4 comments/ 141840 views/ 29 favorites Beg For It By: DontScream "Your father said I raped that girl." He started a very deliberate circling of the chair and the young woman tied to it. "He got the jury to believe him and I spent seventeen years in jail." He looked down on the woman's professionally styled blonde hair. He ran his fingers through it just above her shoulders. "I needed a way to convince him that it's not rape when a girl begs you, absolutely pleads with you, to fuck her. And then screams, not from pain or fear, but from the pure pleasure of great sex." He ran his finger around the top of her sleeveless blouse and down her arm. He peered into the opening at the top of the blouse. He saw her cleavage; the hint of a bra. "It wasn't rape, Linda. And you'll be able to go back to your prosecutor father and tell him what it's like. You'll feel the same things she did. You'll have the same desires. You'll beg and scream just like she did. And you'll tell your father about it. Do you understand?" The woman nodded. He looked at the long, shapely legs extending below her shorts. Her ankles were tied to the chair. He stood in front of her. "How long do you think we have, Jason?" his girlfriend Melissa asked from across the room. "Three days at least," he said. "Maybe more. It will take them a while to figure out she's been snatched. Then a while to figure out why. Then a while to go through all the people her father sent away." Melissa smiled. "That's a long time." Jason smiled at his hostage. "You up to it, Linda? Can you hold out that long? Or do you think you'll cave in sooner and beg for it tomorrow, and the next day, and the next? You're going to have the final say in this. YOU will tell ME, not the other way around. That girl didn't hold out long. She wanted it sooner than I thought. What about you, Linda?" "Don't hold your breath, asshole," Linda hissed. Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Whoa. Tough words from a lovely young lady tied to a chair in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Lucky for you I'm not into violence or I'd slap you around a little." He ran his finger down her neck and into the top of her blouse. Then he turned towards Melissa and said, "Well, I think we should prepare her for the duration of the stay. Give her a hint of things to come. What do you say?" Melissa's eyes lit up and her smile widened. "I'm ready." Jason was three feet in front of Linda's chair. He leisurely unzipped his shorts and reached inside. When his hand came out, it brought with it an impressive cock that showed the signs of the early stages of an erection. He let it hang by itself. Melissa walked across to him. She was a striking woman with long, brunette hair; striking in her 'plain' beauty. While the captive Linda was a gorgeous, rich, blonde bitch, Melissa looked like the girl-next-door turned local TV news anchor. Except she was a part-time receptionist who happened to love a rapist. She stopped in front of Jason, kissed him, and took hold of his cock. Soon, she was on her knees running her tongue over the bloated head. Melissa licked the underside of the cock as if she was in a porn video. Her intended audience, in this case Linda, couldn't take her eyes off the 'screen'. Melissa spread her lips and erotically slid her mouth over the ever-hardening shaft. When she reached his balls, she pulled back and repeated the process. It did not take Jason very long to be fully erect and holding the back of his girlfriend's head, fucking her mouth. Linda had never watched anybody else having sex, of any type. She was single and fairly conservative. She'd never performed oral sex nor had oral sex performed on her. She could have reacted in any number of ways to what Melissa and Jason were doing. But if she had to guess, she wouldn't have predicted that she was enthralled by it. Jason didn't mean for this introduction of things to come to be complicated. Melissa knew that. There'd be plenty of time. This was foreplay. "You're so fuckin' good, Melissa," Jason moaned. "Almost there." The only sounds in the cabin were Melissa's mouth sucking on Jason's cock and the moans of the two participants. If the moans were any indication, something was about to happen. "Yes. Fuck yes!" Jason cried out. He took hold of the cock with his right hand and began frantically stroking it. Melissa's mouth hung open like a young bird waiting to be fed. Jason put the tip of his cock two inches in front of the mouth. Thirty seconds later he grunted and pushed his hips forward. The first blast of cum hit Melissa's upper lip before falling into her mouth. All subsequent squirts—and there were several—landed squarely on her tongue. Melissa swallowed halfway through, but a small stream still found its way down her chin. When Jason was nearing the end, she wrapped her lips around him again and sucked out the last few drops. Linda watched a large drop of cum fall from Melissa's chin and land on the floor between them. Linda felt the first response in her pussy. It wasn't dramatic; but undeniable. She convinced herself she'd be rescued long before she'd ever have to submit to Jason's plan. Melissa wiped her face as Jason put his cock back inside his shorts. "So, that's just a 'taste'—excuse the pun—of what's to 'come'," Jason said to Linda. "But don't worry. Your turn will get here soon enough." Once his shorts were back together and Melissa had moved back to her chair, Jason said, "Any questions?" Linda shook her head. Her blue eyes glared with renewed resentment and rage. Every ounce of her body wanted to fight against him. "Good," Jason said. "Let's eat." ### It was early evening by the time everyone had eaten. Jason untied Linda's arms to let her eat from a plate in her lap. A small TV provided noise, but Jason was careful to avoid having it on a local station with news. His conversations with Melissa were as if Linda wasn't even in the cabin. It was getting darker outside when Jason made his way over to Linda's chair again. "I think it's time we start getting you ready for bed," he said, bending down to untie her legs. As soon as they were free, he told her to stand. Linda was a little unsteady on her feet at first, but soon she had her balance and normal circulation returned. Jason looked at the woman he guessed was thirty years old, give or take a couple years. She had a well-maintained figure and all the signs of ample curves under her blouse and shorts. "If we only take off one piece of clothing, what should it be?" Jason asked nobody in particular. His eyes scanned her closely. "Melissa? Any preferences?" "The blouse," she replied. Jason looked at Linda and smiled. "She's always been a breast woman." He moved close enough to reach the top button on Linda's shirt. When it was open, he slid the fingers of both hands inside the wide collars of the blouse. He felt the straps of her bra. Linda tried to keep from shaking as he opened another button. Jason could now see it all: the fullness of her breasts; the lacy black bra; the outline of her nipples as they pressed against the bra. He slowly worked his way down until the blouse was hanging open. His fingers traced the edge of her bra, up the smooth skin of her tit, and onto her shoulder. Jason stepped back and walked behind Linda. She and Melissa made eye contact before Linda shyly looked away. Jason pulled the blouse off her shoulders. It fell down her arms easily and he tossed it aside when it came off. Linda's bra was an obviously expensive, tiny garment. The cups seemed to be molded specifically for her firm tits. "Good choice, babe," Jason said to Melissa. "That gives us a pretty good idea of what we have to work with." "I like it already and I'm pretty far away," Melissa said. "I'm gonna want a close-up view." "Be patient!" Jason caused Linda to shudder when he unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her and put both breasts in his hands. He squeezed them once, then let go. "Very nice," he said, moving in front of her again. "I'm going to leave you untied for a little bit. Be a good girl and nobody will get hurt. You can have that bed