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White Lightning Ch. 01

By: IceBluePhoenix



I can remember the first time I saw Brandon Jenkins. Then, he was an awkward fourteen-year-old freshman in high school, the kind of alienated, independent thinker that always went straight to my heart as a teacher. That was ten years ago. Now I was staring into the surprised eyes of a twenty-four year old man.

A lot of things had changed for me, including my relationship status. Then, I had been a single young woman of twenty-two. Now, I had been married for three years. Jacob, my husband, just got a promotion at work, a promotion with one teeny tiny catch, at least from his perspective: I would have to be his boss's sex slave. To be fair, Jacob didn't know about this catch, but Greg, his boss, made it crystal clear to me. If I failed to submit to his unwelcome advances, he would destroy Greg. Furthermore, he now had ample photographic evidence that I had been "cheating" on Jacob (if forced sex with Greg counts), and he could also ruin our marriage. 

Despite the many disgusting, humiliating things Greg had forced me to submit to, and even enjoy, in private, he had claimed that I was about to encounter my first real assignment. Not two minutes ago, I had been standing outside the closed door of this office, and Greg had plunged his hand into my panties to rub my clit. He had been rough, and to my embarrassment I had responded to the mingled sensation of pleasure and pain he brought me. 

"Stop," I had said, struggling to move away from him. 

He had tightened his grip on my arm and then shoved a finger into my cunt in response.

"You're panting like a bitch in heat," he had said. "Don't fucking tell me to stop. I could make you cum right here, and we both know you'd scream loud enough to draw a lot of attention. Do you want me to do that, whore?"

"No," I had said, feeling panicked. "I'm sorry." 

He continued to absently move his finger inside me as he replied. "I don't think you are, bitch. That's why I have something special for you. It's someone who can teach you how to treat me with the proper attitude. Not that I mind it when you fight a little. But you need to know your place. Brandon will show it to you. His job depends on it."

Then Greg had removed his finger from my pussy. He had laughed. "If you wanted me to stop, why is my finger so damn wet?"

If I had been embarrassed then, it was nothing to what I felt now as Brandon and I stared at each other in mutual shock. The last time I saw him, he had been wiry and tall. He still had the same height and soft brown eyes, but that was all that was the same. His brown hair had been a hopeless mess; now it looked artfully tousled and I found myself longing to run my fingers through it. Also, had his lips always been that full? With something like panic, I realized that I was beginning to assess him as a sexual partner. 

"Miss Parker?" he asked. 

I shook myself. "Umm... actually it's Mrs. Franklin now. I'm married."

His eyes slid over my body. "Lucky guy."

Greg cleared his throat. "This is a touching reunion. I wish I would have realized sooner that you two know each other. She was your teacher, huh? Bet you spent a lot of nights imagining what it would be like to slide your dick between those sweet lips."

Brandon's eyes darkened with a flash of lust, which he attempted to suppress. 

Greg rolled his eyes. "Have it your way. But I'm taping your performance, kiddo, and if you don't exercise the full extent of your genius, I'll send you right back where I found you."

Brandon went pale, threw me an anguished look, then nodded resignedly at Greg. Greg left the room.

I watched Brandon pull himself together. He looked at me with cool businesslike eyes. "Miss Parker, I'm going to have to completely degrade you. To be honest, I think you'll enjoy it, but it's going to be awkward for both of us at first."

I laughed. "You can't be serious. Brandon, I am not going to have sex with you."

He raised an eyebrow and kept his voice calmly pleasant. "Of course you will. As I said, I think you'll enjoy it. What I'm most concerned about is the humiliation inherent to domination. I'm going to have to use you like a slave, and you will have to respond like one."

I was mesmerized by the way his hands tapped on the table in front of him. Flashes of his hands on my body, spreading my thighs, and squeezing my ass forced their way through my brain. This was wrong. "God, Brandon, you can't be serious. You were my student."

He walked towards me. The distance between us felt nonexistent as our breath mingled. He stroked my cheek with the back of one of his hands, then he tangled his fingers in my hair. For a moment, the expression in his eyes convinced me that he was going to kiss me. Then he jerked my head back by my hair. 

"Did you want to fuck me then as badly as you want to fuck me now, Miss Parker?" 

"What? Brandon, no, I don't... I didn't..."

He stopped me by pressing the index finger of his other hand against my lips. His touch was so firm I felt bruised.

"Your nipples are hard, Miss Parker, and it is far from cold in this room. I think that's because you are imagining how it's going to feel when I finally give you the fuck you've wanted your whole damn life. But that won't be today, Miss Parker. You're going to earn it. And then you're going to beg for it. But first, you'll beg for lots of things you never wanted."

My heart was racing. The heat from his body penetrated the thin clothes I was wearing, and I knew he was right when he said my nipples were hard. He was scaring the shit out of me, but something in me still responded to him, something that wanted him. I was disgusted with myself. This was a former student, someone I had once loved with the uncomplicated love of an older sister, and now I was partially aroused by the thought of him assaulting me.

His eyes narrowed as he considered the expression on my face. "I think we'll start with something simple. The goal of today's session is for you to beg to touch my cock." He abruptly released me and went to sit behind his desk. "Now take off your clothes. Except your bra and panties."

I swallowed. "Brandon, I can't do this."

"You would rather Greg tell your husband what a nasty little whore you've been? You want him to see those videos of you screaming Greg's name, asking him to pound your cheating little cunt harder and faster? You want your husband to know that your tits were wrapped around Greg's dick in the employee restroom last week, or that you let Greg drill your asshole?"

"No," I sighed. I was trapped. There was nothing else to do but to unbutton my shirt and follow Brandon's commands.

He watched me disinterestedly as I undressed, and the cool appraisal of my exposed body made me shiver. "Tell me what you want, Miss Parker."

My voice was nervous. "Mrs. Franklin, remember? I'm Mrs. Franklin."

"Come here," he said. "Come bend over my desk."

I did, propping my elbows on the cool wood. He sat directly across from me, and he took a moment to assess my cleavage as my tits nearly spilled out of the half-cup bra I had been wearing. Then he stood up and came to stand behind me. I turned to look at him. He was holding a paddle. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. My voice exposed the fear I felt.

His voice was firm. "Face forward, Miss Parker. I want a moment to study your ass before it changes colors."

A steady pulsing of dread went through me as I turned to face the front as he had ordered. I couldn't believe he was about to paddle me. I hadn't been paddled since I was a little girl. I had always run in fear from my father whenever I had been naughty.

"I always enjoyed looking at your ass while you wrote on the board, Miss Parker. I used to imagine what it would be like to flip up one of your skirts and grab a handful of it."

THWACK. The unexpected strike was every bit as painful as it sounded, and I screamed.

"First of all, I'll call you whatever the hell I want to call you, Miss Parker."

THWACK. I screamed again. "Oh God," I finally managed. "Okay, Brandon, call me Miss Parker, I don't care, just stop spanking me."

"You will call me Master."

THWACK. "MASTER!" I screamed.

