by Powerone
Charisse understood now, he didn''t want to tease Jessica, he wanted to fuck her, and right now she was the substitute. She let her legs part, allowing Henri complete access to her pussy, feeling his fingers push between her lips, his large hand sawing up and down her slit.
""Rub my cock, Jessica."” His hand grabbed Charisse''s and forced it over the bulge in his pants, wrapping her tiny hand over his large cock. He let go, feeling her continuing to rub his cock, his attention turned back to her pussy. His hands forced their way into her panties, almost tearing the fragile material as he sought out her pussy. “"Take my cock out, Jessica, stroke it nice,"” he ordered Charisse, jerking as he felt the soft, warm hand engulf his hard cock. “"Yes, so nice, rub it nice."” His hand pulled her panties down, eager to bury his cock inside her body. He let his hands run over her ass, the ass that swayed so sexily in his face only hours ago. His fingers slid between her cheeks, feeling her clench, preventing them from reaching their target. He slapped her ass hard, the sound ripping through in the room.
Jessica jumped when she heard the slap. She could almost feel it, Michael''s hand spanking her naked ass, two fingers pushing into her wet pussy, clutching tightly on the digits. She heard more noise, the sounds of movement in the other room. She turned over on the bed, getting on her hands and knees, just like Michael would force her to do. She put her head down, arching her back, forcing her ass cheeks up in the air. She spread her legs, feeling Michael behind her, playing with her body, his fingers running up and down her pussy slit.
Charisse was bent over the bed, her head turned toward him, her legs spread wide, two fingers pressed tightly up her asshole, twisting and turning painfully as she lay there. “"Please, that hurts, not there!"” she cried out, Henri forcing the desired gasps of pain, wanting Jessica to hear them.
Jessica let one finger slide up to her asshole, hearing the protests from the room next door, knowing what they were protesting. She pushed into the dry hole, hearing Michael tell her to open, the burning pain radiating from her speared asshole.
Charisse screamed as the hard cock pressed against her tiny asshole and forcefully pushed in, her anus stretching to accept the large head. “"No! Please, no!"” she screamed in pain, the cock head opening her anal tract as her sphincter fought the painful intrusion. Henri held her hips, forcing her body to accept the slow, painful fucking of his cock in her ass. She began to get angry with Jessica. It was her fault that she had to take a big cock up her ass. It was Jessica who should be screaming in pain, not her. The slow gradual intrusion of his cock up her backside continued for over five minutes, loud gasps of pain coming from her lips as Henri fucked in and out, each time driving deeper into her rectum before finally shoving deep into her colon. It hurt so bad, her stomach cramped from the pulsating member jerking in pleasure as her asshole painfully clamped on the hot flesh.
Jessica buried her face in the pillow as she shoved her finger up her dry asshole, twisting it inside her rectum, the burning increasing. Two fingers were still sliding in and out of her pussy, slick from her juices. Michael lorded over her, forcing her into this submissive position, open for his anal fingering. She could hear the sound of flesh slapping in the other room, feeling Michael behind her, forcing his cock into her tender asshole, his stomach banging against her ass cheeks, her tits bouncing as she was fucked in the ass for the first time. “"Take me Master,"” she cried out, “"take me in my ass, Master!""
Henri could see the anguish on Charisse''s face as his cock continued to tear in and out of her stretched asshole, her anus clinging to the huge shaft as it pumped in and out. He pulled her back onto his cock, feeling it punch deep into her guts, her body jerking in pain. He was ready, ready to cum inside her. “"Clench on my cock with your asshole, Jessica. Do it or I will fuck you for an hour,"” he threatened her. He slapped her asshole until he felt it tightening on his cock as it dragged from her tiny opening. “"Yes, Jessica, such a good girl,"” he said, stroking Charisse''s back and ass as he continued to rock his cock in and out of her distended asshole.
