0 comments/ 116148 views/ 8 favorites Katie's Coercion By: TWOCDY My life was fairly uncomplicated until my last semester of college. It was the week before Spring Break and my last assignment was a paper due for my Art History class at noon on Wednesday. I already had a job lined up in New York so I didn't care much about my grade. I finished up early that morning and threw a sweatshirt over by Hello Kitty pajamas and flip-flopped my way over to Professor Greer's office. I dropped the paper off in a box outside of his office labeled "Term Papers" and was on my way out when I ran into this guy Nate. I don't think I ever had a class with Nate, but everyone on campus knew him to be something of a perv. He came from old money and would throw lavish parties at his place and then hit on all of the drunken girls. It must have worked for him because I saw him with a new girl every couple of weeks, but he did nothing for me. As I passed by him, Nate looked me up and down and cooed "Well hellooooo kitty" in his most lecherous voice. I threw my hair to one side and gave him my best "Fuck Off" glare without saying a word. When Professor Greer called me the next afternoon I was a bit surprised but not too worried. He said he needed to see me as soon as possible, so I went over to his office around 4:45. He dropped the first bombshell on me as soon as I got there. "Katie I run all of the papers that I grade through an internet search engine designed to uncover plagiarism and much to my disappointment your paper came back as copied," he said. "That's impossible I wrote all of it myself," I stammered back. "Take a look for yourself, it's a perfect match," he said turning the computer screen for me to inspect. Stunned, I looked up and down the screen and made a startling discovery. "That's not my paper, I didn't write that." "Katie this is the only paper I received through my mail slot with your name on it." "I didn't put it in the mail slot, I left it in a box outside your office." "Katie there was no box, just a sign clearly instructing everyone to slide their papers through the slot in my door. Everyone else left their papers that way." "That's impossible. There was a box.... and no sign.... and that's where I left it. Someone must have set me up." He paused for a minute and turned away slightly rubbing his eyes. "Who would set you up Katie?" My mind twisted. I had fucked around some in college, but I couldn't think of anyone mad enough or clever enough to pull this off. Maybe some ex-girlfriend of a guy I slept with but no names came to me. I shrugged. "Katie I thought you would be sensible enough to confess. I know you must be under a lot of pressure so I was going to take it easy on you and let you write a new paper then pass you with a 'C'. But this, this is clearly pre-meditated. You could not make up some bullshit story about a box on the spot, so I know you must have planned this out in case you were caught. I have to go to Faculty Senate. Be back here at 8 AM, I will think about this overnight. My mind raced all night. I called some classmates and none of them saw a box. With no evidence I knew that he would never believe me and sticking with the truth would just make him madder. Eventually I settled on a new plan. Professor Greer had a reputation as something of a perv himself. I caught him staring at my tits a number of times in class and I know that other girls thought the same. I planned to play dumb and flirt it up with him. Worst case scenario is that I'd have to give him a blowjob in his office. I know two girls who passed classes that way and I wasn't above it myself if that's what it came to. I barely slept that night, but got dressed up as best I could the next morning with my shortest shorts, a low cut shirt and my best push-up bra to highlight my ample tits. Professor Greer shot my plan to Hell as soon as I got there. "Katie, I reviewed your file last night and, while I have no idea what trouble led you to making this poor decision, I think you have no idea what dire consequences you have brought on yourself. You are an Honor's Scholar which gives you a full ride plus room and board for 4 years. Are you aware that if you are expelled for cheating, you owe the entire amount back to the University? Since you are in your last semester that would amount to more than $150,000." I was stunned. Too speechless to talk, too scared to move. My parents were broke and without a college degree there is no way I could pay that money back. I immediately panicked. I slumped to my knees and began pleading and then tugging at his pant leg. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone, I'll do anything... anything." I had no idea what I was doing, I was pawing his crotch and trying to undo his zipper. My only thought was that if I could get his cock in my mouth he wouldn't be able to stop me, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me up out of my half crouch. "So this is how you want things to be?" he asked. "Yes, yes. Anything," I responded. "Anything?" he said one more time. "Yes. Anything". I said in the firmest tone I could muster. He slowly walked to his desk, pulled out a card, and held it out for me to take. It was blank and he had me write a number on it. "Call that number after five, tell them your name and ask for you assignment. Do you understand?" he said. "Yes," I muttered. "Good. Your assignment will be this weekend. You will be asked to perform a service. On Monday morning upon completion of that job, I will call the client and ask only one question. I will ask him if he was satisfied with your service and he will simply answer 'Yes' or 'No'. If he answers 'Yes' I will make all of this go away." "And if he answers 'No'?" I asked. "Don't forget to call after five," he said dismissing me with a flick of his hand. I made the call after five as instructed. The voice that answered told me that I would be the entertainment at a Bachelor party. A car would pick me up at 8 PM Saturday night and take me to the event. I could dress comfortably for the ride, but I should have my hair and make-up done before leaving. I only slept that night because of the alcohol I poured down myself to calm my nerves. What on Earth had I gotten myself into? What did it mean to be the 'entertainment'? Saturday crawled by slowly and by the time 8 came, I was just ready to get things over with. The driver of the car was a muscular black man. He informed me that I would be stripping for the party and asked me if I had every danced before. I said 'No' and he said that there were videos of stripping techniques in the DVD player. I should watch the tapes and I would receive more instructions on what was expected of me at the party. The drive was well over an hour into the suburbs for which I was glad because it decreased the chance that I would know anyone. The driver pulled up to a huge house and I was led in through a side door by the driver. I was met by a tall, striking man probably in his late 30's. He looked me up and down and seemed pleased with what he saw. At the time I was 5'8" and about 120. My parents were of mixed descent so I had tanned skin and long brown hair. I was in pretty good shape, but since I quit playing tennis my curves had filled out a little and I was now a full C cup which helped my confidence a little. He said his name was Christian and that he was the host. He led me down a short hallway to a guest bedroom. "This is where you can get ready; the outfit is on the bed. The show will be in about an hour, we're still getting the groom drunk. The man I spoke with told me to be completely clear so that there were no misunderstandings," he said. I nodded my head slowly as my pulse raced. "The groom is my brother Jack. The asshole was at my Bachelor party two years ago and snapped some pictures on his camera phone of me getting a blowjob from the stripper. He's been blackmailing me ever since for money. Whatever you do, I need to get some incriminating photos. Will that be a problem?" My heart fell into my stomach. I had to suck off some asshole in front of a bunch of strangers or else my whole life was over. "It will not be a problem," I said. "Good. Now that we are clear, he has a 'daddy fetish', so shave off your cunt hair if you haven't already and put on that school girl outfit. I'll come get you when we're ready. I left some vodka in here for you if you need a little liquid courage." When Christian finally came to get me, I had a pretty buzz going. He led me down a long hallway to large open living room. About 7 guys were sitting on couches along the sides and the groom was sitting in a recliner in a cleared out section at the front of the room. A servant was serving drinks from a small wet bar to the side and it was clear all of the guys were quite lubed by this point. The group starting cheering as soon as they saw me, yelling for the stripper to come 'flash her cans'. When Jack saw me, he got a big shitting eating grin on his face and pointed at his brother with a knowing smile. The bartender started playing 'Milkshake' and the side lights were dimmed leaving a small well lit area in front of the groom. Jack tried to wrap his arms around me but I pushed him back into his seat gently before starting. Christian had left me a short plaid skirt, white button down shirt, knee high socks, and black leather shoes with matching white bra and panties. The bra was a demi-cup with lots of padding to squeeze my cleavage together and the panties were not much more than a thin slip of material shaped into a thong. To top off the costume I put my hair up in pigtails to look like a proper school girl slut. I began my routine swaying my hips back and forth while walking around the room addressing all of the guys. I winked and flirted as best I could telling everyone hello. By the time I circled back to the center of the room, I began to dance in earnest grinding my hips and pushing my tits to together. Jack begged for a good look so I pushed my feet apart and bent over straight kneed to give him a good look. Meanwhile the short skirt rode up my back exposing the thin strip of white lace that barely covered by pussy lips. The guys screamed their approval and a big smiled crossed over Jack's face. I stood back up and turned my back to Jack, flipping up my skirt to give him a brief taste of what he'd missed. I worked the room some more, slowly undoing the buttons on the shirt until my tits peaked out from the bra that presented them so invitingly to the crowd. As the music died out I moved over to Jack sliding onto his lap. I knew that I wasn't much of a dancer and that the best way to seduce him would be with a little acting. As I nestled into his lap, I asked him "Could you help me with my bra clasp, daddy? I'm having trouble undoing it." I arched my back and stretched my arms up lifting the hair off my shoulders. He reached his big arms around me and undid the front clasp. As he pulled back the cups he ran his hands over my smooth firm breasts caressing them to the admiration of the crowd. I slipped my arms through the loops and flung the bra to one side of the room as I ground into his hard dick a little with my ass. I leaned back and put my arms around his neck gentled swaying my hair back and forth. "Oh daddy, I think that I've been a bad girl," I cooed with my sexiest voice. "What did you do princess?" he asked. "Well I think I did something very naughty. Billy at school paid me $1 to look at my underpants. Is it bad to let boys see my underpants for money?" "Yes it is dear." "How naughty is it?" "Very naughty." "Are you going to have to spank me daddy?" "Well do you think that you need some help remembering to be a good girl next time?" "Yes I think that I need some help." "Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two." Firmly on the middle. "Three." Again on the right and then quickly on the left. "Four... Fi...." before I could catch up. "Uh-oh. You lost the count. We're gonna have to start over," he mocked. "Yes daddy, anything you say." He smacked the right. "One." Again to the left. "Two." Now in the middle. "Three." This time he reached across with his left hand pulling my cheeks apart. He slapped down the middle across my soft flesh. "Four," I squealed while biting my lip. For the final slap he took his time clearly soaking in his enjoyment. While spreading my cheeks, he worked his right fingers over my clothed covered lips and clit. "I think that your panties are keeping you from really getting spanked. I want you to pull them to the side." I reached around with my hand slipping one finger around the moist cloth and pulling it to the side. "Good girl," he said as he let out one final smack to my swollen sex. "Five," I purred. "I think I had better take a look to make sure you got the full spanking that you deserve." He motioned for me to slide down from his lap onto my hands and knees. I lifted my skirt for him to inspect his work. "I think you'd better pull off your skirt and panties so I can make sure," he mocked. I unhooked the skirt and then slid the soft white lace down each leg until only the stockings and shoes remained. "I think that's good, but you'd better show the guys and make sure they agree. Guys feel free to add a little smack if you think she hasn't gotten enough." I slowed crawled around the room on my hands and knees, arching my back to better present my ass to the group of drunken horny men. Each one looked over my aching flesh making sexist remarks. "Don't think you've had quite enough you little slut," as he smacked my ass. "Don't forget to thank Mr. Thomas for being so concerned about you." Jack said. "Thank you Mr. Thomas," I answered. "Little sluts can always take more than you think," as another man slapped my backside. "Thank you sir. I will take whatever you think I deserve." "This will help you remember," the third man said as he let go another blow. "It will help me remember, thank you sir" "You're a very naughty girl," was the best number 4 could come up with as he slapped me. "Thank you sir, I will try not to be so naughty." "Remember to always obey your daddy," the next guy reminded me before his smack. "I will always obey my daddy. Thank you sir." The sixth guy just laughed as he struck my ass. "Thank you sir." The last man was Christian. "Well you've been very naughty, but you're being a good girl now. And I think a good girl should go back over to her daddy and see what she can do to make him happy again," he said before sending me off you a little slap. "Thank you sir, I will see what I can do to make my daddy happy." I crawled back to the center of the room and curled up in Jack's lap. "Do you think that will help you remember next time Billy wants to see your underpants?" "Yes daddy." "Now what do you think you can do to make it up to your daddy." "I don't know... well I have one idea." "What is that?" "I peaked into your room last night and I saw mommy putting your man part in her mouth and licking it like a lollypop. That seemed to make you very happy," I purred while rubbing his chest. "Well I don't know about that, are you sure that's a good idea?" he said as I sensed some hesitancy for the first time. I knew my chance was at hand, I could feel his pulsing cock as he gently stroked my naked thigh. I slid off his lap between his legs and looked at him with pleading eyes as I ran my hands over his cock. "Please daddy, I'll be a good girl." With that he let me unzip his pants and pull out his cock which was almost purple now with excitement. I gripped the based of his dick as I lifted the other hand up the shaft and over the head. He grabbed my wrists firmly with both hands and I could feel his uncertainty trying to muster the strength to pull me away. At the peak of his tension, I thrust my head up over his member lowering my eager mouth onto his waiting cock. Immediately his sweet torment was ended as he released my wrists and leaned his head back into the chair enjoying every minute of the best blowjob of his life. I worked my lips over his throbbing dick, using my hands to massage