Loading...“I told you I wanted the bacon well-done,” the woman said loud enough for most of the café to hear.
Jason looked down at the two halves of the BLT sandwich laid open for the young man to see the meat in question.
“We didn’t think you wanted it burnt,” Jason said.
“I wanted it the way I ordered it,” the woman stated firmly. “Well-done. Not soft. Not burnt. Well-done.”
“Would you like another sandwich?” Jason asked.
“If it’s not an inconvenience to the cook,” she answered.
“We’ll bring it out to you.”
Despite his irritation at the public berating, Jason’s eyes followed the very attractive customer as she returned to her table. She was most likely in her mid to late thirties, a professional of some type, with a penchant for crisp, body hugging blouses with low necklines…and an ass to kill for.
A few moments later, Jason personally delivered a second BLT, with well-done bacon, to her table. As he set it down he captured a good view down her silky blouse. Her breasts were full and firm and perfectly sized for his taste. He grinned at her devilishly and she leered back as if wanting to strangle him.
Jason had seen many beautiful women pass through the downtown café in the years he had worked there, but this one was different. She was striking; not like a model or movie star, but striking in her natural beauty. Her short blonde hair was obviously done by a stylist and every individual hair was in its proper place. Her body was perfectly proportional and she dressed as if she knew it.
Jason spent many a night thinking about the BLT lady, even though two weeks passed without his seeing her again. Certainly, her bacon nightmare was enough to drive her away forever.
Then she was back. Jason saw her enter the café and move to another spot at the counter, ready to order. Jason rushed over and assigned the kid about to take the order to bus tables. He then looked at her and grinned.
“Chef salad with no onions or croutons and fat-free Italian dressing,” she ordered, digging into her purse for her wallet.
“No bacon?” Jason inquired.
Her head jerked up and she looked at him fiercely. Jason was sure she was about to turn and leave. He saw her cheeks flush with apparent anger, and she asked, “How much?”
After getting payment and giving her the receipt, Jason watched every step she took to her table. He felt his cock twitch at the mere sight of her walking in her designer dress.
Between customers, Jason glanced over at her and saw when the salad was delivered. Even though he could not hear her, he could tell the instant she put a fork into the salad that something wasn’t right. Jason watched her angrily slam the fork onto the table and get up, salad in hand. She approached the counter.
“Is there a problem?” he asked calmly.
“I ordered this with no onions.”
Jason gazed down at the bowl. He grabbed a fork from a nearby silverware tray and delicately picked out the half dozen onion slices from the top of the salad, placing them on the dish holding the bowl. He then pushed the salad in her direction.
“You fucking bastard,” she hissed under her breath, but loud enough for Jason to hear her.
He watched her stomp out of the café, never to enter again.
But that wasn’t the last time they would meet.
Twenty five year old Jason Roberts wasn’t overly smart, or rich, or good looking. But he was clever. He knew who the BLT lady had talked to in the café and when he saw them, he began to question them innocently about her. Had they seen her lately? Was she still working downtown? Where did she work? Did they know her name?
Eventually he knew that Kristen Stewart was a CPA for McGlaughlin and Smith. She worked in their building on Ninth Avenue. She was divorced with no kids…and she was a bitch. A really cute one, but a bitch.
Two co-workers in particular—regulars at the café during Happy Hour—eagerly filled Jason in on her one Friday night.
“My favorite Kristen story is the day she almost killed Cooper,” one of them said to a nodding friend and Jason. “Cooper was a supervisor over her, but everybody knew she did all the work and knew way more than he did.”
The guy took a drink and continued: “So, he calls Kristen into his office with the apparent intent of feeling her up or something.”
His co-worker added, “You have to know Cooper. He’s about fifty five and overweight and likely beats off watching her work every day.”
The first guy laughed and picked up the story. “So, like, nobody actually witnessed it because the door was closed, but they heard Kristen screech some profanity and the next thing you know things are bouncing off the office walls. Cooper could be heard yelling something back at her, but the bombardment continued for, like, thirty seconds.”
Both guys were laughing and the second guy finished the tale. “So, Kristen walks out, her hair a little out of place, which is, of course, something you never see and then people look in to Cooper with a huge wet spot in his crotch where Kristen had thrown a glass of water or something to cool him off. And every other loose object in the office had been thrown in his direction.”
“The poor guy was gone in less than a month,” the first one said after the three laughed. “No one messes with Kristen Stewart and lives to talk about it.”
“She loves to tease, though,” the second guy said. “I knew a prospective client they brought in from out of town for a week a couple of years ago. He was a friend of my brother’s. He told me they had Kristen at every meeting in her most appealing outfits and even had her take him out to dinner one night. I guess she was all over him until he did a Cooper on her, and she left him hangin’…literally.”
