Jamie turns and looks at the bedside clock.
"Oh, shit, we're going to be late for work."
* * * *
"So how come you were late?” Graham asks moments after Carrie arrives.
"Oh, I forgot the time,” she replied, flushing.
"How come Jamie was late and you two came in together?” Graham smirks and Carrie turns a deeper shade of red.
Before she can reply, Jamie puts a hand on Graham's shoulder and says, “We were fucking like bunnies, Graham, lost track of time. Now would you mind preparing those burgers for me? Thank you.” He winks at Carrie who is staring at him, her mouth wide open. “And you, beautiful, flip those burgers, chop-chop."
The shift passes in a haze for Carrie. Her mind is certainly not on her job, but that isn't anything new. This time though, her mind just can't get off the subject of sex. Flashbacks from her morning of making love, of the night spent posing for Jamie keep her constantly aroused. Jamie could pounce on her right here, right now and she'd love it and beg for more, no matter who might be watching. She is just that horny.
"Carrie,” Jamie's voice breaks into her reverie, “Will you go into the store? We need a new batch of burgers and some buns."
This is an unusual request, as normally he'd do it himself or send one of the other servers, but Carrie puts down her spatula and heads for the stock cupboard. It's not until she is in there that she realises she doesn't know how many burgers and buns are needed. She turns around to go and ask when a big, familiar male hand slaps itself across her mouth.
"You didn't say, ‘Yes, Sir’ did you, naughty girl?” His hand moves from her mouth.
"No, I didn't because we're at work.” Carrie replies defiantly, she tries to turn around but Jamie slams his body against her back.
"Oh no you don't, miss,” he hisses. “You've got some punishment coming."
"But Jamie, anyone could come in,” Carrie hisses as Jamie wraps his arms around her middle, finding the zip to her trousers. She drops her hands down to cover his. “No, not here.” She panics, but Jamie easily pushes her hands out of the way.
"Okay, you asked for it.” He lets her go but stays pressed up against her so she cannot move. She feels him fiddling with his belt then hears it as he frees the strap from his trouser loops.
"What are you doing?” she gasps, her heart thudding with frightened arousal.
"I'm punishing you,” he replies, pushing her arms up above her head against the corner of the metal shelving unit in front of them. His belt is wrapped firmly around her wrists and the unit and he threads it through the buckle, pulling the belt tight before tying it around itself, holding Carrie captive.
"Oh Jamie, don't, please? Someone might walk in."
"Who?” he hisses, pulling down her trousers and knickers in one sweeping motion. “It's pretty busy out there. Graham is busy doing his job and yours, and the two girls will be busy serving. Now hush and take your punishment like a good girl."
He slaps her buttock and watches it wobble, his cock already straining in his trousers. He slaps the other and his eye falls to the jug filled with spare utensils sitting on the shelf in front of Carrie.
"Ooh, a wooden spoon.” He exclaims, pulling it from the jug and tapping it on her bottom. “Okay, miss, this is your punishment. Don't scream or someone will come running."
He lifts the spoon and taps it on her arse, gently. She cringes then relaxes as she feels the gentle tap on her bum, just as she relaxes he pulls the spoon back and lets it go with much more force, making her yelp with surprise and blossoming pain.
"I thought I said be quiet.” He spanks her again and she bites her lip, the pain shooting through her body, up through her aching arms and down to her toes via her electrified and dripping cunt. “I think you want someone to come in and catch us. You want someone to see you tied up like this. Oh yeah, you want them to see you, don't you, naughty girl?"
Another slap of the spoon is followed rapidly by yet another.
"Answer me,” he demands.
"Yes, Sir,” she groans. She would like it, someone watching her arse get redder and redder with each swing of the spoon.
"Oh fuck, Carrie. You're so sexy.” The wooden spoon clatters to the tiled floor and Jamie's cock eases its way between her pink and sensitive buttocks. It slips down over her arsehole, making her shiver with ... what? Fear or excitement, maybe both.
"Not today, not right now. I need to feel your wet cunt squeezing me."
