Susan Griffith flung a handful of photos to the floor as she paced slowly in front of a line of young men.
"They didn't look good in the pictures and they don't look any better live in the flesh," she grunted. "If you could stretch kindness that far. More like flab," as she gave one of the men a poke in the gut.
She was slowly circling around the five hunks.
Every on of them tall, rugged, tan and impossibly handsome.
"These are the ones you wanted to see," said her assistant, Jamison.
"And I thought that you would know my-likes by now better than this."
She seemed all but ready to start spitting on them. "Now get these jerks out of here!"
"But the shoot is scheduled for...."
"I know when it is. The Milikin account is very important to me, and I plan on getting it. So as usual it looks as if I'll have to do your job for you," she flared.
Her pacing spread to include the entire office, an office that had more floor space then some good sized businesses.
Susan's breathing had became harder as her anger increased. She pulled off her jacket, throwing it at a chair.
The five male models who only seconds ago had no other thought in their heads but to get out, to get away from this she-demon, now couldn't take their eyes off the heaving chest that was straining at the silk blouse she wore.
They were magnificent breasts.
Full and firm.
The minds behind the ten watchful eyes could only guess at how lovely the nipples must be. The nipples that were ever so evident.
Able to make their presence known by poking their way through the lacy bra covering them. Still able to appear rock hard as they pressed under the expensive blouse.
Little pebbles begging to be chewed on.
With five male mouths more than willing to do so.
"I suppose I'll have to find the model that I need. At times I don't know why I even keep you around."
Because no one else would put up with your bullshit, thought Jamison, who was doing his best to stand still.
Watching as his boss sat on the edge of her desk, acting as if she didn't know that the hem of her skirt was sliding up her shapely thigh.
Acting as if she was unaware of the five thickening erections before her.
How many times had he seen it in the past?
He didn't know.
However, he sure as hell enjoyed the sight himself.
Oh well, maybe it will put her in a better mood for a few days, he thought. Then he shook his head because he knew better than that.
None of the models would say a word back to her. Not while they all still had hopes of getting work from her. If not this job, then maybe the next one.
Susan Griffith headed one of the larger Ad agencies in the country and there was no limit to how far a model could go if chosen by her for a major account.
All you had to do was get into her good graces.
Doing whatever it took to get noticed.
But right at this moment the only one getting noticed in the room was Susan. She had reached back to check her calendar, and as she leaned her skirt slipped even higher.
Up to reveal the top of the fine silk stockings she wore.
Up, to show over an inch of creamy smooth thigh. High enough to give an almost glimpse of her womanhood hiding in the shadows. Each man stared.
Trying to figure out if she was wearing anything under that tailored skirt or not.
Nervous hands wiped sweat off onto pants that suddenly felt much too small.
Each growing uncomfortable standing there before her, knowing that his cock was swelling up.
Making itself known to her.
Giving evidence to the excitement that was building. About what they were thinking of.
"It's late, and if I have to do all of that I better get busy."
Susan turned to Jamison, "And I'm not going to get much done with these pansies staring at me. Get them out of here, then get out of here yourself."
Jamison was pushing the models through the door as she went on.
"I'll lock up. Might as well, I have to do everything else."
Susan sat and glanced at the clock sitting on her desk. She figured it would take about five minutes.
Six minutes later her door opened.
"You're late," she muttered low enough not to be heard.
Chris Thomas walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Yes." Her words dropped to the floor, frosty and brittle.
Susan hadn't even looked up to see who it was. She knew. She had known who it would be from the moment she had first walked into the room.
Not that it would have made any difference.
They were all the same.
Meat!
Good looking meat, but in her butcher shop it came at less than a dime a pound.
"I just wanted to see you for a moment."
"Well you have. I think you know the way out."
"Now wait just a minute. I think I deserve an explanation if nothing else."
"I'm not looking for thinking. I certainly have no intention of paying you to think."
Susan made a production of closing her ledger.
"There's a look I need and I haven't found it yet," but she let her eyes wonder up and down the handsome model's frame.
She noticed that his erection was still testing the strength of his zipper.
The thick bulge made her want to lick her lips with anticipation.
"What is you're looking for?" he asked.
She glanced at her watch even though she knew very well what time it was. "It's very late, and I don't have time for this. As a matter-of-fact I was about ready to go home."
"How about if I give you a ride home and we could discuss it on the way?" Chris flashed Susan the smile that had gotten him into the heart, and bed, of every woman he had ever used it on.
"Well ... " she looked at him thoughtfully. "Perhaps."
Chris quickly crossed the room and took her hand.
"Good. It's settled. Shall we?" He helped her to her feet and waited patiently as she gathered her things.
It was a short drive to her penthouse apartment. Somehow they never had a chance to talk about the account.
Chris was somewhat upset that she didn't make comment on his car. It was costing him plenty, those payments were murder, but every other lady he had driven around had been highly impressed.
Image.
It was the cornerstone of the business. Image.
Susan's penthouse spoke volumes about her position and wealth.
Everything in it was new, expensive.
And there was a lot of it, because the place was vast.
Chris tried to hold back how shocked he was.
How impressed he was with the place.
Instead he closed the door behind them, then reached to take Susan in his arms. Annoyed when he somehow just missed her.
"Do be a dear and get me a drink. You'll find the bar over there," she pointed.
What, it's the fuck'n butlers night off, he wanted to ask. But he managed to choke back the remark, concentrating on getting their drinks.
When he brought them in, he found Susan slumped back quite comfortably on a sofa. Her skirt had once again slid up to the tops of her stockings.
Now her blouse had the first two buttons open, displaying a nice bit of breast flesh.
"Here, sit," but rather than pointing to the wide space next to her, Susan indicated a small footstool in front of her.
Chris handed her the drink and took his seat.
Susan smiled.
This is almost too easy, she thought. There's nothing to this boy at all. Just one more playtoy for me to use. Then dispose.
Raising one leg, Susan plunked her high heel down on Chris's well muscled thigh.
"My feet are sore. Rub them for me."
He gave her a hallow smile, slipped off her shoe, and began rubbing her foot, but it was easy to see he wasn't happy about it.
He couldn't hide the fact that things weren't quite going the way he had hoped.
Susan gave a soft moan. Her feet had been sore, and after a long day this felt so good.
She didn't know if it was that Chris was so good at rubbing her feet, or if it was because she had been able to order him to do it.
"That's nice, but I'm sure it would be much better with my stockings out of the way."
That set his eyes glowing.
Chris was all too eager to run his hands up under her skirt. To touch the silky skin of her thigh. Finding her skin warm to his touch. Almost hot.
He fumbled a bit with the clasps, then started pulling the nylons off.
"Be careful you clod! Those are expensive. Roll them down gently," her voice changing from warm to stern.
Chris jerked his head up to stare at her. Suddenly he wasn't sure what was going on here. He thought that he had gotten her pretty mellow.
He had been about to go for the kill, but now....
He rolled the nylons off her long legs and dropped the little silk balls to the floor.
He had just started to slide his hands back up her thigh when she smiled and said, "Now kiss my feet."
Chris grimaced. "I don't think I...."
"It really turns me on," her voice dropping. Becoming deep and sultry.
And turn up her heat was what he wanted to do.
Turn it up so fucking far she couldn't wait to suck on his cock.
So even though he found it to be degrading, he dipped his head to plant a brushing kiss to top of her foot.
"No, I need to feel your lips and your tongue."
He tried again, pressing his lips just a little harder.
"Get closer," and she pulled her foot just enough to force Chris to move as his lips chased it. Bringing him off the footstool and down to the carpet.
Putting him on his knees!
Kneeling before her. Waiting to do her bidding.
"Now let me feel it."
Chris cradled her ankle, holding her just right so he could move his lips around her entire foot, bathing it with light kisses.
"Kiss my foot. Adore feeling it."
Susan leaned further back into the sofa. It was so hard for her not to break out laughing.
It was so easy to reduce this "man" to the wimp she knew him to be.
They had both known from the moment she had opened her door that he would do anything to please her.
Now she wanted to find the barriers ... And crush them!
Of course Chris had thought that she would be caught by his manly charms, and that she would be unable to resist him after he had had his sexual way with her.
Sure that she'd then be more than happy to hire him after giving her a sample taste of his gymnastic prowess.
So endearing him to her that she would be begging to make him her next supermodel.
He never dreamed that she was only leading him along.
Or how much she loved to crush the dreams of others.
"Yes. Keep kissing, but start moving up my leg." Alright, he thought. Now we're getting somewhere.
Chris planted quick kisses on her calf, moving himself around as he got ready for an assault on her sex.
Her hand roughly pushed his head back down. "Not so fast. Do it right. I don't want you to miss an inch of skin."
It became a bit of a battle.
Chris trying to move his kissing lips up along her satiny leg, always pushing up. Against Susan's hand resting on his head, pressing down as she guided his wet mouth around.
By the time he reached her thigh it was Chris, not Susan, that was getting incredibly turned on.
In making herself more open to his questing lips, Susan's thighs had fallen open, her skirt rising higher.
Now when he got at the right angle he could see the light reflecting off the moistness forming on the center slit of her womanhood.
He could smell her heat.
He wanted it!
And she knew.
Every time he made a move toward her sex, her hands pushed him further away.
Already he had felt the need to reach down and adjust his cock through his clothes. His erection was becoming painful.
It had waited so long, trapped, unused in his pants.
"You look so hot. Why don't you take you shirt off?"
Chris all but leaped up. He popped a few buttons off while struggling to get out of his shirt.
Bouncing on one foot, he looked like a bad clown act in his haste to kick his shoes off. Then came his pants.
Susan quietly stared as he unveiled the beauty he was so proud of.
Just like the rest of him, it was a woman's fantasy come to life.
Susan's tongue flicked over her bright red lips at the first sight of that horse sized cock.
It's purple head seemed to be looking around, as if it could smell hot pussy.
Chris could read how excited she was.
He had seen that cock hunger may times in the past, etched in the faces of beautiful women to numerous to keep track of.
Slowly he stroked his meat.
Massaging it.
Forcing more fresh blood into the already swollen head.
And just as slowly he moved closer to Susan, letting her watch his purple cock head bounce and sway as he cut down the distance between them.
Until he would be there on top of her.
He'd take her right there on the fuck'n sofa.
He'd show her how what kind of a man she was trying to jerk around.
Then he'd drag her ass into the bedroom where he'd really show her something.
Fucking her all night long.
Chris couldn't wait to get his cock past that sharp tongue....
Stuffing that loud mouth....
Gagging back those cutting remarks....
Until she was no more than putty, waiting for him to reshape.
Just a two more steps and....
Susan stopped him with a foot to his stomach.
Not hard enough to hurt, but more than sufficient to stop his advance.
"You're not finished," she said, her legs so wide spread that her pussy was all but winking at him.
The dark curly hairs calling to him.
"Damn right I'm not." Now it was his turn to stare. Right at that glistening puss.
Hot and wet....
Begging for him to stuff his cock into it. "My foot."
"Huh?" What was she babbling about?
Let's stop this nonsense and get on with it, he wanted to scream.
"You only kissed one of my feet. You have one more to go," she said evenly, not giving any indication of how the sight of that fabulous cock was affecting her.
As if she was barely aware that he was in the same room with her.
"Fine, whatever."
Chris dropped to the floor to kiss her foot.
He had to do something about his cock soon before he went nuts, and if this was what it was going to take, then....
"I want to feel that slippery little tongue of yours everywhere," she said softly as he kissed her foot....
Lavishing it with kisses....
His mouth feeling extremely dry from doing so.
He was about to move up her ankle when Susan pushed at his head with her other foot.
"Don't forget to get between my toes."
It was humiliating.
She was totally ridiculing him.
But he knew that it was too late.
He had had his chance to stand up to her before.
Now he was being ruled by the throbbing of his cock, and the only way he was ever going to be able to answer it's call was to do whatever she asked.
She was treating him like dirt and making him love it, all because he needed her so bad.
So he sucked each toe.
His rasping tongue cleaning the little digits individually. Tickling the soft webbing between her toes.
Susan made little meowing sounds in the back of her throat.
This was what life was supposed to be.
Having some handsome, brainless, hunk waiting to comply with her slightest wish. Pampering her the way she should be treated.
Making her feel so good.
But not as good as she wanted.
No, she wanted so much more.
Turning her tiny ankle, Susan moved her foot under his mouth. It acted as a guide to start Chris kissing up the side of her leg.
As he worked his way up she could feel his hot breath on her skin. With his excitement building, his breathing was coming in shorter gulps.
Almost panting.
Her upper thighs were wet.
On the outside from Chris's slurping, wet kisses. Her inner thigh skin was damp from her own copious juices.
Chris had bunched her skirt up around her waist by pushing it with his nose as he worked his way up her leg, leaving Susan all but naked.
She turned onto one hip, thrusting the globes of her ass in his face.
"Kiss my ass. Kiss it all over," she said breathily.
Her breathing was becoming labored, not from any effort on her part, but from her exhilaration as this hunk continued to thrill her.
Quickly responding to her every whim.
Kissing and lightly using his teeth to nip at her ass cheeks, wanting to work around to where he could get a taste of her sweet nectar.
"My crack. Tongue out my crack," her breathing was so hard now that she could hardly get the words out.
Surprisingly there was no hesitation.
He pressed his face into her lower cleavage. Breathing in deeply her heady smell.
There was no fight left to the boy, Chris just slid his tongue down between her fleshy mounds.
Susan owned him completely now!
"Clean out my ass-hole!" she cried out.
Under different circumstances Chris would have just told her to fuck herself, but his lust clouded mind could only respond in one way now.
To obey.
Instantly!
Thrilling Susan with the feel of his tongue slithering it's way into her tight pucker.
Pleasuring her as he tried not to think about how she was controlling him so easily....
Forcing him do these disgusting things....
Denying him the fucking he needed so desperately.
Making him love it!
Susan couldn't take any more of this. She had been using Chris to tease herself with.
Just by ordering him around, she been able to trigger a small orgasm.
The oral bath he had given her legs had brought her to the brink of another.
Now as he ate out her ass he had also pushed her over to finish her second cum.
But now she was ready for the main event!
Spinning around, she brought her leg over his head, holding it out wide.
Before he had a chance to move, Chris found himself with his face laying in the soupy swamp of Susan's pussy.
He never even gave thought to what he was to do, he just started licking and sucking.
Moving his tongue in long strokes, covering her puss top to bottom.
She had smelled so good, but now that he was able to taste her, he found her juices to be surprisingly tart.
Not that it made any difference.
Not that he had a choice.
The loud moaning told him that she was enjoying what he was doing.
Chris made the strokes a little longer.
Brushing his tongue over the ring of her ass-hole as he started each long lick.
Swirling the pink taster over her clit at the end.
Lapping her stem to stem.
Susan opened her blouse and pushed down on the thin lacy cups of her bra. Pulling out her breasts so she could get at them.
Touching each nipple with just the very tip of a slender finger.
Just enough to brush against the sensitive little buds.
To stimulate them....
Make them hungry for more attention ... Building her own bliss.
Taunting herself until couldn't stand it any longer....
Grabbing a firm hold on each....
Twisting them back and forth.
Just like she knew the models had wanted to do this afternoon.
"Get that tongue deep inside. Clean out my cunt. Make me feel it!"
Chris stretched his taster out as far as possible, reaching high into her sex.
Lapping up her juicy spend.
Twisting his tongue around at first to swab her out, Chris then held it as stiff as he could.
Using it like a tiny cock to fuck her with.
Susan's hips were jerking and bouncing all over the sofa as Chris drove his oral spear into her.
"Just the clit. Suck on my clit 'til I cum all over your worthless face!"
Spreading her labia with his thumbs to expose the tender little morsel, Chris attacked it.