It was all the information Jason needed to hear to convince him to put his plan into action. Kristen Stewart needed to be brought down a notch and he was more than willing to be the guy to do it, but he would need help. He asked the two men if they would be willing to participate, making sure they realized the extent of their involvement would be left up to them. They agreed.
Their names were Tom and Andy. Jason said he would speak to them whenever they came in for Happy Hour if he needed their assistance. The alliance was formed and it would soon prove to be the undoing of Kristen Stewart.
Step one was to demonstrate to her that Jason had control over her. That would be easy enough by providing her an opportunity to snub him and then have her pay the price. The plan would take a little coordination between himself and Tom and Andy, however.
A trip to the mall resulted in his purchase of an especially short and revealing dress that didn’t empty his bank account. At the next Happy Hour, Jason assigned Tom and Andy with getting him Kristen’s home address.
Then he had to wait for the next day that his café delivered a catered lunch to Kristen’s company, which they did fairly routinely. Jason knew he could use his seniority at the café to ask to be the one who made the delivery.
The day before he made that delivery, he visited Kristen’s condo and left a package on her front porch while she was at work. It contained the dress and a note that demanded she wear the dress to work the next day or ‘face the consequences of disobedience.’ No clues were left behind for her to determine who was behind the ultimatum and she certainly had no reason to suspect an insignificant employee of a café she no longer frequented.
Jason was restless the day of the lunch delivery in anticipation of starting his campaign to reform Ms. Stewart. He believed, without a doubt, that she would not wear the dress. If she didn’t, he had a plan of action. If she did wear the dress, he had an alternative strategy that would ramp up the demands until she was forced to defy him.
He arrived a few minutes before noon and was led into an empty conference room where the box lunches were to be served. As was pre-arranged, Tom and Andy met him there and confirmed for him that Kristen had not worn the dress. Jason smiled and waited for her to appear.
The look on her face was priceless when she turned the corner and saw the guy she immediately associated with poor service.
She said, “Oh, it’s you. What do we think the chances are that all of these orders are right?”
“We may have forgotten a napkin or two. Try to forgive us,” Jason replied.
Just as Kristen started to walk past him, Jason said, “Nice outfit. Why didn’t you wear the dress?”
She froze in place and spun to face him.
“That was YOU?!”
Jason just grinned, and then asked, “Is there a room where we can talk?”
“No. I want you to leave and I want you to never get near my condo again. Do you understand?”
Jason said, “I don’t think YOU understand, Kristen. Find us a room.”
Kristen angrily led them into her office and closed the door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I asked you to do one little thing and you refused,” Jason told her. “You give orders and act like a bitch all day with people and then you won’t do something I asked. Do you not have ANY respect for other people’s feelings?”
“Get out.”
“Not yet,” Jason responded. “I need you to realize something first, Kristen.”
He approached her and he saw her lean back in the first sign of apprehension he ever saw in her. Then he reached out as if to touch the front of her blouse, but she pulled away.
“Don’t make a sound, Kristen, or the consequences will be very, very unpleasant, just like I said in the note,” Jason warned her. “Now, let me do this.”
He reached out again and let his hand rest on the top button of her blouse. Jason could hear Kristen’s uneven breathing as he effortlessly undid the button and exposed more of her chest, down to the top of her beautiful, full tits.
“Get out of here before I call security, you little ass,” she murmured with a livid tone.
Jason let his fingers linger just inside the blouse at the top edge of her cleavage.
“We need to teach you a lesson…or two, Kristen,” he said “You’ve been WAY too callous to people in your life. You will be getting new demands from me until you mend your ways. Some will be in person, like today. It will be entirely up to you how long this has to go on and what the punishment will have to be. They won’t all be as simple as wearing a dress. Now, you’ll wear the dress to work tomorrow, won’t you?”
She didn’t answer.
Jason let his hand drop to the top of her bra and she furiously pulled it away.
“I’ll know whether you did or not and, well, you already know there will be consequences if you don’t,” he said.
Just then the intercom on her phone buzzed and she was told the meeting was starting. She burst out of the office, making sure Jason had left before speeding out of sight.
Jason was not a saint. He was working at a café because he never quite made it to college. He was spending too much time in and out of various detention centers for crimes like theft, assault and breaking and entering. Especially breaking and entering. Jason was an expert at it; except for the fact he kept getting caught.
Thus, it was with relative ease that he broke into Kristen’s condo through the back porch door one afternoon, less than a week after the lunch delivery incident and the following day when Kristen, naturally, refused to wear the dress.
Now Jason waited patiently in Kristen’s living room, snacking on whatever he could find in the refrigerator. The condo was spacious with a first floor master bedroom and bath, in addition to the living room and screen porch. Upstairs were two extra bedrooms.
Jason watched TV until he heard the garage door opening. He quickly turned off the TV and made his way into the laundry room, which was the entrance right off the garage. He found a spot where he would be unseen until Kristen was safely inside the condo…and waited.
