Daniel pushed his cock in my mouth, but he didn’t last long at all. The moment it crossed my lips, he started spurting into me, his hot, salty cum filled my mouth and coated my tongue. I tried to pull away as my mouth filled but I felt a sharp slap on my ass and I heard Bill say, “You better fucking swallow it, Michele.”
I gulped it down, tears filling my eyes and spilling down my cheeks as the salty load traveled down my throat. Then, Daniel pulled out and Carman was there. My pussy was still going crazy, in spite of all the pain and humiliation, perhaps in some ways because of it, and I knew I was going to come soon. And that was when I felt Bill’s cock at the little opening of my ass. “Oh, looks like all those times you said no are finally paying off.” I felt his cock push a little harder against my rosebud opening. “Michele, is it okay if I fuck your ass?”
I screamed, “No!” around Carman’s cock, but it didn’t make any discernible noise at all. Instead, the only thing that came out was a muffled gasp. Bill chuckled. “Oh good.” And then, he rammed in hard.
I yelled louder as his shaft buried itself in my resistant opening. The sudden harsh pain that filled my body was overwhelming. My whole body jerked and spasmed, making me shudder hard, but I was held steady by Matt below and Carman in my mouth and Bill had grasped onto my ass cheeks. There was nothing I could do. My back arched and I’m sure if they hadn’t held me, I would’ve twisted completely into a pretzel as pain skyrocketed through me. It was overwhelming. They were the most incredibly painful sensations I’d ever had in my life.
Bill ignored my pain and kept ramming forward until; finally, he managed to get all the way in. I heard him say, “I told you, Michele, I told you it would be fucking incredible. Your ass is the tightest, most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt.”
I felt humiliation fill me as he said it and then, another hard smack hit my ass as he began moving. Every time he pulled out, I felt an intense feeling of relief but then, he would push back in and the pain would ramp back up. It was like that for some time. Relief, pain, relief, pain, relief, pain. Then, in one of the moments of relief, I felt Matt underneath me, pushing upward and I felt a spasm of pleasure in my pussy. Everything went in a cycle of relief and pain to pleasure and pain. Carman was fucking my mouth furiously now, keeping pace with the other two as they thrust into my pussy and my sore ass. Then, I felt him push in deep and he began spurting right into my throat.
It wasn’t like the first time. None of it actually got in my mouth; it was all the way inside my throat. Nobody had to make me swallow because, really, there was nowhere else for his load to go. He held me in place there and now, I had pleasure, pain, and fear as I fought not to choke on his load as it cut off my air completely. I was gagging and sputtering as I fought to swallow fast enough to breathe again before passing out. His balls were mashed against my chin and he didn’t seem to notice my distress. The other two appeared just as oblivious as they both continued to thrust into me over and over and over.
Finally, Carman pulled out and I gasped, pulling in great gulps of air as the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain continued to assault my body. Eventually, as they began to move faster and faster in my pussy and my ass, I found that I couldn’t even distinguish between the two. It was as if pleasure and pain had become one thing in my body, an intense sensation that made my whole body shake and made me cry out each time they moved inside me.
It wasn’t long before the pleasure began taking over and I could feel it ramping up, dominating my body and then, I came. The orgasm was at least as strong a sensation as the first horrible time that Bill had thrust into my ass, maybe even stronger and I was sure that the two men could feel me around them as I came. I felt my pussy squeezing around Matt’s cock in my pussy and my ass was clenching hard around Bill inside my ass.
They both kept moving faster and faster and faster until Matt moaned and said, “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna come!”
I heard Bill say, “Not in her pussy, not in her pussy!”
And then, I was lifted up, Bill still deep in my ass and fucking me furiously, but Carman moved up until his cock was right underneath my face and I felt him pulling my head down and pushing past my lips, spurting his load as he slipped inside, filling my mouth. I wanted to spit this one out, but of course, Bill wouldn’t let me, smacking my ass hard until I swallowed. Only then, did Matt release me.
Now, it was just Bill and me, and he was fucking my ass so hard that it was starting to hurt again. At the same time, my pussy was still sending waves of pleasure through me until, finally, Bill moaned and I felt him push in deep. I thought he was going to come in my ass, but he didn’t. He pulled out, spun me around and forced his cock against my lips. I said, “No, Bill, please! It’s been in my ass!”
But he didn’t listen. He slapped me across the face and when I opened my mouth in shock, he pushed in and I felt his warm, sticky cum splashing over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat. My mouth was suddenly filled again and he held me until I swallowed. What was amazing was that, when I had swallowed it, I felt another spasm through my pussy. Also, when he released me, I continued to shudder as I fell lay on the floor, gasping with the sensations that my orgasm was still sending through me.
As I lay there, moaning and shivering, I realized the men were all incredibly quiet and still. Nobody knew what to say at first. Finally, I was able to stand up and I walked over to Bill and I gave him a big hug and a kiss. He wouldn’t open his mouth, probably because he didn’t want to taste his cum or his friend’s cum, but he did hold me and he smiled and kissed my neck. I looked at him and then, I looked at his friends. “Well, that worked well, didn’t it, boys?”
