6 comments/ 127718 views/ 55 favorites A Forced Encounter By: JakesZA Sam Gordon smiled, not that he head any reason to, with the traffic bumper to bumper, and other drivers vending their frustration, by hooting and swearing. No, Sam smiled, because for the first time in a long while, he felt good. The past few years had been tough, after his accident seven years ago, he had been in a bit of a slump. Ok, more than a bit, he had been a ghost of his former self. After finishing school, he traveled the world, looking for, and finding adventure. From skydiving in New Zeeland, mountain climbing in Mongolia, scuba diving in shark invested waters of the Caribbean, to great game hunting in Africa, he did it all. He paid for his adventures by doing any odd job that he could find; his last job was as a diamond diver, in the rivers of the Congo. Brown murky water, crocodiles, and even rebel troops bearing AK47's, nothing fazed him. Until the day he got hit by a car. He was on his sister's mountain bike, showing off, wheeling up and down the road, just to impress her girlfriends. A car came around the bend, driving slowly, Sam was not worried, and then it happened. The driver of the vehicle suddenly rammed his foot down on the accelerator, increasing his speed from a crawl to dangerous, weaving all over the road, and the last thing Sam remembered was getting hit from behind. He regained consciousness two days after the accident, his crying sister informed him that his back among other things was broken, and that they were going to operate on him to try and fix it. Twenty seven years old, and now he was going to be a paraplegic, he wanted to kill himself. The operation was a success, and the doctors somehow managed to put Humpty Dumpy back together again. Years of martial arts training helped, but after the operation he was warned, no heavy lifting and no strenuous exercise. His adventure was over. The driver that hit him had some kind of seizure, which caused him to loose control. With no medical aid, most of the money Sam received from the drivers insurance was used for hospital bills, and for treatment afterwards. The rest he spent on an accountancy course, and a place to call home. Two years later he got a job as an apprentice accountant at Fisher & Sons Diamond house, and he is still working for them today. Fisher's was small back then, but after five years, good years, the business opened a second shop. Sam stayed at the old shop, the owners bought the two neighboring businesses behind them, and after breaking down the walls that separated them, increased the size of the old shop. His office is situated somewhere in the middle of the three original shops, and even if his salary was good, Sam was not happy. The two years of treatment after the accident, and the following four years as a tax payer after that left him frustrated. He became an overweight middle age man, who after being exposed to young, fresh and beautiful women all day, went back home to a boring life, and a dull apartment. Fisher & Sons was in the jewelry business, they created fine looking, expensive jewelry for bored house wives, and cheating husbands. After the action filled life he used to live and now not being able to exercise or do anything fun, Sam became depressed. Any normal male would give their nuts to work with six beautiful women every day, who wore short, sexy and revealing outfits, cock teasing the only two male workers on a daily basis. Sam and Samuel, the security guard, or as the ladies called them, fat Sam and old Sam. The owner's sons worked there, but you never saw them, the two men were always away on business, traveling the world over to buy precious stones and other materials. Leaving the business in the capable hands off two female managers, and Sam's boss just happened to be the bitch from hell. Things began changing a year ago, when Sam after visiting a new doctor, were told to change his lifestyle, or die of a heart attack before his fortieth birthday. After explaining about his injured back, the new doctor laughed, and send him to see a trainer called Manny, at a specialized gym for paraplegics. With Manny's help, they worked out a program for him, and within a few months, Sam lost nearly fifty pounds. After six months with Manny, he was send to a normal gym, and although he had to be careful with his back, Sam began building muscle again. With the exercising, and generally feeling better about himself, he became more confident, and even began dating woman again. Sex improved his mood, and Sam felt more like a human. The woman at work realized that something was different about Sam, but since he kept on wearing his by now oversized clothes, they still called him fat Sam. His boss Sandra, the bitch from hell, became even bitchier the past year. She broke up with her husband at the beginning of the year, so she hated men even more than usual. After a long divorce battle, that ended just a week ago, and with her mind busy with her own problems, she almost missed Sam's transformation. The main reason Sam felt like smiling today, was because he met her ex-husband over the weekend, and realized why they separated, he was completely and utterly gay. How he ever missed that fact, was beyond Sam, but now realizing that Sandra might have been sexually frustrated the past few years, made him smile. He has been fantasizing about the beautiful Sandra, since the day he met her, and even though she was five or six years older than the other women working there, she always managed to make any male in the shop, forget about the pretty young girls helping them to buy a gift, by just walking into the showcase area. Sandra had this drooling effect on male customers, when she helped a poor sucker buy a gift for his wife or girlfriend, the poor man always spent twice the amount, that he planned spending in the first place, just to impress her. Men's brains just lost the function to think clearly around her, and female customers wanted to be her. The five other girls working there were all chosen for their beauty, but Sandra was the star, main attraction. Her ex-husband was also very attractive, when the two of them showed up at a party; people would stop talking, and just stare, thinking to themselves that two such beautiful beings belong together, if they only knew. The other girls always said that her ex seemed like such a cold fish, but he had been very friendly with Sam, so Sam thought the women had it wrong, Sandra was the cold one, now he knew the reason. Sam had been on a date with a woman he met at the gym, although very pretty and well built, the blond haired lady quickly bored him with her talk. All she talked about was herself, and Sam regretted that he agreed to spend a whole day with her and her friends sailing. They were on a large yacht, and everyone onboard was dressed in swimming costumes, except for Sam. Although he was in good shape by now, the scars from his accident, and the operations afterwards, still made him feel uncomfortable enough, to keep his shirt on. He was busy trying to hide from the blond, who thought that talking about her hair and nails for more than an hour, was interesting