Loading...I was born into a working class family that was always struggling to pay the bills. My three siblings and I never had any luxuries. Mom and Dad divorced when I was five, and Dad disappeared. We all worked at part time jobs; there was no talk of me going to college.
But in my case something extraordinary happened when Dad’s wiggly little tadpole met up with Mom’s so porous membrane—as Emeril would say, “BAM”: a perfect combination of genes, DNA, or whatever produced a female of exceptional beauty.
I know, that sounds conceited, but it’s true. Of course my future gorgeousness was not apparent when I was a baby (all little girls are cute), but by the time I was a teenager I was drawing the attention of boys, girls, men, women, teachers, coaches, you name it.
My body developed early, and by the time I was eighteen I had a figure that would have looked good on the cover of Victoria’s Secret’s catalog. With luxurious black hair and dark sultry eyes I could captivate any straight male that came my way. My sisters were not unattractive, but I was something different. Mom shook her head and worried for me. She said that beauty was good, but that too much beauty was dangerous, that it could make a person one dimensional.
As you might expect, that bit of wisdom floated over my head like a summer breeze. I loved the attention. Teasing boys was fun, and I let a few of them have their way with me (I always liked that phrase—it helped me imagine that I had no choice in the matter, and that idea has always turned me on). My girl friends were envious and kept their boyfriends away from me as much as they could.
I dated all the alpha males in my high school, and dropped them when someone new and interesting caught my fancy. Needless to say I was not very popular with a lot of the guys. Still there was always a suitor willing to accept the challenge to get his hands on my hot body. The boys always seemed to like the sex more than I did. At that point I had not experienced the special kind of sex that in the future would drive me wild.
After graduation I found myself without a boyfriend and nothing exciting on the horizon. I had to work to get any spending money, and that summer I took an outdoor waitressing job at the local Big Burger Drive-In. It let me show off to the men who came on their lunch hour to eat and flirt. I was hoping some fascinating man would happen by and get me started on my adult life. I was eighteen, stunning, and ripe for the taking.
The big Harley rumbled in at about four o’clock on that fateful Saturday afternoon. Little did I know that my life was about to shoot off in a completely new direction. Riding the big machine like a knight on a war horse was a stud who reminded me of a young Burt Reynolds. I guessed he was about thirty years old. Behind him was a pretty young blonde in short shorts. It was something right out of the movies. My teenage heart went thumpty, thump.
They parked the bike and started to go inside. I stepped out from the entrance with my order pad and nodded toward a picnic table under the big tree over to the side. Sunlight forced its way through the leaves and made dancing patterns on the redwood table top. The guy looked at me, and then at his girl.
“I think we should eat outside,” he said.
“I wonder why,” sighed the girl, giving me the once over.
My skimpy waitress uniform was snug on the top, with a short skirt that showed a lot of leg. That day was warm and I had decided not to wear a bra. In those days my tits were so firm a bra was like a handkerchief thrown over a newel post. Besides I liked the feeling of the shirt rubbing against my bare nipples. Thinking back on it, I must have looked pretty hot as I sauntered up to them in my sneakers with built up heels.
“My name’s Candy, and I will be serving you today.” My real name is Shirley, but that did not seem to go with the scene. I was feeling very frisky and bored with my small town life.
My customers slithered onto the opposite benches attached to the table, with the stud facing out toward the cars and me. His eyes locked on mine. “Thank you Candy. My name is Tom, and this is my friend Cheryl. What do you recommend?”
“Well sir, we are famous for our big burgers,” I said, keeping my eyes on his. I wanted to let him know that I was not cowed by his aura of biker masculinity.
He grinned. “I hope they are as delicious as you look.”
“Oh please….”, sneered his girlfriend.
“Shut up Cheryl,” he said without looking at her. “I know you like her too. If you’re not good I’ll have to spank you right here on this picnic table.”
I’m sure my mouth must have dropped down to my chest. Never had I heard a grown woman threatened with a spanking. Cheryl dropped her eyes and said nothing. It was clear she took his threat seriously.
“Candy you can bring us each a big burger and a coke.”
I nodded and half turned to go back to the restaurant.
“Wait,” he said. “When does your shift end?”
His voice was so commanding that it didn’t occur to me not to answer. “In half an hour,” I replied.
“Good. We should be just finishing then. I want you to come join us.”
Why not, I thought. It couldn’t hurt to sit at the table with them and flirt. They were the most interesting people to come through in a long time. I batted my eyes. “Sure, as long as Cheryl doesn’t mind.”
Tom shifted his eyes to Cheryl, who was still staring at the table top. Deliberately he reached across the table and closed his finger and thumb on her left nipple. Her shoulders pulled back and she gasped.
“No problem, right Cheryl?”
“Yes Sir, no problem,” she whined as she twisted in her seat.
