please, no!" She whispered, thrashing her head. "Please not my ass." 

Twack! He brought the cane down straight across her ass. "What is rule number one?" 

He pushed the end of the cane back on her asshole, waiting for her response. 

"Please not my ass, sir?" she corrected quietly. 

"Good girl. Now, who's body is this?" he asked. 

" Yours sir?" She said. 

"Good. Now beg me for a spanking." 

"WHAT? No! Please, just leave me alone! Get away from me." 

Twack! Twack! Twack! He brought the cane down sharply three times in a row across her ass and waited. 

He could practically see the struggle flowing through her body and he knew by the slight slump of her shoulders when she submitted. 

"Please spank me sir." She whispered. 

"Louder slut. I told you to beg for it and I expect you to beg for it like the whore you are." 

"Please sir, spank my ass. Hit me hard sir. Please?" She shouted. 

He immediately began landing blows across her ass with the cane. She took the first two without a sound, just flinching. Then with the following blows she began to moan and finally to shout. Her ass was turning a nice rosy color and he could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. He dropped the cane and smoothed his hand over her ass, warm with his markings. He smacked her ass with his bare hand then cupped her ass and squeezed and kneaded it. He spanked her twice more, squeezing her ass between each one. 

He stepped back to admire the picture: her red ass, tear stained face, helpless and all his. He was rock hard, his cock aching for attention. He stroked himself slowly. He couldn't wait to have that tear stained face looking up at him with those soft red lips wrapped around his cock. 

He slid his hand between her legs again, moving his fingers across her clit and feeling her soaking pussy. 

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He said softly, sliding his finger in and out of her wet pussy. She only whimpered in response. He stretched her with his fingers and felt her hips moving back against his thrusts. He lined up his hard, aching cock against her hole. He thrust his cock hard into her, loving her scream s and moans. 

"Who's body is this?" He asked, pistoning his hips in and out of her. 

"Yours sir!" she cried. 

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to." He smacked her ass and felt her pussy spasm around his cock. 

"Please sir!" she cried. 

He slowed his thrusts. "Please what?" She tried to move her hips, tried anything to get him moving again. 

She moaned frustrated. "Please sir?"

"Please what?" He said again, fingering her clit, feeling her body tense around him. 

She muttered something. 

He reached up and grabbed her hair. "What was that slut?"

"PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!" she yelled. 

He pulled her hair tighter, forcing her back to arch and began to pound into her. "You may cum after I do slut, do you understand?" 

"Yes sir." She was breathless from the angle and the hard fucking he was giving her. 

He thrust hard and finally allowed himself the release, feeling her spasm around him, milking him as soon as he had finished.



Waitressing



As an early warning: This is going to be a short story. Given the current situation, my intention is to put down as much relevant information as I can and get the story submitted. I apologize in advance if there are points I miss. I'm not looking for a literary award here.

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It's a late Wednesday night as I sit here in bed, the TV on with the volume down to a low murmur. My husband asleep next to me having no idea I just got home, showered and crawled into bed. He's been working late nights this past week and had been having trouble sleeping, so his doctor gave him something to help him sleep.

Jay, my husband is a very handsome man and I couldn't have picked a better man to marry. We just celebrated our 20th anniversary this summer. We married young; he's in his early 40's and I am in my late 30's. He's average height at about 6 feet tall, lean/muscular build with dark hair and green eyes. 

I am 5 foot 7, I work out and am very active and as a result, I feel that I am in the best shape of my life. I hover between 120-125 lbs, I have blonde hair that falls just below my shoulders and blue eyes. For those of you who like the more intimate details, I have 34DD (store bought) tits and was freshly waxed down stairs just yesterday; I keep it smooth because my husband loves it. However, a few times a year I change it up with either a landing strip or a little triangle.

I work at a local bar/grill as a waitress, not because we need the money, but because I wanted to get out and do something. This job has certainly been fun, but there are times where I just can't stand the drama of the other girls I work with. Most of the girls are in their early twenties and the level of immaturity is astonishing. There are a number of guys that I work with as well and a just about all of them are very cute.

Anyhow, back to my story...

My name is Katie, and although I have showered and cleaned myself up, my panties are soaking wet as I still have cum leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy.

I am not sure when it started. I'm not even sure why it ever happened, but what is surprising is that I thought I would've felt much more guilt than I do.

The guilt I should be feeling is because the cum leaking out of my pussy belongs to William, the 29 year old bartender I work with.

I met William about 6 months ago. He transferred over to the bar/grill I work at from a sister location. William is a very outgoing person. He stands at about 6'1, just slightly taller than my husband, but not as muscular. He is probably about 185 lbs. Not scrawny, but definitely not a muscle head. I would say he has an average build, but he is very handsome. He has jet black, short hair; dark eyes, no facial hair with a chiseled jaw. 

Will and I hit it off when we first met. His witty humor type personality is just very easy to get used to. He is very comfortable talking to just about everyone and I was no different. We were always a great team and our fun personalities just clicked. After a few weeks of working together, we realized that we were always paired up on the same shift. I had asked the manager about it and she pointed out that when we were paired up together, the nightly revenue always seemed to be higher.