his balls. I stuck my ass up in the air to show off for the rest of the group while continuing my sensual assault on his manhood. The crowd roared with approval. After several minutes I could sense his climax was close so I slid my hand under his balls and slipped a finger up his asshole. He immediately grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. My finger, still stuck in asshole, worked his prostate encouraging him to spray his cum into my wide open mouth. I swallowed his entire load before returning to his cock to finish cleaning him up. I was awoken from my daze by the sound of 7 grown men clapping and cheering loudly. I turned around to my adoring audience and cleaned a little more cum off my fingers to their delight. One of the unsuspected results of accomplishing my job so well was that I now had 7 extremely horny and extremely drunk men surrounding me. Any hope of finishing the night with a sore ass and a blowjob was quickly dashed when Jack said "She's all yours boys." I look over at Christian but he had walked over to the bartender, camera in hand, to get another drink. The remaining six men picked me and carried me over to the couch, hands and lips smothering my body. Eventually they decided to make a list to decide the order of who would have my young body first. They settled on going by longest married since it had probably been the longest for those guys since they had felt a tight pussy. They spun he around on the couch, knees in the air, head propped over the arm rest. Slowly the first man undressed, his cock as hard as it had been in years, and easily slipped it into my soaking wet cunt. It felt so good that I let out a little moan of sexual release and any doubt that all of the men would have their way with me was gone. While the first guy fucked my pussy, the second guy undressed and presented his cock to me for attention. At first he slid it over my lips like he was tit fucking them but then I turned my head and took him in to my waiting mouth. The first guy blew his load and tapped his friend on the shoulder for his turn at my pussy, but he just laughed and said that it had been so long since his wife had sucked him off, he was just gonna enjoy the full treatment. After a few minutes, he grabbed the back of my head and started pumping his hips in rhythm to the thrusts. He quickly emptied his load, pulled up his pants and said goodbye to the guys. He had to get back to his wife. After that the remaining four guys were a blur. I remember they took their time, maybe because they were younger and getting sex from their wives or girlfriends more often or maybe just because they were drunker. Anyway, each one eventually relieved their cocks in my mouth or in my pussy, thanked me and left the party. By the end, the guys were gone, Jack was passed out in a corner, and Christian sipped his drink. "Very nice job. I have enough pictures to ruin that prick if he ever fucks with me again," Christian said. "So you're happy with my services?" I asked back. "Yes.... well almost. Everyone else has had a turn with you, now its mine." He sat down his drink, walked over to me, and put his hand on my back. "Except I don't want to share that pretty little mouth or that stretched out cunt with my friends. I'm gonna put my fucking brother to bed. I want you to take a shower and wash all of that sweat and cum off of you. I left a dildo in the guest bedroom, when I get back you'd better have that asshole waiting for me." Katie's Coercion Ch. 02 I wanted answers and was eager for Nate to finish so I worked my lips over his cock as best as I knew how. Nate's cock was short and very round so I had no problem working the entire length of his shaft with each bob of my head. Nate however was in no rush to finish. He was delighted that I had to do as he said so he leaned back and relaxed while I pleasured him. At first he just sat still as the driver took us home, but after several minutes he could no longer contain himself and slowly start rocking his hips forward with each thrust of my head. I picked up on Nate's excitement and wrapped my hand around his cock, sliding it up and down along with my lips. Nate could only last a few seconds with this extra stimulation and soon pressed his hand down against the back of my head while he emptied his load into my mouth. I quickly swallowed his load and sat up as soon as he released the pressure on my head. "Alright, there is your blowjob. Now you owe me some answers," I demanded. "You are one great little cocksucker, Katie. Well, I suppose a deal is a deal. I recently took a job with my father's company. It is my job to recruit new employees to the company. And you are my first recruit," Nate answered. "What the hell are you talking about? What company? What job are you recruiting me for like this?" "My father and his three partners own an investment company. They make money by deciding which companies to put money into. They prefer to buy struggling companies in either the oil and gas or the defense industry. Then they straighten out the companies and quickly sell them to turn a large profit." Nate continued. "What does any of this have to do with me?" I demanded. "My father buys companies that are heavily dependent upon government contracts. His employees must either get the rights to drill for oil from a Third World country or get defense