I could not believe it. In public, in broad daylight, he had pinched her tit and was still doing it. And she was letting him! I felt a tingling in my stomach. What would I do if a man did that to me? They wouldn’t dare. I was mesmerized. And why did her saying ‘yes sir’ have such a strange effect on me?
He looked up at me as he kept squeezing her tit. I could tell he was analyzing my reaction. I probably should have gone to the girl’s defense, or at least walked away in disgust. But I could not move. The strange feeling in my stomach persisted.
Boys had always been very tentative with me, touching me like I was a delicate flower, afraid of my reaction. It enhanced their status to be seen with the most beautiful girl in the school, and they did not want to blow it. Here was a man who did what he pleased with his girl. It gave me the shivers.
A knowing smile appeared on his handsome face as he watched my discomfort. Finally I tore my eyes away and retreated hastily back into the restaurant. There were no other customers in the drive up area, so I was able to hide inside until his burgers were ready. His callous treatment of his girl friend and her submission both frightened and intrigued me.
In a few minutes the tray was ready. I took a deep breath and pushed out through the screen door with their order. As I walked carefully toward the picnic area I felt his eyes moving up and down my body. Unconsciously I straightened my spine and pulled my shoulders back. Some feminine instinct drove me to present my best to this fascinating man.
“Sit with us,” he said, after I had placed the tray on the table. “You have no other customers.”
Without thinking I shrugged and slid onto the bench beside the girl. She was smiling now and seemed much friendlier toward me. He must have set her straight while I was in the restaurant.
He took a bite of the burger. “This is good. You know we were planning to go another fifty miles today, but I think we will stop here for the night. There are many interesting things in this town.”
I blushed. The way he looked at me told me that I was one of those interesting things. “Where are you headed?” I asked, trying to make conversation and get my mind off of sex.
“Nowhere particular,” he said. “I am an over worked lawyer from Chicago, and this is my way of unwinding. For a few days I ride my bike through the countryside, staying at small hotels. If Cheryl is a good girl I let her ride with me.”
Cheryl laughed. “What do you mean ‘good girl’? The last thing you want is for me to be a good girl. Then you couldn’t punish me.”
“Now, now. Don’t say things to scare our new friend. Candy, can you recommend a place to stay in this charming village?”
“There’s not much here. We do have a small lake outside of town where there are cottages for rent.”
“Perfect,” he said. “Tell me, why does a beautiful young girl like you want to stay here when you could be leading an exciting life in the big city?”
His easy manner made me relax and want to talk about myself. “Good question. I guess I’m just a little afraid of moving away from the place where I have spent my whole life. A few months ago I moved into my own place, and that was a big deal. But now I’m getting bored.”
“Do you have a car?”
“Yea, that old Ford over there is mine. It gets me to work and back.”
“It would get you to Chicago too,” he said. “I know a number of places where you could get a job on the first day you were there.”
I had no contacts in Chicago and was very interested. “What kind of job?”
“Well, for one I could hire you as the receptionist for my law firm. You would greet clients and visitors, handle general phone calls, arrange meetings, that kind of thing.”
Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Hey Tom, that sounds like the kind of job I might like.”
“Be quiet girl,” he said kindly. “You already have a job.”
I laughed nervously. “You’ve talked with me less than five minutes and you’re offering me a job?”
He smiled. “You’re right. We should get to know each other first. There are some things about me that take some getting used to.”
“You can say that again,” cracked Cheryl.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, ignoring his girl friend. “Why don’t you come with me on my bike and show me where these cottages are. Cheryl can follow us in your car. Then we can hang out and talk about the future.”
It seemed like a good idea. The cottages were in an isolated area, but with Cheryl going along, I felt safe enough. I was captivated by this good looking older guy, who seemed to want to help me get something going in my life.
“Okay. Give me the money for your meals and I’ll check out.”
He paid me and went with Cheryl to look over my car. I gave the money to the manager and told him I was through for the day. The manger rang up the sale and gave me back three twenties. “Your customer way overpaid,” he said with a grin. “I guess the rest is meant to be your tip.”
I had been so excited about leaving on the back of that Harley that I hadn’t even looked at the money Tom had given me. A sixty dollar tip! This was a guy I definitely wanted to get to know better.
“Here are the keys to the Ford,” I said to Cheryl. “It’s an automatic and easy to drive.”
She gave me a look that said ‘whatever’ and got into the car. Tom took my hand and led me to his big, black bike. A twist of the key, and it roared into life. He swung his leg over and smiled at the anticipation that radiated from my eyes. “Get on and hold tight,” he shouted over the deep roar characteristic of the Harley.
The soft leather on the rear seat felt good between my legs. He gunned the engine and powerful vibrations surged through my body. I had never been on a bike like this, and suddenly I realized why so many hot looking babes could be seen on the backs of motorcycles.
I wrapped my arms around his hard muscled waist and hollered in his ear. “Take a right out of the parking lot and get on the highway going west.”