"I think you can scream louder than that. I've heard you cumming while you spread your legs for Greg in the parking lot. I want to hear you scream like you do for him."

THWACK. I screamed "Master" louder, trying to appease him, but feeling too embarrassed to let go.

"You look like a cheap slut with your tits falling out of your bra onto my desk and your ass in the air like you're begging me to rip those panties away and fuck you, but I don't buy it. I'm going to spank you until it sounds like you're cumming. Let me hear what you're going to sound like when I finally do give you what you want."

It was hard to fake an orgasm with so much pain screaming through my body, but at the same time it was satisfying. The pain burned through me in a way that made all of my skin hungry for pleasure, and I wanted sex more than I had ever wanted it in my life. He spanked me over and over, and I finally let go of my inhibitions as I imagined Brandon pounding his cock into me. 

"Oh GOD, Master, yes, PLEASE that's so good," I gasped. "Do it harder, I want more!"

"That's my girl," he said. He landed the paddle on my ass again. "Are you wet, Miss Parker? Are you all wet for me now?"

"Yes," I screamed. "Yes, so wet. Oh MASTER!"

He stopped paddling me. "Sit down on my desk."

I sat down, feeling winded. I hadn't actually had an orgasm, but I felt so aroused it was excruciating. Brandon sat in his chair and eased my legs apart. He sat back and examined me for a moment.

"Miss Parker, you are supposed to beg me for something today. If you do it, I will give you a reward."

I blushed. "I'm embarrassed, Master."

He smiled. "I know. It is extremely pleasurable, isn't it?"

I blushed and decided to get it over with. "I want to touch your cock, Master."

"Why does it embarrass you to ask me for this?"

I didn't answer. The real reason was that I actually WANTED to touch his cock; it wasn't just a game anymore. I didn't know if he would accept that. "Please, Master," I breathed. "Let me touch your cock. I want to take it out of your pants and rub my hands up and down your shaft."

"Is that why your panties are all wet, Miss Parker?"

"Yes, Master. I'm thinking about how good your cock would be, and it made me so wet."

"Finger fuck yourself for me. Use four fingers."

I gasped. "Master, I don't know if I can fit four fingers into my pussy."

He grasped the fabric of my panties and moved it aside, exposing the desperation of my need to him. "Do it, Miss Parker. Show me what you want me to do that pussy. Tell me about it while you do it."

"I can't," I gasped. 

He unzipped his jeans and liberated his cock from his boxers. I know my eyes widened. It was eight wide, thick inches of what looked like heaven. I wanted to wrap my fingers, mouth, tits, pussy—anything --around it.

"Please, Master," I moaned. "I need to touch your cock."

"Lay down, slut," he said. "Lay down and keep your legs spread for me."

A thrill of hope seized me. He was going to fuck me. 

"Yes, Master, please," I whimpered. "I need you so much!"

The weight of his cock settled against my clitoris. Then he began moving in slow circles so that his cock touched and stroked but never penetrated my pussy. It was agony. An agony of pleasure.

Then the pressure was gone. "Master, please don't stop, touch me again," I moaned.

A sudden sharp sting assaulted my clit. I realized with astonished arousal that he had just slapped my pussy with his cock. The sound of his flesh slapping against mine rang through the room as he did it again. It felt amazing.

"Get on your knees," he growled. I moved to the floor in a single motion. "This is because you didn't finger yourself like a good whore," he said, and then he smacked his cock across my face. My surprised shriek became a moan, and when he did it again I begged for more.

"You like it when I slap your face with my cock?"

I could only whimper.

"Get on the damn desk and finger yourself. Don't cum until you're covered in my jizz."

I couldn't believe it, but I managed to press four fingers into my pussy. I arched my back with the pleasure of it. 

"Tell me what you're imagining, Miss Parker. The sooner you get me off, the sooner you can relieve yourself."

"Yes Master. I'm watching you stroke yourself, imagining that your hand is my pussy. Except I'd be tighter than that, Master, so tight. And my fingers aren't as long or as hard as your cock is. I'm imagining what it would be like to be in your bed, underneath you, while you do whatever you wanted to with me. I'd come so hard for you, Master, and it would feel better than anything I've ever felt in my life. I'm remembering one time when Greg took me to the mall and fucked me while the mall security guard watched. I was so embarrassed but it felt so good that he made me do that. I can remember how his cock pounded into me, and then how he made me suck the security guard's dick. I swallowed all of his spunk. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen. But yours is bigger, and some day I want to put it in my mouth and lick your shaft until you pour your load down my throat. Oh God, Master, I want you inside me. I can't push my fingers deep enough."

His eyes were heavy as he looked at me. "Rub that clit for me, Miss Parker. Rub it while you finger yourself. And tell me what you learned today."

I blushed. That was how I'd always ended classes. "Master, I learned that I love it when you spank me."

"And?"

"You have an amazing cock, Master."

"And?"

"I like it when you slap me with it."

"I'm going to cum all over you, bitch. You're such a dirty little whore."

He stood up and tensed his body. Ropes of semen flew into the air and landed in hot lines across my skin. I sawed my fingers into my cunt even harder, barely able to breathe. 

"You look like a nymphomaniac," he commented when he finished. "Are you a little cum slut?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes Master, I'm a slut for your cum."

"You can finish," he said. "Be back here tomorrow, same time."

He left the room. My orgasm came like white lightning with the sound of the closing door.

White Lightning Ch. 02



"You're horny as fuck," he observed. Perceptive guy, this one. Maybe his inability to tell my nausea from my arousal was part of the reason I didn't respond to him. At least, I didn't want to respond to him.

"Do you have a barf bag?" I asked sweetly.

He plunged his hand into the pink low-cut tank top he forced me to wear and grabbed one of my tits, twisting it roughly. "Sure, but you shouldn't puke in it. I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to hyperventilate, bitch. Then you're going to want that damn bag to be empty."

Reasoning with him would be useless, but I always tried anyway. It was a losing battle since my body was already opening to him. "I don't want to do this, Greg. You know that. Please stop touching me."

"Shut up," he said as he grabbed my other tit with his other hand. There was no real emotion in his voice since he was so focused on how his hands looked on my breasts. 

He tugged them up so that my nipples peeked over the top of my shirt, squeezed between the straps, then sat back to look at the effect. 

As if snapping out of a trance, he looked around. "Damn traffic. We're not going anywhere," he muttered. Then he rolled down the window and peered out for a moment. He returned with a satisfied smile.

"Give that trucker a show for me, baby," he said. 

I was horrified. "No... please don't make me, Greg." 

"He's bored as fuck, and so am I. Go to the window and rub your tits for him."

I didn't move, so Greg shoved me roughly to the window. It didn't take long to attract the trucker's attention. He was probably 35 with long hair and tanned skin. His brown eyes widened in surprise as he took in my exposed skin, and then his fleshy face adopted a leer that sent shivers down my spine.

"Rub your tits, bitch. I won't ask you again. Next time I'll just push you out on the street," Greg said. 