The door opened and she stepped in. Jason was on her from behind with the quickness of a cat. His hand covered her mouth and he kicked the door shut with his foot.
“Hello, Kristen. It’s me. Don’t make a sound and you’ll be fine. We need to talk.”
Jason let her turn her head enough to confirm who it was, and then he slowly removed his hand from her face. He could see the furor rising in her eyes and on her face.
“How the hell did you get in here?” she asked. “I’ll call the police, you fucking bastard.”
“I don’t think so,” Jason said coolly. “That’s why we need to talk. Now let’s get inside.”
They walked into the living room and Kristen laid her purse and briefcase on a nearby table.
“Have a seat,” Jason told her.
“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on this time.”
Jason threw himself into a chair and said, “Did you wear the dress after we spoke last time?”
“No,” she said emphatically.
“Of course not. That’s why I’m here,” Jason said. “When will you learn, Kristen? There are consequences for disobedience, remember? Now, I can understand how you are beginning to believe that the consequences aren’t preventing you from disobeying. But since you refuse to play along nicely, that will have to change.”
He inspected her from head to toe, taking in the splendor of her figure in the tight sweater and short, straight skirt. Her legs were long and perfectly shaped, with high heels adding to their flawlessness.
Kristen cringed at the flagrancy of his ogling. Yes, she was used to it from the office, and everywhere else she went, actually. But this little creep, with the nerve to break into her condo, was truly disquieting.
“I’m sure you want to get out of those work clothes,” he finally said to her. “So go ahead. I can wait.”
“I’m not doing anything until you leave this house. I won’t call the police if you just get out,” she stated loudly. “There are no such promises for the next time.”
Jason smiled broadly. “You are in no position to make promises, Kristen. And I’m not ready to leave yet. Now get undressed.”
“What?”
“I said get undressed.”
“I will not.”
Jason sprung from the chair so quickly Kristen only had a chance to begin to turn and run before he had hold of her arm, flinging her around like a rag doll.
He put his face just inches from hers and said in the cruelest voice he could muster, “I could fucking take you right now if I wanted to, Kristen. I could have you on the floor, that little skirt up to your waist and your panties off so fast you wouldn’t know what happened. Then I could fuck you until I couldn’t cum anymore.”
The entire time he spoke Jason was gripping her arm tighter and tighter. He saw the fear on her face. Not the defiance from before, but fear.
“Let go of me,” Kristen said in a shaky voice.
“Will you do what I say now?”
She nodded.
“Get undressed.”
When Kristen reached down to take off a shoe, Jason returned to his chair and settled in for the show. Kristen’s face showed her disgust as she reached for the bottom of her sweater. She lifted it without hesitation, revealing a small, white bra over her luscious tits. She shook her hair back into place as she tossed the sweater aside.
There was a short pause this time, and Jason simply needed to nod while staring at her skirt to get her to continue. He heard the zipper slide down the side and soon the skirt was slipping down her legs. Kristen’s white bikini panties hugged her snugly and Jason got a brief glimpse of her ass when she kicked the skirt away.
She stared at him without moving.
“Turn around,” he told her.
When her ass was facing him, he said, “Stop.”
He took in the magnificence of her full, round cheeks while pulling his cell phone from his pocket.
“OK,” he said.
She turned to face him and immediately saw the phone in his hand. Jason stood up and walked closer to her.
“That’s all I need you to do this time, Kristen,” he said, running a finger along the upper edge of her bra and into the space between her tits. “But I need to document it. If you follow through with your call to the police or in any other way report what happened here, the pictures get distributed to your company’s entire e-mail list.”
With that, he stepped back and took the first photo of her breasts. He then methodically worked his way around Kristen, ending up with a dozen shots of her, making sure to get her face in several of them so there could be no doubt who it was.
The smile on his face and the stiffening of his cock were, in fact, the best indicators of just how good she looked.
Printed copies of the photos, in manila envelopes, were handed to Tom and Andy at the next Happy Hour, where they were also told of the threat to send them via e-mail if Kristen didn’t follow orders. Tom and Andy also received Kristen’s next assignment in the form of a letter in a plain white envelope with her name on it. They were told to make sure she got it the next day and to be waiting in Tom’s office at noon.
Jason told them, “You should find her willing to do just about anything for you, but no fucking. Not yet, anyway.”
Kristen eventually opened the envelope and sat at her desk. It read: ‘You’re very photogenic, Kristen. Modeling could be in your future. I see now why the company gives you the job of ‘entertaining’ clients. But it’s just a tease, isn’t it? Perhaps you are uncertain of your ability to satisfy them fully. Don’t fret. I’m here to help. I found two co-workers who are more than willing to let you practice on them. I’m sure you know Tom and Andy. I need you to visit Tom in his office at noon today. He’ll give you your instructions at that time.”
