by Ray Gordon
Her bowels still flooding with the cooling liquid, Samantha listened to the splashing sound on the floor as she lifted her head and gazed at her painfully stretched nipples. This was abuse beyond belief, she mused as the machine speeded up, the dildo repeatedly ramming into her tightening vaginal tube. Watching Jenny hovering by the instrument trolley, she wondered what horrendous device she was going to force her to endure next. Taking something from the trolley, the blonde girl stood beside Samantha and removed the nipple clamps. Tightening the breast rings, she watched Samantha's sore nipples balloon. Giggling, she leaned over and sucked her victim's milk-teats into her mouth.
'I think they're ready,' Jenny said, standing upright. 'These little things slip over your nipples, like this,' she said, placing two clear plastic cups over Samantha's areolae. 'These two hoses fix onto the cups, like this, and then the suction builds.' Grimacing, Samantha lifted her head and watched her nipples inflate to an incredible size within the cups. 'Nipple vacuum pumping is a speciality of mine,' Jenny announced. 'It's amazing how they expand to three or four times their normal size. And they stay that way.'
Her nipples continuing to inflate, Samantha bit her lip as she watched the delicate brown tissue of her areolae expanding at the tips of her already ballooning mammary spheres. This was sexual torture, she thought fearfully, dreading to think what the other girl was up to as she fiddled with the instruments on the trolley. Switching the machine off, the dildo coming to rest deep within the inflamed duct of Samantha's vagina, Jenny fixed something to her victim's fleshy outer lips.
'This is my pussy-lip stretcher,' she giggled, taking the chains hanging from the ceiling and fixing the ends to what Samantha thought were metal clamps. 'I think your arse is clean now,' she said, slipping the long object out of Samantha's cold rectal duct. 'Nice and clean and ready to be pumped full of spunk.' Pushing the machine away, the rubber dildo sliding out of Samantha's tight vagina, she turned as Kitty entered the room. The men were ready, the woman announced. Samantha feared the worst as Jenny removed the vaginal lip clamps and asked for the clients to be sent in. Removing the plastic cups from Samantha's inflamed nipples, she left the steel rings in place and sighed.
'I'll have to try my toys out later,' she said. 'The men will want to get at all your tight holes, so... Ah, here they are.'
'There are only six,' Kitty said, leading the naked men into the room.
'That'll do,' Jenny replied. 'I'm sure six cocks will be more than enough for this little tart.'
'I'll leave you all to enjoy yourselves,' Kitty said, closing the door as she left the room.
'Right,' Jenny breathed. 'She's all yours. Do whatever you wish to the little cow.'
Mumbling to each other, the naked men surrounded the examination couch as Samantha gazed in awe at the erect shafts of their huge cocks. Her naked body completely defenceless, she watched as one man stood behind the couch and lowered the padded headrest. Her head dropping back, she gazed at the view of his upside-down penis as he offered the swollen knob to her pursed lips. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked on his bulbous glans as he gasped in his male pleasure. Rocking his hips, he repeatedly drove his solid glans to the back of her throat, fucking her wet mouth as another man clambered onto the couch and drove the shaft of his huge cock deep into the inflamed sheath of her tight cunt.
This was the beginning of a long session of crude sex, Samantha knew as the sore nipples of her ballooning breasts were sucked into two hot mouths. The steel rings gripping the base of her breasts, her mammary spheres painfully inflated, she jolted as a finger slipped between the rounded cheeks of her pert buttocks and drove deep into the cleansed shaft of her rectum. Alleviating her fears by concentrating on the idea that one day she would own the corrupt business and the mansion, she knew that she wouldn't come to any harm. But she was desperate to know exactly how she'd take over the dancing school and earn enough cash to buy the mansion.
'She's got a tight little cunt,' the man driving his solid penis into her moistening vagina gasped. Samantha gobbled and sucked on the bulbous glans bloating her hot mouth as she pondered on the future. In a way, she wished that she'd not discovered her fate. It was nice to know that she was going to be rolling in money, living in a huge mansion, but she wanted a few surprises in her life. There again, she knew that the next ten years probably held many surprises.
