by Lacey Kane
She whimpered but didn’t come close to denying him. Those baby blues darkened to near midnight. Yeah, she was ready.
Jayson flipped the cap on the nipple gel and squeezed some out onto his finger. He smeared it all over her right tit, covering all of the areola, too. He kept rubbing her, teasing her, pinching her. It was clear the moment when the tingling took effect. Chelsea gasped and moaned, leaning toward him at the same time as she tried to twist away.
“That’s good, then?” he asked.
“Christ on a cracker.”
He chuckled and squeezed some more out to repeat the process on her other tit. By the time he was done, she was whimpering and curling her toes, straining into his touch even as tears pricked at her eyes.
Jayson started to put it away, but then another idea struck him. He shoved the tube into his pocket so he’d have it in a bit and pulled out the key to his padlocks. In just a minute, he had the locks undone and stashed in his pocket. He pulled the harness free and disconnected it from her two vibes, then moved her to sit on the chair he’d watched from earlier, draping her legs over the two armrests so her cunt was gaping wide for his viewing pleasure.
“Turn both vibes up all the way, then fuck your pussy with that one while I get undressed.”
Her mouth fell open and her eyes flashed, but a moment later she followed through with his request. She was such a little fuck slut. Damn, Russ had chosen well. She whimpered with each thrust of the vibe in her pussy, and those feet went to twitching and shaking again.
Jayson stripped quickly, ripped open the condom and put it on, then pulled out the tube of nipple gel again. Before she could get herself off, he pulled her to her feet and took the vibrator from her hand. “Brace yourself against the arm of the chair and bend over with your legs wide,” he ordered her.
Chelsea turned around and did what he asked, giving him an incredible view of her dripping, gaping gash and her asshole stuffed with a plug. Still, her legs weren’t wide enough for his preferences, so he kicked at each of her ankles, forcing her feet another foot or so apart.
He passed the vibe back to her. “You’re going to have to hold yourself up with one hand. I want you to fuck your mouth with this while I fuck you—suck it like you sucked me off earlier.”
Desperate to have her lights screwed out as she was, the girl took it and stuck it in her mouth. Insane. He’d never gotten any chick to do that before, to suck on a dildo that was covered in her juices. Granted, he’d never asked. But still.
For a moment, he watched her shoving the dildo in and out of her mouth, struggling to keep her jaw wide enough to handle it. “Down your throat, Chelsea. Just like you did to me.” She pressed it farther and gagged, but kept it in. He pulled back her hair and nibbled along the side of her neck, showing her where he wanted it to be.
When she finally had the thing almost all the way inside, as evidenced by the bulge in her throat, he put some of the nipple gel on his finger again and reached around her. “Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, just before he spread her pussy lips, lifted her hood, and smeared the stuff on her clit.
She screamed, but it was muffled on the vibe in her throat, and her feet twitched so bad it went straight up her legs. Jayson grabbed her hips and drove himself fully inside in a single stab.
Even after having her cunt stimulated and stretched all day long with the vibrators, she was still insanely tight. The vibe in her ass was dancing and pressing against him through the thin wall of her body. Being inside her like that felt so good, he never wanted it to end. She stretched up on her tiptoes from the force of his invasion and he held her there, jiggling her ass around over his cock.
Then he lowered her back to standing on the ground and pulled out. “Fuck your throat with that vibrator in time with me in your pussy.”
He didn’t wait for her to respond. He just slammed back home. After a couple of thrusts, she picked up his tempo, shoving the dildo down her throat and making gurgling, moaning sounds as she did. Each time his pelvis crashed into her ass, it drove the butt plug up into her further, too.
She came again, the walls of her pussy sending spasms over his cock in waves as she screamed over the dildo in her mouth.
Jayson kept fucking her, pulling her hips back onto him as he drove forward for several minutes. When he was getting close to blowing his load, he dropped his grip on her hips and instead used his hands to pinch her overly sensitive nipples again. His balls tightened and his cock grew, and Chelsea let out ragged moan after ragged moan.