Kristen was sensing that the unbelievable situation she found herself in—which she never understood from the beginning as to why—was spiraling out of control, and she did not deal well with anything out of her control. The photos hung over her like an anvil ready to drop and only Jason could prevent it. Now at least two co-workers were in on it and she knew them to be brazen in their sexist attitudes toward women. She reasoned that nothing worse than giving them a fleeting glimpse of her body had taken place…so far.
At the appointed hour, Kristen appeared in Tom’s office. Andy sat in a chair in the corner. Tom closed the door…and locked it.
“You got the letter, I assume,” he said.
“I did.”
She wore a dress that buttoned down the front. As usual, it hung open alluringly and both men couldn’t avoid a quick peek.
“And you’re aware of the status of the pictures?” Tom asked.
“I am.”
“Then you won’t mind spending your lunch with us today.”
Kristen stood like a statue as Tom circled her. When he was in front of her, he stopped and extended both hands to the bottom of her dress. He pushed it against her legs and began to pull it up. His fingers slid along her smooth thighs until he could feel the bottom of her panties. Andy looked on intently, his cock instantly reacting to the sight.
Tom let the dress fall and reached for the top button.
“Do the clients get this far, Kristen?
“Fuck you.”
He opened a second button and her bra and tits were all but fully exposed. Tom slowly took the arms of the dress and pulled them off her shoulders. He dragged the dress down to her waist and held it there.
“Take off your bra,” he said.
With cautionary images in her mind of Jason walking around her taking photos, she reached back and unhooked her bra. She believed that two men seeing her were better than two hundred, and her career would be intact.
The men’s eyes were locked onto her chest as the luscious tits were finally uncovered. Andy squirmed in his chair the longer he looked, trying to ease the discomfort inside his pants. Tom had another approach. Holding her dress in place with one hand, he used the other to take hold of Kristen’s wrist and guide it to the front of his crotch. He placed her hand directly on his budding erection.
“Rub it, Kristen. Feel exactly what you do to men when you walk around the way you do,” he told her.
Kristen reluctantly massaged his cock until the tent in his pants was more than noticeable.
“Now get on your knees,” Tom demanded.
“I think you’ve had enough fun for…,” she began to say.
“Get down!”
Kristen eased her way onto the floor, her dress bunching up around her waist as she positioned herself in front of Tom.
“Take it out and suck on it, Kristen. Pretend I’m a client and this will help get you a promotion.”
She did not exhibit the same smile as Tom while she pulled down his zipper. Her fingers fumbled inside for a moment and then produced his very long and thick cock.
“Lick it.”
He was now so hard she didn’t even have to lift the cock for her tongue to reach the underside by his balls. With a tentative, slow stroke, her tongue made its way up to the tip. She then lingered at the end with several timid licks.
Andy finally had to use his hand to adjust his own erection, desperately rejecting the temptation to grab it and stroke it. He knew his time would come, so he sat back and enjoyed the show.
“Now suck on it,” Tom was telling Kristen.
She slid her lips over the tip and seemed intent on providing little else; at least, until Tom held the back of her head and thrust the cock into her mouth until he felt it hit the back of her throat. Kristen gasped, but there was no way she was going to escape him. She took all of the cock and began an unhurried blowjob.
The men watched her tits shake as she bobbed up and down on Tom’s cock and each of them privately wished they had a better view of her ass, hidden under her dress. But they were happy for what they could see and Tom, for one, was close to cumming. Andy slyly found ways to rub his cock without being seen too often and he, too, could have had an orgasm at any time.
Kristen put a hand around the base of Tom’s cock and stroked it firmly while continuing to suck on it. The first drop of precum hit her tongue and the sweetness of it warned her of potentially more to come. The blowjob lasted another couple of minutes.
Then Tom groaned loudly and pulled his cock out of Kristen’s mouth. He masturbated directly in front of Kristen’s chest, obviously intent on emptying himself onto her tits. She could only kneel and wait.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Yes!” Tom cried out.
The contortion on his face was the first hint of the power of the orgasm. Then the first long, hard blast of cum pouring onto Kristen’s tits confirmed it. Tom groaned loudly and sent a second stream of white cum onto the tits. Soon, they were covered and strings of cum hung from her nipples.
Beads of sweat glistened on Tom’s brow when he was done and pushed his still-hard cock inside his pants.
“Now get over to Andy,” he told Kristen. “Oh, but first take off that dress.”
She reluctantly slipped out of the dress and, in her panties only, moved in front of Andy and between his legs. He had already pulled out his massive erection and she began the second blowjob with both men staring at the tight ass covered only by a tiny pair of panties.
It didn’t take Andy long. Without any warning other than his grunts and thrusting of his hips, he began to deposit his cum inside Kristen’s mouth. She attempted to swallow as much as she could to keep pace with him, but streams of cum soon slid down her cheeks and onto her chin. Andy came over and over again until he finally slouched back and Kristen pulled away.