Charisse could not believe the ache. Henri was making no effort to minimize the pain, in fact he seemed to try hard to force screams from her lips. He plundered and battered her ass, painfully fucking Jessica and Charisse was suffering for it. She would get back at her, somehow she would, she thought, gritting her teeth as she tightened on the huge, thick cock tearing inside her, hoping to make it cum and end her agony.
Henri plunged deep, burying his cock in her colon, making it jerk inside her, forcing her body to twist in pain. He tore a scream from her lips before he came, dumping loads of hot cum deep inside her.
""Take that, Jessica!"” he yelled, trying to drive his cock in deeper as his balls pumped out his semen inside her.
Jessica heard the final scream just as she came, her asshole clutching on her fingers, her pussy creaming all over the fingers buried inside her pussy. Her body fell to the bed, her hands between her legs as she came over and over, Michael standing over her, watching her cum for his pleasure.
Henri slumped onto Charisse, his cock rapidly shrinking inside her clutching asshole, her sphincter pushing it out. He felt it pop out, her breathing rapid as his heavy frame pinned her to the bed. He stood up, stroking her ass cheeks, watching her asshole as it slowly began to shrink. “"One word of this and you will be whipped. Do you understand?""
""Yes Master,"” she said, pulling on her panties and slipping back into her maid''s outfit. She could feel the cum dripping down her ass, soaking her panties. Luckily she only had ten more minutes and she could leave.
""Leave now, you can go home.""
Charisse quickly ran from the room.
Did you like your ass fucking, Jessica? Henri put his cock back inside his pants. Next time it will be you and you will be begging me to fuck you up your ass.
Jessica came again, two fingers still pushed deep into her asshole, feeling Michael taking possession of her body as her Master. God, it felt so good, her body shuddering in orgasmic bliss, soaking the sheets below her. Jessica fell asleep quickly, her hands still between her legs, her juices drying on them, exhausted from the day''s ordeal, satisfied by her masturbation fantasies.
Chapter Six
Performing for Michael for the First Time
The days passed quickly, taking care of Jerome a full-time position, but she enjoyed it immensely. He was such a happy boy with so much energy, Jessica was barely able to keep up with him. By the time night came, she was almost beat, going to bed early.
Henri was especially attentive to her, almost embarrassingly so. She already felt that Charisse did not like her, not sure why, but thought that maybe it had something to do with the attention Henri paid her. She had not seen much of Michael, barely catching glimpses of him during the day, but that was not the case with Henri. It seemed that he was always around, though that was his job, to take care of the household, Jessica included. They talked about Haiti, Jessica beginning to learn a little bit about the country, hoping to go off that weekend and see more.
Henri admitted that he was a Voodoo priest, explaining very little about it to her, saying, “"I can arrange for you to learn about it first hand if you would like. You can''t really explain it; you must experience it. You''re not afraid of trying new experiences are you, Jessica? You do not seem to be the type who is afraid of anything strange or forbidden.""
Jessica listened and nodded her head in agreement, but still not ready to take up his challenge, especially when he used words like “"forbidden."” She did notice the interest that Henri took in her, especially her body. He would be talking to her, but his eyes would be on her breasts or legs. At first she was a little uncomfortable, but the longer she was there, the more comfortable she became. She was even getting a little outrageous, unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress when she knew he was coming over, or letting her dress slide up her legs, showing a little more naked leg than usual when he would sit with her. She couldn''t wait to get home and tell
her friends that she teased a Voodoo priest and got away with it.
One afternoon, Michael walked into the room where Jessica was on the floor playing with Jerome. They were both hollering and yelling, enthralled in the game they were playing. Jerome jumped up and rushed over to him when he looked up.
""Daddy! Daddy!"” he yelled. He ran over to Michael who pulled him up, hugging him.
""Are you having a good time with Jessica?""
""Oh yes, Daddy. I like her, Daddy. She plays real good,"” he said, smiling from ear to ear.
Michael looked at Jessica, still on the floor on her hands and knees. He smiled at her, pleased that his son was being taken care of so well. “"I can see that."” He put him back on the floor, Jerome running over to begin playing again. “"I"ll stay and watch for a while.""