I am naturally a flirtatious person. After the many, many conversations with Jay about it, it's apparent that 'flirtatious' has different meanings depending on the sex of the person you ask. For most girls, being flirtatious simply means that comments we make are "feel good" type comments. There's really no reading into these trying to find a hidden meaning or agenda. As Jay says, 'flirtatious' from a guy's perspective is part of foreplay and is a guide to determine when "he's" going to get into "her" pants. As an example of my flirtatious attitude, I will refer to my coworkers and some customers as "hun", "babe" and/or "sugar" along with a touch of the arm or chest or putting my arm around a waist, etc.

Because Will and I worked together so often, my flirtation and his flirtation eventually merged into this fun, flirtation/suggestive comment type friendship that ended every night with him asking when Jay was going to let me have a sleepover with him.

I kept nothing from Jay. I would tell him about my time at work and the comments that Will would make and some of the offensive comments some of the drunk customers would make. Jay took it all in with his usual non-chalant attitude and would even coach me on better comebacks that came in handy. 

I guess being in that environment and allowing myself to get comfortable with Will, it's pretty natural that the suggestive comments and the touchy/feely situations would progress. They actually progressed quite rapidly! Will was always pushing the boundaries, in some cases I would have to tell him to stop, but looking back, he didn't really stop, just changed tactics and eventually would get to where I was "ok" with some of the comments and touching.

The most recent and the turning point in this work relationship happened two days ago. I stayed later than I normally would to help close as the other waitress left sick early. Will was left in charge to lock up, so I helped clean up, get new silverware wrapped and on the tables while Will took inventory of the bar. I was in the kitchen, rolling in the left over silverware and had stacked the last rack of glasses when Will came behind me, wrapped his arms around me and cupped my tits. As he did, he jokingly said that we should hurry up so I could take these back for Jay to play with. Instead of making him take his hands off, I put my hands over his and told him that they would have to wait a few days as Jay was overwhelmed with work and on sleeping medication. Will said he was sorry to hear that and said he would be willing to be a stand in until then. Suddenly, he pushed his right hand down, kissed my neck and dropped his hand into the front of my jeans and ran his finger down my slit. I immediately got wet.

He slowly started to push his finger into me when I realized what I was doing and I stopped him. He broke his embrace and apologized for pushing the envelope. I told him that I found him attractive and enjoyed working with him, but that I was married and wasn't looking to risk that. Will said he understood and again apologized.

This part of my workday I did not share with Jay.

Tonight, Will and I worked together again. As usual, our back and forth banter was fun and lively, yet a little more hectic as I was the only waitress due the Jenna being out sick. Again, Will and I closed up shop and since it was a much slower night, we got done pretty quickly. We sat in the kitchen talking about nothing in particular when he again apologized for the previous night. He told me he was really attracted to me, then it happened. We stopped talking. He walked up to me and just kissed me, and... I kissed him back. He put his arms around me and I put mine around his neck. He picked me up and walked me up against the wall. We broke our kiss, locked up and we got into his car. We kissed liked teenagers. He put his hand up my shirt and was fumbling trying to get his hand under my bra. I broke the kiss and pulled my shirt off, reached behind me, undid my bra and threw it on the floorboard. We kissed again and he fondled my tits, he ran his tongue down my nick down to my tits and swirled his tongue around my rock hard nipples. I was lost in lust. 

I pulled his shirt off, he undid my jeans and I pulled them off as he pulled his off along with his boxers. I straddled him as we kissed more and I could feel his hard cock poking into my panties. He ran his hand down, pulled my panties to the side and fingered me. I tried to consume his face as he did. 

I was sopping wet and stroking his cock. He then broke off the kiss and asked me if I was sure that I wanted to do this. I didn't say anything, with his finger in me and my panties pulled to the side, I rose up on my knees guided his cock to where his fingers were as he withdrew them and kept my panties pulled to the side and slowly lowered my hot, wet pussy down onto his hard, throbbing cock. I rode him slowly until he finally bottomed out in me, then I rode him hard. I squeezed his cock as I rode him. His hands all over my tits as I tilted my head back. My legs were burning from that position, so we switched positions. He had one knee on the floor board, I had one leg on the back window and one over his shoulder and he drove his cock in me and assaulted my pussy with a mission. 

The way were positioned had his cock working my G spot and within minutes I came and came hard. I am sure I was yelling loudly to fuck me. He told me he was close, so I lowered my leg from his shoulder to behind his back and told him to cum in me. I wanted to feel him pulse in my pussy and he delivered. I didn't think he was going to stop cumming. We slowed down, but he never went fully soft. He slowly pulled out and reached for his boxers. I asked him if we were done and he said he was just going to clean up. I pulled him to me and took his cock in my mouth. We tasted great. I licked him clean and he was amazed. He said that he had never been with a girl who would do that. Then he leaned down to me and kissed me.

We got dressed and sat there silently for a few minutes. I could tell that he didn't know what to say. I looked over at him and told him that I had fun, he then told me that he had been wanting to fuck me since the first day he started work. I told him that I had to get home. I leaned in and kissed him, jumped out of the car, got in mine and came home. 

So, here I sit, next to my husband typing this story as another man's cum leaks out of my pussy... 

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.