"But for now, this will be sufficient"
And with that, he rubbed the infernal buzzing toy over her swollen lust engorged clit, and her last vestiges of self control melted away. She screamed loudly in her orgasm. It's power was raw, uncivilised, fuelled by humiliation, by pain, by degradation, by HIS control. She felt wholly his, wholly under his control, knowing that she had nothing but what he chose to take, in his time.
As the wave after wave or pleasure surged through her, she felt free at last. He had fulfilled his promise and shown her that she really did have no control, and she flew on wings of ecstasy.
Afterwards, when he had let the rope gently down, her untied her, wrapped her in a warm blanket and led her to bed. She was asleep almost as soon as her head sank into the soft pillows. And yet, she could have sworn she felt a soft tender kiss on her lips as she faded into unconsciousness.
Her eyes closed, she smiled softly and murmured,
"Buenas noches, papa."
The End.
Rigged
I was 19 and pretty much failing out of college. I mean, what can I say, I loved the parties. I loved the booze. Most of all, I loved the attention I was getting from ALL the guys. I mean, I was popular in high school, but not like this. Guys knew I put out and I was always the life of the party because of it. And I can understand why! Not to sound overly confident, but I knew I was (and still am) attractive as hell. I'm 5'6", blonde hair, blue eyes, with size 30C boobs and a pretty decent ass.
Maybe it was the fact that I was sleeping in a different dorm room almost every night, but I just never found myself studying. I knew that given my grades my parents were not going to allow me to go back to college. That was fine. I just needed to find a job so I wouldn't have to live at home. Honestly, all I wanted to do was continue my life of slutty indulgence.
My "redemption" came in the form of a flier posted in the university dining hall. It called for "live-in maids for a brand-new, never before seen style of tropical get-away." I've always been a fan of the tropics (I made the trip to both Hawaii and the Bahamas plenty of times with my family when I was younger), so this seemed to be a god-send. I immediately called the number listed on the flier and was called in for an interview the next day.
I arrived the next day wearing a slim fitting black dress that showed my cleavage rather nicely, and, even better, showed off my lack of panties if I crossed my legs right. As expected, the interviewer (male of course) was rather taken in by me. "Well, you certainly fit the bill," he said. "Unfortunately we have a very limited number of positions available. I'm only allowed to hire one, MAYBE two girls from each site. I'd love to hire you but you're going to have to give me a really good reason to."
"I understand completely," I said as I got off out of my chair and down on all fours. I crawled towards him while saying, "Maybe this will help convince you." He said nothing as I unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers off. I slowly began stroking his cock as I pulled the top of my dress down revealing my boobs. His cock quickly stiffened to attention as I began licking the had and playing with his balls. As he got harder, I took more of his cock into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and forced more of his cock into my mouth. I obliged and began to deep throat him. He took his hand off as he leaned back and groaned in ecstasy. Before long I felt him begin to stiffen and I knew he would cum soon. I immediately took his cock out of my mouth and said, "If you hire me I will swallow every last drop of your hot load. If not, I leave right now and blue ball the hell out of you."
"Yes! Yes!! The job is yours!" he said somewhat urgently.
"Mmmm good boy," I replied as i took his cock back into my mouth. I began to flick my tongue around the head making him moan. I soon had him back at the edge, although this time I forced him over. He grabbed the back of my head keeping his cock in my mouth as he began to spurt a heavy load into my mouth. I swallowed a little but kept as much in my mouth as possible. Once he finished and pulled his cock out, I opened my mouth and showed him his big load. I then swallowed the entire thing as sexily as possible.
"There is one thing, however, that you should know," He breathlessly as he pulled his pants back up, "this isn't actually for a tropical getaway. It's for a "micro-country". The people I work for, and who you will be working for, are conducting an experiment. They have converted an oil rig into what is basically a small town, able to support around 250 people for months at a time. This rig is in international waters and is a small country in every sense of the word. This means that it has its own laws. I just need you to understand that before you agree to join."