conversation, when he ran into Sandra's ex. The ex named William, almost did not recognize him, but with his usual charming way, congratulated Sam on his new look. Sam quickly realized something was different about the way William treated him, till another man joined them, and kissed William just to show Sam, that he was already taken. He quickly explained to both men, that he was onboard with the blond, and that immediately cleared the air, for some normal man talk. With the jealous boyfriend feeling safe about leaving William with Sam, they made their way to the bar, and began the serious matter of getting wasted. After a few drinks, William explained to Sam about his problems with Sandra, and how coming out of the closet ended not only their marriage, but also their friendship. Sam getting drunker by the minute, also decided to come clean, and told William about lusting after his wife for the past five years, but that he hated her with a passion. William found this funny, and said he was probably to blame for Sandra's bad moods, like any normal warm blooded woman, she craved sex, but for the past two years, he barely touched her. The two men spent the next few hours at the bar drinking, talking about Sandra, and then fucking their partners brains out at the end of the day. Sam made the mistake of calling his date Sandra in the throws of ecstasy, while William called his date Sam. With both partners pissed off at them, they left as soon as the yacht anchored, and went pub crawling till the early morning hours. Sam learned allot about Sandra, and William learned that even a drunk Sam, is not a gay Sam. They parted as friends. He spent Sunday on the couch in front of the TV, recovering from his previous nights binge, and by the time he woke up this morning, Sam was energized and ready for work. He has decided to ignore Sandra's bitchy attitude, and plans on asking her to go on a date today. Sam arrived fifteen minutes early for work, and opened up the side entrance with his work keys. With his mind still on Sandra, he did not notice the big guy behind the door, and when a flashlight connected with the back of his head, he fell unconscious to the floor. A blinding pain forced him to open his eyes an hour later, and it took him several minutes to clear his mind enough to focus on his surroundings. He was lying on his side on the floor, and his hands were handcuffed behind him. A few feet away from him, Sandra lay with her back towards him, her long red hair, and sexy bottom in a short black dress, making her easy to identify. Two other sales ladies, Jane and Maggie, sat a few feet from Sandra, with their backs against the wall, and their hands also cuffed behind them. Jane noticed him stirring, and with her head nodding in his direction, made Maggie aware of the fact. Both ladies had been crying, and with tear streaked faces looked on as he maneuvered his body into a sitting position. Maggie whispered softly; "are you ok Sam?" He felt dizzy, and slightly nauseous, but all in all, knew that he would survive. "Yeh, I'll survive, Sandra... are you ok?" Jane answered softly; "they dumped her in here a few minutes ago, I think she put up a fight, and they knocked her out or something." Sam realized they were in the store room at the back of the shop; it still contained two barber chairs, which were too heavy to move, by the previous owners, and left standing here in this room. One of the shops they bought to enlarge their own, used to be a men's haircut and barbering business, so the two chairs were never moved off the property. The store room was ten by ten feet, with one entrance, and a small window in one corner, that looked into an ally. It was mostly empty, except for the barber chairs, and a few racks with boxes on them. "What is going on, do any of you have an idea?" Maggie answered; "today is diamond delivery day, I think they are planning to rob us." Sam moved over towards Sandra before asking; "do you ladies know how many of them there are, and where are the rest of the staff?" Jane answered this time; "there are four guys, the two other girls are being held up front, to let the delivery guys in, and I don't know where the guard Samuel is." Sam reached Sandra, and with his back towards her, felt for a pulse, it was beating strongly, just as he released her handcuffed wrist, she released a sharp exclamation of breath, and in panic moved away from him. "Sandra, relax... it is me Sam." She stopped her wiggling, and sat upright slowly, trying to keep her composure, her short dress began riding up her well formed legs, which drew his gaze away from her face. Turning her head in his direction, she caught him looking, making him blush, so he quickly averted his eyes, focusing on her face. Someone smacked her in the face, she had some dried blood on her lips, and her left check was swollen, but she still looked as beautiful as ever. Watching her trying to remove the dried blood from her lips with her tongue, he asked; "how long have I been out?" Jane answered; "no more than an hour, I showed up just as you entered the shop, but when I walked in, you were lying on the floor, and the four guys grabbed me. The smallest one, I think he is the leader, told me to shut up, and two of them carried you to the room here. The other girls arrived one by one, and they kept us in front, till Sandra arrived. Maggie and me were handcuffed, escorted to this room, and warned not to make any noise, or try something. I could hear Sandra arguing with them, they wanted her to help them, but she refused. Twenty minutes ago, they dropped her here in the store room with us, and that is about everything I know." Sam looked at Sandra; "are you ok?" She took a moment before answering; "I'm fine, that little fucking weasel looking guy, knocked me around a bit, because I told him to go fuck himself, I'm not going to help them." "Weasel looking, don't tell me they aren't wearing masks, if that's the case we are in deep shit?' Sandra answered; "no, they are wearing masks, but he has this weasel shape to his face, that's why I said weasel looking... he sounds like one too." 