over there, by the way?" Jason pointed to a small, single size bed in the corner. Linda really didn't want to sit in the chair or couch near her captors, so she plopped down on the bed. As soon as she did, the sound of a cow bell rang out below her. A look of surprise crossed her face. Jason and Melissa laughed. "That's the alarm system," Jason told Linda. "Move too much and we'll know about it." Linda sat with her back against the wall, intent on not making a sound. It became apparent to her that Jason and Melissa would be using the sofa bed when Melissa pulled it out and threw a sheet and blanket over it. The beds were no more than fifteen feet apart and Linda's preference for privacy was going to be severely tested. An hour or so later, with Linda feeling the tiring effects of a long, eventful day, she caught herself starting to nod off. She awoke to find Jason and Melissa standing next to their bed. Each one was undressing. Linda's eyes flipped from Jason to Melissa to Jason. For whatever reason, he expected them to either stop at their underwear or change into something else. Instead, they both removed the last of their clothing and showed no signs of putting anything else on. Jason whispered something to his naked girlfriend. Linda saw her grin, and then Melissa was moving towards Linda's bed. Melissa had a body that would make any normal woman envious. She wasn't going to appear on the cover, or in the center, of any magazines. But she had a flawless figure for a thirty-something female. Melissa stopped beside the bed and said to Linda, "Slide over here." Linda moved to the edge of the bed amid the jingling of the bell. "We thought you should be a little more comfortable tonight," Melissa said. Without any other comment, she reached down for the top of Linda's shorts. Linda tried to back away, but Melissa ordered her to stay still and took hold of the snap above the zipper. Once they were both open, Melissa tugged on the shorts and pulled them down Linda's legs. When it was over, Linda was sitting on the bed in a matching pair of black bra and panties. Jason whistled from his spot on the sofa bed. Melissa smiled. "See? Don't you feel better already?" Linda crossed her arms defensively across her chest, but did not answer. "Unfortunately, we can't leave you at liberty to move about on your own," Melissa said. She moved to the head of the small bed and lifted a pair of handcuffs that were already attached to the headboard railing. "Left arm, please," she said. Linda reluctantly reached out her arm and listened as the cuffs snapped shut around her wrist. She was lying on her side, facing the center of the cabin and the sofa bed. Melissa walked back to Jason, her petite ass swinging gracefully. She climbed into the bed in such a way that she had to tumble over his body in the process. Linda heard Melissa giggle as she and Jason fell into each other's arms and started to kiss. They rolled on the bed like kids. Jason's cock; Melissa's tits; both of their asses—the bodies seemed to blur into one unit as the kiss became more passionate and hands began to explore. When the rolling ended, Jason was on top. It took a moment for Linda to focus, but the first thing she saw was Jason's cock moving up to Melissa's tits. He let it glide across her nipples before using his hand to press it harder onto her compressed breasts. Within seconds, he was hard. Linda's discomfort in watching the couple turned to bizarre fascination. Jason slid back down her body and, by all indications, was getting ready to have sex with her. Linda didn't move a muscle. She shouldn't be there, watching. She should be there, period. But she was, and she couldn't stop watching. Melissa spread her legs, bent her knees, and looked down at the long, thick cock about to enter her body. Jason got in position and paused. He looked down at Melissa and then gradually lowered his body onto hers. Melissa's moan of joy echoed in the cabin. Linda could feel it in her own pussy. She found herself unconsciously squeezing the nonexistent cock between her legs. She watched Jason begin to fuck Melissa. She knew she should turn away, face the wall, or close her eyes. She couldn't. She watched and got more aroused with each violent thrust of Jason's cock. The lovemaking continued with increasing and decreasing levels of passion. They swayed on the bed as if they were one; their voices alternated between cries and whispers; they traded positions; they lay on their sides. Linda saw it all and heard it all. If she wasn't locked into the sight already, Jason's proclamation that he was about to cum had her eyes riveted. He was on top. Melissa was wrapped around him tightly. Briefly, in the faint light, Linda saw the cock sliding in and out of her cunt. And then he was so deep into her that all she knew were his groans, and shouts, and thrusts. Somewhere near the end of Jason's orgasm, Melissa began hers. Linda listened to her plead for more. Jason complied. The bed creaked with the after-effects of the driving force of their fucking. Then it was over, and Linda turned to face the wall. It was thirty minutes before she could sleep. ### Linda awoke to an exceedingly quiet and dark cabin. She had no way of knowing what time it was. Jason had taken her watch and jewelry and none of the clocks had lighted displays. She lay motionless for a couple minutes, confirming to herself that she was the only one awake. One of her first thoughts was the clear image in her mind of Jason and Melissa fucking. The effects of watching them still lingered between her legs. The day may have been stressful, but not so much that the erotic scenes she watched didn't make her horny. Now she was as 'alone' as she might ever get in the cabin. Ever mindful of the cow bell below, Linda nudged her small pillow to the middle of the bed. She rolled it in half, making it much narrower and a little taller. She put it between her legs with her one free hand and closed her thighs around it. Linda pressed down with her hips and felt the pillow make contact with her pussy. With just a small adjustment, it touched her clit. She moved up and down very, very gently. Her panties added just the right sensation. Linda already felt better as even the slightest rubbing of her clit was making her respond. She began to believe she could make herself cum without being noticed. She rocked on the pillow for another minute, getting ever so close to an orgasm. If only she could touch herself without moving too much. Linda slid her hand inside the top of her panties and then lay still. After a brief pause, she pushed the hand lower until it touched her clit. Now, finally, with the pillow against her pussy and her hand on her clit she could cum. Half a dozen light caresses of the erect nub caused Linda's breathing to gain speed. Her heart pounded. Her head spun with desire. She rubbed harder. Faster. She wanted the pillow inside her cunt. She wanted a cock. She rubbed her clit and gyrated her hips. Another thirty seconds. Fifteen. And she would cum. Suddenly, the loudest, shrillest ring Linda had ever heard came out from under the bed. She nearly shrieked with fright. She yanked her hand out of her panties and sat frozen as the cow bell rang a second time. Had she been moving THAT much? From across the room, a soft creak could be heard. Then a shadowy figure was moving. Linda hurriedly grabbed the pillow and threw it to the top of the bed amid another couple rings of the bell. The figure was beside the bed. It was Melissa. "What's the matter, Linda?" Melissa asked quietly in the dark. Linda didn't answer her. Melissa kneeled down at the side of the bed. "Did we turn you on earlier? Jason won't be happy if you try to cum without him. He can hurt you, you know. I wouldn't make him mad if I was you, hon." Melissa ran her hand over Linda's exposed hip. She felt the panties and the smooth skin. Then Linda saw her reach under the bed. Several seconds later, Linda heard the cow bell being placed on the floor. "Roll on your back, Linda," Melissa ordered. Linda did as she was told, her left arm awkwardly stretched above her head. Melissa