Cindy Violated

by Viktor Redreich

  "What are you guys doing?"

  A voice drew my attention, and I tipped my head back and saw Jason, fresh out of the shower and bare-ass naked, leaning in the door and watching us. He didn’t seem thrown by what we were doing at all. I would have imagined that he’d have been jealous, but now, if anything, it seemed to be turning him on. I could see that familiar darkness behind his eyes, matched with the stirring of his cock to life once more.

  "Ian is going to fuck me in the ass," I replied, knowing that the sound of the words out loud would act as an aphrodisiac for all of us.

  He groaned and pushed himself against me, so I could feel his hard cock nestled against my back. And I watched as Jason moved toward us, something inexplicable coursing through his veins.

  He reached down and pulled my legs up so that they were spread, one knee pointed toward the sky and the other laid down on the bed. Ian’s fingers slipped even further into me and I groaned. The pain and the pleasure were beginning to blur together, it had everything to do with the way Jason was looking at me.

  He handed Ian a condom and watched as he sheathed himself. Taking a step back, he took his cock into his hand and began to stroke himself, bringing himself to full hardness. I was so taken with the sight of him pleasuring himself right there in front of me that I almost forgot what was happening behind me. That was, until I felt the hardness of a bulbous cock-head pressing up against my asshole.

  "Oh!” I squeaked. It was so different from his fingers; smoother, somehow, the condom making it easier for him to slip inside of me. My eyes widened as I felt him entering me for the first time, and I let the new sensations wash over me. I looked up at Jason, and I focused on the lust in his eyes, knowing that I was getting him off just doing this.

  "What does it feel like?” he demanded.

  I chewed my lip. I was usually a good talker, but right now, I couldn’t come up with anything.

  "Tell me," he ordered, and there was a harshness to his voice that told me he wasn’t fooling around.

  I searched for the words, searched for something to say to him.

  "It feels … good," I eventually managed. And I meant it. I was surprised by how good it felt, the fullness of it. I continued to play with my pussy, stroking myself softly as Ian eased himself all the way inside of my ass for the first time.

  "Does it hurt?”

  "A little," I confessed. But it was a good kind of pain, the kind that made my body shiver as it found that space between what felt right and what felt wrong; what made me feel like a good girl and what made me feel like a bad one.

  Jason moaned softly as he pushed himself all the way into me. I inhaled sharply at the sensation of his impressive cock filling me up to the hilt. He held himself there for a moment, and I looked up at Jason, who was gazing down at me with pure adoration. He was stroking himself harder now, with more purpose.

  Before long, Ian was fucking me hard, taking me from behind in the hole I knew I wasn’t meant to use for this. But the filthiness of it only served to push me to higher realms of passion. I closed my eyes and let the feelings flow through me--I felt so powerful. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I had felt more powerful than this. Like the world owed me, I was collecting on a debt that I had been owed for a long time.

  Before long, I could feel myself getting close again. My body was absorbing all the desire that was being aimed in my direction, crying out for the release that it so sorely needed. I could see a drop of pre-cum oozing from his cock. I parted my lips hungrily, I wanted to lick it up, to taste it again. I was starving for both of them. I wanted to feast on them until there was nothing left to feast on until they were spent until I had taken everything that I needed from them. Then I wanted to go out there and find more men, more, more who could give me what I wanted and what I needed so badly. More who could satisfy the keening desire deep down inside of me. More ...

  "Ah!” I cried out as I came. I tipped my head back against Ian as the intense orgasm shuddered through me. It was a new feeling, something unlike anything that had rolled through me before. But then, this night had been all about newness, hadn’t it?

  I had learned so much about myself, about what I could take and how much I could handle. What I had learned was that there wasn’t much out there in the world that they could throw at me that I couldn’t find some way to wrap my head around.

  Moments later, I felt Ian find his release inside of me--his cock swelled and his seed spilled and he sank his fingers into my thigh like he was trying to hold me in place. I wriggled back against him and snuggled my body against his. I looked up at Jason as I did so, and was pleased to see that he couldn’t hold out much longer, either.

  He came.

  Ian pulled himself out of me and I groaned and snuggled into the bed. I was completely spent. Every hole had been taken, every part of my body used the way they wanted to use it. My eyes were closed, and I felt as though every single inch of my body was on fire.

  I could use myself the way I wanted to. My body was more than just a stick I could beat myself with, a collection of desires I didn’t want to have. It was mine, utterly and completely mine, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure I never forgot it.

  Epilogue

  Sell your body

  "Excuse me, is Jay Winchester in?” I asked the secretary sitting behind the desk. She looked me up and down and I offered her a sweet smile, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.

  "Does he know you’re coming in?”

  I nodded.

  She sighed, probably because she could see straight through what I was doing here. It wasn’t exactly the first time I had come slipping into his office to remind him of just why he kept me around. I raised my eyebrows at her, daring her to say no to me. She knew what kind of trouble she would be in if she sent me away.