Rolling it over and over with the stirring action of his tongue.
"Harder. Faster!" she chanted.
She massaged her chest with one hand, while using the other to push his face further into her cunt.
Flattening his tongue out, Chris did as he was ordered.
Now his wiggling taster felt like living sandpaper as rasped across her most sensitive of places.
Incessantly grinding away at it.
Lifting her to heaven time after time.
Her bucking hips were inching Susan across the sofa.
Making such a moving target of her succulent pussy that Chris finally had to take a firm hold on her hips, pushing them into the cushions to keep her still.
"Suck that cunt dry! Do it cuntlicker!"
She loved what that swiftly moving tongue was doing to her, but her pussy was burning with a greater need.
All of this had gotten her ready....
Hotter than hell....
Now she needed to feel that beautiful cock inside her pussy. Now!
Susan shoved Chris away from her crotch, brutally kicking him to the floor.
Bewildered, he lay there panting, his thick cock pointing up to the ceiling.
Susan jumped on top of him, straddling his hips. She had to use both hands to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock.
"This thing had better stay good and hard," she warned as she guided the purple head toward her slit.
Chris nodded his head hard, and let out a loud groan as Susan lowered herself down on his prick.
Her insides were scolding as she bounced up and down twice just on the fat knob....
Then dropped her entire weight on him.
Swallowing his incredible length all at once.
"Fucking Christ yes! You just keep that cock hard ... " she cried as she began to ride him. "I really need it."
She was making little circles with her butt on him. Rotating his shaft around, as she pulled off her blouse and bra.
Chris watched as her tits jiggled and swayed. The hard nipples pointing straight at him.
"Take them in your hands. Play with them."
Susan rested her hands on his broad, muscled chest, leaning on it....
Using it as a base to push against....
Raising her ass almost high enough to pull his cock out....
Then slamming down hard!
"That feels so good," Chris moaned.
"Shut the fuck up. Squeeze my tits."
It was about all he could do with them. With all her weight on top of his chest, he couldn't raise his head far enough to nibble on the red cones tipping her breasts.
But his big hands could nearly cover her chest, and he dug his fingers deep into her soft mounds. "Yeah, just like that. Squeeze them harder."
Her hips were pounding on him as she impaled herself.
Driving that monster cock all the way to her stomach.
Gouging herself with it.
Rippling waves of orgasm spreading through her body.
Each one building on the strength of the last.
Slamming her pussy down harder as she felt the pressure building.
"Almost ... keep it there ... don't you fucking shoot off yet," she wailed.
She was flailing like a madwoman.
Jerking up and down, grinding painfully into his crotch.
But he loved it!
Chris could feel her cumming.
Her hot cream was squirting out of her cunt.
He couldn't think of when his cock had every been held so delightfully tight in a woman's snatch.
He squeezed her tits harder and concentrated on holding back his own release.
Trying to time it with hers.
Suddenly she let out a shriek!
"YES!"
Her body pulsed with the beautiful climax she had been building for so long.
Susan suddenly jumped off the thick cock, and dropped her pussy on Chris's face.
"Eat it all you fucker!"
Chris started to complain, but it only managed to stick his tongue deep inside her steaming tunnel.
Her cunt was pumping a steady stream of juice for him to drink down, which also acted to gag him.
But he was going crazy!
He hadn't gotten off yet....
But was so close to it he had to do something!
He tried reaching for it, to beat off, but Susan's knees were on his upper arms. Trapping them uselessly at his sides only inches away from where he needed to grab.
She had his mouth and nose covered with her cunt, and as he struggled she sat down, cutting off his air.
Smothering him!
When he stopped trying to reach for himself she leaned back so he could gulp down some air.
Susan basked in the radiance of that stunning orgasm, her pussy still pumping like crazy.
She carefully waited until Chris's cock began to wilt from being left alone for so long before she got up.
"What was that all about?" he asked, wiping her sticky goo from his face.
"Just getting what I needed."
"Well I sure as hell didn't!"
Susan smoothed her skirt back down. "I hadn't noticed. I guess that it's just too bad."
"Too bad! I'll show you...."
She picked up her blouse, and slipped it on.
"You'll do nothing!" she snapped. "So don't ruin a pleasant evening by complaining, just run along like a good boy."
"But I get the job?" there was a tremble to his voice.
"I haven't decided yet. Don't worry, if I think of anything I need from you, I'll call." The whole time her eyes never strayed from his dangling prick.
Susan turned and left the room, leaving a discouraged Chris to tuck his hungrily throbbing cock away and slink out by himself.
She was happy though.
The combination of orgasms and crushing someone under her heel always made her feel great.
TWO
"Katie ... Katie ... Katie" The chant got louder and louder.
Katherine Willis was surrounded. Her blonde-haired, five foot five frame almost buried in a sea of bodies.
She pulled over a chair. Stepping up on it, she motioned with her hands to quiet them down.
"Come on, the rest of the building is going to start wondering what's going on in here."
"As soon as word gets around that we got the Milikin account they'll all be cheering too," someone yelled.
"It's not all that big a ... " Katie started.
"A few million here or there I'd call big," shouted another voice.
Katie laughed and ran her fingers through her long hair.
"Alright then, it is a big deal."
"Yeah!" they chorused.
"And maybe we do have a little something to celebrate."
"Yea!"
Even standing on the chair, Katie wasn't high enough to see where the sound of popping champagne bottles came from.
"But I do know...."
A glass of bubbly was put in her hands.
"That it wouldn't have happened without all of your hard work. Here's to the best damn staff any agency ever had," she saluted her glass, then drained it.
Her staff cheered on loudly while draining their own glasses.
It was all nice of her to say these things, but they all knew that this job had been hers. And hers alone.
Katie had heard that Milikin was shopping around, and had put together a campaign by herself nearly overnight.
It was her willingness to spread the credit around to others that had so endeared Katie to her employees. They all knew she'd go the extra steps for them, and in return, they'd willingly do anything for her.
More champagne was passed, and Katie signaled for quiet once more.
"But I do have one more thing to say. Get to work!"
It suddenly got deadly quiet.
"Tomorrow that is," she laughed. "Enjoy yourselves."
There was more cheering.
A cart laden with food was wheeled in. With the sound of more corks being popped the celebration started in earnest.
Katie happily made the rounds, shaking hands, and joining into bits of conversation.
She hadn't been kidding when she referred to this group as the best staff going. They all worked hard, and more importantly, she individually liked them all.
Still she had work to do. She had spent more time celebrating with the troops than she had planned on.
There were several loose ends to take care of to get the Milikin account rolling.
By the time she got to her spacious office she also realized that she had drank a bit more than she should have.
She wasn't drunk, but there was a nice little buzz in her head and she was happy to drop into her comfortable chair.
Katie stared at the big file waiting for her attention. She knew that she should get started, but her mind drifted.
Thinking of Scott.
That playful, yet sensuous mouth.
His big, tanned body.
They had been seeing each other for the last two months, but he had been called away this last week for business.
Things had been pretty hectic for her while he was out of town, but not so much that she didn't miss him.
Miss being with him.
The feeling of his body next to hers as they lay in bed.
She missed making love to him. He always made her feel so special. So much a woman.
Especially when his cock was pumping inside of her.
And the alcohol in her bloodstream reminded her exactly how horny she was getting.
She dug out a card with the number of the hotel he was staying at on it.
Dialing quickly, she was surprised when Scott picked up the line.
"I didn't expect you to be there. I think I'm even more surprised to find you alone," she said.
"Today's meeting ended a bit early, and is that a note of jealousy I detect?"
"Maybe. A good looking guy alone, out on the town. I figured you'd have found something to occupy yourself with."
Scott laughed. "Just like I can see you surrounded by a bunch of those models that are always hanging around. You'll probably be so sore by time I get back, you won't want me to touch you for a week."
"More like I won't let you out of bed for at least a week."
"Why, miss me?"
"Let's just say that you better build up your strength for when you get back," she giggled devilishly.
"Where are you?"
"At work. Where else?"
"And you talk like that at work? What will your little worker bees think?"
"They're all busy with a party right now. And with my door closed, they don't know what the hell I'm saying or doing." She kicked the chair back and put her feet up on the desk.
"Is that with or without your male hunks in there?"
"Ohh, you."
"That explains it."
"Explains what?"
"You had a bit to drink, got horny, and thought you'd check up on me."
"Not entirely," she said. "But you may be right on the first two."
"If it makes you feel any better, I've been hard as a rock just thinking of you."
"Well it does, but it doesn't."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm glad that I can cause you that kind of problem...."
"Oh thanks," Scott tossed in. "But that won't change anything. I'm still horny as hell."
"Me to. In fact the more we talk about it, the harder my dick gets."
"You aren't helping by saying things like that," she giggled again.
"Well, we may have to do something that will help."
Katie sat up, suddenly excited.
"You're coming home early?"
"No. Wish I could, but it will be another couple of days anyway."
"Oh," her disappointment all but dripped through the phone line.
"Well what is it you want to do?"
"Make love with you, silly."
"So what's stopping us?"
"Other than about a thousand miles?"
"Let's try this then, what's the first thing you'd like me to do when I get back?"
"I want to feel your hands on me," Katie answered, somewhat puzzled.
"Where?"
"On my breasts." She felt her face beginning to color. She wasn't used to talking like this. "So show me. Touch yourself."
"That's crazy. What if...."
"You yourself said that no one would know, that they're all busy. Just lock your door and come back."
Katie took another sip of champagne, then ran over to lock her door just as Scott requested.
"Now rub your breasts. Does that feel good?"
The whole thing seemed rather stupid, but she went along with the game.
"Yes."
"Of course it does, but think of how much better it would be if you reached inside your blouse."
"But...."
"The door's locked, don't worry. Just unbutton your blouse."
She wasn't sure why she was going along with this at all, but Katie undid the first two buttons on her blouse.
She had just finished when Scott continued. "See how much better it is with skin touching skin?"
"Yes." This time the voice trembled a little. It actually did feel good.
Katie could feel her nipples starting to swell, pressing against her bra.
"So pull your breast out. Let it have some fresh air. Look at it and tell me what you see."
Katie complied and looked down. "My hand isn't as big as yours. I can't take all of my breast in it like you do."
"And?"
"My nipple ... it's getting hard."
"So's my cock. Take your nipple and rub it. Pretend it's me doing it."
Scott heard air hiss through her teeth and knew that she was doing exactly as he told her.
He reached to undo his belt, tugging his zipper down.
"Let's not forget the other nipple. I want it now."
Katie cradled the phone between her shoulder and chin so that she could free her other breast, taking each red bud with her fingers.
"I wish that I was there to pop those beauties in my mouth. I love to chew on them until they get really hard," Scott told her.
She started moaning, "That would be so nice, to feel, your licking tongue on them."
Her fingers were twisting and turn both nipples, teasing herself.
"I wish you were sucking them now."
"If I were there right now I'd mash your titties together and stick my cock up in between them. Have you ever had your tits fucked before?"
She had never even heard of such a thing before, but now that the image had been put in her mind she couldn't get rid of it.
Seeing his cock poking out from the valley of her breasts....
It's swollen head pointing at her, staring her in the face....
Ready to fire at any moment.
God but it excited her!
"No, never. But it sounds wonderful"
"And it would feel even better. Squeezing those tits while I pumped away. You are squeezing your tits for me aren't you?"
"Oh yes. But isn't there somewhere else you'd rather put that beautiful penis?"
"I'm talking about my cock. My fucking hard cock. The one I want to ram into you until your pussy is so sore you can't stand up by yourself."
"Oh yes!"
This was crazy. Scott had never talked to her like this before.
And what about what she was doing.
Sitting in her office playing with herself like this. Just what was she doing?
"Did you hear me?"
"What?" Her mind had drifted off for a moment or two.
"I said spread your legs so you can get at your pussy."
"But ... I'm wearing pantyhose ... they're in the way."
"Don't be silly. Take them off." Katie rose unsteadily to her feet. Her knees were shaking, and not from the champagne.
All of this was affecting her more than she had thought.
She gave the door a glance as if expecting it to tell her that she was safe, that it was still locked. When the door didn't say anything, she shrugged her shoulders, hiked up her skirt, and pulled off her pantyhose.
As she picked the phone back up, Scott began to speak. "Now that you're back, I want you to spread your legs wide open. So wide that I can see your pussy from here. Then reach down there and tell me what you find."
"I'm so ... hot. My vagina, I mean, my pussy is very wet."
"Wet enough for me to fuck?"
"God but I wish you could."
"My cock is ready to do it. It's sticking straight out like a bar of steel. Almost looks like it's sniffing around, trying to find your pussy."
"Ahhh," Katie sighed. It would be so wonderful to have that cock in front of her right now.
She longed to be able to touch it's smooth surface.
To feel it's stiffness in her hand.
Rubbing it until he was so hard that he'd throw her down on the bed and take her.
Her fingers were playing with her outer pussy lips. The puffy little flaps were all moist and had glued themselves together.
"I can feel your hand closing on my cock. You're drawing patterns on it with your fingernail, really lightly. The tip of my dong is bouncing up and down."
Katie jammed the phone against her shoulder again, so she could free her hand to caress her tingling breasts.
"Is your pussy ready for my cock?"
"It's dripping wet. It wants you. I want you. You're driving me crazy. You know that don't you?"
"Let me hear it. Put the phone down there so I can hear it when I stick my cock in."
This was nuts.
Wonderfully insane.
And she did it.
Held the receiver between her wide spread thighs as she inserted a finger. It was sensational! Her pussy was so hungry. She needed this so much. So she added a second finger.
The wet walls of her cunt closing down on them.
Scott heard the wet, slurping noise made by those fingers as they traveled in and out.
That moist sucking sound that told him how tightly her cunt muscles were as they clamped down to hold on to her fingers.
How he wished that he were there to lick those fingers clean.
Or better still, to be able to stuff his erection into her rather than having to pump it by hand.
She had surprised him by going along with this.
He had felt sure that she would stop the game long before it really got started. But now it sounded like she was truly enjoying herself.
There would be no way that he could explain how stimulating he found this.
The only thing that could make it better would be if he could actually watch her as she finger fucked herself.
Just thinking about it made him tighten his grip on his cock....
Stroking it faster....
Feeling his nuts fill with cream.
"Do you hear it?" Katie had moved the phone back up to her shoulder.
"Can you hear how wet you've made me? God but I want your cock!"
"Sounds like there's fuck sauce everywhere."
"There is. There is."
"Well there's about to be more, cause I've got a full load ready, and I'm about to shoot it off. I want you to cum with me."
"Yes, I'm ready."
"I don't think so. You need to get your other hand down there, and play with your clit."
Digging her heels into the carpet, Katie spread her legs further. Her tits felt strangely alone when her loving hand dropped to join it's mate.
Gently she rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Moaning with pleasure as she did so.
"That is good isn't it. I can tell. You look so good doing that, so tasty. You're making me so fucking horny, I'm about to cum. Here listen."
Scott moved the phone so she could hear the slapping as his hand flew over his long shaft.
"I want your cock," she screamed. "I want to feel it inside me."
"And I want to cum all over you."
"Yes."
Both hands dug into the steaming swamp of her cunt.
"Shooting hot cum on your belly."
"Yes."
So very close, just a few more seconds until ... "I'm gonna cover your tits with my cream."
"Please."
Katie clawed at her clit.
"Then I'll spray my spunk all over your face."
"YES!"
"I'm ... gonna...."
"CUM!" they shouted in unison.
Scott sent thick wads of spunk shooting out, forming a pool where they landed on the hotel carpet.
By the time she finished, both of Katie's hands were thickly coated with her spend.
"God babe ... that was ... incredible!" Scott got out between panting breaths.
"I love you. You're crazy but I love you" Katie moaned sweet and low.
"Just wait 'til you get the real thing."
