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Stephanie's Grip

By: jacobmerriweather



1

An entire classroom, an entire classroom of senior fucks, drooling at a television screen, staring off into space, checking their prohibited cell phones and staring off into space, a gaggle of idiots zoning out or just too stoned to pay attention in the first place, and there I sat before them all, staring down at the naked little slut hidden underneath my desk, tucked away, deepthroating my cock and staring up at me with those big, beautiful green eyes, watering, tearing up, smearing her make up and trying desperately, incredibly desperately, not to gag too loud.

I picked up the remote and turned the volume up a couple bars, then reached down, grabbed the back of Stephanie Carter's head, and shoved the rest of my shaft down her throat.

It all started one evening in February. It was brisk but it hadn't snowed in some time, and the sun was out. I was walking home from grabbing an early dinner alone. 

It had been a little over a year since my fiance and I had called off the wedding. I spent my time reading, writing, drinking prolifically, and enjoying myself, be it alone or with friends. I lived in a small little college town in New England, I had friends, drinking buddies, a job I hated, a broken love hanging over my head, everything a man in his early thirties could want. 

I was getting close to my house when I spotted a cute little number walking up to the same corner as me. I knew her figure at once, she was too quiet and alone to be a college student, it must be one of my kids, I thought.

Through her tight jeans I could see a plump ass sticking out, short, thick legs, a narrow waist, and black hair sticking out from underneath a hoodie. She was carrying two large, black plastic shopping bags at her side. Not the kind they give you at the mall, certainly not the kind they supply at the neighborhood grocery store.

She turned to me and I saw her cute, slightly hispanic face peeping out, then she quickly turned away.

"Stephanie?" I called at her, picking up the pace to catch her.

"Oh, Mr. Jackson, hi," She stammered, clearly flustered and flushed. I cocked my head, taken aback by her demeanor.

In class, Stephanie was never one without something to say. I teach history, and this girl never shuts up, be it correcting a date, gabbing with her little friends, interjecting with some awful feminist diatribe (we get it, Columbus was a murderer), or giggling at her own stupid jokes. It was a rare sight for me to see her so reluctant to speak.

"Do you live around here?" I asked, putting myself in her way.

"Yeah," She mumbled, "Up on Elliot."

Something was up with her, and I normally couldn't give a rats ass about my students, but I couldn't help my curiosity. I had to know what was in those bags.

"No shit, me too." I lied, smiling. "Here, I'll walk you." I volunteered, grabbing the bags at her side and crossing the street, without waiting for her consent.

"No, no, Mr. Jackson, it's ok, really," She begged, catching up to me and trying to pull the bags from my hands.

"Nonsense," I cheerily laughed. "It's only a couple blocks, and these bags are pretty heavy, I really don't mind, I promise." I said, and she acquiesced, biting her lip, nervously.

"What were you doing, shopping?" I asked, peeping down, unable to see into the black bags.

"Uh, yeah, just picking up a couple things."

"You know I would have thought girls your age go shopping in groups, right? Teenage pack mentality? Hanging out at the mall with your friends? Isn't that how it works?" I pried, reading the uneasiness on her face like the condescending, angsty, teenage feminist essays she'd forced me to read all year.

"Uh, yeah, I just left Jenny and Sarah."

"Ha! I knew it. See, I'm not so out of the loop, I'm only 32 you know." I said, laughing and enjoying the frustration on her face. "I used to be a little bit of a mallrat myself, still pretty good on my skateboard, you should see me sometime."

She forced a cute little laugh.

"Uh, sure, yeah," she mumbled, and we were almost to her street. I knew I wouldn't have much longer, I'd have to make a move quickly.

We crossed the street and I saw the high curb on the other side. Seizing upon the oportunity, I purposefully tripped on it, catching my balance just enough to drop one of the bags, it's contents spilling onto the sidewalk and grassy area.

"Oh, damn it, I'm so sorry," I said, bending down to pick up the boxes I'd spilled. She lunged forward too, but was too slow, and stood back in horror as I picked up one of the containers. 

It was a white cardboard box with a see through plastic window: a large, purple butt plug staring me straight in the face.

I knew it was something bad, something she'd be ashamed of, but I didn't have to fake my disbelief as I stared at the box, then her, then the box again.

I slowly put it back in the bag, then inspected the rest of her toys: a ball gag, beginner's handcuffs, dildos, more plugs, lube, a large vibrator. 

"Jesus Christ," I exclaimed, looking up at her, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide open.

"They let teenagers buy this shit?" I asked, some consternation on my face.

"I turned 18 last weekend," she whimpered, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"And this is what you spent your birthday money on, isn't it? All your aunts and uncles give you money, and you buy-" I looked back into the bag, "buttplugs?"

She stood there, taking quick, deep breaths, before lunging at me, grabbing my arm and pleading.

"Mr. Jackson, please Mr. Jackson! You can't tell anybody! I've never bought anything like this before, I was walking buy and just, it's a joke, it's a joke, I swear."

I pulled out the industry grade vibrator, as long as my forearm, and held it up, finding the price tag.

"Seventy dollars is quite a lot to spend on a joke." I said, smiling and patting her on her shoulder. "Stephanie, it's ok, you don't have to lie. You're a woman now, you should be proud of your sexuality. When everybody finds out about this, you can just tell them that you-"

"When everybody finds out about this?!" She almost choked on the words, nearly working herself into a fit.

"Well, yeah," I said, matter of factly. "You expect me to keep my mouth shut about this? No way, this is too rich. I'm only human, you know."

Tears started streaming down her cute, tan cheeks, smearing her eyeliner, her eyes pink and puffy already.

"Mr. Jackson, please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything, just please don't tell anyone."

I stood up and pulled a pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket, lighting one as I stared down at her.

"You smoke?" I asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"No," she muttered, "No thank you."

I smiled and took a drag or two, then pat her on the shoulder.

"I tell you what," I said, flicking the cigarette to the ground, my heart racing too fast to enjoy it. "You wear that plug tomorrow, the purple one, wear it through the entire class, and I'll keep my mouth shut for another day, ok?"

I snubbed out the ember with the sole of my shoe as she stared at me, her mouth gaping.

"But that's the biggest one I bought." She protested.

"Well, you bought it to use it," I shrugged, laughing a little.

"How will you know that it's in?" She squeaked.

If you can't imagine my smile at this point, it was ear to ear.

"Well, I guess you'll have to stay after class and prove it to me."

I turned and left her there, walking away in the cold spring air. It was quiet and I didn't hear her footsteps. I knew better than to look back, but I imagine she stood there staring at me walking away for quite some time.

2

Stefanie gagged quietly under the desk, completely naked, her supple, round tits swinging back and forth as she bobbed her head up and down. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and stared up at me, kissing the shaft, licking the tip, then gently sucking on my balls as she jerked me off, her eyes never once breaking contact from my own.

I looked up to see if I was getting any strange stares, but I was the last thing in that classroom that any of those kids wanted to pay attention to. 

I went through the next day as normal, doing my best to hide my excitement, and it was almost too much to bare when, in my last class of the day, I got to watch Stephanie Carter walk into my classroom, her face red, a slight misstep in her walk, barely noticeable, I didn't need to see proof that she had held up her end of the bargain, I could see it in her shame.

I did my best to ignore her, I only stole a glance a couple times throughout the entire time, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her moving around in her seat, trying to reposition herself.

By the time the bell rang, I could barely contain myself. All the students rushed out, ready to get out of school as quickly as possible. Most days, I felt the exact same. Not that day.

Stephanie lagged behind, packing up her notebook and pens especially slow, and when the classroom was empty save for me and her, I turned to her, eyebrow raised.

"I wasn't sure you'd be able to pull it off." I smiled.

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull it out." She quipped, smiling back, and I almost died of laughter.

I closed the door and dropped the window blinds, then walked to the back of the class, to the large supply closet half filled with old books and useless history fair dioramas.

"Come on, I beckoned, "back here."

And she followed, slightly hopping from foot to foot, until we were alone, and I closed the door behind us.

We stood in silence for some time before she finally piped up.

"Well?" She asked, impatiently.

"Well what?"

"What do you want from me?"

I could barely help myself, staring at her, so defensive and anxious. I looked her up and down.

"Turn around." I said,, and she shook her head, then slowly complied. "Now take off your pants."

She stood there, in pink panties and a cute blouse, her beautiful legs riddled with goosebumps.

"Your panties too," I insisted, and she dropped them as well.

As soon as she dropped her panties, I could see it, the purple stopper pushing her cheeks aside, the plug anchored inside of her.

"Bend over," I demanded, pointing at the old, rusty desk I hadn't ever bothered to throw out.

"But-"

"Bend over." I repeated, sternly, and she bent over onto the old, beat up desk.

"Spread your cheeks." I told her, and she reached back with a sigh and spread her cheeks for me, her cute little pussy sticking out as well.

"Are you satisfied?" She said, standing up straight and turning around; that's when she saw the phone in my hand, the red blinking video light shining, and I'm sure if that plug hadn't been in, she might have shit herself.