  "Go ahead," she replied.

  I brushed past her desk toward the luxurious office that contained the man who was making my life possible this month.

  It was hard to believe it had been six whole months since we’d met. Hell, it was hard to believe that I had been living in the city for a whole damn year. It had all gone so quickly, but I supposed, that was to be expected when you were having the time of your life.

  I had moved to New York not long after I lost my virginity. In fact, it was the morning after that exceptional threesome I’d shared with Jason and Ian. I had found myself thinking about where I wanted to go next. There was a whole world out there, ready for the taking, and I was ready to sink my teeth into it.

  I had never imagined living in New York, not really. Sure, it would have been fun, but that wasn’t what I was in this for, right? I was in this to find myself, to discover who I really was. Those had been my lofty goals when I had started out on this adventure to learn my sexuality. But, since then, they had taken a turn. I knew myself, back to front, inside out, literally. And now that I did, I wanted to exploit that newfound knowledge and have a little fun.

  I had known I was going to need some serious hustle to make it work, but, lucky for me, I had long since learned how to put that hustle into practice. I had honed skills in the bedroom, and I figured that it was only fair I use those newfound talents to make my way in the world.

  I looked into escorting, but most of the women in those positions seemed to have slick websites and subtle photographs that seemed to have been taken by high-class artists in their fancy loft apartments. I didn’t have the budget to start there. Besides, I wanted more than just sex. I wanted to teach people the way that I had learned myself. If there was anything that I had discovered in this time, it was that what people thought they wanted and what they actually did could often be miles apart.

  Being the age that I was, it didn’t take long until the couple of social media accounts I made for myself started attracting a little attention. Older men reached out to me, offering me their time and their money and their company. I looked into it and discovered that most of them were looking fo
r sugar babies--girls they could spoil for their romantic and often sexual attention. Which sounded like just what I was looking for.

  I met with the first guy, an out-of-town businessman passing through for the weekend, my second week in the city. He took me back to his hotel room and ordered me expensive room service and fucked me like he was ravenous for every inch of my body. I gasped and clasped on to him, pulling him down on top of me, wondering why in the world I had ever thought of doing anything else with my life.

  He left money for me on the bedside table and I headed back to my crappy hostel and counted it up. It was enough for me to get a room in a more expensive hotel.

  I reclined on the fancier bed of my new room and ate strawberries and drank champagne in an enormous bathrobe. Yeah, this was the life that I wanted.

  Soon, I had myself a revolving door of men who wanted to spoil me every way they could think of. Most of them were older, and usually busy with whatever demanding work they took on day-to-day, and all they wanted was a little familiar company at the end of a long week. I found a lot of them truly interesting, and I enjoyed their company--and, of course, the money that came along with it. With so little going on in their personal lives, they would usually jump at the chance to take me out to outrageously expensive restaurants, or to the kind of shows that everyone in the city was tripping over themselves to get tickets to. It wasn’t long before people around town knew me with just one look. I was always on the arm of someone rich dressed in something expensive.

  My current man, Jay and I had been seeing each other on and off for a while. He traveled a lot so he wasn’t around consistently, but when he was in town, he was my company of choice. He ran an enormous publishing company and loved to read and write. We shared our favorite books over our first dinner together. The way he looked at me as I spoke, I knew I had hooked him in for good. He was smart and funny and a little too serious for his own good, but that was what I was there for, right?

  I was heading into his office today because I knew he had a big meeting planned, and he had been stressed about it the night before. I liked to make these connections with these men, and my favorite part of it was knowing that I could be the break they were craving when things were getting tough. When they laid eyes on me, they were ready to have fun, and that was just how I wanted to live my life as long as I could.

  I had cultivated my looks into a good-time girl mode. I had grown out my hair and used some of my cash to pay for gorgeous, red-brown highlights. I regularly got manicures, pedicures, waxing. I had invested in a whole make-up kit. I was turning myself into the vision of the woman I knew I could be. I wasn’t a girl anymore, wasn’t the Cindy I had left behind in that small town when I had fucked for the first time. I was someone new. Better. Bolder.

  My family had come up to visit a couple of times. They had seemed pretty shocked by the lifestyle I was living. My mother and my stepfather made a trip up about two months after I made the move--he still didn’t know that I knew about his dalliance with Donna, but I made sure to shoot him a few dirty looks to keep him on edge.

  "How are you affording all of this?” my mother had asked as she looked around the spacious apartment that I had to myself.

  "A lot of hard work," I replied. It was the truth, wasn’t it? I did work hard to make sure that the life I had here was sustainable. Yes, I loved my job, but that didn’t mean I didn’t deserve the same pay anyone else would get for the same amount of effort.

  "And you’re happy up here?" she had asked me, a little nervous.

  I nodded and reached over to squeeze her hand. "I’m very happy," I replied. "As happy as I can be, I think."