"Like I said, save your strength. You'll need it."
"I'll work on it. Gotta go."
"Me to. And Scott?"
"Yeah."
"Call me again will you?"
They were both smiling most contentedly as they hung up.
THREE
Susan Was smiling as she headed toward her office.
It was a sight that struck fear in the hearts of those who had to work for her. You never tell what kind of a mood she was really in when she appeared to be happy.
She smiled quite broadly when she was about to end someone's career.
Jamison was especially concerned, but then he knew something that she didn't. Yet.
Susan could feel the eyes on her as she passed through the offices. She knew that everyone was doing their best to get a reading on her. Trying to figure out what direction she might be coming from today.
It was almost enough to make her laugh.
It wouldn't make any difference to them if they knew what she had in mind, because she excelled at keeping people off balance.
To keep them guessing.
So long as they were unsure, then she had that much more control over them. And she savored control.
like the control she had over Chris last night. Twisting him around her little finger. Adding him to her collection like adding a charm to a bracelet.
It was like a drug.
One that gave her the ultimate high.
Sex was fine and all, something she truly enjoyed, but there was nothing like the rush you got when guided the actions of another person.
Making them think one thing, while you were setting them up for something entirely different.
The further you could take it, then the bigger the rush.
The more of the drug that pumped through her system.
There was a rush last night, but it had been too easy. The sex had turned out to be much better than the high.
Almost disappointing in that aspect.
It was something she had done so many times that she could probably do it in her sleep. What she needed was a bigger challenge.
A real test of her skills.
She had one that was just starting, but it was going to take a good deal of time before it all came together. Once it did she'd all but own this building.
Chairman of the board had a pleasant sound to it.
And the control that position would give her....
The very thought made her tremble.
Even her nipples snapped to attention.
But that was in the future. What she needed was something here and now.
In the meanwhile there were all the dull, hum drum things to do.
Files to read, reports to get ready, all the things that she hated about the job.
And she still had to find the right model to use for the Milikin proposal.
Susan had some good ideas for that one, and if nothing else worked out there would be Chris.
Maybe he wasn't perfect, but his cock would certainly do.
Unconsciously she squeezed her thighs together while thinking of him.
He did have certain things going for him. He wasn't gay.
She knew that she outright owned him.
And that monster he tucked into his tight fitting pants made her see lights, colors and whoosh.
Even if he didn't work out for the Milikin account she might give him another try. like on a long weekend.
Just to see what it would take to completely break him.
She chuckled thinking what a decorative house pet he would make. And how much she'd enjoy teaching him how to fetch, or sit.
Susan was half way through her first stack of files, and her second cup of coffee, when her eyes caught the headline on one of the trade papers.
"Jamison!"
The walls vibrated from her bellowing shout. Her door opened, and Bob Jamison's head popped into view.
"Why wasn't I told about the Milikin contract?"
This was worse than Jamison had expected. His boss almost looked like a cartoon character with her nostrils flaring, all but snorting real flame.
Hate lines radiated from her forehead, and the way her hair was moving from her barely controlled anger, it looked like she did have steam blasting out from both sides of her head.
"I thought...."
"Yes!"
"Well ... " gulp. "I thought that you already knew about...."
Susan slammed her hand down on her desk.
"How could I know if nobody told me!"
"I ... ahh, that is we ... when...."
"Enough! Get me everything you can on it. And get me the file on," her eyes scanned the newspaper page for a name. "Katherine Willis."
"Right," Bob said, and disappeared. Happy to get away from the lioness's den.
Katherine Willis.
Susan played the name over in her head again and again. Each time she wanted to spit.
That damned goody-goody.
If it had been anyone other than her, Susan would have figured that they would have had to taken old man Milikin to bed to take the contract away.
Hell, even Susan had tried to butter the old guy up by sending him a few tender little morsels to put a smile on his face.
Some of her very best.
So good, in fact, that even she was tempted to take them to bed.
But he had sent them packing. Unused and unopened.
Willis.
She worked over at Clayton and Spinrad. The new, up and coming wonder girl.
Actually she was good. Maybe too good.
She had almost single handily turned that agency around. Turning them into a name to be reckoned with again.
And now the bitch had gotten the Milikin account.
Susan's account!
The contract that was going to pave the way for her into the chairman's office. Well, she'd still get there, but it would mean a change in plans.
It also meant that something would have to be done about this Willis bitch.
Susan felt the need to show the girl the error of her ways. And it would have to be something special.
Something to take care of that goody-goody image.
Something that would take her out of the way. Permanently!
This was just the challenge she had been looking for, and her mind was running rampant with ideas.
Jamison entered quietly, and sneaked over to her desk. He laid the files down and made a bee line for the door.
"And what do you think you're doing?"
"Just heading back to my desk. Things piling up you know."
"So you rush off without seeing if this was all I needed? Not waiting for further instruction?"
Oh God, he thought, she's on a roll. "Am I to suppose that I'm not important enough to warrant a few of your precious moments of time . "
"No, it's not that. Only I've...."
"Shut-up!"
Steam was coming out her ears again.
"I'm getting tired of your screw-ups! I should throw your ass out for not getting hold of me the instant you found out about this," she flared.
"Like I said, I thought...."
"Don't think. Stick to things you can do, like licking boots."
Susan ignored Bob as she began to go over the files he had brought in.
He waited for several uncomfortable minutes in silence.
"So is there anything else I can do for you."
"Yes. Come over here." She never looked up from her reading.
Susan drummed her fingers on the desk top. Jamison shivered.
He stepped over to the side of her desk and waited some more.
The tapping of her fingers was maddening.
"On your knees," she said, still not looking at him.
Not again, he thought.
Long, red nails like daggers, kept drumming away. The tapping long since turning to a pounding.
"Under the desk."
Jamison's stomach knotted, but he never said a word. It had never helped in the past, she doubted it would make a difference now.
He quietly crawled under the large oak desk.
Every time he did this he was sure that he'd die of embarrassment.
He had the constant fear that someone would come into her office and discover him there....
See what he was doing....
Know his little secret.
There wasn't much room down there, but he managed to turn his body around to face his boss.
Looking at her, eye to cunt!
Susan very rarely wore panties and this was one reason why.
She had discovered long ago that few things were better for soothing her nerves than a tongue lapping away at her womanhood.
It didn't make any difference if it was a willing tongue or not, so long as it got the job done.
And Jamison knew better than to disappoint her.
He very carefully lifted her skirt, pushing it up toward her waist in such a way that it wouldn't get wrinkled.
He didn't want to think of how she'd react if that happened.
Then she did him the favor of setting back in the chair, shifting her weight to move her crotch closer to the edge of the seat cushion.
Making it easier for his tongue to reach.
She was nice that way.
He took a deep breath and started licking.
He had a feeling it was going to be a long morning.
Susan had to stifle a sigh that nearly escaped when Jamison first started in with his task.
It was just what she needed, but she wasn't about to let him know how good it felt.
Not that Jamison was that good, he was barely competent. But he wouldn't refuse her. And he'd go on licking her all day long if she didn't stop him.
She might just test his endurance today.
As he serviced her, she continued her reading.
Somewhere in here was the key to the revenge she was planning.
There were pages filled with garbage having to do with the agency. Several of them reprinted headlines telling of the comet like rise of Katherine (Katie) Willis.
Tomorrows advertising superstar.
Well Katie, Susan thought, all that's about to change.
When I'm done with you, you'll be lucky if you find work in this town. Then Susan chuckled.
Maybe she'd hire the girl. She could have Jamison's job.
Picturing the girl in Bob's current position, face buried in her crotch, sent a shiver up her spine. And she'd spend a lot of time down there. Susan would see to that.
She'd also take great delight in breaking the woman.
And she'd be thankful for it too, Susan thought, a bright smile on her face. Grateful for a chance to stay in the business.
Susan would work her ass off.
Literally.
Another shiver ran through her. This time it was from Jamison.
He had finished his preliminaries of kissing along her thighs, and across her outer vaginal lips.
Now he peeled her labia open with his thumbs, and speared his tongue deep inside.
"Yes!" she softly hissed. "That's what I need. Suck me."
But just as quickly she all but fell into a state of depression.
There was nothing in Katie's file that could be used against her.
Usually Susan's research team was able to find some little nugget which they included in these special files that would be of value to her.
Everybody had something that they didn't want the world to know about.
Something that could be used to blackmail them.
Something she could use to destroy them.
At least that's what Susan believed.
Nothing like that showed itself in Katie's back-round check, nor in her college records.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Angry, she took it out by clamping her legs tight around Jamison's head.
Feeling him squirm under her made her feel a little better.
As Bob found it harder to breath, he did the only thing he could. He drove his tongue into her dripping cunt faster and fasten
Lapping at her for his life.
The added pleasure relaxing Susan to the point that she let Jamison have air again.
Still, she did like to clamp down from time to time just to make him squirm some more.
But there it was!
Her single chance.
Katie had a lover.
The affair was new enough that there wasn't much available on the man other than his name. Scott Murphy.
That would be the way she did it. The way to crush Katie. To bring her in line. All she had to do was control Scott. And control was what she did best. If he was any kind of a man, she'd have him groveling at her feet.
Susan's mind floated off, thinking how nice it would be to arrange it for Katie to find her man in bed with her.
To turn him against the woman he thought he loved.
To let her watch them having fun together.
Fucking each other into oblivion.
She was already tingling as if a live wire was set loose inside her before Jamison centered his tongue on her clit.
But the pleasure that wiggling taster gave her was only a small sample, a preview of the high she'd get once she ground Katie under her heel!
FOUR
Scott Was exhausted by the time he got back to the hotel. He was one of an army of lawyers hammering out a merger deal between two good sized companies.
And they were all under the gun.
There was an unfriendly take-over in the works that threatened to spoil the entire thing.
As a result, Scott was subjected to what seemed like an endless string of meetings. The longer this thing dragged out, the longer the meetings got.
He had started at seven this morning, and a quick glance at his watch told him that it was now almost midnight.
The only thought he had in his head was to get to collapse in bed and sleep the sleep of the dead.
Well not quite.
He also thought of Katie.
How much he missed her.
How he wished that she were here to share that otherwise empty bed with him.
The phone sex they had shared the night before had been nice, but it couldn't take the place of the real thing.
Scott stopped briefly at the main desk to check for messages. There were a few phone messages that he could deal with in the morning, and there was a letter.
It had his name on it, but there was no address. Obviously it had been dropped off for him rather than being mailed. But who?
Quickly he tore it open. "I'm upstairs waiting. Come join me in bed
Leave the light off, it's more romantic."
Katie
Katie!
She'd come to surprise him. Suddenly Scott wasn't nearly as tired as he had been.
He all but ran to the elevator.
It was hard to stand still during the ride to his floor, and he helped pry the doors open so he could get out that much faster.
He fumbled for his keys as he jogged down the hall to his room.
Opening the door, he reached in, his hand searching around for the light switch.
Then he remembered.
Leave the light off, it's more romantic.
The blood pounding in his veins didn't point toward romance right now, his cock was already swelling up just knowing she was inside.
But if that's what she wanted, then....
"Honey? You there?" he said softly.
"Huh? Mmumph."
"I'm sorry it's so late. You sound half asleep."
"Uh huh. Mmumph...."
"Let's see if this perks you up any," Scott said as he began peeling off his clothes.
Once he was naked, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out for Katie.
She was curled up in a warm ball under the covers.
Scott smiled as he slipped his hand under the blanket, running his hand along the nylon teddy she wore.
Quickly she sat up, gave him a brushing kiss on the mouth that almost missed, then she dove for his groin.
"Oh yes. I've been thinking about you all day."
Fingers wrapped around his erection, gently pumping it....
"I've missed you honey," Scott moaned. His cock ballooning to new heights.
Then there was a light brushing on his cock head as hair moved across his swollen gland, almost tickling as the fine strands slid over his skin.
Followed by a hot, wet mouth!
"Yes, suck me. Wrap-those...."
Lips closed around the crown of Scott's cock, and for a moment he thought he'd cum right then.
He looked down at her in the dark and thought that Katie must really have missed him a lot.
It wasn't like her to do something like this.
A velvety tongue made slow, lingering circles around his knob....
Teasing....
Getting him ready.
What was that she had said about building up his strength? Well her hot mouth was sure doing one hell of a job of building something up.
That sweet, sucking mouth....
It was turning into a night of surprises. He certainly hadn't expected her to show up like this, and it was unusual for her to lick his prick.
In fact....
"Ohhh, yes!"
The sweeping tongue began flicking, using it's very tip to bury it's way into Scott's pisshole.
"Ah Gezz ... That's fantastic ... Keep on like that and I'm going to cum in your mouth."
In her mouth.
Katie didn't like to give oral sex.
Scott could only remember her doing it once for him. He had been very insistent, and he remembered that when she broke down and agreed to it, that she wasn't very good.
She had gagged and made faces until he told her it was alright, and that she could stop if she wanted.
But this was very good.
This was a practiced tongue that knew very well what it was doing.
So how did Katie suddenly become such a suck queen?
He tried to picture her locked in her office going down on a dildo.
Working hard at it, like she did on anything that was important to her. Doing it just to make her lover happy.
Sucking on it as she readied her reports.
It made an erotic picture, but not one he could see in real life.
So what else was there?
His body stiffened as if hit by an electrical current.
Those sucking lips had opened briefly, just as the her jaws opened to swallow him in completely.
"Yes! Take it all. Swallow my fucking cock!"
There was a slurping sound as a bubbly froth escaped from those tight lips, sliding easily up and down his shaft.
"Put it all the way down your throat, babe."
Scott leaned back on one hand. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to take much more of this.
He was the recipient of some of the most incredible blow job of his life.
But she doesn't like sucking....
He stiffened again.
Forget it, he told himself. Just enjoy.
His balls were being cupped....
Fingers rolling his nuts around in their tight, hairy sack....
Working in rhythm with that fucking mouth.
Edging him ever closer to a mind blowing climax!
Scott was rubbing Katie's back.
His hand sliding easily along the slick teddy she wore.
Rubbing and massaging her to acknowledge how much he appreciated what she was doing for him. How well she was sucking him ... Just moments away from eating his spunk! His cock was throbbing with an inner heat now.
Those fingers were about to squeeze the jiz right out of him, and his hips couldn't keep still.
He moved his hand up to grab the back of Katie's head.
He didn't want to lose her at this point. So he would hold on to her ... Taking her head....
Her sucking mouth, along with him as his hips began their furious bucking.
His fingers wrapped in her hair.
"Almost there. You little vixen ... gonna fill your mouth with cream!"
Pushing her face down toward his prick.
Her hair moved, but not her head!
What was this?
Why would Katie be wearing a wig? The room lit up as a half-dozen flash strobes when off.
Then the regular room lights popped on. "What the fuck is going on here?" Scott exclaimed.
He started to get up but the sucking lips prevented him from going far.
They pulled him back down to the bed.
Scott looked at his groin.
It wasn't Katie.
It wasn't even a woman.
There was a man wearing a pink teddy slurping away on his cock!
"Get the fuck away from me," Scott shouted, and then shoved the small man away.
He spun and looked around the room.
There was a row of cameras on tri-pods lined up. Each one was aimed at the bed.
The door to an adjoining room opened, and in stepped a ravishing woman.
"I can't wait to see these photos," she said as moved toward the row of cameras.
"Who the hell are you?"
"The video came out simply fantastic. It's amazing how well these new low light cameras work."
"If I don't get some answers pretty soon I'm gonna...."
"What? Hit me?" Susan glanced down over her lovely body. "Somehow I doubt that. Just sit down and be a good boy."
She turned to the other man. "And Jamison, get dressed. Pink just isn't your color."
Jamison hastily dressed, then set about to tearing down the photo equipment.