Two weeks later, I left college without even telling my roommates goodbye. They knew I was leaving, just not when. I wrote to my parents to tell them I would be leaving the country for a while and not to worry. Both of these were mistakes.
I arrived at the rig more excited than I could remember being in a long time. I was nervous, of course, but also looking forward to new experiences. I was shown to my room (which I got to myself!) then told to change out of my street clothes and into the outfit in the closet. The outfit I found in the closet seemed a tad revealing, although I figured I should not have been surprised. It was the classic "french maid" outfit. While I found it a little odd, I acknowledged that it was their right as my new employers to ask me to wear whatever they wanted. That and the pay was amazing.
After days of "introductory training" during which I learned more than I did the entire time I was at college, I began my real job. For the first few weeks everything went amazingly. I was enjoying the position, and all the free time I had. I made a few friends, mostly the girls in the hall I was in. We all had our own rooms, but regularly had "sleepovers" like we were kids again. All were just as attractive as myself, so it was easy to see what the company was looking for in the women they hired.The only thing I was missing was guys. All of the guys on the boat were older and definitely NOT my type.
The next week, however, everything took a turn for the worse. Up until this point the laws in our little country had been based strictly upon US law. Unfortunately for me and the other girls on the rig, after 3 weeks the laws were allowed to change based purely on a majority vote. And, of course, there were far more men on board as women. The first change that was made was that women became property of the company, not citizens.
I was not informed of this and went to work as usual the next day. As I walked into the first room I had to clean, the door swung shut behind me. I turned, surprised, and saw the owner of the room standing there naked, massaging a rather large, erect, cock. "Oh my!" I yelled, "Sir let me get out of your way, I thought you weren't home."
"That won't be necessary," he replied, "I want you here. Or more specifically, I want you."
"No doubt, but I DO NOT want you!"
"Hmmm, you must not have heard. You are now the property of the company. Because I am a shareholder in the company, you are my property. You are the property of every male on this rig. Now, please bend over."
I tried to run past him, but he slapped me in the face and I fell back onto the floor, stunned. He wasted now time as he got on stood over me and forced his cock into my mouth. "I swear to god, if you bite I will make you wish you never had," he said threateningly. I submitted to him and began to suck on his cock. He refused to be sated with just a blow job and quickly picked me up and threw me onto the bed.
I was on my hands and knees trying to crawl away when he grabbed my ass and pulled me back. He quickly pulled my panties down to around my knees, then completely off. Likewise, he pulled down the top of my dress exposing my boobs. I slowly began to realize that, in spite of myself, I was wet. The old man quickly realized this and called me on it.
"Damn, you little slut! You get off on this, don't you!?" He said forcefully as he began to rub my pussy with his cock. "I'm gonna fuck that pussy of yours so hard. Then you know what? I'm gonna fuck that ass too." With that he forced his cock (probably around 7") deep into my pussy.
"FUCK! UGHHH
NO!" I moaned/screamed. It had been a while since I'd had sex, the longest I'd gone in years, and my pussy was TIGHT. "Please sir, stop!"
"Not a chance in hell, girly." He replied, "I'm gonna stretch this tight pussy out, and that ass of yours is next. Hell, that looks even tighter!" Before I could reply, the door burst open and one of the security officers walked in.
"Oh thank god!" I yelled as the old man continued to drill my pussy, "Sir get this man the fuck off of me!!"
The security officer pretended not to hear me, addressing the old man instead. "That's a fine piece of ass you've got yourself, George. Mind if I join in?
"Not at all Frank!" The old man replied as he pulled out of my pussy. "I was just about to give her ass a workout anyways, so you're just in time." To stifle any more of my objections, and possibly to avoid attracting anyone else, George picked up my panties and shoved them into my mouth. He began to finger my asshole and apply lube that he pulled out of his nightstand as Frank stroked his cock to life. I'd only ever done anal a few times so it took plenty of coaxing and lube to open me up.