He sat in the chair, watching as they began to play again. Even though Jessica was wearing a skirt, heels and nylons, she still scampered along the floor on her hands and knees, giggling and chasing Jerome. She did not seem to care that her skirt would ride up giving him a glimpse beneath it. His cock hardened the first time he saw it—a garter belt holding up a pair of stockings. He really wasn"t sure; his eyes followed her around, trying to catch another glimpse. Finally they stopped, falling into a heap on each other, Jerome giggling as Jessica tickled him. Her skirt had ridden up very high. He could almost see her panties.
Jessica looked over at Michael, at his eyes following their play, not sure if he was watching her or Jerome. She continued to play until they stopped chasing each other. She looked at Michael again, his eyes staring directly at her naked legs. Her skirt had ridden up high, her garter belt and her panties clearly visible. She looked at him again, his eyes not even seeing hers, fixed on her legs. She made no attempt to pull her skirt down. Here was a handsome, rich man and he was fixated on her body. She smiled, proud of herself, not at all ashamed to display her body to him. She continued to play.
""Bye, Jerome. See you before dinner."” Michael rose to leave.
""Bye, Daddy. Come on, Jessica, let''s go outside,"” he said, dragging her by the hand for the door.
After dinner, Jessica went to her room. She noticed two large bags on the bed. She opened the first one. In it were at least a dozen pairs of bra and panties, all silk. Also in it were a dozen garter belts of various colors. In the other bag were three pairs of high heels, each with straps to secure them to her ankles. She tried them on. They fit her perfectly. So he was watching her and obviously pleased at what he saw. The straps on the high heels would keep them from falling off when she played on the floor. She knew he would enjoy her wearing them. She smiled. It must have been difficult to get all of them on such short notice.
As she lay in bed, her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers running down between her pussy lips. As usual, she imagined it was Michael, his fingers feeling her wetness, her hips arching up to allow him complete access to her naked sex. She spread her legs wide, almost feeling his hands on the inside of her thighs, urging them apart. She rubbed her clit, two fingers on either side of it, pulling back the hood, the other finger rubbing back and forth over the bud. He was taking her, her fingers soaked from her juices, two fingers now pushing in and out her pussy, her ass rising up and down on the bed. “"Fuck me, Michael!"” she cried out as she came, soaking the bed sheets beneath her.
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The next day she dressed in the new underwear Michael had given her, her body shivering as she slipped into the panties. They were his present to her, the silky material touching her intimate sex. She put on the high heels, the straps pulled tightly around her ankles. It felt strange for a while; it was as if they were bound to her feet. Her pussy got wet at the thought of it.
She and Jerome were playing in the sunroom when Michael came in. Jerome instantly stopped and ran to his father, yelling, “"Daddy, Daddy!""
They hugged and talked, Jessica still sitting on the floor as they did, watching the bond between father and son. One of the maids came into the room. “"Jerome, why don"t you go into the kitchen and have a snack? I think they have some ice cream for you.""
Jerome howled, dragging the maid''s hand, rushing her toward the kitchen, leaving Jessica and Michael alone in the room, the door closing noisily behind them.
""Did you get my presents, Jessica?"” Michael sat in the large leather chair, watching her as she sat on the floor.
""Yes, Sir, thank you very much. I really appreciate it,"” she smiled up at him.
""You surprise me, Jessica.""
""How so, Sir?""
""I noticed you were wearing stockings and a garter belt. Most girls opt for the more convenient pantyhose. I personally hate them. While they do look good outside the skirt, under the skirt they are plain awful. As far as panty lines, I tend to love panty lines, I love to see the outline of what is encompassing the sexy flesh under the skirt.""
She blushed a little. “"I just started wearing them when I came here, Sir,"” she said, admitting to herself that she did it purposely for him.
Michael smiled again. “"I like that in a girl, Jessica. A desire to please others. Do you like to do that, Jessica? Does it make you feel sexy when you perform for others?""
""Perform, Sir?""