He gasps as his cock slips and slides into her tight cunt. “But I am going to fuck your arse, oh yes. I'm going to fuck all your holes and your tits, I'm going to fuck you in every way I can, Carrie. There won't be a space on your body that hasn't been covered with my come."
He powers into her pussy, the stainless steel rack shivering and clinking as it moves with the force of his fucking.
"I can't hold it,” he groans into her ear, his breath sensuously tickling as her body is on fire with arousal. “I'm going to fill your cunt, baby, gonna come in your tight, wet cunt.” He holds her hips tightly as he groans and empties inside of her. She can feel his cock expanding and contracting as his hot come is forced into her.
He pulls up his pants and unties her from the steel frame, spinning her around and kissing her hard. He presses her back into the shelves and runs his fingers down over her stomach and into her pubic hair, then lower and between her wet lips. Their lips never part as he runs his finger up and down over her excited and exposed clit. She writhes and moans as he rubs rhythmically up and down her slit until she squeals into his mouth and her juices gush out all over his hand, her whole body tightening and then relaxing as her orgasm washes over her.
"Right, back to work.” He leaves her to pull up her pants. “Oh, and we need two packs of burgers and the same on the buns.” He winks and exits the store room.
Carrie takes a moment to compose herself, her heart still beating in her chest like a caged beast trying to escape. She can't believe that just happened. It is like Jamie has watched her fantasies and is now attempting to act them all out. He literally is a dream come true. Carrie laughs and picks up the buns. She can't believe this is happening to her.
* * * *
"Well, you've only yourself to blame,” He says, tying a knot and checking its strength. “I warned you exactly what would happen if you didn't comply, didn't I?"
"Yes, Sir,” Carrie replies. Eyes focused on the white ceiling above, she breathes deeply to control the nervous fear that is building inside of her and concentrates on the erotic thrill eating her instead.
"Oh yes,” he sighs, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Oh, yes. I knew you'd look fantastic like this. You're so beautiful, Carrie."
His eyes slide up and down her naked body as it is stretched from corner to corner of his bed. Her arms and legs are tied down with long silk scarves, fantastic for adding colour to a still life and even better for restraining beautiful women.
"Now, where did I put my paper?"
"You're not going to draw me like this, are you?” Carrie gasps and struggles in her bonds.
"Yes, yes I am,” he replies. “This kind of beauty is crying out to be captured on paper.” He picks up his pencil and pad and starts scribbling.
"How do you feel?” he asks, his eye darting from paper to body as he sits comfortably in the corner.
"Exposed,” she replies, “I feel like those virgins in the old tales about dragon sacrifices. I feel scared, scared that you'll leave me here and I'll not be able to escape but I feel aroused too. I feel aroused because I know, well I guess, well I hope, you're going to fuck me once you've finished your picture. I think you're going to fuck me until I explode into a million orgasms before you'll untie me."
"At least a million.” He grins, adding detail to the paper before him.
"Fuck it, that's a good enough outline.” He growls and stands up. He slams down the paper and pencil and walks over to the head of the bed.
Carrie watches his nak
ed body as it walks over to her by straining her head up. She watches his straining cock bobbing as he strides over and licks her parched lips.
"Here.” He smiles, pressing another pillow beneath her head. “You can watch everything now without hurting your neck. Oh and look.” He climbs onto the bed beside her. “It lifts your head to the level of my crotch.” He presses his dripping cock tip to her mouth.
"Suck me,” he commands and she parts her lips, letting him slip into her warm wet mouth. She can't move her head much so he bobs up and down on his heels to force his cock in and out of her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his swollen head and savours his taste.
"Oh, you're so good.” He groans, banging harder and faster into her opened mouth. Carrie feels the spittle dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. She hears the gagging and choking noises she is making but she is surprisingly unembarrassed by it all. When Jamie first face fucked her, she thought she was going to die from embarrassment, but now, a few weeks later she feels nothing but sexual pleasure as he uses her.
Her confidence has blossomed. How could it not? Every day he tells her she is beautiful and he fucks her at every opportunity. His desire for her is mending her broken heart.
