by Iona Nixon
Your mind is swimming with ideas; is he going to rape me? With that big cock? With that thick, long, stiff cock that throbs just right? Oh fuck, will it even be rape? Endorphins shooting off in your brain, making your cunt yearn for more stimulation, to crave a thick cock inside you.
Suddenly you feel my tongue at your arse, slowly circling your tightest and naughtiest hole. My fingers have crept back into your cunt, still so wet from your orgasm, the feeling of my tongue in your arse and my fingers in your cunt is making you feel stuffed; you secretly pull one hand to your chest and start to pinch and twist your nipples. You feel my tongue lick and enter your most private hole, it's so dirty and perverted, and you're dripping onto the desk. I start to fuck you with my tongue, as my fingers find your clit again and you half collapse when I start to gently brush against it.
I stop and grab your hands off your tits, and force you to hold open your arsecheeks, telling you that if you relax I'll spank you so hard you'll scream. I bend you further over, your aching nipples against the cold wood of the desk, your arse and legs spread. I continue my assault on your arse, which allows me to force three fingers deep inside your cunt, exploring it with my fingertips. The moment you feel me pinch your clit you moan loudly, telling me how good that feels, and your hands relax for just a second. My palm hits you immediately, a sharp pain on your arsecheek that sends a jolt of pleasure and pain straight to your cunt and clit. You quickly spread your cheeks again, apologizing for being so insolent.
I can feel how close you are to cumming, your hips grinding against the desk, trying to get my fingers deeper inside your cunt, my tongue further in your arse. You're moaning louder than before, moaning like a whore, and then whimpering as you cum on my fingers again. Your body shudders, the cum is running down my fingers, out of your cunt and down your legs, your thighs are slick with your juices. I continue to gently finger your pussy, letting you ride out the orgasm for a little while longer on my hand.
You're frightened as you hear me stand up behind you, knowing what I'm going to do next. I stroke my cock a couple of times to get it to its full stiffness.
You can feel my cock at the entrance to your cunt, as you're only now truly aware of its size. As I force the first few inches in you moan as the thickness pushes against the inside of your hot, wet, tight cunt. Your hand is a blur on your clit as I work my cock into you, until with one hard thrust I push the entire length in, and you hear me moan for the first time. You've never felt so completely full before, it's not the good length, it's the amazing thickness of it, stretching you, hitting all your nerves inside in your cunt. You know this is going to good. I whisper in your ear to beg me to fuck you. You whimper and moan as I pull my throbbing cock out of you totally, before shoving back into you, your whole body shakes and your heavy tits swing as I begin to fuck you.
In the quietest voice you ask me to fuck you. I spank your arse hard and tell you to beg. You begin to get that familiar feeling, your clit is twitching and your cunt is flowing with juice. My hand grabs the back of your hair and you arch your back, as you scream for me to fuck you.
"Oh please, just fuck me. Fuck me like a slut, I'm your slut, I'm your fucking cumslut whore. Make me cum, make me cum on your big thick cock, I'm yours, I'm yours."
Yours words make me even more aroused, and as the smell of your wetness hits my nostrils, I start to really pound your cunt, fucking you harder and faster, my cock slamming in and out of your wet cunt, one hand grabbing your hair, the other mauling your breasts. You lean on one arm and with the other rub your clit furiously. You've never been so wet and horny before. Your words get filthier and louder as you feel yourself start to cum for me.
"Fuck my cunt; make me cream on your cock. I've never been so wet for anyone else; you're my fucking master, this cunt is yours now, all yours. Just please make me cum, make me cum on your big fat dick, I'm your slut. Oh fuck, fuck! FUCK!! I'M CUMMING!!!"
Your words become screams and guttural moans as you cum all over my cock, your juices running down my shaft and onto my balls. Your cunt is convulsing on my cock, I can feel your cunt spasm on my cock, my balls tighten and I know I'm going to cum. I shout at you how close I am, and in your post-orgasm shudders you beg me to cum in you.