The bike took off like a jet, and I wondered how Cheryl was going to be able to keep up in my old Ford. The highway was straight, almost no traffic, perfect for him to show what the Harley could do. With the wind tearing at my hair I buried my face in his back and held on for my life. It was exciting and exhilarating beyond belief.
After a couple of miles he slowed to let Cheryl catch up. “Like it?” he asked, turning his head.
“Oh yes,” I gasped. “It feels like I am riding a run away bull on steroids.”
He laughed. “In many ways you are.”
The implication of our flirty comments was clear. If it weren’t for Cheryl I expected I would be fucking him before the day was over. My pussy was sending me a strong message.
“The turn off to the lake is just past that bus stop,” I said, letting go of him long enough to point.
He pulled over to the side to wait for Cheryl. The Harley purred and gurgled and fluttered against my inner thighs. He had one foot on the ground and rotated his body until he could take my head in his hands. I did not turn away. Ever so slowly he lowered his lips, teasing me and testing my reaction. I lifted my face and offered my lips. The Harley’s vibrations were going up my body from my pussy to my eager mouth.
Just as I was preparing to meet his tongue I heard the sound of my car pulling off the road behind us. For a few moments I had forgotten that we were not alone, that he had a girl friend already. Her arrival made me tense and pull back.
“Don’t be concerned about Cheryl,” he said. “You’ll see.”
Before I could ask him about the meaning of that strange comment, he started up and pointed the bike down the side road to the lake. I hugged his back and wondered what that kiss would have been like.
After about a mile of winding through a thick pine forest, we pulled up at the lakeside building that served as the office for the ten rental cabins that were scattered around the hundred acre lake. The perimeter road that circled the water was a good three miles long, so there was a lot of space between cabins. It was early in the season, and there was no sign of any other renters.
Cheryl came in behind us and parked to the side. She emerged smiling, giving no indication of being upset at seeing us about to kiss. I had to admit that she looked very good in her tight shorts and bulging T shirt. She probably had ten years on me, but her body was in top condition. Although her boobs were smaller than mine, they sure were perky. With her pixie cut bleached blonde hair and generous lips she was what the guys would call a ‘cute piece’. I had no doubt that Tom was balling her every night.
I walked up to the door of the office. A note tacked to the molding read: ‘The manager is away this week. If you wish to rent a cabin please use the phone in the office and call the number below.’
The door was unlocked. I guess the owner figured a burglar could break in anyway. Inside was a cheap desk, two chairs, and a phone. I dialed the number and spoke to a woman who told me to take any cabin I wanted and leave forty dollars under the cushion on the chair I was sitting on. She didn’t even ask for my name.
I relayed the information to Tom, who seemed very pleased with the informal, anonymous arrangement. He gave me the forty dollars to put on the chair and herded us out of the office.
“Let’s go to that cabin on the far side of the lake,” he said. “It will be very private.”
My mother had warned me about going to out of the way places with strange men, and I hesitated. “I don’t know,” I said. “I didn’t realize there would be no one here.”
“Oh come on,” said Cheryl, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the car. “What are you afraid of? There are two of us and only one of him. You lead the way in your car. Tom and I will follow you on the bike. I need to talk with him.”
Had I known more about Cheryl I would not have gone with the two of them to the isolated cabin. But then I would not have experienced the things I did, and would have continued to live my quiet, vanilla life in my provincial little town. My mother had already picked out the up and coming young man she wanted me to marry.
Innocently I drove around the lake on the gravel road that led to the cabin Tom had selected. Behind me the Harley hummed and droned its sensuous song, and I saw in my mirror that Tom and Cheryl were having an animated conversation. I figured that she was making him promise to stop hitting on me. I figured wrong.
When we arrived at the cabin Tom opened the storage compartment under the rear seat on the Harley and retrieved a small duffle bag. They followed me up onto the porch just as the sun sank behind the hill to the west. It would be dark soon.
The cottage contained one double bed, a small dresser, and two straight backed wooden chairs. A door at the rear was partially open, revealing a surprisingly large, tiled bathroom.
“Well it looks comfortable enough,” I said gaily. “You two should have a very romantic night here on our lake.”
“Oh it will be romantic all right,” said Tom ominously. “But it will not be just the two of us. We will be sharing that bed with you.”
“Oh no,” I declared instinctively, backing toward the door. “I showed you the place, and now I have to go.”
Tom just smiled. The doorway was blocked by a determined-looking Cheryl, who had some kind of leather straps dangling from her hand. Her eyes bore into me like a cat about to devour a mouse.
“You see,” said Tom calmly, “my friend Cheryl is bisexual and a trifle sadistic. She fancies you as much as I do. Together we are going to take you places you have never imagined.”
Quick as a snake he grabbed my arms and spun me around, pulling my wrists behind me. “Cuff her,” he barked.