I raised my shaking hands to my breasts and squeezed hesitantly. The trucker raised an eyebrow and licked his lips. Greg prodded me again, and I pinched my nipples gently, tugging them into tight little buds that begged to be sucked. 

"You're so wet," Greg said. "Dirty slut, it turns you on to put on a show for this stranger. He wants to drive his cock right between your tits. You're such a fucking cocktease. Show him what you really want him to do to your tits, bitch. Be convincing and maybe I won't fuck you."

I swallowed. He was right that the truck driver was turning me on. And if there was any way I could keep Greg out of my pussy, I was going to do it. I dropped my left breast and grabbed my right one with both hands, squeezing and twisting frantically. I pinched and pulled the flesh, watching through half-lidded eyes as the truck driver's face grew increasingly taut with desire. 

He stuck his tongue between his teeth and flicked it rapidly up and down, and I knew what he wanted. I flicked my tongue across my erect nipple, and then I licked in visible swirls. I sucked it into my mouth, biting gently, incredibly aroused by the expression on his face. No longer wistful, it was becoming possessive, almost violent. 

Greg opened his door, but I barely noticed as I continued fondling my own tits for this stranger. I DID notice when Greg stood between us. Then I stopped touching myself. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but before I had time to move, Greg wrenched open my door and pulled me out. He shielded my exposed breasts with his body so that no one could see them. He leaned down and growled in my ear.

"I think cockteases should always follow through on what they promise. This gentleman agrees with me. Now you were a very good girl and you gave him a hell of a show, so I'm not going to fuck you, but he is. Then he's going to take you to Brandon's office for your appointment. Can't say that I see as he's making much progress, but I guess you've only had one session."

"Have you lost your damn mind?" I whispered fiercely, afraid to pull away from him. "I can't fuck a total stranger. What if he has something? And how do you know he'll do what he said? What if he never brings me back?"

Greg smiled. "Those are risks I'm prepared to take."

Without another word, he opened the trucker's door and shoved me inside. I gaped in shock at the man behind the wheel. He was older than I thought, at least in his mid-fifties, and he was sexy in a visceral way I had never expected. He was fleshy and hairy, and something predatory and dominant rolled off him in waves. His thick cock protruded from his unzipped jeans. It was obvious he'd been jacking off while I had played with my tits for him.

In silence, he maneuvered the truck out of traffic and onto a secluded road as my heart began to beat faster and faster. His dick wasn't getting any softer.

"You ever fuck an older man?" he asked.

"No."

"That the first time you sucked on your tits to catch some trucker's attention?"

I blushed. "Yes."

"Well, you got my attention. Think you can handle it?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"That ain't what I asked you, sweetie. I asked if you think you can handle it. I've seen a lot of dumb cunts rubbing their titties at me, even ones who fuck themselves with dildos while I watch. They do it because they want me to make them feel sexy. They want me to jack off like their fucking puppet on a string. Some of them even want me to fuck them in the cabin of this truck. They think I'll be so damn horny that I can't help fucking them, mainly because they're so pretty, or at least they think they are. Now, they ain't all as pretty as you, but some of them are prettier. Some of them gave me a better peep show. But all of them are self-absorbed little sluts who don't know what I'm going to do to their bodies. I've got you in here with me, and this ain't gonna be about you, princess. I'm going to take what I want from you whether you enjoy it or not."

I swallowed. "What's your name?" I breathed. My pussy was suddenly pounding with desire. He had reactivated everything I felt in Brandon's office yesterday, and I desperately hoped he was going to ram his dick into any part of my body.

He raised a curious eyebrow. "Todd," he finally answered. "But that's not what you're going to call me, hon. I'd ask yours, but I don't much care what it is."

He stopped the truck on the side of the road and got out. Then he dragged me out beside him. He ripped my shirt down the middle and squeezed my tits in his huge hands. 

"You do have great tits," he said. "Damn. I ain't seen a pair this perky in about two years." He slapped them sharply between his hands so that they bounced wildly, and I gasped in surprise at the sensation.

"No one ever slapped your tits before? Well, seems like they should have. If your damn husband would have, you probably wouldn't be flashing them at other men. What do you think about that, princess?"

"I don't know." I did know that being in his power was both horrible and amazing. 

"Guess you probably like having a pussy for a husband. But what about your daddy? He never slapped you around any?"

I wasn't sure what to say, so I settled for a simple, "No."

"Why the hell not? My daughters ain't sluts like you, honey. They're grown, like you, maybe a little younger, and they know to keep their titties inside their damn clothes. I slap their tits around every time they show any cleavage at all. Sometimes I think they provoke me on purpose. Come to think of it, that's kind of like what you did, ain't it?"

"I... I don't know." I was beginning to feel embarrassed, especially now that he mentioned my father. It was like he had found a switch deep inside of me that I didn't even know was there. I wasn't sure what the switch was for.

"You know what else I do to my daughters?"

"What?" My heart beat faster. Whatever he was going to say next, it was either going to light me up or shut me off.

He released my breasts and maneuvered one hand between my thighs, his fingers pressing against my clit through my panties. "I have a special tool. And you know what I think, baby doll? I think you need a nice, concerned daddy to discipline you right now, so I'm going to use it on you."

An explosion happened inside me, so intense I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think about anything. All I could do was want him. It was completely irrational, some desire I had buried deep at the core of my being. 

I heard a motor spark to life. He smirked as he showed me a large vibrating dildo. I couldn't stifle a moan as I imagined him plunging it into my body.

"Todd, yes, please," I moaned.

He tore my panties aside and positioned the dildo at the opening to my cunt. He dipped it in a few inches and held it there while I writhed against it.

"Remember when I said you weren't going to call me Todd?"

"Yes." My voice was a breathless gasp.

"Seems plain to me that your daddy didn't train you right. As of right now and until I get tired of you, I'm your new daddy."

"Oh God," I moaned. My pussy convulsed around the dildo he was shoving into me. 

He took it out. "Princess, that ain't the hole this goes in. I've got something better for that hole. I'm going to ram your whorish little cunt with my dick. Look at my cock and tell me what you think about it."

The words came out in a huge gush. "You're so fucking hairy, so big, I need you to fuck me with it."

"Glad you approve, baby. But I ain't going to cum in your pussy. I'm just going to use it to take the edge off. See, I'm going to blow my load in your sweet little ass. But my nice hairy dick ain't gonna fit until we loosen it up a little. That's what this tool is for." 

This brought me to my senses. I looked at him in horrified shock.

He laughed as he shoved me to my hands and knees. "Is this what you were expecting when you rubbed your tits for me, baby?"

It definitely wasn't. I've taken cock up my ass before, but it isn't my favorite thing, and I've never had one as big as Todd's. I was beginning to panic. True to his word, he didn't wait for any kind of response from me. He plunged his thumb into my pussy and used the juices to lubricate my ass, at least. 

The soft swish of passing traffic undercut the suspense as I waited to feel the uncomfortable stretching sensation of the vibrating plastic as it penetrated my ass. 

