by Powerone
“You can only wish. I can imagine what is going through your head, or is it just your cock speaking now?”
“Two heads are better than one,” he kidded her.
“Good bye, Tyler, I’ll let you go so you can masturbate to your fantasies.”
* * *
She did it on purpose, not sure if for Tyler or herself. She wore a short red skirt that clung to her body, a red thong beneath it. Nothing encumbered her breasts beneath the thin sweater, smirking when her nipples hardened instantly when she saw him look at her. She drove while Tyler read the story, but his eyes moved to her often. How could he not help looking at me, my short skirt rode up so high that my panties were almost revealed?
Tyler couldn’t stop his erection, not only was the story “uplifting,” but Faith also looked extremely hot today. Her long, lean legs were uncovered and there was no mistaking her hard nipples naked beneath the sweater. He finally put the article down. “That is the hottest thing I ever read.” His lips were dry from reading it, but his cock was rock hard. That is how he knew it was so good.
“I’m glad you like it.” She looked over at him, nothing more obvious than his cock sticking up. If all her male readers came up with the same reaction, she’d be a best-selling author soon enough.
“You certainly do put yourself into your stories. You can tell by the details. No one could make them up.”
“That is what makes it so enjoyable, at least for me.”
“I loved the barrel.” Tyler took a chance and let his hand slide over her naked leg. She didn’t jump or push it away, although she did look at him.
“It was like nothing I ever felt before. I was naked and bent in two, trapped, not even sure what it would do to me or with me.” She felt his hand grip her leg tighter. She let them part a little wider, a sign of encouragement she knew he’d take. His hand slid onto her inner thigh.
He didn’t say anything, but she didn’t stop him, so he continued to run his hand along the smooth, silky flesh of her inner thigh. He moved higher up and her legs kept spread as if she was obedient.
“The first time the barrel moved and my naked ass began to poke out, I knew I was in trouble, but it was too late by that time. It was as though Michael sensed how vulnerable I was.” She saw Tyler sense the same thing in her. Her legs spread wider as his hand slid up her thigh. She felt her pussy grow damp with desire. She knew that she wouldn’t make it to the house before she would cum. She never let anyone masturbate her while she was driving, but she recently had lots of never’s before.
His fingers slid under the edge of her short skirt, until he found the edge of her panties. His fingers searched until he found her thong, so much the better. There wouldn’t be much to get in the way. He could see the way she relaxed, her legs spread apart limply to leave herself open and vulnerable. “Was he big in your ass?”
She felt his hand grip her crotch, strong fingers dug into the folds of her pussy until one finger squirmed between her lips. The finger began to rock up and down. “I thought he’d kill me with his cock. It was so damn big and hard. The barrel seemed to know what to do to please him, as though he willed it to perform.” She moaned softly as the finger dug deeper into her slit.
“Do you want me to slip your panties off?”
“Not yet.” She wanted to feel his fingers explore her.
He did as she asked; his fingers ran along the edge of her panties until it slid down to her naked ass. Her ass rose up slightly from the seat, his fingers found her crack and the soft thong that ran between it. He pulled it out and pushed it aside. His fingers explored where the thong was to slide along her crack until he felt her ass hole.
“It pushed inside me, the thick head ruthlessly forced my anal ring to part and my ass muscles pulled it into my hot rectum. EEHHH!” Tyler’s finger found the same spot as Michael as she felt her anus penetrated by the demanding finger.
“Then, he let the barrel sodomize me, his cock still as the barrel rocked me back and forth.” She couldn’t contain the cry as Tyler’s finger plunged into her rectum and teased at the reluctant muscles. “The barrel took me hard and he filled me with his massive cock until it was buried deep into my guts.” The finger twisted and turned inside her ass hole. Now, his other hand slipped under her skirt to push her thong aside as a finger slipped into her wet pussy with such ease. She could feel them both move inside her.