Needless to say, Jason thoroughly enjoyed the retelling of the proceedings by the two men at the next Happy Hour. He assured them that their parts in his dealings with Kristen were not yet done. Jason felt she was far from ‘cured’ of her evil ways.
His next adventure for her was filled with numerous opportunities for the entire plan to fall apart. But he trusted Tom and Andy and he trusted himself in pulling it off. The biggest ‘X’ factor in the equation was the client. But Jason quickly presumed, correctly, that any man put into the position he was going to be put in would act a certain way.
Jason needed to know when the next client was coming to town that Kristen would be ‘assigned’ to. Tom and Andy got that information for him. It was a middle-aged man from Kansas who would be in town one night after meeting with company officials…and Kristen.
Jason promptly reserved a hotel room for that night in the same hotel the company always used for their visiting clients. Next, he wrote a note to be delivered to Kristen by Tom and Andy. It read: ‘Room 842. Hyatt Regency downtown. Be there 8 PM Wednesday night or I e-mail the pictures.’
On Wednesday evening, the client, named Ed, found a note slipped under his door soon after his dinner with Kristen. It requested that he arrive at Room 842 at 9 PM and was signed by Kristen, or so he thought. Impatiently, Ed counted down the minutes until the rendezvous with his beautiful hostess.
In the meantime, Kristen kept her appointment and was ushered into the hotel room by Jason.
“Good job, Kristen. You learn quickly,” Jason said as he closed the door.
She frowned and said, “What is it this time, jerk. And I’m not having sex with you.”
Jason laughed. “But I heard it’s your specialty. Well, as least oral sex is. I haven’t found out about the other…yet. So I thought I’d bring in a guinea pig to try you out. Then I’ll decide whether I want you or not. Because, you see, Kristen, I will have the ultimate say in this, not you.”
She looked around the plush room and her eyes focused on the bed and a small package that rested on it. Jason led them to it.
“You have a very simple job tonight, Kristen. All I need you to do is lie on this bed,” Jason said, opening the package and reaching inside.
He pulled out a light blue, very sheer and very small negligee.
“Change into this, please,” he told her.
Kristen snatched the negligee with a hateful swipe of her hand and headed for the bathroom. Jason didn’t try to stop her. He would get what he wanted later in the evening. A few moments later, Kristen reappeared.
Jason could only stare openly at the perfection of her shapely figure in the revealing outfit that barely covered her pussy and ass; not to mention the deep diving neckline. Spaghetti straps held it in place and when she stood with a light behind her, Jason could see straight through.
“Damn, Kristen,” he muttered. “This guy’s going to sign any contract you put in front of his eyes tomorrow.”
“What guy?”
Jason smiled. “Oh, didn’t I mention Ed? He’s coming over at nine.”
“Fuck you,” Kristen bellowed. “I’m not going to…”
Jason had reached into the package again and pulled out a long rope. When Kristen saw it she stopped speaking for a second, then said in anger, “Oh no you don’t. You can’t…”
Jason grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto the bed. Despite her determined struggles, he had her on her back with both wrists tied to the bed within two minutes. He had to force himself not to jump on her as he watched her tits quiver and threaten to fall out of the negligee and her pussy peak out from under the bottom of it.
Without saying a word, Jason took the last item from the package…a small video camera…and placed it behind a lamp on a corner table, neatly out of sight and in a location Ed would never bother going to. Jason adjusted the zoom and focus and turned it on.
“We’re all set,” he told Kristen. “You will do this and you will enjoy it or the video follows the pictures in a separate e-mail. Be sure to smile when he comes in. I’ll be back later.”
He bent down and kissed Kristen’s cheek, running his hand across her tits at the same time. He left, pulling the room door behind him, but not completely closing it. Then he walked into the ice and vending machine room and waited for Ed.
Like clockwork, the client exited the elevator at nine and found Kristen’s room. Ed knocked softly and noticed the door was ajar. He sheepishly pushed it open and peeked inside. The last thing Jason saw or heard was the door closing and the security lock being put into place.
Ed Gilkey was an especially unhandsome man, who was a bit overweight and unhappily married to a bit overweight woman. His sex consisted of a hand…his…wrapped around his cock while he sat in various hotel rooms thinking about the women he had seen during the day. A couple hours earlier he was already contemplating a night of ‘sex’ while images of Kristen flowed through his little brain.
He now stood just inside the door of a room, looking at the unlikely vision of that same woman, in person, scantily dressed and bound to a bed.
“We meet again, Kristen,” Ed said, walking toward her. “Thank you for the invitation. A drink with you alone would have sufficed. This is…let’s just say, very much appreciated.”