One of the cameras was a professional model Polaroid. Susan reached over and took some snap shots out of a catch-tray.
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
She gave Scott's crotch a lingering glance, "They don't quite do you justice though."
"Maybe if we do enlargements."
She tossed the pictures to him. Scott caught one, the others fell in his lap.
Each one showed his face very well.
They also showed Jamison's face very clearly.
"So what's this about?" he demanded.
"Please. Not in front of the children," she nodded toward Jamison.
"Well I've about had enough of this shit!" He stood and began reaching for his clothes.
"You're not going anywhere. Sit down and be quiet. And you can drop those clothes, I like the view the way it is."
Scott was still in a state of shock, not understanding what was going on around him.
He grunted, but did as the strange woman asked.
Even in his confused state of mind his cock reacted to the beautiful woman before him.
His erection had quickly wilted away once he discovered it was a man servicing him, but the sight in front of him now was definitely female.
The dark-haired woman wore a silk dress that clung very nicely to her lush body.
There was a high slit in the front that opened as she bent to pack the equipment, offering Scott a wonderful view of her long legs.
Susan knew that he was watching her, so she purposely made moves to give him little flashes of her body.
Just to keep him interested....
Keeping him horny enough to want her.
As long as he was looking, then she was in control.
And once she had the cameras, with their photos, safely out of his reach she'd own him.
Scott didn't know it yet, but the trap was nearly complete.
Susan snapped the last camera case lid shut and Jamison was already carrying everything out.
It took him several trips, but he soon had the room cleared, closing the door softly behind him.
Leaving Scott alone with Susan.
"Now will you tell me what the hell is going on?" Scott's temper was barely under control.
"I may not be able to do that," Susan said as she pulled up a chair.
She was sitting only a few feet away from Scott, and for the first time he noticed the way her nipples were trying to thrust through the material of her dress.
Tenting the silk.
So hard.
They were staring at him, daring him to reach out for them.
Tasty little pebbles that needed a man's touch.
Scott hesitated and licked his lips.
"If it's about the merger I'm afraid there isn't much I can do. The deal is barely hanging together as it is, and...."
"Let's just say that I need a little favor." She crossed her legs, pretending to not notice that the thin material parted to show much of her leg.
"If it's money, I can raise...."
"Don't be insulting!" she snapped.
"Well I don't know what else there could be."
"But I do. And when the time comes I'll call you. I'm sure you'll do exactly what I tell you."
Susan shifted slightly and the dress fell away, showing the bare thigh above her stocking tops.
The creamy skin exposed all the way up to her hip.
Scott gulped.
Damn, she's beautiful.
He was embarrassed to be sitting there naked like this. His cock sticking straight out at her.
And she couldn't miss noticing his erection.
Scott was sure that it reached all the way across the room.
"What is it you'll want me to do?"
"I can't say yet, but I will keep it simple. I wouldn't want you to screw it up," she flashed him a smile that dared him to make a comment.
"You can count me out if you're planning anything illegal," Scott said, trying to clear his head.
Damn it! Why did she have to be so attractive?
He couldn't concentrate like this. He was sure that he was going about this completely wrong.
But his cock was so sure.
So damn hard.
He was almost nauseous at the thought of a man having sucked his cock like that, but it had been so good.
And he had been so close to cumming.
Now his nuts ached from the built up pressure.
He really needed to finish off what he had started, but there didn't seem to be much chance of that now.
Yet the woman had stayed in his room.
She had to know what the sight of her spectacular body was doing to him.
"It won't be illegal. But it doesn't make any difference now does it? You really don't have much choice."
She stood, and in a swirl of silk headed for the side door. "I'll show you."
She was back only moments later, pushing a small cart in front of her. On it was a TV and a video tape deck. She turned on both of them on.
Susan leaned over the top of the set to see when the picture began. As she did so Scott was given a beautiful view down the deep valley of her cleavage.
The soft swells of her mammaries came close to falling out of her dress.
Somehow her erect nipples prevented it, but the heavy breast still rolled around. Looking like caged animals looking for a way to freedom with each deep breath she took.
The TV. screen lit up.
Scott's eyes went wide in disbelief.
He was watching himself come into the room, taking his clothes off and then kissing the figure laying in the bed.
The scene look so harmless.
Just a loving couple very much at ease with one another.
The tape hardly showed the sudden change of lights in the room.
It did however, very clearly show that Scott had been in bed with another man.
Between the purposely unshaven stubble on Jamison's face, and the erection poking out from the pink teddy there was no doubt.
"I think you'll do anything I ask of you, and that ybu'll do it without hesitation. Unless of course you want copies of this to start showing up in embarrassing places."
She hit a button and the scene replayed.
Over and over again.
"Would be quite the thing for people to talk about around the old water cooler, wouldn't it?"
Scott watched the stupid look of ecstasy come over his face repeatedly.
There would be no way he could ever explain this away.
It was proof that the camera could lie! "You bitch," he spat.
"But a fairly attractive one. If I do say so myself," she ran her hands along her body, touching herself the same way a lover would.
Her fingers cupped under her breasts, holding her chest out for inspection.
If only Scott knew.
She needed him right now much worse than he needed to get his nuts off.
This was the type of thing that set her insides on fire.
Getting everything ready and then sitting there waiting for Scott to arrive. Just the anticipation of it had had her pussy flowing for hours straight.
She had been cumming from the instant Jamison had kissed Scott.
And it hadn't stopped since.
Now she needed to find out how much higher she could go.
At the same time she would be increasing her hold over Scott, which sent another spasm through her pussy.
Scott's mouth dropped open.
He was mad as hell at this mystery woman, at the same time he was a prisoner of his own lust.
He couldn't deny it. He wanted her.
"Yes, you're very attractive. For a blackmailer."
"Let's not let that come between us. Why don't you come a little closer?" she wiggled her finger to him.
Scott was getting to his feet. "On your hands and knees," she ordered. "Wait a minute. What kind of a game ... " Susan was pulling her breasts out. Scott stopped dead, unable to do anything but watch.
Staring as the heavy globes jiggled when she dropped them.
She licked her index finger, then used it to flick her already hard nub.
Spreading her collar wide enough to get the heavy globes out had also raised the hem of her dress up over the tops of her nylons.
Scott dropped to his knees and crawled over to the sultry bitch.
He had to have her!
"Shine my shoes."
Bewildered, he looked up at her.
"With your tongue. Clean them!"
He began licking her black, high heeled pumps.
Now he knew the meaning of spit shine.
"Now bring that mouth up here." Susan pulled the hem of her dress up, clearing the path to the dark triangle between her legs.
She spread her thighs wider so he could get to her junction.
Scott was amazed at how wet she was. Her entire bush was dripping, and he could see where her flow had already coated her upper thighs.
He had hardly touched his tongue to her slit and he felt her tremble.
She was cumming like crazy!
"Don't waste time. Do it. Suck my cunt!"
It was like when you raise a bottle of beer to your lips and gravity pulls the liquid down into your mouth.
Here though it was cunt juice, and it kept coming.
Scott thought for a moment that she had lost control and was pissing on him, there was so much fluid draining from her.
Susan rested a hand on each side of his head. It not only helped to steady her, for her legs were shaking so much she could hardly stand by herself, but she also needed the hand hold.
She used it to jam Scott's face into her snatch.
Banging him against her.
Fucking herself with his mouth.
"Faster you cocksucker. Eat me out!"
Scott's tongue was eagerly swabbing out her pussy. His cheeks were sticky, the juices on her thighs had smeared off to coat his face.
Her hips were twisting....
Jumping....
Moving in a humping motion. She was nearly out of control. Her body wracked from the continual waves of orgasms.
And she wanted more!
She planted a spiked heel in his chest and kicked.
"Get over on the bed!" Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She was responding to some animal instinct clawing up from the back of her mind.
Scott made it to the mattress and was still stretching out on it when Susan jumped onto him.
She took hold of his tool, and in one smooth movement, sank down on it.
"Fill me with that fucker!"
Her hips had already started their jerking dance on him.
Scott reached for her tits. He closed a palm on each one.
"Yes! Show me that you know how to do something," her dark hair was whipping through the air as her head shook back and forth.
Scott tightened his grip on her chest. He used her tits as handles....
Lifting her up by them....
Then slamming her down the length of his bone....
The air whooshing out of her in that split second when she hit bottom, just before he picked her up again.
He dug his fingers deeper into her chest flesh, clawing her tits 'til she moaned.
"Yes you fucker. Do me! Don't you ever stop fucking me!"
But the pain and the pleasure were all mixed up. She couldn't tell one from the other.
And Scott didn't care so long as he kept hammering his pink spike into her wetness.
He only had seconds left before he lost it.
Before he went crazy.
Shooting her full of his seed.
"Show me what you've got ... Give it to me ... Fill my cunt ... " her eyes were closed, and she was babbling.
Scott could feel the convulsions inside her.
He knew that she was cumming endlessly.
Churning away inside in a fashion that men can only dream of.
"I'm gonna give it to you. All you can take, bitch!"
He released the death grip he had on her tits. "No!" she screamed.
But he cut it off by taking each of her nipples and pinching hard.
She screamed, but it was for more.
Now he used those small, red tipped cones as his handles.
Using their hold to play crack-the-whip with the rest of her body.
The thick muscles in his arms flexed as Scott picked her up by the tender buds, then flung her down.
Crashing her to his pelvis.
"That's it ... Colors ... Cumming more," she wasn't making sense. Lost in her own world. But her cunt was still milking his stalk. Clamping down on him.
Jerking his cock as he yanked her around by the tits.
All it would take was one more ... Thrust!
Scott's nut sack tightened and exploded all at the same time.
"There it is bitch. Is that what you wanted?"
He continued to slam the woman down on his cock as it pumped it's full load into her.
Scott thought that his prick would never empty itself.
It just shot more spunk into her snatch. When it did stop, he let go of the woman's tits and fell backwards. Exhausted!
God, but she had drained him.
She was wild!
Nothing at all like Katie.
If only she weren't so crazed.
He hadn't finished the thought when Susan suddenly jumped on his face.
Yanking his head up by a fistful of hair, she wrapped her legs around his neck, locking her ankles together.
Looking like the end of some strange wrestling match.
Then she shifted her hips up so she was sitting up the same way as when she rode his cock.
"Yes I wanted it. But now you get to have it back."
Scott tried to struggle, but her legs were too strong. He didn't have any leverage to get at her, and when he tried she clamped down harder, cutting off his oxygen.
He opened his mouth to be greeted by a steady stream of fuck sauce.
It was a mixture of hers and his.
He knew what a huge load he had shot into her.
How much thick cream was there.
It almost made him sick to think about having to eat his own spunk.
But Susan wasn't about to take no as an answer.
She gave him no choice.
He used his tongue as a shovel to dig out all of the thick goo.
Doing so well at it that he kept her cumming....
Giving him a constant fresh supply....
All but wearing his tongue away.
And when she let him up an hour later, the first thing he did was drop down and began kissing her foot.
Pledging his obedience.
She laughed at him the whole while.
FIVE
Katie Was thrilled to hear Scott's voice.
He had called to tell her how much he had been missing her, and how he was going crazy from doing nothing but spending time with a bunch of arguing men, or looking at the same black walls of his hotel room.
He said he couldn't stand it any longer, so he was going to hop a flight and come down to see her. She was nearly beside herself with happiness.
She didn't even mind that it didn't turn into an obscene phone call.
Well part of her didn't mind.
Katie was still horny as hell, longing for her man. But could look forward to the fact that he be there, in the flesh, just for her in only a few hours.
The time couldn't pass quickly enough for her.
Not that she didn't have things to do.
She was still trying to wrap up the needs for the Milikin shoot, but it was difficult to concentrate on it when you were looking at the clock every ten seconds to see if it was time to leave for the airport yet.
Then she got so involved in what she was doing that she almost didn't get out of the office in time.
Luckily one of her assistants had thought ahead and had a cab ready for her.
Katie got lucky and arrived at the airport minutes before the plane did. She stood trying to be patient, watching every face as people left the concourse.
There he was!
Tall, broad shoulders. That square jawed, ruggedly handsome face. Easily as good looking as most of the models working for her.
And right now, the answer to her wet dreams.
Smiling, she ran and leaped into his arms, smothering him with kisses.
"Hold on. Aren't you even going to wait 'til we get somewhere private?" he joked holding her up in the air as he hugged her.
"No," she whispered in his ear. "I want to jump your bones right here. Right now."
Scott hugged her tighter, crushing her breasts into his hard chest. His penis swelling up to poke at her through their clothes.
"Maybe we can move some of those benches together...."
"I'll take you on the floor if I have to," she said a little louder than she meant to.
She glanced around to see if anyone had heard her, but she didn't really care. Not so long as she could feel Scott's erection pressing between her thighs.
She almost could see herself fucking him there ... Shamelessly....
No, proudly, right here in front of everyone.
Scott kissed her full and hard, then lowered her to the ground.
"How about in just a little while? I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."
"Me too. For you." She gave her lips a slutty lick with the tip of her tongue.
"I'm serious."
"So am I." Katie snuggled up close, and while his body hid her actions to others, she fondled his heavy cock.
"I need my strength, remember?"
She gave him a girlish pout.
It suddenly took ten years off her, making her look like a teenager.
A very attractive teenager.
A woman-child who knew full well what to do with her body.
"Alright," she gave in. "Where to? Cameron's?"
Scott shook his head. "No. There's a new place I heard about."
"I'm always up for something a little different," Katie agreed.
"It's different alright."
"So? Are you going to tell me or not?"
"It'll be better as a surprise." Scott wrapped an arm round Katie's waist and pointed her toward the doors.
The cab they got made good time getting back into town, which was probably a good thing. Once they had gotten in the back seat Katie couldn't restrain herself any longer.
She all but raped Scott right there in the cab.
Once she glued her mouth on his, Scott never thought she was going to come up for air.
And he loved it.
He had never seen Katie like this before.
Usually she was passionate, but in a much more subdued way. Now she was lustfully attacking him, not caring about what went on around them.
Scott had reached for her chest figuring she'd push him away, instead she moaned and pressed her tit into his hand.
Her hand was fumbling for his zipper when the cab pulled up in front of the club.
She gave him a sheepish grin. "Saved by the bell. This time."
Katie re-buttoned her blouse and ran a quick hand through her hair. "The "Black Mask" club. Never heard of it."
"One of my clients told me about the place. Said it was interesting."
"Not as interesting as what I've got in mind."
"We'll see about that."
Scott paid off the cab and they went inside.
The place was dark, making it was hard to see much.
Scott identified himself at the front.
"Yes sir. Your table is waiting."
As they headed to the table Katie wondered if Scott had called for reservations. If so, why hadn't just told her about it when he brought up the suggestion for dinner?
And what kind of place was this.
As she looked around she saw the waiters and waitresses were hardly dressed at all. What they did have on looked like leather.
But then everything in here looked like it was leather.
Her eyes were adjusting more to the light. The inside looked like it should be buried underground.
Kind of like what you'd see under a castle. Yeah, like a dungeon in a movie.
She shivered as she sat down. The place was rather eerie.
Spooky.
"So what's with the Halloween theme?"
"I don't know. First time here. But my client said they put on an interesting show."
Well for being the first time, they sure seemed to know you at the door, she thought.
Katie noticed for the first time that there was a stage in front of them. It was dark now so she couldn't get a clue as to what kind of show they had.
It must be one of those magic clubs, she thought. Sure, the dark arts and all that stuff.
She began to relax.
It could turn out to be a lot of fun after all.
But she began to wonder again when their waitress showed up. She was an attractive girl, nothing wrong with her there. It was the outfit she had on.
It almost looked like a very nice bra and panty set.
Made out of black leather!
The girl took their order and disappeared. Katie watched her leave, wondering how she managed to walk in those high heels.
