by Ray Gordon
Following her master's instructions, Marianne felt a pang of desire course through her quivering pelvis as she took her position on the lawn. Kneeling behind her, Dave parted her taut bum-cheeks, peering at her small hole nestling above her distended vaginal lips. Her body open, blatantly on display to a stranger, she was overwhelmed by a terrific sense of corruption - evil. She desired anything and everything in the name of cold sex. The more perverted the better, she found herself thinking as Dave toyed with her anal entrance.
'Very nice,' he praised, yanking her buttocks further apart and gently sliding two fingers deep into her tight bottom-sheath. 'There's nothing I like more than fucking a girl's tight bum-hole.'
Resting her head on the grass, projecting her rump up further, Marianne breathed deeply as the lewd sensations emanated from deep within her hot rectum, slowly creeping over her tingling flesh, stiffening her clitoris. Hearing his zip open as Dave slipped his fingers from her tightening hole, she grinned. She knew nothing about the man, she'd never even seen his penis, and yet he was about to drive the organ concerned deep into her most private portal and fuck her there - fill her bowels with his gushing sperm.
The thought exciting her beyond belief as she recalled the money changing hands, she waited for the anal fucking to begin. Taking the money from Barry's hiding place would cause him to suspect her, but he could do nothing, say nothing. The tables will turn yet, she mused as Dave's bulbous knob stabbed at her rear hole.
Pressing his solid knob against her sensitive portal, he managed to drive the head past her defeated muscles and into the fiery heat of her accommodating rectum. 'Ah, God!' he gasped. 'God, you're tight!' He drove his knob further into her hot bottom-sheath, opening her, filling her with his rock-hard organ until he'd impaled her completely.
Manoeuvring her head, Marianne gazed between her firm breasts at her master's huge balls as he gently withdrew his organ and pushed it home again into the forbidden depths of her anal cavern. Swinging, gently slapping her bloated pussy lips with his slow fucking motions, the sight of his heavy balls excited her.
She craved sex now, sex with anyone and everyone - male and female - she reflected. But her bottom-hole was her new-found pleasure centre, bringing her a certain lewdness, a perversity, that she relished. The beautiful experience of a massive penis driving deep within her hot bum-hole delighting her, she imagined Jill positioning her open vagina beneath her face, begging for Marianne to lick her cunt as Dave fucked her from behind. God, there's so much more to experience, she mused, picturing Jill's open cunt, her dripping sex-folds, her erect clitoris throbbing in orgasm.
Imagining Barry slipping his penis into her mouth and demanding her to suck as Dave shafted her bum-hole, Marianne quivered. Three men, three hard cocks, she thought in her ever-rising arousal - her ever-deepening depravity. Three or four men - and two girls! The immoral picture forming in her mind as Dave began thrusting with a vengeance, Marianne closed her eyes, revelling in the obscenity of her forbidden coupling.
Recalling the old Marianne, the Marianne who would never dream of even looking at another man, let alone allowing a stranger to slip his penis into her anal-tube, she wondered, yet again, at her incredible transformation. Perhaps all women harbour a nymphomaniac deep within their subconscious, she thought. All men were perverts - she'd learned that much - she reflected as Dave quickened his rhythm.
'God, this is heaven!' he cried, grabbing her hips and shafting her for all he was worth. Her naked body jolting, her sensitive nipples brushing against the grass, heightening her arousal, she wondered what vulgar act her master would instruct her to commit next.
'Coming!' Dave suddenly gasped as his penis swelled, stretching her tight arse open further. Driving his throbbing knob deep into her rectal sheath, rocking her body, he fucked her as hard as he could, taking her ever-closer to her own climax. His sperm jetting, lubricating the illicit union, Marianne grimaced as her neglected clitoris swelled and throbbed. Reaching between her open thighs, she massaged an exquisite orgasm from her pleasure-bud, gasping as the electrifying sensations shook her naked body.
Her cuntal sheath void, yearning to grip on the candle, Marianne imagined two penises thrusting into her, fucking her, pumping her full of sperm. The picture forming in her mind, sustaining her orgasm, she rubbed her clitoris harder, faster, as Dave thrust his last thrust and stilled his trembling body.