Cheryl snapped the leather bands around my wrists and clipped them together. “It’s done,” she said. “She won’t be able to fight us. Now can I play with her?”
“Patience my dear. Get that Velcro strap out of our bag and bind her upper arms together. I want to see those nice tits pushed forward. And set up the video camera.”
I struggled against the grip he had on my shoulders, but he was too strong. “Let me go! You are going to be in big trouble for this!”
“I don’t think so,” he said. “No one knows you are with us, or even who we are—including you. And I’ve been watching you. I know your type. You have always been in control and have missed out on what it’s like when you are forced to submit, when a man takes all that sexy beauty and uses it for his own pleasure.”
“NOOO….”
He held me while Cheryl bound my arms together, and then they pushed me into one of the chairs. “Tie her ankles to the legs,” he said. More Velcro straps came out of the duffle and my feet were secured to the chair legs, forcing my legs apart. .
“Maybe we should have removed her panties first,” said Cheryl.
“No, I like to go about these things slowly,” he responded. “Help me scoot her chair over by the bed so we can both sit in front of her. And bring me those scissors from the side pocket on the duffle.”
They maneuvered my chair until my knees were almost touching the side of the bed. Tom sat in front of me and inserted one leg between my open thighs. His accomplice handed him a pair of scissors with rounded points, and then went back to the duffle to retrieve a small video camera.
“While she’s setting up the camera let’s finish what we started back on the highway,” he said as he took my head in his hands like he had done before. Tied to the chair there was no way I could resist him, even if I had wanted to. He pulled me toward him and gently brushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, temporarily forgetting the helpless situation I was in.
He licked my lips. “Give me your tongue,” he said, and I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth and keeping my eyes closed. I could feel his eyes on me as he used his hands to turn my face from side to side and dab at my tongue with his. Suddenly he dropped his hands to the shelf of my thrusting breasts, squeezing and rubbing the cotton fabric of my shirt against the erect nipples below.
“OHH…”, I gasped in surprise. Up to that point he had been gentle, not like my overheated high school boyfriends who groped me every chance they got. But he was not groping…he was asserting his control and it was turning me on incredibly. I attacked his mouth with my lips and tongue and urged my tits into his palms. His reaction told me that his blood was boiling as much as mine.
After a minute of trying to consume each other, he pulled back both his mouth and his hands. “Wow,” exclaimed. “You are as hot as you look. Cheryl and I are going to enjoy training you.”
Once again I had forgotten about Cheryl. I turned my head and saw that she had positioned the video camera on a stand on the dresser and was in the process of focusing it on me. The glowing red light showed that it was recording.
“Forget the camera,” said Tom. “No one is going to see the tape except us.” He picked up the scissors. “It’s time to start getting rid of these clothes. Your tits feel great, but I want to see them.”
“You can’t cut my clothes!” I protested. “What will I wear home?”
“No worries,” Tom said. “If you are good, Cheryl will give you some clothes. But you’d better be nice to her. Come on Cheryl, help me divest her of this too small T shirt.”
Smiling sweetly the diabolical blonde grabbed the fabric just above my shirt and pulled it free. I noticed that she was careful not to block the camera’s view of my body. Tom took the tail of the shirt in his left hand and began cutting it right up the middle.
Snip…snip… In a few seconds the fabric sprang open, pushed by my thrusting boobs. Without a bra they stood high and firm, the nipples hard. In spite of my predicament I admit I was proud of my body. Tom gave a low whistle. Sheryl sat on the bed next to him and licked her lips suggestively.
“I hope you’re satisfied,” I snarled, staring at them defiantly. I did not want them to know how aroused I was by the way they were treating me.
“That’s a start,” Tom chortled. “But you will have to do a lot of things before we are satisfied.” He and Cheryl each took one of my tits and began examining it.
“Amazing,” said Tom.
“Yeah,” agreed Cheryl. “Look at the size of those areolas and nipples, and the way they are tilted upward. I can’t wait to get my mouth on them and see how she reacts.”
“You are a couple of sick perverts,” I complained. But at the same time their words and fingers were making shivers run up and down my back.
Tom shook his head and spoke to Cheryl. “Listen to that name calling. She needs to be taught a lesson. I saw some clothes pins on the line out back. Go get them. And while you’re at it, cut a couple of switches from the tree.”
“Good idea,” she said and let go of me to follow his instructions. Meanwhile he continued to cup my right tit, running his thumb over the nipple. His face was inches from mine, watching me. My body was responding, and he knew it.
“You bastard. What are you doing to me?”
“I’m tapping in to that volcano that is ready to explode. You can’t do anything about it, and at some point I’ll break through. You are going to end up like Cheryl, willing to do anything I say. But in the meantime you are going to feel some pain, both physical and mental.”
His finger and thumb closed on the tender nipple. “OOOHHHH,” I screamed.