Her ass hole and pussy gripped his fingers, but he continued to move them. His thumb moved to the top of her slit to press her clit into her pubic bone and grind it back and forth. In spite of the pressure of his thumb, he could feel the round bud grow harder and bigger. Faith’s hips began to pump onto the two fingers that were deep inside her.
“When the barrel began to move in circles, it felt like his cock stretched me in places that weren’t meant to be stretched.” She felt Tyler’s finger bend in her ass hole and stretch her. It pulled out, but when it returned, there were two thick fingers that stretched her anal ring until it ached. Nothing could stop him; the fingers pushed aside her reluctant muscles to plunge into the depths of her pussy. Faith had a hard time driving; luckily, there wasn’t much traffic on the road, and they still had a way to go before they got to the house. Tyler fingered both of her holes now; he even paid attention to her clit. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer, so she continued to finish the story.
She had such a tight ass hole; his fingers had to shove hard to breach her. He began to slide them in and out to tease at her anal ring and make it stretch wider before he plunged back into the depths of her bowels, his fingers pushed into her pussy at the same time. He could feel his finger in her pussy become soaked with her juices, and he wished she’d pull over so he could finish her off with his mouth.
“It felt like a battering ram was being shoved up my ass each time, but I had no choice, the barrel made me just a hole to pleasure Michael’s massive cock that reamed me out with each thrust. If that wasn’t bad enough, the barrel came alive in a strange way. It began to jerk up and down as it made my ass hole ride around his cock in circles, and all the while, it fucked me up and down his cock. The new dimension made his cock feel as if it would poke out the side of my guts.” She was on the verge of cumming, nothing could stop it any longer.
“Cum for me, Faith. Cum hard!” He thrust his fingers deep into her guts to twist and turn them until he felt her insides clench onto his fingers with such power. He fingered her pussy, but all his attentions were on her clit, his thumb put so much pressure on it, back and forth to drive it into the hardness of her pubic bone, almost afraid he would make the swollen organ pop. Instead, it made her explode. He watched the expression on her face as she came all over his fingers. Faith struggled to keep the car on the road, all while she came explosively. It took her a few minutes before her body released his fingers. He pulled them out to lick the one that was in her pussy and savor all of her juices. “Don’t miss the turn, Faith.”
She took her panties off while she drove, knowing that Tyler was still hard and it would tease him to death while they were here. Her pussy was naked and her juices dried, all the while, his cock was hard and unfulfilled. Last time, she had sucked his cock and she got nothing in return. This time, it was his turn to suffer. He could watch the bondage model and dream of all the things he could do to her.
Epilogue
It had been six months since the article had come out. It was everything that Tyler said it would be and more. It was Playhouse magazine’s highest-selling issue in its twenty years of publication. Not even the photo shoot of Mila Kunis in the same issue could take away the importance of her article. People that never read the magazine before picked it up; the article was the watercooler talk at everyone’s job. Faith was promoted and given the go-ahead to write a book of all her experiences. The magazine would publish excerpts from it, but they expected it to be a number-one best seller the day it came out.
“Hello, Tyler,” she purred into the phone.
“I haven
’t heard from you in a while. I thought you forgot about your number-one agent.”
“No, just busy with the novel and some fieldwork to fill the chapters. I do have a surprise for you. I told you about Michael at Boldage Manor, the grandson.”
“Yes, you did. How is he doing since the article came out?
“Boldage Manor is just as infamous as I am famous. He spent a lot of money, but he fixed it up to bring it back to the grand time of his grandfather. It seemed to have quite a following among young, eager women. Michael took up where his grandfather left off. I am told that his parties on the weekend are something that you don’t want to miss. There is even a legend forming about Michael the grandson, his sexual prowess and the young ladies that succumb to his sexual exploits. My article seemed to make bondage a popular pastime with the willing or unwilling females that frequent his parties.”
“That’s good for Michael.”
“I thought you might like to attend one of his weekend parties. I have arranged for you to be his guest this weekend. I told him that you are a personal friend of mine and he should do everything to make your weekend as enjoyable and enlightening as possible. He assured me that you wouldn’t be spared any of the depravities that made him infamous.”