His penis absorbing the inner heat of her bowels, he lay panting over her back as she brought out the last tremors of orgasm from her solid clitoris. Finally slowing her masturbating rhythm, she sensed his penis shrinking within her anal sheath. Two cocks, she thought, picturing the massive members driving into her inflamed holes. Three cocks, she laughed inwardly, her taste buds rousing at the thought of sperm gushing into her mouth, bathing her tongue.
Slipping his spent penis from her quivering body, Dave sat back on his heels, gazing at his slave's inflamed anal ring, the sperm oozing, running down her bottom-crease to her open vaginal entrance. Feeling uncomfortable with her face pressed against the grass, Marianne awaited her next instruction, wondering whether her master was into spanking or not. 'Roll over and lie on your back,' he instructed her as he stood up. Wondering what he was up to as he walked across the lawn to the garage, Marianne lay beneath the hot morning sun, her limbs spread, her hairless pussy lips swelling, her juices flowing.
Returning from the garage clutching several lengths of rope, a mallet and four short pieces of wood, Dave settled on the grass beside Marianne, grinning wickedly. Hammering the lengths of wood into the ground, he spread her limbs further and bound her wrists and ankles to the stakes. Her arms outstretched above her head, her legs wide, her naked body was totally defenceless, vulnerable to his every perverted whim.
Slipping his jeans off, Dave moved between Marianne's thighs, stabbing his once more solid knob between her gaping lips. 'Ah, that's good,' he murmured as his shaft drove deep into her tight, wet vagina. 'You're a bloody good fuck.'
Shafting her body, ramming her cervix with his pistoning glans, he gazed longingly at her firm, rounded breasts, her elongated nipples. 'I've a surprise for you,' he gasped. 'A nice surprise in a minute.' Marianne felt her clitoris as her master leaned over her and sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. Biting her brown milk bud, thrusting into her spasming vagina, she knew he was near to his climax as her clitoris swelled against his massaging shaft. Wondering what he had in store for her as he bit harder her nipple, she gasped as he suddenly withdrew his penis and knelt astride her breasts.
Positioning his girl-wet glistening shaft in her cleavage, he squashed her pert breasts together, crushing his hard penis. Rocking his hips, his wet organ sliding between her mammary spheres, his sperm jetted, spraying her neck, her chin. Lifting her head, Marianne opened her mouth, gasping at the sight of his purple glans throbbing in orgasm. Catching the male come with her tongue, she swallowed, licking her lips, savouring the salty liquid, praying that he'd move and thrust his knob deep into her hungry mouth.
Sensing her yearning, he moved up her body and pushed his jetting glans into her hot mouth. Closing her lips around her prize, Marianne licked and sucked, swallowing the last of his orgasmic spend as her master gasped and shuddered his ecstasy. Running her tongue around his glans, Marianne prayed that he'd suck her clitoris into his mouth and bring her to her desperately needed climax. She craved orgasm now, the relief of sexual satisfaction, and almost begged him to masturbate her to a beautiful climax.
Withdrawing his penis, he sat beside his slave, admiring her breasts, gazing at his sperm glistening in the sunlight as it trickled down her chin, her neck. 'I expect you'd like to come,' he said, slipping his finger into her drenched pussy-hole and dragging her juices up her sex valley. Massaging her clitoris, stiffening her bud, he grinned as she began to gasp. 'You want to come, don't you?' he asked, rubbing her erect nodule faster. 'You want your cunt to spew out your girlie-come and your clitty to pulsate with orgasms, don't you?' His words exciting he
r, taking her even closer to the summit of her sexual pleasure, she quivered, tossing her head from side to side as her tethered body became rigid with sex.
As her orgasms rose from her quivering womb and erupted in her throbbing clitoris, Marianne cried out, wailing as the waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through her tethered body, bathing her mind with lust. On and on the incredible waves crashed through her trembling flesh, bringing her the desperately needed sexual relief she craved.
'Don't stop!' she cried involuntarily. 'Please, don't stop!' Massaging faster, bringing out her pleasure, he grinned, gazing at her flushed face, her gasping mouth.
'Worth every penny!' he laughed as her climax began to decline, leaving her quivering, panting. 'I'll be back for more once a week, I think.'