'That is good news, if they weren't wearing masks, then they would never have left us alive when they were done here, no witnesses." Maggie whispered; "no, they are all dressed in blue overalls, and wearing black ski masks, that covers their faces, they don't use names either, but calls each other by number. It sounds freaky hearing one guy call the other guy, number two, or number one." "I'm glad, that means they are professionals, and without us being able to identify them later, they will not find it necessary to kill us." Sandra whispered with her usual sarcasm; "and what makes you the expert Mr. Accountant, or are you working with them?" Sam decided to ignore her, and asked Maggie; "do they check up on us regularly?" "No, they only came in once to drop Sandra off." Sam replied with a; "good," and lay down on his back again. With some difficulty he managed to slip his wrists under his buttocks and then one leg after the other through the loop made by his hands in the cuffs, so when he finished, he had his hands in front of him. Jane with fear filling her eyes, whispered heatedly; "what are you doing, you just said these guys are professionals, they will hurt us?" Maggie agreed with her, by nodding her head. Sam stood up; "don't worry, I'm just going to try and see what is outside that window, we might be able to signal someone, and get them to call the cops." Fresh tears ran down Jane's cheeks; "no Sam, please... sit down if they catch you, they are going to hurt us." Sandra replied with a sneer in her voice; "oh shut up Jane, I'm not going to sit here and wait for something to go wrong." Mimicking my maneuver of earlier, she rolled onto her back, and slipped her feet through the cuffs, giving me a nice long look at what she had on under that short skirt. The small white g-string only barely covered, what seemed like a nicely shaven pussy, because I could see no pubic hair sticking out from the sides. All too soon for my taste, she cleared both feet, and stood up. Her eyes caught Sam's wondering gaze again, and with a knowing look, she whispered; "the widow is too high up, let me sit on your neck and shoulders, I will see if I can get someone's attention." Sandra walked to the wall underneath the small window, and assumed a slightly bend over position. Sam hoping that his back won't fail him, kneeled down, and stuck his head underneath her skirt, getting another glimpse of her well toned buns, and the small slip of white between them. Without too much effort he lifted Sandra up into the air, and luckily she was high enough to see out of the small window. With excitement in her voice, she whispered; "there is a man here, look...look at me damn you." She waved her arms. "He is looking." Gesturing for him to come closer, she wrote 911 on the window, and made the universal sign for, "call the police." The man seemed to understand her, because he reached into his pocket, and called on his cell phone. He showed her the thumbs up signal, for everything is ok, when the door opened behind them. A man in blue overalls with a cell phone against his ear and a gun in his hand walked in, saying; "ok number five, I got this covered." Sam with Sandra still on top of his shoulders did not have much time to react, and with his hands cuffed in front of him, there wasn't much that he could do. He moved backwards slightly, making Sandra lean forward, and dropped down, forcing her to land in front of him. He did not see the first blow coming, but a sudden pain near his kidney area, knocked the wind out of him. The masked man moved the same time Sam did, and hit Sam with a short powerful kite strike to the kidneys. Sam tried to stay up right, and to use his body as a cover for Sandra, but the damn woman wanted to fight back, and even as the second blow connected with his kidneys, she reared backwards. The second blow took all the strength out of his legs, so to keep Sandra from getting hurt, Sam dropped with his full weight down on top of her, sending them both crashing down to the floor. With Sam now lying spread-eagled across Sandra, the masked man kneeled down over them, hitting Sam all over the back, in his frustration to punish the woman as well. The other two women began crying in earnest now, while Sandra who was unable to move, because of the weight on top of her, swore like an old sailor. Sam just prayed that the masked man would not stand up and kick him in the back, destroying all the good work the doctors did seven years ago. Luckily another masked man entered the room, grabbing the one on top of them, and pulling him away. "What the fuck are you doing number two?" They had a short staring contest, then number two replied; "sorry number one, I just wanted to teach these fuckers a lesson." The second man turned towards the two whimpering women. "Everyone shut the fuck up, and you too bitch." He indicated in Sandra's direction. When the volume of noise in the room lowered to his satisfaction, he continued; "I warned all of you earlier to co-operate, none of you have anything to loose by us taking the diamonds... except for your lives if you interfere." A silence descended upon the room; "but you just would not listen, now we need to take action." Everyone in the small store room remained quiet, like prisoners awaiting a death sentence. Number one walked to Jane, and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up into a standing position. He placed the barrel of his pistol against her head. "You," he indicated in Sam's direction; "get up." Sam's legs still felt weak, but with a soft pain filled groan, he managed to get up slowly. "Walk over to the chair, and don't try any fucking thing, or I will scatter this bitches brains, all over the wall." Sam walked over to the barber chair, and watched as number two pulled the angry looking Sandra to her feet. "Take his cuffs off number two." The other man looked puzzled. "Just do as I say." Number two walked over to Sam, and Sam held his hands out in front of him. Even if he was uncuffed there was nothing he could do, with number one holding a gun against Jane's head. Number two unlocked the handcuffs, and stepped back so that Sam could not use his body as a shield. "Now remove your clothes... everything." Sam looked on puzzled by this turn of events, not moving a muscle. "Number two, grab that bitches hand, and by the time I count to ten, if that fucker is not naked, you shoot a hole through that hand. If I reach twenty, you put another round through her other hand, comprende?" A Forced Encounter Number two grabbed Sandra's left hand, and with an obvious grin of pleasure that could be noticed even under the mask, he pressed the barrel of his gun onto the back of her hand, with enough pressure to force a painful response out of her. "One..." Sam jumped into action, removing his tie, and ripping his shirt open, without bothering to open the buttons. "Two..." He unbuckled his belt, while removing one shoe with the other. "Three..." With his sock covered foot, he kicked off his other shoe, while dragging down his pants. "Four..." Dressed only in his boxer shorts and socks, Sam bent down and began pulling of his shorts. Every eye in the room was on him, and he felt painfully uncomfortable. "Five..." Sam hesitated, looking Sandra in the eyes. Number two grinned even wider, hoping Sam would not do it. "Six..." Sam still hesitated; a red blush filled the top half of his body and face. Sandra looked kind off surprised, they all did, probably thinking that a fat blob would be standing naked in front of them. Instead they all saw a finely toned, muscled body, covered with horrific scars. "Seven..." The word 'seven,' sounded loud in the room. Sam decided to take the plunge, and stuck his left hand in front of his boxers, trying to cover up as much as he can. With an "eight," ringing in his ears, he pulled his boxers off, and kicked them away from him. With both hands covering his privates, he just stood there red faced, looking Sandra in the eyes, daring her to say something. Number two looked disappointed. "Sit down on the chair." Sam sat down. "Now you bitch," he indicated with his gun towards Sandra. With a look of utter contempt, Sandra raised her head, locking eyes with