Then he dropped his grip on her tits. With one hand, he pulled her head back so the vibrator could go as far down her throat as possible. She gurgled. He used his other hand to rub her clit like he was trying to start a fire. Simultaneously, he thrust one final time into her cunt.
Instead of just her feet and legs twitching, her entire body twitched with the force of her orgasm as his balls emptied into the condom.
Damn, that was the best sex he’d had in his life. He was definitely going to have to change her mind about quitting her new job. No way could he let her go.
She collapsed back against him, out cold. He pulled the dildo out of her mouth before she turned colors from lack of air. Jayson pulled his cock free and laid her down on the chair. Then he put the vibe back in place, lowered the settings to an annoying buzz on both of her internal toys, and resituated her harness.
By the time she came to a few minutes later, he had her dressed in that same inconveniently covered-up outfit from earlier with the new corset and garters beneath.
“Ready to do some more shopping?” he asked.
The next morning, getting out of bed was a chore. Chelsea had lost count of yesterday’s orgasms somewhere in the vicinity of twenty or so. There was no telling how many times he’d made her come—at the office, in his car, while they were shopping. Her entire body ached, but especially her pussy, her butt, and her tits. It wasn’t exactly a bad ache. More a way-too-well-used-after-being-way-too-neglected ache.
And knowing there was more of the same in store today—the whole week, actually—was enough to have her already wet in anticipation when she woke, at the same time as she considered just staying home.
That one wouldn’t happen, though. As sick and twisted as Jayson was, Chelsea had never experienced anything like sex with him. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to get more of it. At least for these next ninety days. Well, eighty-nine, now…
The shower seemed to loosen her muscles up some. When she finished with that, she put on her new “uniform” for the day, if you could even call it that—a navy blue crotch-less lace teddy. See-through lace, no less. And it already was rubbing uncomfortably over her tits, making them stand up as straight and proud as they ever had.
She slipped into a pair of strappy stiletto heels that he’d insisted on and then put a trench coat over it all, even though it was June in Texas, the temps were due to hit triple digits that day, and her car’s AC didn’t work. Jayson had been adamant that she wasn’t to wear anything else, and that she was to remove the coat as soon as she stepped inside his house.
On her way out the door, she just grabbed a cereal bar from the pantry since she was already running late, but then she thought better of it. If yesterday was any indication, she’d need as much energy as she could get. Heading back inside, Chelsea picked up another cereal bar, a bottle of juice from the fridge, and a banana. She picked up a string cheese, too, before closing the fridge, and then she rushed out the door.
Traffic was a nightmare on the Dallas North Tollway, as usual at this time of day. Why the heck did he have to live in Frisco? And why did they have to meet at his house instead of at the office? Not that she particularly wanted to do whatever he intended to do with a bunch of others looking on at the office, but that wasn’t the point. She’d specifically looked for a job near her apartment so she wouldn’t have to deal with this crap and the problems her car would undoubtedly face because of it.
Her little Mazda 3 putt
ered and shook like the engine was going to die every time she got caught in a backup and had to slow to a near-stop. “Come on, girl. Hold it together,” she muttered when it did it a fourth time in less than ten minutes. Finally, the traffic ahead started moving again, and she hit the gas. It smoothed out, and the 121 exit was just ahead.
Chelsea hit her blinker, pulled over to the exit ramp, and finally was almost to his house. She moved easily onto Highway 121 and took the Preston exit. But then a traffic light up ahead turned red. “Damn it.” She pressed on the brake and went through the shimmy-shake routine again, praying that the light would change before she got to it and had to fully stop.
It didn’t.
When she came to a full stop, the engine sputtered again and then died.
Chelsea put it in park, turned on her hazards, and let her forehead drop to the steering wheel. How could this day get any worse? And damn, it had just barely gotten started. Without lifting her head, she dug around in her purse for her cell phone and dialed Jayson’s number.
