ert for the purposes of this story - has been told that he is a very lucky man by many people we know and some we don't. He is six foot two inches tall weighing in at 178 with a set of beautiful blue eyes and abs that go for days. He's also very well hung for a white guy at 11 inches long when he's hard. He's uncircumcised as he was born in Germany. I am one lucky woman. Or was anyway. His best friend - let's call him Anthony - was  just a few inches taller than Robert with an incredibly sexy smile, brown hair and deep brown expressive eyes that always seemed to see right through whatever clothing I was wearing at the time. He was very slender after having been diagnosed with a rare stomach disorder but muscular and had wide generous palms. He was also much younger than me.. Eleven years, if you can believe it! And so sexy. He had charisma and was truly one of those men who could talk a nun out of her panties in the middle of service on Easter Sunday. I’ve seen it happen. Cracked me up. He still has those rough cotton panties in the trunk of his car too. He also had very sensitive ears and I had known him longer than I knew Robert.

So, now that you have the details of how we all look, I guess I’d better stop teasing and get to my story. Well, Anthony came home from being overseas in Iraq and had been dismissed from the army. He looked damned good getting off that plane. Especially since I had been certain six years ago that I’d never see him again. Robert and I immediately ran forward to sweep him into our arms and I started to cry with relief over the fact that he was still alive. He hugged me back very tightly and I felt his hand slide to my ass and squeeze just a bit as he always had. Only this time, he also whispered in my ear that he couldn’t wait to get me alone. He’d never even suggested anything like that and I took it as his way of getting me to quit crying on his uniform and laughed it off. We took him home to our place and set him up in the spare room, letting him have some privacy and a few days to catch up on sleep. We were just glad he was home.

After about two days, we decided that we needed to all get out of the house for a bit and went down to the local bowling alley. Anthony and Robert racked them up and started ordering drinks from the little bar in the back. The drinks kept getting stronger and they kept downing them quicker and quicker. Of course, I was no angel and had a few vodka and cranberry juice, my favorite. In between frames, these two handsome men took turns flirting with me and looking over my shoulder at the score panel to make sure I was getting the information right. And also to look down my flimsy tank top at my deep cleavage. Any way, by the time we left, I had to drive home as both the guys were seriously intoxicated - or so I thought at the time. We got back to the apartment and I took a short shower to get the smell of stale smoke out of my hair before bed.

When I went back downstairs, I found that Robert had passed out on the bed in his clothing and Anthony was curled into a ball on the floor near the bed, forcing me to step over him to get to my dresser  for underwear and a nightshirt. I slipped the up my legs just as I heard Anthony groan behind me.  I glanced back at him to see he was on his knees with his head on the floor and, listening closer, I could hear him apologizing to someone and begging them to stop. I began to shake wondering exactly what HAD happened to him over there. I curled up on the floor next to him and rubbed his back gently, talking to him and reminding him that he was home now and that everything would be ok. Soon he quieted down and crawled to me, resting his head in my lap with his nose pressed to my scantily covered crotch.

I thought he had drifted back to sleep and jumped when the fingers of one of his hands found their way to my undies and started lightly brushing against them, teasing and stroking my pussy lips through the thin black lace. I reached down and grasped his hand , pulling it away although I had already begun to become wet. I told him to stop and he seemed content to rest there with me holding his hand for a while. After a bit, he began pushing his head deeper and deeper into me, urging me to lay back under the onslaught. I refused and took his head in my hands, forcing him to look at me. To my surprise, his eyes were wide open and lucid. Not only had he known what he was doing, he was enjoying it as much as I had been! I smiled at him and looked back at my sleeping husband on the bed, feeling guilty for enjoying what little contact we had had already.

I pulled completely away from Anthony and stood up. He rolled onto his back and stared up at me, asking in a soft voice, “ Could you help me upstairs to get a shower? I’m freezing.” I had no problem doing things like this for him since he had always been anemic and I was starting to wonder if I had misread his expression a few minutes before. I pulled him up to his feet and felt his skin against mine, clammy to the touch and  hot as hell. I figured it may be me that was a little off because of the shower I had just taken but the heat he was putting out was incredible. We staggered up the stairs together and I sat him on the toilet seat while I started running him a hot shower. Soon, the room was steamy and hot . He stepped in, having taken his clothing off while my back was turned and I glanced up seeing something at my eye level that made me gasp. Anthony was hard as a rock and hung like a horse! I had never seen a cock so big before and my pussy tightened , wondering what it would feel like to have his entire thick length inside me. I forced my gaze upwards to his face where he stood, eyes closed in bliss as the hot water cascaded over his body.

I turned away and started to leave the room when I heard him ask me to stay and talk to him until he was ready to get out. I pulled the curtain closed so he wouldn’t see me blushing furiously and seated myself on the edge of the toilet seat. We chatted about all the places he had been and all the things he had seen. Suddenly, he grew quiet and I asked him if he was ok. “Yeah,” he responded after a minute or two. “I just almost didn’t make it home. I couldn’t give up because I knew you were here waiting for me to come back in one piece.” I heard trembling in his voice. He shut off the water and I handed him a towel, leaving for a moment to gather a robe from his room for him to wrap in. When I came back, he was seated on the toilet again, eyes closed and his erection poking through the edge of the towel. I thought that maybe he had fallen asleep there and watched him for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and forcing myself to think about my husband, passed out in our room and waiting for me.

He reached up and grasped my hand, pulling me toward his lap. I turned and seated myself on the edge of the tub instead and continued to  hold his hand in mine while his eyes bored into mine, begging me to fuck him. “ I can’t. I want to but I promised Robert that I would never be with anyone else. He’s your best friend. Please try to understand,” I whispered in a quaking voice.  His eyes closed again and I watched him closely as he tried to gain control of himself. His cock shook a few times but only seemed to grow larger as time passed and we sat that way.

After about 20 minutes of sitting in silence, the pad of his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist, he opened his eyes again and asked me if I would just sit on his lap for a while and let him hold me. He said he hadn’t held anyone in so long that he had forgotten what it was like to touch another person. This one I could accept and I slid onto his lap, the towel between us. I laid my head back on his shoulder and we sat there for some time, his body trembling beneath me. Eventually, the trembling stopped and his arms relaxed around me, his head lifting a little from its position in the hollow of my neck. That’s when I felt it. The rocking. His hips had begun moving under mine, rocking slowly back and forth. Just a little. Barely enough to notice but slowly and gently increasing the range of motion and the pace. I asked what he thought he was doing and he whispered that he was just trying to ease some of the pressure off his thighs. I tried to stand and his arms tightened around me again. In a soft voice, he whispered, his breath hot in my ear, “Rock with me, Jenn… I promise you won’t regret it.” He had held me and rocked me like this before. Usually, I had been sobbing over something my previous husband had done to me. I never noticed how erotic it could be until that night. I allowed my body to relax against him and hesitated for a few moments, feeling the rhythm before I finally gave in and began rocking my own hips over his. Back and forth we rocked. Minutes flew by. My head fell back onto his shoulder again, hair cascading down his back and a sigh of pleasure escaping my parted lips.

His hands then began relentlessly exploring my body, creeping up my arms to my full breasts with their pert nipples. He pushed my tee-shirt out of the way and began to fondle them, bringing gasps of surprise from me. He had never done this before and I wanted more but was ashamed to ask. He was, after all, my husband’s best friend. One hand left my breast, finding it’s way down to the waistline of my panties and then further down, easing between my clenched thighs and stroking my clean, waxed mound with the tips of his fingers through the fabric. All the while, we continued rocking. His hand slid back up as my thighs parted on their own, against my internal protest and found it’s way inside my underwear, past my trembling pubic mound and finding my very erect clit with amazing precision. His fingers began to stroke my clit and now dripping pussy lips, easing first one finger and then two past the swollen bits of pink flesh inside my cunt. I grabbed his wrist and whimpered a soft no into the still night, intending to pull his hand away. He took the contact and the whimper as a sign of my willingness to let him continue and quickened the pace of his thrusts, pushing yet another finger deep inside me and fucking my clit with the heel of his palm. I could feel an orgasm building inside me and stood up, wriggling out of his grasp and not paying attention to where I was going.

He stood up behind me, letting the towel fall to the floor and ripping my flimsy panties off my body as though they were made of wet tissue paper. He slammed me against the door I had run into and pinned me with one hand and used his knees and feet to force my legs open. He then used his free hand to guide his hard cock inside my dripping wet pussy and began to slowly pump, his hips grinding against my flushed ass with every stroke. He buried himself deeper and deeper inside me until every inch was in and then, he slipped his hand over my mouth and began fucking me hard, ramming in and out of me as though he were possessed.

I’ll admit I came more than once and that he fucked me longer and harder than anyone ever anyone ever has  or will. I will also admit that I have not been able to bring myself to hate him for what  was essentially a rape. I will also admit that even though I said no several times, I wanted him so badly that saying it was more a protest of my own feelings than a protest of what was happening.  So now I have a question for you out there….


IS  IT  RAPE  IF  YOU  FALL  IN  LOVE?

I’ve left Robert and am now happily living with and fucking nightly Anthony. We are engaged to be married but in no rush to get it done. I fell in love that night. I don’t know if it was the way he took me or the fact that he made me lose all control of myself or the way he was able to bring out the passion in me that no one else ever has. Whatever the reason, I have no regrets.  

sans-serif" size="2">I squeezed my eyes shut and got ready to open them and face the morning sun's glare through the window, but as I did everything was hazy. I tried to raise my hands to my eyes to rub them, but found that I couldn't. My wrists were bound to what felt like my bed posts, and so were my ankles. For a second I thought, haha okay which one of my hilarious friends has done this, but that thought soon subsided and my heart started pounding nervously as I finally opened my eyes to realise that I wasn't even in my room.

I turned my head rapidly, glancing around the room to see if I could recognise it.

I couldn't.

By now the only word circling round my head was fuck, fuck, fuck.

Where was I?

What had happened last night?

An even worser thought hit me when I realised I was naked.

Who had done this? Had my drink been drugged? Had they raped me? What were they going to do with me?

I was so scared, I tried tugging at the ropes which bound my wrists and ankles to try to pry them loose, but to no avail. They were tied pretty tight, obviously someone didn't want me to get out. My breathing had become really rapid, my chest and throat were tightening up. I was having a panic attack. I needed to calm down and think this through so I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. As I did, I re-opened my eyes and looked around the room. It seemed really elegant. Crimson red walls with black floural patterns printed over the top, long golden drape curtains which hung to the floor, beige carpet, the bed I was tied to was a big four poster bed with drapes hanging round and the sheets felt pretty silky.

Whoever's house this was, they certainly weren't lacking money.

I once again tugged at the ropes, trying to somehow wriggle out of them. In the end I managed to at least pull the ropes enough so I could close my legs, as they had been prised open before. I jumped madly when I suddenly heard a bang outside of the door and it started to move. Someone was coming in. I hesitated, but closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Maybe they'd already done what they had to do with me and wake me up and let me go.

Although my optimistic thoughts soon swept away as whoever it was who came through the door walked swiftly over to the bed, pulled some sort of lever to prise my legs open again and began touching my clit. I wanted to scream out loud for the person to stop and fight and punch and kick, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to open my eyes to see the face of the person who was violating me. As they carried on slowly circling their finger round my clit, my body responded and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could feel that I'd started to get wet and it was slowly oozing out my hole. The person chuckled, it was a deep chuckle so obviously it was a man, he'd noticed how wet I was getting and he slowly slid a finger into my tight hole and he carried on circling my clit with his other finger.

But that was the last straw, I didn't want this stranger touching me down there any longer so I suddenly let out an earpiercing scream and opened my eyes, and as I did he looked down at me in shock. The man seemed round about my age (20) and he was also naked. He was quite tall and his hair was a shock of messy black. He had a light natural tan, perfectly toned muscles and a pretty huge cock. He was really hard and all the blood was pulsing down to his head, he looked like he really needed to cum but was somehow holding back.

"So," he began. His voice was deep, but soft and really seductive. "You've been awake all this time?"

I wanted to scream at him and tell him to let me go. But as I opened my mouth, my voice cracked, tears began to flow down my face and the only words I could choke out were,

"Please...s-stop...let me g-go...please!"

"Oh don't worry, in time I'll let you go. But first I intend to pleasure you for some time." he explained.

His soft voice seemed to hypnotise me and I almost just wanted to agree with him and let him continue, but I shook my head violently and cried even more.

"No p-please. I don't want you too, I don't n-need pleasure...I just w-want to go h-home!"