pulled down the sheets and climbed onto the bed. Even in the darkness Linda could make out the features of Melissa's pleasing, naked body. Melissa loitered over Linda, seemingly taunting the captive woman. Without warning, Melissa's hand was on top of Linda's panties. She pushed in on the material and felt the wetness. She smiled and rubbed until she found Linda's clit. Linda gasped and her body stiffened. Melissa could sense Linda was already close. She moved her hand off the clit and pulled down the panties. Once they were far enough down to expose the pussy, Melissa leaned down and ran her tongue from Linda's cunt to her clit. She tasted the sweet juices and stabbed at the clit a couple times before moving away again. Linda was nearly in tears. It seemed obvious Melissa had no intention of letting her cum. Then it got worse. Melissa was moving up Linda's body, sliding her knees along the outside of Linda's hips and waist. Above her, Linda saw bare breasts getting closer and closer. Soon, one was an inch from her mouth, the nipple lightly scraping Linda's lip. "Take it, Linda. Suck on it." Linda opened her mouth and felt the breast fall into it. She began to lick the nipple and suck on the surrounding skin. Melissa put her hand behind Linda's head and pulled it up. Linda, in her extremely horny state, attacked the tit with shocking vigor. "Oh God, that's good," Melissa moaned. She switched breasts and both nipples were now extended as far as they could go. Linda bit them lightly and Melissa responded with louder moans. Each bite sent a wave of pleasure to her pussy. So it was time to satisfy the itch between Melissa's legs. Melissa moved forward again. This time it wasn't a breast above Linda's mouth. It was a warm, moist pussy that craved attention. "No, Melissa. Please. I can't...I don't know how. Please, no," Linda whispered. "Shhh. Just lick me. You know where," Melissa replied. Melissa dropped her pussy onto Linda's lips, and Linda automatically stuck out her tongue. The tangy taste may have been new to Linda, but Melissa was going to make it easy for her. Assuming the mouth would remain stationary, Melissa simply moved until her clit was within reach of the tongue. Once Linda's mouth was properly placed, Melissa leaned forward and held onto the headboard with both hands. For the next several minutes, she allowed Linda's inexperienced, yet efficient, lips and tongue bring her nearer an orgasm. Without the bell attached, she was free to rock her body as if fucking Linda's face. "Put your tongue inside me, Linda," Melissa told her. "No, Melissa. Please don't make me..." "Do it!" Linda probed the soaking wet area between Melissa's legs for the entrance to her cunt. She let the tip of her tongue linger at the hole before Melissa nearly forced her to stick it in by sitting on Linda's face. As soon as it was inserted, Melissa began to ever-so-slightly move up and down, feeling the soft tongue slide in and out. Melissa moaned quietly, clutching the headboard more tightly. Then she felt it start. She purposely clamped her mouth shut to mute the loudest of her outbursts as she came. The first couple waves ripped through her, with Linda still sliding her tongue in and out of the cunt. Soon, Melissa was rocking too much for Linda to stay inside her, so she concentrated on the clit again. This only made Melissa come a couple more times. Linda felt her own pussy throbbing once more from the sounds of Melissa cumming. The sexual tension building up in her was almost uncontrollable by the time Melissa was done and climbed off the bed. Beg For It, Slut "Beg me" she whispered, pulling him up hard by his hair, damp with sweat...her fingers sticky with her own juices....He could smell her whiskey and cigarette-breath on his face, lying face-down naked on the trashy hotel bedspread, hot and dirty. She was pinning him down, straddling him with one tight muscled thigh in black fishnets on either side of him, pulling his head up to look into her blazing dark eyes. He could feel her nails already tearing through the back of the cheap drugstore stockings he had stretched over his long legs, the shock of cold lube running down his ass, dripping on to his swelling cock and balls, and the jolt of a long finger probing his tight virgin ass. "Fucking beg me, you cheap ass slut...," pulling on his hair hard, moving her finger in and out but not leaving his asshole. "Fuck me....fuck my ass...I want you," he moaned, his cock growing huge and hard underneath him, uncomfortable pressed underneath his body and hers...rubbing inside the stockings....suddenly he feels the shock of another finger inside, filling him up..."You like that, you dirty slut," shoving his head down on the bed and sliding down to thrust her fingers in, at the same time reaching under and caressing his balls, swelling from the pressure inside his ass. "You like your ass fucked hard, don't you...you dirty whore, you piece of fucking trash, you want to be fucked...Fucking beg me." She sticks the big black dildo into the leather harness she's wearing and grabs his head off the bed roughly, kneels beside him and demands, "Suck my cock first....suck it like the whore that you are," shoving it into his mouth, as she fingers her aching cunt, rubbing her dripping juices all over the dildo as he shoves it in and out of his hungry mouth as she roughly runs her hand over her throbbing clit and penetrates herself in front of his pleading eyes, as his hands jerk at his straining cock. Suddenly, she rips it from his mouth, ordering, "Fucking beg me. I know what you want, slut, but you have to beg me for it, you cocksucking slut!" "Fuck me, please...fuck my tight ass, please..." She tears the hole in his stocking wide and licks his asscrack...tonguing his asshole now, up and down and wetting it with her spit, then gently returning two fingers slowly inside, probing, filling his tight hole, while lubing and warming up her black cock with her other hand, "Mmmm, that asshole of yours is so fucking tight...." She puts the head of it against his asshole, moving it around next to the hole as it opens up slowly. He feels it, soft, firm, as it goes in a little at a time, the silicone dildo warming up, so tight and full inside his virgin hole. He gasps at the sudden fucking pain, bucks against it, moans in protest, but she keeps a firm hand, caressing his ass, and keeps sliding in. He feels it stretching, a little resistance as the shaft begins to disappear inside his ass, and the pain becomes total pleasure, so fucking amazing he can't believe it. She starts sliding it in and out, moving with her, and the force of it filling him up is unbelievable. Her hands grip his hips and her thighs push against his ass as his moans grow louder. She starts pushing harder now, tight and full as it works its way in, he's gripping on the dildo from inside now, while she's gradually moving in and out as it fully enters his ass now. She's got a rhythm going now, pounding his ass hard now, powerful thrusts, ass on leather and rubber and he's fucking her back, rising up on his knees and pushing his ass back against her cock, the force sending vibrations into her dripping cunt. Her cock in his ass all the way up to the harness now, as her hand reaches underneath him, grabbing his cock and jerking it while she fucks his ass hard, both of them about to explode as she feels his balls tighten against her thighs. Shooting hot come pours into her hands as she pulls out of his ass with a huge tug, and he feels the slide and the pop of the dildo come out of his worked over asshole. He watches her stick the dildo up her throbbing cunt and fuck herself with it, as she sucks his own come off her fingers. Breathless, he watches her writhing, legs wide open, dildo sticking between her legs, as she explodes in a frenzy, come all over it, soaking wet everywhere. She then rips it out of her soaking cunt, kissing him savagely so that he tastes his own come in her mouth, and takes the dildo and shoves it deep down his slutty come sucking throat..."Suck it for me...taste my come...taste yours...you fucking slut." Beg For