"Oh. My. God." She started working herself up as I turned off the camera and slipped my phone inside of my pocket. "Mr. Jackson!"

"Sh, stephanie, Sh." I shushed her, walking up to her. "These walls are paper thin."

"Mr. Jackson, what the fuck?" She whimpered quietly.

"Sorry, it was too amazing not to record." I admitted, grabbing her ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

She hopped back in surprise, staring at me with a wrath only a woman can conjure.

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone." She whispered, pouting and stomping her feet.

"I said no such thing. And even if I did, so what? I lie all the time."

She shook her fists and stomped her feet, sneering at me, then she grabbed her panties and started getting dressed.

"That's it, I'm not going to take this. What you're doing is illegal, you'll go to jail for so long for this!" She shook her finger in my face, and I couldn't help but collapse with laughter.

"Go ahead, tell everyone, I'm going to the cops!" She almost shouted, putting her pants on and reaching for the door.

"Stephanie, don't you dare open that door young lady." I finally broke into my stern, teacher voice. 

She turned to me, a fire in her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because," I walked up to her, pushing her back against the door. Her breath jumped and I heard a distinct, albeit quiet, squeak. "You're 18, there's not a damn thing illegal about this."

It really took the wind out of her anger, watching her put together the pieces.

"No judge is gonna give a fuck about this, especially when they see the video of you willingly undressing in front of me." I said, wrapping my hand around her throat.

"But- but- the principal won't like-"

"I don't give a shit about what the principal likes or doesn't like. You think I like my job? You wanna get me fired? Go ahead, but everyone in the fucking tri county area is gonna see that video and know what a little slut you are." I threatened through my teeth, squeezing her throat harder as I dashed her last hopes against the rocks of my own apathetic disregard for my job.

"But- but-" She stammered, trying her best to think of something.

"But nothing, now take off your clothes!" I demanded, and she stared at me, reluctantly, then began to disrobe.

When she was completely naked, I stared up her up and down. Her tits were sheer perfection: somewhere around C-cups, large and round, yet perky, narrow hips, wide thighs a round little ass. I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall.

"You've never gotten to use toys like these before, have you?" I whispered in her ear, my hand wrapped firmly around her throat.

"No." She whispered. 

I stood back and slapped her left tit. She shrieked, panting uncontrollably.

"No SIR" I corrected. She winced, then stared me in the eyes.

"No sir," she repeated.

"But you've always wanted to, haven't you?" I asked, watching her take a large gulp before fluttering her eyelids and parting her lips.

"Yes-" she whispered "-sir, yes sir."

I raised my hand as if to slap her other breast, then lowered it, grabbing her hip. 

"Good girl" I whispered.

I moved my hand lower, finally reaching her pussy, sopping wet, her juices dripping down her legs.

I smiled, kissed her on the cheek.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked, playfully sticking two fingers inside of her wet pussy.

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.

"Yes... -Sir, yes sir" She mumbled, 

gasping for breath as I fingered her gently.

"Are you going to be a good little girl for me?" I asked, squeezing her throat as I finger fucked her little pussy so hard she started to squeel.

"Yes sir, yes, please, yes, yes yes yes." She moaned, then her eyes hot open and her jaw dropped. She panted and moaned quietly, then her knees buckled and she nearly collapsed to the ground, but I caught her, lifted her up, and sat her on the old desk. 

"You just came, didn't you?"

"I- I-" She stuttered. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" I asked.

"I've never cum before." She admitted, and I shook my head.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and shoved them down her throat, making her gag and sputter drool all down her chin and breasts.

"Well now you have," I said, pulling my fingers out and smearing spit across her face. "But don't you ever, EVER, cum again without my permission, understand?"

"Mmmm, yes sir," She moaned, eyes closed, lost in ecstasy.

"Good girl," I said, putting my hand on top of her head and pushing her down. "Now get on your knees."

Stephanie stared up at me, defiantly at first, then acquiesced slowly, dropping to her knees.

"Open your mouth," I told her, smiling as her mouth popped open. It couldn't have been her first time.

She started sucking on my cock, but he was less skilled than I expected. Instead of licking the tip or dextrously jerking me off, she simply rammed my cock down her throat. It was exhilarating, forceful and rough, but I could feel her throat gagging as she did her best to deepthroat my cock.

She could barely get 3/4s of my cock down her throat, so I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it all the way. She sputtered and struggled, gagging and choking and squirming, I heard a popping noise and I let go.

The plug had come out of her ass and was rolling on the floor, collecting dust and hair.

She sat back, gasping for breath, her lips quivering, tears streaming down her face. Drool had dribbled down her chin and now covered her naked chest, mixed in with tears and smeared make up. She was a mess, a frail, helpless little thing, staring up at me, pleading with her eyes.

I felt a tinge of pity, but I couldn't help myself. I pulled out my phone and pointed the camera at her.

"No, please!" She begged, trying to stifle a sob.

I slapped her on her face and grabbed her throat.

"Shut the fuck up," I whispered, then pushed her back.

I turned on the camera and pointed it at her.

"What's your name?" I asked, and she looked up at the camera with her big, green eyes.

"Stephanie." She whispered, and I slapped her.

"Full name," I insisted.

She took a couple deep breaths, swallowed, and looked back up.

"Stephanie Carter." She answered.

I reached down, sticking my fingers inside of her dripping pussy and playing with her. Instantly, her pitiful frown gave way to an almost animalistic smile, eyelids fluttering, and flushed skin.

"You like this don't you?" I asked, pointing the camera at her face.

"Mmmm," she squealed, panting like a dog. "Yes."

I pulled my fingers out and slapped her again.

"Yes sir!" I corrected her, and she grabbed my waist and rubbed her face against my crotch.

"Yes sir," She echoed.

"You're a dirty little cumslut aren't you?" I asked, grabbing my dick and shaking it at her face.

"Yes sir," She moaned, opening her mouth and panting. "Yes, I'm you're little cumslut. I'll do whatever you say."

And she shoved my dick down her throat again, bobbing back and forth as she gagged and drooled all over herself.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of my cock. I pocketed my phone and grabbed her by the throat, bending down with her to be face to face with her.

"You belong to me now, understand?" I asked, slapping her tits. She nodded in affirmation, wincing at my touch.

"That pussy," I said, shoving my fingers inside. "It belongs to me now, get it?"

She moaned and squirmed, whispering 'yes sir' as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"You're not dating any of those shit dicks running around in the school are you?" I asked, finger fucking her harder and faster.

"N-no, no sir." She whispered, biting her lip and staring into my eyes.

"From here on out, you're going to do everything I say, when I say, get it?" I informed her, sliding in and out of her.

"Mhm, yes sir." She squealed.

"Or everybody's going to see these videos, and know what a dirty little fuck toy you are, understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes sir. Please don't show anyone!" She begged, shifting her weight around and kissing my neck. "I promise I'll be a good little girl for you, Mr. Jackson, I'll do whatever you say."

She started panting and moaning, licking her lips and gyrating her hips.

"You want to cum again, don't you?" I asked.

"Mhm," she moaned, staring into my eyes. "Please, sir, please."

"Fine, you can cum."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, she started moaning and spasming, shaking and pressing herself against my hand. I grabbed her throat.

"Tell me when you're orgasming," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming," She shrieked, and I squeezed her throat as I penetrated her, so hard her face turned red and she gasped for breath. She grabbed my hand, tapping me on my arm, staring into my eyes, pleading, begging, then finally, right as her eyes started to roll back, I let go of her.

She collapsed onto the floor in a shaking mess, kicking and moaning, grabbing herself and coughing, spitting on the floor. I watched her tremble and squirm for some time before she finally sat back up, smiling, wiping herself off.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered.

"Did you like that?" I asked, wiping the dirt from her side.


Stephanie's Grip Ch. 02



1

I was driving home, heading through a quaint little neighborhood not too far from my place when I saw her walking down the side of the road.

She was short, and from the streetlights I could see she had black hair and a great body. Wide hips and a narrow waist, curvy in all the right ways. She had short black shorts on and white sneakers, high white socks, and a baby blue t shirt. 

I knew I had to have her. Just watching her walk made my heart race and my mouth water. I pulled up beside her and rolled my window down.

"Kinda late to be walking home all by yourself," I called, and she turned to me, with a sweet little smile.

She walked up to my window and leaned against it.

"Fuck, I know. I'm heading home from a friend's, but I missed the bus." She said, pushing her hair back.

She was gorgeous, thick black mascara, bright red lips. Her hair was wavy and deep, rich black tufts.

"How far you have to go?" I asked, and her smiled dropped.

"A couple miles, ha," She laughed a little, and I leaned over and opened the passenger side door.

"Fuck that. It's too late for a cute little thing like yourself to be walking home all on your own. Get in, I'll drive you." I told her, but she stood back, rubbing her arm, unsure.

"I don't know, it's not that bad of a night." She said, looking around.

"Hey, if you wanna walk, go ahead." I shrugged. "Just thought I'd be nice enough to offer a ride."