Through the agency she saw models in heels that seemed impossible, but these.
They had to be six inchers!
"Certain is the place to go if you want privacy,"
Katie remarked.
"What do you mean?"
"Look around," she pointed with her ringer. "I bet you couldn't describe a single thing about anyone sitting at one of other tables."
It was true.
The way the lighting had been done you had to really look hard to tell where the next table even was.
"Maybe it's for people like us," Scott said as he slid Katie's chair closer to him. Close enough to kiss her.
Often.
They were still kissing when their meal came. Dinner was above average, and it went quite uneventfully.
Katie didn't know why the place put her on edge, making her feel so apprehensive, but it did.
The good food did seem to help, and after while Katie began to think that she really was acting pretty silly. Her lover was taking her out to dinner and that's all the more there was to it.
Maybe he had looked like someone else that came here often. Or....
Stop it, she told herself.
Just eat up and think about how nice everything will be once Scott takes you home.
If I think anymore about that particular part of the evening, I'm going to be leaving a wet spot on the chair, she giggled. A big wet spot.
They chatted idly afterwards, enjoying several drinks. Enough drinks that Katie was slightly more than happy. She was getting a little tipsy, but didn't care in the least.
It took her a bit of concentration to focus on the stage when a spot light went on, and the M.C. stepped out on stage.
He was well dressed, and Katie noticed through her clouded mind that there seemed to be some kind of a gleam to his outfit.
The man stepped up to a microphone.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Black Mask club."
There was a smattering of applause from around the room.
Katie glanced about, but she still couldn't get a good look at any of the other people at the neighboring tables. They were still hidden in the shadows.
"To begin tonight, I need to ask for the aid of a volunteer."
"Over here."
Katie was shocked when she heard Scott's voice. She turned and saw that he was pointing to her!
"Hush!" she hissed, but she also giggled with embarrassment as she tried to pull his hand down.
"It seems our helper isn't quite sure. Let's help her make up her mind," the M.C. said as he clapped his hands.
It didn't take long before everyone was applauding and cheering Katie on.
Her response was to turn and try to hide away.
Because of that she never saw the two men who stepped out on stage.
Big wasn't the right description.
Football linesmen on steroids would be closer.
Huge. Hulking.
And like most of the help working in the club, they wore leather.
Studded harnesses that left them more naked than covered.
Thick slabs of muscle covered their giant frames.
As Katie attempted to wave off the continuing applause while tucking her head into her shoulder, she didn't see the men step off the stage.
Moving through the crowd to get at her.
Each one took one arm and lifted, easily carrying her back to the stage.
Ignoring any and all protests.
The M.C. welcomed her, "Here she is. Lovely little thing isn't she."
The louder Katie complained the louder the crowd cheered.
One of the brutish men took Katie's wrists in his hands and held her outstretched as the other cranked down a pair of chains with thick leather cuffs attached.
She kicked the best she could, but was held too far away to get at the man holding her.
His steel grip was impossible for her to break.
Katie screamed louder as the cuffs were fitted over her wrists. Then the chains were cranked up, raising until the blonde hung several inches above the stage.
It somehow all seemed like a dream through her alcohol daze.
Even more dream-like because nobody made a move to help her.
Not even Scott.
Where was he? How could he allow this to happen?
The man who had been holding her wrists now stood before Katie. He was had a large, gleaming pair of scissors in his catchers-mitt sized hand.
His free hand grabbed the front of her dress and pulled. The material shredded like tissue, seeming to offer no resistance at all.
His bulky twin reached around from behind her to stuff a ball gag in her mouth.
Corded muscles tightened the strap until Katie was sure that her jaw would dislocate.
The M.C. stepped forward again. "It seems that her Master has been ignoring her for a long while, long enough that the little dear felt she had to come visit us for a bit of training."
The one in front used the scissors to remove the tattered remains of her clothes.
And the crowd went wild.
Spotlights highlighted her breasts.
The men attacked her pantyhose and lacy briefs as a team. Grabbing the waistband from front and rear, they nodded and pulled.
The flimsy garments faired no better than her dress had.
Katie thought the audience was going to rush the stage when the blonde tufts of her bush were exposed.
Katie did her level best to kick out at the men as the one in front cranked down a second set of chains. But they had played this game before and knew to stay out of range.
They knew how frustrating it would be to stand almost close enough for her to get at. Almost, but not quite close enough.
Smiling, they also knew that Katie would tire herself out in trying, making her that much easier to handle later on.
"Still a lot of fight left in her, but I think we'll find a way to tame her," the M.C.'s amplified voice rang through the room.
Each man took hold of an ankle.
They rolled or tore the last bits of nylon and lace from her trim legs before strapping on the leather cuffs.
They each took a crank.
One raised her ankles while the other lowered her wrists.
Suspending Katie over the stage, her hands and feet at the same level. The same for her mouth and pussy.
Right at crotch level!
At the offset she had done a good deal of struggling. It very soon became apparent that it wouldn't help her.
But it did cause her a great deal of pain. All but threatening to pull her limbs from their sockets.
But as she did fight her bonds, the crowd either cheered her on or had their own ideas as what to do with her.
"Whip her."
"A branding."
"Pierce those nipples."
The M.C. waved his hands. "We can't do all that. At least not all of it tonight. But we'll see."
Katie couldn't believe her ears. How could these people say things like that?
This was all a joke wasn't it?
Scott would help her down, and everyone would be laughing and the real party would begin.
But Scott never came up on stage, and the men didn't let her down.
Just the opposite.
The stage lights got brighter. So bright that she couldn't look out and see the audience at all.
Providing more than enough light for her to be well seen as the men slowly twisted the chains so she could be viewed from all angles.
One man yanked her head up by a handful of hair so that the crowd could see the pleading look on her face.
"Ah, poor innocent thing," the M.C. joked. "Probably the same look she gives whenever she's trying to get out of a whipping."
The audience roared with laughter.
Then she was turned so that the V of her thighs was aimed at the onlookers.
She was helpless as fingers spread the pedals of her womanhood apart so that everyone could see the bright pink of her insides.
Sharing with them all her inner most secrets.
"Looks like a low mileage model though. Still lots of use there," remarked the M.C.
And again she heard bits and pieces of individual shouts.
"...get my cock in there, I'd...."
"...be dripping out for days."
"...stuff her until ... " Not all the voices were male, "...tasty little bit of quim."
"...what a delightful personal maid she'd make. Just think of her in the tub...."
They're all lunatics. Perverts! Katie wanted to scream.
And Scott knew about it!
Her eyes got big as saucers when she saw both men pick up what looked like a large leather ping-pong paddles.
She didn't like the look of this.
One front, the other in the rear. Her rear.
The first paddle coming down on her upraised bottom.
SLAP!
Katie's body jerked more from shock than actual pain, but she was sure it would get worse.
The second paddle came up at one of her tautly stretched breasts.
SMACK!
It did hurt.
like blazes, and Katie tried like hell to scream through her gag.
It didn't work. The pitiful sound she made wouldn't come close to being heard over the yells of encouragement from the crowd.
SLAP!
Falling on her unblemished ass cheek. Harder than the first time. Adding a good amount of color to her bottom.
SMACK!
Mashing her nipple flat and nearly knocking the breath from her at the same time.
"These boys, I swear. Always a case of one-ups-manship between them," the M.C. said, sounding like a game show host as he inspected the work of each man.
He turned to the audience, "Well what do you think?"
The M.C. held a hand over the head of first one then the other, letting the crowd pick their favorite by the amount of applause.
It didn't make any difference who the winner was, each man growled at the other and took out their frustration by paddling Katie.
SLAP!
SMACK!
SLAP!
SMACK!
Over and over.
Each blow delivered got progressively harder, while Katie's skin became more sensitive and tender.
The paddles began to fall on a wider range until the blonde was turned head to toe and even shade of red.
Bright, glowing red.
But that wasn't the worst pain.
Katie's joints were searing points of white hot agony.
She'd never be put through anything like this in her life, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
Already the room was spinning.
Tears blurred her vision.
But her training went on.
It was turning into a workout for the men. Their broad shoulders and arms glistened from sweat.
But they enjoyed their perverted aerobics.
They were also very much aware of the delight hanging in front of them. The front of their leather shorts each had a pronounced bulge.
Mighty erections that hadn't escaped the eye of the M.C.
"What do you say boys? Let's find out how the training sat with the little lady."
There were big smiles on the men's faces as they pulled off their shorts.
The crowd had quieted down, but the sight of those beefy fuckpoles coming out got them yelling again.
Katie had no idea which man was which. From her point of view she couldn't tell which one was unbuckling the gag strap.
There wasn't even a way to tell them apart when each one picked a hole to stuff with his cock.
Both were huge!
All Katie could do was hang there and accept them.
If he hadn't been so brutal, the one between her legs could have really gotten her going.
But there was no gentleness as he took her....
His cock tore into her ... Ripping her open wide enough for it all to fit. And Katie totally hated the other. She had never liked the idea of sucking a man's penis. But then this wasn't just a penis. This was more like a gardening tool. Long, fat and thick.
Scott's cock was smooth and beautiful, while this monstrosity was gnarled with vine like veins snaking around it.
She had considered herself lucky when she had gotten the tip of it between her lips. Lips that had dried and cracked slightly during the long time she was gagged.
The man's cockhead was bigger than the ball gag had been!
Unfortunately he wanted far more than just the tip to be in her mouth.
He grabbed the back of her head and pounded his hips forward. Driving his rock hard organ into her an inch at a time.
Stretching her mouth wider....
Her tongue was trapped at the bottom of her mouth.
Not to be outdone, the hulk between her legs matched his buddy stroke for stroke.
At least her legs could spread wider, but it still seemed like her insides were ripping.
And the guy wasn't all the way in yet!
Katie could feel her pussy lubricating like mad. Coating his thundering erection with her cunt ooze.
But there was so much of him. So much trying to invade her small body.
Then he grabbed her by the hips to aid him as he thrust at her.
His hands were rough, large fingers digging painfully into her flanks, but at least it took some of the pressure off of her as he supported some of her weight.
Meanwhile his friend was determined to drill his tool through her head.
He had briefly pulled his cock nearly all the way out, and Katie had done her best to slobber all over his length to lube it if possible.
She felt a strange rumbling that she could only guess to be him laughing, then he crammed his cock back in her oral cavity.
Filling it like no dentist could.
Pounding....
Thrusting....
Beating it's way into her mouth.
Katie was sure that her teeth would be knock out by the rampaging monster, but somehow they all stayed in.
Still the man fed more into her.
Spotlights panned across her suspended frame and the M.C. said, "Looks like she's getting quite a lesson tonight folks."
Katie cursed the cheering perverts....
The inhuman brutes plundering her body....
And Scott for bringing her.
Why did he do it?
Where was he?
She only hoped she survived to find out. The world was spinning again. The hulk filling her pussy had finally struck bottom.
At End of each stroke his cock thumped into her cervix, bouncing her forward....
Forward to take more cock into her bruised mouth.
And as the man's heavy cock slammed in and out of her snatch, his apple sized nuts flew up to slap her clit.
As if his massive size piercing her repeatedly wasn't enough.
Working her into a frenzy.
Driving her insane.
Pulping her insides!
"Look at her. I think she's starting to get into it." The M.C. was pointing at the way Katie was trying to clamp her thighs together.
Trying to fuck back at the man down there!
Which seemed to infuriate the guy drilling her mouth....
Making him hammer at her with fresh energy ... Battering the back of her throat....
Shredding it raw!
Both men thrusting at her in unison.
Filling her impossibly full.
In her mind Katie imagined seams in her sides as they reached the breaking point.
Stretching slowly until they could go no further, then....
Their combined attack was bending her in half as they slammed together, then dropping her when the pulled back.
Letting her fall until the chains snapped taut.
Repeating.
Faster and faster.
The world spinning faster and faster past Katie. Every nerve in her body flaring in pulses.
"I think ... yes, I think they're just about ready," the M.C. gave a play by play.
Katie's drained body did the only thing it could.
It came!
A colossal series of orgasms thundered through her.
"And there they go!"
With twin shouts that shook the walls of the place, both men came.
They all but snapped Katie in half as they pumped her full of their jizz.
The one in her mouth pulled out and shot most of his load over her face.
It was enough to cover her face, with several powerful jets squirting into her hair.
One stray blast even splashed on her chest, covering her tits.
Making it look like her nipples were leaking when the white liquid began dripping from there.
It wasn't enough for the man between her legs to shoot her twat full.
He beat out a tempo on her ass.
One stroke for each twitching of his spunking cock.
Then both men stepped away from her battered body.
Turning to the front of the stage where they received a long ovation from the crowd.
Leaving Katie to hang there.
Thick globs of white cream leaking out of her puss, falling to the floor to form a pool.
It was soon joined by thick streams dripping down from her exhausted face.
SIX
Katie was barely aware of the hands that pulled her out of the leather cuffs.
No longer did she even have the strength to stand by herself.
Limp, she would have fallen if not held by the man's strong arm. Draped like a rag, and just as able to move by herself as that rag would be.
Her body had been paddled raw, her skin glowing a bright crimson.
She ached from every muscle....
Was drenched in sweat....
Her hair glued to her shoulders and back.
Nearly half her body was caked with dried spunk. As her chest sucked in air the crust cracked, and little pieces fell away.
But not the coating on her lips.
It was still there when her tongue came out to sooth her sore lips.
Still there to taste.
To remind her what her body had been put through.
And she had to admit it, she'd never cum so intensely in her life.
Every nerve in her body had gone off at the same time, feeding astonishing amounts of pleasure to her brain.
An overload.
So staggering that she was still shaking from it. Now she was doing her best just to catch her breath.
As soon as the cuffs had been removed they had been replaced with new ones. Leather that held her wrists firmly behind her back.
One of the men who had screwed her so royally, and roughly, tossed her over his shoulder with as much ease as one would do with a jacket he wasn't wearing on a hot day.
He carried her off the stage and down a long hallway.
Passing through a door, and kicking it shut.
There wasn't much to see, the room was nearly pitch black. like the main show room, it had been done like a dungeon.
The walls looked as if they had been cut from solid rock, with large iron rings set in them in places.
Chains hung down, and there were large racks holding things Katie didn't want to see or think about.
Whips, paddles and gleaming bits of silver that she couldn't begin to guess the use of.
He sat her down on an uncomfortable wooden bench.
It was little more than a saw horse.
As she was lowered Katie was forced to sit on the thin edge of the beam.
She groaned loudly as her full weight came down on the board, all of it centered on her aching pubic mound.
There was an upright for her to lean her back against. Her wrist cuffs were again changed, locking them to the backside of the upright.
Causing her naked breasts to point straight out from her chest as if begging to be taken.
There was another ring on the upright, just slightly below the one that held her wrists helpless. Straps were placed on her ankles, then they were raised up behind her to be locked on the waiting ring.
Katie was left in a sitting version of a hog-tie.
Leaving her with no way to relieve the constant pressure on her misused pussy.
The position had become much worse since her ankles were brought back. Their raising had also shifted her hips in a way that she now was sitting on her clit.
Crushing it between her pubic bone and the board!
Each second was an agony.
Her huge playmate then added a wide strap which circled her trim waist. Securing it to the upright so to prevent her from wiggling her cunt off the cutting edge of the board.
Katie didn't know if she was happy when the man left or not.
Although it meant that he wouldn't be able to hurt her any more, it scared her to be alone in this frightening place.
It also left her with nothing else to concentrate on except the pain.
Her pain.
It screamed at her from so many places throughout her abused body.
Her shoulders and hips still throbbed from her having hung suspended for such a long time, but then it had seemed like days had gone by while her ass and tits were targets for the paddles.
Now the rough wood of the bench scratched and gouged her.