Her long blonde hair veiling the satisfaction on her pretty face, her nipples erect, aching to be sucked, her areolae a deep brown, Marianne lay staked to the ground in the wake of her beautifully enforced multiple orgasm. But she wanted more - more anal intercourse, more orgasms. She craved to be spanked, to have her taut buttocks whipped, her body abused again and again.
Releasing her naked body - to Marianne's disappointment - Dave ordered her to get up and slip into her dressing gown. Buckling his jeans, he cleared away the evidence of bondage, storing the stakes and rope in the garage for his next visit. Seating her on the patio chair, he slipped into the kitchen, clicking his fingers and ordering her to wake up before dashing through the hall and making his escape through the front door.
Wandering into the house, her neck still wet with her master's sperm, Marianne took a flannel from the bathroom and cleansed herself, saddened that her exquisite sexual ordeal was over so soon. But he'll be back, she thought happily, drying her chin with a towel. He'll be back for more and more. Hmm... under the floorboards, she mused, grinning as she thought of grabbing the fifty pounds she'd earned. With fitted carpets throughout the house, she wondered where to start. I can't rip the carpets up, she thought, wandering downstairs to the kitchen.
The kitchen floor looked promising, she decided, peeling a corner of the cushion flooring away from the wall. Discovering two loose boards, she grabbed a knife and prised them up. Her eyes smiling as she peered down into the hole, she pulled out several magazines and a metal cash box. Placing her find on the table, she sat down, opening the box to take her hard-earned wages.
'Five hundred pounds!' she gasped, counting out the crisp notes. 'That'll do nicely.' Flicking through the magazines, she was disgusted, and simultaneously highly aroused, by the sight of three naked men with their penises firmly implanted in a girl's orifices - her mouth, her vagina, her rectal sheath. Turning the page, she scrutinized the glossy, close-up photograph of a girl squatting over a man with his penis embedded in her vagina. Another man crouching low behind her had driven his solid member deep into her anal sheath, filling the girl's pelvic cavity.
Her womb fluttering at the obscene sight, Marianne prayed that she'd be 'hypnotized' and forced to endure such an incredible experience. 'Five hundred pounds!' she breathed, returning the magazines and replacing the boards. Stuffing the money into her dressing gown pocket, she wondered what Barry would think, what he'd do when he discovered the theft. 'That's his problem,' she laughed, climbing the stairs.
After a shower, Marianne dressed in her tight miniskirt and T-shirt, wondering how to spend the rest of the day as she made a ham salad. Better not go on a shopping spree, she thought, slipping the money into her bag as the phone rang. 'Hallo,' she said, brushing her hair back and pressing the receiver to her ear.
'Marianne, it's me - Jonathan Brooke-Smith.'
'Oh, hi, Jonathan.'
'I was wondering whether you'd given any consideration my proposal?'
'Er... Actually, I've been rather busy - so...'
'Do you have a car?'
'A car? Er... Barry has but I haven't.'
'There you are, then. A Mercedes, how does that sound?'
'It sounds great but...'
'Come over to my offices now and we'll talk about money.'
'Well, I... I really don't know.'
'I'll send a cab to get you - about ten minutes, OK?'
'Yes, all right.'
'See you soon, then.'
'OK.'
Replacing the receiver, Marianne's heart leaped. A Mercedes, she thought, imagining Barry's face when she told him the news. But Brooke-Smith would want more than a personal assistant in return for a car like that, she was well aware. Slipping her panties off, she grabbed her bag and waited outside the house for the cab to arrive. The breeze cooling her naked vaginal lips, she grinned, picturing herself taking dictation with her pussy-crack on display. Brooke-Smith would enjoy fucking her shaved pussy as she lay across his desk! Her juices coursing down her naked thighs, her stomach somersaulted as she pictured herself being screwed to orgasm by her boss.
The cab journey only took ten minutes. Marianne looked at the huge office block. Quite a set-up, she thought as she walked across the car park and entered the building. Asking the receptionist to tell Brooke-Smith that she'd arrived, she couldn't believe that he owned such a business. Plenty of money, she thought happily.