Kristen quickly pieced together how it had all happened and she covertly imagined quietly putting an end to Jason’s meager life. Having to gratify the two perverts at work was bad enough. Now she was somehow going to have to survive whatever length of time it took this obnoxious man to do…what? God, she shuddered at just the thought of it.
He sat on the bed beside her and she felt it lean awkwardly under his weight. Kristen looked away when she felt his hand sliding up the inside of her right thigh. She instinctively brought her legs together and Ed applied enough pressure to push them apart enough for him to get his fingers under the negligee and within inches of her pussy.
Then he moved up and traced the outside of her breasts, letting the thin material of the gown slide across her skin and expose everything but her nipples. He stretched out his arm and ran the back of his hand along Kristen’s cheek. Then he stood up.
Ed ran his fingers up one of Kristen’s arms and along the rope.
“Nice touch,” he said softly.
Kristen’s heart raced when she saw him begin to undress. She pulled one last time on the ropes and convinced herself there was no getting out. Ed’s shirt was off and his massive chest and stomach sickened her. Then he loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper.
She could not look as the pants and his shoes and socks came off.
“Look at me, Kristen. Look at what you do to me.”
Unsure if it was worth angering him, she glanced over. The front of his boxer shorts stuck out almost comically as the result of his hard on. When he knew she was looking, Ed pulled down the shorts.
Kristen cringed at the sight. He was big. Bigger than she would have ever imagined and, had he been twenty five and gorgeous, she might have considered herself in heaven. This was hell.
The thick cock sprung up and down as he moved back toward the bed. He could hear Kristen’s irregular breathing as he got onto the bed between her legs and put his hands on her thighs.
‘Please make it go fast,’ she silently prayed.
Ed pushed up her lingerie and her pussy came into view. She refused to lift her ass so he forced the gown to come free and let it gather around her tits. Then he lowered his head and pushed her legs apart. Kristen quit watching at that point and clung to the ropes when Ed covered her pussy with his mouth and began to attack her slit and clit.
It was the least erotic thing she’d ever had done to her, but he never hurt her and his tongue on her clit ultimately had the same effect as anybody else’s. Despite her determination to not give this guy the least bit of satisfaction, her body involuntarily began to quiver the longer and harder he licked and sucked her clit.
Ed reached up and put a hand inside her negligee, grabbing a tit and squeezing the nipple between his fingers. Kristen stifled a moan, but couldn’t stop her hips from rising from the bed and forcing her pussy even harder onto his mouth.
“Ah, you like this, don’t you?” Ed said. “You ARE a whore after all, aren’t you?”
It was a good thing her hands were tied or she might have struck him. She couldn’t even kick him properly and likely wouldn’t anyway in fear of retaliation. While her mind struggled with these thoughts, her body progressed toward an orgasm, so she put her mind back on preventing that.
Luckily, Ed moved up her body and lifted the negligee over her head and fully exposing her chest. He ran a finger over her tits one time and then started a prolonged licking and sucking of them that only brought Kristen closer and closer to cumming.
He bit a nipple and her body jerked in response. She heard him laugh quietly.
“I think you’re ready now,” he told her. “As if you weren’t ready the moment I walked in.”
There was no stopping him. Kristen’s body was his and all her thrashing about on the bed only excited him more. His knees prevented her legs from closing and the bulbous head of his cock was at the entrance to her pussy. She felt like screaming as she felt it spread her apart.
If there was a positive involved in all his foreplay, it was the fact she was a little wet. She needed to be when Ed drove the immense cock into her with a single, violent thrust. This time she could not hold back her loud gasp.
It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved inside her. Then he began to fuck her and she fully realized how long he was. It took over a minute for Kristen to adjust to what he was doing to her, including the amount of pressure his huge body was exerting on her tiny frame. Just as she was gaining comfort, Ed lifted her by the ass and his cock rubbed against new areas in her pussy.
He managed to lean down and get a tit into his mouth. His tongue on her nipple sent shockwaves to her pussy and she felt herself getting wetter. Then his finger was on her clit and she knew he heard her tiny squeal.
The next couple minutes were the worst for Kristen. Between his mouth and finger and the cock inside her, she knew she was going to cum unless he came first and fell off her. But he gave no signs of being ready and Kristen’s body told her it was. She fought against it valiantly while the bed creaked under the exertion of Ed’s fucking.
Like a piston, his cock entered her and brought her closer to a climax. Her body quaked. Her stomach tightened in preparation of the orgasm. She silently begged him to cum first.
But Ed knew. He could wait. He wanted desperately to be in her when the gorgeous woman had her orgasm. He rubbed her clit as hard and fast as he could. Then he heard her.
The groans were unmistakable. The shaking of her body was undeniable. Kristen was ready to cum.