In a desperate attempt to distract him, I started babbling, playing the role he gave me, working hard to be convincing. "Oh daddy, I'm sorry that I tempted you. I'm sorry I was a dirty little slut. I... I was just thinking about how much I wanted you, how big your dick is, and I knew I couldn't just ask you to fuck me so I had to do something. I won't ever do it again, daddy."

"Damn straight you won't ever do it again, baby. You'll be lucky if you can walk when I get through with you."

"Please Daddy..." 

He pressed the vibrator between my ass cheeks, and I knew he was about to ram it home. "What is it?"

"Please, don't cum in my pussy. I don't want to get pregnant." This was, in fact, a lie. I was on the pill and had nothing to worry about, but I was hoping it would distract him.

He froze. I could almost hear him debating which he would rather do, what he had promised or what I didn't want him to do. I smiled to myself. Then I was on my back looking up at him. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy.

"Baby, don't you want your daddy's cock inside your sweet little cunt?"

"Yeah," I moaned. "Yes Daddy, I want you inside me." 

"Like this, sugar?" he asked. He pushed the head of his dick just inside the opening of my pussy.

I wasn't acting now. "Yes, just like that. God, you feel amazing."

He pushed deeper. "Do you want me to stop now, princess?" The look on his face dared me to say yes.

So I did. Nothing would piss him off more, and I was hoping he would be rougher. I widened my eyes and pretended to look horrified, as if I had just noticed what he was doing to me. "Oh... Daddy... what are you doing? Stop... please stop... what if..."

He slammed the rest of the way in, his balls slapping firmly against my skin. I screamed for him. "Oh God, Daddy, no!"

"You should have thought of this before you flopped your tits out of your shirt, honey." He pulled back and pounded in, harder this time. I couldn't keep my scream from sounding inviting, but I tried to make it sound panicked for him. "Yeah, baby, they're flopping now just the way I like to see them. This is what men want to do to you when you act like that. Does it feel good?"

"Daddy," I gasped. "You have to stop. You're so hard."

He slapped my tits. "I said does it feel good, slut?"

I managed to give a convincing impression of someone torn between two alternatives. "Yes, God yes," I finally moaned. "Please don't stop."

He tore into my pussy then, drilling it harder than anyone had ever done it before. I was screaming and writhing underneath him, begging him for more.

"I'm gonna cum now, baby girl," he said. 

"Not in my pussy, Daddy," I gasped. "Please."

"I'm gonna fill you up with my spunk, and you're gonna have my baby. No one else is gonna plant their kid inside you, whore."

"No," I moaned, with supreme effort. I managed to gasp, "Stop, please stop..." even though I wanted to exact opposite.

He thrust deep into me and stopped, pressing against my cervix. He reached down and massaged my clit. "Daddy... I'm cumming.... You're making me cum so hard," I said. The pressure of my pussy squeezing his engorged dick brought him along with me.

Someone coughed and jerked me out of my afterglow. 

It was Brandon. He was leaning calmly against his shiny black truck. I had been expecting something sportier and impossibly expensive. The truck had a comforting effect on me, a touch of home. When I locked eyes with him, he looked displeased. "Just what in the hell are you doing?" he asked. His voice was cool.

"This ain't any of your concern," Todd interrupted. "This slut needs discipline, and I ain't through with her yet."

"Actually, you are," Brandon answered without moving. He flung a wad of cash at Todd. "Greg says this is for your assistance. Now get in the truck, Gwen."

Todd gaped at the money while I got unsteadily to my feet. Then he winked at me. "Got a secret for you, princess. I don't have any daughters. But you're like the daughter I never had."

Surprised laughter burst from my throat. "Thanks, Todd," I said.

Then his face turned colder. "Watching you come apart while I fucked your tight cunt, hearing you call me 'Daddy,' knowing you wanted me to stop but that you wanted me to fuck you more than you wanted me to stop... damn, bitch. Do you know how long it's been since any woman talked me out of fucking her ass? I haven't shot my load into a pussy in about twenty years. I'll take the money, but I'm not saying that I won't fuck your sweet little ass if I ever catch you again. I ain't promising much foreplay, either. I'm just going to ream you until my jizz pours out of your ass."

I shuddered and went quickly to the truck. I felt uncomfortably aware of his eyes on me. When the tight-lipped Brandon drove away, Todd was still standing and staring after me.



White Lightning Ch. 03



The silence between Brandon and me stretched long and thin. He was staring at the road fixedly, his eyes narrowed in a shadow of the adolescent fury he would sometimes suppress in my classroom years ago. It was the sort of expression he used to wear that would tell me to tread lightly. I fought an impulse to ask him what was wrong, to tell him that everything would be okay. Ten years ago, it's what I would have done.

But now, the man beside me was beyond the kind of comfort I could give him. I couldn't just ask him what was wrong. 

Something twisted in my stomach. Guilt? It certainly should have been guilt. I was cheating on my husband. I had just fucked a trucker on the side of the road, for God's sake. And... oh God... I really did find it erotic that he pretended to be my father. These were definite grounds for guilt. Not only guilt, but revulsion. Some of both were definitely inside me.

And there was also humiliation. I thought about the way Brandon had debased me in his office yesterday, the way I had responded to him without much reluctance. Should I have been more squeamish? Shouldn't I have more of a backbone? I should have just said no, no matter what that meant for me personally. 

But the twisting something wasn't guilt or embarrassment. It was nerves. I had a feeling that when Brandon spoke, it was going to be bad. Very bad.

I finally broke the silence. "Brandon... I'm sorry. Not just for Todd. I mean... for yesterday. "

He smiled, a flicker of genuine warmth escaping from him. "Miss Parker, if you ever apologize for yesterday again, I will shave all of your hair off of your head. "

"But Brandon... I'm not supposed to use you as a sexual partner."

Then he laughed. "Seriously? You do realize I'm not your student anymore, right? Not fourteen. Hell, not even eighteen. I'm a grown man. Much as I appreciate what you did for me when I was a student, I'm not looking to you for guidance now." He glanced at me, his eyes burning with heat as they devoured my body. "I think you have other things to offer me now."

I shivered. "Well, if it's not me you're angry with, who is it?"

I actually saw his knuckles tighten on the wheel. "Maybe you didn't notice that you have a damn rapist after you now. That would explain why you're wrestling with moral dilemmas instead of calling the police for a restraining order."

I was speechless. He was actually worried about me. 

He cleared his throat when he saw the surprised expression on my face. "I never said I wasn't angry with you, Miss Parker. I simply said that it had nothing to do with yesterday. You spread your legs for someone you don't even know. You let him push his cock inside you, knowing full well that your pussy belongs to me. You will be punished for your transgressions when we reach more private quarters. You will be punished until I am satisfied."

A shudder of anticipation went through me that rendered me incapable of speech. 

We arrived at his office twenty minutes later. He flicked his eyes over my bedraggled appearance before commanding me to follow him through the main building. A number of people gave me concerned glances. Brandon offered no explanations for my torn clothing and dirt-smudged skin. He walked slowly enough that numerous people saw me, but fast enough that no one asked any questions. I knew my face was scarlet from humiliation. 