They looked at me, not understanding my meaning and Bill smiled at them. “Let me show you something, guys.” He let me go and walked over and grabbed his laptop, opening it and bringing it back over to where they stood.
The slide show was brought up and first, it showed me sucking on a large dildo. The next slide was a shot of a large black porn star. Then, there was a close-up of the porn star’s dick. The next few slides showed the gradual transformation that Photoshop had made in order to make it look like I was sucking on the porn star’s big black cock.
When it had finished, the men were in shock, and Daniel still seemed to be in the dark. Then, Carman said, “Why didn’t you just ask?”
I giggled and Bill looked at Carman and asked, “Where would the fun be in that?”
I think it was Matt who first began laughing and by the time it was over, they were all laughing. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I winced as I felt how sore my ass was, but my pussy still felt wonderful as it rippled with pleasant remnants of my orgasm. I cleaned up as well as I could with all the contradictory things that my body was feeling. When I walked back out, dressed and a little more put together, I saw that all the men were also dressed. In fact, they were watching the game again.
They looked up at me sheepishly as I came into the room, except Bill. He smiled at me wickedly. I returned his smile as I walked past and into the kitchen. I grabbed some cheeses and crackers and set them out on a tray and brought them out to the men. Carman reached forward to grab some cheese and then, he looked timidly at me.
I sighed. “Stop looking so shell-shocked, Carman and eat your cheese. You guys better hope the Steelers win, because if they do, I plan to get fucked again before you all leave.”
Carman’s mouth fell open and Bill started laughing so hard, he almost choked on his cheddar.
FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT
Blackmail Sex With Security Guard
by Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
What can I say? Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had a problem with appropriating things that didn’t belong to me. Yes, most people would call it stealing, but I never did it with bad intentions. I just grabbed things before I was really aware of what I was doing. My mom tells me it started with me in my stroller, grabbing a duck toy
off the shelf when we were at Sea World. I was too young to remember, but I believe it must have happened.
So, it wasn’t any surprise to me when I got nabbed for shoplifting in the mall. I was out with my friend Deveraux (yes, her parents were hippie intellectuals), and we were comparing outfits, holding them up and giggling as we remarked on how awful they really looked, and it just happened. The urge to take something flooded my head and I did a casual drop and slip with a blouse. My friend had her back turned, scanning the racks at the time, so she didn’t see a thing. And we went on our merry way.
Now, it’s true that my sticky habit had gotten me into trouble in the past. My mom was very familiar with the calls that started with, “Do you have a daughter by the name of Violet Bower?” She had shown up many times to pick up her wayward daughter from the security rooms of stores or, a few times, at the police station after my booking. She had stood with me in court as I was fined and put on probation and community service. My sentence was never very stiff, mind you, since I rarely took anything of great value. One time it was just a pack of gum. Still, I was no babe in the woods when it came to getting caught for my crimes.
Even my friends had dealt with my habit. I would go to their houses and see something that really caught my attention and then, I would get home and find it in my purse. Again, you understand that it was never anything too huge. I wasn’t walking out of their houses with their entire silver service jingling in my bag. But it did create complications in my relationships and had cost me a few friends over the years. Boyfriends, as well, had been a hard thing to hold on to thanks to my immoral ways. Not many guys want to get a phone call from their gals asking them to come down and bail them out. It put quite a damper on the future.
But, it was just something that I seemed unable to curb. I went to meetings and shared my soul, and cried on the shoulders of strangers and it still didn’t make a dent in my use of the five finger discount. So, it was not new that I should snag something even when out with a friend because I did it before I knew what I was doing.
Well, we continued shopping, oohing and aahing and at various knicks and knacks, when I became aware of someone following us. Now, again, I was very familiar with how security operates in a store because I had had my share of run-ins with them through the years. At twenty-five, I had been caught about two dozen times. So, I didn’t instantly panic when I saw the nice young guy eyeing us as we looked at the make-up counter. I just kept tabs on him until I was pretty certain that he was indeed security or, as they liked to put it, asset protection.
Now, you may ask why I didn’t just pull the shirt out of my bag and drop it back on the counter. Well, like I said, my habit was something that I had little control over and emotionally, I found it almost impossible to let go of something once I had it in my clutches. It was like those hoarders on TV. I knew I shouldn’t have the item, I knew I didn’t need it, but I couldn’t bear to let it go.
And, truthfully, I had discovered over the years that panicking was the worst thing you could do in such circumstances. In fact, many times, I had been sure that I was being followed or held in suspicion and it had turned out that they really were just doing routine rounds and had no idea I was walking out with their merchandise. So, I wasn’t about to declare my guilt and fall to my knees begging for forgiveness if I wasn’t even a suspect yet.
But, I watched him as he followed after us. Really, I thought it was kind of funny, how he trailed after us and thought that we had no clue about his presence. Only one of us was ignorant of his interest in us, but I saw his every clumsy attempt to hide from us by acting like just another customer. Let me tell you, anyone in a store that connected to their cell phone while seeming to be so interested in the perfume counter, especially if it’s a guy, is either shopping for his mother or he’s security.