"Oh, believe me I think you do need some pleasure. I've been watching you for quite a while now. I know you live alone, you have no boyfriend, you visit you parents every few days and...judging by how tight you are, you haven't had sex in quite a while." he laughed at his own words while I choked on my tears.

He'd been watching me? He knew where I lived and what I did? I said nothing more as I tried to wriggle free once again and I pulled my legs together. He mearly laughed softly and brought his hand down to tease my clit once more.

"Oh please don't do this! Don't touch me, please!" I cried as I tried to force my legs together tightly.

"You do realise that this lever here will just pull your legs apart and I will have access to you. This is going to happen whatever you say or try to do, so you may aswell go along with it or I'll just force you to comply. Your body will respond greatly to me anyway and you won't be able to help but just enjoy the pleasure that will be surging through you." he muttered, almost as if he'd been through this before.

But he was right, as he slowly started pinching my clit through my closed legs I couldn't help but feel some excitement. My body was telling me to go along with it and my pussy was hot and gushing but my head was saying no. I'd try to get him to stop no matter what it took.

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[More chapters to come. If you'd like me to continue, please comment. I appreciate you all taking the time to read this.]

u poor thing, you must be starving. Go ahead and start on a salad until the food’s ready. No need to wait on us.”

“Yes Gina,” John chimed in, “Make yourself at home, we don’t stand on formality here.”

I filled my salad bowl and topped it with a vinaigrette dressing and croutons and ate ravenously, all the while contemplating the events of the last twenty four hours. I’ve been kidnapped and all indications are that I will be turned into a sex slave for this freak of nature with an obvious thyroid condition, yet with the exception of the slap across my head in the garage, he has been nothing but kind and gentlemanly. I had seen porn movies about sex slavery and B&D but I have not, so far, been given any reason to believe that John had any intentions of binding me with leather straps and violently ravaging me. Lord knows he had the opportunity to do so in the garage but instead, had gently brought me to orgasm. And Paula? Didn’t she willingly go to John’s bedroom with a smile on her face and anticipation in her eyes earlier? From the sounds coming down the hall, she sure didn’t sound like she was being taken against her will.

I was lost in thought and absent-mindedly reached for a second helping of salad when Paula spoke, breaking my chain of thought. “Dinner’s just about ready Gina,” she smiled. “You may want to save room for the main course.”

As she spoke, John approached the table with a platter of grilled T-bone steaks, shrimp on skewers, and baked potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil. Paula went into the kitchen and returned shortly with a bamboo steamer containing a mound of asparagus and a gravy boat with melted cheese. It was a meal fit for royalty and I couldn’t help but imagine that I was being fattened up for the kill. John forked a nice sized T-bone onto each plate along with a skewer of shrimp and a baked potato. Paula offered the bamboo platter and I helped myself to a generous portion of asparagus and topped it with the cheese sauce. I sliced open my potato through the foil and topped it with butter and a dollop of sour cream.

“I guess you don’t worry about your weight.” Paul said lightly, the perpetual smile plastered on her face. “I have to work out constantly to keep the pounds off.”

“Well,” I offered curtly with sarcasm dripping in my voice, “I’m scared as hell and have no idea what you people have in mind for me. When I’m scared, I eat.”

Paula started to reply but John made a motion with his hand for her to let it go. Paula deftly switched subjects, speaking instead to John about her rose garden. As they conversed, I ate my meal in silence.

Worry about my weight? Hell, I’ll get so fat that John will turn me loose in disgust, I lied to myself. Actually, I’ve never had problems with weight and could eat to my hearts content without ever worrying about gaining an ounce.

As I cut into my steak, it suddenly dawned on me that I had a very sharp knife in my hand. I glanced over at John who was busy cutting the bone out of his steak and seemingly paying me no mind. I measured my chances of driving my knife into his chest and freeing myself from my dilemma when, as if on cue, John said, “Here Buster” and launched his steak bone in the direction of a dog curled up on the deck just a few feet away. I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed it’s presence. The Doberman snatched the bone cleanly out of the air and immediately snapped it in two in his powerful jaws.

As he lay on the deck gnawing on the bone, Paula piped in, “Oh Gina, don’t bother trying to feed the dogs. They will only take food from John.” “Buster there," she motioned with her head, “is very protective of his master.”

I took what she said as a warning, or a veiled threat, whatever the case may be. The thought of driving my steak knife into John’s chest faded as quickly as it had surfaced. I was in no mood to become the main course for a pack of Dobie’s.

We finished our meal and John rose from the table and started to collect the plates. Paula made an attempt to help but John motioned to her that he would take care of it. “Why don’t you take Gina upstairs and get her settled in.” John said nonchalantly. Paula smiled at me and offered her hand. I took it and she led me into the house feeling like an eight-year-old being led to the playground by her best friend.

We passed through the kitchen and into the living room where I was suddenly made aware of the enormity of the place. The living room was twice the size that I could see from the kitchen with an almost equal sized dining area adjoining it. The whole place was exquisitely furnished and even had a feminine touch to it. As if reading my mind, Paula offered that she had a hand in the decorating. She led me through the dining area and into a large foyer at the front entrance. The floor was marble tiled and a gorgeous chandelier hung from the ceiling. I looked at the front door and pulled up short with thoughts of making an attempt to escape. Paula tugged my arm and said, “Don’t bother Gina. There’s as many Busters out there as there are out back. C’mon.”

She led me up a wide, plushly carpeted staircase to the second floor. At the top of the staircase was perched a beautiful baby grand piano. “I’m learning to play.” Paula said absently as she led me down the hallway. There were four doors standing open, all bedrooms. “What?” I asked sarcastically, “is he planning a harem?

“John didn’t plan any of this.” Paula snapped defensively. “I’m sorry.” She said genuinely. “Look Gina, I was kidnapped too and have experienced all the emotions you’re feeling now. “Fear, anger, confusion, the whole nine yards. John means you no harm. If anything, he’s going to make you see what life can be like when you give and receive without strings attached. How happy were you Gina? You were a bitch with very few friends and even fewer relationships. You used your looks and that beautiful body of yours to play men like puppets on a string.”

My jaw dropped open as I listened to her tell me the truth about myself. “How do you know about…” I started to ask. But Paula wasn’t through.

“Well Gina, now you’re the puppet. But if you’ll open your eyes, you’ll see that John isn’t pulling your strings. He’s offering you a life that every woman wishes for. Now let’s go pick out your room.”

Paula showed me all of the bedrooms including her own. All of them were huge and beautifully decorated with large bathrooms, over-sized tubs and Jacuzzis. Each had sliding glass doors that opened onto balconies where one could sunbathe or simply sit and enjoy the view, which was breathtaking from every vantage point. Paula commented that she had decorated the bedrooms but offered that John would redecorate to my specifications if I desired.

I chose the room with a southern exposure and told her it was decorated just fine for now. I sat down on the bed and motioned for her to sit down next to me. As she sat down I asked her. “What’s this all about? Tell me about John and tell me how you know so much about me. He mentioned a woman and prison.”

“In a nutshell,” Paula began, “John is rich beyond our wildest imagination. How he made his money, I don’t know. Ten years ago John fell in love and married a beautiful woman named Meagan. The marriage went well for a short time until he discovered that she was cheating on him and John filed for divorce. She had signed a prenuptial agreement and since there were no children, she could have walked away with a one-time payment of a million dollars, but she got greedy. One night she burned the house down around him as he slept. He woke up surrounded by flames and as he tried to make his way out of the house a burning timber fell on him burning his face, side, and pubic region. He was able to get out from under the beam and eventually out of the house where he collapsed on the front lawn. He spent several painful months in the hospital recovering from his burns and many more months going through reconstructive surgery. The doctors did all they could for him and you’ve seen the result. An investigation determined arson as the cause of the fire and his wife was eventually prosecuted for a number of felonies including arson and attempted murder. John actually felt sorry for her because she rejected his love and chose to use her looks and body for the wrong reason. He only showed up for the trial so the jury could see the extent of the damage she did to him. The jury found her guilty and sentenced her to forty years with a chance of parole after 30. John became a recluse and built this little fortress to live out his life alone and raise Dobermans. It wasn’t very long before John got tired of his self-imposed exile and decided to try dating again, but no woman would give him a second look. So he concocted this plan. But John didn’t grab just any woman off the street. No, John wanted a woman who, like his wife, was misguided in her quest for love and a meaningful relationship, so he chose me.

“You!” I interjected. “You’ve got to be the most compliable and submissive woman I’ve ever seen and your almost nauseatingly chipper and cheerful.

Paula laughed lightly. “You should have seen me before John snatched me up. You think you’re a bitch on wheels? Hah! I would have made you look like Red-Riding-Hood."

“How do you know about me?” I asked.

Paula looked at her watch and told me that would be for another time. “We’ll have a lot of time to talk. Right now I need to get you ready for John. He may or may not come for you tonight.” She left the room and returned shortly with scissors, electric hair clippers, and a can of shaving cream. A towel draped over one arm. “Take off your robe and lay back on the bed.” She said cheerily.

“What for?” I asked, knowing damn well what was coming next.

“John likes it shaved,” she replied acting surprised at the question while casually flashing her own shaved pussy in my face.

“I’ll do it myself,” I replied curtly. “In private if you please.”

Paula laughed. “Girl, the first time is quite an undertaking to get rid of all the hair. It’s better to let somebody else do it. After that you can just run a razor over it every couple of days, and if you have any inhibitions you may as well shed them right now. That silk robe your wearing is about the extent of your wardrobe and it leaves very little to the imagination. Especially the way your built."

I rose from the bed and removed my robe. I could see Paula admiring my body and asked sarcastically, “Are you sure this is for John and not you?”

Paula laughed. “Gina, if you don’t mind me saying, I thought I had a great body but yours is absolutely gorgeous. I’m jealous!! If I was a guy I’d be all over you right now. I’m surprised that John has been able to control himself.”

Paula motioned for me to lift my ass so she could slide the towel beneath me. As she went through the motions of laying out the equipment and plugging in the clippers I noticed that her nipples were hard as a rock and I could see moisture on the lips of her pussy. I was surprised that she was able to control herself. She turned on the clippers and I closed my eyes and spread my legs. She was very gentle and deliberate with the clippers, at times letting the vibrating little machine subtly rest near my clitoris causing my pussy to moisten and my nipples to become hard and erect. I experienced a light orgasm and a soft moan escaped my lips. When she turned the clippers off I ventured a peek at my now swollen mound. In place of my well landscaped bush was darkly shaded stubble. She pressed down on the top of the can of cream and I watched as a mound of foam formed on the tip of her fingers. I closed my eyes again as she applied the cream to the stubble, wiping the excess on the towel. She began to slowly shave my pubic area, careful not to nick me, starting from the bottom and working her way up the sides leaving the swollen mound on top for last. The sensation of the razor on my pubic area coupled with her occasional contact with my pussy lips and clitoris sent shivers through my body and caused my skin to break out in gooseflesh. She went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp washcloth to wipe away the remaining shaving cream then leaned back to admire her handiwork.

I raised myself onto my elbows and looked at my bald swollen vagina. Paula smiled at me and rubbed my baldness. “Like a new born baby’s butt,” she giggled. She suddenly slipped a finger into my vagina. Then another. I felt my legs quiver and a shiver worked it’s way up my spine causing my whole body to spasm. Paula crawled up on the bed like a cat and pushed me onto my back. She laid on top of me mashing our tits together while grinding her pussy into mine. I felt the moisture from both of our vaginas lubricating our hairless pubic areas. Paula kissed me softly and whispered that she hoped I’d like it here. She kissed my neck all over with her soft lips, working her way down to my rock hard nipple and swollen breast. She nibbled on my nipples and ran her tongue around the areola causing the little bumps to harden. As she sucked on my aching tits I felt her run her soft, dainty hand down my body and over my stomach to my vagina. She inserted three fingers into my sopping wet pussy shoving them deep inside then running them in and out. I gyrated my hips to keep time with her strokes, my chest heaving, my breathing quick and shallow. I felt another orgasm coming on and thrust my hips against her hand trying to make contact with my clitoris. Another small orgasm racked my body and I shivered again wanting to explode. Paula pulled her fingers from my pussy and I let out an exasperated sigh. She took her lips from my aching breasts and ran her tongue down my body tracing the course her hand had taken moments earlier. I felt her tongue lick my pussy, tasting my flowing juices. She teased me by licking and nibbling the lips, darting her tongue inside, probing it’s soft, silky, wetness. I felt her hands pull my lips apart and felt her lips sucking on my hardened clitoris, her tongue dancing around it’s base. I was grinding my hips into her face, my body trembling in anticipation. She took her lips from my clitoris and started flicking her tongue across it. An explosive orgasm overtook me again racking my body with pleasure. I was writhing on the bed and moaning loudly as wave after wave of ecstasy caused my body to spasm uncontrollably. Paula slowly and mercifully stopped licking my clitoris. I was spent and couldn’t take any more.