It Melissa bent down and kissed Linda, tasting her own juices on her lips. "Thanks, hon. I'm going to put the bell back on now. You be a good girl," Melissa told her. As a parting shot, Melissa kissed the space between Linda's breasts and then it was over. ### The sun was up when Linda woke up again. Melissa and Jason were moving around in the kitchen and didn't appear as though they had been up long. Melissa wore an oversized football jersey that hung halfway to her knees. Jason wore gym shorts. "Well, good morning," Jason said to Linda. "I bet you want to get out of there. Maybe use the bathroom. Here's the plan." Jason walked over to her. "I'll give you a minute alone. Then I'm coming in and I'll get the bathtub ready. I'm afraid we don't have a shower in here," he explained. "I'll help you take your bath." His wicked smile told Linda everything she needed to know. It was going to start early today. Jason unlocked the cuffs around her wrist. "Now get going. I'll listen for you to be done, or you can let me know." Jason followed close behind her, watching Linda walk into the bathroom in her bra and panties. The door closed emphatically behind her. She made no attempt to lock it or plan an escape or any other useless adventure. If she could survive this with as little of his wrath as possible, she'd be happy. As soon as the toilet flushed, Jason was inside the door. He walked over to the old-fashioned ceramic tub that sat along one wall. The curved, metal feet of the tub made it look like something right out of a western movie. It actually looked very homey and comfortable to Linda, except for the fact she was going to be in it...and Jason was likely to be nearby. He started the water. When he stood again, he faced Linda. He used his finger to signal for her to turn around. Linda felt his hands on her back and she shivered. He unhooked her bra. The release of the pressure on her breasts felt good, but she would have preferred different circumstances. Jason slowly and meticulously pulled on the straps to let them fall down her arms. He let gravity do the rest until he was holding the bra by her side. He set it on the edge of the sink. His hands returned to her body, lightly resting on her ribs. Linda felt the hands rise up until making contact with the bottom of her breasts. Jason kept going, running his fingers and palms over them. He stopped to squeeze them, his large hands engulfing nearly all of her tits. Jason didn't speak. He looked down at the tub and moved over to turn off the water. When he came back, he hooked his thumbs inside the top of Linda's panties. He removed them calmly and quietly. Linda stood naked with Jason behind her. A second later, he was walking around her until stopping when they were face-to-face. "Get your beautiful butt into the tub, Linda. Sorry I don't have any bubbles." Linda quickly spun around and lifted a leg over the side of the tub. She held onto the sides and settled into the warm water. It felt good to her. "Lean back," Jason told her. Linda rested her back along the sloping, curved end of the tub. Eventually, her head came to rest on the edge. There was no way to hide her nudity from Jason. She kept her legs tightly closed, but it was little consolation. He loomed over her, looking down with a lustful leer. He took a small sponge and soap from the nearby counter and then got on his knees next to the tub. "Just relax," Jason said as he dipped the sponge into the water and pulled it back out. "This is going to be the first of many pleasures you have today." He started at Linda's neck and slowly pulled the sponge across her right shoulder and down her arm. He held her by the wrist, barely applying any pressure. Then he moved the sponge up the inside of the same arm until getting to her armpit. He let go of her, watching her reaction. Linda was expressionless, but every muscle in her body was tense. "Other arm," Jason said. Linda reached across her body and Jason cleaned it with just the wet sponge. His gentleness was alarming in an odd way. He dipped the sponge in the tub and squeezed it completely free of water, intentionally letting the stream flow over her breasts and nipples, which lay just at the water line. Jason put the sponge under Linda's neck and leisurely slid it down the top of her chest. He slowed to a snail's pace when he go to the middle of her breast. By the time the sponge was on her nipple, he was scarcely moving it. He scraped it across Linda's nipple and she desperately tried not to sigh out loud. Jason never took his eyes off Linda's face as he moved the sponge around her right breast, and then onto her left breast. Each nipple got identical, teasing treatment. Linda fought the reaction with every ounce of her being. Nothing, however, could stop the nipples from expanding and becoming even more sensitive. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Jason murmured. "I heard you tried to, uh, take things into your own hands last night. Naughty girl." He washed her tits again. "If you just let things happen naturally," he said, "you'll get what you need soon enough. Remember what I said, Linda. You decide. You tell me." Jason slid the sponge across her stomach and aimed the path directly for her pussy. But just before reaching Linda's clit, he swerved to the side and ran the sponge down her right leg. Linda realized she was holding her breath as Jason moved down her body, and she took a deep breath once he was on her leg. He wiped it down to the ankle, followed by an agonizingly slow trip up the inside of her calf, over her knee, and onto her inner thigh. He inched higher, forcing Linda's legs apart with the hand holding the sponge. But she only spread them enough for the hand to fit. He got within a couple inches of her pussy. And he stopped. "Spread them for me, Linda." She shook her head defiantly, if not confidently. "Oh, Linda. Do you honestly think I can't get your legs open if I wanted to? Now spread your legs," Jason said with a distinct air of exasperation. The legs moved maybe two more inches apart. Jason grabbed the soap and got the sponge good and foamy. He placed it on her thigh just below her pussy. An instant later, he was working the sponge over the closely shaven area. He pressed harder. The sponge gave way and Jason's fingers were touching her skin. But he wanted the rough texture to do the work. He applied less force and let the slick, soapy sponge glide up and down. "How does that feel, Linda? Good? Does it feel good to be uncuffed and free to move?" She glared at him, unwilling to admit that anything he said was correct. But the sensation between her legs was indisputable. She tried to clamp her legs together. Jason's hand didn't permit it. "Stop!" Linda said loudly. "Let me do it." "Do what?" Linda scowled. "Wash myself. You can watch if you want, pervert. But let me do it." Jason was rubbing harder and a little faster, concentrating more on the clit than her cunt. He saw her back begin to arch, and then she quickly tried to get away from his hand. "Pervert? Me? Who was the one trying to fuck their pillow?" Linda's entire body tingled. She held onto the edges of the tub, squirming to free herself from the sponge. "Stop! Please!" "Oh, all right," Jason said. "Turn over. We're almost done." As much as Linda dreaded the thought, turning onto her stomach was a better option than letting him drive her closer and closer to an orgasm she didn't want to have. She turned over. Jason put more soap on the sponge. "Lift your ass." Linda raised it slightly out of the water in an awkward, erotic posture. Jason's deliberate movements across her cheeks indicated to her he was in no hurry. When the sponge slid between her legs again, she cringed. Her fingers gripped the back of the tub and she closed her eyes. Jason teased her as before, but this time he took it a step farther. After rubbing her clit for a moment, he put a finger at the entrance to her soapy, wet cunt. Linda could not suppress the gasp that came out of her mouth when his finger slid inside her. He explored every corner of her cunt. He forced it as deep as he could go and