She sighed, then hopped in the car.

"Well, ok, I guess it is pretty nice of you," She said, bubbly and excited.

"Yeah, no problem." I laughed, driving forward.

"You gotta take a right up here," She told me after a couple blocks. I looked her up and down, kept driving straight.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? My house is that way." She said, pointing back to the street we'd just passed.

"Don't worry," I said, putting my hand on her leg, "I'll get you home soon enough. But I figured we'd go to my place first," my hand slowly raised up her thigh, and she jumped up in her seat, "maybe have a little fun before I take you home."

She immediately reached for the door, but I clicked the auto lock.

"Uh, I should probably go, I don't really think-"

I pulled over the car and grabbed her by her hair.

"Of course you didn't think, you're dumb enough to get into a stranger's car? You must be a stupid little slut." I snapped at her, grabbing her shirt and ripping it open. 

She gasped, tugging at the door handle, as my hand slipped down her shorts and started rubbing her clit, wet and clean shaven.

"Please, please, I thought you were just trying to be nice!" She gasped, fear in her eyes. "Please, don't do this, just let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear." She begged, but I just smiled at her as she squirmed and moaned.

"You're not going to tell anyone, because you belong to me now," I said, grabbing some handcuffs from my center console and binding her arms behind her back. She squirmed and started to sob, staring up at me with her big, green eyes.

"Please, please, I just want to go home." She cried as I pulled my cock out, by now throbbing and hard. "Oh god, please, don't do this!"

I was growing tired of hearing her protests so I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down. Without even having to tell her to open her mouth, my cock was all the way down on her throat. She sucked and gagged, sputtered and choked as I put the car into drive and carried on.

She deepthroated me and I spanked her as she squealed and gagged. I stuck my hand down her shorts and fingered her tight little ass while she squirmed, crying and sobbing and sucking on my cock.

I pulled into my driveway and into the garage, and let her sit up. Her make up was running profusely, he lips quivering.

"Where are we?" She asked, looking around.

"At your new home." I told her and she gasped, shaking her head.

"Please, no, please, don't! I'll finish sucking you off! Just don't make me stay, please! I can't!" She tried to bargain, but it was no use.

I stepped out of the car and opened up her side. She tried to push herself back, away from my grasp, but I grabbed her hair and pulled her out, unlocking the handcuffs and throwing her to the cold cement floor.

I picked her up and put her on her hands and knees, grabbing a collar and fitting it around her throat.

"What? No! Please!" She sobbed as I pulled her shorts down and spanked her, her ass turning red.

Then I pulled up her shorts grabbed the leash, tugging.

"Come on, crawl, on your hands and knees," I told her, and she obliged, sobbing and whimpering as we entered my house.

"There you go, like a good little pet," I told her.

Through the doorway into my house, there were two paths: one leading to my kitchen, the other to my basement. We took the latter, and I pulled and slapped her as she awkwardly crawled down the stairs, scraping her knees, gasping and wincing, sobbing uncontrollably.

I turned on the light switch and opened the thick, oak door, and her eyes went wide.

My basement was a fully converted dungeon: chains and ropes hung from the walls and ceilings. On one wall was a table, covered in toys: plugs, vibrators, dildos, and the wall itself was adorned with more chains and rope, whips, cuffs, collars, gags and blindfolds. 

There was a cage, barely big enough for a normal sized human to fit into, a couple wooden chairs, and a bed, with a wooden pillory at the end, one large hole in the middle for her head, two large holes on each side for her arms, perfect for locking in a girl and restricting movement.

"No! No!" She gasped, struggling and trying to pull back towards the door. "Please! Oh god! Please!" She screamed, and I laughed as she tried to get away, then pulled her back inside.

I bound her hands together with a thick black rope on a pulley and lifted them above her head. I bound her legs together, then walked over to the torture table. I grabbed a pair of scissors and walked back over to her.

"Welcome to your new home," I told her, and she kept her eyes closed, shaking her head and sobbing.

"No, no no no, no, please."

I slapped her in her face, and her eyes shot open, watering and scared.

"Trying to wake up? Hoping this is a nightmare?" I asked, cutting the straps at her bra and the remnants of her shirt, watching with pleasure as she shivered and sobbed.

"Please, no, you can't, I won't tell anyone, please," She cried, and I slapped her left tit, large and round and supple.

"This is your fault!" I screamed at her, slapping her face again and again. "Being a stupid little slut, getting in a car with a stranger you've never met? What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?" I asked, cutting her shorts to shreds and watching the tattered remnants fall to the floor.

"Oh god!" She cried, and I took a step back, pulling up a wooden chair so I could admire her.

She stood there, hanging from the ceiling, shivering, in nothing but white, frilly panties, long white socks, and her white sneakers. I had to admit, I loved the purity of her white clothes, and the juxtaposition against her tan skin, her running make up. She sobbed and moaned, begging, still.

"Please, please, you can't do this!" She cried, and I smiled.

"I think I've had enough of hearing you say that," I said, walking over to the table and grabbing a ball gag and a whip.

I shoved the gag in her mouth as she spit and sputtered and sobbed, binding it behind her head. It was big enough to keep her from talking, and I loved watching her drool dribbling down her chin, falling down her tits and slowly coalescing onto her shaved pussy.

"You're a stupid little slut, aren't you?" I asked and she shook her head, then I whipped her back, hard, and she cringed and her entire body tensed up.

"Aren't you?" I screamed, and she nodded, sobbing and agreeing.

"This is your new home," I told her, whipping her again and again, "You're my little pet now, you belong to me, understand?" I asked, and she nodded her head, spit dribbling down her chin, mixing with tears and running make up, crying and squealing and nodding her head.

I whipped her again, and again, and again. Her body tensed and her muscles flexed. She squirmed and wiggled and cried, sobbing and pleading, shaking her head.

"You have to learn your place, you're my property now," I told her, and she nodded her head.

I flogged her for what must have seemed like an eternity to her, giving her the lashing of a lifetime. She screamed and sobbed and gagged, sweating and struggling, but towards the end, she had a resigned look on her face.

"Are you ready to be broken in?" I asked and she nodded. I took out the gag and she spit and coughed, then looked into my eyes.

"Are you going to be a good little girl for me?" I asked, and her jaw dropped. She stared, dumbfounded. "Bad girls get the whip." I informed her.

"Yes, yes, please, I'm going to be a good little girl for you." She said, and I untied her.

She fell to the floor, and I picked her up, slinging her over my shoulder, then carried her to the bed. I set her down and picked up the top block of the pillory, wrestling her into place on her knees before lowering it in place, locking her in.

I pulled out my cock and she started to sob again.

"Please, please, let me go!" She moaned, but I smiled, stepping towards her face.

"You're never going to get to go, you belong to me now." I whispered, shoving my cock down her throat.

I watched her struggle as I throatfucked her, spit dripping down from her chin onto the cement below. She gagged and choked, retching a couple times, then sobbed and opened her mouth. I whipped her back, already covered in welts, red and raw, and she squirmed, but there was nothing she could do, no way of escaping.

When I'd had enough I walked around to the bed. I pulled down her panties, the crotch dripping wet, and tossed them aside, then I lied down, my face under her wet little pussy, and started licking it, sticking a finger in her pussy, and another in her ass. She moaned and gasped, choking for air, and within a couple minutes she started begging again.

"Please, please, stop, please, I'm gonna- please, don't-" She panted and I smiled, licking at her little clit while I fingered her ass.

"You're gonna what? Cum? Like a disgusting little whore?" I asked and she whimpered.

"Mhm," She cried, and I spanked her ass.

"Good, do it." I said, and she buckled, her muscles contorting and her body shaking, then she started screaming, cumming, without warning, squirting all over me: my face, my chest, down my body. I laughed and kept licking.

"Oh please, oh please!" She screamed as I got out from underneath her and stood up, grabbing a towel from next to the bed and wiping myself off.

"What a disgusting little fuck toy," I said, spanking her ass, and she shivered and panted.

"Oh god, please, please don't!" She begged as I got back on the bed, repositioning myself.

"Ass or pussy?" I asked, pushing my cock inside her pussy.

"Ass! Please, ass!" She cried, pushing against me. I smiled, spitting in my hand. and rubbing my cock, shoving it into her ass as she moaned and squealed with pleasure.

I rode her, spanking her ass and choking her as she came, squirting over and over again, building momentum and climaxing, covering the sheets with her juices.

"Oh please, sir, please, no more, I can't take any more!" She cried, her ass clenching tight.

"You're ready for me to cum inside you, baby?" I asked, spanking her ass, and she squealed and cried.

"No! No! Please don't cum inside me! Please, don't!" She begged, but I rode her, harder and harder, and she started panting like an animal, momentum building, until she was climaxing again, shivering and spasming.

"Oh yeah, just like that, I'm gonna fill you with my cum!" I told her, fucking her hard.

"No! No! Please, please! Don't cum inside me! Please!" She squealed and begged, but it was too late. I buckled, grabbing her throat as I shot my load inside her ass, again and again, then I collapsed next to her.