the masked man. "Now me what?" Number one's eyes closed to slits, through the holes in his mask. "Number two, please remove her clothing." Number two grabbed Sandra by the back of her head, pulling her body sideways and off balance. Sandra shrieked, "You mother fucker!" Sam wanted to jump up, but number one now pointed the gun at him. "Sit the fuck down!" Sam sat down, while number two ripped the front of Sandra's beige colored top open, revealing a lacy white bra. "Ok... I will fucking do it myself," Sandra screeched while holding on to numbers two's right hand. "Take the cuffs of her left hand number two, and Sandra... if you do not do as I say, your little friend here will suffer the consequences." He released the hold on Jane, and placed the barrel of his gun against one of her hands. Sandra looked at Sam, and he silently pleaded with his eyes for her to work with them. Number two unlocked one of the cuffs, and Sandra moved away from him as far as the wall behind her would allow. "You are a sick perverted little man," she mocked as she removed her torn blouse. Number one did not respond. Sandra kicked of her high heels, and unzipped her black skirt down the side. With the drop of her hand, the skirt fell to the ground. In every day clothes she looked stunning, but just standing there in a white bra and panties, she looked incredible sexy. Her eyes met Sam's, daring him now to look down. He tried holding her gaze, but the moment her hands unclasped the bra, his eyes dropped. Her breasts were even more magnificent looking in real life, than in his wildest fantasies. He guessed that they were about C-cup size, full with no sagging, and the tips covered by two slightly darkish pink nipples, standing erect with tension. Looking down at the front of her panties, Sam could see a small thin strip of darkish color, through the soft white material. Sandra pulled down her g-string with one hand, while like Sam, tried to cover her nakedness with the other hand. Sam caught a glimpse of brownish pubic hair, shaved in a single strip, but it was only for a second, before she stood up straight, and covered her boobs with her other arm. Sandra did not have an ounce of fat on her body, she looked tanned, fit, and muscled in a soft womanish way, that sent electrical sparks down to Sam's groin area. She was everything he fantasized about for five years, and ten times more. Her abdominal muscles were clearly defined, and with each breath she took, her ribcage showed slightly. There wasn't a mark on her, no blemish, and Sam wondered how even a gay man, can say no to this luscious creature. "Number two, cover this one...closely." Number one released Jane, and walked over to Sandra, grabbing her left hand, pulling it away from her crotch. "Come with me." He dragged her over towards Sam, revealing her pussy in all its glory to Sam's hungry eyes. The short thin line of pubic hair stopped an inch above the slit of her vaginal lips. Like all women who exercised regularly, she had a gap between her legs, in a 'V' till her thighs touched as she was walking. Her pussy looked tight, and almost virginal, her outer labia enclosing its secrets from Sam's lust filled eyes. Sam's eyes caught Sandra's, and another even brighter blush, reddened his face. It is true what they say about nakedness. When a person is naked and vulnerable, that person almost looses the will to fight. So Sandra just followed number one, without struggling. Number one spun her around as they reached Sam, revealing her finely toned ass cheeks to his lingering gaze. Number one then picked Sandra up, and dumped her spread-eagled form on top of Sam. They both were too surprised to say anything. He moved to the back of the barber chair, and grabbed her left hand, with the cuffs, dangling from it, and pulled it backwards. Sandra, who at that time was positioned just below Sam's crotch, and more on his legs, were forced to move backwards, against Sam's body, by number one's forceful pull of her left arm. He grabbed Sam's right arm and pulled it backwards, before he could offer resistance, and locked the handcuffs in place. It did not leave them much room to maneuver, but if both of them kept holding their bodies motionless, it was not painful. Sam felt the other pair of cuffs, enfolding his left ankle; it was a bit painful, because his ankles were much thicker than his wrists. Number one then dragged Sandra's right leg backwards and cuffed her by the ankle too. Sandra cried out in dismay; "what the fuck do you think you are doing meat head?" Number one laughed; "try getting out of this position bitch, "and he stepped around inspecting his handwork. Sandra moved slightly to the left, to take the ease out of the strain of the handcuffs holding them together, but although they had one arm and a leg free, the barber chair did its work, making it impossible for them to leave the chair. With frustration in her voice, Sandra ordered Sam; "use your left hand to cover my breasts at least." Sam enfolded her body with his left arm, feeling her erect nipples pressing against his forearm, while she covered her crotch from view with her right hand. "Now you two," he indicated with his raised pistol at Jane and Maggie. "You know the drill." Number two unlocked their handcuffs, and both women with tears slowly dripping down their faces, began to strip. Sam calculated their ages in the lower twenties, both of them were clothed in the standard, soft silk blouses, and short business like dark skirts. Maggie revealed a pinkish bra, which she took off before dropping her skirt to the floor. Her breasts were slightly bigger than Sandra's with large brownish areolas around her small nipples, and because of their fullness, they drooped only slightly. She first had to remove her stockings, and then kicked off her flowery covered g-string, revealing a dark bush of pubic hair. Jane removed her top and skirt, before taking of her light blue colored push-up bra. Her tits were small in comparison to Maggie, with puffy areolas, and inverted nipples. Her pantie was also blue, but darker in color, and it was more hot pants style, than panty. The soft material fitting her like a second skin, after removing it, her shaven pussy with its thick outer lips, and slightly protruding inner lips, were revealed. Maggie was seated first, with Jane on top of her, and the girls were cuffed in the same manner as Sam and Sandra. Both girls had excellent shapes, but in their case it was more a case off youth that counted for their flawless beauty, than going to the gym every day. They also did not show the same shyness that Sandra and Sam did when they were stripping. Once naked, not one of them tried hiding their nakedness, but they were both scared shitless, and although they were not crying, their bodies shivered with fear. The masked men looked on as if the perfect naked beauty on display in front off them had to effect on them, and Sam was happy for that. Rather have the robbers disinterested than having them rape the poor girls. "Now I'm only going to say this once more, we are after the diamonds, so if you want to avoid bloodshed, don't fucking make me come in here again." With