Paula raised her head and smiled at me, her face wet with my juices. “Thanks,” I whispered. “I needed that after everything that’s happened over the past twenty four hours.” Paula shook her head in understanding. “Why don’t you get some sleep and I’ll tell John to give you some time to get comfortable in your new surroundings. I’ll take care of him tonight so you can get some rest. He’ll understand.”

Paula got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. As she headed to the door she turned around and said, “If you need anything, I’ll be right next door.” She exited the room and I could hear her dainty feet padding down the carpeted hallway. I heard her yell down the stairs that she wanted to sleep in her room tonight. John replied that he would be up shortly.

I went to the balcony and opened the sliding glass door allowing the night air to waft into my room. I crawled into bed and pulled the comforter up to my neck. Paula poked her head into my room and asked me if I wanted her to turn off the light. “Yes, please.” I responded.

“Don’t do anything stupid tonight Gina.” Paula said pleadingly. “I really like you and I think you’ll like it here. We’ll talk some more tomorrow. Good night.”

“Good night, Paula” I responded. “And don’t worry, I’ll be here.”

I heard her go to her room and then I heard John’s footsteps coming down the hall. He knocked softly on my door and then opened it without waiting for a reply. “Good night, Gina.” John said, hesitating, waiting for me to answer. “I really hope you come to like it here. If you get hungry there’s food in the fridge, help yourself. You have the run of the place, just don’t go outside at night alone.”

He hesitated a moment as if he had more to say and then started closing the door.

“Good night, John” I said softly. He hesitated a moment longer and then softly closed the door. I lay in the darkness thinking about all that has happened. I still can’t make heads or tails out of the whole situation. I hear muffled voices through the wall and then Paula’s unmistakable giggle. I smile in spite of my situation. The voices are soon replaced by moans, soft at first and then gradually getting louder. I hear Paula say, “not tonight big fella, I’m riding you,” and then the creaking of the bed as Paula makes good on her word.

Good for her, I think to myself. She was horny as hell when she left my room. The moans are soon replaced by muffled cries of “yes, my god, yes,” as Paula reaches orgasm and are soon followed by the low guttural sound of John unloading his seed deep inside her.

I finally fade into sleep feeling totally frightened, sexually satisfied, and with a disquieting feeling of anticipation.

e had difficulty coming to terms with.  What made it worse was the people she did it with.

As the days passed, she pushed the incident further back into her memory, as if sweeping it under the rug.  She still remembered occasionally, and when she did her body reacted.  At home she'd suddenly stop and shiver, her eyes closing until something woke her from her remembrance.  But she did move on.  It was better if she forgot about it completely, she thought.  She was, after all, still a married woman.

But last week the incident resurfaced vividly; her memories concretized by a set of mailed photographs which had her as the central figure in a series of indecent acts.  At the back of one was an address, a date, and a time.  Isa was too shocked to ask herself how the boys managed to get a hold of her name and address.  The thought of her husband coming home one day, opening the mail to find her image being fucked and desecrated in several different positions, horrified her.  After all these years, she had little reason to still love the man.  But the consequences would destroy the lifestyle she worked so hard to build.

And so it was that she found herself driving into an unfamiliar neighborhood, scanning mailboxes for the address that she was looking for.

Isa found the house soon enough.  It seemed typical of the suburban neighborhood, with nothing to distinguish it aside from a hanging flag and a basketball hoop in the driveway.  She parked out front and closed the car door behind her.  It was here that she hesitated.

What was she going to do?  Why did they want her here?  She had gone over all the possibilities long before she left, but the questions kept popping into her mind.  She was too afraid to seek out any help.  This was something she had to deal with herself.  When she summoned the will to knock on the door, it opened right away.

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It was her alright.  Darren wasn't used to seeing her in a working outfit, but he remembered the face and he definately remembered the figure.  Her blouse didn't do a good job of concealing her cleavage, and the skirt definately hung into her hips.  He smirked, wondering if she was the type to vamp people to get ahead.  Either way, he thought, it definately won't work on him after that night...

"Took you long enough."  He smirked.  The time she took from parking the car to getting to the door meant that she was worried.  And to Darren, that was a good thing.  She tried her best not to look it, though.  Her face was as business-like as her outfit, and her straight black hair was drawn back into a neat ponytail.  He never realized how fine her asian features were, and how well they matched her tan complexion.  She was still stammering out a response when he opened the door wide and said bluntly, "Come inside."

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Isa disliked the tone of his voice, but stepped inside.  She recognized the boy immediately.  It was the face that stepped out of the shadows that night, when her body betrayed her.  The blonde-haired jock that took advantage of her need, and enjoyed it thoroughly.  The living room was dark.

The parents weren't home, she thought.  There were no other cars out front, and no sign that the kid was worried.  She took a breath to compose herself, wondering how much he'd want.  Teenagers were cocky, but their scale of money was still childlike.  At least, that's what she hoped.  She turned to confront him and found herself facing another picture.

Isabelle was kneeling down before a muscular black boy, giving him a blowjob with a look that said that she enjoyed it.  Another kid was in the backround, apparently cheering her on.

"Like it?", Darren asked.  "That's my favorite.  You have a hubby, right?  You think he'd like it too?"  Isa refused to be flustered and pushed aside the photo with one finger.

"What do you want?"  She asked, trying not to sound confrontational.  The teen shrugged and took a step back.  "Just do what I tell you to do and he'll never find out."

Isa bit her lip unconsciously.  He wanted more.  Sha had considered the possibility, but she hadn't decided on how to respond to it.  Part of her was hard-pressed to decide.  "Why would I agree to that?"  The teen took something out of his pocket and tossed it to her.  It was the organizer she thought she lost that night.

"Cuz I know where your hubby works and I've got the negatives to share?  C'mon, it's something you liked doing anyways."  Isa  felt her cheeks flush and looked away.  With less hesitation than she thought she'd have, her hand moved up to the top of her blouse.

"Woah woah.  Hold on a moment.  I know how much you want it, but I've got another idea."  The teen grinned.  Isa turned even redder.  He was looking down at her in all senses of the phrase.  "Just have a seat and don't move.  I'll be back."

Darren stepped outside and closed the door behind him.  Not knowing what else to do, Isa sat down on the sofa and looked around.  She realized that the place was a mess.  Empty soda cans littered the table, messy piles of dvds were heaped atop the television set, and a video game console was tangled up on the floor.  It wasn't a family's living room.  Were these kids renting out a house?  She thought Darren was a highschooler, but he might have some friends in college.  She stood up, hesitating about whether she should just turn around and leave.

She was still standing when the door popped open.  Darren was there, along with another teen.  The second one was even taller than the blonde jock, but had a somewhat scrawnier build and a scraggly look.  He was snarfing down a hot dog, and was gobbling down the last bites and looking at her as if she was the next snack.

"Meet Jake."  Isa tried to smile.  Jake stepped around her and stared blatantly at her body.  He was a caucasian kid with a shaved head, a leather jacket, and jeans that definately needed sewing.   He also bore a ripped shirt with a white fist logo on it.  He nodded in approval.  "Tight ass!"

"Yeah.  Told you so.  You two have fun.  If she acts up, let me know and I'll call her hubby to pick her up."  Isa spun her head to see Darren turning and walking up the stairs.

"W..wait!"  She couldn't believe it.  He was just passing her on to another kid, like a plaything!  Before she could follow Darren up the stairs, she felt a sharp yank on her hair and stumbled down onto her knees.

"Hey.  You heard the man.  You do what I tell you, got it bitch?"  Isa had her head yanked back and was looking up at Jake bending his head over her from behind.  "I'm not going to say it again."  Isa breathed raggedly and nodded, as far as she could.  Jake wasn't a typical teen.  He didn't seem to look at her as an older woman at all.  His eyes were excited, alright, but he looked at her as if he was staring down at a stray animal.  Isa shivered.

"Good bitch."  Jake let go and Isa's head came up again.  She felt her neck and winced.  Jake sat down on the sofa and spread his legs.  "Get over here."

Still rubbing her neck, Isa stood up.  "Hold it!"  Jake growled.  "Who said you could stand.   Kneel down and CRAWL here, you fuckin' slut."  Isa's face turned red. She looked down and slowly got back onto her knees.  Something in the back of her head screamed at her for letting this happen, urging her to jump right up and walk out the door.  Instead, she gulped and started padding over to Jake on all fours.  Her butt was raised up into the air and it wagged as she came up to his feet.  He patted her head and grinned.  "That's it.  Kneel at my feet, chink chink."

As soon as Isa knelt up, Jake grabbed a hold of her ponytail and yanked her up a bit farther.  Isa grimaced as his hand went to her blouse and thrust inside the buttons, popping them open.  His hand was caught up underneath her bra and he was handling her breasts roughly.  Isa's eyes closed.  She was already getting wet.

A couple rough yanks and the blouse was open, hanging on her shoulders.  The bra had a front snap and Jake undid it easily.  Her lucious brown breasts hung down bare before the teenager and he started fondling them one handed, still holding her hair up like a leash.  Isa opened her eyes as she heard his pants getting unzipped.  His veiny cock was already throbbing, and a bit of precum marked the top.  Jake was leering, watching her reaction carefully, "Ever had one that big, chinagirl?"

"I'm not Chine..."  Isa was interrupted by a sharp tug on her ponytail. While she winced, Jake said nonchalantly, "Shut the fuck up, gook."  He let go of her hair and grabbed her head in both hands.  He pulled her towards his crotch and rubbed her face all over his groin.

"Mmmpppth"  Isa's nostrils flared with the scent of the teen's manhood.  The cock was hard and virile, and it was difficult for her to mask her excitement.

"Suck on it."

Isa's lips barely parted before the boy pulled her mouth down over his erection.  As soon as her lips tightened and her tongue started lapping on the cock, he began pumping up and down.  Isa tried desperately not to gag as her mouth was getting used as a fucktoy.  But as he kept thrusting deeper down into her throat, started to choke and sputter when he pulled out.  Her eyes went up and she saw Jake's face.  He was enjoying watching her choke on his dick!  Suddenly, he pulled her head hard atop his raging cock and refused to let go.  Isa squirmed and struggled, gagging on the long shaft suddenly thrust down her throat.  "Fuckin' take it!"  After a good ten seconds, Jake let go.  Isa hacked and sputtered.  His now-slick cock stood up in front of her face, even longer and harder than before.

Her eyes opened wide when Jake got another grip on her ponytail and pulled her up harshly.  She kneeled up taller, trying to keep him from yanking the hair off her head.  His hard white cock was now rubbing over her smooth, tan tits.  He took her breasts rubbed them all over his cock.  As he grew tired of fondling again, Jake slipped his cock into the cleavage.

"Pump it."

Isa obliged, holding her own breasts in place as she slid up and down Jake's pole.  He leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, clearly enjoying the tit-fucking.  Isa moved with energy that she didn't know she had.  She was milking his cock for all it's worth, lapping at it with her mouth as it poked out from in between her generous breasts. 

Jake grunted and looked down at her with half-lidded eyes, as if confirming what he already knew.  "You love this shit, don't you bitch?  You a fuckin' asian slut."  Isa responded by breast-rubbing his dick with gusto, occasionally suckling it into her mouth like a lollipop.

"Fuck this shit."

Jake shoves her off and she stumbles back onto her butt.  Isa rubs the back of her head. having nearly landed on the table behind her.  As she looks up, Jake takes a hold of her hair and begins walking off to the side, dragging her, stumbling and crawling, after him.  By the time they reach the edge of the room, her ponytail is undone and her hair is down over her shoulders and face.  Jake grabs a handful anyway and pulls her up standing.

"Oww... please, it hurts..."  Isa cries out sharply as Jake slams her back against the wall.  She shakes off her blurry eyes to see Jake's chest.  His hands are on her knees, prying them apart.  One of them pulls up her skirt, hiking it up above her hips.  Jake's eyes open wide and he hoots as he sees what's underneath.

"Bitch!  No panties?  You fucking slut!"  His hand grabs a hold of Isa's chin and he leans close to her face, with a look that mixed triumph and insult.  "You wanted it the whole time, didn't you?  You're asking for it!"  Isa's mouth worked but instead of coming up with a reply, it let out a moan.  Jake's other hand found her mound and was roughly fingering her pussy.