I fuck you as hard and fast as I can, like a wild animal, my cock pounding into you, shaking the whole room. I grab your throat and pull you back, your head turns and I put my tongue in your mouth as I shoot inside you, load after load of my cum inside your cunt.
As our orgasms subside, I pull out of you and turn you to face me.
Biting your lip, you whisper in my ear;
"Thank you, that was incredible."
The End.
The House
Roberta scanned the silver serving tray to make sure that everything was arranged properly. Lifting it with both hands, she turned toward the door and paused.
She had passed her thirty day evaluation and this would be the first time she met the guests as a pupil. It felt like a big step and Roberta was as nervous as she had been for that very first interview.
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It was the recommendation of a close friend that secured the interview. Roberta had been concerned that her lack of experience and training would be an issue, but it had, in fact, been an advantage.
"We've found that it is often easiest to simply train someone fresh. So long as that individual is willing to take the career seriously," Mister Colby had informed her. "Training is no small expense of effort on our part. We expect sincere effort, Miss Davis."
"I understand, Mister Colby, Sir," Roberta answered.
"Miss Jones has spoken for you," he continued after a pause. "Miss Jones has served superbly and she believes that you would also be a good fit with us. I understand that you are friends, so understand that it would not do for either of your careers to disappoint us."
"I understand, Mister Colby, Sir," Roberta replied. "I am grateful for this opportunity and will endeavor to meet your expectations."
"Very well, then" he had said rising from his seat. "Get dressed and return to Miss Giordano's office. She will collect the rest of your data and begin your initiation."
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Roberta looked at the tray one last time, took a deep breath and walked to the sliding panel. Taking a moment, she quickly checked her own appearance in the mirror.
The current uniform was a tastefully modified form of a late twenty first century maid's uniform. A simple short, long sleeved dress that fit her upper body snugly from throat to hip, but then flared out to hang loosely just above her knees. Her boots were elegantly seamless and fit snugly halfway up her thigh. They were designed to not only be visually appealing, but also to protect her knees.
The only skin exposed was that of her face and hands. The entire ensemble was black with a subtle pattern in dark red and cream. Roberta was thankful that the ensemble was made of a modern micro-weave instead of the more traditionally period latex.
She stepped forward and the panel shifted aside with an almost inaudible swish and glided down the short hallway to the common room, a solarium, that she had been assigned to for the morning. Most of the guests would just be pausing briefly to take coffee and a light breakfast on their way out, but a few may desire other services.
Roberta had observed all of the House's activities in the past month. At first she had found it distracting, but she had quickly acclimated. There were rules and expectations of decorum in Houses such as this one. Each had variations, or "House Rules", that guests knew to check about when they took up residency.
Until this morning Roberta's uniform had included a small white apron. She had learned during her orientation that the apron was a commonly recognized signal that a servant was for domestic services only. Not wearing a white apron indicated that the servant was available for any services offered by the House.
There were three guests sitting together enjoying the sunlight with coffee cups. She had nothing to worry about. She had passed her thirty day
evaluation. She knew what was expected of her and she only had to do as she had been trained.
Roberta approached the gentlemen and placed the tray down quietly on the table between them. Two of the gentlemen were conversing casually in an Atlantic dialect. Miss Jefferson was kneeling in front of the third gentleman, an older man, who was smiling and quietly enjoying her skillful attention.
She lifted the pot and quietly asked, "Coffee?"
One of the gentlemen looked at his wrist and shook his head saying something to the other as he put his cup down. The other, a blonde haired gentleman, put his cup down nearer to Roberta and nodded in her direction. As she was refilling his cup his companion rose to leave. They said their goodbyes and the blonde gentleman sat back down.
"Are you enjoying your breakfast, Lucas?" he asked while stirring cream into his cup.
The older gentlemen lifted his eyes and said, "Indeed I am. I like to take my time in the mornings when I can."