Oblivious to my cries he twisted my nub like he was dialing the combination on a lock. “I’m just getting it ready for the clothes pin,” he said. “You need a little tenderizing first.” The fingers on his other hand closed on my left nipple, doubling my erotic discomfort. I thrashed around in the chair and wailed.
“AAAHHHH… enough….. please….. ohhh…”
At last he stopped and dropped his hands. “That will do for now. Your buds are stretched enough for the clothes pins to get a good grip. It’s time to get rid of those panties that Cheryl was worried about.”
I squirmed helplessly as he raised my skirt to my waist, exposing my tight bikini underwear. A new flock of butterflies took off in my stomach, and I knew he was going to see the sheen of moisture on the cotton fabric of my panties.
“Just as I expected,” he said, as he probed the squishy surface with his finger tip. I was mortified.
“Oh godddd……”
He picked up the scissors and slid one blade under the cuff on my left thigh. “No need to be ashamed,” he said condescendingly. “You can’t help it.”
A few snips and the panties parted on one side. A repeat process on the other side, and he was able to pull the now shapeless cloth away completely. He lowered his head to get a good look at my wet and swollen lips. One insidious finger began testing and probing.
“Ohhh…. you have to stop that…. it’s not fair.. I won’t let you do this to me….”
“Your body is in harmony with your nature, but your mind still needs to be freed to go with the flow. Ah… here comes Cheryl, and I see she has gotten what we need.”
Cheryl was standing in the doorway holding up two clothes pins in one hand, and two flexible tree branches in the other. The branches had been stripped of their leaves and made wicked-looking switches.
Tom laughed. “I love it when we go out into the country and have to improvise. Not like at home where I have my choice of toys. Right Cheryl?”
“You always seem to find something to torment me with,” she said smiling. “I think what I have here will be sufficient for training Miss Candy. I see you have prepared her.”
“Yea, don’t those tits look delicious?”
“Amazing! I can’t wait to get my mouth on those big nipples. Maybe I should suck on them a bit before you apply the clothes pins.”
All that talk about what they were going to do to me was having a strange effect on my body. I was frightened by the thought that I was going to feel pain, but for some reason my pussy was positively salivating. And having another woman touch me was going to be a completely new experience. In any case I didn’t seem to have any choice in the matter.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded.
“Oh you’re going to hurt,” Cheryl snarled as she sat on the bed next to Tom. “It’s necessary for your training, and part of our fun.” Her hand moved up the inside of my thigh, stopping just as the tips of her fingers reached my wet pussy.
“Why didn’t you cut off her skirt too?” she asked Tom.
“It’s not going to be in our way, and I think a little clothing is sexy,” he said. “Besides she will need something to wear home, when and if we let her go.”
The reference to letting me go made me relax a little. At least they didn’t intend to murder me to cover their tracks. But before I could think more about the future Cheryl’s head came down and her lips closed over my left nipple, drawing it gently into her mouth.
“Ahhhhhh…..”, I gasped. Involuntarily my back arched to push more of me forward for her to taste. Expertly she went to work, alternating licks and sucks with using her teeth to nip and bite. Plenty of young boys had played with my tits, but never had I felt anything like what Cheryl was doing. She knew how to apply just the right combination of sensations. Together with my sense of helplessness it was driving me crazy.
“OH GOD.. What are you doing to me?” I thrashed around in the chair, aware that my other boob was dancing in front of Tom. Cheryl’s fingers moved against my pussy as she continued her assault on my breast.
When I didn’t think I could take any more without cumming, Tom intervened. “Enough of that for now,” he said as he pulled Cheryl’s head up by her hair. “Too much pleasure too soon is bad for her training.”
“Aww,” whined Cheryl. “Let me make her cum to show her what a slut she really is.”
“I am not a slut!” I stated emphatically. “A slut has choices. You aren’t giving me any.”
“Maybe not right now,” laughed Tom. “But soon you will be pleading with me to let you be my slut, and not only just for tonight.”
“Never!” I cried. But even as I defied him my tits were aching for more attention. He must have seen it in my eyes because he gave Cheryl an instruction that sent shivers down my spine.
“Cheryl, bring me our little tit whip from the duffle.”
An evil grin momentarily distorted her pretty face. Quick as the bunny that she was she jumped off the bed and returned with a short braided leather rod from whose tip dangled three or four knotted thongs. She lay the strips across the top of my left boob and put the whip handle in Tom’s hand. Flicking his wrist he worked the knots over and around my nipple.
“Oh god…”, I whimpered, tensing my body.
Cheryl wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head back, giving him plenty of rooms to swing the whip and hit where he wanted. “Relax sweetie,” she said. “You will learn to love this like I do. It stings so good and makes you so ready to be fucked.”
Swish, splat….. swish, splat…. The barbed strips moved over my tit, coming down from the top, up from the bottom, and side to side like spraying a car with a garden hose.