The worst was Claire, the receptionist on Greg's floor. She was the gossip of the entire office building, and if Jacob didn't hear about this it would be a miracle. Brandon actually stopped to talk to her. "Don't say a word," he whispered to me. "Just stand there and watch."

He walked to her side, his charm rolling off him in waves. She took a break from staring at me to giggle girlishly when Brandon stood over her. His smile was effortless, the sort of smile he had worn in my classroom after a particularly good day in math, his best subject.

"Brandon!" she simpered. "Tell me why no one ever leaves messages for you. Are you that much of a loser?"

"That's the best you can do?" he asked innocently. "You're going to have to work harder if you want me to keep bringing you paper clips on a daily basis. Do you realize you haven't had any messages for me in three days?"

She giggled again. "I did bring you some Jolly Rancher jelly beans, though." She offered him the bowl on her desk.

He pretended to be torn. Then he painstakingly selected two or three green ones. "Thanks, Claire. I owe you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, you do. Make it up to me?"

He nodded and bent to whisper something in her ear. Her pale skin flushed, and I noticed that she was smiling in a much more pleasant way than she normally did. I felt a stab of jealousy.

I didn't have to feel it for long, though. Brandon was walking toward his office, and I followed. I could feel Claire's eyes on me, and I knew I was blushing redder than anyone had ever seen me.

It seemed to take forever for Brandon to close and lock the door behind us. 

"Take off your clothes," he said. "At least, what's left of them."

He was rooting around in his desk drawer, and didn't even look up as I let my torn clothes slide to the floor. I was used to Greg making a big deal about seeing me naked. Jacob, frankly, never got to see me naked. Brandon barely seemed to notice.

When he finally looked up, he studied me appraisingly. "You're dirty, and not just in your mind, Miss Parker. Go shower." He gestured towards a door in his office I had not noticed. "Make sure you wash all of Todd's spunk out of your cunt, whore." 

He turned away dismissively and picked up the phone. "Greg!" he said in that used car salesman voice that businessmen have with each other. He never glanced at me again. I swallowed and went through the door. It led to an actual private bathroom which included a shower and a hot tub. Brandon must have a really important job. Greg had one in his office, too, but I didn't think anyone else did.

The hot water pounded over my body, and I felt somewhat soothed and relaxed. It hardly felt like a punishment, though, and I felt a new shiver of anticipation. Brandon was just toying with me, I was sure. I didn't know what he would have for me to do, but it could be anything.

When I returned to Brandon's office, I had a towel wrapped around my body. He was still on the phone, so he gestured to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. I went and sat there. For what seemed the thousandth time, I wondered what on earth I was doing. I was in denial, not really thinking of Brandon as a former student. That was the only way I could accept my body's reaction to him, or the way I just obeyed his orders without even thinking about it.

He hung up the phone and turned his piercing eyes on me. "Take off the towel."

"Yes, Master," I said, hoping to get back into his good graces by remembering what to call him. He didn't seem to notice, though. Instead, he studied me, his chin resting on his steepled hands. I felt an insane desire for him to curl those hands around my tits.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

I blushed. "Your hands."

He smiled as he flicked his eyes down to his hands. "What about them?"

"Were they always that big?" I felt like a pathetic groupie.

"You know, Miss Parker, I would feel weird if you had noticed before, but yes. And when you were lecturing us about prepositions, I used to imagine putting them up your skirt, inside your panties, and into your pussy until you screamed my name."

His eyes told me that he wasn't lying. I had always thought he was too studious, too much of a gentleman to think of me that way. I wasn't sure what to say. I started to answer, but couldn't finish my sentence: "Brandon..."

His smile was quick. "A little louder than that, but that's the idea. Don't worry, Miss Parker, I'm not going to do that to you today. You've already had plenty of things inside you for one day." He picked up a permanent marker and began fiddling with it. "I have to admit, though, that I stood there and watched you debase yourself for that trucker today for some time before I intervened. I didn't think you were the kind of woman who would actually want him to fuck you. But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

I couldn't take my eyes off the permanent marker rolling through his fingers as I answered, "Yes, Master."

"You're really much more interesting than a prudish schoolteacher, Miss Parker. I bet you had fantasies about your students, didn't you? Did you used to imagine that one night you would find one of us in your empty apartment, waiting to fuck a good grade out of you?"

"Master..." I said. I really didn't want to talk about this.

"I've wanted you for years, Miss Parker. Watching you scream for that trucker, begging him to take your pussy harder, that did something to me. You didn't even really want him, did you?"

"No, Master. He just... he made me respond to him."

"I know. That is why I'm not going to fuck you right now, even though every fiber of your being wants me to. You're picturing what it would be like if I did. You're wondering if I'd do it missionary style, maybe on top of this desk, or if I'd bend you over it and do you doggy style. Part of you is wishing you could lay me down on the floor and ride my cock, wondering if I'd fuck you hard enough to make your tits flop wildly. But no part of you is desperate for me."

"Yes, I am, Master." I was, too. At least, mostly.

He stood up. His cock was slightly erect, but not fully. "Don't lie to me. You will be desperate for me by the time today is over, but even then, I won't fuck you yet. Desperation is only the beginning. You have to earn it, Miss Parker. And it starts right now."

I hoped he was going to let me suck him off, at least. "What do I do, Master?"

He started unbuttoning his shirt, and the sight of his bare chest made my throat go dry. "I have a date in a few hours. I need to take the edge off, now that you've got me all worked up. You're going to make me cum all over you, but you can't use your hands."

He took off his pants and then his boxers. His cock bobbed at my eye level, and a pang of longing went through me. "Thank you, Master," I said, licking my lips.

Then he smiled. "Or your mouth."

Well what the fuck was I supposed to use? My gaze fell on the towel at my feet, and I had an idea.

I rolled the towel up into a long rope, and I went to stand in front of him. It had been a long time since I purposely teased a man. Usually the man was forcing me. 

I wrapped the towel around the small of his back and held the two ends in my hands. Looking into his eyes, I began to slowly move the towel back and forth across his back in soft tickling motions. I watched desire flicker through him for a few minutes. Then in one fluid motion, I squatted down so that his cock was less than an inch from my face. I wanted it, but I was enjoying teasing him, so instead of disobeying him and flicking my tongue toward it, I blew gently against his soft smooth skin. I started at the tip, and then I moved closer to the base. I glanced up to see that his eyes were burning with awakened hunger. My lips hovered near his balls, and I fought the urge to engulf them in my mouth. Instead I opened my mouth and exhaled, knowing he would feel the teasing warmth. I hoped he would just take my head in his hands and force his cock down my throat, but he didn't. 

I stood and moved to stand behind him, wrapping the towel around his waist. I began moving it in the same teasing circles I had used on his back, dipping closer and closer to his tantalizing cock. I stopped just an inch short, and I could feel him straining with need. Taking advantage of his concentration, I suddenly pressed my body against his back. My tits squeezed into the hardness of him, and I gasped almost as loudly as he did. I recovered first, and I stood on tiptoe to put my face against his ear. I knew he could hear my ragged breathing as I finally moved the towel to tickle his cock. I draped it underneath and then began tugging first my left hand and then my right hand up and down.