Miss Jefferson's head bobbed slowly in his lap. Her hand was closed in a loose fist, stroking Mister Lucas' cock.
"Will there be anything else, Sir," Roberta asked quietly.
The blonde looked at his wrist.
"I don't have a lot of time," he said with a light accent, "but I'll have what he's having."
The blonde opened his trousers as Roberta slid to her knees at his feet. Watching his associate being served had obviously aroused him.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and pressed her moist, pursed lips against the tip. He rested one hand on the back of her head as she pushed her lips down around the head. Roberta slid her mouth up and down to get the saliva in her mouth flowing. With each nod of her head she slid lower onto his cock until he was almost to the entrance of her throat.
Roberta carefully let just enough saliva out of her mouth to lubricate the shaft of the blonde's cock, but not so much as to leave a damp spot on his trousers, and began stroking the shaft while rotating her lips and tongue around the base of the head.
Being in a common room, she had been instructed that it would be rude to disturb or unduly distract other guests. Services must be rendered reasonably quietly. The guests understood this as well. All that could be heard was deep breathing and the occasional quiet fellatrix hum.
The blonde looked at his wrist and sighed. Roberta felt him place both hands on her head just behind her ears. She had been trained for this. She slid her hands behind her back to give the blonde full control of her head and tried to relax.
The first few thrusts were slow and shallow. Each time the blonde pulled his cock most of the way out so that the returning thrust would pass the head through the tight ring of Roberta's lips.
The fourth thrust was slow but went deeper. On the fifth thrust Roberta felt the blonde pull her head down as he thrust his cock up into her mouth. Roberta relaxed. She knew what was coming.
The blonde pulled Roberta's head down further as he thrust up slowly. Roberta felt his rigid cock slip past her throat's gate and into her throat. She felt her lips press against the fabric of his trousers. He pulled out as slowly as he had thrust in.
The blonde continued thrusting into Roberta's throat, slowly picking up the pace until she could tell he was about to burst.
The blonde buried his cock as deeply into Roberta's throat as he could and made only the smallest of motions, using just her throat to jerk himself the rest of the way. Roberta tried to stay relaxed, ignoring her need for air, as she felt his cock thicken and pulse. He grunted quietly and hot liquid surged down her throat.
Tears steamed from Roberta's eyes. Now that the blonde had stopped moving she used the techniques she had been shown to take some air, but still he held her face tight to his lap. Roberta began to feel dizzy and there was a buzzing in her ears when he finally pulled her head back up.
"Did you enjoy your breakfast, Johansson?" the older man chuckled.
Roberta slipped to the floor gasping for breath. A calm washed over her. She noticed that Miss Jefferson was still taking her time.
"Ja," the blonde answered adjusting his clothes. "And now I must take my leave. Enjoy your day, Lucas."
Roberta collected herself quickly and stood up as the blonde, Mister Johansson, picked up his attache and left.
"Coffee, Sir," she asked Mister Lucas.
"No, thank you," Mister Lucas smiled. "But you finish what this one started."
"As you wish, Sir," Roberta answered obediently.
Roberta slid down to her knees next to Miss Jefferson. Miss Jefferson reached over and gently pulled Roberta's face in close until her lips were pressed against the side of Mister Lucas' rather large cock. Roberta silently hoped that he would be more gentle than Mister Johansson.
Roberta's lips slid until they were pressed against the both the head of Mister Lucas' cock and Miss Jefferson's lips. Their tongues crossed as they darted across the thick head and the pulsing cock slid from one mouth to the other. Miss Jefferson, a beautiful black haired woman with olive skin, kept her fist wrapped around Mister Lucas' cock as Roberta began sucking.
Almost immediately Mister Lucas arched his back. His orgasm took its time. Instead of a few fast blasts, there was an almost unrelenting slow flow of hot saltiness being pumped across Roberta's tongue. She kept swallowing until Mister Lucas finished. Roberta and Miss Jefferson both stood up.