then pulled it out to begin anew. Each thrust was deeper and harder. "No, Jason. No!" He kept it up for almost thirty seconds. Then he rubbed her clit one time, watched Linda react, and pulled away from her. When she realized he was standing next to the tub, she collapsed under the water. Her breathing was fast and heavy. Her pussy ached, frantic for relief. "Get out," Jason told her. Linda stepped out on shaky legs. "There are towels under the sink." He watched her take one out and begin to dry off. She couldn't help but notice the substantial erection inside his shorts. As she finished, he said, "Leave the towel here." She put it on a towel rack and saw Jason opening the door. "Let's go." She walked out naked. "I don't think you'll need clothes today, Linda. I like you just like that. Now let's eat." ### Linda's initial shock of being naked in front of the others had not completely worn off by the time they finished eating, but it had lessened somewhat and she was used to the obvious gazing of both Jason and Melissa. Not that she took it as a compliment, but she was getting used to it. Linda had moved to a couch when Jason said to her, "Melissa and I are going to show you OUR favorite substitute for that tub. Come on." They walked out the back of the cabin with Linda in the middle. She saw Jason grab a short piece of rope on the way out and assumed that was for her. They immediately entered a heavily wooded area and walked for five minutes before coming over a slight rise that dipped down to a small lake. It would have been a beautiful scene under any other circumstance. Linda was glad to get to the shore and away from the stones of the path under her bare feet. "Isn't this great?" Jason said. "Biggest private swimming pool in the world. Melissa and I are going in, but I'm afraid you have to stay here. Not that we don't trust you, but..." He took Linda by the arm and pulled her over to a nearby tree. It had a small trunk and her arms easily came together as Jason pulled them behind her and around the tree. He tied her wrists with the rope. "There. Now enjoy," he told her. Jason walked over to Melissa and they kissed. Seconds later, he was pulling her football jersey over her head. She was naked. They kissed again. Then Melissa pulled off Jason's shorts. She ran her fingers over his cock one time before they turned and waded into the water. Linda watched them both dive under and swim side-by-side into deeper water. They bobbed in water up to their necks. Linda saw them talking, but could not hear anything except Melissa's laughter every now and then. They occasionally came together, but quickly separated and swam away, only to repeat the process several times. Many minutes later, they were in waist deep water much closer to Linda. The couple embraced, with Jason's hands freeing roaming Melissa's dripping wet body. Linda could only see Melissa's arms extended in front of her under the water. She would have to use her imagination for the rest. Then Jason leaned down and sucked on each of Melissa's tits. She tilted her head back and Linda heard her say, "Oh, yeah. I love that so much. Harder, Jason." Linda saw Melissa's right arm pumping up and down, with her hand occasionally visible as it broke the surface of the water. Jason continued to suck her tits while gripping her ass tightly. They moved slightly until Jason's cock was out of the water. Melissa bent down. After a couple of long, slow licks, she put her mouth around the cock and began a methodical blowjob. Linda was astonished that a cock that had received as much attention as Jason's could still be so long and hard. She felt her pussy accumulating more juices the longer Melissa sucked on the cock. Then, just as quickly as she started, Melissa rose from the cock and allowed Jason to put it between her legs. Linda watched them maneuver so that Jason could push it inside her cunt. They stood and fucked for a couple minutes, Melissa's moans easily reaching the ever-increasingly horny Linda. Again, they ended the session without anybody cumming. Melissa whispered something to Jason and they walked out of the water, over to Linda's tree. Linda was trying not to stare at Jason's rigid erection, but it was Melissa who approached her. "That was great. Too bad we can't let you get in," she said, lightly moving a finger over one of Linda's nipples. "It must be frustrating having to watch." Melissa licked the nipple, twice. She closed her lips around it. Faster than normal, Linda felt her pussy act in response. While holding the other tit in her hand, Melissa more eagerly sucked the opposite breast. Out of the corner of her eye, Linda saw Jason stroking his cock with long, deliberate motions. Melissa licked her way down Linda's body. By the time she was between Linda's legs, the captive woman had already spread them. She wanted the tongue to touch her clit. She wanted to cum. She didn't care how. But Melissa touched everything else. She cleaned the wetness around Linda's cunt. She inserted her tongue for a second to capture more of the juice. And then she stood up. "You taste so good, Linda. Try it." Melissa kissed Linda, using her tongue to spread the fluid onto Linda's own lips and tongue. "Hmmmm," Melissa moaned. "Doesn't that make you SOOO horny?" Linda found herself pushing her lower body forward, trying to make contact with Melissa. It was so agonizing, not being able to touch herself...anywhere. She knew thirty seconds was all she needed. Jason walked over to them. He masturbated faster, his cock now as hard as Linda had ever seen it. Melissa was at her breasts again, licking and sucking and tugging with her teeth. With no other warning, Jason grunted loudly and Linda looked down to see a stream of cum land on her stomach. The next blast was aimed lower. After that, Jason held his cock just above Linda's pussy and let the cum drip out of his cock onto her body. As soon as he was done, Melissa kneeled down and started the process of licking Linda clean. Linda could feel the warm cum sliding over her clit. She hoped that was all Melissa needed to finally lick her there. But the teasing continued. Melissa licked every drop of cum except off her clit. Finally, at the very end, Melissa put her lips around the clit and quickly sucked off the last of Jason's semen. Linda moaned out loud. Melissa stood up and licked her lips sensuously. "Hmm, that's good," she said. "Taste it." She put her tongue on Linda's lips, the last of Jason's cum left behind as a souvenir. Linda licked it off, closing her eyes in aggravation. Melissa leaned next to Linda's ear. "You both taste great. And he feels fantastic in my cunt. You want him, don't you? You want him to fuck you. I knew it last night. You want him NOW. Beg for it, Linda. Beg for it." "I'll rot tied to this tree first," Linda said. Melissa laughed. "That's what the last one said." Jason walked behind Linda and untied her as Melissa put her jersey back on. Once Jason had his shorts on, they headed for the cabin. ### The rest of the morning and afternoon was without incident. Linda remained naked. Melissa and Jason periodically played with Linda's tits and pussy, but Linda refused to give in. She knew what they wanted. She was determined to either outlast them or find a time, place, and method to cum without their assistance or knowledge. In the evening, Jason was sitting next to Linda on the couch. He wore the same pair of shorts. Melissa was in a chair next to them. "I think tonight's the night, Linda," Jason said. "If my instinct is correct, sometime soon—certainly before tomorrow morning—you and I will have mutually consensual sex." He began to rub his cock from outside his shorts. "I think you're tired of Melissa having all the fun. You've seen my cock. Melissa has probably told you how good it feels in her. You can have it, Linda. That cunt that has been aching for attention since you got here can be satisfied if you just say two words: 'fuck me'. That's all. Just say it, Linda." She saw his erection and marveled at how he did it. Jason saw her eyes on him, so he opened the zipper and pulled out his cock. He held it