It certainly prevented her from working very hard at trying to find a way to free her wrists or ankles.
The padlocks would have stopped her anyway.
Her searching fingers had found them but her every move had rasped her against the unfinished wood.
Raking her skin raw while keeping her trapped. Trapped, with her clit held in a vise hard grip. There wasn't even someone to complain to. Or to beg mercy from. And she would have.
Katie didn't try to fool herself by convincing herself, or anyone else if they had been there, that she was brave.
There was no way she could endure this torture for much longer.
She was more than willing to make any promise, do anything to end it all right now.
She tried to shift from sitting on her clit. As the minutes passed she was sure that her sex would be ruined forever.
That her clit would be reduced to a useless flap of dead, hanging skin by the time she was able to stand up again.
If she was ever allowed to get up.
How long did they plan on keeping her like this?
And just who the hell were "they"? Panic and frustration were building in her ... Making her jerk against her bonds ... Angering her as she hurt herself more. Then the door opened.
It was hard to twist her head far enough to see the door. There was a bright light in the hall, and all Katie could see was in silhouette.
It was a woman!
"I can't begin to thank you enough," the shadow said as she stepped in, closing the door behind her with an ominous thud.
"You were superb. Your splendid performance far surpassed my expectations," Susan said happily.
"I really thought that you'd whimper and cry, but you fought back and took it like a woman."
"Who ... who are you?" Katie gasped.
"Now don't ruin things. Just be silent. like a good little slave."
That thought brought an evil chuckle to Susan's lips.
She was more than willing to find out what kind of a slave Katie would make.
"But why are you doing this to me?"
"I see your training wasn't enough to keep you in line."
She cupped one of Katie's breasts in her hand. "Umm. Very nice," she said as she softly caressed it's reddened flesh.
Katie gasped again.
This time from the caressing hand.
Long fingers then curled, closing to take the ruby nipple between index finger and thumb. It was rubbed, rotated, as it was pulled out.
Bringing a grateful sigh from Katie at first.
The soft hand, the gentle manipulation of her breast was very erotic. Surprisingly so seeing as it was coming from another woman.
But it slowly grew less and less pleasant.
The pressure increasing as the woman pulled harder on her nipple....
Pulling it away from her body....
Checking it's elasticity....
Further than the heavy bonds would allow Katie to follow.
Then pulling further yet.
Yanking it from her sore chest.
Katie violently shook her head, her blonde hair whipping side to side. "Nooo ... don't!"
Susan pinched the nipple harder, grinding her fingers together.
"You must learn to obey when I tell you something," then she gave the mashed bud a vicious twist, snapping it painfully free.
Bringing a howl from the blonde.
Following the action up by giving the same nipple a leisurely, silky lover's caress.
Pleasurable enough to make Katie try to chase after the fingers as they left.
"See how nice I can make things for you?"
The blonde nodded her head, grasping at any kindness given to her.
"Even though I'm not sure why after all you've done to me," she yelled.
Her hand shot out to take hold of Katie's other nipple to give it a similar pull and twist.
Just as terrible as the first.
Causing a second howl of agony.
Then the same fingers lightly massaged the red pebble until the Katie was helplessly sighing.
"You see, I'm Susan Griffith." She waited for a reaction from her captive.
She didn't get one.
"Susan Griffith from Murphy & Pendelten?" Katie had heard the name, but it didn't make any sense.
So she just waited. Quietly still. Obviously it was the wrong thing to do. Susan's anger flared full.
"Don't try to pretend you don't know me you stupid cow!" she screamed, raking her nails across Katie's chest.
Digging deep furrows in her skin.
"I know you. I know you, stop!"
Susan's hand whipped out, slapping the girl in the face.
"Never tell me what to do, bitch!"
She stood, gathering herself together, calming a bit.
There was the loud clicking sound made by her heels as Susan slowly circled the girl.
"Now where were we? Ah, yes. The Milikin account was mine. I had been working for six months to get it. And you know what happened?"
Susan tormented her prisoner by reaching out from time to time to touch or stroke her.
Watching as the girl flinched, expecting to receive more pain.
Instead the touch was warm and tender.
"It was stolen away from me...."
"I didn't steal anything!"
Susan was behind the girl. She reached out and grabbed both shoulders and pressed down. Hard!
Adding her own weight to what Katie's clit was already supporting. The blonde screamed. The pain was terrible ... Unimaginable.
"It wasn't just the money I lost out on," Susan explained. She flicked her long red nails across Katie's nipples to tease them as she spoke.
Flicking them hard as flint again.
Air hissed through Katie's teeth as she gasped.
Susan moved in close to whisper in the girl's ear.
"That contract was my ticket to the Chairman of the Board's office."
The blonde screamed as both of her nipples were roughly twisted.
Back and forth....
Pinching and pulling....
Tugging until Katie was sure they would rip off her chest.
The dark-haired woman finally let her go, pacing around her once more. Looking. Staring.
Making Katie cringe.
Wishing she could curl up into a ball to hide, protecting herself.
Or better yet, run.
To get away from this madhouse.
"I must admit that I was upset for awhile. But then I realized that it was all for the best. And do you know why?" she smirked.
Her hand draped over Katie's shoulder to idly play with a breast again.
The girl answered by shaking her head no.
She was completely confused.
Not only by what her tormentor meant, but also by the way she was being treated.
The mixture of pain and kindness.
Torturing her, bring her unspeakable pain....
Then stimulating her....
Arousing her.
Even with her body wracked and aching, her proud nipples were hard and ready to be taken.
She longed for those fingers to touch her again.
The fact that her pussy was getting wet frightened her.
There was no way that she should be enjoying this, yet she strained to push her breast more fully into the stroking hand.
Wishing it would reach down between her legs and....
"It struck me," Susan continued, " what an amazing coup it would be when word got out that I had won the contract back."
"WHAT!"
Susan's laugh was hearty and dark.
"To cause such a sudden turn around would put my name on everyone's lips. Front page of Ad-Week," she said proudly.
"But...."
The woman put a warning finger up to Katie's lips to silence her.
Then the finger trailed down.
Falling into the valley of the girl's breasts to lightly scratching along the breast bone as it headed lower toward her flat belly.
It circled and twirled in the fine patch of blonde hair that hid Katie's sex, then plunged lower.
The nail's sharp edge poking at her clit.
Making her grunt with momentary pain that was quickly replaced by the joyous sensation of soft flesh rolling her abused bud side to side.
"Yes ... " Katie hissed through her teeth. "It's hurt so much down there for so long."
She did her best to sit back, to raise her clit from the wood so that the wonderful finger could get at her easier.
"You like it.'" Susan whispered in Katie's ear before planting feather light kisses along her slender neck.
"It's nice ... so nice not to hurt ... I ... " her body suddenly shook.
She was about to cum.
And it was to come from the woman who had orchestrated her torture. Who was still torturing her. But Katie didn't care.
Not so long as that finger kept moving her closer and closer to where she wanted to go.
Needed to go so desperately.
To wash away the pain with a raging tide of pleasure.
She shivered as Susan nuzzled at her neck, licking at her earlobe.
"You see, I can be very kind to those who help me. Just as I...."
Her finger turned and knifed a sharp, pointed nail into Katie's plump pleasure bud.
Causing the blonde to scream her throat raw.
"Can be extremely rude to those who oppose me."
"Please ... you can't ... " Susan's eyes narrowed. "I can't what."
"You can't leave me like this. Finish me. I need to cum!"
"Maybe later," the datk-haired witch chuckled. "I think I'll let you stay like this just to keep your attention."
Katie was softly sobbing now.
Her body was out of control, bouncing as much as it could against her bonds.
Trying to rub her clit on the rough wood in hopes of putting over the final crest.
Instead it only fed her more pain.
More pain to be confused with the heat that was still building in her groin.
The lust pounding in her veins.
"What a place," Susan said as she strolled around the room. "Have you ever seen anything like it?"
Katie shook her head feebly.
"Neither had I. Not until a friend told me about it. Not that I was unaware of that people did these kind of things, but I never guessed at how far they took it."
She came back over to rub Katie's nipples some more. "Oh please...."
"Once I saw it I just knew I had share this place with you. And such a deal. There was dinner, a show and then the rental on this room. It was so inexpensive that I'm almost embarrassed."
"But on to other things. As I said, getting the Milikin account back is just the thing I need to put me in the Chairman's position. And you're going to get it for me."
"You can't be serious! I can't do that, I'd be ruined. Besides, I've already handed over the contract, and...."
Susan slapped her palm on Katie's chest hard enough to leave a glowing handprint afterward.
"Wrong thinking. I'm sure that if you put your mind to it you can do something to hand it over to me on a silver platter."
"But it will ruin me," cried the blonde.
"Not like this will."
Susan turned to the door and yelled, "Jessie! Get in here."
The door opened and a woman came in. She was long and lean, not wearing much more than the two men who had fucked Katie earlier. Just a leather harness.
The crossing straps going across her chest had metal rings that sat over each breast. Allowing the woman's nipples to poke out.
A minuscule leather G-string did it's best to hide her crotch.
Well, it tried.
And a pair of boots covered her graceful legs to mid-thigh.
The heels were like those the waitress had worn, so incredibly high it was a miracle the girl could move while wearing them.
She was wheeling in a TV. that she placed in front of Katie.
As the woman got closer Katie could see her more clearly.
The fine chiseled features. That classic nose. The flaming red hair cropped short, molding to her head like a helmet.
Jessie Collins!
One of the top ten models in the world today.
"I think you know Jessie. You have her to thank for telling me about this fantastic place."
Jessie smiled at Katie. It wasn't pretty.
"She's been coming here for years."
"I'm a switch," the model said, as if it would mean something.
"She can do both roles, but only with the right partner. I'll show you."
Susan turned to the redhead. "Lick my shoe."
The girl dropped instantly, her tongue flashing as she cleaned Susan's spiked heel.
"That's nice. Now do something for our friend.
Katie struggled, futilely fighting against her bonds as Jessie stood up.
The smile on the woman's face told it all.
This wasn't going to be nice.
Katie was shocked when she realized how it was that she was watching the girl's jiggling ass as she walked over to one of the equipment racks.
She had never reacted to a woman like this before.
Not that she was a lezzie or anything.
On almost every advertising shoot she'd ever been on there had been women strutting around wearing even less, and it had never affected her.
Not until tonight.
But now it was different.
She couldn't call upon that professional detachment to ignore what was going on around her.
Not with the way Susan had been handling her. Always keeping her just on the edge.
And now. Now there was Jessie.
There was only one way to describe her.
Sexy!
But the thought scared Katie. It seemed so wrong.
That didn't stop her pussy from flowing. Confusing her even more. Jessie came back holding several small objects in her hand.
They had the appearance of fine jewelry.
"You're simply going to love this," she said in the same way a parent tries to get a child to believe that castor oil tastes good.
She held up one small bit of gleaming silver metal.
Squeezing her fingers together opened little jaws.
With little teeth to bite nipples with.
Katie howled, shaking her head as they were placed on the tips of her breasts.
"And they're so decorative. Everyone will be wearing them next year," Jessie added, giving Katie her fashion forecast.
"And when you get tired of them, viola'. Accessorises."
The redhead held one of the clamps with the fingers of one hand while dangling a small pyramid before Katie's face.
Then the little piece of metal hooked on the bottom of the clamp.
It was much heavier than it looked, tugging Katie's nipple down.
Causing the chewing jaws to tighten even more.
"Haven't you done enough to me already?" Katie pleaded.
"There's a whole new world out there for me to show you. We've hardly started." Then Jessie added a weight to the other nipple.
"NOOO! Stop! It hurts too much."
"Oh no it doesn't. Look, it could be worse."
The redhead tapped the weights. Bouncing them up and letting them fall until stopped by the fact that Katie's breasts couldn't stretch any further.
Jessie amused herself with Katie's tits.
Bouncing them....
Slapping at the weights....
Treating them like glittering toys from an unusual child's game.
"I BEG YOU!" Katie cried.
"Of course. How thoughtless of me. Of course you can have another." Jessie quickly added a second weight to each clamp.
"Enough!" shouted Susan.
Jessie stepped over to the woman and dropped to her knees.
"You'll have to excuse her. She does seem to get carried away."
Susan was stroking the girl on the top of the head as one would do with a house pet.
And although Jessie waited patiently at her boss's feet, she was obviously excited.
Her nipples stuck straight out, and her eyes said that she wished that Susan hadn't stopped her. She was just warming up.
"To the matter at hand. You have something I want. The Milikin account. And I'm willing to exchange it."
"What? To let me out of here? For freeing me?" Katie screamed.
Her body was overloading from the pain being inflected upon it.
She was about to crack, and she had no idea what would happen then.
"Oh no. That would be far too simple. What I have in mind is to trade you the Milikin account for this."
Susan flicked on the TV and started the video deck.
There was a very good shot of her sitting in the club eating dinner and chatting happily with Scott.
There was no volume, so there was no way to tell what she was saying as the two men came to collect her. But it all looked like a game.
Sure she looked embarrassed, but more like the silly way people acted when they didn't want their picture taken at a parry.
It couldn't have been that bad. She certainly hadn't taken off running either.
"They've been so kind here. Allowing me to setup this equipment so I could capture these magic moments," Susan chuckled.
Katie watched as the two men took her.
Abusing her body.
Making it look as if she was just part of a choreographed act.
She cringed, reliving each blow of the paddle as they fell on her taped image. Then came the fucking.
Katie found it so strange watching a porn tape with herself as the star.
Even she had to admit that it was a breathtakingly erotic performance.
The entire period of time had been a blur to her, but now to see what had really happened.
Watching as she took on those massive cocks.
Even she found it to be incredible.
"Could be a whole new career for you dear," Susan laughed.
Jessie was still kneeling, but the video was getting to her too.
"Just think of how many copies of this we could sell," Susan pointed out. Always thinking of new markets.
The redhead had raised her hands to fondle her own chest, and she paid special attention her nipples which were amazingly long.
From time to time she leaned over to kiss Susan on the leg.
"And that's not all. Act now, and get another free surprise."
A stunning surprise!
SEVEN
Susan patted the model on the top of her head.
"Why don't you show our friend her little surprise?"
There was a broad smile on the redhead's face, but she was rather reluctant to let go of her nipples.
Under her loving fingers they had swollen to amazing proportions. Sticking out at least two inches from her breast mounds.
And Katie couldn't help but stare at them as the girl walked across the room until she was swallowed up by the darkness on the other side.
She was sexy!
There was a rolling sound and Katie could detect some glimpses of movement, but she really couldn't see what was going on until Susan's finger flicked on a light switch.
A spot light came on illuminating a section of a room divider that Jessie was pushing.
It also lit up Scott's face!
At just the sight of him Katie felt renewed anger build within her. If she thought that she could have reached that far she would have spit at him.
Then she noticed that part of his face was missing.
Not really missing, just covered up.
Some flesh colored tape sealed his mouth shut, gagging him.
Susan was laughing at the way Katie had been reacting at seeing her lover. She flicked on a second switch to completely light the other side of the room.
Now Katie saw that Scott was just as helpless as she was.
His wrists were pulled up over his head by heavy chains.
Scott's well muscled legs had been wide spread, and were held that way with a steel bar running between his ankles.
The bar was attached to an iron ring embedded in the concrete floor to make sure that he wouldn't be able to kick, and that he didn't go very far.
There had been enough tension added to the chains to keep his body as taut as well tuned violin string.
With one addition.
To help insure that Scott didn't struggle too much, a thin piece of cord had been tied around his balls with the other end secured at the iron ring that was holding the spreader in place.
The cord had also been tightened to the point that it could be plucked to get a musical note.
So long as it was in place Scott would have to think several times before attempting any movement at all.
"You bitch! What have you done to him?"