He grabs the back of her head with his hand, his fingers curling into her hair and pulling her tighter onto his cock. “I'm going to come. Oh Carrie, I'm going to come all over you. Suck me, yes, suck me."
He mumbles and groans, moaning and cursing as he thrusts harder and harder, chaffing her lips and filling her throat. She groans with displeasure as his cock is pulled from her mouth with a pop. She was enjoying being used and wanted to suck more on her sexual pacifier.
He pumps his cock in his fist just twice before he erupts, spraying come over her face in an arc. He pumps again and yet more of his ejaculate sprays out and decorates her breasts. The splatter of his come on her body makes her shake and throb with need. She can feel his hot juices cooling and drying on her flesh and she wants to rub it in, to dip a finger in and to lick it, to taste him. Her hands are tied so all she can do is groan in frustration.
"You're amazing,” he groans, dipping his finger in the come coating her breast. He holds it to her mouth and she eagerly sucks on it. “So fucking good and so good at fucking, come to that.” He smiles, stroking her hair out of her face before dropping a soft, tender kiss onto her lips. His kiss deepens and Carrie struggles, wanting to wrap her arms around him and pull him tight to her. He smiles, she can feel his lips curling as the touch hers and he gently shakes his head.
"You're going nowhere yet, miss.” He smiles, then his kiss slips onto her cheek. “I'm going to enjoy you. Oh, how I'm going to enjoy you."
The kiss turns into a suck as it drops to her neck and a nibble as it reaches her shoulder and her collar bone. It flutters up and down and over her breasts before he sucks on each nipple in turn until her hips bounce up and down in frustration. He moves lower still, trailing over her stomach, into her belly button and down onto her hip.
She groans as his lips miss her pubic region and trail down one inner thigh and calf to take each toe in turn into his mouth, sucking on each one for long moments, giving her feet, one and then the other, ten perfect blow jobs that leave her screaming and weeping with need and desire.
At last, his lips travel up the other calf, higher, his tongue ticking the back of her knee before slipping up her inner thigh and licking up the dew that has dripped down there.
He uses his fingers to gently pull apart her bulging, hot lips and just looks longingly at the red, swollen pussy before him.
"Please,” she begs, lifting her hips. “Please, Sir."
"Please, what?” he teases, stroking the inside of her lips with his thumbs.
She flushes. She finds it hard to talk in candid, lewd language but she has been teased to such a level that the words slip out quite easily.
"Please lick my cunt, Sir. Please eat me out. Please fuck me with your tongue, Sir, please, please."
He pokes his tongue from his mouth and presses it into her wet, expanded hole and she screams with pleasure. He withdraws it, covered in her sweet juices and swipes it up and down the length of her slit, just missing her clit each time. He reaches under her and grasps her buttocks, squeezing them as if testing for ripeness.
"Make me come, Sir. Oh God, please make me come,” she begs, thrashing her head from side to side. She is aware of the aching in her ankles and wrists and along her limbs but this ache only seems to heighten the desire in her cunt.
He has mercy and flicks her clit with his tongue. He sucks and flicks and sucks and flicks until she yells out his name and stiffens. He continues to suck as her fluids literally gush from her cunt and she mewls and cries until her body shudders and shivers to a stop.
Jamie climbs up and wraps his arms around her middle, hugging her closely.
"Wow,” she gasps, her cheeks and chest flushed bright red.
"Oh, yeah.” He pushes his erection into her thigh.
"Again?” She giggles and he nods.
"Oh, yeah,” he repeats, nodding furiously.
They laugh and Jamie begins untying her bonds. Carrie shakes her arms and legs, feeling the blood flowing in tingles to her fingers and toes. Soon she is held down with different bonds as Jamie hovers over her, holding her hands above her head as he kisses her.
"I want to fuck your arse,” he whispers and Carrie's eyes shoot wide open.
"I've never, never done that,” she gasps, “I don't know..."
"You'll love it.” He smiles. “And you'll do it for me, won't you?"
She looks up into his eyes and nods her head.