Well, Deveraux was ready to go and I saw no reason to stay, and so we made our way toward the exit. Now, my heart started beating faster as we headed out because this was the do or die moment. I was either correct in my assumption that the guy didn’t know about my little transgression, or I was wrong and he was going to nab me. Again, I know it seemed ridiculous that I didn’t just whip the shirt out and get rid of it in the many aisles and counters we passed, but it wasn’t something that I would have considered as a viable option. It just wasn’t going to be my out.
I knew that I was in trouble when the guy stuck to us as we walked toward the exit instead of turning to some other person of interest in the store. So, I stopped and pulled my friend into a side aisle and quickly explained that I would need her to go ahead without me. She looked at my anxious eyes that were darting behind me to keep tabs on the guard and guessed that I had done something again. “Violet, how could you? Jesus, whatever you took, just put the damn thing back and let’s get out of here.”
I shrugged as if I was mystified by her suggestion of thievery. “I don’t have anything, Dev. Look, I just want to check some more of the store out, but I know you have a time limit here, so I don’t want to make you feel obligated to stay.”
Her eyes stabbed suspicious daggers at me, but, finally, she agreed to go ahead and gave me a hug, telling me she had better see me home later or she was going to tear me a new one. Ah, friends—loving to a fault. I waved goodbye to her cheerily and the moment she had stepped through the doors and disappeared into the bright halo of the waiting outdoors, I turned around and walked straight over to the security geek because I had thought of a plan that would, hopefully, solve my dilemma.
I had noticed as I studied my shadow that he was actually quite cute. He had auburn hair, which I found intriguing, and bright blue eyes. It wasn’t a good combo for a guy in charge of asset protection, not very incognito. What made it worse was his build, which was tall but muscled; I guessed he had played some high school football. Again, not very discreet, though it made sense that someone who might have to physically restrain people would need to be fairly strong. Either way, he had caught my eye and I thought it might be the key to my getting out of there without handcuffs.
As I approached him, I almost laughed out loud because he turned around so fast and started studying laxative products as if they were the answer to global warming. I smiled and put on my sexpot act, which wasn’t too hard since I was, in my opinion, rather sexy. I was tall myself and looked to be all legs. My body had all the delightful curves that boys liked to hang onto and my breasts and my ass were perfectly balanced counterpoints on my athletic frame. They bounced in all the right ways as I made my way towards my little buddy.
When I had reached his side, I flipped my dark hair back, letting it brush over my ass cheeks as I looked directly at him. “Hey there, see something interesting?”
He turned to look at me and I was caught by his blue eyes. They really were gorgeous. He tried to put on a confused expression, like he had no idea of the dance we were doing. “I’m sorry, what?”
I put my hands on my lovely hips and tsk tsk’d at him. Then, I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Fine, I guess I’ll be going then.” And I began walking away.
He let me go for a while and then, he caught up with me and laid a nervous hand on my arm. “Um, Miss, I need you to come with me.”
I didn’t bother to make a fuss, since I had planned the whole thing, and I followed him to the guard room in the back. When we got in the room, I didn’t even bother to ask why I was there. I knew why. I sat down and crossed my legs, making my skirt ride up my toned thighs and causing his eyes to jump in their sockets.
“Um, ma’am, I believe you have intentionally taken something from the store today with the intent of leaving without paying for the item.”
I rolled my eyes and stood up, crossing to where he still stood by the door. Then, I reached behind him and turned the lock. “You mean, I stole something?”
He looked at me, completely at a loss as to what move he should make next. Luckily, I knew exactly what to do. I kneeled right in front of him and began undoing his pants. Unzippi
ng them, I could feel the bulge in his underwear growing instantly to an impressive size. I put my mouth on him and breathed through the fabric, making his cock jump as I slid his pants down around his ankles. When I reached back up for his underwear, I looked up at him first with my big green eyes and hungrily licked my lips. I felt a small wet spot grow under my hand and I knew that his dick was already getting anxious for some action.
I concentrated down at his crotch again, pulling his underwear down and freeing his cock. Like I thought, his dick was big and had a light upward curve that made my pussy get wet just thinking of how it would feel thrusting into it. I licked my lips once again as I wrapped one hand around his shaft and put another on his balls. Then I opened wide and I plunged down deep, letting his shaft fill my mouth and slide into my throat. It was bigger than any cock I had sucked before and I had to use my hand to help a bit at first before I could make it all the way down.
But as I buried my nose in his pubic hair and gagged as I slurped his thick rod, I felt his hand rest on my head and knew that he had decided to let me pay my penance with my mouth. Smiling around his cock, I began to move my head up and down, taking him in all the way before sliding back up to his engorged
I moved slow and then fast, alternating speed and depth until I felt both of his hands shaking on my head and his fingers twisting in my hair. He was beginning to move with me, thrusting slowly as he shifted his hips around to move his cock as it pressed into my straining throat. I finally put my hands on his thighs and pushed away, leaving a trail of saliva from the tip of his cock to my sputtering lip.
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