"Why nothing," Susan said, looking as innocent as possible. "Not yet anyhow."
"Get him down."
"Let him go? Only minutes ago you wanted to kill him for having handed you over to me."
"Yes ... But I don't want to see him hurt."
"I'm sure that this is exactly what you imagined wanting for him."
"That's not true! I only ... Well I never really...."
"That's an important difference between you and me. You wanted to get back at that jerk for what he did to you, but you'd never have the guts to go out and do something about it."
"I do have the guts. And as proof of it, you're here. And I'm enjoying every second of my revenge little Miss Goody-Goody."
She reached over and gave the weights hanging from Katie's breasts a swat just hear the girl howl again.
"NOOOO! No more ... no more ... stop ... " the blonde went on and on.
She couldn't even shake her head anymore without herself causing the weights to move.
Digging the sharp teeth even deeper into her tit flesh.
"Personally, I think that you are too willing to let shit head off. If he'd done something like that to me, betraying me like this, I know I'd be really pissed," Susan said very matter-of-factly.
"Please. Just let us both go. You've had your revenge, can't you leave us alone?" Katie was about to start sobbing again.
Susan was looking thoughtful.
"I don't know. Somehow I don't think that justice has been served here yet."
She turned to Jessie, who was standing next to Scott. "Can you think of anything that might be appropriate?"
"Oh yes!" The girl's head was nodding vigorously.
Susan nodded her head as the signal to go ahead.
The redhead all but ran to the rack filled with implements for unpleasantness ... Pieces for punishment ... Devices for torture.
She hurried back to Scott's side, a crop in her hand.
Scott towered over the stunningly beautiful girl, his eyes wide with fear. All his strength, all his power and he couldn't make a move to avoid her.
She reached down, taking his cock in her hand.
"Leave him alone!" shouted Katie.
"I'd worry more about your own well being if I were you," Susan told the blonde.
Then she gave the weights another tap.
"Aaaiieeee!"
Small drops of blood were oozing down along the silver jaws now.
Scott braced himself not knowing what was about to happen, but expecting the worst.
He wasn't ready to have the redhead start stroking his manhood.
Her cool fingers working along the length of his shaft.
It felt so damn good!
His eyes closed and he simply enjoyed the sensation as she carefully jerked his meat. She was so very good.
Jessie managed to pump his cock without pulling any harder on the cord that held his nuts so painfully tight.
So good that he was soon making little noises in the back of his throat. His cock ballooned to full height, it's head turning a shade of eager purple.
And the bigger his cock got, the more the redhead smiled.
Such a beautiful smile.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Maybe she was just going to try to make Katie feel bad, humiliate her by making him shoot off in front of her.
Making her watch her man get off with another woman, helpless to do anything about it. Maybe ... TWACK!
The leather tip of the crop smacked against the hard crown of Scott's cock.
He would have screamed if not for the gagging tape.
TWACK!
Scott couldn't help it.
He tried to jerk back, to get away from the crop, but in pulling away he thrust his entire weight was suddenly stopped short by the cord tied around his nuts.
Blinding pain shot through him as he tore at his own nutsack.
"Oh no you don't," Jessie said. She reached for the cock that had slipped out of her hand. "We're not finished yet."
With her fingers wrapped around his stalk, Jessie pulled him back. Sharply.
Yanking him forward until the cord snapped tight a second time.
Letting her nails dig into Scott's cock as a warning not for him to move.
"Please don't!" Katie begged. "I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt us anymore."
Susan gently stroked the girl's face. "I know you will. There was never any question of that. But the night's still young, and I do so what to give you something to remember me by."
On the last stroke of Katie's cheek, Susan brought her hand in front of the girl's full lips.
"Kiss it."
Katie puckered her lips knowing she had no other option.
Everything she did added to her humiliation. "That's nice, why don't you just do that for a while?"
Susan's cunt was overflowing ... Her insides boiling....
This was ever so much more rewarding than she could have dreamed of.
As she watched, Katie lavished kisses on the back of her hand. Submissively paying homage to each knuckle.
When her lips stretched, reaching for the long ringers, Susan moved then instead to push them one at a time into Katie's mouth.
Having the girl massage them with her tongue....
Sucking each of them like a miniature cock.
Then Susan laughed at the girl's look of humiliation when she wiped her wet hand dry on Katie's face and hair.
Jessie was still working on Scott's cock.
Tenderizing it.
Smacking it with the crop, then lightly stroking his shaft with her delicate fingers. Not allowing his cock to soften ... Keeping him hard....
Pumping fresh blood into his manhood to insure that the crop would be as painful as possible when it hit next.
Scott's body had a sheen of sweat.
A nervous sweat brought on by the pain....
And the anticipation of more pain to come.
He was sure that there would be more. All from the way Jessie was looking at him.
She loved this.
Lived for opportunity to make him grovel.
Just as he was getting used to the way she was working at his groin, she flicked the crop out at his ass.
TWACK!
Now she could use some real muscle.
The crop whizzing through the air, a leather tipped missile fired at his backside. TWACK!
Unprepared for this new attack, Scott jumped ... Nearly ripping his balls off! His face turned red, working toward purple. Pain blurred his vision, making everything swirl around.
Jessie dropped to her knees, leaning in toward Scott's hips. She began rubbing her breasts against his cock.
His body hurt unbelievably, yet looking down to see the beautiful model at his feet jerking him off between her tits was incredibly exciting.
The redhead held his cock steady as she poked one of her nipples up to his pisshole.
As if trying to push the rubbery nub into his cock.
He went wild!
In his mind he could see her nipple fucking the inside of his cock. Stroking his long member at the same time until he....
God but suddenly he needed to fuck her.
Not caring about the pain she had given him. All he wanted to do was grab her....
Throw her down and jam his cock into her!
TWACK!
The nipple at his pisshole was replaced by the crop.
She laughed at his shocked look of surprise and stood up.
As Jessie stepped behind him Scott knew what was about to happen. TWACK! TWACK!
"Don't tighten up those ass-cheeks on me. It makes me have to hit you harder and you don't want that do you?"
Scott shook his head, but the sound of her voice told him that she would hit him as hard as she wanted to no matter what he did.
TWACK!
TWACK!
The leather tip was leaving it's imprint all along the pale globes of his ass, each one shooting it's message of pain direct to his brain.
Then the girl hugged him close.
Molding her firm young body to his.
Sliding her tits against his back....
He could feet their hard points pressing into his flesh like little fingers as they moved about.
Jessie shifted her hips forward and pressed the mound of her womanhood to his hip.
Even through her G-string he could feel her heat....
The wetness that was leaking from her.
All of which made his cock balloon bigger.
He glanced down and saw how huge it was. It felt as if most of the blood in his body was being pumped into it....
Collecting there until he either got off, or until it burst!
Katie gasped.
She had never seen Scott get so big. It was easily the size of those monster dongs that had raped her earlier.
So big. So much in need. She wanted it so badly.
Her cunt was flowing, almost ignoring the intense pain in her clit.
"Yes, it is nice isn't it?" Susan was also watching Scott's cock.
She too was feeling the stirrings inside that could only be answered by a thick cock thrusting at her.
"Making him mine was one of the best things I've done a long while."
Katie's head snapped around. "What do you mean by making him yours?"
Susan stroked the girl's face as she explained. "He didn't have anymore choice than you did. In fact he had even less because men are so easy to change. I'll show you."
She went to the V.C. R. and popped another tape in it.
Katie watched in horror, seeing her man walk into a strange bedroom, take his clothes off and get into bed with another woman.
But it wasn't Susan, so she still didn't understand what the dark-haired woman was talking about.
She didn't want to see anymore, but something prevented her from closing her eyes or turning her head away.
The woman had bent down and was sucking on Scott's cock, doing what Katie hated to do. Was that why he had gone to her?
Was she that much more a woman than Katie because of it?
She was nearly in tears, when suddenly the woman's hair came off in Scott's hand. Now Katie got a good look at the woman.
It was a Man!
Her Scott was in bed with another man: She couldn't believe her eyes. Then it came to her.
Katie looked up at Susan who nodded her head. "You did this. You set Scott up the same way you did to me!"
"I can see now why you've done so well. You're pretty smart after all. But there's more."
Katie looked at the screen once more. This time she caught little glimpses of Susan.
Obviously she and Scott were talking about what had just happened. Katie could see how upset Scott was, but she also noticed that his eyes were eating Susan up.
There was deep lust there and his cock stayed hard the whole time.
The picture went black, and Katie could only guess what happened next.
"He was quite good, if you want to know," Susan said just to hurt the girl more.
"You Bitch!"
Susan shook her head. "Just business dear. Now let's see what we can do to get you a better view."
She reached around and released Katie's ankles, which instantly dropped to the floor.
"OH GOD!"
The pain shooting through her clit after it had been pinched for so long was unbelievable.
Her mind was reeling from the overwhelming pain, and she never noticed that her wrists had been freed from the post, but locked behind her back again.
Susan helped her to her feet, then half walked-half carried her over to where Scott hung.
Katie was pushed down until she was kneeling on the floor. Susan attached the girl's wrist and ankle straps together with a padlock to make sure she would stay there.
Right where she could see everything being done to Scott.
Jessie had taken hold of his cock and was holding it straight out. The crop was in her other hand still. The leather tip rested on his manhood. The redhead sneered at him and flicked her wrist. TWACK! TWACK! Back and forth.
TWACK! TWACK! like a windshield wiper. TWACK! TWACK!
Over and over. Her hand moving faster until the crop became no more than a blur.
Scott was shouting through the tape ... Begging for mercy.
"You deserve this don't you? You stupid animal," she spat.
Scott shook his head but it was all he could do.
"Tell me you deserve it, that you needed it, if you want me to stop."
His head flew up and down leaving no question of his answer.
"I knew it! All men are animals who should be whipped as often as possible. Especially you. Fucking around behind this girl's back."
TWACK! TWACK!
TWACK! TWACK!
"No! He was tricked," Katie shouted.
"I stand up for you and you turn on me?"
Jessie turned to the blonde and ran the tip of the crop down between her breasts.
Letting it dip lower....
Tapping lightly on her flat belly....
Dropping between damp thighs.
TWACK!
"AAAIIIEEEE!"
Smashing down on her already heavily tortured clit.
Jessie dropped to her booted knees in front of Katie. She reached out and carefully spread the girl's vaginal lips. Keeping her hand up out of the way, while leaving the blonde opened wide.
Then she began tapping the crop on the blonde's pussy.
At first so softly that it was like a finger gently rubbing on the over-sensitive bud.
"Oh please," Katie's eyes closed from the unexpected joy. "What are you doing to me?'
The leather tongue playing with her clit.
Stimulating it....
Arousing it....
Teasing it with false promises.
"I can't take it. Let me cum," she begged.
But the taps were growing harder, falling faster.
Going beyond pleasant, toward hurtful.
"You turn against me, then expect me to pleasure you? I think not."
Susan stood behind Katie, holding her steady so she couldn't move away from the bite of the crop.
Jessie was putting her arm into it now.
"NOOO!"
Hitting to hurt....
Smacking hard.
TWACK! TWACK!
Crushing Katie's cunt 'til she was about to black out.
"Stop ... stop ... please stop," the blonde cried.
Her clit receiving a blistering.
Scott rattled his chains, grunting. Doing what he could to divert attention away from Katie.
"Oh look," said Susan. "I think he's jealous."
Jessie turned to look. "We wouldn't want him to be lonely would we?"
She held the handle of the crop out in front of Katie.
"Suck it slut. Take in your whorish mouth."
Katie was more than willing to do so. As long as it was there it couldn't be hitting her.
It was just like a thin cock, but she didn't care. She'd suck it all day if only they wouldn't hurt her or Scott anymore.
"Look at her suck that."
"I'm sure that she's had lots of practice with old Scott there," Susan commented, knowing it wasn't true.
"I'd nearly forgotten about him," Jessie smiled evilly. She pulled the crop from Katie's mouth.
"Give me that! I hope you got it nice and wet."
The redhead walked behind Scott and pried his ass cheeks open with one hand.
"You can't be serious," Katie exclaimed.
"Very much so. Don't worry, he'll love it. He's used to bedding with men you know," Susan told her.
The redhead rested the crop handle on Scott's brown ass pucker.
She gave it a little wiggle to seat it, then waited....
Giving the man a chance to squirm....
To think about what was going to happen to him.
Scott tightened up, ready to resist. just what Jessie wanted him to do.
Knowing that it would only make it worse for him....
When she pushed!
Forcing his rectum open.
Jamming a full inch of the leather thonged handle into him. Then she waited.
Giving him a chance to catch his breath. Get his balance.
Prepare himself for the next push he was sure would follow.
She watched his ass muscles flex, drawing closer together. Sure that he could prevent further intrusion.
"Stop it! No more!" Katie yelled, but she knew it was in vain.
Jessie flashed her an insane smile that would never be seen on the cover of a magazine as she thrust the crop up....
Using the strength of both hands....
Driving it like a stake into the heart of a vampire....
Putting at least four more inches into Scott's deep into bowels.
His purple face shaking with pain.
Snorting through his nose as he tried to get his breath.
Jessie thrust again.
This time Scott didn't even try to resist. The wet rod buried itself into his virgin ass.
Burning and tearing as it went.
Jessie let go. With over a foot of the crop stuffed into him, it wasn't going anywhere.
"Look at him. He's got a tail just like the animal he is," she said as she moved to the crank that worked the chains.
She cranked it down until Scott fell to his knees.
Susan moved in to help, taking his wrists from the chains and locking them behind his back.
"I don't know about you, but I'm on fire."
"Me too," Jessie agreed. Her fingers unknotted and dropped her G-string.
Katie gasped when she saw the girl's shaved pussy.
It was pierced with two small gold rings!
She grabbed a handful of Scott's hair with one hand while ripping the tape off his mouth with other.
"You bitch cunt!" he yelled.
Jessie slapped him hard and pushed his face toward her heels.
"Shut up and lick my boots. Don't stop 'til you can see your stupid face mirrored in them."
Seeing no point in arguing, Scott went right to it. Taking long strokes with his tongue to get the job over with as quickly as possible.
Jessie's hands came up to twirl her nipples. Making them harder than ever.
"We can't let them have all the fun now can we?" Susan said as she brought a chair over and placed it before Katie.
The dark-haired woman pulled her skirt up and sat down, loving the look of disgust on the captive's face.
"You know you have no choice, so I suggest that you make it good." Then she took the girl's head in her hand and pulled forward.
Dragging Katie face first into her hot, musky swamp of a cunt.
Scott was nibbling up Jessie's thighs, sending shivers through the girl.
Both Jessie and Susan had been overheated for far too long to wait any longer. They needed to feel those tongue working on them too much to put it off, even to enjoy more games with their prisoners.
"Get that mouth up there faggot," the redhead yelled as she jerked Scott by the hair to where she wanted him.
"Yes. Do like your lezzie friend her," ordered Susan as she guided Katie's quivering mouth around.
Katie was beyond caring. She had a mouthful of Susan's tart syrup and more was flowing at her fast and furious.
The woman was already cumming. Probably had been doing so for hours judging by the amount of goo trapped up there.
It didn't take much effort for her to bring Susan off over and over.
Which was a good thing. She could hardly hold herself up any longer. Her body had been too abused this evening and was on the verge of collapse.
Scott was having a harder time.
Jessie was being more demanding, but his natural talent at sucking was wining her over.
"Suck that clit animal. Lick it like you would the food in your dish."
She held his head with one hand to steady herself, free the other to roll her nipples....
To squeeze her tits hard the way she loved it.
Scott had his head twisted nearly upside down, with his nose all but stuck in her cunt as he sucked her clit.
Getting that perfect combination of angle and pressure.
"There it is you cuntsucker. Keep your fag tongue right there damn you!"