contracts to supply the Army. Dealing with corrupt government employees can be difficult so it is very useful from time to time to have the services of a beautiful woman to grease the wheels so to speak." "So this whole thing with the plagiarism and the bachelor party was a ploy to get me to suck the dick of your business partner?" I fumed. "Not quite, the men at the bachelor party were merely a test. As you can imagine a large company with our profile can not just advertise for young women. It would be much too damaging to the company if anything were revealed to the public. We need to be certain that you will not expose us, so Professor Greer and I created this scenario," Nate answered. "So you expect me to take a job working for your company as some kind of hired slut after you have gone out of your why to ruin my life?" I asked. "I can understand that you are angry, but this is business not personal. Its really quite simple. You can work for us. You will have an apartment in New York and receive $10,000 per month for your expenses. A few times per month you will be called upon to perform certain jobs, the rest of the time is yours to do as you will," he said. "What kind of jobs?" I asked. "The jobs can be quite simple. They range from providing entertainment for out of town associates to spending the night with politicians or government employees. There will also be opportunities to travel. Frequently our associates prefer to have a young lady accompany them on foreign business trips," Nate answered. "So I have to have sex with them?" "Not always, sometimes the men just want company. But if they do make sexual advances then we expect you to comply." "And what if I want to quit?" I asked. "We expect 10 years of service when you agree to work for us. After 10 years, when you are 32, there will be a bank account with one million dollars in it. Its your incentive to do a good job," Nate answered. "So I am basically a high price prostitute. What kind of girl do you think I am?" I demanded. "The kind of girl who decided to pick up the tip money after fucking 8 guys," Nate replied. We sat in silence until the car neared my apartment. I turned to him and asked "So now what?" "This week is Spring Break. If you are still interested, a car will pick you up at 10 AM tomorrow morning. My father and his associates are meeting this weekend and they like to meet the new employees themselves. You can learn more about the company and find out what it's like to work for us. Good night, Katie" Nate answered. I gathered up my things and got out of the car. I walked slowly back to my apartment as the car pulled away. My head was spinning from everything that had happened to me. The bachelor party was a big enough shock, but it was nothing compared to this. I only had a few hours to make a decision. I didn't ask Nate what would happen if I decided not to work for them, because I was afraid of the answer. If I decided not to do it, it's probably best not to know the consequences. And if I did decide to take the job, I didn't want it to be because of the threat. It might have been a delusion, but at least I could pretend it was my choice to make. I debated for awhile, but ultimately it came down to the money. Everyone has their price and I guess I am no different. The car arrived right at 10 AM as Nate had said and I was waiting for it. The car windows were tinted so that I couldn't see out and the driver rolled up another divider between us that prevented me from seeing where we were going. I guess I should not be surprised that they value their privacy. We drove for hours and arrived late in the afternoon at a mansion surrounded by several acres of rolling hills. I entered the house and was greeted by a butler or host. He introduced himself to me as Harold and took me to my room on the second level. The room had a large bed with luxury lines, handcrafted furniture, and a bathroom with a shower and hot tub. French doors opened onto a balcony with views of the lush forest. Harold informed me that dinner would be served at seven where I would meet with a representative of the company. After that I would be going to spa for treatments and clothes fittings. Right at seven Harold returned and led me to a small private dining area near my room. Shortly after I sat down a lady entered the room and introduced herself as Amanda. Amanda must have been in her late thirties or early forties. She was tall and slender with a nice figure. It was not hard to imagine that she was exquisitely beautiful when she was younger. I had many questions and Amanda had the answers. The four partners had been together since the late 1980s and in that time had managed to grow the company considerably. The company was now worth over $5 billion dollars. Typically they would purchase struggling companies quickly win approval for new government contracts and then sell them for a quick profit. While the company had sizeable research and lobbying divisions, it was her division that made the biggest difference. She would not tell me how many people worked for her, but she said there were many other girls like me employed by the company. They lived in the major financial markets of the world like New York, Washington, London, and Tokyo. The women provided an invaluable service to the company. Powerful men love to have 'no strings attached' sex