**********************************

Stephanie laid in bed next to me staring up into my eyes, lovingly, her head nuzzled against my chest.

"Did you like that?" I asked petting her hair, and she nodded.

"Oh my god, yes," She laughed, kissing my neck. "But next time, be a little rougher, maybe degrade me more," She said, sitting up and inspecting her back. "I like it when you make me feel like worthless trash, then force me to cum." She said, standing up.

I watched her walk over to the table and grab a dildo, bringing it back.

"Fuck, I thought that was pretty rough already," I laughed, and she shook her head.

"Don't get weak on me, Colin," She told me, turning around and leaning against the back of a chair.

"Hey, honey, watch" She said, lubricating the dildo with her mouth, then shoving it up her ass. I watched her play with herself, until she started to climax.

"May I, sir?" She whimpered, and I smiled.

"You may."

She shuddered, her knees buckling, as she came from the dildo. When she pulled it out, my cum came dribbling out from inside of her, into her cupped hand.

"Fuck, I love it when you do that," I said, watching her slurp up the cum from her hand, licking it all up, then laying down beside me, smiling.

"I love making you happy." She said, nuzzling up against me. "You've made me so happy, Colin," She rubbed my chest, kissing me softly.

"I love you." She whimpered, looking up at me.

A quick and fearful shiver went down my spine.

It had been a year since I had made Stephanie my sub. She was a freshman in college now, almost 20 years old, and she seemed to get more and more beautiful every day. She was living in the dorms of the local college, but she spent practically every night at my place.

And she was perfect, a dream come true. She cooked, she cleaned, she loved rough, kinky sex, she'd practically designed the entire basement dungeon herself, overseeing the construction and furbishing, she gave me blowjobs more than I could handle, loved getting fucked in the ass, and above all else, she was a freak, a kinky, masochistic, freak.

I looked at her and her smile turned to a frown, she looked away, curling up and turning to her side, away from me.

"It's ok if you don't feel the same way," She whispered. "You're my dom, you don't have to love me."

I grabbed her and pulled her close, shaking my head and smiling.

"No, no, it's not that, baby, I, well, I do love you. I've known it for a long time." I said, petting her back as her smile grew.

"Then why didn't you say anything?" She questioned, reaching down and grabbing my cock, gently stroking it.

"I don't know, shit. Because I'm old, you're young. I mean, I love having you around, I love spending time with you and jesus, the sex is good. But, I don't know. I wasn't sure if that's all you wanted from me."

She kept stroking me, staring up into my eyes. Those big, beautiful green eyes of hers, still smeared with black make up.

"It's not. I love you. I want to make you happy." She said, nuzzling against me.

I rubbed her back, smiling as I stared up at the ceiling.

"Good." I said, thinking that would be the end of it.

Fuck was I wrong.

"Uh, Colin?" She asked after a while.

"Yes, baby?" I turned to her, and she looked away.

"Well, it's just, um," She trailed off, trying to avoid eye contact.

"What is it?" I asked, and she stared up into my eyes.

"Can we start doing couple stuff too?" She asked, and I sighed.

This is what I'd always been afraid of. See, I'm good at a lot of things.

Rough sex? Check.

Pleasing a woman? Check.

Being able to balance domination, abuse, and humiliation with pleasure, ecstasy, and intense, forceful orgasms?

Check, check and check.

But romantic shit? Meeting family and friends? Carrying on a normal, non sexually centered relationship with obligations, expectations, and rules?

Fuck.

I mean, we'd go out on occasion, but that was just the two of us. What other kind of relationship crap would she want from me?

I looked down at her, her beautiful green eyes, and knew I'd at least have to try.

"Yes, whatever you want, just name it."

She smiled, gripping my cock so tight I couldn't help but get hard again.

She slipped down to my waist, opening her mouth and shoving my cock deep inside her mouth.

"Good," She said, popping up from my cock, a string of spit connecting her lips and the tip of my dick, "Because my parents really want to meet you."

2

It was a Saturday when Stephanie had finally talked me into visiting her parents, the Carters. I was reluctant, but I knew I didn't have much of a say in the matter. If I wanted to keep Stephanie happy, this was a little price to pay.

And I did want to keep her happy. I've done a lot of fucked up things and had a lot of fucked up relationships in the past, but Stephanie's the first girl that ever truly seemed to care, to give her all to making me happy. The least I could do was try to give her the same.

She bobbed up and down on my cock in the car, gagging and slurping and sucking.

"Thank you so much, sir," she muttered, spit dribbling from her lips. "This really won't be too bad, I promise."

"If you say so," I shrugged, and she went back to work.

By the time we pulled up into her driveway, I was almost finished, so I shoved her face down and came down her throat.

She sat up, gasping and choking, rubbing the tears from her eyes.

"Oh, god, well thanks for ruining my make up," She laughed, pulling down the mirror and opening up her purse.

"Ha, my bad." I said, and she leaned over and kissed me.

"It's ok, sir," She purred.

After she finished, we went inside.

The first thing I saw was her mom, through the living room and in the kitchen, cooking some vegetables.

I was instantly blown away by how hot she was: pretty much a slightly taller, slightly older version of Stephanie, with bigger tits and a bigger ass. I handed her the bottle of wine I'd brought and she gave me a hug, her tits pressing into me.

"Oh, Colin, we're so glad to finally meet you, Stephanie's told us so much about you." She said, and I turned to Stephanie, who was blushing.

"Oh, God, not too much, I hope," I said, and we all laughed. 

"Oh, thank you for the wine, I love Pinot Noir," She gushed, setting the bottle down and offering me a cold beer. I happily obliged.

"Can I have one, mom?" Stephanie asked sweetly, and her mom shrugged.

"Well, I guess, but just one. And don't let your father see. You know how he gets."

My stomach did a somersault and I realized how awkward the age difference might get. I was only, what, 14 years older than Stephanie?

Her younger brother walked up out of the hallway. I recognized him, tall and lanky, with a fuzzy Mexican mustache he must have been very proud of.

"Hey Mr. Jackson," He said, shaking my hand.

"Hey, uh-"

"Mark." He said, beaming. "I'll probably be in your class next year."

So it was obvious I used to be her teacher.

"Oh, cool, can't wait," I shrugged, sipping my beer.

"Yeah, and since you're dating my sister, does that mean I'll get straight A's no matter what?" He asked, precociously. 

"Mark!" Stephanie whined.

"Ha, I'm not sure if you wanna go down that route. That means if we ever have a fight, I'm gonna fail you."

Mark laughed and punched me on the shoulder.

"Ok, Ok, never mind then. I know how difficult Stephanie can be."

"Ugh," She moaned, rolling her eyes.

And that's when her father walked in, this towering hulk of a man.. He had me by at least a few inches, probably 50 pounds too, grey hairs intermingling in a deep, black head of hair.

"Well this must be Mr. Jackson," He roared, coming into the room from outback. "I'm Jason, nice to meet you."

He shook my hand and squeezed fairly hard, but I was ready. I gave him about all the strength I had, and he smiled.




Stephanie's Grip Ch. 02



"Colin," I corrected him smiling.

"Quite a grip, ha!" He laughed, picking up a plate of seasoned steaks. "Hey, why don't you help me out with the grill? You like scotch?"

"Ha, nah, I don't like scotch," I said, sipping my beer, watching his smile fade. "I love it."

He laughed and pounded his chest, grabbing a bottle and filling a couple rocks glasses a third of the way.

"Glenmorangie OK?" He asked, and I nodded.

"That'd do just fine." I nodded, and he laughed, patting me on the back and ushering me outside.

"So ya met Stephanie in your class, huh?" He asked, smirking at me once we were alone.

"Well, I-" I started to stammer. I had known this was coming, and as much as I'd thought about it, I still hadn't come up with anything to say.

"Ah, man, relax," He said, opening up the barbecue lid and popping down the steaks, one after the other. "She told me ya'll ran into each other after she graduated, kinda hittin' it off. Nothing wrong with that, no harm, no foul."

I listened to the steaks sizzling and searing as a wave of anxiety flushed from my body. 

"Seriously? It doesn't weird you out?" I asked, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Nah, you shoulda seen some of the little shits she brought around when she was in highschool. Fuck, you probably had to deal with most of them in your class. Little assholes, runnin' around and treatin' her like crap. Hell, remember what a fuckin' idiot you were at that age?"

I shook my head, a wild reel of broken girls running through my head, girls that I'd gone through, used and got what I wanted, then moved on to the next.

"I'd rather not try," I said, and he clinked his glass against mine.

"I was the exact same. And you know what? She never shuts up about you, always talkin' about how good you are to her, bouncin' around on cloud nine. That's all I could ever want for my Stephanie, a guy that knows how to treat her right. I wouldn't care if you were fifty, as long as she's happy."

I took a sip of my scotch, finally beginning to feel at ease.

"And shit, I've got 8 years on Belinda. Nah, relax, man. You treat Stephanie well, and that's good enough for me."