Her gobbling mouth flooding with sperm, she did her best to swallow the creamy fluid. The man rocking his hips, repeatedly driving his orgasming knob to the back of her throat as he mouth-fucked her, she felt the contracting sheath of her vagina filling with the product of male orgasm. Her body jolting with the double-ended fucking, teeth sinking into the brown teats of her sore nipples, her rectal canal massaged by intruding fingers, she knew that she'd reached the pinnacle of sexual debauchery. There was nothing more debased anyone could do to her naked body, was there?
Listening to the men's gasped comments, Samantha tried again to return to her own time, to the comfort of her lounge. Hoping that she wasn't stuck in the future, she closed her eyes and concentrated hard. Nothing changed. Her mouth still flooding with sperm, her spasming vagina squelching with the crude fucking, she couldn't understand why she'd lost the ability to travel through time. Perhaps, she thought, she had to experience the debauchery. For whatever reason, she might have to endure the gruelling sexual abuse of her body by six men. About to concentrate on her lounge again, her thoughts were derailed by another man forcing his swollen knob into her mouth alongside the first deflating glans.
Her pretty mouth bloated by the two cockheads, spunk streaming down her cheeks and matting her blonde hair, she shuddered as the spent penis slipped out of her mouth and was immediately replaced by a fresh glans. They were both going to come at once, she was sure as the knobs drove to the back of her throat, bloating her mouth to capacity. Her full lips stretched tautly around the solid shafts, the silky penile bulbs massaging her wet tongue, she breathed heavily through her nose as her feet were released and her legs lifted high into the air.
The spent cock leaving the spermed sheath of her tight cunt, Samantha moaned through her nose as two penises entered the inflamed duct of her vagina. She couldn't take four cocks fucking her wet orifices, she knew as her naked body rocked back and forth. This was beyond belief, she mused, almost choking as the two purple plums drove to the back of her throat. Breathing in the male scent of the pubic curls tickling her nose, she did her best to concentrate on returning to her own time.
As one penis slipped out of her vaginal duct, the bulbous glans moving down and pressing hard against the tightly closed eye of her anus, she felt that her legs would snap as her feet were pulled apart to the extreme. Her sex holes gaping, a jolt running through her pelvis, she squeezed her eyes shut as a solid cock drove deep into the restricted tube of her hot rectum. All three holes vigorously fucked, she felt as if her body would explode when the two penises fucking her bloated mouth erupted in orgasm. Swallowing the double load of creamy sperm as the men gasped and grunted, she again felt spunk streaming down her upside-down head, flowing through her blonde hair and into her ears.
Never had her curvaceous body taken so much sperm, Samantha reflected, her vaginal sheath squelching with the first man's sperm as a fresh knob pummelled her cervix. Horrified as two men held their cocks above her face and wanked out their copious flow of semen, she thought that she was going to drown in the male sex fluid. Was this, she wondered, what was going to happen to her in the future? Or had the men simply taken advantage of her untimely visit? Was this really happening...?
'Come in,' an ageing man said as Samantha found herself standing on the doorstep of a house. 'I've been looking forward to this.'
'Er, yes... so have I,' she returned, following him into the lounge.
'I hope they're really dirty.'
'Dirty?' she echoed, frowning as she looked around the unfamiliar room.
'Your panties. I hope you've been wearing them since we last met.'
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br /> 'Oh, yes, yes - of course.'
'Lift your skirt up and I'll have a sniff,' he said, kneeling in front of her.
Lifting her skirt, Samantha looked down as the grey-haired man pressed his nose to the tight material of her panties and breathed in. She had no idea who he was but she reckoned he must be a client from some time in the future. Did her life hold nothing but perverted sex? She mused on this possibility as he licked her panties, wetting the crotch. What had happened to make her turn to a life of prostitution? Frowning as the old man announced that it was time for her bath, she followed his instructions and sat on the sofa with her legs wide apart. She wanted to ask him a hundred questions, but knew that she had to play it by ear. Pressing his face against her moist panties, he looked up at her and grinned.