Before too long, however, I was up to George's standards. He had Frank lay down on the bed with his 8" cock sticking proudly up into the air. George made me mount Frank and take him inside my pussy with I did with little struggle. Once Frank was all the way in, George positioned his cock at my ass and began to slowly force his way in.
I took his cock in my ass gradually, inch by inch. After what seemed like forever, he finally fit his whole cock in my ass. I felt fuller than I ever had before with two fairly large cocks inside of me. After giving me a few seconds to get used to it, George began to fuck in and out making me moan around the panties that he had stuffed into my mouth. As George increased his pace, Franke began thrusting into me as well. With two cocks fucking me I knew I wouldn't last long and I soon began to cum.
As my pussy and ass tightened around Frank and George's cocks I felt them begin to stiffen. Both began to cum at the same time, filling me with their seed. "Finally, it's over," I thought. I was wrong.
"Wanna switch?" Frank asked. "I wanna get at that fine ass of hers. And now that you've loosened it and lubed it more with your cum, I know I'll fit."
"Why sure thing Frank!" George replied as he pulled out of my ass. "Turn your slutty ass over, lower it onto Frank's cock before my cum starts dripping out." I did as he commanded, positioning my ass over Frank's cock and beginning to sit down onto it. Immediately after my asshole made contact with the head of his cock, Frank forced himself the whole way in as I tried to scream around my panties. Frank grabbed my hips and began to force me up and down on his cock, making me ride it with my ass. His cock was definitely bigger than George's and oh boy did I notice.
George stepped up onto the bed in front of me and pulled the panties out of my mouth. Before I had a chance to scream for help George forced his cock, fresh out of my ass, into my mouth. "Suck your ass juices off my cock you fuckin slut," George commanded me, "You better get it nice and clean cause it's goin in your pussy next and you wouldn't want your nasty ass juices in there, would you?" As I continued to suck his cock, George began to slap my boobs and twist my nipples, making me scream around his cock.
After a few minutes of this, George fucking my face and Frank forcing my ass onto his cock, George decided his cock was clean enough and forced it back into my pussy. I screamed loudly, half in pleasure, half in panic, before he stuffed my panties back into my mouth. I could feel the two cocks slamming into me at different speeds, it was insane, amazing, and although I hate to admit it, I loved it.
I could tell that both Frank and George were getting close to cumming again. Sure enough, George got off of me, and Frank pushed me off. George pushed me to my knees and pulled the panties out of my mouth while saying, "Let's cum all over this bitches face, I want her to leave here marked." Almost immediately after he said that, almost in agreement, Frank began to cum on my face and boobs, covering me. I don't know how he came so much again after cumming not so long before but he did. George managed the same, and before I knew it I was covered in cum.
"Get the fuck outta here," Frank said as he opened the door and pushed me out, "Your work here is done." As I stumbled out the door I knew my day was not going to get much better. My face was covered in cum and I knew I had more in both my ass and pussy. If what Gorge had told me was true, the guys on the rig were going to be all over me before I knew it.
The End.
A Couple to Enjoy
Bob answered the door as I approached, opening it wide to the gently lit foyer behind him.
"Please come in," he said, beckoning me inside. "We've been expecting you."
I thanked him and walked into the spacious home. The lights were low and music was coming from one of the back rooms.
"Thanks," I said. I gave him a quick once-over. We had exchanged pictures online and he appeared to be exactly as portrayed; a fit, well dressed, handsome man wearing a sport coat, button-up shirt and what looked like expensive jeans. "I appreciate you taking a chance and opening your home to me."
He was appraising me as well. "You are just as your pictures show. We have never done this and must be very cautious. I'm sure you understand."
I smiled. "Of course."
He gestured to the rear of the house and we walked towards the back, towards the source of the music.
It had begun months ago when an odd advert appeared online for a couple with a very specific desire; for them to share a man yet for the husband to be in control of her throughout. He was to be her master, but wanted to be involved throughout as well. "An odd dynamic... but interesting," I thought.