"Fuck," I said, drinking my scotch. "You have no idea what a weight that takes off my shoulders."

He pat me on the back, laughing, then turned back to the steaks.

"I figured as much. I was half tempted to watch you squirm all dinner, ha! But nah, couldn't do that. You're alright, Colin." He said, opening the door.

Stephanie rushed up to me, kissing me on the cheek and pulling me inside.

Her friend Kinsey was behind her, this tiny little blonde with braces in a cute little yellow sundress. She was in Stephanie's class, I think she was a little younger than Stephanie, but not by much, at least 19 by now. But while Stephanie had passed my class with flying colors (even without her extra-curricular activities), Kinsey barely made it by with a C, and when I saw her, I wasn't exactly expecting much, but she smiled and ran up to me.

"Mr. Jackson! So good to see you!" She exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

"Oh, hey Kinsey, you can call me Colin now, please."

"Ok, Colin," She bounced.

"Jason, honey, are the steaks ready?" Belinda called and Jason nodded.

"Yeah, I'll go grab 'em, you girls wanna set the table?" He asked Kinsey and Stephanie, and they immediately obliged.

The rest of the night was easy sailing. I had no idea how nice they would be, how likable her father would be, how sweet and hospitable her mother was. I'd spent the past couple days worrying over nothing, and before long, I was just a little bit tipsy from the scotch, wine, and beer.

I was sitting outside listening to Jason rattle on about him and Belinda's second honeymoon to Scotland, smoking cigars and sipping on scotch, when Stephanie popped her head out.

"You about ready to go, Colin?" She asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, you ok with driving?" I asked, holding up my glass at her. "I'm way too buzzed to get behind the wheel." I told her, and Jason laughed.

"God, Stephanie, ya did good with this one." He hit me on the back so hard I spilled a little scotch on the patio, then he stood up.

"Colin, it's been a pleasure, man, hope I see you sooner than later." He said, and we shook hands.

Belinda hugged me and Mark waved from the couch as Stephanie, Kinsey and I stepped out.

"Do you mind if we give Kinsey a ride home?" Stephanie asked as we were walking to the car.

"Nah, not at all," I said, and we approached the car. I reached for the driver's side door, but Stephanie pushed me into the back.

"Why don't you stretch out in the back?" She insisted. "You look like you could use a little relaxing."

I shrugged and hopped in the back, thinking Kinsey would take shotgun, but she squeezed into my back seat with me and Stephanie quickly backed out of the driveway.

"Thank you so much for meeting my parents," Stephanie cooed from the front seat, winking at me from the rear view mirror. "I've got a special little surprise for you." She said, and Kinsey giggled.

I looked back at Kinsey, who, shockingly, was slipping her sundress off her head, revealing her naked body underneath. Everything about her was tiny: small, perky little tits, barely any meat on her bones, a tiny little waist.

I stared at her in horror, then turned to Stephanie, who was smiling, watching me intently.

"Stephanie, what's-" I started, as Kinsey pulled at my belt with a devilish stare.

My jaw dropped, and I was at a loss for words, frozen, watching Kinsey pull out my cock, staring at it in awe, and opening her mouth, sucking at the tip.

She looked up at me,slapping my cock against her cheek.

"Surprise!" she giggled, shoving my hard dick as far down her throat as she could.

3

I got out of the shower, chugging some water and slowly sobering up. Stephanie had insisted I freshen up, pushing me up the stairs while her and Kinsey went down to the basement to 'get ready.'

I put on jeans and a white T-shirt and made my way downstairs, finding Stephanie sitting on the couch, wearing black, lacy lingerie, a bra and panties, and high black stockings, high heels.

Her legs were crossed, and she stared up at me, all dolled up and beautiful, standing up to greet me.

She sauntered over to me and leaned into a warm embrace, passionately kissing me and holding me tight.

"Your present is downstairs," she whispered in my ears, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the kitchen and down towards the basement.

There, in the middle of the room, strung up, her hands high above her head, naked save for a sack over her head, with a small pink plug in her ass, stood Kinsey, shaking and quivering.

She squirmed and squealed, and from the muffled noises she was making I knew she must be wearing a ball gag underneath the hood.

I turned to Stephanie, shaking my head and smiling.

She kissed me, rubbing my cock and purring.

"You sure she can handle this, baby?" I asked, and she nodded, grabbing a whip off the table.

She walked up to Kinsey and whipped her pale ass, sending her screaming and shaking, struggling to get away.

"Shut the fuck up, slut," Stephanie yelled. I'd never seen her take charge like that.

She turned to me, handing me the whip.

"What?" She giggled. "I learned it from watching you."

She stood behind me, rubbing my cock, while I rubbed the leather strips over Kinsey's skin.

"You know what that is?" I asked, watching Kinsey squirm.

"Mhm," She nodded, panting and trembling.

"She's a dirty little slut that needs to be punished," Stephanie told me, getting down on her knees and unbuckling my jeans, pulling out my hard cock.

"Is that true, Kinsey?" I asked.

"Mhm," She squeaked, and I whipped her again.

Stephanie shoved my cock down her throat, bobbing her head and gagging on me voraciously while I whipped Kinsey again and again, watching her white skin turn read, droplets of sweat turning into beads and rolling down her back.

Stephanie gagged and sucked me off as I whipped Kinsey again and again. Just by watching her cringe each time, listening to her whimpering and screaming, I knew she couldn't take much more.

I picked Stephanie up and kissed her.

"I think our little slut needs a break from being punished, how about we play with her a little?" I asked, and Stephanie nodded, stepping forward and pulling Kinsey's hood off.

Kinsey was drooling, her make up tearing down her face in streams.

Stephanie pulled out her gag and started kissing her. Their tongues intertwined, and they bit each others lips as Kinsey regained composure.

I grabbed another rope hanging from the wall and untied Kinsey's feet, binding the knee on her left leg and raising it up. I tethered it to a hook and stared at her, helplessly bound, barely able to keep one foot on the ground, her arms still raised above her head.

I stepped forward and kissed Stephanie on the lips, then turned to Kinsey.

Stephanie knelt down and began playing with Kinsey's clit while I kissed her, tasting her soft tongue.

Kinsey whimpered and squirmed as Stephanie played with her, struggling to keep composure.

"Stephanie, I-" she whispered, turning her head away from me.

"You ask Mr. Jackson for permission!" Stephanie demanded, spanking her as she rubbed Kinsey's clit.

"Oh, Mr. Jackson, please-"

"Please what?" I asked.

"Please!" She shrugged, clenching her teeth. "Please, sir, may I cum?" She moaned.

"Not until you tell me what a dumb little slut you are," I said, slapping her.

"Oh! I'm a stupid little slut! I'm a dumb slut! Please, sir, please!" She begged, gasping and panting.

"Good girl, yes, you can cum," I nodded, and Kinsey's knee buckled and she lost her footing, hanging there, wiggling and orgasming, her skin red, her little nipples hard, panting and moaning.

Stephanie stood up as Kinsey found her footing again. We embraced, and I pushed her up against a wall, kissing her ravenously and groping her body, biting her neck.

I turned her around, unable to take it any longer, and tore her panties off, fucking her from behind.

"Oh god!" she moaned, pushing against the wall. I spanked her and pulled her hair, pounding her little pussy while she shivered. "Oh, sir, please, please let me cum!" She begged and I smiled.

"Cum for me, baby," I demanded, and she instantly began squirming and shaking, her pussy clenching and pushing against me, finally squirting her juices all over the floor, screaming and moaning.

I carried her over to the bed and set her aside, letting her catch her breath while I returned to Kinsey, untying her. Kinsey practically fell into my arms, but I spanked her and put her on her knees, forcing her to crawl by pulling her hair.

"Stephanie, on your knees," I demanded.

Stephanie sprang forward.

"Yes sir," She said, hopping down off the bed and by Kinsey's side.

I leaned against the bed, my cock waving in their faces.

"Now suck my cock, both of you." I demanded, and Stephanie lunged forward, shoving my cock down her throat, while Kinsey hesitated.

"You too," I said, grabbing her and forcing her down to my balls. She sucked and licked them, gasping and panting.

They traded off, licking and sucking my shaft, kissing each other and slurping at my cock.

I bent down and grabbed Stephanie, kissing her softly.

"Make her gag on my cock," I demanded, then let her go.

Stephanie grabbed Kinsey's hair and slapped her.

"Open your mouth, slut." She demanded, and Kinsey's jaw dropped.

Stephanie wrapped her free hand around Kinsey's throat, forcing her face down almost to my crotch. Even with her braces, her mouth opened wide enough to allow my cock almost entirely in, even though she gagged and sputtered and drooled.

"All the way," I demanded, and Stephanie forced Kinsey all the way down.

Kinsey squirmed and struggled, gagging and choking on my cock. Finally, Stephanie let go, and Kinsey collapsed, choking and sputtering, retching and coughing up a large amount of spit.

"Good girl," I said, raising Stephanie and bending her over the bed.