His knobby white fingers were already thrusting in and out of her sopping-wet cunt.  Isa shifted uneasily, her arms slowly rising above her head in surrender, scratching at the wallpaper behind her.  The twenty-nine-year-old woman had her back against the wall, squirming and moaning in response to the rough groping of the teenage boy that stood in front of her.  Her legs spread wider as Jake squeezed and rolled her tits around.

Jake put his hand back on her pussy and started fingering it with a whole new tempo.  Isa whimpered and bit her lip trying not to wail.  Jake didn't seem to care whether or not he was hurting her, and his hand was a blur as he finger-fucked her obviously horny snatch.

"Fuckin' whore.  You're a fucking noisy whore!"

His fingers kept ramming up her slit and Isa cringed in response.

"You want it, don't you?  Tell me!"

Breathing raggedly, her chest heaving, Isa managed to blurt out, "Y.. yes.. yes!"

"What?  What did you want, slut?"

"I want it!  F..fuck me!  Please fuck me!"

Jake's hand left her pussy.  He reached around and got a good grip of her ripe ass and lifted her up bodily.  Isa looked down, watching the throbbing white cock rubbing against her slit.  Without ceremony or warning, he bucked up into her.  The cock split Isa's pussy lips and dove right into her wet folds. She screamed.

"OH YES! YES!"

Jake grunted in pleasure.  "Fuckin' whore.  Take it!"  His hard cock throbbed inside her and he was brutally humping her into the wall.   Isa's eyes rolled back as he banged her up mercilessly.  Her breasts were wobbling up and down even as Jake's thrusts squished them against his chest.  She knew that she was getting fucked by a boy ten years her junior.  She knew that she was getting abused by a white teen that looked at her as a piece of meat.  Isa wailed loudly with pleasure.

Jake's hands were all over her, the force of his thrusts keeping her pinned up against the wall.  Every violent hump jolted her entire body, making slopping wet noises as his cock impaled her dripping cunt over and over again.  She held him tightly as she went over the edge, cumming spectacularly onto his thrusting dick.  Jake continued fucking her.

"What are you?"

Isa grimaced as Jake's next thrust dug deep into her and stayed there for several seconds.

"What the fuck are you?"

"I'm... I'm a slut..."

Isa cried out as Jake mauled her breasts, pulling them down as he humped upwards.

"I'm a bitch!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

Isa suddenly sagged down against the wall as Jake pulled out of her.  She panted for breath, only to get pulled forward.  Jake twisted her arm around behind her back and pushed her down against the living room table, scattering empty soda bottles and beer cans.  The smell of dried alcohol filled her nostrils as he held her head down onto the table.  Isa parted her legs and lifted up her butt eagerly.  A sharp stab of pain causes her to cry out as Jake's glistening cock begins forcing it's way up her anus.

Isa manages to look over her shoulder and watch it push deep inside her round, brown butt.  She whimpers loudly as Jake grabs hold of her hips and starts pounding.  Every thrust elicits a grimace from the bent-over oriental woman while Jake grunts and groans with satisfaction.  "Hell yeah!  Take it all, bitch!"

Jake takes Isa's long, beautiful black hair in hand and pulls it like a rein, riding her ass.  He grunts louder and louder, revelling in the slapping noises his waist makes against the tanned ass in front of him.  It isn't very long before the teenager thrusts in deep, one final time, and begins spewing hot jizz out deep into Isa's ass.  She remains on the table as he gets up, the white cum dribbling down her rear.

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Isa clutched her ruined blouse around her as she took a peak outside.  Darren and Jake had been outside on the back lawn talking for the past ten minutes.  She catches a glimpse of them just in time to see Jake counting out some bills and handing them to Darren.

Darren wasn't just after kicks.  He was pimping her off to his friends!  Isa stepped back and sat back down in shock.  She had a lot to think about.

(To be continued?)

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In school I learned a lot but not all lessens are in books. I learned about Sex watching Dad and Mom through a window and would masturbate while watching them. Dad always had to force the issue but mom would mostly give in to vaginal sex nothing else. I would occasionally sneak a peek at Deb and Suzy even though they had nothing to offer me at there stage of development.

 

In school I learned to enjoy grass and the satisfaction of getting a Blow job from the school slut. The bus ride was an hour each way to school and we guys talked about every thing but mostly sex.

 

I had a routine I called “Toke and Stroke” need I explain? On one of my Toke and Stroke brakes I heard my dad call me to the house. He informed us Aunt Betty’s husband Bill had died and I was going by bus to help her on their ranch. They lived about 3oo miles away so the trip was boring and uneventful.

 

Aunt Betty was dad younger sister she was 30ish like mom. She was a total prude and a little over weight. She stood 5’5 and weight about 130lbs. Uncle Bill had a stroke we was way over weight the last time I saw him and smoke nasty smelling cigars. They had no children, that was probably the deciding factor I got this job. School was out and she needed the help. I was blest getting the lines shack so I could once again enjoy my toke and stroke and not be bothered. After a few days I started sneaking any flesh shoot I could of my aunt to aid in my nightly pleasure.

 

Then one late afternoon I was in my zone of getting high and thinking about Betty on my cock then she walked in on me. The shock on here face was so cool, big eyes and open mouth. All I could say was fuck! And then she had to say something that set me off “I am going to tell your father, you sick bastard”.

 

The next thing I knew I was grabbing her and forcing her to the floor. I sat on top of her so she could not move. She screamed and pleated for me to let her go. My cock was so hard I could have chiseled granite. I then knew Aunt Betty was to be my first fuck! I wasted no time ripping her clothes off. She keep saying no John, please. I told her I would please her and my self at the same time. I slapped her to get her attention and drug her to my bed.

 

I was no expert but I was going to have my way with her. I forced her legs open and started rubbing my cock up against her dry pussy. I have never even thought of fucking a girl in the ass but I did threaten Aunt Betty with it and that is when she stopped fighting me. Through her tears and cracking voice she asked me why I was rapping her. I felt if I played my cards right and said the right words she might open up for me.

 

Oh I am so bad, I know it! I started to seduce her with my words. Aunt Betty I am sorry for your loss, I have never been with a woman so when I seen you I wanted you. Her look changed, Oh John I am over weight and not pretty. I stopped her with a kiss on the lips that said I wanted you.

 

I keep rubbing her pussy with my cock and forcing her to kiss me on the lips. She slowly started kissing me back. I could feel her hands sliding up and down the sides of my chest. Her hips where lifting to meet mine and I finely heard her say, “Oh John it has been over a year sense a man has been in her.

 

Once I felt her pussy getting wet, I started to slide one hand down to my cock so I could guide it in her. I was shocked and aroused when it was her hand that got there first. I let her guide me in because this was my first time. I started messaging her large breast with my tongue.

 

As I felt her clit open for me I slowly drove in not with any real force but a steady pressure. I would go in a couple of inches the back out then back in. I was fully in control and I loved it. She started to softly moan, each time I thrusted    she moaned louder and held me tighter. I could feel her juices pouring to lubricate us. Her pussy was so tight I thought I would never reach bottom.

 

Her pussy clamped tight around my cock as I increased my pleasure with her. She was crying with pleasure Oh my GODDD! Johnny YESSSSSSS. I am fucking cummmming don’t stop fucking me. I had no intension of stopping I was enjoying my self making her enjoy the moment.

 

I could feel my balls ready to release my Baby Magic. I was going to cum also and told her so. She stopped dead and yelled no, don’t cum in me I am not protected!! I shot five full loaded deep in her. I was spent, she said what have we done? I said the first thing that came to mind “we are going to have a baby, Aunt Betty”, she started to cry in my chest.

 

That night we walked back to the main house holding hands. We ate with out saying a word, she left and went to bed. I could hear her crying so I went into her bedroom. She looked at me then started crying again. As I set beside her I placed my arm around her and kissed her cheek. With out looking at me only the floor she asked do you really think I am pregnant? I response yes.

 

She told me she had always wanted a child. Now she had her wish and the seed was from good stock. We made love that night and I made sure to plant a few more seeds for good measure.

inside with Kirsten in front of us looking sly the whole way.

"I was hoping you would say yes because we have a surprise for you." Kirsten told me.

Tara and Lynn bound my hands behind my back and bound my ankles together and shoved me on the couch. They then gagged me rather efficiantly so i couldnt speak or utter a sound at all.

They then all ran over to a cardboard box in the corner of the room, and I heard them giggling and crackling.

A few minutes later they all walked up to me their eyes gleaming.. "Now for the surprise..." Kirsten said holding the object behind her back as Tara and Lynn stood me up.

As Kirsten took it out from behind her back i finally realized what it was. A vibrator.. and a rather compact one at that.. it was an egg shaped vibrator.. meaning one that would fit well up there.

Tara slowly undid my shorts and peeled them down as Lynn started to peel off my starting to get wet panties. Kirsten ran the vibrator up and down my thighs teasing me, and the more i squirmed the more i realized i was about to get it stuck inside me. As Kirsten took a look at my underwear she saw the wet spot and raised an eyebrow at me. She gave the vibrator a few test buzzes and then started to stick it up.. after a few minutes she got it up there rather efficiently.

She flicked the switch , and it felt like fireworks going on inside of me! I started trying to squirm away but it was no use. Kirsten pulled my panties back up so that when they were up it looked like i had a male bulge. Then they pulled my shorts back up, and even though i looked neat and tidy on the outside, i felt like a million sirens were going off inside.

They then sat me down on the couch and tied my legs together behind my knees so it was tucked in there tight.

Ding-dong-ding-dong

"Oh crap," i thought to myself, "who else could they invited to this "party".

Then in walked Dean, he saw me bound and was a bit surprised until Tara leaned over and whispered what I thought was , "We have a little bondage party."

Lynn called him over to the bar and started flirting with him and the others joined in. "This is my chance," i thought. I rocked myself back and forth trying to get myself up and fell backwards and temporarily saw stars.

Dean walked in and sat next to me. "I saw what you tried to do you naughty girl." He pulled me over on his lap so that my crotch was directly above his, and i thought he would feel the buzzing, but then he started spanking me and I screamed into my gag.

"Who wants to join!?" he screamed

Little did I know how many other people had gotten to Kirsten's house since I tried escaping.

He shoved my head down and then I felt about 20 or more hands raining down on my ass. I thought that steam was coming out of it and I cried and screamed into my gag.

Then he got up and left along with the other people into another room. He then came back by himself and picked me up and carried me into a bedroom .. he started to undress me and he took the vibrator out and turned it off.

"So now I know what the others were talking about when they were talking about buried treasure," he said to me.

He then started to enter me and i started to hump him like crazy, we rocked the room! I thought that everything was in motion with us .. and i had one amazing climax after another!!

He finally stopped right after he climaxed and pulled out.. he undressed himself and then layed me so that i was propped up on my elbows on the floor and my butt was up on the bed.

I felt him starting to press something moist and warm into my asshole and then i realized what it was .. IT WAS THE VIBRATOR!! I had never had anything in there and he knew i would try to fight him so he rebound me and stuck it in.

I felt it start buzzing and i temporarily saw stars as he started to redress me .. he then sat me down on my butt so that it would press in more and snuck me out of the house.

To be continued...

r to happen. It’s just another suitor my father found, who shall be tossed aside as soon as England needs to impress another country”

“My lady” Betty said shaking her head. You’re getting older, it is time for you to wed. You would be a lovely bride for any man” she said turning her towards the looking glass in the room. “Look at yourself. You’re a beautiful young woman” And it was true. She had her mothers bright red hair, falling in gentle curls around her face. Her green eyes wide and innocent, her lips red as a rose. Her delicate features mirroring her slender body. Her perky breasts standing proudly up, her nipples sticking out of the silk under gown she was wearing. “Any man would love to marry you. You must just learn to stop being so contrary. The King is quickly losing patience with you. Especially after your running out of the Prince of Germany’s castle and refusing to go back!”

“Betty! That was not my fault! You know you would have ran out after he made such advances at me!” she said, the memory of that night still frightening her. That man was over twenty years her senior. The entire time she was visiting his castle he wouldn’t stop staring down her dress, his hands never far from her body.

“Well Anne, this may be true, but your Father refuses to see it that way. He is a difficult man. He, and all of the court are growing tired of trying to find you a suitable husband. As the King’s only daughter , well the only daughter he hasn’t beheaded, you’re the only one he can betroth, and it is getting harder to do as you keep refusing to marry these men!”

“Well, none of the men he is tossing to me are what I am looking for Betty” Anne said throwing her hands up. “And I can tell you already this Prince will be not different from all the others. Just another Prince wanting to just have a beautiful queen to sit beside him on the throne. And I refuse to just be an addition to the collection of show queens.” She shook her head, walking over to her bed where her dress was laid out.