up with his hand, caressing it but still allowing Linda to see it. "Think about this inside your cunt, Linda. You could slide down on this and a minute later you'd be screaming with pleasure." He pulled on the cock and then removed his hand, showing Linda the full length and thickness. She only looked for a second before turning her head away. Jason put his hand on the inside of her thigh. "You've been wet for two days now. Your clit must be throbbing. Should I find out?" Linda shook her head. His hand crept higher. "Make it easy, Linda. Just say the words." When his fingers reached her pussy, she pulled away, turning her body until her back faced him. Jason grabbed her arm and roughly dragged her towards him. Linda yelped when Jason rotated her around and threw his mouth on top of hers. With unbelievable strength, he grabbed the inside of her leg, flung it across his lap and had her facing him. Jason put his hands on her ass and centered her between his legs. His cock rose like a pole just in front of her body. "This is going to be your position for a while, babe. I think it won't be long, though. Before we settle in, take off my shorts." Linda got him naked and took her place back on top of his legs. Jason pulled her closer. Her pussy barely touched the base of his cock. "Move up, Linda." She knew what would happen if she did. Linda froze in place, her face nervously expressing her defiance. "Move up, Linda," Jason repeated. She inched forward, staring Jason in the eyes. She felt the cock begin to fall onto Jason's body. She refused to look down. "More." Then she felt it. His cock was on her clit. She tried to lift herself without it being noticeable. But Jason put his hands on her waist and held her down, pulling her forward a little more. That last move put his cock squarely in the center of her pussy so that she felt it at the entrance to her cunt and on her clit. Nothing that had happened to her in her captivity affected her the way his cock did in that position. "Now slowly masturbate me with your pussy, Linda." She couldn't. Any movement at all would cause her throbbing clit to send surges through her body that she couldn't control. She rejected Jason and Melissa's notion that she would eventually demand to be fucked. Jason didn't say anything about her delay. He simply reached up and rolled Linda's nipples in his fingers. He wrung them until they stuck out even farther and glowed a bright crimson. Linda began to rock involuntarily on Jason's cock as it lay on his body. Both Jason and Linda felt the moisture from her pussy easing the route it took up and down his shaft. Whenever Linda tried to lessen the pressure, Jason would pinch her nipples a little harder. Her nearly silent whines came more often. Jason's cock got wetter. Then Linda heard Melissa moving up behind her. Melissa reached around and replaced Jason's hands with her own on Linda's tits. The fairly rough handling of the man was replaced with gentle caresses of the woman. But the effects were the same. Neither Melissa nor Jason spoke, apparently sensing that Linda was approaching a critical point and they didn't want to alter her state of mind with words. As long as Linda continued to rub her pussy on Jason's cock, the end result was inevitable. Jason had an innate ability to make his cock rise up when it was erect, applying more pressure against Linda's pussy and clit without her being able to stop it. The vibrator-like action brought Linda just that little bit closer to climax. Beg For It Melissa kneaded Linda's breasts and compressed them with her palms. Linda uttered a very distinct and audible moan, the first indication she was losing the ability to manage her need to cum. Jason lifted his body into hers just a little more. This time she didn't pull up. He decided to change approaches. "You feel so good, Linda. So warm. So wet." Her eyes were closed. The rest of her body seemed out of her control. "My cock loves the way your body wraps around it so naturally. How does it feel to you, Linda? How does it feel on your clit?" She didn't answer. "What do you think it would feel like inside you? Deep inside your cunt. Making you want to cum." He paused. "I'm not going to rape you, Linda. But I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you and make you cum like you never have before." He felt her body actually shiver. "You've watched us, me and Melissa. You've heard her. She wants this every night, Linda, and keeps coming back for more. You can have it, too. Just say the words." Jason was pressing his cock into her with the most force thus far. Melissa was pulling on her nipples. Linda cried out, "Stop. Stop!" "No, Linda. We won't stop because you don't want us to. Tell us what you want." Linda shook her head, a tear appearing at the corner of each eye. "Are you ready, Linda?" Jason asked. Another non-verbal 'No'. Jason held her by the waist, pulling her down while forcing his cock against her body. He practically grunted with each powerful slide of his cock along her pussy. "Ohhhhhhh, no. No!" Linda squealed. "What do you want?" "Stop!" "Say it, Linda." She was crying now with tears falling from her chin. She punched Jason's chest but with so little power he hardly felt it. Melissa leaned down to Linda's ear and whispered, "It's OK, Linda. Beg for it and he'll fuck you." The only sound after that was Linda's sniffling and gasping. Her body twitched. "Ready?" Linda didn't shake her head and Jason smiled. Linda didn't see it behind her closed eyes. "Ready?" Linda's body seemed to slump onto Jason's lap. She nodded one time. "Tell me what you want." "I want to cum," she sobbed. "Say the words." Her crying echoed in the cabin. Linda put her hands over her face. Jason still rubbed her pussy with his cock. "Please," Linda murmured. "Please, what?" "Fuck me," she said in a voice so low Jason almost had to read her lips. "Louder, Linda." A momentary pause was filled with Linda taking deep breaths and straightening her back. "Fuck me, damn it!" she shouted. "Good girl." Jason immediately lifted Linda and let his cock point in a more convenient direction. Linda stood on her own while Jason moved his cock under her cunt. She felt the tip brush against her an inch or two too high. She moved until it was in place. "Whenever you're ready," Jason said. Linda glowered at him one last time and then sank down onto the cock like she was sitting in a chair. She thought it would be easy because of her wetness. And he DID slide all the way in. But his size compared to her cunt surprised her and she shrieked. "I warned you," Jason said as he started to fuck her. Melissa returned her hands to Linda's tits and the session was officially started. The shock of finally having sex took a minute to wear off for Linda. Nothing about it had been by her design. But, in the end, she couldn't stop it. If she had protested this time, they would have spent the night harassing her some more. At some time she was going to cave in. It proved to be sooner rather than later. Linda's fighting spirit came back and she once more attempted to pound on Jason. He allowed her to pummel his upper arms for a while, but when she tired out, Jason held her by the wrists and fucked her harder. Linda whimpered in a tone that could have been taken for either pain or pleasure. "That's it," Jason told her. "Get angry. Yell at me. Loud!" "Fuck you," Linda shouted. "Louder!" Jason gripped her wrists hard enough to hurt. "Fuck you!" "Cum, Linda. Don't hold it back. Cum for me!" "Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck!" "Yell it. I want to hear you cum!" "God, noooooo. Oh God!" "Cum, Linda. Now!" "Ohhh fuck. Yes! Yesss!" "Say the words!" "Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me!" Linda's orgasm began with a shriek from deep inside her that shocked even Jason. He pounded her so hard with his cock he was afraid he'd hurt her. But, if anything, she lowered her body to accept even more. Melissa let go of her breasts so Linda and Jason could hold each other closer. Linda had her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping at an angle that best allowed