'Good girl,' he praised her. 'You haven't washed since I last saw you.'
'No, no, I haven't,' she murmured, watching his tongue licking away again at the tight crotch of her panties.
'Mmm, you taste absolutely heavenly,' he chuckled. 'Slip your panties off and I'll give you your tongue bath.'
Complying, Samantha slipped her panties down her legs and reclined on the sofa with her thighs spread wide. The old man moved in, his wet tongue working up and down her sex valley as he cleansed her there. She was going to have to discover why she was going to lead a life of debauchery, she knew as the man parted the fleshy swell of her vaginal lips and snaked his tongue around the inflating nub of her clitoris. She could hardly accept that she'd become nothing more than a common whore. No matter how much money prostitution paid, she couldn't believe that she would stoop so low.
'I need some answers,' she said.
'Oh?' he murmured, his dark eyes looking up at her pretty face.
'How did you find out about me? Where did you first make contact?'
'The dancing school,' he replied. 'But you already knew that, surely.'
'I can't explain things now. But you must tell me how you found out about the school and how you made contact with me.'
'I don't understand,' he breathed, frowning at her. 'You've been coming to see me once a week for over a year, and yet you seem to know nothing about—'
'I'm... I'm writing a book,' she said, smiling at him. 'No names, of course. But I'd like to hear your side of the story.'
'Well,' the man sighed, sitting back on his heels. 'I first heard about the dancing school from Kitty, the woman who lives a few doors away. She suggested that I might help out at the school, cleaning and the like. She knew I had plenty of money, of course. She knew I could afford the fees. That's why she came up with her ploy to invite me to the school. Anyway, I saw the dancers and I was hooked.'
'So when did I come on the scene?' Samantha asked.
'I would have thought that was obvious,' he chuckled, leaning forward and running his tongue up her creamy sex slit.
'Of course, but tell me anyway.'
'You owned the school. Kitty introduced us and—'
'And when was this? The date, I mean.'
'Last December.'
'Two thousand and...?'
'Three. Two thousand and three.'
'That's next year. I mean... So, Kitty works for me?'
'Yes. Are you sure this is for a book? I mean, to write about the school and...'
'Don't worry; it's for my private diaries. It's a long story. Tell me, where does Gerry Andrews fit in to all this?'
'Ah, the man who gave you the mansion?'
'Gave me?'
'I don't know what the arrangement was, but he signed the place over to you. That's what Kitty said, anyway.'
'And he stayed on?'
'No, no. He went off to Australia. There is talk that Kitty might join him at some stage. Do you mind if I get on with the job in hand?' the oldster asked her, licking his pussy-smeared lips.
'No, no. I'm sorry. You carry on and enjoy yourself.'
As the man slipped his wet tongue between the fleshy hillocks of her outer labia, Samantha pondered on his words and thought about what she'd learned from him. Why would Gerry Andrews give her the mansion? There were too many unanswered questions, she reflected. Not least, why had she been gifted with the ability to travel through time? There must have been a reason, she thought, as the old man drove his tongue deep into the drenched sheath of her hot vagina. Wondering what would happen if she tried to go one hundred years forward in time, she felt a shudder run up her spine. Realizing how dangerous her travels could be, she concentrated on the man's tongue as he licked the creamy inner walls of her vagina.
'You are enjoying yourself, aren't you?' she giggled, parting her firm thighs and moving her naked buttocks over the edge of the sofa cushion. 'Do I taste good?'
'God, yes,' he replied, his cunny-dripping face beaming as he looked up at her. 'As always, I'm saving the best bit till last.'
'Best bit?' she echoed, her head cocked to one side.
'Your sweet little bottom-hole,' he replied gleefully.
'Oh, right. I was forgetting how much you like my bottom.'
'My tongue sliding deep into your tight arse, tasting the slimy walls of your... God, I can hardly wait. Before that, though, we'll do the usual in the garden.'
'Yes, yes, of course,' Samantha said, wondering what the hell the usual in the garden entailed.