‘Well my lady. Please, lets just get you dressed and ready. There’s no changing that you must be ready to meet him. And look, your father even sent to get you a new dress.” She said, moving to help her get dressed. She slid off her under gown, the low cuts of that time making it impossible to wear under her dresses. The cool silk running After the initial struggle of getting the tight fitting corset on, pushing up her small breasts, pinching in her already tiny waist. Then came the layer upon layer or bulky petticoats. Then finally the dress. Once it was put on, the problems truly began.

Anne turned to herself in the mirror, and gasped at what she saw. “O Betty! What are we going to do?” The dress was hanging off her body in the top, and coming above her ankles on the bottom. “I can’t go out like this! And none of my other good dresses even fit anymore!”

“O no… this won’t do at all. And you simply can’t go out looking like that. Nor can you go out in your house dresses… You father has sent for Michel Tomsley, his top advisor to be here to supervise the visit of the French Prince. I shall go and ask him about it.” She said turning to leave.

“No! If the King can’t see fit to even make sure the cloths he sends fit for the ‘important meeting’ I see no reason to trouble with it at all. I simply won’t meet the Prince.” She said, starting to take the dress off.

“Anne, you know that that won’t do. I don’t want to force you to do this, but it’s for your own good. You know full well that your father doesn’t have to keep you as well as he does, and you haven’t exactly been giving him good reason to. Nor have you been treating your elder brother that well. You need to start thinking about your future darling. You know the king won’t stand for this. He killed Jane for refusing to come to court to meet her suitor. He won’t hesitate to kill you as well.”

At her words Anne sat on her bed, staring across the room, knowing Betty was right. “I know Betty… send for his advisor… I’ll talk with him.” She sighed as she slipped a robe on over her under cloths.

Tomsley must have been nearer then Anne had expected, for within that minute he came bursting into her room without so much as a knock on the door. “Well, Princess, what’s this I hear about your refusal to meet the French Prince?” he said. Without waiting for a reply he went right on again. “You are well aware that you are out of your Father, the King’s favor for some time now. It has been said around court that if your disobedience continues, you can consider yourself stripped of your title, and banished from all of England.”

“You can not be serious.” Anne said, standing proudly before him. She spoke and acted proudly, yet inside was panicking. What if he was serious? Banishment was as good as death in those times.

“O really Anne?” He said, pulling open a scroll saying that the King has given his permission to banish the King’s daughter, if he feels it to be necessary. “Anne, it is now in your best interest to do everything I say. Starting now you can consider yourself under my control, and this manor my own.”

Anne stood in shock. Her father could not have done this to her. It was all a lie. Her father wouldn’t put her under the power of this man. “Tomsley, surly there is something I can do. This can’t be true.”

“O but it is Anne” he smirked “And as such, I believe you should start showing me some respect, you do not want to anger me. It could, after all, be the last thing you do. You know banishment is as good as a death sentence here”

Anne couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was frightened. Tomsley was not a good man. This she had learned from her visits to the King’s castle. He wouldn’t think twice about sending her to her death. “Yes, my lord.” She replied, curtsying to him, bowing her head as one would should do to one’s better.

“Good Anne, you are learning your place well. Though, I feel you are not ready to yet meet the Prince of France. You must have some training in obedience first, and as you are in my power now, I feel I can give you this training.” he said, stepping closer to her. “What do you think of this agreement Anne?”

“What agreement, Lord?” She asked stepping back against her bed post, frightened of the powerful man before her, knowing he held her life in his hands.

“I shall train you, molding you into an obedient woman, willing to wed the French Prince, and I shall let you remain here. You are a beautiful girl Anne, there is no denying that. Any man would be happy to have you as his bride. But you are too headstrong, disobedient. You must learn that your place is under any man‘s. And I shall teach you this how I see fit.” he smiled. She would be his, and would have to do whatever he desired of her. He knew she would agree to anything, and everything her requested of her. “Do you agree to this?”

She breathed deeply, knowing that her next words would decide the rest of her life. A no would send her to her death. A yes, put her into the Advisor’s hands, making her do whatever he desired of her. She couldn’t even imagine what this would mean. But, anything was better then death. “Yes my Lord” she whispered. “I will do whatever you require of me”

He had her. “You have chosen wisely Anne” he said, moving to the door, quickly locking it. “We shall begin your training right away” His eyes traveled up and down her body. He had been waiting for so long to get at this beautiful young princess, and now she was his. “You will always treat me with respect Anne. You shall call me either Lord, or Master from this point on. As I am the only thing keeping you alive, you belong to me. Remember this. I am not a patient man. I expect you to obey everything I say, the moment I say it, no matter what it is. Do you understand?”

“Yes my Lord” she replied. Not wanting to call him Master. That was something only the lowliest servants did.

He noted her not wanting to call him Master, but there was time for that. “Good Anne, you have made a wise decision.” He would enjoy training her to be obedient. Using her lovely body to please him. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. “You must learn that it is your duty to please the men who are in charge of you. You must learn this, and I will help you.” he stepped up to her, putting his hand on her shoulder, feeling her tremble under his touch. “Take off your robe Anne. There is no need for it.”

“My Lord…” she said, looking up pleadingly into his cold gray eyes. She didn’t want to only wear her underclothes with him there. They covered everything, yes, but it was the fear that he would want her to take off more that made her reluctant.

“You are already contradicting me Anne? This does not look promising for you. It would be a pity to need to send such a beautiful girl to her death…” He smiled, knowing he was right. She would obey him. And did, quickly pulling her robe off and laying it on her bed. His eyes were instantly drawn to her small breasts pushing out of her corset. He felt his cock stirring up, imagining her young body spread open for his pleasure. “Very good Anne. Though, you can’t be comfortable in the tight corset. I think that should be off as well.” He was testing her, trying to get her to refuse.

Anne couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t do that. She was always raised believing that her body was sacred, and not to be shown to any man but her husband. And now this man from her own father’s court wanted her to stand before him half naked. This couldn’t be. “My Lord… you cannot ask me to do that.” she stammered.

He smirked inwardly. This is just what he wanted from her. An excuse to put a little more fear in her heart. “I’m not asking you to do anything Anne. I’m commanding you to!” he snapped at her, raising his hand as if to hit her.

Anne cowered back, frightened of this strong man. She saw anger flashing in his eyes as he held his hand over her cowering form. She stayed frozen huddled over by her bed, for long moments that felt like eons to her, waiting for the blows to strike.

“Now Anne, are you ready to do as I say… or shall I have to take that off of you for myself?” he said. He moved his hands to her waist, roughly turning her, running his hands up and down her waist, getting closer and closer to her ass and tits.

Anne trembled, his large hands taking such liberties with her body. She did not want to give him the pleasure of stripping her himself. “Please my Lord, I will take it off” she said, hardly in a whisper. She did not want to admit she was saying it, but anything was better then his hands removing it.

“Very well Anne” he said, smiling as she was forced to degrade herself. He watched as Anne moved her hands behind her back, fumbling with the tight ties of her corset. She struggled with the ties for long seconds, her breasts heaving up and down in their tight confines.

Anne’s struggle was ended far to soon when she felt the knot give way, the corset expanding as she breathed. She already felt it slipping down off of her. Her face flushed as she felt it slid slowly down her perky breasts, she didn’t want him to be the first man to see her breasts. She didn’t know he planned to be the first to see, and do many things to her.

“Anne, I said to take off the corset, not to just untie it… Or do you need help taking it off?” He said, again stepping towards her. Not waiting for a reply he reached behind her, and tore the corset roughly off her thin body.

Anne’s hands flew up covering her breasts from his view, though not before he got a glimpse of her perfect tits, and he knew he wanted to see more. He could only imagine how much pain her nipples could endure when he would attach heavy clamps to them. He could already hear her gasps and cries of pain.

Anne’s face was flushed deep red, she shut her eyes tightly yet could still feel Tomsley’s eyes watching her, eating up the sight of her half naked body. Suddenly a loud snap broke the silence of the room. Anne’s eyes flew open and found him standing, as if waiting for a response from her. She made none, not sure of what he expected her to say, though dreading what she knew he would want her to do.

“Uncover you tits Anne, and put your arms down to you side.” he commanded. He saw her open her mouth to protest and cut her off “Anne! I have been a pactient man today. One more word or sign of disobedience from you and you shall be punished. You are to obey me without question. Now lover your hands!”

Anne quickly dropped her arms to her sides, not wanting to make him any more angry then he was. She feared him talking about punishing her. “Yes my Lord” she barely whispered in response to his command. She flushed an even deeper red when she felt her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. “No… she thought. “Please don’t let him see my nipples hard”

He noticed right away her nipples hardening. The light pink buds standing out at attention. “Very good Anne. You are learning your new place in this household” he smiled, his cock grown to its full size at the sight of her tits. “Now, lace your fingers together and place them behind your head. Stand perfectly straight. I want to see your lovely body”

“My Lord…” she started, but seeing his eyes fire up at the starts of her protest quickly obeyed his command. As she opened her eyes she saw herself in the mirror across her room. She looked like a whore begging to be touched, showing off her body to a costumer. Showing her body like this made her pussy moisten. She was embarrassed to be turned on by this terrible experience. She was only glad that the man forcing her to do this wouldn’t know, her long petticoats hiding her pussy from his view.

“Lovely Anne. I see you looking at yourself in the mirror over there” he said gesturing to the large full length mirror on the opposite wall. “Tell me how you think you look.” He wanted to get her thoughts on her pose. He thought she looked ready to fuck, pushing her tits out for him. He was sure that she was getting wet.

“I look disgusting.” Anne lied. “I look like a common whore” she said, not wanting to admit she thought she looked sexy. She would not give him that pleasure.

“You don’t think your body looks nice displayed like this Anne? I do.” he said with an evil grin.

“No” she lied again, though this time not as well, her voice faltered. “I look like a slut and a whore, but I am a princess” She said looking at her tits pushed out, and her nipples standing out begging to be touched. She saw him move next to her, his arm almost touching the side of her breast.

“Well then Anne, you are lying to me. I can hear it in your voice. And I will not take being lied to. You must be punished for this.” He said, seeing fear in her innocent green eyes.

“No! Please don’t punish me! I’ll be good. I’ll tell you the truth.” She blurted out. She was afraid of what he would do to her. She would do anything to avoid being punished.

“Alright Anne, if you are so desperate to tell the truth go ahead” he said.

“I… I think I look sexy.” She whispered, her face turning red as she did. “I do look like a whore, but I still look sexy. I look like I am begging someone to touch me and use my body.” She said, not sure why she said as much as she did.

“And you do look sexy Anne. I’m glad you decided to tell me the truth. Though now I think we must move onto matters of your punishment” He smiled at her with an evil grin.

“Punishment? But my Lord… I thought if I told you the truth you would not punish me.” She begged him. She had humiliated herself for nothing.

“Now Anne. I never said I would not punish you if you told me the truth, I just said to tell the truth. Now, you may put your arms down, and come over to me” he said sitting down a bench at the foot of her bed. “I have decided your punishment shall be a spanking”

“What? A spanking. You cannot be serious.” Anne said, pleading against his will. She had not been spanked since she was a little girl, even then only once and by her father. “I am far to old to be spanked. I’m 16 she said, a young woman, not a child” She said, trying to sound noble and strong, though only sounding weak and pleading.

“I have decided your fate Anne. You may either take it or you may leave this household immediately, and never return.” He knew she would yield to him. She was not as strong as she tried to be.

She knew she had no choice, he would not change his mind, and would force her to do it. She succumbed to his will “Yes my Lord. I will let you spank me”

He had her. “Very good Anne. Now come over here. Put lay your body over my lap, bring your arms down to hold you up” he said, she reluctantly walked towards him, cringing as she lay her body upon his lap. She had never felt so humiliated. She was half naked in front of a man of the King’s court, laying on his lap waiting for him to spank her like a child.

“Put your hands on the floor and lower your head down. Good, now put your legs down, I need to be able to see what I’m going to hit” He could feel her taunt body rubbing against his hard member as she arranged herself on his lap, her pussy resting just to the right of his cock, her tight stomach pressing down on his thick cock.

Anne wriggled uncomfortably on his lap. She could feel his hard member pressing into her stomach. She felt at the same time sick and aroused. She knew she had caused him to become aroused, which in turn made her pussy drip.

“You will receive twenty hits for your insolence Anne, if you disobey me while I am spanking you that will be doubled. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes my Lord, I understand. I will obey you.” Anne stammered. She wanted him to begin so that it would end soon. She did not want to lay on his lap any longer then necessary.