"I'm so wet for you, Master," I said. "So wet."

"Show me, Miss Parker. Show me what you want your former student to do to you."

He wanted me to masturbate for him, but I decided to show him another way. I sat in the chair where he expected me to sit, and then I draped my legs over the arms so that he could clearly see how wet my pussy was. "See Master? See how much I want you?" 

I grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard, watching his eyes flicker between my gaping cunt and my feverishly moving hands. Before he could react, I dropped to my knees again. I pressed my left breast against his cock. Looking up into his face, I licked my nipple, knowing it would drive him crazy to have me this close to his cock but not touching him. 

"This is what I want, Master," I said. I squeezed my right breast up to cover the other side of his cock, and then I began moving back and forth. "I want your cock so much."

The first spurt of cum hit the bottom of my chin, and I jerked away in surprise. He jerked me back against him. "Don't stop. I'm going to cum all over your face, whore."

To be fair, some of it landed on my tits. I kept rubbing against him until he pulled his dick out and went to sit down, leaving me clutching my breasts and feeling completely dazed.

"Are you still wet, Miss Parker?" he asked, after he had gotten his breath.

"Yes, Master." It was excruciating, actually. 

"Good." He came towards me with purpose, and I desperately hoped that the purpose involved putting something, anything at all, into my body.

He grabbed my wrists in one hand and raised them over my head. "I love how your tits flatten out when you raise your arms," he said. "What do you think Todd would do if he saw you like this?"

I gulped. "He would force me, Master."

Brandon laughed. "I doubt it would take much forcing, would it? Bet you'd like that."

He grabbed my left breast and squeezed. He lowered his head to the nipple and took it between his teeth. Then he pulled, stretching it thin and tight.

"Thank you!" I moaned. "Master, thank you!" He let go and then picked up the permanent marker he had been fiddling with earlier. My face became a mirror of the frustration I felt.

" Did you think I was going to fuck you?" he asked. "Miss Parker, you should know better. I'd tell you not to bring yourself off, but I don't really trust you, so..."

I hadn't realized it, but Brandon had maneuvered me against the wall next to his door. Something else I hadn't realized was that there were restraints on his wall. He bound my wrists and then my legs. 

"Just in case Todd does show up to take you, though, I'll make sure there's no misunderstanding." Brandon grabbed my breast again, and then he ripped the cap off the permanent marker with his teeth. In capital letters, he wrote, "THIS TIT IS THE PROPERTY OF BRANDON SNOW." 

"Oh God, Master, please don't! What if Jacob sees?"

Brandon grabbed my other breast and proceeded to write the same thing. "What if he sees you fucking the first guy you see, like you inevitably will? What if he sees you going down on the plumber, or letting the cable guy to do you up the ass? Or on the side of the road begging some rapist trucker to be your daddy and fuck you into oblivion?"

He dropped to his knees and moved his face tantalizingly close to my sensitive pussy. Then he wrote "THIS CUNT BELONGS TO BRANDON SNOW" on first one thigh, and then the other as he continued. "Jacob must be a fucking idiot if he doesn't already know what Greg is doing to you. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't even notice the marker. But if he does, maybe it will do him and you some good."

He frowned at the small, well-maintained patch of hair just above my pussy. "I always thought you'd be completely bare."

Then he shrugged and got up. "I'll be back in a few hours. I'm going to bring company. Your job is to sit there... or stand there... and not say a damn word. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes, Master. But Master, I'm still covered with your cum."

A smile stretched across his face. Then he turned and went to shower for his date.



White Lightning Ch. 04



I had been standing in Brandon's chains for what seemed an eternity. Darkness was falling outside, and I was feeling like a complete moron. How much longer was I going to have to stand here chained to my former student's wall? The whole situation was absurd.

Keys rattled in the lock, and soft laughter rippled in the hallway. It was dark and I was in the corner behind the door, so at first I couldn't see who was coming inside, but it was increasingly obvious that Brandon had brought a woman back to his office. Had he forgotten I was here? The door shut and Brandon flicked on the lights as the woman pressed herself into his arms. I couldn't see her face. He let her kiss his neck and start untucking his shirt. Then he leveled his gaze at me while the woman was distracted, and he purposefully squeezed her tits. Fortunately, she moaned, covering my gasp of jealousy and longing. 

"You like that, baby?" he asked her/me.

"Yeah, Brandon," she cooed. I almost gagged. It was that bitch Claire. Was he really going to fuck her right in front of me?

He kissed her, still kneading her tits infuriatingly, and he started steering her towards his desk. She was lost in rapture, unaware of my presence, and he made sure her back was to me. Now and then he looked at me as he did things to her, and her moans of pleasure let me know that the things he did were amazing. I knew my nipples were hard with longing for his mouth, his hands, his body. It probably would have been more torture if it wouldn't have been for Claire, who was one of those annoyingly vocal women who feel the need to moan and squeal about every little thing. I felt sure she was faking at least part of her enjoyment.

"Oh Brandon," she gasped as he scooted her onto the desk and moved between her legs. "Fuck me, Brandon, fuck me on your desk."

He ripped her panties aside and plunged into her. I couldn't drive away the image of his cock between my breasts, and now I wanted it deeper inside me. My pussy screamed with frustration. His face contorted with exertion as he thrust into her hard enough to stop her annoyingly fake cries of pleasure and replace them with authentic grunts and whimpers. It seemed like it would go on forever, the two of them fucking right in front of me. As Claire lost herself in her ecstasy, Brandon raised his head to look at me. I couldn't hide what he was doing to me, and I writhed in my chains. 

"Oh God, Brandon," Claire whimpered, "Fuck, you're going to have to stop soon or I won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Am I fucking you hard, baby?" he murmured.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, so hard."

"You want me to cum in your juicy cunt?"

"God, yes, please," she moaned. 

He sank deep inside her and I saw the look on his face that told me he was cumming, filling the secretary with spurt after spurt of his hot cum. I felt an insane urge to pull him out of her and swallow the rest of it.

Even if I hadn't been observant enough to recognize his release, Claire would have told me with her overly theatrical moans: "Yes, baby, shoot me full of your jizz. Fuck, yeah, that feels so amazing."

When she finally shut the hell up, Brandon pulled out of her and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Babe, I've gotta tell you something. You know that project Greg has me working on? It's standing over there in the corner right now."

He meant me. Shit. Claire looked startled for a minute, and then she giggled and rolled her eyes. "Again?"

I wasn't sure what to think about that, other than being really annoyed that Brandon had fucked Claire more than once. I couldn't stop thinking of her as a dumb mean-spirited bimbo, especially now.

"Yeah," he said in response to her. "Again. You should thank me, you know. I'm gonna go shower, and I'll leave you with the key to her chains." He directed a warning look at me as he continued to speak to her. "She will do anything you want her to, babe." He tossed her the key, and I felt suddenly sick as he shut the door behind him.