""Yes, Jessica, perform. To do what others tell you to do, whether you like it or not, knowing that you are sexually arousing them.""
""I never thought of it that way, Sir.""
""Did you enjoy it when I was watching your skirt slide up your legs yesterday?""
She lowered her eyes to the floor, trying to hide the blush coming over her. He was asking her very intimate questions. Yet again, she found herself answering personal questions when she wasn"t even sure why, never mind why she was responding truthfully. “"Yes, Sir, it made me feel very sexy that a man of your stature was interested in my body.""
""You are a very beautiful girl, Jessica. And from what I can see you have a very lovely body."” He felt his cock cramped in his shorts, not wanting to rearrange it, Jessica"s eyes glued to his.
""Stand up, Jessica."” He paused, to see if she would obey.
She got to her feet, her eyes still glued to his. She stood there, uncomfortable, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides.
""Would you like to show me your garter belt, Jessica?""
She hesitated, her eyes staring directly at his. Should she? If she did, she was not sure she could ever go back. She shuffled her feet, her eyes lowered to the floor again, embarrassed at his request.
Michael did not wait for an answer. “"Slowly lift up your skirt for me, Jessica,"” he ordered her.
Her hands went to the bottom of her short skirt, grabbing it tightly in her hands and began to slowly pull it up her legs.
""Look at me when you do it, Jessica. There is no reason to be embarrassed. I"m sure you have a lovely body.""
She let her head rise, her eyes meeting his, the smile on his face.
She held the skirt higher, seeing Michael grabbing his cock in his pants as he watched her. She knew that she was the cause of it, able to make out the bulge in his pants, able to tell that his cock was big, though not sure how big. She could feel her panties getting wet, hoping that he would not be able to tell from where he was sitting. She looked down, her legs now naked, the skirt riding up above her stockings, the garter belt beginning to show. She stopped, looking up at him again.
""You can do better than that, Jessica. I want to see all of it. Pull it above your waist,"” he ordered her.
Jessica shivered, even though the sun was shining brightly through the windows, the room warm. The door was closed but anyone outside would be able to see her. “"I"m afraid someone will see me through the windows, Sir,"” she said nervously, still holding her skirt up, afraid to let it fall back down again.
He looked at her, holding her skirt up, her legs almost naked, trembling like a schoolgirl. “"Don"t worry about anyone else, Jessica. You are performing for me, not them. Now lift up your skirt high
er.""
He used that word again—perform. Yes, that is what she was doing. She slowly let her skirt rise up higher, his eyes moving from hers down to below her waist as she was slowly revealed to him.
Michael watched her garter belt come into view, framing her panty-covered sex. He could almost make out her pussy lips, the silk panties pulled tightly over her shapely form. He had never seen anything as sexy as this, especially when she was doing it herself. It was not as if she was his wife or girlfriend, or even one of the Haitian servants. She was a very intelligent girl slowly revealing her body to him. And he was sure that she would do even more. He would find out in the days to come. “"Very beautiful, Jessica. A little higher, above your waist. I want to see everything.""
Her arms pulled her skirt up high, until she was standing, half-naked, her legs perched on the high heels that he loved. She suddenly turned her head, seeing a figure out of the corner of her eye. She dropped her skirt, the garment re-covering her nakedness. She had seen the gardener, an older man, cutting a hedge outside the window. He was looking at her, obviously having seen her with her skirt up.
""Did I say you could let it fall, Jessica?"” Michael questioned her in a stern voice.
She looked back at him. “"But, Sir, he saw me.""
""I don"t blame him for looking at you. It"s probably been a long time since he has seen such a beautiful young girl lifting her skirt for him. And I haven"t finished yet. Lift it up again, Jessica, quickly before Jerome comes back.""
She looked at the gardener, his eyes still fixed on her as if he knew what Michael was making her do. She looked back at Michael, searching for an excuse not to do as he asked, but seeing only lust in his eyes. Her hands went down to the edge of her skirt again, letting it slowly rise up until it was above her waist again.