He pounded her harder and, although she never yelled it out, Ed knew she was starting to cum. Kristen’s body heaved up and down, the pussy thrusting forward to meet Ed’s cock with every stroke. He watched her face grimace as wave after wave overcame her and her frequent moans gave away the pleasure she felt.
It was too much for him and he cried out, “Now, Kristen. Now! Ohhhhhh, fuck. Yes!”
Shot after shot of cum flowed out of his balls, through his cock, and into her already soaking wet pussy. He held her up by the ass and drove his cock into her deeper and deeper. The juices ran down the inside of her thigh and they rolled back and forth on the bed as far as the ropes allowed until he collapsed beside her, their legs intertwined and his cock still inside her.
“Holy shit,” Ed muttered. “That was fantastic.”
Kristen never said a word…until Jason came in shortly after Ed had untied Kristen and left her in the room alone.
“You fucking bastard,” she bellowed. “You had no right to do that. In fact, it’s criminal. I should…”
“You should shut up,” Jason said as he pulled the video camera from its hiding place. “Did you cum? Tom and Andy and I had a bet. I bet you would cum. We’ll have to watch this and find out.”
Kristen was dressed and looking at Jason’s smile as if she’d do anything to smack it off of him. But she knew it was useless. He had the pictures and now the video. How long would the blackmailing go on?
“I’ll be in touch,” Jason told her. “We’re almost done. There’s only one more thing I want.”
Kristen simmered by herself in the hotel room after watching Jason walk out and close the door behind him.
A week passed without Kristen hearing a word from any of the three men who had invaded her life. Maybe they were satisfied with their little video documentary of her exploits with Ed. She winced at the thought of them sitting somewhere, cocks in hand, beating off while watching the fat client fuck her without mercy. Kristen cringed even harder at the thought of them watching her cum.
But she couldn’t forget what Jason had said: ‘There’s one more thing I want.’ That parting shot bothered her.
Jason purposely extended the time between Kristen’s hotel room adventure and his last piece of punishment so that she could suffer through exactly what she was suffering through—complete uncertainty and apprehension that every day may bring on the next punishment. His control over her was complete and he knew that fact, alone, was driving her crazy.
Kristen’s last price to pay came suddenly when it finally did happen. Jason met her at the door of the condo one night after work.
“Welcome home,” he grinned.
Kristen flung her purse onto a chair and Jason inspected the fashionable business suit she wore. The jacket hung open and the ultra-wide collars of her white blouse lay on top of it. The black skirt was short and tight, as was her usual style.
“This better be the end of it,” Kristen threatened. “I’m losing my patience.”
Jason laughed. “Yeah, you did that a lot at the café. I suspect you do that a lot at work. I’m trying to break you of it, Kristen, for your own good. It will help your career. I swear.”
“What the fuck do you want?”
Jason slowly circled her body, letting his hand lightly slide across her clothing every now and then, eventually ending up on her skirt and ass.
“I want the one thing I haven’t had yet, Kristen. You.”
He came around and faced her again. “And since it’s only going to happen once, I want it to be good. Really good. For both of us, of course.”
Kristen couldn’t control herself any more. She slapped him in the face and it echoed throughout the large living room so loudly it even startled her. Fortunately, Jason was not a violent man. He preferred mind games over brute force.
He rubbed his cheek and said, “Nice. I kind of wish we got to see what you would have done to Ed if your hands had been free. And speaking of which, great job trying to hide that orgasm. We thought it was almost more erotic watching you do anything you could to prevent it and then conceal it.”
Jason walked over to the counter, saying, “So, with that in mind, I thought you might need a really good, uninhibited orgasm.”
He reached into a bag and pulled out a large vibrator with an even larger ball at the end. Kristen heard the hum when Jason came back and turned it on.
“Hear that?” he asked. “I bet it’s even better than Big Ed’s tongue. And tonight is your lucky night. You get to find out.”
Jason switched it off and told her, “You’re going to cum for me. You’re going to cum long and hard and loud. No holding back, Kristen. It’s just you and me and the vibrator.”
“And then I’ll never see your fucking face again?” she said.
“Well, after I do the one thing I want to do. Then, yes.”
Kristen didn’t ask, knowing she’d find out soon enough. She was told to follow him into the bedroom. Jason closed the blinds and smiled at her.
“One final show, Kristen. Just for me. No cameras,” he said. “Take off your shoes and the jacket.”
When that was done, Jason went to her and rested his hands on the outside of her blouse, around her tits. Neither person spoke as he began to unbutton the blouse. His eyes were fixated on her breasts despite the number of times he had already seen them, either in person or in the video. He pulled off the blouse and tossed it onto a chair.
Jason walked behind her and unhooked the bra. Kristen let the straps fall down her arms without struggling against it, giving in to him this one last time. He reached around and cupped both tits in his hands and Kristen felt his cock against her ass, even through his pants and her skirt. Jason massaged the tits until he felt her nipples react by hardening.