“Good. Though I don’t think that the spanking will hurt very much with all these petticoats on…” he said, patting her on the ass, making her squirm on his lap. “I think you will have to take them off.”

“No, my Lord, please no. Don’t make me naked. Please.” She begged him. She knew it would be no use. He would have his way with her.

“No Anne, what did I just tell you about disobeying me? One more word from you and I will bring the count to forty.” he threatened. “Now stand up and remove them” He felt her stomach rub on his cock as she stood up, and began to remove each layer of petticoats one by one. With each one removed her face turned a deeper shade of red, and soon he could see the faint outline of red pussy hair through the fabric.

Anne reluctantly was removing her petticoats as slowly as he could while he watched her. She wanted to remain dressed as long as she could. Though through her embarrassment she could feel her pussy soaked with her juices, she was enjoying showing her body to him and could not understand why.

She finally got to the last petticoat, her bright red pussy hair was able to be seen through the material. She dreaded taking it off. He would find out she was wet. She could not bear that. She didn’t want him to think she was enjoying such degrading behavior. She knew it was inevitable. She brought the petticoat down her long legs, letting him see all of her treasures.

He couldn’t believe her pussy. It was perfect. Red hair framed her pussy, covering her puffy outer lips. “Very nice Anne. Now come and lay back down on my lap” he said, he wanted to feel her naked flesh on him. His cock twitched in his pants as he felt her sexy young body lay down on his lap, she wiggled as she resumed the proper position.

He let his hands run over her firm shapely ass, feeling her shudder under his touch. His hands played over her flesh, preparing her for the first hit. He suddenly raised his hand up and brought it smacking down on her ass, a cry of pain coming from Anne’s lips making his cock jump. Her pale flesh showed a red mark where his hand had fallen.

Anne felt his hand return to rub on the cheek he had just hit. His hand gripping her flesh, making her groan in pain. Without warning she felt his hand smack down on her other ass cheek. “AAAAH!” she cried out, her mind swimming in a sea of pain as before she could even catch her breath another smack hit the same spot, her flesh a deep angry red.

Tomsley ran a finger along her ass crack, Anne clenching her cheeks together in protest. SMACK! Two sharp hits taught her not the do that again “Relax your ass cheeks Anne. Let me have my way” He said, continuing his path towards her tiny asshole. He ran his finger around the tiny hole, pushing gently against it. He didn’t want to enter her rectum yet. That would be later.

Anne cringed as she felt his finger playing with her asshole. Why would anyone want to touch her there? It was disgusting. She had to fight the urge to clench her cheeks to prevent the invading digit from playing with her anus.

“You like me playing with your asshole don’t you Anne?” He asked, rubbing his finger around he small hole, teasing her. He twirled his finger softly against her hole, watching it dance for him.

“Spread your leg’s Anne.” he said, putting his hands on her taunt thighs. Anne slowly spread her legs open inch by inch, not wanting him to be able to see her pussy. She didn’t want him to know how wet she was from being spanked. “Wider Anne.” he said “You can do better then that” he pulled her thighs open wide sensing she would not willingly give him the spread he was looking for. The sight that greeted him was a soaking wet pussy. “Anne… are you getting wet from me spanking you?”

His hands ran up and down her thighs waiting for her to respond. He harshly pinched her thigh when she said nothing to him. “Well Anne. Is this spanking making your pussy wet?” he said again.

Anne didn’t know what to say. She had never been so aroused in her life. She didn’t know if it was submitting to him, or the spanking that was making her wet, but something was. She pushed her ass up in the air, welcoming his next smack, wanting to feel his hand beat down on her flesh. “Please… please my Lord” she begged.

That was all she needed to say, his hand came slamming down right between her ass checks, his finger hitting right on her asshole. “OOOWW! O god!” Anne screamed, her ass burning in pain. He hit her all over her ass, now a bright red, her screams echoing around the large stone room.

“Five more Anne.” He said. He put his hands on her thighs, spreading them further apart. He brought his hand smacking down on her thigh, a fresh cry coming from Anne as his hand found a new target. He rubbed her thigh, massaging the tight flesh, making her pussy even wetter. The last hit would be there.

She felt his hand raise up and smack her other thigh. The pain shooting up to her brain. “OOOOW!” she cried. She felt his hands rub higher on her thigh, getting closer and close to her dripping pussy. She needed to feel him touch her there. “Please… please” she begged him.

He denied her, his next hit coming even closer to her pussy, but landing just short on her thigh. He ran his hand up and down her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from the smacks. He felt her trying to slide her pussy back to make his hand rub it, but it was no use, he always moved just before contact occurred.

She felt the next slap come again just short of her open pussy. “AAH! O god” she cried. The next slap would be the last. She felt his hands sliding up her thighs, teasing her, never letting her pussy get any relief. He suddenly stopped stoking her body, removed his hands.

“Stand up Anne. I need you in a different position for this last hit” he said. He would give her her wish and hit that hot wet cunt. He stood as well, and told her to get on her hands and knees on the bench, her legs spread wide, with her ass high in the air. She followed his orders without complaint. “Good girl. Now I want you to hold open your delicious pussy lips, I need a nice open target.”

Anne gasped at hearing this. Yes, she wanted him to touch her pussy, but hitting it would be so painful. Nevertheless, she did as told, and reached behind her, taking her puffy outer lips into her hands and spreading them gently.

“Wider Anne” Tomsley ordered. She pulled harder, opening up more for him until she groaned in pain from the stretch. He could almost see inside of her. Her pussy looked so good spread open like that. He could see her clit poking out of its hood, begging him to smack it. He took one finger and ran it up her hot slit, careful to avoid her clit. He heard her moan as he made contact with her cunt. He knew she would cum if he just touched her clit. She bucked her hips back when he drew his finger away from her sex. “Tell me what you want me to do Anne.” he ordered, wanting her to beg for him to hit her.

“Please my Lord…” she said taking a deep breath. She knew what he wanted to hear. “Please spank my pussy. I want you to hit me there” she said, pushing her pussy closer to him.

He needed no further coaxing. He brought his hand back, lining up his hit perfectly so his fingers hit her square on the clit. He wanted her to cum from the pain the spanking brought her.

She could feel his hand moving quickly towards her pussy, knowing the pain that was to come, but she needed it so badly. She held herself open for the blow. SMACK! His hand hit her soaking wet pussy, his fingers harshly smashing her clit, the pleasure mixing with the pain into the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. She felt his fingers push against her clit and started to cum all over his hand. Wave after wave of pleasure mixed ran through her body and her climax rolled over her. She felt him rub against her clit and felt another mind blowing orgasm over take her. She shuddered as she came again, her body shacking.

She collapsed down on the bench, exhausted. She had just had the two most powerful orgasms of her life. She could not believe that she derived so much pleasure from his cruelty.

As Tomsley looked down at her naked body he decided he needed release as well. Though not from her, not yet. He would make her masturbate his cock later. For now he quickly jerked off over her body as she lay, not even conscious of him, in a daze. He came quickly, watching her sexy young body, imagining what he would do to her tomorrow. He knew that underneath her proud brave exterior there was a submissive girl longing to be controlled, and he was going to be the one to control her…

To be continued

style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">            “There are five,” she replied.

            “Good. That should give him a good choice. Tell me about them.”

            “There’s a redhead, two blondes and two brunettes. One blonde is a strawberry blonde. One brunette has brown hair the other has black hair. The one with black hair looks like she might have some Native American blood. Both brunettes have brown eyes. One blonde has blue eyes the other has green eyes. The red head has green eyes.”

            “Let’s go see them.”

            “They got the second dose an hour ago so they should be pretty docile now.”

            “He’ll be here in two hours. They have to be ready by then.”

            “They’ll be ready.”

            The man and woman made their way down a short hallway to a large air conditioned room. The room was completely white with a stage in the middle of it and a row of four chairs in front of the stage. When they entered the room the man took a seat in one of the chairs as the woman went to a door in the opposite wall. She opened the door and stuck her head through.

            “Bring them in,” she called then moved to take a seat next to the man.

            A large woman dressed in gray scrubs entered the room followed by five young women dressed in white bathrobes. Another large woman dressed in gray scrubs followed the young women and a third large woman dressed in green scrubs followed the group. The women were led onto the stage and ordered to stand in a line on the stage. They silently obeyed. The man seated in front of the stage slowly nodded his head.

            “Very nice,” he commented. He raised his voice and spoke in a commanding tone as he said, “Number one, step forward.”

            A redheaded woman stepped from the line to the front edge of the stage.

            “Remove your robe,” the man said.

            The woman raised her shaky hands and slid her robe off her shoulders and slowly dropped to the stage floor as a tear slid from the woman’s right eye.

            “That shouldn’t happen,” the man commented.

            “It won’t in another thirty minutes,” the woman replied.

            “Turn around and bend over,” the man ordered the redhead.

            She slowly obeyed.

            “Spread your legs three feet apart.”

            Her feet slowly slid apart.

            “Good. Move back to your place. Number four, step forward.”

            The brown haired woman stepped to the edge of the stage as the redhead moved back into line.

            “Remove your robe.”

            The brown haired woman hesitated a moment before she too slipped her robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the stage floor.

            “Lean forward and show me your tits.”

            There was another hesitation before she followed his instructions and leaned forward.

            “Put your hands under your tits and hold them up and out to me.”

            Tears slid from her eyes as she complied.

            He rose to his feet and made his way onto the stage as he gave his next order.

            “Spread your legs three feet apart.”

            The little brunette hesitantly spread her legs as ordered. The man stepped behind her and put his left hand against her lower back.

            “Put your hands on your knees. Then don’t move.”

            As she slowly put her weight on her hands pressed on her knees he held his right hand out toward the woman in green scrubs. She deftly slipped a rubber glove over his hand. He pressed his left hand onto the brunette’s lower back as he leaned down and shoved the first three fingers of his right hand up her pussy. When she tried to raise up his left hand held her in place. He quickly looked up at the woman still seated in the row of chairs.

            “Are they all virgins?” he asked in surprise.

            She smiled broadly at him.

            “Yes.”

            “Very good.”

            He removed his hand and stripped off the glove, dropping it on the floor and returning to his seat.

            “Thank you,” he said, directing his look at the woman I the green scrubs. “That will be all.”

            The women were quickly ushered from the stage and out of the room. The man turned to face the woman seated next to him.

            “You’re certain the second injection will take effect before he gets here?”

            “Yes. They should all be completely under control within twenty minutes.”

            “Good. Just make sure they are all complete under control. I don’t want any hesitation and absolutely no tears or resistance. This is a very important customer. I do not want to piss him off.”

            “He will leave a happy man, Michael. I promise you.”

            “He’d better, Amy.”

 

            An hour later Michael and Amy met a blonde haired man and led him to the white room with the stage and chairs. Amy stepped to the door and spoke softly to someone on the other side as Michael made their guest comfortable. Amy then quickly joined the two men as a large woman with short dark hair dress in gray scrubs stepped into the room. She was followed by a black-headed woman dressed in white robe. Another woman with short dark hair dressed in gray scrubs and a woman with brown hair dressed in a white bathrobe. A third woman with short dark hair dressed in green scrubs was the next to enter the room followed by a blonde woman dressed in a white bathrobe. A large dark haired woman dressed in gray scrubs entered the room next followed by a strawberry blonde dressed in a white bathrobe followed by another large dark haired woman dressed in gray scrubs. A redhead dressed in a white bathrobe stepped into the room next followed by another large dark haired woman dressed in gray scrubs. All of the women climbed onto the stage. The women in the white bathrobes stepped forward to the middle of the stage while the women dressed in scrubs stayed on the back of the stage.

            “Very nice, Michael, very nice.”

            “Thank you, Senator. Which would you like to see first?”

            “Why don’t we start on the left and work our way over.”

            “Very well. Number one, step forward.”

            The redhead stepped to the front of the stage and waited.

            “Remove your robe,” Michael demanded.

            The young woman removed her robe and let it fall to the stage floor. The men and Amy stared in silence. Finally, the senator leaned toward Michael.

            “Very nice.”

            “They’re all virgins, too, Senator.”

            The blonde head turned surprised eyes on Michael’s face. Michael smiled and nodded.

            “Every one of them.”

            “And you’re only asking $80.000.00 for each?”

            “Only for you, Senator.”

            The senator turned back to stare appreciatively at the nude young woman standing in front of him.

            “Number two,” Michael called out, “step forward.”

            The first blonde stepped to the front of the stage.

            “Remove your robe.”