I spread Stephanie's legs and spit on my cock, shoving it up her ass and pounding her from behind.

"Oh, god, yes!" Stephanie moaned as I rode her, pulling her hair and spanking her ass.

"Kinsey, get over here and lick Stephanie's clit!" I demanded, riding Stephanie.

Crouching underneath us, Stephanie turned around and began licking and sucking Stephanie's pussy as Stephanie squealed and buckled.

"Good girl, finger her pussy too," I demanded, and Kinsey obliged, sucking and kissing, licking and penetrating Stephanie.

"Oh god! Oh god! Colin, please, please let me cum!" She begged, and I pounded her even harder.

"Cum for me, baby," I said, fucking her and spanking her.

She buckled, spasming and shaking and squirting all over Kinsey, covering her face and tits, juices dribbling down, again and again.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Stephanie screamed. Kinsey started sputtering and coughing, but I kept riding Stephanie.

"Keep playing with her pussy!" I demanded, and Kinsey got back up to Stephanie. She licked and sucked, stuffing her fingers inside while Stephanie moaned, panting and shaking.

"Oh god! Colin, please, again! Please let me cum again!"

"Keep cumming, baby, don't stop." I demanded, fucking her ass while she coated Kinsey in her juices again, Kinsey ready this time, slurping up Stephanie's juices, rubbing her clit while Stephanie came.

I fell back on the bed, sitting there, watching Stephanie moan and rub her face into the sheets, clutching Kinsey's head underneath her and forcing her to keep licking.

"Don't stop," She demanded, and Kinsey kept licking.

"Cum for me, baby," I demanded, spanking Stephanie, and she quickly complied, squirting a little bit more and finally falling down on the bed.

I stood up and picked Kinsey up, her tiny little pussy rubbing against my crotch as I lifted her on top of me on the bed.

Stephanie moaned and purred with pleasure while I spit on my hand, lubing my cock and looking up at Kinsey.

"Are you ready?" I asked, and she shook with fright.

"I don't know, Mr. Jackson, it's just too big!" She squealed, but I put my cock to her pussy and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer slowly.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She huffed as I slowly penetrated her. Finally I was all the way inside, Kinsey's eyes rolling back in her head as she gyrated her hips on my cock.

"Oh my god! Stephanie! Oh god, it's such a good cock!" Kinsey moaned, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around me.

"Please, please, let me cum, sir!" She moaned and I turned to Stephanie, who was wiggling up by my side, kissing me and purring.

"Stephanie? Can she cum?" I asked, and Stephanie shook her head.

"Mmm, no, not yet," She said, smiling nefariously.

Stephanie kissed me sweetly, nibbling on my neck and playing with herself.

"Oh! Stephanie, please, please let me cum!" Kinsey begged, riding me faster and faster.

"Please! I can't take it!" Kinsey squirmed, finally contorting and squeezing her pussy on my cock, crying and shaking her head.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She moaned, sobbing.

"Naughty little slut!" Stephanie snapped, slapping Kinsey's tits. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she moaned. squealing and wincing under Stephanie's assault.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," Stephanie threatened, grabbing Kinsey and pulling her off of me.

"This dumb little slut needs to be taught a lesson," Stephanie told me, lifting the pillory slab.

She pushed Kinsey onto her back, and I went around and adjusted the height of the bottom slab to be level with the mattress. Stephanie forced Kinsey's head into the hole, then both of her arms into place.

I lowered the top slab, securing her into place, and Stephanie worked quickly, tying knots around Kinsey's knees and tethering the rope to the banisters by her head, her legs pulled high, nearly behind her head.

"Please, Stephanie, Mr. Jackson, I'm sorry," Kinsey sobbed, crying and moaning.

"Shut up, slut," I slapped her ass, then I stood up, grabbing Stephanie and kissing her.

"I want you to throatfuck her, hard," Stephanie told me, and I smiled.

I nodded, standing up and walking over to Kinsey's face, slapping her until her skin was red.

"Open wide," I demanded, and I shoved my dick down her throat.

Meanwhile, Kinsey sauntered off and returned with a whip and a two pronged, vibrating dildo.

"You want to cum without permission?" She asked Kinsey, whipping her small tits, "You're going to cum so many times it hurts, now."

Stephanie slipped down, pulling out Kinsey's little pink plug out of her ass and shoving both ends of the dildo inside of her, the smaller, curved end up her ass.

I pulled my dick out of Kinsey and she squealed.

"What's going on? What is that?" She gasped, then Stephanie turned it on, and Kinsey's eyes rolled back into her head.

"Oh god! Oh god! Can I- May I-"

"You have to cum, you're not allowed to stop," Stephanie informed her, whipping her stomach.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Kinsey squirmed, orgasming.

"Please, sir, shove that cock down her throat," Stephanie begged, whipping Kinsey, over and over again.

"I'd love to," I laughed, forcing my dick inside her mouth. She gagged and sputtered, spit dribbling down her face, coating her with drool.

Stephanie whipped Kinsey until every last inch of exposed flesh was red, welting and bruising, and I throatfucked her while she spit and gagged, drool sputtering out of her mouth and down her face.

And she came, so many times. Over and over again, squirming and squealing and moaning, gagging and sobbing, orgasming so many times I lost count.

Finally, I pulled out my cock.

"I want to fuck her some more," I told Stephanie, and she nodded, turning off the toy and pulling it out.

Stephanie gagged and coughed, catching her breath as I climbed on top of her, shoving my cock inside her tight little pussy and fucking her slowly. Stephanie kissed me, then climbed down and grabbed Kinsey's head, forcing her to lick her wet pussy.

"Baby, I'm so close," I said, pounding Kinsey's pussy.

"Me too, Colin," Stephanie gasped, reaching over the pillory slab and kissing me softly. "Come inside her dirty little pussy," She whispered, gasping for breath.

Kinsey started shaking and squirming, and I knew she was close to cumming as well. I pounded her roughly, forcefully shoving my dick deep inside her as she gasped and panted, sucking on Stephanie's clit.

"Oh god, oh god, Colin!" Stephanie shrieked, squirming as she squirted one last final bit all over Kinsey's face. I climaxed too, squirting my load into Kinsley's tight little pussy while she squirmed and moaned, all of us, simultaneously cumming at once.

***********************************

I lied in between the two of them, each girl nuzzling into my chest as we rested on the bed. 

"Well that was fun," I laughed, and they both giggled, looking up at me.

Stephanie kissed me, and Kinsey lifted her head.

"Oh my god, yes," She laughed, "Stephanie, thank you so much for letting me join you two!" She squealed.

"You're welcome," Stephanie smiled.

"Yeah, anytime," I laughed.

"Well," Stephanie piped up. "Not anytime, actually. I set down some ground rules with Kinsey, and she's only to join us if I say so."

Kinsey looked at me and nodded.

"She's MY sub, not yours." Stephanie smiled, and I shrugged.

"I guess I'm ok with that," I said, kissing Stephanie sweetly.

"What other ground rules were there?" I asked after a moment, and Kinsey sat up slowly, wincing, and spreading her legs.

"Just one," Kinsey whispered, and Stephanie leaned forward, laying her head next to Kinsey's pussy, gently inserting two fingers inside of her friend.

I watched Stephanie play with Kinsey until she reached climax, one last time, my load dribbling out of her pussy as she squirmed and gasped.




Stephanie's Grip Ch. 02



Stephanie caught it all in her hand, licking up all the cum from her palm, slurping it up and swallowing it, licking her lips.

"Your cum, sir, it belongs to me." She said, nefariously grinning at me.



Stephanie's Grip



"Mmm, yes sir," she moaned.

"Good girl, now suck me off," I demanded, leaning back on the wall as she deepthroated me.

She gave one rough, sloppy blowjob, gagging and drooling, choking and spitting on herself and the floor. I detected the unpleasant scent of bile once or twice, but she didn't hesitate once, just spit whatever came up on the floor and kept going.

It was amazing, watching her degrade herself like that. I barely lasted five minutes before grabbing her skull, throatfucking her roughly, then pulling back and cumming all over her face.

I stepped back, buttoning myself up, watching her gather the cum off her face with her finger.

She tried to flick it away, but I grabbed her arm.

"Bad girl," I said, slapping her tits again. "You swallow everything, lick it up, I want to watch."

I relaxed as I watched her slurp up all the cum, until there were no more large globs, only a thin, sticky sheen on her face. I grabbed some paper towels out of a large 12 pack and tossed her a roll.

"Clean yourself up," I said, then pointed at the puddle of drool and spit in front of her. "And clean up this mess."

She complied slowly wiping her body, then the floor, staring up at me every now and again.

I buttoned up my shirt and tucked it in, straightening myself up, composing myself.

"Don't ever let me catch you in my classroom without that plug in your ass, understand?" I asked, stepping forward and rubbing her face, petting her sticky hair.

"Yes sir," She whispered.

"Good girl," I said, stepping towards the door.

"Mr. Jackson-" She called, as I opened the door and started to step out.