I do not have lesbian tendencies at all, but I was so horny that, even if I wasn't basically forced to do it by my weird situation, I knew I would do anything she wanted. I was pissed. If Brandon wanted me to be some woman's sex slave, why did it have to be Claire's? I hated that bitch so much.

She was smiling at me coldly. All traces of the giddy warmth she had shown Brandon had vanished. She slid off the desk, an indescribable sensuality suddenly attaching itself to her. When she reached me, she stood just out of reach for a moment. "You hate this, don't you?" she asked in an amused, condescending voice. 

"Yeah." 

"You're a fucking liar." Her voice was calm. "You love the thought of being his slave. You've been sitting here this whole time imagining him tearing into your cunt, wanting to strangle me for being the one he fucks all the time. You don't like me, do you?"

She was stroking my arm near the cuff on the wall, tantalizingly close to releasing me. I glared at her. "No."

"It infuriates you that you have to do what I say, now. But you want me. That's why you don't like me."

She stopped stroking my arm and quickly captured my chin in her hand, jerking my head up. "But whether you like me or not, you're going to suck my tits. If you're a good little slave, I might even let you eat my pussy. I can still feel Brandon's cum dripping out of me."

I whimpered with irrational desire, and she lifted her breast to my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do, but I puckered my lips over her nipple in a soft kiss. The texture of her smooth skin was shocking and intoxicating, and the warm softness seemed to melt into my own skin. 

"Come on, make me want you to touch me, slave." I opened my mouth wider and took as much of her firm breast as I could into my mouth. Her taut nipple pressed against the ridge behind my top teeth, and I moved my tongue to flick it. She gasped in surprised shock, and her response drove my last inhibitions from my body. I wanted to make her climax, to have her completely in my power. While she was still reeling from my tongue on her, I drew my mouth back slightly and captured her nipple between my teeth. 

"Fuck," she moaned. "God...fuck...yeah...."

Then I sucked more of her breast into my mouth, scraping my teeth along the tender flesh. When I let go of her, she was whimpering incoherently. "Mistress," I gasped in a half-dramatized show of lust, "This would be so much easier if I could touch you with my hands."

An instant later, I was free, and shocked to discover that my first impulse was to capture her breasts in my hands and massage them frantically. "Thank you Mistress," I said, and I buried my head in her succulent body. The way she writhed under my touch whipped me into a frenzy of dominance that I had never realized I possessed. No wonder Brandon kept fucking her.

"Lick my pussy," she gasped. "I'm going to cum all over your face, slave."

Yep, I was definitely crazy, because at the moment, that actually sounded sexy despite the fact that I still didn't like her at all. Having no idea what to do, I spread her out on the desk that Brandon had just fucked her on. I sat in his chair and took a moment just to look at her pink pussy. It was blushing, swollen, and incredibly wet. I wondered how much of that had been because of me.

I leaned forward hesitantly and nibbled at her clit with my lips over my teeth. She moaned and bucked her hips impatiently. "Lick me, bitch," she growled. "Put your tongue in my cunt and lick up all the jizz that Brandon left there."

I licked a line from her clit to the opening of her cunt, surprised to discover that her taste wasn't as toxic as her personality. Then I dipped my tongue inside her. She sucked in her breath as I began wriggling my tongue. I pressed my face closer, completely buried in her mound. I could feel her wetness washing over me, and I knew that when she was done using me, I would be completely soaked. I moved my lips and my tongue inside her body as I started rubbing her clit with my fingers, barely conscious of her screams of pleasure. 

Her pussy began contracting against my tongue, and I got rougher, plunging harder inside her. When she was finally still under my mouth, I sat back. Brandon was out of the shower, watching me with an air of approval. 

"Very good, Miss Parker. You have done an excellent job of satisfying your mistress." He pressed another kiss on Claire's forehead. "Did she do everything you wanted?"

"I guess so," she said. "She was a decent little whore for me." I wanted to throw up as I looked at her superior expression.

Brandon nodded at me. "You may go now, Miss Parker."

My eyes widened. "But Brandon... I don't have any clothes. How am I going to get home this way?"

He smirked. "I suggest you walk quickly to your car before the janitor sees you. He's on Viagra and he'll fuck you until you pass out. Then he'll probably keep fucking you while you're unconscious. Of course, you might enjoy that."

I blushed. He might be right. But still... "You want me to drive home naked?"

He winked. "Don't speed. Imagine what would happen if a cop pulled you over and saw you all naked with dried cum on your body, your face wet with another woman's pussy juices."

I shivered. Then I left. I couldn't believe how horny I was, and I halfway hoped I would run into the janitor. I made it to my car without seeing anyone, though, and even though I drove 100 miles an hour on the way home, no one stopped me. 



White Lightning Ch. 05



When I slid my fevered body between the cool sheets of my empty bed, I breathed a sigh of relief that Jacob was still out of town on business or he would have definitely wondered why I was driving home naked, and more importantly, why I was tattooed with Brandon's permanent marker. Things were going to get really complicated in a hurry when Jacob finally did get back. That was a problem for another time.

I was just drifting off to sleep when something shifted next to my bed. Before I could even open my eyes, a hand clamped over my mouth. The owner of the hand jerked me to my feet and pulled me out of bed so that my back was to him. Then he thrust the hand that wasn't over my mouth into my still-sopping wet cunt. The hand over my mouth stifled my moan.

"Like that, do you? You like being fingered by a potential rapist?" He was quiet for a minute as he twirled his finger inside me and I struggled against him. "Holy fuck, you're wet. Were you having yourself a naughty dream, bitch?" I shook my head, trying desperately to hide the fact that his attack was in fact triggering a big response from my sex-starved body. "Do you want Daddy to make it a reality?"

It was warm in the room, but a chill seized me as I realized it must be Todd behind me. I whimpered in what was now genuine fear. Then he turned me around, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Greg.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just shut the fuck up and spread your legs for me, slut." As he pounded my pussy, I found myself imagining what would have happened if it HAD been Todd who was assaulting me. I came harder than Greg has ever made me cum.

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Brandon was obviously not happy the next day. "You fucked him last night. Didn't I tell you that your cunt belongs to me, Miss Parker?"

I blushed. "Well, Master, he forced me."

"That's bullshit. You liked it. He told me that you came at least four times."

"Master, I have to do what Greg says. You know that." 

He flicked his eyes over my body. I was wearing a tight low-cut shirt that said "Fresh Squeezed" across my tits. No, I did NOT pick it out. My shorts were barely long enough to cover anything at all. I didn't pick them out either. Brandon's assessment of my outfit made my whole body tense. "I'll talk to him," he finally said. 

He wasn't dressed like himself, either. His hair was streaked with gray, and he was wearing a pair of glasses that made him look considerably older. Old enough to be my father. 

"What are we doing today, Master?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I understand you have a father fetish. Today, I am going to take my 'daughter' to the mall. My 'daughter' is going to flaunt her tits and suck at least five guys off. Then I am going to find her and see to it that she finds out what it's like to have a real cock in her mouth. Maybe then she will quit letting everyone she sees put his dick in her body."