“I’m already hard at the thought of it. Will I see you there?” He hoped she would say yes.
“No, unfortunately, I cannot make it, but I am sure that Michael will find someone to satisfy all of your depraved and perverted lusts. I have heard that he has expanded the amount of bondage furniture that he has. I am sure that he can find an unwitting, helpless female for you to sexually abuse. Bound, she’d have no choice except to service you in all the ways you have imagined but she never did. Just make believe it’s me.” She knew he’d have no trouble forgetting her once a beautiful, young girl was stripped naked and bound for his pleasure.
“Yes, but I will always have a soft spot in my heart and a hard spot in my pants for you, Faith. I’ll try to bear the situation and do the best that I can. And thank you for thinking of me.”
* * *
Tyler hit it off with Michael the moment they met. Why wouldn’t he? They both enjoyed the pleasure a woman could give them, especially when they had no choice. There was no wining and dining to get them into bed, all that was needed was strong rope or chains and some very sturdy furniture.
The house was crowded, more females than males. The women were a mixed bunch. There were some that looked like they already had a hard life, but others were beautiful, young girls or average-looking women that had a sparkle in their eyes as to what they’d submit to. It was a strange excitement for them to give up their free will and lose the ability to say no to anything that a strange man would do to them or make them do.
“I have a lovely girl for you this weekend, Tyler. Faith told me a little about you, but tell me your deepest, darkest desires, and I’ll strive to have her fulfill them.”
“I would love to physically abuse her. Whip her wherever I want, clamp her body until she screams silently, force her to cum while submitting her body to unspeakable hell.”
“So you would like to turn her into a pain slut?”
“That sounds about right,” Tyler’s cock throbbed. “I don’t want her gagged, but she must remain silent. I don’t want to lose the ability to take her in her mouth anytime I desire.”
“Give me half an hour to get the room ready. I have some new furniture that’ll be up your alley. It’s never been used, but by the time you’re finished with her, I am sure it’ll be stained with her juices. Have a drink while you wait, admire the willing women. Don’t be afraid to touch; they expect it.”
Tyler got a drink and walked over to where two beautiful girls were talking. They eyed him as he drew near. He didn’t say anything but put his drink down so he’d have two hands free. “I’m Tyler, a friend of Michael’s.” He eyed the girl with the dark hair. “You have a lovely ass. Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” He was surprised, but she put her drink down, turned until her back was to him. She put her hands on the wall, but it wasn’t enough for him. “Higher up the wall and push your ass back.” His hands caressed her back until he found her buttocks clenched tight. “Spread your legs and relax your muscles.” She spread her legs wide as if she was forced to do so.
She shuddered as she did what he said. Bonnie had told her about this place, not sure she could do what was required, but this man demanded her to obey, and she felt the tremors in her body as she obeyed without question. His hands slid over her butt without question, her thighs trembled to close but fought the urge. His hands swept up under her short dress, found her thighs, and squeezed them before a hand gripped her sex as if it was a giant ball; thick fingers dug into her slit until she was thrust up on her toes. Her hips moved uncontrollably as she humped on the stranger’s hands and fingers.
“I can feel how damp you are.” His hand pushed her dress up her back until her panty-covered ass was exposed. She had a lovely set of cheeks. With the spread of her legs, her crack was revealed. He saw her turn to look at him, her eyes pleaded with him, but he pushed her panties down until her ass was revealed.
She couldn’t believe that her ass was naked; her girlfriend stood idly by while the stranger fondled her like a sex toy. Yes, there was no mistaking that her pussy was soaked with desire. She never believed that being forced to perform and show her naked body could be such a turn on. The hand ran over her buttocks until a finger found her crack. She tried to clench her cheeks in defense but only succeeded in trapping the finger between them. She could feel the blood pound in the tip of his finger and took a deep breath until she could finally force her buttocks to relax.
“Relax, there is nothing you can do to stop me,” Tyler teased her. He felt her cheeks relax, his finger slid along the damp crack until he found her anus. The minute the tip of his finger touched the tiny, tight hole, he could feel the spasms as she realized where his finger was.