"Yes, Stephanie?" I asked, sure she would ask me to delete the videos.

"Thank you." She whispered. I smiled down at her as she resumed cleaning up the mess.

She looked up at me, smiled, then turned back to her work.

I took a deep breath, then left.

3

Stephanie bobbed her head up and down, staring up at me from under the desk, and I knew I couldn't take much longer. I let out a deep breath and she instinctively reared her head back, clutching my cock with both hands and holding her mouth open as I came all over her face, shooting at her eyes, mouth, forehead and hair.

She closed her mouth and continued sucking, doing her best to suck me dry, then she sat back. I watched her lean back, spread her legs, and start licking the cum off her lips and face, but she didn't stop there.

With one hand she started pleasuring herself, and with the other she started wiping off my cum and smearing it all over her body: her neck, her tits, even her thighs and pussy.

I glanced up to make sure nobody was paying attention, but at this point during the class, it was a moot point: nobody was even watching the movie, they were all talking or texting, flirting or arguing, paying me no attention, as they were wont to do.

I left Stephanie on her hands and knees, cleaning up my supply closet, naked, on a Friday afternoon. That night I went out with a couple old friends and got blitzed off my ass. Somebody mentioned that my ex was talking about moving back to town, but I didn't let it bother me. An old hook up pulled me into the women's restroom at my favorite bar and tried to go down on me, but I was still worn out from earlier that day.

I ended up crashing on a friends couch, then woke up to day drinking and a barbeque, taking the party home with me until the late hours of Saturday night, when everyone left and I passed out alone.

I woke up slightly hungover somewhere around 11 o'clock. I laid in bed for some time, texting some friends, watching the videos of Stephanie, until I worked up the strength to go downstairs for some coffee.

I live in a town home, a two bedroom, nothing too fancy, but I don't have any roommates, nobody to clean up after. Still, the place was a mess from the night before: beer cans and joint butts everywhere, stale, spilt beer, broken glass. I groaned to myself as I made my way through the chaos, nearly jumping out of my skin as I rounded the corner of my kitchen.

There, in the middle of the mess, stood Stephanie, her hair done up, dolled up like I'd never seen before, in nothing but a french maid's apron and hat (fuck if I know what they're called). She was standing straight up in high heels, holding a tray with coffee and muffins on it, smiling at me pleasantly.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me." I said, clutching my heart, feeling my anger rising.

"I'm sorry, sir," She apologized, pouting her lips. "I wanted to bring you breakfast."

I walked past her and sat down on my kitchen table, waving her over.

She slowly strutted over, setting the tray down before me, making sure to bend over and show me her bare ass, the purple plug inside, her freshly shaven pussy.

"Cream or sugar?" She asked.

"Cream, plenty of it," I moaned, rubbing my forehead.

"Did you party pretty hard last night, Mr. Jackson?" She giggled sweetly as I grabbed the coffee and sipped slowly.

"Yeah, yeah, I-" I started, then looked at her, standing before me, arms behind her back. "How the fuck did you get inside my house?"

She looked away, her smile fading instantly.

"Well, I knocked and knocked, but you didn't answer. And the door was unlocked, so I let myself in."

"Uh huh." I nodded, scrutinizing her. "How did you know where I live?"

She giggled, her face turning red.

"Well," She said, turning away. "I've always known where you live, ever since I helped some seniors TP your yard my sophomore year. Homecoming week."

The painful reminder of somebody, yearly, choosing my yard as the sight of revelry and teenage rebellion flashed before my eyes. I'd never been able to catch any of the little shit heads in the act, never really sure of what I'd do if I did. It was an annual ritual: me shrugging away my animosity as I gathered the toilet paper out from my trees, burying my resentment in some scotch, and waiting for the rain to wash away what I couldn't reach.

"How do you know nobody saw you?" I asked.

She stared down at me, a wry smile on her face.

"I thought you didn't care if people found out about us."

The way she said 'us' sent shivers down my spine. So confident, so concrete. She was calling my bluff and making a statement all at once. I quickly realized perhaps I'd underestimated her.

"I don't." I said dryly, sipping my coffee. "But I'd rather not have the neighbors seeing a half naked teenager sneaking into my apartment on a Sunday morning. It's too flashy for my liking."

Stephanie looked towards the corner of the room, where a small black duffle bag sat, unfamiliar to me.

"I wore sweatpants and a hoodie. I'm sure nobody noticed me."

I sat forward and grabbed a muffin, ripping off the top and tossing the bottom aside, nibbling and sipping my coffee.

"And you thought this was a good idea? That I'd be happy to see you?"

The searing smile on her face vanished instantly. I saw her lips contort, her eyes flash with shock and sadness.

"Well, I-"

"Did I tell you to come here? To interrupt the privacy of my home?"

"Well, no, I just-" he voice trailed off, and I watched her fidget.

"Clearly, you're going to need to be punished for this, arent' you?" I asked, smiling softly.

She instantly perked up, smiling at me happily.

"Yes sir," She muttered, bowing her head.

"Good girl." I said, handing her the cup. "Get me some more coffee." I demanded, watching her ass jiggle as she walked to the counter and poured me another cup.

She walked back and set it down, mixing some more cream as I finished the muffin.

"Here you are, sir," She whispered, pushing the cup towards me.

"Good girl," I said, picking it up and raising it to my lips. "Now get on your knees."

She instantly acquiesced. She was a little clumsy in her high heels, dropping down slowly and using my knees to steady herself.

I untied the belt on my robe and pulled out my cock, throbbing and hard since the moment I first saw her, and shook it at her.

Her mouth was already open, and I let her suck me off for some time while I drank my coffee, savoring the light of the morning sun flowing in through my windows, the warm coffee on my lips.

She sucked and sucked, and after what felt like an eternity of bliss, I felt myself cumming.

"That's it, almost there," I said, and she shoved my dick all the way down her throat, gagging and choking as my load exploded down her throat.

When she had finished, she slowly pulled my cock out, licking what cum remained off slowly, sucking the head as I jerked and shook.

"Did you like that, sir?" She asked sweetly.

I looked down at her, petting her hair.

"Yes, baby, I did." I said, then grabbed her throat. "But you've still been a naughty little girl, that doesn't change anything."

"Yes sir," She whispered.

I looked around the room, surveying the empty cans and trash.

"Clean up this mess." I demanded, reaching for my pack of cigarettes. I walked towards the french doors and opened them, lighting my cigarette and watching as Stephanie sauntered to and fro, picking up beer cans, wiping down the counters, sweeping the floor.

"Not just the kitchen, the whole place, understand?" I called out at her.

"Yes sir," She nodded, continuing her work.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I called back. "Coming over to my place wearing a french maid's outfit, it does seem fitting."

She turned to me and smiled, a clever little grin, looking up at me from her work.

"I came here to please you, Mr. Jackson, however you'd like."

She continued cleaning as I finished my cigarette. I made my way upstairs, to my bedroom, and got in the shower. I took my time, rinsing off in the hot water, enjoying the feeling of finally being clean again, before getting out and drying off. I put on jeans and a T-shirt and left, walking back down the stairs to find Stephanie sitting on her knees in the middle of my living room.

Everything was spotless: swept and wiped down, not a single beer can in sight.

"Is this good, sir?' she asked, staring up at me.

"Yes, baby, that's very good."

"Are you pleased with me?"

I walked down to her, patting her face with my hand.

"No." I answered, not willing to let her get the upper hand on me.

"No?" She asked, turning her face downwards, towards the floor.

"No, my bathroom is still a mess. There's cleaning supplies under the sink."

She hopped up, smiling, bouncing up the stairs, her little bubble but jiggling as she disappeared from view.

I walked back into the kitchen and finished off another muffin, drank the rest of the pot of coffee. I went outside and sat on my porch, smoking a cigarette and enjoying myself. I was planning on spending the entire day cleaning my place and feeling sorry for myself, but now all I had to do was relax. It was a bit unnerving how brazen Stephanie was, I couldn't get that thought out of my head, but as long as I kept her in line, I knew I could handle whatever she might throw at me.

I finished my cigarette and walked inside. I rummaged through Stephanies duffle bag. I tossed aside her sweatpants and hoodie, then found all the toys she'd bought earlier: bundles of rope, a blindfold, a ball gag, dildos, more plugs, the space age vibrator I'd seen earlier, nipple clamps, just about the entire kink section of a sex shop. I smiled and put it all back, carrying it upstairs.

I tossed the bag in the corner of my bedroom and walked into the bathroom, finding Stephanie on her hands and knees, cleaning off my toilet, her naked ass in the air. I couldn't help but feel hard again. I pulled out my cock and started jerking myself off, and she turned to me, a desperate look on her face, staring at my large hard cock.

I walked up to her and pulled her hips out, bending down behind her and grabbing her hair. I pulled a condom out of my pocket and started unwrapping it.

"Oh, please, not here!" She begged, holding onto the toilet and looking back at me, pitifully. I couldn't stand it, I didn't want to wait a second longer.

"What do you mean, not here?" I barked, pushing my dick up against her wet little pussy.