his thick cock to fill her cunt. She didn't know if the orgasm would ever end. Or if one led to another. It just went on and on and on, each wave bringing on another. Her yells persisted incoherently as her body tightened around Jason's throbbing cock. At some point during it all, Jason started to unload his cum into her. Their combined groans benefited Melissa the most: she was masturbating right along with them and having her own climax. Linda shook with much-needed gratification. Jason poured several shots of semen into her. And Melissa fingered her own clit until she couldn't stand up any more. After about two minutes of pure sexual mayhem, all three crumpled onto the couch. Jason was the first to speak. "When you get home, Linda, you're going to tell everybody you ran off with me for two days. Nobody forced you to go. Yes, you had sex with me. Yes, you consented. And if you don't say these things, Linda, the consequences will be quite dire. Do you understand?" Linda nodded. "Good girl. Do you want to go back tonight or tomorrow?" The long silence told Jason what the answer was going to be. Finally, Linda said in a near-whisper, "Tomorrow." Beg For Mama's Milk (All characters are over 18 years of age) After getting a request for a Mommy audio, I've decided to put out something I've already recorded. I don't know if lactation play is popular around Literotica, but it's worth a try! :) After the way you've acted on your first day of the college school year, you still expect me to reward you? Well, okay...but you're gonna have to beg for it, baby boy. Feel free to send positive feedback. It's what keeps me coming back here to Literotica. Enjoy! ;) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (18.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Beg For Me Fridays nights were dull, they had always been dull. I wished for something to happen, to change the monotony of life. I really should have been careful what I wished for. I was 19 when it happened, working at the bar on the college campus to earn some extra cash while I studied law. Every single Friday night was the same, rowdy guys and girls gyrating and kissing while they drank away their lives. It was boring. One Friday changed my life forever, it was Thanksgiving and most of the other students had gone home for the holiday. I had the night off and agreed to go out with Ashley and Madison, why I have no clue but I'd promised them. We arrived at the bar a little after 9 o'clock and I had ordered the drinks. Something pink and sweet for Madison, a beer for Ashley and vodka and coke for myself, for the longest time we sat and studied the other people in the bar, Ashley insisted on telling us the latest gossip about almost everyone that had entered the bar including who was sleeping with whom. After a few drinks, I relaxed a little and started to understand why people enjoyed this so much. I should really explain that I don't normally drink, my father was an alcoholic and died of liver and kidney failure when I was 7. Madison's brother had arrived shortly after us and kindly refilled our rapidly emptying glasses. We had dated for a few months when I first started at college but his passion for football had driven a firm and immovable wedge between us. At 11 o'clock, I started feeling light headed and sick. I put it down to having too much to drink and despite the best efforts of both Ashley and Madison, I made my excuses and left. The house I shared with 4 other girls was empty and would be for the next few days. I pushed the door closed and flicked half heartedly at the lock. In retrospect, that was my first mistake but also the best thing I could have done. I made my way to the kitchen and had a few glasses of water before climbing the stairs and showering quickly. My room was perfect. Sparsely decorated and tidy. In its center a large double bed with an ornate wooden headboard. The bed had been my grandmothers and I loved the feel of the solid mahogany. By this point, I was still feeling ill, but knew that a good nights sleep was all I needed and after throwing my towel into the wash basket and slipping on my sleep mask, I snuggled down under the duvet and passed out. I woke up sharply and tried to remove my mask. Fear griped my heart and stomach when I found that my arms were stretched out above my head, an unfamiliar cold holding my wrists in place. I fought for minutes, maybe hours against the new restraints but to no avail. All I could hear was my heart beating loudly, it sounded as though it were actually in my head, a marching band of enormous proportions hammering a terrifying tune. 'Oh god, this is it.' I remember thinking, 'I'm going to die right here.' I laid as still as I could, which, given my restraints wasn't hard. I couldn't hear anyone else in the house but that didn't help to calm my rapidly growing terror. Minutes, maybe an hour passed since I had awoken and my heart slowed to a more normal pace. I pricked my ears, trying to hear the sound of another person. From my left, a floorboard creaked under someones weight and I screamed loudly. Someone had been there all along, maybe watching me and doing who knew what at the same time. I knew this person had to be the cause of my confinement. 'What do you want?' I called out in the direction I had guessed they had gone in. Silence greeted me. I asked again, trying to hide the fear in my voice as I spoke. Warm, soft hands wrapped around my left ankle and my first instinct was to pull my leg back. The grip tightened but wasn't painful as my leg was straightened out and securely fastened to the foot of the bed. I fought, I really did, thrashing as best as I could and hitting nothing but air. Bile burnt the back of my throat as those same soft hands secured my right ankle in the same manner. 'He's going to rape me!' My mind screamed at me, 'Do something, he's going to rape you!!' I screamed, begged and yelled hoping that someone on campus would hear me and call the cops but no one did. If my screams were heard, then no one thought anything of them at all. 'Please, please don't hurt me. I have money in the dresser, take what you want just don't hurt me, please!!' Silence met my every plead. It was that that had scared me more than anything. I tried to cover my exposed body, tried curling up so that I wasn't so vulnerable. The restraints prevented me from doing much and so I laid there, my breasts exposed for my captor and my sex spread for the taking. I listened then, lying as still as I could trying to work out where he was. The gentle click of a camera gave him away and I flinched as markedly as if he had hit me. Four, five maybe six more clicks followed and I tried hiding my naked body once more. He grunted something at that point and forced my legs open before taking many more photographs. Tears seeped from my face and out from under my mask, they tickled slightly as they rolled down my cheeks and I was powerless to wipe them away. 'Help!!!!' I screamed. 'Rape, fire, murder! Help!!!' I screamed with all the force my lungs would allow, words flowed from me like water and I was glad that they were words that, if heard, would result in the arrival of the police. 'Shut up!' a male voice barked and instantly my screams died on my lips as terror took over control of my system and I sobbed. He left me then, left me alone with my terror and tears. The pain in my shoulder was all that stopped me from falling into a light sleep and I struggled to get comfortable. My throat was dry and sore from screaming and my brain suddenly wondered why it was that I wasn't cold. 'He must have put the heater on.' I told myself slowly. 'But why would he? Why does he care if I'm cold?' Footsteps echoed down the hardwood corridor and I stiffened at the sound. The door creaked slightly as he entered and once again I tried closing my legs, my knees bending in like a frogs. 'Would you like a drink?' he asked me. I nodded quickly, my throat burning from my screams. Gentle hands lifted my head slightly and cool glass touched my lips. I drank quickly, the icy cool water soothing my throat if not my fear. He took the glass away and gently laid my head back down on the pillow. 