It only rang once. “Where the fuck are you? You’re late.”
“I’m about three blocks away, I think. My car died.”
A cowboy in a Hummer pulled up beside her and rolled down his window. “You okay?” he yelled across at her over his loud engine and the nearby highway traffic. “Need me to call someone to help you?”
“Who is that?” Jayson asked in her ear.
How the hell was she supposed to know that? “Just some guy.”
“You’re going to melt in that coat in this heat, sugar,” the Hummer guy called out, waggling his eyebrows at her from beneath his cowboy hat. “You must not be from around here.”
“Will he give you a ride?” Jayson pressed.
Chelsea frowned. “Hold on.” Then she turned to the Hummer guy. “Can you give me a ride? I’m only about three blocks from where I’m headed.”
He grinned back at her with an unmistakable leer. “Sure, doll. Anything you need.”
Jayson apparently heard every bit of that. “Go with him and take off your coat as soon as you get in his truck. When you get to my place, have him pull into the garage and see if he wants a quick fuck as thanks. There are condoms in your coat pocket. I’ll send a tow truck to get your car and have them take it to my mechanic. Once you’re here and he’s finished fucking you, I’ll come out to get you.”
“Do what?” Chelsea squeaked. He was an even sicker bastard than she’d thought. She couldn’t just have sex with any old random stranger, condom or no.
“You heard me.” Then the phone clicked off.
“You coming or not, sugar? The light’s about to change.”
Taking a deep breath, she gathered up her purse and phone. “I’m coming.” Possibly in more ways than one, before too much longer. She opened the passenger door and climbed in. The trench coat spread apart almost up to her crotch as she slid into place on the seat, and his eyes followed every bit of her bare legs. Chelsea steeled herself for courage. “Mind if I take this off?” Before he could answer, she quickly undid the buttons and pulled it off her shoulders.
The cowboy’s gaze turned dark and hungry as he looked over her body, taking in her taut nipples pressing against the sheer lace. “You can do anything you want, baby doll. Where we headed?” He reached a hand over and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her over to the center seat so she was pressed right up next to him.
She told him the address and he took off when the light changed, moving that hand down to separate her thighs. He trailed a finger over the outside of her pussy lips. She was already wet and ready, and she shuddered at the way-too-intimate-for-a-stranger contact against her swollen vulva.
“Damn, sugar.” Two big fingers plunged inside her, deep and insistent, finger fucking her the rest of the way to Jayson’s house. He used his palm to press against her aching clit, rubbing up and down and creating a painfully delicious friction.
She needed something to do with her hands or else she’d be touching her tits, so she reached over to the bulge in his jeans and rubbed his hard girth through them. He wasn’t as big as Jayson, and she couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
By the time they pulled into the garage, she was already about to come, with her right foot twitching against the console.
The garage door closed behind them and Chelsea reached for her trench coat, digging frantically through the pockets for a condom. “I need to pay you,” she mumbled. Her need to have a hard cock inside her was making any attempt at clear thought next to impossible, particularly when he’d added another finger after he’d put the Hummer in park.
He tried to pull her back next to him. “I don’t need no money, baby doll, but I sure wouldn’t say no to a blow job.”
Her hands fell on all sorts of things that felt kinky, but weren’t condoms. Finally, she found a condom and pulled it out. “Fuck me. Please, God, I need you to fuck me,” she said, handing it to him while she worked at his belt buckle.
The cowboy chuckled. “Now that’s my kind of payment.” He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and undid his jeans zipper. Once his cock came up through his boxers and the open zipper, he put the condom on and grabbed for her.
Chelsea straddled him and lowered onto his dick. It was decidedly smaller than Jayson’s, both in length and in girth, but still as big as any other she’d had inside her before yesterday, at least. One stroke was all it took for her orgasm to hit, and she called out as she rode him.