"Pardon?"
"Yes, Sir.” She replies, her cunt contracting in anticipation, her stomach filled with dancing jumping beans of doubt.
"Good girl.” He smiles and kisses her neck. “You're going to love it, I know it. I'm going to love it, oh fuck, am I."
He reclines next to her and gently prompts her to roll onto her stomach.
"On your knees by the edge of the bed.” He commands and she follows his order. He places pillows between her and the bed, giving Carrie some support that she is very thankful for. Jamie moves from the bed and she starts to worry.
Anal sex. Oh fuck, it's just not meant to go in that hole. It's going to hurt, it's going to hurt.
She hears Jamie rummaging in the bedside drawer then feels his hand on her butt. He strokes over and over her soft, exposed flesh, dipping down between the globes to tease her slit and her still hyper sensitive clit. She moans and wiggles to feel more of his ministrations. It is only when he lets his finger trail up her crack and rest on the puckered opening that her worries resurface. She tenses her whole body, fear gripping her tightly.
"Relax,” he urges, flicking open a bottle of lubricant. “You need to relax or it'll hurt, Carrie. Trust me. You can always use ‘burger’ if you need to."
Carrie forces herself to relax by taking some deep breaths, and she feels a cold blob of jelly being rubbed on her arsehole. She concentrates on the rubbing and moans as the finger tips just inside of her. It explores gently before retreating then returning with more slippery, cooling gel. As the finger searches further she feels his cock knocking against her arse.
"Oh, fuck.” He groans as he presses a second finger to her hole and it slides in easily. Carrie continues to concentrate on her breathing. She can't believe that some guy has his fingers up her arse and she's enjoying it. It feels so deliciously dirty. It feels freeing. A third finger slips through her sphincter and she groans as she feels the stretching. It's not painful, but it is strange and she concentrates again to stop from panicking.
"You love it, don't you, dirty girl?” Jamie groans as he watches the trio of fingers plunging in and out of her tight hole. He can see her open cunt too, just dripping with arousal. He presses his cock lower, bending his knees until the cock head is at her entrance. He leaves his fingers embedded in her arse as he uses his other hand to feed himself into her hot cunt.
"Yes,” she hisses as he slips his cock into her. She hadn't been expecting it, but oh, it feels so good. She can feel his fingers and his cock rubbing against each other through her. It is as if all her sensitive spots are being rubbed from all sides at once and she shudders with climax after climax. She clenches and releases over and over again, massaging Jamie's cock to a higher state of arousal.
"I have to have this little hole now.” He groans, pulling himself reluctantly from her warm, enveloping cunt. He removes his fingers and quickly presses his cock against the shrinking hole, feeling the pussy juice slicked tip slipping inside.
"Oh, fuck,” Carrie gasps, feeling a cock in her arse for the first time, getting used to the alien fullness which makes her want to scream. He presses in gently, more of his cock head disappearing between her globes. He grabs a cheek in each hand, pulling them apart so he can see the progress of his cock as it sinks inside her secret hole.
"Oh no, no, no, no.” she wails, instinctively panicking and tensing up as the sensation overwhelms her.
"Hush,” he coos. “Play with your clit, baby. Go on, play with your dripping wet cunt whilst I fuck this arse. I'm going to fuck it, baby, no matter how much you say no."
Carrie groans, his cock sinking deeper as she relaxes. She runs a hand beneath herself, the pillows propping her up as her fingers seek out pleasure. His cock sinks deeper still and she hits her clit, biting the pillow before her as the pleasure and pain mix and become inseparable.
"Oh yeah, you are so fucking good.” He presses in more, his cock rapidly disappearing inside of her. When he is completely enveloped he holds still, stroking her arse with his hands, enjoying the moment, enjoying taking her anal virginity.
"I'm going to fuck you now.” He grins and pulls slowly back out until his head is the only thing inside her and slowly runs it back in.
"No!” she cries, furiously fingering her clit. “Not that. No, not there mister, not there."
"Oh yes, there, little girl.” He growls, picking up on the role-play and joining in.
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