I shivered. But my anticipation was nothing to the reality of being in a car in the mall parking lot with him in his distinguished looking suit. 

He glanced over at me. "Play with yourself. Get that pussy juice flowing."

I blushed and hesitantly started rubbing my tits. He glared at me. "Shove your fingers into your cunt. Fuck yourself nice and deep for me."

I was already wet, I discovered. I started moving my fingers faster, whimpering softly. It was incredibly humiliating doing this while my former student watched.

"That's a good girl," he said. "Nice and deep."

"Do you want me to cum?" I asked, praying he would say yes.

"Yeah, get your fingers all wet with your cum." 

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the growing erection that was bulging inside his pants as I came. 

"Your pussy juice is dripping down your leg," he observed. "That's a good start. Now take your hand and rub it all over your tits."

There was a slow fire burning inside me as I remembered that it wouldn't be long until his cock was buried in my mouth. Then he told me to get out of his car.

I stood blinking in the sunshine, feeling painfully self-conscious. I wondered how long it would be until someone noticed me. Thank God we weren't in my actual town—we were far enough away that no one should recognize me. Still, the thought of being an object that everyone would stare at... it was uncomfortable.

I had been standing in the parking lot for about a minute when a scruffy looking middle-aged guy walked up to me and leered at my tits. 

"How freshly squeezed?" he asked. Gee, great pick-up line. I shook myself, remembering that I was trying to suck off five guys so I could just leave. I adopted what I hoped was a sultry smile.

"You tell me."

He cupped his hands around my tits, and it felt surprisingly good. I moaned for him, a little overdramatically.

"Those are nice," he said. He hadn't taken his hands away.

"Are you a professional quality inspector?" I giggled, feeling like an idiot. "Because if so, you might want to examine the quality of the skin and not just the plumpness." 

He didn't respond vocally; he just pulled my shirt up and ogled my naked tits. He pressed his thumbs into my nipples, watching them spring underneath his touch. "How old are you, baby?" he asked.

"Eighteen," I lied. Brandon had told me to pretend to be a teenager. I couldn't believe this idiot was buying it.

"I need to squeeze my dick between your melons, honey," he said. "Part of the quality inspection."

"Mmm, that sounds nice," I giggled, unbuttoning his jeans. In what seemed like an instant, he was squeezing my tits around his cock as he thrust into my cleavage. I crooned to him about how good it felt, and then I asked him if I could suck his dick. It didn't take much persuasion, and in less than five minutes I was swallowing his cum right there in the parking lot. I could feel Brandon's eyes on me from a few cars away, and I wondered if anyone else saw. 

It took a surprisingly short time to find four other guys to go down on. In fact, I never had to leave the parking lot. The next guy I sucked off had been watching me suck the first guy. The guy after him was a security guard. The fourth guy was a much older man. The last guy was nineteen, one that I had approached instead of the other way around. I had his dick buried in my mouth when I heard Brandon behind me.

"What in the hell are you doing, Brandy?" he asked. It was my alias.

I pulled my mouth off Chad's cock, painting terror on my face. "Oh my God, Daddy! I.. I didn't mean to!" 

Chad looked mortified. 

"What, you tripped and fell onto his dick?" Brandon said.

"I'm sorry sir," Chad said. 

Brandon glared at him. "What the hell are you sorry for? I watched her plaster herself against you, her wearing that slutty outfit. She's lucky you don't have her up against a wall fucking the shit out of her. She's turning into a dirty little whore. She might already be one. Was she sucking you good, son?"

I couldn't believe how much my body was responding to Brandon's harshness. "Yes, sir," Chad said. "She's a good little cocksucker."

Brandon glared down at me. "So you've had a lot of practice?"

I tried to look embarrassed instead of horny as hell.

"Why don't you shoot your load on her face, son? Then I'll take her home and teach her some manners."

I pouted. "I wanted to swallow it, Daddy."

"You're going to get it on your face, like the little slut you are," Chad growled before Brandon could answer me. He feverishly jerked his dick, muttering things about my tits and ass, and I found myself moaning in real sexual arousal instead of the fake moans I'd been performing all day. When his cum splattered onto my skin, it was almost orgasmic for me. He caught his breath and looked at Brandon. "That's a hot little slut you're raising, sir," he said. Then he zipped his fly and walked into the mall.

Brandon unzipped his own fly and shoved his cock into my mouth. I moaned with the suddenness of it and was surprised to find that he really did feel amazing inside me.

"That's right, baby, you like your daddy's cock in your mouth. Now suck it." 

The combination of the genuine hunger I had been nursing for Brandon's body and my own arousal at his playing dad whipped me into a frenzy. All of the unsatisfied desire for his cock went into my ministrations as I moved my mouth and tongue over his shaft. 

My phone rang, cutting across the moment. Brandon had it in his pocket, so he pulled it out and looked at it. Then he smiled maliciously, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

"It's Jacob. Answer it. On speakerphone."

I opened the phone. "Hey baby," I gushed.

"Hello sweetheart!" It was strange hearing his voice when another man's prick was inches from my mouth.

"How was your week?" I asked.

Jacob launched into a long story. The instant he started, Brandon rammed his cock back into my mouth. I was shocked for an instant. My husband was on the phone, I told myself. I couldn't do this now. But Brandon pushed impatiently against my lips, and I found my tongue responding to him. My eyes lowered as I lost myself in the pleasure of pleasuring Brandon, taking him deeper and deeper inside me.

"Baby? Are you there?" Jacob's voice cut across my consciousness. I abruptly pulled back from Brandon.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about how much I miss you. What were you saying?"

He started rambling again, and I sucked Brandon back into my mouth. He rested one hand on top of my head, nestling his fingers into my hair. I took him until he was all the way in my mouth, my nose pressing against his body. 

"Yesss," Brandon hissed. I could only hope Jacob wouldn't hear it, but Jacob's self-indulgent chatter was only a distant murmur compared to the reality of Brandon's body. I pulled back to focus on the head of his cock, driven by his soft moans of pleasure.

"How was your week?" Jacob asked abruptly.

I started to pull back and answer, but Brandon thrust deep inside my mouth, holding my head against him. 

"Honey?" Jacob asked as I stared helplessly at Brandon. "Hello? Can you hear me?" 

Brandon clicked the phone shut. "I'm cumming, baby," he growled. "Swallow it all for your daddy."My throat worked furiously to capture every drop of his salty cum. It was like ambrosia. I moaned softly as I swallowed, like a nursing baby. 

When he was spent, he wordlessly pulled out of my mouth and zipped his fly, then headed for the car. I followed and got into the passenger seat, feeling incredibly awkward. 

"Miss Parker, I had no idea that you were really that good a cocksucker. I would have worked you into a corner somewhere a long time ago if I would have known." He was quiet for another minute before handing me the phone. "Now call your husband back and try to act like you haven't been sucking cock all day."