“OWWWW….’ I bounced up and down in the chair in a hopeless attempt to escape the sharp stings. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand anymore, he moved to the other tit and began again.
“Stop… please stop….. I’ll do what you want… anything….. oh god……” Tears were dripping down my cheek. I wondered why my pussy kept getting wetter.
He seemed pleased with the effect and pulled back. After pausing to let me catch my breath he extended the braided handle so that the edge just touched my protruding nipple. A slight back and forth motion of his wrist was all it took to tease them into being even harder.
“Check her,” he said to Cheryl. “I think she might be ready for the next step.”
Cheryl knew exactly what he meant. It occurred to me that they had done this before. Her hand went under my skirt.
“Definitely wetter than before,” she announced.
“Good,” he said. “Show her what I like.” He dropped the whip and lay back on the bed. The fabric of his jeans stretched tightly over his bulge. I had a pretty good idea of what was coming.
A big smile appeared on Cheryl’s face, and her eyes shown with excitement. She looked back and forth between my reddened tits and his obvious hard on. He put his arm over his eyes, signaling that he was turning control over to her.
“Okay, my dear,” she said. “Time for your first lesson in man pleasing. You have great tits, but we have to keep those nipples extended. I’ll just clip on these clothes pins for now.”
“Ahhhh…” I felt two sharp pinches as the hard wood clamps were applied, but the momentary pain quickly became erotic. It was something I had thought about, but until then had never experienced. These two were leading me into new territory.
She gave the dangling pins a couple of swats and turned her attention to Tom. A quick jerk and his belt was free. Leaning over him, she nuzzled his bulge with her nose and mouth as she pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His big cock jumped out like it was spring loaded. “My god,” I gasped.
“Nice isn’t it,” said Cheryl as she caressed him with her finger tips. “It never ceases to amaze me. He must like you, ’cause he’s super hard.”
I suddenly noticed that he was all skin. “What happened to his hair?”
She laughed. “I make sure he’s always clean shaven, just as he does for me. When you’re into oral sex as much as we are, it’s so much better without eating hair pie.”
Tom’s cock was twitching and waving like a pine tree in the wind. She seemed to know just where to touch it to get the most reaction. Little pleasure noises were coming from his mouth. “Had much experience giving blow jobs?” she asked sweetly.
The truth was I had only done it once. My boyfriend seemed to like it well enough, but he came so fast I didn’t have time to do much experimenting. “Not much,” I admitted.
Her fingers were teasing the underside of his crown. “The trick is to go slow,” she explained like she was teaching a cooking class. “You don’t want to just gobble it down and suck on it. Use your tongue to lick it like a popsicle, like this….”
I was fascinated. She alternated long sweeps of her tongue with little dabs around the tip. He was huge and stiff as a board. I could see his hips begin to make little humping movements. “You are so good Cheryl,” he moaned. “Teach her well. I want to feel that virgin mouth on me. If she hesitates, use the switch.”
She grinned at him. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I am going to turn her into a first class cock sucker. But to do that I have to get these jeans off of you. Lift your hips.”
Down came his pants, dragging his boxers with them. She scooted my chair back so that she could pull off his motorcycle boots and get the tight jeans completely off. Then she pushed his legs apart and slid my chair between them. I was inches away from his throbbing cock.
“Now we can get all the tender places,” she said. “The underside of his balls is really sensitive. Watch carefully.”
Dropping to her knees beside my chair she managed to get one of his legs up on her shoulder. The result was an open path for her to lift his balls and get her mouth under the hanging nuggets. Her tongue darted around like a frog snapping insects, making him twitch and moan like he was about to explode. I wanted to get my mouth on him too, and leaned forward in my chair.
Cheryl sensed my movement and looked up at me, still licking and teasing him. Her eyes gave me permission, and I lowered my head to lick at the quivering stem. With two tongues working on him his groans were getting louder.
“I love seeing him like this,” Cheryl sighed. “He’s close. Take the head gently in your mouth and gum it with your lips.”
I did as I was told, while Cheryl milked his balls with her hand. The muscles in his leg tightened and his cock jerked in my mouth. “Hold on,” urged Cheryl. “Don’t let him slip out and get ready to swallow.”
The creamy fluid sprayed against the roof my mouth in powerful spurts. No sooner had I swallowed one, than another gusher slammed into me. He cried out and grabbed my head, plunging his cock deep into my mouth. Tied as I was I could not resist as my air was cut off, and he was so consumed by the sensations he was feeling that he did not seem to notice.
Cheryl recognized my problem. “Relax and breathe through your nose,” she said. “Let him into your throat.”
It took all my concentration, but I was able to do it. The feeling of being dominated and used was incredibly arousing. Finally he spasmed one last time and released my head. I gasped and fell back in my chair, white cream dripping out of mouth. Cheryl made a track through the sticky fluid with her finger tip and smiled at me.