that both men left, closing the door behind them. It was quiet in the room for a few moments, Sandra wiggled her body around, to get into a comfortable position, but with Sam's dick right under her pussy, it was making it hard for him to concentrate. "Will you please sit still for a moment," he whispered. Sandra thought he was still hurting from the punishment number two lay on him earlier, so she softly apologized; "oh, I'm sorry, are you still hurting?" Sam trying to keep his mind from thinking about how fantastic she felt on top of him replied with a curt; "yes." Jane and Maggie also moved their bodies around, trying to get more comfortable, but it was easier for them, because they were almost similar in height, weight, and build. Maggie whispered loud enough for Sam to hear; "what now?" Sam replied: "we wait, does anyone here know what time the guys delivering the diamonds arrive?" Sandra answered; "they normally come just after twelve, and the last time I looked it was close to ten." "So two, maybe three hours at the most, allot can still happen in that time." Jane turned her head sharply in his direction; "please Sam, don't do anything... I'm begging you. That big guy that pounded you earlier...he scares me. I just get the feeling that...that he is on a very short leash." Before Sam could reply, Sandra spoke; "yes, talking about that, what the fuck were you thinking, holding me down like that. The next time you want to play the hero, don't do it with me, I can handle my own shit." Sam did not answer her, instead he said; "they are probably holding the other two girls at the front, to chase customers away, and I have the idea that the robbers broke in here during the night, they were already inside when I arrived." They all chewed on that bit of information for awhile, before Maggie said; "the diamond couriers are armed, this could still get ugly." Sam spoke up first; "like I said earlier, the robbers seems well organized and professional. We now know that they have guys covering the outside, so with at least five of them, they will easily overpower the diamond guards." Sandra asked: "I wondered what happened to old Sam?" She was referring to the guard. Sam thought they must have grabbed him first, and are holding him somewhere in a vehicle. Samuel was armed, so he must have been their main worry. There are probably six robbers, four inside, one in the back, and one in a getaway vehicle. He kept his thoughts to himself, as he watched Maggie and Jane get into more comfortable positions. Their barber chair was facing them sideways, and he had a clear view of both girls' right sides. The sight of their nakedness, and the soft delicious flesh on top of him, was very distracting. It took all of his will power to focus his thoughts, but just then Sandra moved, and to his utter dismay, he felt his penis responding. He whispered in her ear, more urgently this time; "please stop moving." Sandra began replying with; "I'm trying to...OH?" She felt a sudden pressure underneath her. When she lifted her hand away from her own crotch, she could see the top of Sam's penis twitching, the soft shape began filling with blood, changing its color from white to light reddish. Maggie, who was about to say something, watched Sandra looking down, and following her gaze, realized what is happening. She nudged Jane, and now with three women looking at his rapidly growing erection, Sam could do nothing but bear it. "For fuck sakes ladies, can't you all look somewhere else," Sam growled with frustration. Sandra replied with a sarcastic: "typically male, we are all facing death, and all a man can think of is getting laid." Her remark made the other two girls smile, and Sam wanted to reply with some cutting reply of his own, saying something about her gay ex, but he managed to control his temper. Sam closed his eyes, and tried to counting numbers, anything to get his mind of her. Sandra took some pity on him; "I will try to move upwards." She placed her left foot in the foot rest, and pushed her body upwards. This made the cuffs bite into their ankles, but the pain was preferable to the humiliation Sam felt at that moment. It placed Sandra's buttocks just above his penis, on his pubic bone and hair. She also opened her legs wider, to avoid contact, but now free from pressure above, his dick sprang up between her thighs. When normally erect, his penis stood up at an angle, so her moving did not help much, his dick head now lay on top of her pubic hair, still jumping and twitching, rubbing against her pussy. The room was silent; everyone was watching the little monster grow, all their problems forgotten at that moment. Sam released his grip around her upper body, and allowed his left arm fall down onto the chairs armrest. From his view over her shoulders he could see, down all the way to her pubic hair, with his dick sticking out, like a lost beacon. Sam whimpered almost; "please girls, I can't help it, I'm sorry...can we all just focus on the real problem." Maggie replied first; "why are your body covered in scars?" "I was in an accident, seven years ago, and the doctors had to basically screw me together. So most of the scars are from those operations. This scar," he pointed at an arrow shaped red mark on his left forearm; "I got in New Zeeland, when I crash-landed in some trees, after the wind blew my parachute off course." He knew he was blabbering, but he needed to take his mind of the naked woman. He lifted his right leg; "a small crocodile got hold of me while I was diving in the Congo, it looks worse than it actually should, but there aren't any nice hospitals there." "A saltwater crock, and why the Congo," Jane asked? "No, my last job, before I began working here actually, I was a diamond diver in the rivers of the Congo." Just when his penis began to slightly relax, Sandra said; "I'm sorry, I have to move down, my ankle is loosing circulation." She moved her hips down, and pushed his dick downwards with her buttocks. His cock shaft was now literally enclosed by her outer labia. It felt wonderful, and three inches still stuck out, pointing in the direction of the other two women. While she shifted in a more comfortable position Sam apologized: "no, I'm sorry, if something hurts you let me know, I thought the pain in my ankle would help me focus...I guess it did not work." Maggie replied suddenly; "but I always thought you were fat, we even call you fat Sam." "You are right, after the accident the doctors told me I could not exercise, or lift heavy objects. I thought my life was over, I guess I'm what you called a depressed person. So I gained allot of weight, and when I knew I could not go back to earning money like I used to, I studied accountancy. I was always good with numbers, so after two years of therapy, I began working here. About a year ago, my new doctor send me to a guy that works with paraplegics, and he worked out an exercise program for me. Within six months I could go to a normal gym, but I still have to take it careful." Jane said after a moment; "wow, I must be honest with you Sam, we... the girls thought you were just some looser, but when I saw you tonight trying to protect