Realizing that she had no qualms about allowing an old man to tongue her young cunt, Samantha wondered again why she'd fallen so deep into the pit of depravity. She'd felt no embarrassment whatsoever as the man had talked about tonguing deep inside her bottom. As the future had unfolded, she'd obviously had so many men that she thought nothing of offering them her bared sex holes for their debased pleasures. Even now, after relatively few exploits, she was beginning to look upon her body as a potential commodity from which she could earn vast sums of money. And she had to admit that she'd derived immense pleasure from both male and female tongues.
Looking around the room as the elderly man slurped and sucked at the juice-dripping entrance to her hot vagina, Samantha thought that he must live alone. He probably relied on her weekly visits to satisfy his male lust, she mused. Thinking that it was a sad way to end up, she looked at the ceiling as she heard a dull thud. No one's up there, surely, she thought. Perhaps the man's wife was bedridden and—
'It's the cat,' the old man said, grinning at Samantha.
'Oh, right.'
'Well, I'm getting very thirsty now. Are you going to give me a drink in the garden?'
'Er... yes, of course.'
Clambering to her feet, Samantha followed him through the kitchen and out onto the patio. She had no idea what he wanted her to do as he lay on his back on the lawn. Walking towards him, puzzlement reflected in her blue eyes, she waited for him to instruct her in whatever act he wanted her to perform. Thirsty? she mused, suddenly wondering whether her thinking was right and he wanted her to...
'Stand over my face, then,' he said.
'Stand over... Yes, right.'
'After this I'll tongue your sweet little bottom. The blend of—'
'I'm not sure I can manage this,' Samantha cut in, lifting her skirt as she stood with her feet either side of his head.
'I hope you've been drinking plenty of water,' he murmured. 'You always drink plenty of water before visiting me.'
'Yes, I have,' she lied, praying that she could please the sad old man as she squeezed her muscles.
Her golden liquid raining over the old man's face, Samantha looked down in disgust. He was obviously deriving immense pleasure from her crude act, she thought, as he opened his mouth and drank. And why not? she ruminated, realizing that she was as bad as he was. Her disgust waning, she peeled the wet lips of her pussy apart, spraying his face with her clear yellow flow as her pleasure heightened. No one knew about her lewd behaviour, she mused, her flow stemming to a trickle. Whatever she did, no one at the newspaper, her family, friends... She was free to do as she wished.
Lowering her skirt, her inner thighs wet, Samantha stepped asid
e as the man sat up and wiped his face on the back of his hand. Was he so sad? The question made her think. She'd enjoyed the lewd act as much as he had. Was there really anything wrong with two adults playing dirty games? Watching as he knelt in front of her and lifted her skirt high up over her stomach, she grinned as he administered another tongue bath, licking her inner thighs and cleansing her wet sex crack.
'I have to be going,' she murmured, his tongue entering the sex-wet sheath of her vaginal duct.
'Yes, of course,' he said, his glistening face grinning as he looked up at her. He'd obviously decided against finishing his session with a tongue-fucking of Samantha's anus. Maybe he thought the additional excitement would bring on a heart attack, she thought. 'As always, you've made me very happy.'
'That's good. After all, that is what I'm here for!'
'I'll see you next week, as usual.'
'Yes, next week,' she replied as they walked towards the house.
As he showed her out, she walked down the path to the street and looked around her...
Hearing the old guy's front door close, Samantha suddenly found herself sitting in her parents' garden. Her mother was pouring tea from a pot and talking about someone called Archie, a name that meant nothing to Samantha. Looking down at her clothes, she knew that she must be nearing her thirties. Her mother looked older, too, she mused, wondering why she'd been transported to this particular place and time.
'You're going to have to make up your mind,' the woman said, passing Samantha a cup of tea. 'The way he's been carrying on, you should dump him.'
'Yes, I will,' Samantha murmured, reckoning that Archie must be a future cheating boyfriend.
'You know what your father thinks about your relationship. And to find out now that Archie has been seeing another girl all along...'
'I'll do something about it,' Samantha sighed, not really wanting to know about the man.