with beautiful young women, but Interns usually talk and getting caught with a prostitute is the end of your career. That's where Amanda came in. She could arrange discreet meetings without the exchange of money. But most importantly she could guarantee no one would talk. As we spoke, she gave me the details of exactly what I would be doing. My apartment in New York would actually be a room in a luxury hotel. The company had rented out the room along with the one next to it indefinitely. The two rooms had a door connecting them from the inside. While I lived in one room, politicians or businessmen in New York could check into the adjoining room. Then, discreetly, they could enter my room for an anonymous meeting. We never had to be seen together or even entering the same the room. The meetings were infrequent, about twice a week and almost always at night. I would be free to do as I wished the rest of the day. I would be required to stay in physical shape and would have adequate funds for beauty salons, spa treatments and even plastic surgery. In fact they preferred that I went to school during the day. It provided a good cover story- I was a rich foreign student- and a lot of the politicians preferred educated women, because it didn't seem quite as sleazy. After discussing the job with her I accepted. The opportunity was too good to pass up on. I would begin work in June after graduation, but first I had a job tonight. One of the partners always liked to sample the new employees before they were sent on jobs. After dinner I would go to the spa for beauty treatments, but then at midnight I would be visited in my room by one of the partners. The spa treatments were amazing: massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, hair and make-up. After that I was fitted for my size and was told that a new wardrobe would be ready for me in New York. Tonight though I was given the finest French lingerie to wear for my date- heels, stockings, garter, panties and bra all in black from Aubade. After I was dressed I put on a gown and went back to my room where a bottle of chilled champagne was waiting for me. I removed the gown, sat back on the bed and begin to sip the champagne. I waited for 45 minutes until someone finally came to my room. Amanda knocked and quickly entered the room with an older man. "Katie, let me introduce you to Paul" she said pointing to the man. Suddenly I felt kind of self conscious standing there half naked as I shook his hand. Even though he was old enough to be my father, Paul was strikingly attractive. He was slightly over six feet tall and had managed to stay in fairly good shape for his age. "Katie it is good to meet you. I have heard some very nice things about you and we are looking forward to working with you. I hope you don't mind that I brought Amanda along. Most of the work that you'll be doing is fairly routine, but we do have a few clients who are into some kinkier things. We have to make sure that you are ready before you go out on your own," Paul said. At that my heart started to race a little. I wasn't exactly shy about sex, but after the bachelor party I was a little worried about what they considered kinky. Amanda must have noted by discomfort as she spoke up quickly. "It's alright dear. Paul likes a little show before sex and I am here to help out a little. What would you like to see tonight Paul?" she asked as she turned toward him. He walked up to her and whispered something in her ear. Her lips formed a big smile and she turned back to me. "Very good," is call I could her here say. Paul sat in a chair in the corner of the room as Amanda walked up to me. She picked up the half full glass of champagne and tilted it to my lips for me to finish and then sat the glass down. "Have you ever been with a woman before?" she asked and I nodded no. Amanda opened a drawer in the nightstand and removed a blindfold. She walked up behind me, tied the blindfold around my eyes, and whispered "This will help." She then turned me toward her and began kissing me, at first softly, and then more passionately. We moved toward the bed and lay down. I could feel her removing her clothes and soon her soft flesh pressed against mine. She was on top of me which left her one free hand to caress and stroke the length of my body. The blindfold worked and I soon became relaxed as she continued to kiss me and rub my waist and thighs. She next worked her way up and released my breasts from the bra, licking and gently pinching my nipples. She returned to kissing my lips and then slid her hand down my stomach and began caressing my swollen lips through the thin cloth of my moist panties. After an eternity of sensual torture, she worked her hand underneath the thin cloth and began massaging my aching sex. She quickly established a rhythm that drove me to the edge of ecstasy. She would slide two fingers down the length of slit, gently pressing the tips into my pussy to get them wet. She would then slide back up to the top of the slit where she would use her lubricated fingers to rub my clit. Once her finger started to dry, she would slide back down to my pussy and start over again. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore she took things to the next level. She stopped kissing me and removed my panties. She then moved her face down to my pussy and began licking my clit. At first she just used her tongue, but she soon added her fingers and started to explore the inner folds of my flesh. Eventually I began rocking my hips to match the movement of her tongue and she responded by slowly finger fucking me. My excitement grew as she curled her finger to rub my G-spot while her tongue brought me to over the edge and then into a full orgasm. After my body was done shaking, she moved back up to my face and gave me a long deep kiss and said "You taste great." She then said it was my turn to return the pleasure. She pulled me up and sat me on the edge of the bed. I thought about Paul and the show he was getting and I hoped he was happy. I could hear Amanda rustling in the drawer again and I was wondering what she was getting out this time. Soon she was standing before me and starting pulling me up off the bed. However, instead of standing, I could feel the pressure of her hand on my shoulders as pushed me to my knees. Kneeling before Amanda I felt powerless, but eager to do anything to please her. She began running her hand through my hair and across my face. "Look how beautiful she is. Don't you feel that it is a privilege Paul, to make love to such a stunning young women?" she said. "Yes I do. She is gorgeous" he answered. I began to blush again at being the center the attention. Amanda continued to press her fingers at my lips and I slowly began sucking on her finger tips. "You like to suck, don't you?" she asked. "Yes" was all I could answer. "I bet you like to suck cock," she teased. "I love to suck cock," I replied. "Show me how you like to suck cock," she demanded. I was expecting her to have Paul step forward and present himself, but instead I felt a long two sided dildo pressing against my lips. I took its length into my mouth and began to give long full strokes to the toy. "Good. Suck that cock. Get it good and wet. I'm gonna stick it in your cunt and you're gonna fuck me with it," Amanda said as she continued to stroke my hair. After a few minutes, Amanda removed it from my mouth and removed the blindfold from my eyes. She bent down and said "I want you to see Paul in this next part, see how turned on you make him. How badly he wants your young tight body." I felt caught in the grip of the sexual excitement and would do anything to please her. She sat in a chair directly in front of Paul and scooted to the edge. She slid the wet end of the dildo into her pussy and had me back into the other end on my hands and knees. She produced a small whip from the nightstand and proceeded to smack my ass with it as I rocked back and fourth. "Faster! Fuck me faster you little bitch," she yelled. I was desperate to please her so I rocked as hard as I could, ramming the two headed toy into both of our throbbing cunts. As Amanda whipped me for her pleasure, I looked up at Paul who was staring down at us with unquestioned lust. The nubile young slut on her hands and knees with a dildo sticking out of her pussy getting ridden by the enthusiastic dominatrix. Whenever I would look down, Amanda would grab my hair and pull my head back to make eye contact with Paul as she yelled "Look at him bitch." Paul could no longer contain himself. He scooted his chair forward and released his aching cock to my waiting mouth. Soon the two were sharing my body: rocking back to fuck Amanda with the dildo before she would thrust my mouth forward onto Paul's cock. This went on for several minutes until Amanda had a screaming orgasm. She then pulled the dildo from my pussy and stated "I think its Paul's turn now." Amanda was a woman who knew how to run a threesome. She directed Paul to sit back in his chair and I was then told to sit on his lap with my back facing him. From this position I could lean back and start to kiss him while his hands were free to rub my tits. His cock was not yet in my pussy although I could rub my lips over his swollen shaft. Amanda then came over and pushed us back into the chair. She first leaned forward and gave Paul a long deep kiss, then she turned to me and gave my lips the same attention. From there she worked her way down to my breasts and began sucking on my nipples. While Amanda sucked on tits, Paul nuzzled my neck while rubbing my clit with his fingers. I was in heaven and could have had another orgasm, but Amanda soon stopped and moved on. She got down on her knees and moved her face down toward my pussy which was still grinding onto the top of Paul's cock. She quickly gave my clit a lick but then went on to her primary target: sucking Paul's cock. Once again I turned back to kiss him and he rubbed my tits while Amanda worked his cock in her mouth. When he could no longer take it, she pulled her mouth off and slid his rock hard dick into my waiting pussy. Paul leaned back and began to fuck me as hard as he could. When he started to slow down, I slid my feet up on to the sides of the chair and took over the job of working his dick. The whole time Amanda stayed knelt before us taking turns licking my clit or licking Paul's balls and shaft. Once he stopped and pulled his dick out for her to suck on before he put it back in me. By this point I was so hot that I didn't even notice Amanda get up and return to the drawer. She came back with a bottle of baby oil, poured it over my tits, and started rubbing the oil all over my chest. She brought me to my feet