“You’re a natural,” she said. “A few more tricks and you will be a qualified sex toy like me.”
Tom sat up on the bed. “Whew. That was something.” He released the clothes pins from my tits, letting the blood flow back in and making me cry out. “I may reattach these later,” he said. “They’re good for keeping your points long and hard.”
Cheryl stood by, looking pleased with herself. “Good teaching job, Cheryl,” he said. “You deserve to be rewarded. Now I will now be the teacher and show Miss Candy how to eat pussy.”
“YES,” said Cheryl enthusiastically. “I’m ready to feel that lovely mouth. This will probably be her first time doing a woman, and you will have to force her, which will turn her on like she can’t believe.”
“Oh no,” I wailed. “I’m not a lesbian. Don’t make me do this.”
His response was to tell Cheryl to get ready. “Take off your clothes. I want you completely naked so I can use the tit whip on you while she pleasures you. The last time we did it like that you went crazy.”
“God yes!” She stood beside the bed and kept her eyes on mine as she slowly stripped. I had always been curious about what sex with a woman would be like, but I never imagined being in a position like this. Cheryl delighted in erotically revealing her body to me, piece by lovely piece. She had a great figure, and she knew it.
The switches were on the bed where she had left them. Tom picked up one and used it to lift Cheryl’s newly exposed breast. She stood very still, offering her tit to whatever he wanted to do to it, her arousal palpable. I watched in amazement as he flicked her with the switch, dragging the rough bark across her stiff nipple.
“Ahhhh…” she whimpered and took a deep breath.
“Chest out Cheryl,” he barked. “You know you love it. You do, don’t you? Tell me and Candy how hot it makes you when I punish your tits.”
“Ohh…. yes damn it… ahhhhh……”
“Yes what, bitch?” The end of the stick was thrusting against her swollen bud.
“OH GOD….YES SIR….”
“I imagine your nipple is getting a little agitated. Maybe Candy should kiss it and make it better.”
Cheryl seemed to be waiting for just such an opportunity. She swung a naked leg over my lap and sat on me, her tits right in my face. “OH NO!” I protested, trying to turn my head. But with my hands tied behind me I could not prevent her from gripping my hair and forcing my mouth down on her nipple.
“Suck her,” commanded Tom. “Or YOUR tits will be sorry.”
What could I do? I went to work on the sexy treat before me. Cheryl’s nipple was like a ripe olive, and the more I sucked, and licked, and nibbled, the more she squirmed on my lap and wiggled her pussy up against me. It was a totally new experience and it was making me very hot.
“Okay, Cheryl, now lie back on the bed just like I was. I am going to release her legs and get rid of the chair so that she can go down on you with her ass in the air.”
The superheated blonde slid off of me and back onto the bed. “Tom, keep her hands tied behind her. I want to feel only her mouth.”
“Good idea,” he said. “It will also make it easier for me to control her.”
In a few seconds I found myself bent over between Cheryl’s legs, the aroma from her filling my nostrils. “Keep your legs straight,” ordered Tom, as he raised my little skirt and bared my ass. The rough switch was drawn across my bulging cheeks like a bow on a bass fiddle. I could imagine what it was going to feel like if he used it to spank me.
“Start with only your tongue,” he instructed. “Lick around her inner thighs and lower stomach. Make her crave your touch.” The switch tapped my ass to let me know that refusal was not an option.
Her skin was hot and moist with her desire. From the first contact with my wet tongue she began twisting and moaning her pleasure. I painted a trail along the top of her pussy and down her hip. When I tried to lick high on the inside her thigh, she pushed upward, and my nose brushed her pussy. She sighed with pleasure, but it also gave her an excuse to complain. “She’s touching me with more than just her tongue.”
SWISH…. SPLATT… The switch stung my ass. “Follow instructions,” he growled.
“But….,” I objected.
SWISH…. SPLATT… “But nothing. Do as I tell you.”
I kept lathering her, my nose continuing to take in her enticing aroma. Tom was caressing my ass with the switch in one hand, and using his other hand to tease Cheryl’s nipples with the tit whip. She twisted her hips to try to get my mouth where she wanted it.
“God Tom. She’s driving me crazy. Make her do me properly.”
He laughed and smacked her tit with the whip. “And if I do what will you do for me?”
“ANYTHING YOU WANT. You can fuck me, or fuck her. I’ll hold her if you want while you give it to her in the ass.”
That last comment really got my attention. I certainly was not ready to have that huge cock in my ass. But Tom seemed to like the idea. “Ummmm…. okay Candy, move your mouth to the main target. Kiss and suck on her like you would want it done to you.”
“Yes sir,” I said, getting into my role as their sex toy. Tentatively I began probing her with my tongue.
“Ummm… that’s good. Right there. Yes.. Yes.. A little higher. Ohhhhh yesssss….”