“So damn tight,” he ground out. He thrust his hips up, hard and fast, slapping his sac against her ass. His hands were all over her breasts, pinching and tweaking and squeezing. She arched her back, driving them further into his grip. The force of his thrusts increased until her back was slamming against the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare in time with their fucking.
When his cock swelled inside her and his balls tightened like they were about to spew, he let go of her hips and then started slapping her tits. His slaps were sharp and stung at first. Tears sprang to Chelsea’s eyes and she called out in pain, but he only fucked her more insistently then, as though causing her pain gave him pleasure.
After a few more smacks, he bit down on one of her tits through the lace of her teddy and she moaned. Then he was slapping her ass and her thighs and rolling her nipples between his teeth all at the same damn time. It hurt like hell, but it also sent a flood of wetness down to her pussy and a zing of intense heat straight to her clit. The more pain he caused, the more she wanted him to keep doing it, for some sick, twisted reason.
Good God. Twenty-four hours into this so-called “job,” and already she was a kinky, sex-crazed slut.
“Touch your clit,” he commanded between bites.
Reaching down between their bodies, she found her clitoris and rubbed it frenetically. A few more spanks and bites and thrusts, and she was screaming over him again with fireworks going off behind her eyes as he shot his load deep inside her. For several minutes, she stayed like that, spread out over him as he ran soothing hands over her tender, aching flesh.
But then the passenger side door of the Hummer opened and Jayson stood there, his eyes crazy with lust. “Thanks for getting her here safely, man. I’ll take over from here.” Jayson picked up her purse and trench coat, then held out a hand for her.
The cowboy winked at her. Chelsea awkwardly climbed off the semi-hard cock still buried deep in her pussy and moved across the seat. Jayson lifted her out and set her on her unsteady legs, then shut the door. While she regained her bearings, the garage door opened and the cowboy drove off.
Jayson lifted her head and kissed her, his tongue moving possessively inside her mouth. It shocked her. He hadn’t ever kissed her before. It had just been strictly sex yesterday—all forced blowjobs and shoving crazy things up her holes and screwing her until she couldn’t walk—no tenderness or anything. He pulled her tight against him and his hard cock pressed into her belly as his hands roved all over her—her hair, her ass,
her breasts, her back, her thighs.
After a minute, he pulled back, still kneading her butt cheeks. “Good girl. You did exactly what I wanted you to do.” Then with a hand clamped down on her ass again, he directed her through a door and into his house. He led her through a series of hallways and down a few steps to another closed door.
When he opened it, Chelsea sucked in a breath. It was a home movie theater with a live view of the inside of the garage airing on the big screen—in HD, no less. A table stood next to a Lazy Boy in the middle of the room, with an array of sex toys spread out on it, plus a huge stack of DVDs off to the side.
Chelsea stopped short at the sight before her. Jayson pushed her on ahead when she tried to back up against him. She was no match for his strength. When he got her to the middle of the room, he held her still as she cautiously scanned the toys on his table.
“You liked him spanking you, didn’t you?” he murmured in her ear. “Slapping your tits and whatnot? It got you off.”
“I—you—you watched that?”
He moved a hand down between her legs and stroked along her very wet, very swollen slit until she squirmed. “Every. Last. Fucking. Second.” Jayson placed a bite along her neck to punctuate each word. “I saw how hard you came when he was rough with you. I think we’ll do more of the same today.”
Her eyes were about as big around as her tits, but filled with mad need. Maybe, if things went well, he could even break out his spanking horse and use it with her before the day was through.
One thing at a time, though.
The first item on the agenda for today was getting another plug in her ass. Jayson put his hand at the back of her neck and pushed, bending her over the arm of his Lazy Boy until her ass was sticking up in the air for him. She tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, and wouldn’t stop squirming, so he decided to make things a little easier on them both.
Before doing anything else, he pulled both her arms behind her back and held them still in one hand. Then he picked up a blindfold from his toy table and slipped it over her head.