'What do you want?' I asked again slowly. His reply came in the form of ice cold water dripped into the hollow in my throat and I gasped loudly as it was followed by another drop that hardened my nipples almost immediately. An ice cube ran a trail across my chest, barely touching my skin but burning a line around my breast as he moved. My breath caught in my throat and I had to fight to suppress a moan. Involuntarily, I pressed up into this burning pleasure and immediately it was removed, beads of water trickling slowly down my torso every time I took a breath. I tried to fight, tried to scream but my passion was firmly alight and burning in me. Frustrated and angry, I yelled out, called, tried to demand that he let me go but my voice let me down and my attempts were less than convincing. He cleared his throat, the only sound he had made since asking me if I wanted a drink. 'Please let me go!' I said again, this time I almost sounded like I meant it I could hear him moving at the foot of the bed and I struggled to try and hear exactly what he was doing. Fingers gently caressed my thighs and I flinched once again, the touch of a lover against my skin and firing my loins once more. 'You don't know him!' my mind insisted and yet my groin ignored its pleas. Something softer replaced those fingers, its touch barely there and yet unable to ignore as it traced the thinnest of lines up and down my inner thigh. My breath quickened and despite my best efforts to despise this man, my body was aching for his touch. My hips pressed up to where I thought his hand may be and the soft touch vanished. I whimpered softly and the gentle touch returned. A feather! It had to be a feather. Moving deliberately over my thighs and then over my rapidly moistening lips. 'Please...' I whispered as he gently caressed my folds with the tip of the feather. Once again I pushed my hips up to meet that sensuous feeling. Once again, that feeling vanished. My chest heaved and I wriggled against the frustration that was building within me. I heard the rustle of clothing and my fear returned full force. A finger, one smooth finger ran against my wetness, pressing gently against my clit and I moaned as it gained speed. I couldn't help it, I pressed into his touch and he moved away. This time back across the room. 'I'm sorry, please.' I begged, I needed him to touch me, wrong or right, consensual or not, I needed to feel him. He ignored my pleas and I heard the gentle creak of the chair as he sat down. 'Please, please. I won't move, I promise!' He ignored me for what felt like an eternity and I struggled to satisfy myself, I tried squeezing my thighs together to alleviate the passion but the restraints held me fast. Everything I tried failed miserably and so, frustrated and in need, I waited. Eventually he returned, his gentle fingers sliding effortlessly and expertly over my slick folds, my wetness increasing with every pass of his finger. I wanted to push into him, wanted to feel him in me, but knew I couldn't move. He slid one finger so gently into me and I gasped, moaning loudly as he pushed deep into me, curling his finger up and hitting home. Pumping harder, I started to move with him, and for a minute or two, he let me that was until I moved too much and he pulled his finger roughly from my core. I whined pitifully. Without warning, a heavy hand pinned my hips to the bed and his hot mouth covered my sex, lapping and sucking at my clit as he worked my pussy hard and fast, his tongue dipping into me before returning to my clit. I screamed in ecstasy, his fingers joining and pumping hard and fast into me, pushing me to the brink of climax. I forced my hips up to meet him and, once more he pulled back, one finger teasing my entrance and driving me wild with desire. 'Please.....' I begged again, I needed to cum more than I'd ever needed anything else in my entire life. He pulled his hand away once more and I growled at the movement. The rustle of clothing once again filled my ears and I spread my legs wider, hoping that my pleas would be answered. The mattress between my feet absorbed his weight and by now I was panting, the anticipation filled my groin and fought to stay still. He leant over me, his breath tickling my chin as he took his position. I pulled against the handcuffs that held me fast and he moaned then, sensing the need in me. He slipped the head of his cock between my slick folds, teasing me as he guided it over my clit. Testing me to see if I'd move. I moaned and begged but managed to control my hips as he slipped into me. I couldn't help myself, I bucked up hard into him, drawing the length of his impressive cock into me and moaning loudly as I did so. He yanked back, pulling violently from me and grabbing my hips. 'Please, fuck me, just fuck me now!' I begged him unashamedly. He laughed, a small, delicate sound that didn't fit in the scenario as he plunged his hard cock into me, thrusting deep and hard. My breasts bounced as he fucked me and he grabbed them painfully, pinching my nipples and squeezing roughly. I begged him to fuck me harder, and he obliged, ramming himself into me and making me scream. He was either a large man or the anticipation and desire made it feel that way as he pounded and grunted while thrusting hard and fast. My hips leapt up to meet him, each thrust met his with perfect timing and, despite the slight pain of the act, I screamed as he fucked me into climax. I came hard for him, harder than I ever had before and as I did so, he fucked me harder and harder until his own climax pumped into me, mixing with my own juices and soaking my bed covers. I lay quivering and satisfied as he climbed off the bed and dressed. My exhaustion left me unable to move. 'Who are you?' I asked him, my breath coming in short, harsh gasps. He didn't reply but then, I never expected him to. Laying there, exhaustion overtook me and I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, my wrists were free and I ripped off my sleep mask. The room was empty; the only evidence of my visitor was the undeniable aroma of sex that filled the room. Beg For More "I'm not very good at making decisions," he grinned. The two young girls stared at one another and laughed. "Well, so far as I'm concerned," the blonde started. "You don't have to choose," the brunette finished. "We're...." "A couple," the other girl finished. "I see," he practically drooled. "I'm Gwen," the brunette offered, grinning devilishly. "This is Kerri." "Gwen and Kerri," he nodded. "Right," the blonde girl, Kerri, beamed. "Don't forget it!" He chuckled lightly at this. "So rockstar," Gwen grinned. She had the most beautiful lavender eyes, he thought, realizing that they were clearly not natural. She was the taller of the two girls, clearly a few years the senior of Kerri. She was lean and firm, her breasts jutting proudly from her miniscule tank top. Her jeans were so low on her hips, he could easily see hints of her panties- a thong, by the look of it. Her hair was a soft chestnut blended with the occassional pink streak. Nice touch, he grinned to himself. Her friend, Kerri, was smaller, more petite. Her tiny waist was sinched in by a tight black corset, her blue leather pants almost too flashy for their present atmosphere. He appreciated her effort to look good, though. Her blonde hair was untamed, wild and reaching almost fully to her bottom. Her makeup was liberally applied; a stark contradiction to Gwen, who wore no makeup at all. Natural and overdone. Casual and wild. The perfect pair, he thought. And lovers? He could die a happy, happy man. "Hey, snap out of it!" Gwen quipped, slapping his cheek lightly. "Come back to earth, Benjo-boy." Benji snorted. She was certainly a spirited gal. "Alright, my playthings," Gwen giggled. "I have a hotelroom key, anyone care to join me?" Kerri grabbed her girlfriend's outstretched hand, and they waited expectantly for Benji to follow. "You won't hurt me, will you?" Benji smirked. Kerri grinned. "Only if you beg." "And you will!" Gwen teased. "Oh, you definitely will!"