  "You know, I never thought you would leave home," she admitted. "You always seemed so stuck on … well, what you had known, I guess."

  "I would never have ended up here if you hadn’t gotten me out of the house," I replied. "I have you to thank for a lot of this, you know."

  "I’m just glad that you’ve found yourself up here," she told me and squeezed my hand back. "I always knew you had this in you. You just had to find some way to let go of everything your father taught you."

  I smiled back and nodded. Up until a few months ago, a mention of my father would have been enough to send me spinning, but now, when he was referenced it was like someone was talking about a stranger. He had tried to inflict so much on me, tried to take so much from me, and I had gone on and lived my life the way I wanted in spite of all of that.

  He would have been furious if he could see the way I was living now. I supposed that made me happy, somewhere deep down inside. I was pleased with the thought that he would probably go beetroot with rage if he had any idea of the way his daughter was making a life for herself. He probably just needed to relax. Get laid. Chill out. It had worked wonders for me, after all.

  I hugged my mother goodbye at the airport, the designer bag I had purchased for her dangling from her arm as she headed to her plane. I was so pleased I could treat her, that I could give her everything she wanted. Life was better now that I had all of this--not just the money, but the sex, the desire, the company. The intoxicating knowledge that these men would pay to spend time with me, to gaze at me from across a table in some expensive restaurant.

  But then, I went far beyond just that. I liked to really connect with the men I was seeing. I considered them friends--friends with delicious benefits--and I went out of my way to remind them of that every chance I got. I strutted into Jay’s office, wearing a pair of heels and a black sheath dress that I happened to know he loved and planted my hands on my hips as soon as I arrived in front of his desk.

  He looked up at me, taking me in, slowly. He had brown eyes that seemed to glisten with gold when he was checking me out like I was flicking a switch inside him--from work mode to pleasure mode.

  "Well, hello there," I greeted him then turned to close the door carefully behind me.

  "Hey," he greeted me.

  He was about twenty years older than me, but he had the stamina of a much younger man--he took good care of himself, and he knew it. And his years of experience? Yeah, he always knew just how to take me where I needed to go. I would never go back to young guys when I knew the more distinguished among males was so much more fun.

  Author's Note

  Ever lied to your boyfriend to make him jealous?

  Ever told your husband that you bumped into Mr. So-and-so today, that he was showering you with compliments and asked you to join him for drink sometime?

  Ever told your lover that you were late to meet him because you were with an old friend… then drop hints that the old friend is a guy, six feet tall and has the body of an underwear model?

  It’s fun to get your man riled up, isn’t it?

  Puts him on the defensive

  Makes him work harder to win your affection.

  He might start insulting the other guy, even threatening to beat him up if he comes near you again.

  You’d love that, wouldn’t you?

  Heck, you might even cheer him on. Tell him that he could easily take the other guy down in a fight.

  Just to see your man’s eyes narrow, his fists clench and his blood boil with the overwhelming need to protect what’s his.

  That’s the life Cindy has now. Playing one man off against the other. Playing tug of war with their emotions. Making them feel like the best she’s ever had, and then dropping the slightest hint that there might be someone even better.

  How does Cindy’s story play out?

  Will she find a wealthy man who will take her off the market and take care of her needs forever?

  Will she, instead, invest all her savings in the stock market and be set for life?

  Or, will she become so much in demand that she has to start recruiting more young girls to join her thriving escorting business?

  How do you think Cindy’s story ends?

  Let me know. I can’t wait to hear from you

  Love,

  Viktor

  Email:
Viktor@Redreich.com

  From Kelly Exposed

  by Viktor Redreich

  “Women have a naturally submissive need for men.”

  I jerked my head up, staring around the auditorium. My gaze landed on the front stage and the man standing there. Even in my current state, he was so fine he took my breath away. His hair was black as night, while his skin gleamed gold like the sun. His broad shoulders and muscular frame gave him a raw beauty, like a wild and untamed animal. I was drawn to him, unable to look away despite my distant position.

  This man must have been the Zion Carly referred to. Judging that the school bore his name, he must have been its head and founder.

  I leaned forward to listen.

  Zion placed his hands on the podium in front of him, big hands with long, strong fingers. “In this age, society has progressed so far that people forget the natural order of things. They have forgotten the proper place for women. That place is as a submissive to men. It is an innate, instinctual part of them. A woman’s body is designed for sex, designed to receive a man’s hard cock in not just her pussy but her ass and mouth as well. Do not let the words of others deceive you into believing otherwise. Accepting this fact is vital. All women are intended by nature’s design to be sluts and do whatever men desire.”

  My jaw dropped lower and lower as he went on. He spoke in such a cultured and refined manner, every word delivered in a mesmerizing way. If not for the content of his speech, I would have already been applauding him.

  None of the others in the audience found him as outrageous as I did. A few were even taking notes, scribbling furiously.

  I’d do the same for my paper if I had anything with me.