"Please, I'm not- it's just, this is my-" her voice trailed off and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"You're still a virgin?" I gasped, and she looked down at the ground, shamefully.

"I'm sorry, I know it's bad. If you don't want to be my first, I can-"

"Oh, no, shush, baby" I said, picking her up by her hair, then it dawned on me. 

"You don't want to be fucked in a bathroom for your first time, do you?" I asked, laughing.

"No, please, sir, can we go into your bedroom."

I smiled and nodded. I walked her into my room, turned her around and untied her apron. I tossed aside the little tiara and pushed her on the bed.

"How the fuck did you make it this long without having sex?" I asked, pulling some rope out of her bag.

"I- well, I've had boyfriends, but they prefer blowjobs, and I didn't want to, fuck, I don't know."

I laughed, binding her left arm tight. I pushed her over on her stomach and bound her arm to the banister of my bed.

"That's the problem with fooling around with boys," I said, spanking her ass.

"Mmm," she moaned. "But you're going to take care of me, won't you, sir?" She whined, sticking her ass up.

"Yes, I am, but not yet." I told her, taking her right arm and binding it to my other banister. When I was through, she was laying on my bed, every limb tied to my bed posts, her legs spread, her arms bound tight.

"Can you move?" I asked, my hand running up her thigh.

"Mmm, no sir." She answered,

"Good." I said, reaching into her bag and finding the blindfold and ball gag.

I gagged her and put the ball gag in, looking her up and down.

Her short little body was tan and proportionately a god send. Her thick little legs meeting a cute bubble butt, her back soft, narrow hips. My cock throbbed and the blood rushed to my head but I knew I'd need to take my time.

I reached into her bag and pulled out the whip. I ran the leather strips along her back, slowly and gently.

"Do you know what that is?" I asked, and she nodded her head.

"Mhm," She squealed.

"Are you ready for your real punishment?" I asked.

"Mhm," she almost begged.

I reached back and whipped her, not too hard, but her back arched and she started squealing.

"Too rough?" I asked, and she shook her head, no.

I whipped her again, and again, and again. Her back, her ass, her legs. She was screaming and squealing, and every now and then I stopped and asked if it was too much, and every time she shook her head, no.

It went on like that until her entire back, neck to toe, was covered in red whip marks, welted and raw.

I tossed the whip aside and ran my hand up her legs. She shivered at my touch, panting and squealing quietly.

I penetrated her little pussy with two fingers, it was sopping wet and she started to buckle and squirm immediately.

"Mmm, mmm," She tried to speak. Her words were muffled, but even still, I could tell she was asking for permission to cum.

"Yes baby, you can cum." I told her, and her ass shot up and she immediately started squirting all over my sheets.

I was blown away, flabbergasted almost, watching her contort and squirt, squealing and squirming.

"'M sowwy," I could hear her crying through the gag. "'m sowwy, 'm sowwy" she said, spasming and shaking. I set down a towel and smiled, shaking my head.

I pulled out her ball gag and slapped her mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me you're a squirter?" I asked, trying my best to contain my mirth.

"I didn't, I don't, what? I'm so sorry, sir," she started crying. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I shook my head and spanked her ass, hard.

"It's ok baby, I like it that you squirt, I just would have appreciated some warning." I laughed.

"I've never done that before!" She exclaimed through sobs. "It's ok?"

"Yes, baby," I said, spanking her ass.

I grabbed the vibrator and put it up against her pussy.

"Have you used this yet?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, yesterday, for the first time." She promised, and I clicked it on.

It was exhilarating watching her jaw drop, lick her lips and gasp, pant, and moan. Within a minute she was shaking.

"Can I- please, sir, may I- can I-"

"You can cum, baby," I said, and as soon as I said that she started buckling and squirting, this time on my towel instead of my sheets.

I spanked her ass while she came, and she screamed, gasping for breath.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you, I'm, can I-"

"You want to cum again?" I asked, and she nodded and squealed.

"Yes, sir, please, may I?"

"Yes, baby, you can," I said, wrapping my hand around her throat and squeezing as she climaxed. I held her tight as she struggled and squirmed, gasping for breath, and when I finally let go, she went limp.

A shiver of fear went down my spine, but I spanked her ass hard and she came to, gasping and shooting up, squirting again.

"Oh! Oh! I'm gonna, it's-"

"Just keep cumming baby, however much you'd like." I said, and she came, over and over, an almost countless amount of times, until her body was spent, and she was lying still, sweating and panting.

"Oh, Mr. Jackson, please, please fuck me." She begged as I turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside.

"You want this cock inside you baby?" I asked, grabbing her ass.

"Please, sir, I want your cock in me, I want your cock in me so bad." She moaned, and I started undressing.

I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a condom from the drawer but she shook her head.

"You don't have to, I'm on birth control, fuck me raw, please."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Birth control?" I asked.

"Since I was fifteen," She moaned, in between breaths. "Irregular periods. Please, sir, please fuck me raw."

I considered the offer, and I couldn't refuse. I tossed my clothes aside and got behind her.

I could hear her breath quickening, short and rapid. I pushed my cock against her pussy and she gasped with exhilaration. I pulled back and spit in my hand, lubing up my cock, then I pushed it inside of her.

I could feel her hymen breaking as I filled her tight little pussy with my cock. She squealed and panted with delight, biting the pillow and moaning, excitedly.

I gently pressed against the plug in her ass with one hand, jiggling it and groping her flesh, and with the other I pulled her hair back.

"You like that cock inside of you?" I asked.

"Oh, god, yes," she moaned, and I spanked her ass.

"Again, please," she begged, and I spanked her again.

"Again, harder," she repeated, and I spanked her again, and again and again and again.

"Oh, ffff, yes! Can I cum sir, please?" She begged, and I nodded.

"Mhm."

She instantly started cumming, and I could feel her pussy squeezing and pushing against me. She started squirting and her muscles flexed so hard my cock popped right out, but I shoved it back in and kept fucking her.

She came, over and over again, and every time I choked her until she passed out, then spanked her awake, until she was laying on my bed, unable to squirt any more, shivering and shaking.

I got up and slowly untied her, arms first, then legs. I turned her over and she wrapped every limb around me, gyrating and pushing her body against mine.

"Oh, baby, I love your cock in me," She groaned, and I penetrated her, fucking her softly and slowly.

"Oh, please, please," she moaned, losing breath and cumming again without asking permission.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," She cried, but I shook my head and smiled.

"It's ok baby, keep cumming, just keep cumming."

She kissed my neck and nibbled on my hear, groaning and cumming until finally, she let go of me, collapsing.

"Have you had enough, baby," I asked, and she nodded.

"Are you ready to suck me dry again?" I asked, and she shook her head.




Stephanie's Grip



"Please cum inside me, sir, please fill me with cum," She begged. I was hesitant, but she pulled me closer.

"Please, sir, fill me with your cum, mark me as yours, I want to feel you inside me." She begged, and I couldn't help it.

I pounded her little pussy as she came once more, joining her in climax, and filling her with my load.

As soon as I was done I lied down beside her, the sheets and towel soaking wet with her juices and our sweat. She rolled over and nuzzled against me.

"Mmm," She moaned, kissing my chest. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, baby." I replied, petting her hair.

We lied together like that for some time, kissing and petting eachother. She told me about her home life, fed me gossip on all the kids in my classes, which ones were gay, which ones were prudes, sluts, studs, who smoked, who couldn't handle their booze. I laughed, getting to find out another side to my students that I'd never seen before.

Finally, she perked up.

"Do you have any food? I could cook you dinner." She asked, and I nodded.

"I'm sure you'll find something," I laughed, getting up and walking into my bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower. The washing machine and dryer are downstairs," I said, pointing to the bed. "Clean up this mess, and don't take too long with dinner, either, I'm hungry."

She smiled at me, her voluptuous curves standing out against the sheets.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Yes sir."

4

I stared down at Stephanie, underneath my desk, and watched as she spit out a giant glob of my cum and spit into her hand. She raised her eyebrow at me, then brought it down to her pussy. I watched her dextrously finger herself, putting my semen inside of her. She played with herself, until her face turned red.

"Can I?" She mouthed silently, and I ever so slightly nodded, yes.

She came, quietly and quickly, her eyelids fluttering and her skin turning red, until she collapsed back down, leaning back, her legs spread, my cum dripping down her body.

"I love you," She mouthed, and I smiled.

By this time, we had been playing our little game for a couple of months. She managed to stay after class a couple times a week, sometimes she'd surprise me by hiding, naked, underneath my desk during her study hall period, sucking me off and playing with herself. And every Sunday, I'd leave my front door open, and come downstairs to find her waiting, naked, in my kitchen, with a cup of hot coffee ready and whatever breakfast she felt like making for me.

Summer was approaching. We'd only have another month until she graduated. She told me she'd decided to go to the private school in our small town, and I knew why. I'll admit, it made me happy knowing she'd be staying, but concerned me nevertheless. What more would she ask of me? What more did she have in store?