Sandra with your own body, I thought to myself, not one of the guys I'm dating would ever do that for me. I'm so sorry; can you forgive me...us?" Sandra moved slightly, and that made his cock jump and twitch even more. She is not making this easy. "No, you guys were right, I have been so depressed, wallowing in my own self pity the past few years, I don't blame you at all." Sandra shifted again; Sam is guessing that his throbbing penis must be making her uncomfortable. He realized that the two girls in the other chair were still focusing their gazes, in the general direction of his crotch area. This was confirmed, when Jane said; "it is still growing." Sandra replied quickly, with a strange tremor in her voice; "Jane, stop staring! You must have seen a cock before." Hearing the word 'cock,' coming out of Sandra's mouth was so sexy; Sam's dick became even harder. The purplish head slowly began protruding through his foreskin. Maggie shocked Sam by saying; "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting turned on." The words out of Jane's mouth, shocked him even more; "wait, let me feel." She reached down between their legs, and her hand disappeared from view. "You are right, your pussy is wet." Sandra growled softly; "Oh my God, I don't need this." Sam's eyes were fixed on Jane's hand; it was still busy between the two girl's legs. He could not see what her hand was doing, but from the reaction on Maggie's face, it must be something good. Maggie closed her eyes, threw her head backwards, and opened her legs wider. Jane still kept staring at Sam's dick. Sam also noted that something felt different down there, between him and Sandra. It was as if his dick was able to move more freely. Maggie's hand, now that he could see, and he watched with concentration, as she lifted it slowly, placing it over Jane's pubic mound. He could only see the top of Jane's pubic bone, but the way Maggie's hand was dipping, Sam was almost dead certain, that her fingers were exploring Jane's pussy lips. It was such an erotic sight, two women, lost in their own pleasure. His dick grew even larger, which made Jane smile. She was enjoying this, the show, knowing it would affect Sam only one way, but how was it affecting Sandra? He looked down her body from over her right shoulder, her nipples were erect, and he realized she was holding her breath. Sandra's left arm was clutching the arm rest as if her life depended on it, and when she breathed in and out, it was in short bursts. Sam moved forward slightly, watching his cock rise an inch, then he slowly drew his hips back. The movements made his dick rub against her outer labia. "Just what the fuck do you think you are doing," she whispered between clenched lips. "My hips are hurting slightly," he lied. "Ok, I will move forward," and she quickly moved as far as the cuffs would allow her. When she could go not further, Sandra realized that his dick head was now right below her vaginal opening, and that she was so wet she was actually dripping. Sam's cock began playing a tattoo on her outer lips, with its jerking movements. Both girls in the other chair's eyes were riveted on the scene to their right. They could see that if Sandra just tilted her body slightly forward, Sam's dick would penetrate her, and they held their breaths almost in anticipation of the event. Maggie had two fingers buried inside Jane's wet pussy, while Jane had three inside her. Sam could feel his dick head trying to force an entrance all on its own, he knew if he moved just an inch his cock would spring free from the tension, and impale her warmth. Sam could not take it anymore; with his left hand he grabbed her hip, and pushed Sandra slightly forward, just that one inch. His dick straightened, and his purple head slipped into her warm cave with such ease, it was almost unbelievable. All four of them must have been holding their breaths, because the room was suddenly filled with the sound of four humans, expelling air into the atmosphere. The feeling of his hard penis, invading her pussy, was almost a relief, but the head pressing against the roof of her vagina, became painful very quickly. She knew what she must do, so she lifted her hips slightly, feeling his dick head scraping along her cunt's roof, until it had room to straighten fully. His penis was now one quarter inside her, and as she slowly lowered her hips, he penetrated her even deeper. A Forced Encounter She felt so tight it was surreal, and then he remembered her ex jokingly saying on Saturday, that the first guy she sleeps with after the divorce would probably think she is a virgin. He was not sure who said 'fuck," it could have been him, Sandra, or any of the other girls, the angle of his dick was still a bit uncomfortable, but at least it was better than being outside. Sandra whispered with a screeching sound; "don't move... don't you dare fucking move" With no regret in his voice tone, he softly replied; "ok... your move lady." Sandra knew that she would have to move her hips backwards sooner or later, but at the moment she did not want to take the chance. She hasn't had sex for more than two years now, and masturbation did not quite fill the need. Her ex gave her everything, love, tenderness, understanding, but the one thing she needed was satisfaction. The first year of their marriage was slightly awkward, with William trying everything to penetrate her asshole during sex. She should have guessed it by then, but like most women she lied to herself. He loved it when she gave him head, but the moment she wanted him to return the favor, he shrank back. The few times they had sex like a normal couple, it felt that he was going through the motions just to please her, and the motions weren't enough for her. She always ended up feeling even more frustrated after sex, than before the event. The second year was even worse, in everything else in their life's they were great together, except when they went to bed. William told her he had been abused as a child by his uncle, so she thought that with therapy he might improve. After a year of frustration, standing by him, crying with him, and trying everything in her power to help him, he told her he was gay. All her frustration came to a boiling point and she kicked him out of the house. When she informed her bosses that she and William were going to separate, they said that being Jews, they do not believe in divorce. She threw everything into the job, working late hours, living in her office, all in an effort to try and ease the pain of William's desertion. The bosses were happy, so they did not try talking her out of a divorce, but she was like a living shell, alive on the outside and dead on the inside. She began treating all men with a disdain borne out of pure frustration, except for the clients. With them she would turn the charm on and off, dazzling them and making it her mission in life that they would pay more for what they wanted. William was so perfect in every way, his looks, his build and most of all his personality. Two years ago, when she overheard Sam saying that he liked William, and that she was the cold fish, it angered her so much, she wanted