            She opened her robe and slid it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

            “Number one, slowly turn completely around,” ordered Michael.

            The redhead did a slow pirouette.

            “Number two, slowly turn completely around.”

            The blonde slowly spun at the front of the stage.

            “Number three, remove your robe.”

            The black haired woman removed her robe, letting it fall to her feet.

            “Turn completely around.”

            She slowly spun around as the others had before her.

            “Number four, remove your robe and slowly turn completely around.”

            The strawberry blonde removed her robe, let it fall to the floor of the stage and slowly turned around.

            “Number five, remove your robe and slowly turn completely around.”

            The brown haired woman removed her robe, letting pool at her feet and slowly turned in a circle.

            “Well, Senator, would you like a closer inspection?”

            “Certainly.”

            The two men climbed onto the stage behind the naked women as the large women in scrubs climbed down steps hidden at the back of the stage. They stood close, between the stage and a table with various implements on it. The senator went first to the woman with black hair and stood directly behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly ran his hands down her back. He slowly let them wander around to caress her breasts then slowly slide down across her stomach and back around to her hips.

            “Lovely,” he whispered, leaning close to her.

            Michael held his hand out to one of the scrub-clad women behind him. She silently laid several rubber gloves in his hand. Michael lifted one of the gloves from his palm and handed it to the senator.

            “Senator, would you like to verify my earlier statement, check for the hymens?”

            A smile suddenly lit the blonde man’s face.

            “Oh, yes. Not that I doubt you,” he replied with a smile. “But it would be my pleasure.”

            The senator quickly slipped the rubber glove on his left hand and placed his right hand against the black haired woman’s lower back.

            “Number three, spread your legs three feet apart,” Michael ordered. The woman silently complied. “Now lean forward and put your hands on your knees.”

            She did as he ordered drawing a broad smile from the senator.

            “Do not move,” Michael ordered before turning back to the senator. “Go ahead, Senator.”

            The blonde man slid his gloved hand between the woman’s spread legs, running his fingers lightly over her slit, gently caressing her clit. He stepped closer to her and nuzzled against her bent back as he slowly inserted first one then two fingers into her now damp pussy. He quickly added a third finger and began to slowly probe her vagina. His head suddenly snapped up and swung around so his eyes focused directly on Michael.

            “She’s absolutely wonderful, Michael.”

            He slowly withdrew his hand and let it slide to her back hole. He began to probe her anus using the juices still on his fingers from his earlier explorations to lubricate the channel.

            “God, she’s so damn tight.”

            “They all are,” Michael replied.

            “Wonderful,” the senator crooned, sliding his fingers from her asshole.

            He pulled the rubber glove from his hand and let it fall to the floor.

            “Number three, stand up, turn around and face us,” Michael ordered.

            The young woman quickly complied, keeping her arms at her sides. The senator’s hands immediately went to her breasts. He kneaded her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. He squeezed her nipples hard, causing her to draw her breath in sharply but that was the only reaction.

            “They won’t resist at all?” he asked.

            “Not as long as they’re on our drug,” Michael replied. “The drug lasts for a minimum of twelve hours. They must receive two initial injections then one injection every twelve to fourteen hours after that to maintain this level of obedience.”

            “What happens when the drug wears off?”

            “They become more resistant as it leaves their system. The drug only removes their resistance. They still know they don’t want to cooperate they just no longer have the ability to resist. As the drug leaves their systems their own will returns. If you choose not to use the drug they will have to be restrained or trained in the normal, harsh manner.”

            “Amazing,” the senator commented as he moved to the blonde.

            Michael again handed him a rubber glove then ordered the woman to spread her legs and lean over. The senator probed both holes again then removed the glove and dropped it to the floor.

            “You definitely and your business are definitely everything I was told, Michael. I must commend you.”

            “Thank you, Senator. I do my best to provide quality service and merchandise.”

            “I know I originally said I only wanted one or two for my guests but…” The senator turned a smile toward Michael as both men left the stage and moved back to their chairs. They sat down next to Amy and the senator surveyed the naked women still standing on the stage before them. “I would like the two blondes for my guests. I’d also like the one in the middle, the one with black hair.”

            “Very good, Senator. Would you like to take them with you or would you like me to have them delivered somewhere?”

            “How about both.”

            “Whatever works best for you, sir,” Michael replied diplomatically.

            The senator handed him a card. “You can deliver the two blondes to this address. Can you have them there by five o’clock this evening?”

            “Of course, senator. How would you like them dressed? Would you prefer them as they are now? Or I can put them in dresses, negligees, whatever you prefer. With or without undergarments.”

            “How about dresses, something easily removed with no underwear,” the senator replied as he turned his gaze from the women to Michael.

            “I’ll take care of it. And the brunette?”

            “I’ll take her with me. A dress for her as well. Something short and easily removed with no underwear.”

            “Amy will bring her out to you in ten minutes.”

            Amy nodded to Michael and rose from her seat. The large women in scrubs escorted the nude women from the room as Amy followed them.

            “About this drug, Michael…”

            “You have more questions?”

            “Not exactly,” the senator replied. “I would like to purchase some of it, if you’re selling it.”

            The two men stared at one another for several seconds before Michael got to his feet.

            “Normally, Senator, I would suggest that the woman be brought back or one of my assistants give the injections since they have been properly trained to use it. However, in your case, since I believe you would have access to any necessary medical personnel, I’ll agree to provide the drug to you as long as you sign a written agreement releasing me and my business of all liabilities.”

            The senator smiled up at Michael. He slowly got to his feet and held out his hand.

            “You have yourself a deal.”

            The two men shook hands then turned and left the room.

 

            Michael handed the senator a small box and a file folder containing information on the three women just purchased. The senator put both items inside a briefcase and carefully closed it. He was just picking up the briefcase when Amy entered the room followed by the black haired woman from the group that had modeled on the stage.

            “Amy, thank you,” Michael said as his assistant stepped aside and motioned the other woman forward.

            The woman had been dressed in a deep blue wrap-around dress that fell mid-way down her thighs. The color of the dress perfectly matched the color of her eyes. The senator smiled when he saw her.

            “Amanda,” Michael said to the black haired woman in an authoritative voice drawing her stare. He indicated the senator as he spoke to her. “This is Eric Dodson. He is your new master. You will go with and do whatever he tells you. Do you understand?”

            “Yes sir,” she replied timidly.

            “Repeat your instructions.”

            “I am to go with Eric Dodson. He is my new master. I will do whatever he tells me to do.”

            Michael smiled at her.

            “Very good, Amanda.” He smiled at her before turning to the senator. “She’s all yours, Senator.”

            “Just like that?”

            “Just like that,” Michael replied with a nod of his head.

            “Please forgive me if I’m just a little skeptical.”

            “Give her an order,” Michael suggested.

            “Amanda,” the senator said as he stepped closer to her. “Show me your breasts.”

            She reached up and opened her dress to reveal her tits. She stood with her dress held open waiting for the senator’s next instructions.

            “Cover yourself, Amanda.”

            She pulled her dress back over her chest and dropped her arms to her sides. The senator turned back to Michael.

            “This is wonderful, Michael. Thank you.”

            “If you have questions or problems, please let me know.”

            “I don’t anticipate any problems but I will certainly call if any arise.”

; No", I replied. "This is the year that everyone comes to our house." "Oh" said Joe. The small talk didn't seem like him at all. He was usually the quick witted one, full of funny come backs and a joke for every occasion. I noticed that he was staring at my jumper. I had picked this one to wear today, because it was red for Christmas. I hadn't noticed that it had become tight across the chest, probably from frequent washing. I looked down and I could see my breasts straining in the soft fabric. "Uh, Joe, do you want this giftwrapped?" He hesitated a moment as he collected himself and met my eyes. A flush had come over his face and I could tell that he was becoming aroused."Yeah, sure, Lily". "Hey, don't tell Rachel I was in here, this is supposed to be a suprise." "Don't worry about me Joe, I won't say a thing". I was beginning to feel hot. I had never had an older man look at me like Joe was. Joe was a friend of my father's. They had met sometime during college, and had become reaquainted when we moved to town about five years ago. He was a couple of years younger than my da, but had kept himself in good shape. I sneaked a look at him while I was finishing up the package. I wondered if he looked like "an older man" under his wrapping. I finished putting the bow on the gift and handed it to Joe. " I am sure Da would like you to come over to our party on Saturday night" I said. I can't believe I said that. This man is looking at my breasts with a hungry look on his face and I am inviting him over to my house for our annual Christmas party." Oh, that would be grand, Lily." Joe hesitated. " Mary and Rachel have left for the weekend, though. I am to meet them at Mary's mother's house for Christmas Eve." I couldn't let it go,"Oh, Joe, go ahead and come over. The folks would love to see you, it has been along time since you've paid a visit." Joe looked at me with eyes that were becoming increasingly hungry,"I think that will be just fine, I'll see you then." He paid for the purchase and left, looking over his shoulder at my tight jumper and all it contained. I wondered at what I had done.But this man made me feel sexy. I could still feel his stare at my breasts and I felt my nipples harden at the thought. Surely, I hadn't made a mistake. This man was my father's age. Surely he wasn't really looking at me like that, it had to be my imagination.

As I walked home, I had time to think about all that was said during our conversation. I replayed it all through my mind. The more I thought about it, the hotter I became. I felt a hot wetness between my legs. The thong I had put on this morning began to rub between my legs, making my clit become hard. I hated to think of Joe this way. He was a friend of my fathers, the father of my friend, and married to boot. Now that thought turned me on. What would it be like to screw a married man? No, we won't go there, I thought. I am not going to think about this any more. Just then, Joe pulled up in his SUV. "Hey, do you need a lift?" he asked. Well, what could I do? It was obvious that I didn't have any way to get home but to walk. "Joe, that is so nice of you!" I said. " My car is in the garage, and I didn't want to bother anyone for such a short trip." Joe looked me up and down, checking out the bits he couldn't see behind the counter earlier."You really shouldn't walk alone, Lily. There is alot that could happen to a girl like you."  My heart was pounding. I wish I hadn't been thinking about him earlier. There was no way I could refuse his offer of a lift. I opened the door and climbed in to the SUV, my skirt shifting up my leg as I scooted across the seat. Joe reached out his hand and gently pulled my skirt down. "You have to be careful of showing too much skin, Lily" His voice had become husky and in the pit of my stomach, I knew I had made a mistake, a bad mistake.

The drive to my house wasn't a long one, only a couple of blocks, a turn, then three more. When we had gone a block, Joe turned the other way and sped up."Joe, what are you doing?" I shreaked. "Just gotta pick up a liter of milk on my way home, Lily. You don't mind do you?". I was trying not to panic. Joe hadn't done anything. I was behaving like a five year old."No, that's fine" I said. My mind was whirling. What exactly was going on? Joe pulled up to the shope and went inside. He came out a few minutes later with the liter of milk. "Now we can head home." Joe had a strange sound to his voice, almost like a child who has won at a game. He continued to drive, but not in the direction of my house."Joe, where are we going?" I was panicing by now. "We are going home, Lily, to my house." Joe's voice was husky and I felt a knot in my stomach that felt like a ball of ice. "Joe, you have to take me home! My parents are expecting me to come home!" Joe looked at me with eyes full of desire and menice."No Lily, they are not expecting you to come home. I used the phone in the shope and told them that you would be spending the night with Rachel and I would drop you off in the morning."  Bugger, I thought. Here I was trapped in his vehicle, my parents didn't expect me  home before noon, and the bulge in Joe's pants was getting bigger by the minute. I stopped to look at it. I had been with a boy from school, once. He had taken my virginity with a measly four inch cock that wouldn't have bothered a dog. My mind was doing double time. On one hand, I didn't want this old fart touching even my leg. On the other hand, I could feel his big dick stretching my cunt until it bled. I knew though, in my heart, I had to get away from him. At a corner, I opened the door and started to jump. Joe quickly grabbed my arm and pulled be back." Oh no you don't, sweet pussy." He held my arm and slowly pulled over to the side of the road. He lived in a neighborhood that was a bit remote, you had to drive a couple of miles through a wooded area before you could see the lights on the houses. We were in the woods, not close enough for anyone to see. Joe reached down, between the seats and grabbed a roll of duct tape. "I never go anywhere with out it" he chuckled. Joe taped my hands together, then he taped them to the safety bar above the window. "Now you're not going anywhere, luv." I could see him breathing faster now, and I know it wasn't from taping my hands. His cock was hard in his trousers and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Just a few minutes, Lily, and we'll be home." How comforting. I couldn't wiggle my hands a bit. My skirt had pulled up my thigh and my upper leg and the lace of my thong were showing." You know, Lily, that little panty thing looks uncomfortable. I better take it off." He reached over and slid his hand under the top of my thong. Tightly he grasped at the lace and pulled hard. I yelled. Pain went through my pussy as he yanked the lace up between my legs. "See what I mean,Lily? We better take care of that before you get hurt." Joe pulled the thong out of my pussy lips and slid them down my legs. He reached down and manuvered they off my feet and slipped them into his coat pocket. Now, not only were my upper legs showing, but Joe had pulled my skirt all the way up when he had yanked on my thong.