They each said, "Thank you, Sir."
Mister Lucas smiled, adjusted his clothing and left the room leaving Miss Jefferson and Roberta to their other duties.
When he was gone, Miss Jefferson kissed Roberta on the cheek and whispered, "Well done, Miss Davis."
The End.
A Special Birthday Gift
Jenny Fordham had just finished walking Fester, her 6-year old collie mix. A mile and a half of cool October air had cleared her mind and heightened her senses. It was partway through their trek that she had decided to go forward. No guts, no glory!
She was at a point whereby it was either go forward or scrap the idea entirely. The brisk air seemed to tip the scales toward the former.
An hour later, Jenny sat at her kitchen table and turned on the laptop. Signing into the messenger site, she saw that Ruth was online. Her mind wandered as she realized she was at a precipice - a precipice which could easily be avoided if she just stopped now. But if nothing else, Jenny was a determined sort. She laughed to herself as she realized that may not always be a good thing.
Bobby was working late tonight. Not a rare event these days but it was necessary if they were going to add the deck off the kitchen and invest in a new roof.
Picking up the cordless phone, she dialed in Ruth's number. After a couple of rings, Ruth answered.
Ruth: "Hello, Jenny."
Jenny: "Hi Ruth, call display gets me every time."
Ruth: "Well it does keep people honest," she laughed.
Jenny: "I suppose it does."
Ruth: "So, is this a 'grandchild alert' call?"
Jenny: "Unfortunately, no. But you'll be the first to know as you are the biggest pain in the ass about it."
Ruth: "That's a grandmother's job. So this isn't a social call then?"
Jenny: "Actually it is somewhat. If you have a few minutes, I'd like to run something by you."
Ruth: "Sure. Nothing wrong I hope?"
Jenny: "No, no, nothing like that. As you're aware, Bobby is working a lot these days. Along with doing the 9-5 thing during the week, he's also been busy at night and on weekends. All for our benefit of course which is why I called. As he's burning the candle at both ends these days, I'd like to get him something special for his birthday next week."
Ruth: "Anything in mind?"
Jenny: "Yes, I have something in mind. Um, it's actually something that I'd like your help with. To be honest, it's very.....unorthodox. But given all his hard work, I think he deserves it."
Ruth:" I'm all ears."
Jenny: "Well, before I let you know what I have planned, I'd like you to keep an open mind. Will you promise y
ou'll do that?"
Ruth: "Okay, I promise."
Jenny: "I see you're online right now. Are you alone at home?"
Ruth: "Just me and the cat."
Jenny forced herself to control her breathing and found the link she had saved from the website.
Jenny: "Okay, I'm going to send you a link and you can open it. Take a look at it. Once done, you can let me know what you think. Just remember the open-mind concept."
Ruth: "Okay, go."
Jenny copied and pasted the link into her IM window and hit SEND. No guts, no glory!
Jenny held her breath. So much for her breathing control she thought.
Ruth Fordham was 49 years old, a widow of 4 years, and saddened that her garden ceased to exist a week ago after succumbing to the earliest frost in a decade. She was the mother of 2 children, a grandmother of none, and a personal servant to the cat. In short, Ruth Fordham was bored. But there were Caribbean cruises in the cold months and her green thumb in the warm ones. The glass was half full, most days.
She saw the link that Jenny had sent. She was just about to open it but stopped. Why she hesitated, she didn't know. But she did.
She forced herself to examine the link, took a breath, and opened it. Once the genie is out of the bottle...
When the link opened, she realized that it was a video clip. The screen was blank but it was loading.
The entire video was 71 seconds long; the effects were life-long.
As the amateur video opened, it showed a girl on her knees with a cock in her mouth. Another girl, kneeling beside the first one, was caressing her large breasts. As the video continued, the guy removed his cock from the first girl's mouth and ejaculated on to the second girl's chest. The first girl then bent down and licked the second girl's chest clean. The video was over.