to destroy him. The fat slob, what did he know, perfect William was the cause of her frustration. After that day she made it her mission to belittle him, with such finesse that to any outsider, it actually looked as if she was trying to encourage the man, make himself better. With their offices across from each other, she would on a daily basis, show him a little leg, then later a glimpse of her underwear, allowing him to fantasize about the unobtainable. The only thing she knew right now was if he moved just one inch, she would cum. Sam hated just sitting there; he wanted to thrust into her, pound that soft flesh till she was screaming. He could feel her pussy muscles flexing around his thick cock, like a snake squeezing its pray softly to death. She wanted to be in control, that was her thing, but after years of frustration, being a voyeur, he had enough. The last two years had been even more frustrating than normal. Before she would be civil towards him, treating him like a family member you needed, but had to hide when guests arrived. The last two years that changed, she became colder, never saying anything that could be construed as impolite or degrading. Her words always left a double meaning, you can take it as in insult, or as constructive criticism. With their offices across from each other he could watch her every move, and with the short skirts she wore, he did just that... watched her every move. From behind his table, he could see under hers, and he began thinking that she knew he watched as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. It felt like she was teasing him, slowly opening her legs, stage by stage during the day, until finally, just a small blink... what was it going to be that day... pink... no white... yes black? He normally placed his hand on his forehead, making her think he was reading a report, but actually hiding his eyes from her. Day after day he dreamed, at knight he would masturbate calling her name, thinking of that one glimpse. He even began writing down the color on an almanac, but stopped doing it, when she asked him about it one day. Her knowing smile frustrating the shit out of him. So Sam enfolded her midriff with his left hand, and pulled her backwards, impaling himself inside her. The move caught Sandra unawares, and before she could say or do anything, her body responded. The orgasm began in her belly, spreading outwards to her nipples, rushing through her body in waves, making her muscles twitch and jump. By the time it reached the core, deep inside her pussy, Sandra lost all coherent thought and movement. She had to bite down to keep from screaming her pleasure to the world. She did not feel the handcuffs digging painfully into her soft flesh as she bucked up and down. She did not see the surprised reaction in the faces of the girls watching her. What she did see was stars exploding, light changing, the world rippling, and what she felt was even better. She thought that the pleasure would kill her, until the basted moved, it felt wonderful, it was painful, no it was ecstasy. Don't move. Don't stop. She wanted to scream these things, but her mouth only opened wide in a soundless scream of pleasure. Sam felt her pussy gripping his dick, and then releasing it. Her body rocked from side to side, she pushed against their restraints, but he wanted more. He did not want to hurt her, so instead of pumping in and out, he began shifting his hips from side to side. At first she did not respond, too far away in her own world, but after a minute or so, she lifted her hips into the air, giving him more freedom of movement. Sam slammed into her, forgetting about their restraints, each movement of his hips followed by a slurping sound. She was so wet, warm, tight, it was almost painful. His left arm reached down between them, seeking... finding. The moment he touched her clit she nearly ripped his right arm off. Her body bucked and shook, he could feel another orgasm approaching. He placed his middle finger on top of her clit, and slowly began rubbing it in a circular motion. Her right arm reached backwards, gripping his hair, pulling it, so he sank his teeth into her shoulder muscle, not breaking the skin, but hard enough for her to softly cry out. Maggie and Jane finger fucked each other like crazed rabbits; the room was filled with the musky smell of sex. They could not believe their own eyes, when Sandra came so quickly. Sam must have had his dick in her for less than a minute, when their boss began writhing and shaking like a mad woman. The moment Sam started rotating his hips, and Sandra lost all control, they both acted on instinct, thrusting fingers into each other at a faster pace. Now watching the act in front of them enfolding, they tried to keep up with the couple's rhythm. Making love to another woman was a first time experience for both of them, but instead of fingers, they imagined it was Sam's thick cock slicing them open. Sam could feel Sandra's inner muscles flexing, tightening, and then releasing his shaft. Their movements were limited by the handcuffs, but there was enough room for him to withdraw a few inches, and then slam into her gain. Watching the two girls in front of them, made the whole experience even more erotic. With Sandra's pussy muscles now clamping down harder around his dick, he felt the first flutters of his own orgasm approaching. He slightly increased the rhythm of his fingers on her clit, and pumped in to her just a little faster. Maggie came with a loud ground, so he focused on the girls, watching as she bucked and moved under Jane. Just a few seconds later Jane started whimpering like an unhappy little dog, throwing her body sideways and upwards all over Maggie's prone form. Sandra was in her own world, her breath shooting out between clamped lips, eyes closed, and her head thrown backwards. Jane came with an even louder shriek than Maggie, her body shaking, and her eyes wide. He watched her as she went through the motions, and tried not thinking of his own orgasm, so close to the edge. Sandra stopped moving suddenly, thrust upward, stopped, and then downwards. She tried to stop Sam moving, by pushing backwards, and clamping tightly with her legs over his, but he was having none of that. He quickly increased his pace on her clit, and she grabbed his hand. Her pussy walls felt like a vice grip, but as soon as she went for his hand to stop him stimulating her clit, he thrust in and out of her a few times. She let his hand go and gripped the arm rest again to stop him from moving, he countered with quick fast strokes on her clit. He was on the edge now, just a few more thrusts, and then he felt it. The slow rumble of thunder building in his balls, fire, and then lightning shooting up through his pubes. The volcano erupted and his dick exploded inside her, shooting thick wads of warm semen into her moist cave. Sam's orgasm triggered hers, and she came a second time. This time a bit louder, so Sam slipped his hand over her mouth, afraid that she would scream. Her teeth bit down painfully into his palm, but at least she kept the noise level down. The other girls watched with fascination, as their