Scott sucked as he moved his tongue faster.
Feeling her insides bunch and jump as her womb shot off a load of girl cream for him.
She rocked back on her heels, almost falling over, but recovered, pushing his face further into her.
"Make me cum you worthless shit! Eat it all or I'll beat the crap out of you."
But she was too far gone for that.
Her legs were letting go beneath her, so she sat on the concrete, pulling Scott face first after her.
Wrapping her booted heels around his neck until she finished pumping her juices at him.
Susan pulled Katie's scum dripping face up. "I have another idea."
She pulled Katie by the hair over to Scott, then unlocked the blonde's hands. Bringing the girl's wrists in front of her body, they were locked together again.
Then she yanked Scott up to a kneeling position. "Stay there worm."
Looking down at the blonde on her hands and knees, she ordered Katie to suck Scott off.
Jessie applauded loudly. She also knew how much Katie hated having a cock in her mouth.
But the girl had no strength or will left. She leaned forward and took his fat cock between her lips.
Even her tongue was too tired to move, but Scott suddenly found some strength. He was rocking his hips back and forth.
All she had to do was stay where she was, let him fuck her face....
Become a willing receptacle for his sperm....
Give those bitches the entertainment they craved.
But it was a little too easy for Susan's liking. She found two paddles.
One for her, and one for Jessie. Each woman standing behind a firm pair of buttocks. SLAP! SLAP!
Jessie worked around the crop tip hanging out of Scott's ass, turning it a burning red.
Susan beating on Katie to spur the girl on.
SLAP!
SLAP!
The harder they used the paddles, the more cock the blonde was forced to fed upon.
Timing the blows to drive the two captives together for maximum penetration.
"I can't take ... gotta cum soon ... crazy ... crazy...." Scott muttered.
SLAP!
SLAP!
Driving that cock to the bottom of her throat. "You better take it all cunt," Jessie warned. "And hold it. Don't you dare swallow," Susan added.
"Here it comes ... can't wait ... I'M CUMMING!"
Scott splashed a pint of spunk into her mouth.
Susan was right there to pull him back so only his cocktip was still inside. Making more room for his cream to pool up in.
Jessie's hand was there to pump his prick, to squeeze out every last drop.
Katie's cheeks were ballooned out, with thin lines of ooze dribbling out the corners of her mouth. Pressure forcing it as more spunk was being pumped in.
Susan yanked the girl up by the hair, bringing her face to face with Scott. Pressing them together.
"Kiss! Share that rancid cum with him."
Jessie paddled Scott's ass 'til he opened his lips.
The instant Katie's lips opened a flood of spunk flew out, filling Scott's mouth.
"Kiss each other damn you!"
They exchanged tongues. The hot cum swirling around, mixing with their saliva. More than enough for both of them to gulp down.
White cream dripping down both faces.
"We're about out of time for tonight, but I hope you will remember what it is that you have to do," Susan said as she pulled her skirt back down.
Katie nodded humbly. "I know. I know."
Susan smiled. "I'm sure you won't disappoint me."
EIGHT
Tensions Were running high at Murphy & Pendelten. Even for a company as used ro the high pressure world of advertising as this was, there was a buzz going in every office.
Something was happening.
Something big!
There was to he a meeting in a short while. The officers of the company would be getting together in the main conference room
All at the request of Susan Griffith.
Even old man Murphy would be there.
The rumors were flying fast and furious. It was one of those rare cases where absolutely no one had the faintest idea what was going on, which meant the rumors grew bigger and bigger.
Every employee was jumpy not knowing if it was all for the good or bad. Thinking that the next time the phone rang it would be with their termination notice.
That's how the rumors went. Everything from the company being sold or closing down, to there being a big shake up up stairs.
There had even been some stories floating around that Susan was going to wrestle the Milikin account back.
But for right now everyone had to wait and see what would really happen.
At one in the afternoon the big five showed up. As they arrived they were met by Jamison, who escorted them into the large meeting room.
The place was luxurious, with a stunning view of the city. Even so it didn't take long before the four men and one woman began looking around, checking their expensive watches.
Although each had agreed to the meeting, not even they knew why it had been called.
Old man Murphy was the first to speak out.
"What the fuck is this all for anyway."
They spent the next few minutes going over the fact that none of them knew why they were there.
Conversation stopped with all eyes fixed as the door slowly opened.
It was Jamison.
"I'm terribly sorry. Susan was supposed to be here, but she seems to be running a little late. I certainly hope...."
"What's this all about young man?" asked Linda Patterson, senior vice president of the firm.
"I'm afraid I don't know...."
"But you're her assistant, man!" Pat Garve, the president, wasn't used to having to wait for anything.
"I'm sure she'll be here...."
"In five minutes. Or else we're leaving," explained Murphy.
"But what if I can't get hold of her that quickly?' "Her problem young man," snipped Patterson. "Well I do know that she has part of her new proposal on tape. That might...."
"Just bring it in."
"Show us something."
"Waste of fucking time."
Jamison all but ran from the room, returning in a matter of seconds, tape in hand.
"Just put it on and get out, will you hoy?" ordered Murphy.
Jamison popped it in the waiting machine and left as requested.
The five watched a snowy screen until a jumpy picture came in. It was Susan working at her desk.
"What is this crap?" asked Garve.
"Shut up and watch," growled Rich Williams, the firm's financial whiz.
The picture kept jumping around, and the sound would disappear every once and a while.
"Doesn't make any difference ... they all should have retired long ago ... old buzzards." It was Susan's voice and little doubt as too who she was talking about.
They couldn't tell who it was she was speaking to, and the quality of the tape wasn't very good.
"This isn't a proposal!" Patterson pointed out.
"No, but it might be very interesting," said Williams.
"Murphy's been around ... couldn't get his dick up if he had to ... nearly as bad as Patterson ... a cock would lighten up her lemony outlook...."
"Well I never!" exclaimed Patterson as she jumped to her feet.
"That's what she just said, Linda," joked Jim Lench.
"I not sure ... Garve and Williams are both probably gay ... Lench ... a eunuch...."
"The bitch!"
"Too close to the truth Jim," Linda smiled. "All of you shut up!" commanded Murphy.
"Just as soon ... push them all out of the way ... old asses out on the street where they ... I'll take over this place and...."
"I think we've heard just about enough," said Garve.
"Yes, I think that our Miss Griffith may have worn out her welcome here," added Lench.
There was the sound of a door opening, and they all turned to the door to a smaller adjoining conference room slowly swinging open.
"Now what's going on?" asked Garve.
"I'll see," and Rich Williams walked across the room.
He stopped suddenly, then turned to face the others.
"I think you all had better see this. Otherwise you'll never believe it."
They all rushed over to peek in the next room. There was Susan Griffith.
There in the center of the room She was bent across a small padded bench with her ankles and knees tied to each of the wooden legs.
Other than the ropes holding her and the gag in her mouth, she was naked!
"Oh my God!" Linda whispered.
"Look at that fucking body," Garve said to an agreeing Jim Lench.
"What's this?" Rich Williams stepped over to a small table that had some interesting things laid
HO out on it.
Paddles, whips, clamps and much more. Along with a note.
"Get a load of this. It says 'Do with me as you deem necessary.'"
Garve bent down next to Susan. Her eyes implored him to remove the gag....
To let her explain.
"I deem it necessary to see her tits," his eyes flashing as he reached under the bench, grabbed twin handfuls of breast flesh and pulled them free.
"Beautiful. Simply smashing," Murphy approved.
"Now wait a minute guys," Linda said. "I don't think we should be...."
"I'm beginning to think that Susan was right. You haven't gotten it for too long. Or did you forget her comments?"
Storm warnings flashed in her face. No she hadn't forgotten. She was the first to pick-up a paddle from the table.
SMACK!
Susan's ass jiggled from the impact. "Lemony old cunt eh?" SMACK!
"Should watch your mouth girl!"
"Here, let me show you how to do that." Rich took the paddle from Linda, hauled back and used the strength in his arm.
SMACK!
That round ass instantly went red, and Susan jerk ferociously at her bonds. Fighting to get away. SMACK!
The breath was knocked out of her by the second swat, flattening her bottom at the same time.
"Hey! Look at this." Pat Garve was playing with the gag. He had found some snaps that he pulled open.
The center of the gag came off, leaving a plastic tube inserted between Susan's teeth, forcing her jaws open.
The tube was more than big enough to put things in through. like a cock!
"I've got to try this," Pat said, and pulled his pants open.
Just seeing Susan tied like this had caused his erection to pop up hard and full. Now he pointed the shiny knob at her mouth and pushed in.
Susan was used to being on the receiving end of oral sex. She didn't know what to do with a cock in her mouth. Not that she had much choice at the moment.
"This is great!" Garve said as his hips slowly started pumping at the woman's face.
"Fuck it then. I want some too," shouted Lench, who pushed Rich out of the way so he could inject his meat into Susan's snatch.
Rich made a few faces, but then came over to play with her tits. As soon as one of these guys came, he'd jump right it. This was too good to miss.
Old man Murphy had fire in his eyes as he watched Susan getting stuffed from both ends. There was fire burning elsewhere too, and it wasn't about to wait.
He reached over and grabbed at Linda.
"Boss's option," he said as he glued his mouth to hers and pawed at her chest. Popping her breasts out to chew on.
"Yes, I love it. Chew both. Don't stop!"
She was far from being a lemony old bitch at the moment. Her head was tossed back as she enjoyed the feel of the sucking lips on her flesh.
Her fingers were fumbling, tugging at Murphy's slacks. Trying to free the firm cock she felt there.
Once she got her hands on it she didn't want to let it go!
Murphy backed her over to a table, and laid her back on it. Linda's leg open automatically, her dress falling to her waist.
Murphy didn't waste time trying to pull her panties off, he just eased them to one side, rubbed his cock along her slit to get it moist enough, then slid it home.
"Yes you fucker. Give me that glorious cock!"
And he did. Feeding it all to her.
Finding her to be a surprising good fuck. Wishing that he had done it years ago.
In another room Katie and Scott watched what was going on via closed circuit T. V., enjoying it fully.
Katie had been busy during the two weeks since Susan had humbled her.
Susan had been right about a few things. Until that experience, Katie didn't have the guts to go full balls after someone.
Now she had a reason. And the guts.
The first thing she had done was track down Jamison.
She had cornered him at home.
Katie had dressed to the nines in a leather outfit that looked amazing on her stunning figure. And knowing who she was dealing with she added some skyscrapper high heels.
Leading to something else that Susan had been right about. After years of badgering from Susan, Jamison had been easy to dominate.
Within minutes she had turned him into putty.
She even allowed herself the luxury of making use of him. Finding out first hand what it was like to have someone lick her heels.
To be able to sit back as a slave tired himself out worshiping her body.
Letting Jamison suck her pussy until she lost track of the number of orgasms she had. And when she kicked his wet face away, he begged her to let him service her some more.
Quite an experience!
Then she used a most willing Jamison to secretly set-up the camera in Susan's office to get the bits and pieces of conversation needed.
He turned out to be surprisingly good at being able to steer the conversation to get her talking about the people Katie wanted to target.
Then Katie led Susan to believe that she really was going to turn over the Milikin account.
Susan then called the meet for today. She was going to use it to step into Murphy's office, riding the back of the Milikin contract.
She didn't find out different until ten minutes before the meeting was scheduled to begin. When Jamison came in to tell her there was a problem with the handouts he had prepared for the meeting.
When she followed him into another room, she was quickly overpowered, stripped and tied by Katie and Scott.
"Now we'll see who's got the guts slut!" Katie began to set out the toys in case any of the invited guests wanted to play.
"You wanted to ruin my career, let's see how much longer yours lasts."
Scott was smiling, running his hands over Susan's helpless body.
Pinching her here and there just to show her how hopeless things were for her.
"Oh, and don't think that you're going to get back at us later." Katie held up two video cassettes. "Jamison helped us get these, so you can't hold them over our heads in the future."
Scott reached between the woman's legs and plucked out a pubic hair just to watch her jump.
"Well dear, just about time for company. Sorry we can't stay, but do have a good time." Katie and Scott both were laughing as they walked out.
They hurried to the other room they had prepared so that they wouldn't miss a second of what was about to happen.
There was one other person in the room with them.
Jessie!
Once again Jamison had helped in luring the girl into a trap.
She had come, thinking that she was meeting Susan about a job. Instead she found herself bound on the floor of the screening room.
About to watch her good friend be humiliated beyond reason.
Then loose her job.
The redhead was naked except for her thigh high boots that Scott decided he liked, and the cuffs on her ankles, wrists and elbows.
Scott loved the elbow strap. Especially the it caused the girl's small tits to thrust out.
As if those long nipples needed any help.
Scott had been chewing on them ever since to see if they'd get any longer.
Once the action really started Katie couldn't stand just watching. All those body parts thrusting at each other had started to get to her.
She turned to Scott. "Hey, share and share alike sport."
"I didn't think you'd want any," he said sheepishly. "Well I do, so fork over."
Katie lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. Scott loved the sight of her doing it, and planted the redhead on the floor, guessing what Katie would want.
"Just a second. I've got a little something for old times sake." Quickly she bent down and put clamps on those exceptionally long nipples of Jessie.
The girl instantly started screaming.
Katie had tested them earlier to make sure they had a super strong spring closing them.
To make sure they would hurt!
While the girl was still yelling in pain, Katie produced weights to hand on the ends.
Four ounces of agony for each nipple!
Then she crammed Jessie's face into her dripping to silence her.
The redhead had been trained well enough that she knew exactly what she should do.
Her long tongue snaking into Katie's fine bush....
Spreading open plump cunt lips....
Drinking down the sweet nectar found there.
What a way to watch T. V., Katie thought as that wiggling little tongue dug deeper into her.
And the show was good too.
Pat had shot a large load of spunk into Susan's mouth and had pulled back.
In the few seconds it took for Rich to move over and take Pat's place, a long rope of white cum came drooling out of the mouth that Susan couldn't close.
"You stupid cow! Look at the mess you're making!" then he slammed his dong into her, choking her with it.
The globs of cum still in her mouth were all forced down her throat at once, giving her a thick lump of it to swallow, while still sucking at the new cock.
"What a slut! I can't believe the way she's fucking me," said Jim as he grabbed hard at her flanks.
Her ass cheeks jiggled as his cock hammered at her sopping cunt.
Her body had shifted into an automatic mode. Even though she hated being there her body was only responding to the cocks thrusting at her.
So her pussy walls closed tight like they always did, milking at the thick meat sliding inside her.
"Fucking gonna loose it. Make me cum Bitch!"
Susan could feel Jim's cock jerk and twitch inside her. Could feel the pressure as he pumped her full of his creamy jizz.
But she really felt it when he pulled out and he spunk started dripping down her thighs.
Murphy had been watch as he fucked Linda.
"Damn! I've got to try this bitch."
He pulled out of Linda, and before his cock could dry off, slammed deep into the bound woman. Slipping right in with the aid of Jim's cream.
"Hey!" Linda cried. She turned around and saw that Pat's rod was showing some signs of life, so she got down on her knees and sucked him into hungry mouth.
"What a fucking show. We should have this on tape," Scott said in the other room.
"We do." Katie pointed proudly to a VCR. in the corner.
"You're too much!"
He slid out of his chair and moved behind Jessie.
Pulling his cock out, he plunged into her.
"First gonna stir the pot, then I'm gonna fuck her in the ass. Just like she did to me."
Both Scott and Katie felt the girl stiffen with fear beneath them.
"You're a lot bigger than that crop was," Katie pointed out, panting. That magic tongue was really getting to her.
"And I can last about as long."
"Don't worry. We've got as long as we want. I bought Jessie's contract. She's mine."
The girl's tongue stabbed at Katie's clit making her cum ... and cum ... and cum....