Lifting a phone, the receptionist announced Marianne's arrival. 'Please take a seat,' she said, replacing the phone. 'Mr Brooke-Smith will be down in a minute.' Making herself comfortable in a huge armchair, Marianne thought of Barry, wondering what he'd say if he knew that she was visiting Brooke-Smith - knickerless!
Wearing a pin-striped suit, pale blue shirt and old school tie, Brooke-Smith walked over to Marianne. Grinning, his hand outstretched as she rose to her feet, he eyed her firm breasts ballooning her tight top. 'This way,' he said warmly, taking her hand and leading her through a door. Climbing the stairs, aware of her naked pussy, Marianne followed her potential boss, her potential master, to his office.
'A drink?' he asked, closing the door behind her.
'Thank you,' she replied, looking around the huge room. 'You have a very nice office,' she said admiringly, gazing at the expensive furnishing. 'More like a lounge.'
'Spending most of my life in this room, it's nice to have pleasant surroundings. Sit down,' he invited, waving his hand at a leather Chesterfield. 'There you are,' he smiled. 'Vodka and lime - that is right, isn't it?'
'Yes, you have a good memory.'
'And you have a very beautiful body, if you don't mind me saying so,' he complimented her, his gaze transfixed by her shapely thighs.
If only he knew the word, she thought as she sipped her drink. 'You're very flattering, Jonathan,' she giggled, her blue eyes sparkling.
'No, I mean it. Marianne, Barry came to see me this morning,' he enlightened her as he sat beside her. 'Things aren't good between you two, are they?'
'Er... Well...'
'I probably shouldn't say anything, but I can see that you're not happy.'
'I'm happy enough, I suppose.'
'When I came to dinner, I told you I was married. Actually, I'm divorced.'
'Why are you telling me?' she asked, aware of her clitoris swelling, her vaginal juices flowing as she parted her thighs a little.
'I don't want you thinking that I'm... Anyway, as I said, Barry came to see me. He was talking about you, Marianne. I know that he's always after contracts, but I would never have imagined he'd go so far as to... He offered me an hour with you in exchange for...'
'Yes, I thought he'd do that before long,' she sighed.
'So, you know what he's been doing?'
'Yes, I know exactly what he's been doing.'
'Do you know that he's been using your trigger word?' he asked.
'There is no trigger word,' she confessed. 'The whole thing started as a joke. I led Barry to believe there was a word that would send me into a hypnotic trance every time I heard it. I thought it would be fun. But, it seems, Barry has things other than fun planned for me.'
'So, you've been fooling him all the time?'
'Yes, I have.'
> 'But he told me that you'd been with another man, and with two girls, and that...'
'I can't explain it all, it's far too complicated. The reason I did what I did was because I didn't want Barry to discover that I'd conned him. If he ever finds out that I was fully aware of what I was doing, that I cheated on him...'
'I won't tell him, if that's what you're thinking. Look, Marianne, I don't offer contracts to companies in return for sex. What Barry proposed is... well, it's not the way I do things - it's not the way I work. Not that I'm saying I don't find you sexually attractive, because I do - very much so.'
'Why didn't you use the trigger word and...?'
'As I said, it's not the way I work. I might be a ruthless businessman, but I don't use people, young women.'
'It's nice to know there are some decent men around,' she smiled, somewhat disappointed that he wasn't going to use her for cold sex. 'Why are you so desperate for me to work for you?'
'Because I like you very much, I find you sexually attractive and...'
'But you're contradicting yourself, surely?'
'Why do you say that?'
'Because, on the one hand you're saying that you don't use people, and on the other hand you want me to work for you because you're sexually attracted to me. Don't you want me to work for you because I have the capability, the skills you require?'
'Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean to say that... Look, Marianne, I'll be honest with you. I've known Barry for some time - and Saunders, his boss. Barry is about to get the big E - he's about to lose his job and I...'
'Lose his job? But why?'
'I don't know the ins and outs of it. Anyway, I don't want to see you suffer because Barry's out of work.'
'I'm suffering already, what with the way he's using me.'
'Yes, that's what I mean. Anyway, I don't know why you're so worried about cheating on him - he has one affair after another. He's used you all along, Marianne. I shouldn't be telling you this, but when we met the other evening and I saw your... when I noticed you weren't wearing any knickers. I knew Barry had put you up to it to help him secure the contract.'