Boss grinded her hips down on Sam's cock, shaking her hips from side to side. Sandra's orgasm must have lasted for nearly thirty seconds, before she went limp on top of him. His penis was still inside her, and he could still feel the odd flutter of muscles. A minute or so later she opened her eyes, and seeing the other two women watching her, blushed bright red. A silence filled the room, everyone busy with their own thoughts. Sandra spoke first, her voice sounded husky; "well ladies and gentleman, at least at the next office party we will have something to talk about." Jane and Maggie giggled in response, while Sandra tried sitting up a bit straighter. The movements making her realize that Sam's dick was still inside her. "Shit, doesn't that thing ever get tired?" Sam pulled her body backwards; "Just keep still for a while, and stop moving around." Sandra allowed her herself to be dragged backwards, but closed her legs, because the other two had their eyes focused on their crotches again. Her pussy muscles were still gripping his semi-hard on tightly, but with every little motion of her hips Sam felt a little sparkle. He could feel her heart still pumping at a higher than normal rate, and her breathing was still erratic. The two girls across from them, were whispering softly to each other, and giggling. "Jane, Maggie... what's up with you two now," Sandra asked with her manager's voice? A still smiling Maggie replied;"we were just thinking Boss, that if the robbers come to check up on us, if we could ask them to... to maybe swap positions." "Jeez girls, get your minds out of the gutter. This isn't a joke; things can still get much worse for us." Sandra's words had a sobering effect on everyone. Jane sounding scared again asked;"do you think they made us strip, to come and rape us later?" Sam replied quickly; "stop thinking like that, I watched their eyes when you girls were taking your clothes off, and they looked on as if you were no more than meat on a table. There was no indication of lust or anything like that. The only reason they made is strip is to take away our will to fight, it certainly made me think twice about wondering around looking for an escape." His words had a soothing effect on them, but not on his body. Sandra moved again, and his dick reacted in kind. Her vaginal muscles weren't gripping so tightly anymore, and a mixture of his spunk and her juices, was making his cock slide inside her. She must have felt it too, and although she did not say anything about it, she stopped moving around. They all heard the muffled sounds of a commotion, coming from the front of the shop. The noises did not last long, and after a short while, the door opened. It was number two again; he looked them up and down, and then stepped out of the way to let Amanda and Michelle into the room. The girls looked surprised to see them naked, but did not say anything. "Sit down and keep your mouths shut." Number two indicated with his gun. "We will be back shortly, if I come in here and see that you girls moved an inch, you will feel the back of my hand...understood!" Michelle and Amanda nodded their heads. He left the room closing the door behind him. After a few seconds Jane spoke up first; "what happened?" Amanda answered whispering; "they kept us up front, and every time a customer wanted to enter, we just pointed at the closed sign. There was allot of phone calls, but we told the people that we are rebuilding the place, and to come back tomorrow. They watched us closely the whole time; there was nothing we could do. A few minutes ago, the guards arrived with the diamonds, and one of the robbers dressed in a security uniform, let them in. As soon as they were inside, the robbers shocked them or something, and the guards dropped to floor. They were busy tying them up when they moved us back here." Sam asked; "the robber in the guards uniform, could you see his face?" Michelle answered; "no, he stood with his back towards us, pulled off his mask, and then stepped up to open the door. The only guys that saw his face were the diamond guards." Amanda looking intently at Sandra asked; "why are you all naked?" Sandra answered with a shake of her shoulders; "long story, did you guys see Samuel anywhere?" "I think he is in a car outside, I heard one of the robbers say something about the old guy needs to take a leak over the radio. The small robber guy then said to let him piss in his pants," Michelle answered. While the girls were talking Sam's penis stayed hard inside Sandra, she moved around a bit more than previously, but used her left leg to shield the view from the other ladies. After about a quarter of an hour when nothing happened, Sam said; "girls, I know you are afraid, but it has been quiet for a while now, can one of you have a quick look, and see if they are still here?" It took another five minutes of debating between the ladies, before Amanda got up, and with her ear against the door announced; "it is quiet out there." After another minute, she cautiously opened the door and stepped out. She was back quickly. "They are gone, only the two diamond guards are in the front, all tied up with tie downs or something." Sandra replied; "Amanda before you untie them, look if they have keys for the handcuffs, and Michelle go find our clothes." While Jane and Maggie happily chatted, Sandra whispered to him; "I owe you for this basted... we will finish this later." Sam smiled, and gave a little pump with his hips, making Sandra gasp. Amanda came back with a bundle of clothes, underwear, and keys for the cuffs. She unlocked Jane and Maggie, who grabbed their clothes and disappeared through the door. They were probably going to dress in the bathroom. Sandra told Amanda; "thank you, just leave our clothes and hand me the keys, we will take it from here. And Amanda... please close the door, we had enough humiliation for the day." Amanda was out in a flash, closing the door behind her. Sandra turned as far as her body would allow, reaching for the cuffs behind them. Sam helped by twisting with her, and shoving his dick deeper into her. "You are a prick, you know that don't you?" Sam smiled; "just trying to help Boss." She got their wrists loose after a few tries, and then lifting her body by balancing on one foot, climbed off Sam. His dick plopped out of her with a loud squishy sound, followed by cum draining from her open cunt. Sandra unlocked her ankle, and stepped back looking at Sam's still hard dick. Sam was almost sure, that he saw desire reflected in her eyes, but he did not want to push his luck, by suggesting a quickie. With surprise he watched her stepping forward, grabbing his penis with her hand, and then with her eyes locked onto his, lowered her mouth, engulfing his dick head in her mouth. She just gave it a lick and a suck, before standing up straight gain. "We will continue this later Sam the accountant. I want you at my house no later than eight, and dress casually." Sam smiled, his eyes giving her the answer. While they dressed in silence, the sounds of police alarms approaching filled the room. He decided to keep the cuffs; you might never know when they might come in handy.