“AAAAAHHH!” She was forced up on her toes by the finger. She felt the pressure on her anal ring, the tiny muscle opened by brute force. It moved inside her, the tip of his finger slid harshly into her rectum, her muscles revolted against the intrusion by trying to force it out. It continued to slide deeper and forced her up higher and higher until she was on the tips of her toes, unable to go any further to escape. She couldn’t believe it, but the squirming finger in her bowels was no apparition. She had a strange man with his finger up her virgin ass hole.
“Tighten your muscles on my finger. Show me how good it would feel if I sodomized you.” He half expected her to balk at his command, but the next thing he felt on his finger was the contractions of her muscles on his finger. He felt the blood pushed from the tip by the powerful clenches. He didn’t have to tell her again, they released the tight grip, and then, it was back, her muscles contracted even harder. He finally was able to pull his finger from her ass but slapped her buttocks. “Good girl, I’ll have to come back and see you.” He left her and saw the disappointment on her face as Michael led him off in the house.
“In there, she’s all yours. She’s not gagged, but she’ll not say a word, no matter what you do. Grunts, screams and cries are allowed though; I wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the pleasure of a helpless girl’s cries.” He opened the door for Tyler.
There she was, naked, her wrists in leather cuffs as she hung from a chain that swung down from the ceiling. Her naked body was drawn up taut. Her face was covered with a rubber mask that left her eyes, nose and mouth open, but it covered everything else all the way to her neck like a second skin. He gazed down her glistening skin, a light covering of sweat making it sparkle in the light. She must have been hanging like this for a while. He took in her full, ripe breasts with nipples that begged to be teased, clamped, and devoured. Her waist was slim, with full hips. Her legs were coyly together, but the tiny bush only enhanced the full lips of her pussy and the tight slit. He walked behind her to admire her twin cheeks that begged to be
spanked, whipped, and parted.
She saw him when he walked in and looked her over like a piece of meat bound and hung for his pleasure. Her pussy grew wet at the thought. He didn’t recognize her, Faith was glad; it’d be so much better, afraid that he might not try all of his depraved fantasies on her if he knew. With a complete stranger, there would be no regret of having someone know your perverted desires. She felt his hands on her hips, behind her that pulled her hips back until he made her cheeks dance against the bulge in his pants. She was on her toes already, the arch of her back only made it worse.
Tyler’s cock was ready to bust free on its own if he didn’t do something to relieve the pressure in his pants. He reluctantly pulled away from her ass to move in front of her as he slowly undressed. When he was naked, he stroked his cock in front of her to see her eyes stare down, as his cock grew harder and thicker. She’d soon feel it in every opening of her body. He looked around until he found what he was looking for, a new piece of furniture that Michael had told him about. It didn’t take much to see the black shroud that covered it in the corner. He pulled it off, glad that she couldn’t see it. Let her feel and see it at the same time, the surprise made it so much better.
He pushed it behind her as he saw her try to turn her head as it slid noisily across the floor. He stopped when the end was nudged up between her legs. “You’re going to have to spread your legs if this is going to fit,” he whispered into her ear. “Then, I’ll secure them.”
She felt something hard nuzzle up against her ass, afraid of what it might be, but she grew excited at what it might be at the same time. She could feel Tyler’s cock bounce up against her hip as he whispered into her ear. He lowered the chain a little until she could put her feet on the ground. She began to spread her legs, wider and wider as the hard device behind her began to slip through her thighs. It was wooden but smooth. She looked down just as it began to push out, and it looked like some type of sawhorse, but the top wasn’t smooth. It had a sharp ridge that pushed up. She had to stand on her toes again, harder with her legs spread, but the ridge already pushed apart her pussy lips. She could feel the smooth wood, but she was afraid that it might have splinters and her inner lips weren’t the place to get a splinter of wood stuck into. When Tyler finally stopped it, it stuck out a foot in front of her, her thighs already tired from being on her toes.