He put his hands on the back of her legs and brought them up to the bottom of her ass, under her skirt.
“Take it off,” he said calmly.
He pulled his hands out just long enough for the skirt to fall to the floor. Then he squeezed both of her ass cheeks through her panties and put one hand between her legs. Jason felt her body grow stiffer at his touch.
He pulled off her panties himself and stood back to admire her.
“Yes, just as gorgeous as ever, Kristen. You really do need to let more men see this,” he said.
When his inspection was over, he told her, “Get on the bed. On your back, please.”
Kristen did as instructed, looking over at Jason when she was settled. He handed her the vibrator. It was already on.
“Now use this and make yourself cum. If you even think about faking it, the e-mails go out tonight. I want to hear you, Kristen. Let yourself go this time and thank me later,” Jason said. “Start with your tits and work down.”
When the vibrator made its first contact with her left nipple, Jason began to strip. By the time he was naked, she had brought both nipples to erection. But they couldn’t match the hardness of Jason’s cock. The sight of her playing with her breasts made his cock stand out with almost painful stiffness.
Kristen watched him move over to a chair and sit down near the foot of the bed. He could see her entire body very easily, especially her pussy. With the vibrator still at her tits, Jason began to stroke his cock.
Soon, Kristen moved the vibrator down. She spread her legs and slowly let the pulsating ball approach her pussy. She deliberately avoided her clit, knowing that once she hit it, the temptation would be to not leave it. Kristen didn’t want Jason to have that satisfaction so early. She would draw it out as long as she could.
Jason leaned back, with cock in hand, and relished the sight of Kristen’s spread pussy being covered by the vibrator. It was obvious to him that she was delaying letting it touch her clit. That was fine. He would get what he wanted eventually.
The jolt that ran through Kristen’s entire body when she finally let the vibrator hit her clit was more dramatic than she expected. The tremors sent out from the large ball were better than any tongue or hand and she unconsciously raised her ass an inch or two to meet the incredible sensation. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
Jason smiled when he saw it. His cock was throbbing. Knowing that Kristen was now on her way to what he thought would be a wild orgasm made him have to slow down his masturbation. He watched her slide the vibrator up and down over her clit resulting in little quivers in her stomach that even he could see.
He stroked his cock a couple more times, and then stopped. He could cum at any moment. Kristen’s face was screwed up in various contortions the longer the vibrator stayed on her clit. Her body rocked as if she was fucking the instrument between her legs. She no longer tried to hide anything about her condition as the need to cum grew stronger and stronger. Jason had won, after all.
Her little mews of delight convinced Jason it would be soon. Still, she let the vibrator slip across her clit, changing the angle and increasing the pressure as each minute passed. Her moans grew louder and more frequent. Jason held his cock and felt the heat coming from it in his palm.
“Ohhhhhh God,” Kristen said softly. Then, a little louder, “Yes. Ahhhhhhh.”
Her legs were bent at the knees, sometimes held together to grip the vibrator and sometimes spread to let her manipulate it. Then Jason saw her hold it in place, directly on top of her clit. She pressed harder.
“Oh fuck! Yesss. Yessssss. Oh my God!”
Her body began to shake from head to toe. Her pussy rose and fell with the onset of the orgasm, but the vibrator never left her clit. Kristen cried out in delight as she came and Jason watched with a huge smile. One orgasm followed another and the hum of the ball was lost in Kristen’s nearly continuous shrieks of joy.
Kristen’s free hand clutched at the sheets. Her head slammed against the pillow. The room echoed with her cries.
Only when it was over did Jason stand up. His erection pointed straight up as he moved towards the side of the bed. A bead of precum was on the tip.
“Come here,” Jason instructed Kristen.
She was too weak to argue as she slid over to him.
“Stand up and lean over.”
She gladly put both hands on the bed to support herself after standing. Jason, from behind her, spread Kristen’s legs a little more and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He could feel the wetness on the head of his cock and thrust it into her without warning.
Kristen groaned, but accepted Jason’s final piece of retribution without further dispute. Jason marveled at the perfection of her pussy—the ideal combination of moisture and tightness. He pounded into her and smacked his legs against her ass. He grabbed her tits and kneaded them roughly, knowing he would cum within seconds.
Sure enough, his balls contracted and Jason grunted as he started to erupt inside her. He fucked her with intermittent, forceful plunges of his cock, each one resulting in another shot of cum. Kristen collapsed onto the bed and Jason simply kept fucking her from behind. The sight of her beautiful ass spread under him and his cock inserted into her pussy made him cum one more time.
He was still hard when he pulled out, but unable to cum any more. He stared down at the exhausted, spent woman who had been his target from the very beginning. He thought back to the first encounters at the café. Jason didn’t know if Kristen would ‘reform her ways’, but he knew he had her full attention. Time would tell if further penalties were needed.