It appeared Cheryl was going to direct the action, so I relaxed and went with the flow. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tom move to sit on the bed beside her head. He was hard again, with his cock was bobbing like the spear of a soldier in a Greek phalanx moving to the attack. He was bare from the waist down, and his lower body was very muscular, with an ass to die for—not at all my image of a big city lawyer. I wanted him to fuck me.
“That’s it, Cheryl honey. Tell her what you like.” He was bending down and kissing her neck and ear. “I’ll make sure she does what you want.”
“Oh Tom, I am so hot. You do know how to set a scene. Right there Candy…. ahhhh….. a little harder…. yes…. YES……”
I raised my eyes and saw him stroking her hair as he whispered in her ear. “We do have fun on our little weekend trips, don’t we?”
“God yes,” she moaned. “You always seem to find someone to play with. But never one so young and gorgeous and innocent. The way you have her under control with her hands tied behind her doing whatever you tell her is driving me crazy.”
As if to emphasize his control, he placed the switch in the crack of my ass and sawed it back and forth, pressing just hard enough to get my attention. In response I wiggled my nose against her clit and French kissed her. Her body bucked and I had to struggle to maintain contact.
“I’M CUMMING,” she screamed. “DON’T STOP.. AHHHHHH…..”
Somehow I managed to keep diddling her with my nose and twirling my tongue as she shivered and writhed under me. Tom was kissing her and absorbing her cries into his mouth. Finally I felt the tension leave her. Her limbs seemed to melt into the mattress. I could imagine how she felt and wanted the same.
Tom continued to kiss her and stroke her hair. It was a tender scene, with me as an insignificant bystander. He obviously cared for this woman and delighted in giving her pleasure. My sexy ripe body did not distract him from his attention to her. She must have loved it.
“That was incredible,” she sighed. “Our new friend really got into it.”
He chuckled. “I had a feeling about her. What should we do with her next?”
Cheryl raised her head and looked at me. I was sitting back on my heels with her juices all around my mouth. My eyes were hot, and my pussy was wet. The video camera was recording all this, so I knew I had no chance of claiming I was forced. They could do whatever they wanted without fear of reprisal.
She smiled knowingly and took Tom’s stiff cock in her hand. “I think she is ready to be fucked, and you are clearly ready to do the fucking. But I want to direct the action. I want her completely helpless and open.”
“Perhaps the modified hog tied position?”
“Yes. Perfect. Help me get her ready.”
The two of them maneuvered me onto the bed on my knees, my ass in the air. While Tom held my head down on the mattress, Cheryl undid the binding that held my wrists together and then pulled my arms under me so that they were between my legs. “Raise your ass more,” she commanded. Two sharp spanks reinforced her command. “Okay, okay,” I wailed.
By bending my body more I made it possible for her to tie my wrists to my ankles. Now my ass was pointing at the ceiling, totally exposed and vulnerable. My face was turned to the side and pressed tightly against the mattress, but there was enough space under my chest for Tom to reach in and squeeze my tits.
“Very good,” he said as he pinched my already sore buds. “Let’s drag her to the edge so I can stand on the floor and get a solid purchase for my feet while I ream her.”
If I was wet before, now I was flowing like a mountain stream. Being in this position was turning me on like I couldn’t have imagined. I was open, vulnerable, and helpless… and I loved it. Cheryl knew just what I was feeling and spoke to me softly as she kissed my closed eyes.
“I knew you would like this,” she said. “I like it too. This position lets you open like a flower for the bee to go deep to take your sweet honey. Tom is big and long and hard. Let yourself go and savor the feeling. You can’t do anything to stop it anyway.”
“Ohhh…”, was all I could manage to say. Then she stood up and I heard her talking to Tom.
“Step in a little closer. I’ll guide you in and stimulate your balls while you do her.”
“GGRRRR….,” Tom growled.
“Should I finger her ass at the same time,” she asked like she was a waitress serving lunch.
“Yea, get your finger wet before I go in.”
After that my mind went into another place. I was conscious of being filled and ridden and sexually stimulated until all thought were purged from my brain. Almost immediately I had a small orgasm, and then another, and another, each one stronger than the last. When he finally erupted into me it was like going over the top in a roller coaster.
I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was lying on the bed between them. My hands were free, and my skirt was gone. They were both naked as well, slithering their bodies against mine as they hugged and caressed me.
“We will sleep for a while now,” said Tom. “Later Cheryl and I will play with you some more.”
“Okay,” I said, and couldn’t believe I had said it. Why was I being so compliant? A little voice inside gave me the answer. ‘Because you love it,’ it said.
Tom picked up on my submission. “Tomorrow you will give notice that you are quitting your job. You will also give up your apartment and pack your things. I will give you my address in Chicago, and you will drive there next weekend. You will work for me and stay with me until you get your own place. Cheryl will help you. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” I said.