After some exploratory emails back and forth we started opening up more about who we were and what we wanted. They were a good match physically for me, taking good care of themselves and appearing tan and athletic in holiday shots. I liked the way they always seemed to be smiling and at ease with each other in the photos.
They had invited me to come out and join them this weekend evening and see if the chemistry would work. It was too interesting to pass up.
We entered a large room with a cathedral ceiling, stone fireplace and overstuffed leather furniture. The music was coming from speakers hidden in the walls and a fire was burning brightly, providing most of the light in the room. Bob guided me towards a built-in bar.
"Would you like something?"
"Yes, please," I said. "What is the house specialty?"
"It's after ten, so brandy would be called for." He reached for two glasses and a decanter. "Brandy feels uncivilized without a cigar; would you like one?"
"Perfect," I replied. He motioned towards a humidor and I selected two Montecristo #4's, thinking to ask him later where he was able to get them. They were soft to the touch, barely a crackle when I rolled them by my ear and smelled like heaven. We lit them and retired to easy chairs near the fire.
"Very nice," I said and meant it. Even if this was the end of the evening I was content, very comfortable and enjoying the gentle complementary burns of the brandy and cigar.
"The simple things are often the best..." he mused, watching the fire. He then turned to me. "Some things are not so simple. Laura and I have a beautiful relationship, with love and respect deeply shared between us. We will never do anything to compromise that."
"I understand."
"We have always had a separate relationship within our own home. From the very beginning we understood that we wanted a very specific relationship here, one not of equals but of a master and his slave." His brows furrowed. "Our friends would never understand. Outside we are very much equals, husband and wife. Inside, she is my unquestioning slave, sexually."
"This is exactly what you have been describing between you."
"It is more unusual, and a little delicate," he said. "I do not want to add a man to take my place, nor to become another master to her, nor to dominate us both while he is here. I want a man to be pleased by her, and possibly by me, simply as another man to enjoy o
ur company." He paused. "Can we do that?"
"Yes," I assured him. "This is why you two were so interesting to me. I would like to add to your pleasure without changing the power dynamic between the two of you."
He smiled, his eyes reflecting the firelight. "Yes. Exactly." He stood up. "Please enjoy your brandy. I will fetch Laura." He stopped. "She will be blindfolded initially. This should increase her anxiety and her physical sensations equally."
I smiled and nodded. He was intuitively understanding regarding her sensations; this was a very good sign of things to come.
He left towards a flight of stairs, leaving me feeling the warming glow of the brandy inside and the heat of the fireplace on my skin. The music played a sensual French song I recognized from a trip years before, the girl singing about her lover with an underlying beat that was moving my body to its will.
I heard them come down the stairs. He was leading her by the hand, step by step. She was a brunette, tall, slim, athletic, gorgeous, wearing a sleek black evening gown... and very much blindfolded. He gently guided her until she was standing before me; he sat down in the other chair.
"Here we are my dear," he began. "Tell our guest how you are feeling."
She was trembling slightly. Her hands moved without knowing where to go. "I'm... anxious. Nervous. And excited."
"Good," he said. He looked over at me. "Our guest is as handsome as his photographs. Very fit, very attractive. We have come to an understanding regarding this evening. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said.
"Excellent. Kneel."
She swallowed hard, then kneeled before me. Her perfume was wonderful.
"Would you like to touch her?" he asked.
She inhaled sharply as I moved in the chair. I could only imagine what was going through her mind, blind, heart beating fast, knowing she was being offered to a man she had never seen. Moving close to her I let me eyes roam over her; clear skin, full lips shining a bright red, her chest moving quickly in anticipation. I dipped my finger into the brandy and lifted a drop up to her lips, just barely touching them and letting the drop move to her mouth. She started at the touch and quickly licked her lips, tasting the brandy.
Arousing Family Page 64