and gave me a long kiss as rubbed her chest all over mine. She then walked backward with me and lay back on the side of the bed. She pulled me forward and began kissing me. I was standing with my feet on the floor leaning over the bed as Amanda wrapped her long legs around me. This allowed Paul to enter me from behind, except now when he fucked me, my oil covered tits would rock against Amanda's chest. The sensation was amazing, Paul fucking my pussy while my tits rubbed Amanda and I quickly had another orgasm. After finishing my orgasm, I leaned forward enough to allow Paul to pull out and fuck Amanda. He had his choice of two hot eager cunts waiting for attention and he worked us back and forth like a champ, but eventually it was too much. He pulled me off Amanda and jerked off all over her swollen pussy lips. He then turned to me and said "I want you to clean her up and don't stop until she's cum again." I was stunned but excited. I fell to my knees and licked all of the cum off of Amanda. Paul poured himself a glass of champagne and sat back down in his seat to watch us until my tongue had brought Amanda to another screaming climax. Later he congratulated me on my new job and left for the night. I took the job, but my spring break was still not over. The next day I flew with Paul on his private jet to Milan for a business trip. While we were in Milan it was my job to arrange for dinner reservations and the evenings entertainment. Paul loved expensive French and Italian lingerie so each day he would leave for his meetings and send a personal shopper to take me around Milan shopping. Everyday he wanted a new set of lingerie covered by a new dress and I was only too happy to oblige. We would sit at dinner and he would look me up and down imagining what I was wearing. He said that every night was like Christmas and he couldn't wait to get home and unwrap his package to see what was underneath. He fucked me silly every night and at the end of the week I put on my own fashion show for him, modeling each pair of bras and panties until he picked out his favorite. By the end of the week I had a nice vacation, new clothes, and a new job. It was an exciting week, but nothing compared to the new life that lay ahead for me in New York. Katie's Coercion I was shocked even though I should not have been by then. I went back to the guestroom and immediately got into the shower. As the warm water soothed my aching muscles, I began to work the dildo into my ass. I had let my former boyfriend butt fuck me once and I knew enough that I better get relaxed quick or else it was going to hurt. By the time Christian got back, he was naked except for a pair of boxer briefs. He looked me over with great satisfaction and said "I'll tell you what a nice guy I am. I'll give you 5 minutes to suck my dick and get it nice and wet before I shove it into your ass." I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boxers as I looked up at him. He took his swinging dick and smacked me a coupled of times playfully before letting it go for me to service. After I got into a rhythm, I reached back and continued to work the dildo into my ass. Occasionally I would look up at him and say something like "Oh, you have such a nice cock, I can't wait for it to fuck my tight little asshole." By this point I wasn't sure what was me trying to save my ass from expulsion and me just enjoying being the center of so many married men's attention. I do admit that sometimes I think about those guys going back to their wives, but thinking about me instead when they fuck them and it gets me all hot again. After Christian finished with my ass, I went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. When I returned Christian was in his robe and the driver was in the house waiting. "You were worth every penny I paid for you and let me say that was quite a few pennies. I know that the pimps keep most of the money now, so here is a little something extra for you," he said as he threw down $800, $100 extra from each guy. As I walked out of the house with the driver, my mind was racing with a mixture of happiness of not getting expelled, fear of what I had done and a little excitement from satisfying so many men. If $800 was the tip, what did they pay for me? We were almost back to the car when the driver turned to me and said "There is one more person for you to meet before we return home." Before it could even register with me, he opened the door and Nate from school was sitting there. I immediately knew who had set me up and was almost sick. As I sat down, Nate looked up at me and said "Great job tonight. We all knew you'd work out perfectly." "What! Who is 'we'?" I said in disgust. "We'll talk about your new life in a few minutes, but first I am aching for a blowjob," he said while releasing his little cock. "What! You think I'm gonna suck your cock!" "Yes because this car isn't going anywhere before lips hit my wood. And also because you don't want to be expelled and finally because you don't want your parents to get the photos from your little escapade tonight." My heart sank. I sat for a minute weighing my options and then took the only real option I had. Nate tapped on the driver's window shortly after I slipped my lips over his dick, the driver gunned the engine, pulling the car ahead and pushing Nate a little further into my mouth.