"Oh my, Lily. What a pretty pussy you have. You even keep it shaved." Shit. I thought. I had shaved my pussy thinking I would head to the tanning booth this weekend and get a "complete" tan. Now this bastard was getting turned on. "Joe, please, you don't want to do this." I heard Joe laugh. "Yes, I do, luv. I saw you at that counter with your little tits just asking to be let free of that jumper and your bra. I know just what I want."

Joe pulled back on the road and headed toward his house. Soon we were pulling into the driveway. How was I going to get out of this? Joe looked over at me," Home sweet home. Now it's party time, little Lily. As I see it, no one is looking for you, my house is empty, and we have all the time in the world." Joe looked like he had won the lottery. Joe came around to my door and opened it. Quickly he untaped my hands from the safety bar." Now, don't do anything stupid, Lily, or you will truly regret it" He squeezed my wrist until tears came to my eyes and I saw that he had a small pocket blade held to my ribs. I let him lead me into his large house, all decked out in Christmas finery. After we were inside the door, Joe commanded me to strip. "I want to see all of my little Lily," he said. I didn't know what to do. I tried to lift my jumper over my head, but my hands were still taped together. Joe quickly yanked the material and pulled me to the floor. "I said, strip, Bitch". Joe pulled the jumper up to my wrists and quickly cut the tape with his blade. He took the jumper and through it in the corner. Now I was topless, except for a black lace bra. I quickly saw Joe's eyes glimmer. He grabbed my wrists in one hand and pulled a breast out with the other. He pinched my nipple between his fingers. "Oh, luv. I will enjoy tonight." Joe licked his lips and brought his mouth down to suck on my harden nipple. I cringed as his teeth bit down and he sucked harder. A slow sensation was burning between my legs, but I knew I could not answer it. I tried to knee him in the balls, but he quickly turned and deflected my attempt. A sharp slap to the face was my reward. "BITCH!" Joe yelled. He dragged me upstars to the guest room where he threw me on the bed. I was shocked by the blow. No one had ever hit me before, and Joe hadn't held anything back.Stars were bluring my vision and I could hear him scrambling about in a chest of drawers. I felt my hands being tied to the upper bed post. I tried to kick, but Joe pinned my legs down with his. "You little cunt! I know you want me to fuck you. I could see it when you looked at me in the shoppe. Don't try to play the fool. I am going to make you beg before the night is over. You will beg me to take you and you will cry when it is over, you dumb bitch!"

I started to cry now. Joe pulled my skirt down and threw it on the floor. He grabbed my legs and tied them to the lower bedpost using some stockings, I figured they were Mary's. He pulled my legs open until they were spread tightly. My pussy was spread beyond belief. I had always had good flexability, due to involvement in gymnastic classes, now that was an "asset" I guess. At least, I wasn't being pulled apart. I could feel my juice drip from my pussy. I didn't want this man. He had tied me up and was taking me with out my consent. No, I couldn't let this happen. But what was I going to do?

I saw Joe looking at me. He had removed his clothes and had his hand on his cock. If I had thought it looked big in his pants, it was MUCH bigger now. He walked over to the bed. Slipping his hand over my pussy, he spread my juice over his swollen rod. He moved his hand slowly. Up and down. Spiraling. Pulling. He watched me as he jacked himself. I couldn't pull my eyes away. That cock.My juice. He rubbed up and down." Lily, wouldn't you like to take this in your mouth?" Joe asked. No, please, no, I thought. He came closer. "Lily, I bet you suck lads off all of the time don't you? I bet you make them cum in your mouth and you like to swallow it, don't you?" I was wiggling about on the bed, not that there was anywhere to go. Joe slowly climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. "Lily, take it in your mouth, luv. No biting, luv, and I will make you feel good." Ready or not, Joe stuffed it between my lips. The head was huge and slimy. I tried to relax. I knew there was nothing I could do, but try to please him so he wouldn't slap me again. "Lily, take it all. Open up and suck me." I open my mouth as wide as I could. All I could see was his huge cock pushing into my mouth. It was hard to breath, he was so big. I could see his muscles straining in his thighs and stomach. He was turned on big time. He began to stroke in and out of my mouth. He pushed further into my throat. I began to gag. Joe held my head and eased out a bit. "Lily, luv, you must relax. I want to shoot it in your mouth. I want you to lick me up." With that he began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I gasped for air as he pulled out, only to choke on the down stroke. I could feel him increase in size as he grew closer to climax. I wanted to bite him, to make him hurt, as he hurt me. The stroking became deeper and quicker. I could hardly catch my breath. Joe had my hair in his hands and was pulling my head up to meet his cock. I tried to pull away, It was too much. He was too big and he was choking me. I began to feel bile in my thoat. Joe grabbed my head and forced himself deeper yet into my throat. At the moment I saw stars invaid my sight, I felt Joe's hot steamy cum spurt out of his cock and into my throat." Oh Lily, luv, Joe's gonna make you beg for it." His cum continued to pour down my throat and out the sides of my mouth. I felt strangely disconnected from what had happened. Joe gave one final shove with his cock, closing my airway. I passed out.

e cell and shut the door. Jake settled down on the bunk and drifted off to sleep. He was awakened by Shannon, kicking his bed.

"Get up, I have to make sure you didnt sneak anything in here. Stand up against the wall." Shannon ordered.

Jake did as he was told. He adjusted his orange coveralls and leaned on the wall. Shannon picked up the mattress from the floor and inspected under it, clean. She then turned to Jake, her eyes opened wide as she got her first good look at him. He smiled at her with his pearly white teeth. Shannon walked over to him.

"Turn around and spread'em"

Jake turned and put bot arms on the wall and spread his legs wide. Shannon patted down his side, up his stomach. The  she placed her hands on his ass and squeezed it, "Nice" she said shortly. Her hands patted down his legs and then back up. When she had reached his straddle, she took a handfull of cock and balls and softly squeezed.

"What have we here?" She said readjusted and grabbing another handful. "I think you have a foiegn object in your coveralls, tun around and unzip." She stood, with her hands on her hips as she watched Jake unzip.

After Jake hac unzipped his coveralls, she walked over and ran her hand down the front of then into his boxers. She fondled his cock and balls. Jake just stood there watching her, his cock growing harder the whole time.

"Take the coveralls off" Shannon said as she walked  out of the cell and looked around, coming back in and shutting the door. Jake stood there naked, his 8 inch cock standing at full attention. Shannon began to unbuckle her belt, then unfastened her pants and slid them down her skinny legs. She then unbuttoned her shirt, pulled her undershirt off and unclasped her bra. Once she had disrobbed, she ordered Jake to pay on the mattress. He did as ordered.

Shannon rubbed Jakes cock as she straddles his legs. She lifted up and positioned his mushroom head at her pussy. Jake watched as she moved his cock over her hairy slit, and without any warning, she sit down on his cock slidding his full length inside her.

Shannon went wild on his cock, riding it like it was the last cock on earth. Jake reached up and played with her small tits as the guard bounced up and down on his cock. Her pussy felt like satin. So smooth and wet, Shannon was an expert fuck, she squeezed her pussy around his cock. He was in heaven. She fucked him for several minutes then he felt her pussy spasm, as her orgasm hit. Her pussy sueezed tight around his hard cock, as she fucked him hard and fast, until her orgasm past. She then stood up off his cock and walked over to her clothes.

"What the fuck is this?" Jake said while standing up.

"I got what I wanted, did you think this was for you? Why would I care if you finish? This is my world honey and dont you forget it"

She bent down to pick up her clothes, Jake stepped behind her and slipped his cock deep into her wet cunt. He grabbed her hips and began ramming his cock into her. She tried to get away, but Jake was too strong. After a couple of minutes, Jake pulled his cock out of her pussy and shot his load on her back.

Shannon turned around and grabbed his hard wet cock, "Dont you ever do that again" and she planted a hot kiss on his lips, and without another word put her clothes on and left the cell.

They fucked several times while he was in seg, and a few more times after that. She was a small girl but she knew how to fuck.

Jake smiled as he came back to realilty. The bus had stopped for a piss break. He got up and got shakkled and went into a dirty bathroom to piss. 

After he returned to the bus, he though about Jennifer. Physically Jennifer was the opposite. Jen was the jail nurse, and she was a little chuncky but not really fat. She had blonde hair, that went past her shoulders. Her tits was at least a 34 DD, with quarter sized nipples. She has nice hips and a big fluffy ass. Her pussy was shaved and her legs were tonned and smooth.

Jake had fun with her the night they brought him in. He was taken into her exam room for his physical and TB shot. Although guards were outside, there was no one in the room but Jake and Jen. Jen politely asked Jake to take off his clothes. She sat on her stool and watched as he slowly bared all. He stood there totally naked in front of her, as she stared at him, her mouth open.

"Wow" she said quietly, "I forgot what I was here for, could you open your legs for me?"

Jake opend his legs as she wheeled her stool over in front of him. She moved her latex covered hand up in front of her and removed it. She lowered her hand and cupped his heavy sack.

"Cough for me sweetheart" She told him.

Jake coughed 3 times. As she released his sack, her hand rubbed down his cock.

"Now turn around and lean over the table for me" She ordered as she squeezed so KY on to her bare hand. "This may feel uncompfortable for a second" she said as her finger slid into his ass. Jake laid against the table, enjoying the exam he was getting. Jen pulled her finger out and reached for a tissue and wiped the lube from Jakes ass, then off her finger.

"Time for your shot now big boy" Jen said as she walked over tothe table and filled the syringe. She walked back over to Jake, "bend over again for me" and as Jake bent over, she eased the needle into his hip. After she pushed the meds through, she withdrew the needle and kisses his hip.

"That will make it all better" She said as she stood up and walked to the door. "Officer Jackson, this inmate shows signs of a hernia, I think he needs to stay in here for the night so I can run some additional tests, you may go on with your other duties, I dont think you have to worry about this one running". With that the guard left his post and Jen returned to the exam room. She sit back on her stool and rolled it to where Jake was leaning. Without saying a word she lowered her hand down to his soft cock and pulled it up and into her mouth. She masterfully began sucking and licking on his cock as Jake began to moan. With her other hand Jen reached up and place a finger over his mouth to signal him to be quiet. She continued to nibble and suck on his cock until it was fully erect. With his balls in her hand she bobbed her head bakc and forth with vigor. In no time Jake signaled to her he was fixing to cum, and she just kept on sucking until Jake realeased his cum down her throat.

After draining his cock, Jen stood in front of him, licking the excess cum from her lips. Jake helped her out of her shirt and bra. Her tits was amazing, Jake lowered his head and gave attention to both, sucking on her hard nipples as she moaned. He lowered her pants and panties and sit her on the examining table.He lowered his head down between her legs and ran his tounge over her juicy clit. With his fingers he opened her lips and flicked his tounge over her clit. He kissed and licked her clit as her juices flowed out of her. He pushed his tounge deep inside her and sucked her clit as his tounge explored the inner depths of her pussy. She pullled his head away from her pussy and looked at him. "Fuck me" she said. He stood up between her legs and slide his hard cock into her well moistened pussy. He slid in the length the began rocking his hips in rythm with hers. He placed one hand on her stomach as his other hand teased and pulled at her engorged nipples. As he fucked her, she kept repeating "oh yeah, thats right mmmm" he rocked his hips at a steady pace, not to fast but fast enough they both were in ecstacy. Jake watched her body as it moved under him. Her tits bounced back and forth, it had been along time since he had fucked a woman like this. His pace quickened as his balls tighten.

"I am about to cum" he whispered out of breath.

"Fill me with it" Jen begged.

With permission Jake pushed his cock in her and began shooting his cum in her hot pussy. The pulse of his ejacualtion sent Jen over the top as she too began to cum. They pressed against each other grinding for pleasure, then Jake collapsed on top of her.

While remembering his first fuck with Jen, Jake had gotten hard and as he came down to reality he realized that he was jacking himself off. He finished up and shot his load onto the dirty bus floor, as it pulled into the prison drive. 

As Jake exited the bus he observed his surroundings, wondering what adventures lay inside those block wall......