My Sweet Degradation

by J Phillips

  ‘Very well, then we have a deal,’ he replied with a satisfied smile, even going as far as to offer a tiny bow of his head. ‘So, come here.’

  Slowly, and without shame, he unwrapped the towel from his waist, allowing it to fall to the floor before stepping forward towards her.

  Emma couldn’t stop herself from eying his thick cock as it hung loose and heavy between his thighs. It really did look rather large, and she felt her heart race in anticipation of what she was about to do.

  Reaching out he took her hands in his, before seating himself on one corner of the foot of the bed. ‘Kneel down,’ he instructed, and Emma did just as she was told. ‘See, you can be a good girl when you want to be. Now, take it in your mouth.’

  Emma knelt completely still between his sturdy, parted thighs, staring wide-eyed at his flaccid penis as shame and embarrassment gripped her.

  Taking control the man guided one of her hands, turning it palm upward and allowing the full weight of his cock to rest on her wrist and forearm. It felt so hot and so heavy and Emma gasped as she felt his balls tighten against her touch. Slowly and tentatively she leaned down, closer, and parted her lips.

  She wrapped her free hand around the base of his still flaccid prick and shut her eyes tightly, her heart set to burst as she lowered herself further and further before finally daring to close her lips about halfway down his shaft. Really she ought to have recoiled in horror as the stranger’s cock rested within her mouth, but for some reason she found herself accepting it quite comfortably, almost enjoying its clean, salty taste and the sensation of its tiny heartbeat pulsating ever so lightly against her tongue.

  And then she began to suck.

  ‘Oh yes, that’s a good girl, Emma. Your mouth feels good. Very good. Now, make sure you get me nice and hard.’

  As his cock began to stiffen inside her mouth Emma felt her humiliation growing with it. Of course it was utterly outrageous that she should find herself performing oral sex on a complete stranger, but really, she had no other option.

  Gripping her fist a little tighter around his steadily swelling prick, she tentatively extended two fingers from the hand that still cupped his balls to gently stroke the soft skin beyond. She drew her head upward, sucking tightly and feeling his thick ridge brush across her lips as she left him completely and a sticky thread of pre-cum dribbled against her chin.

  Again she sank down, and again she pleasured him with the warm moist vacuum of her mouth while his cock continued to grow stiffer and fatter and taller. Emma felt it in her grip too, and she was forced to open her palm a little so as to accommodate him further.

  ‘Mmm, I can tell you’ve done this many times before, my dear girl,’ the man taunted. ‘I’m starting to wonder if you weren’t secretly hoping I would wake up and force you to suck my prick all along.’

  Emma had never felt such shame, because in a way he was right; she had been fantasizing about that very thought, but it had been only that, a fantasy, and she certainly hadn’t expected it to become reality. So with a fairly flimsy feeling of justification she told herself that she was being coerced into sucking his cock, that she was only doing it out of sufferance so that she might hang on to her job. But her body betrayed her true feelings, and her clit swelled hot and tight as she sank her lips around his long shaft all over again, taking him even deeper within her mouth.

  ‘Emma,’ he whispered after a short while, sliding a thumb across the soft flesh of her neck in order to gain her attention. She looked up, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked against him. ‘I want to watch you lick it just like you would a lollypop.’

  Emma obeyed him completely, and quickly lifting herself away a little she began to take long, lazy laps up the entire length of his cock, fixing him with her stare as she did so. It really was as handsome a prick as she had ever encountered. It was long and rather thick, but thankfully it hadn’t grown to the monstrous length she’d feared when she viewed it in a more relaxed state.

  She began to work her fist up and down its girth too, drawing the foreskin up and down as she planted moist kisses upon the exposed, scarlet crown.

  ‘Mmm, Emma, you’re very good at this,’ he purred. ‘Now, be a good girl and make me cum.’

  Emma sank her mouth down around him with a renewed enthusiasm, slurping away at his saliva-slick cock while her hand pumped quickly up and down. She felt his fingers grab at the opening of her blouse and she almost lost her balance as he pulled her still further onto him, his knuckles pressing into the upper swell of her breasts. Then suddenly the man wrenched his arms apart to rip Emma’s blouse wide open, each tiny button bursting its thread to bounce away across the plush, carpeted floor. She cried out with alarm, but quickly accepted the joy in being treated so badly before proceeding to suck him all the more hungrily.

  Emma felt his fingers slip beneath the shoulder straps of her bra, and as he began to slide them away she made no effort to stop him. The soft lace cups were quickly pulled down and the cool air-conditioning taunted her naked breasts.

  Looking up she watched as he used his tongue to quickly wet the thumb and first two fingers of each hand, before he lowered them to her dimpled areola. She gasped as he began to circle, coating her nipples with saliva and teasing them into two stiff, sensitised peaks. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her work, but it was impossible not to be aware of her poorly neglected pussy and how it ached for attention.

  ‘Jeez...’ he gasped, ‘that’s too fucking good,’ and once again he wound his fingers into her hair. It was clear that he was close and Emma felt him press her head down into his groin as he began to push up with his hips. The way that he tugged her hair was a little uncomfortable at first, and there were moments when she feared she might choke, such was the intensity of his thrusts, but at the same time it somehow added to the outrageous thrill in being used for the selfish pleasure of another.

  Emma listened, drawing anxious breaths through her nostrils, as he began to moan and gasp with increased intensity.

  Then suddenly he relaxed his grip and she was able to lift her head away until her lips encircled only the thick ridge at the head of his shaft. She worked him quickly with her hand, knowing he was about to cum and her pussy throbbed at the mere thought of it.

  You see, secretly Emma loved to suck cock, she’d always felt rather guilty about it, but it was the truth nevertheless. It made her feel powerful yet wonderfully dirty at the same time, and in that instant she wanted nothing more than for the handsome stranger before her to ejaculate down her throat. But clearly he had plans of his own as quickly, and rather unexpectedly, he lifted her head away completely. He made a grab for his prick, closing his fist around Emma’s and growling through gritted teeth, he forced her to pump him harder still.

  And then all of a sudden he held himself utterly rigid, his breath catching at the back of his throat, and Emma stared up at him with wide eyes. She felt his cock twitch and spasm violently beneath her grip a split second before his body released and with a desperate cry, he proceeded to shoot hot, sticky cum all over her chin, her lips and her breasts. He continued pumping with his hand and Emma shut her eyes tight in a vain attempt to hide from of her humiliation, as he effectively masturbated over her.

  A few tense moments passed in silence until she dared open her eyes and look up at him again. She watched his chest swell as he drank down deep draughts of air, until finally he opened his eyes as well, to smile back down at her.

  ‘Mmm, Emma, that was amazing,’ he exclaimed with a self-satisfied drawl, wiping her semen-streaked chin with the tip of a finger before slipping it between her lips. ‘You’ve paid me back just perfectly, so you can clean yourself up and be on your way now. And you have my word that I’ll say nothing but good things about you to your supervisor.’

  Emma suddenly felt an overwhelming flood of disappointment now it was all over. She bowed her head, ashamed of her secre
t desires, and made a grab for her clothes. Then struggling awkwardly to her feet she shuffled away to the bathroom.

  Quickly slipping into the shower she soaped her sticky body clean. The hot jets felt good against her skin and she found herself relaxing a little, but she could not ignore the intense frustration that pulsated between her thighs. She even considered finding release there and then with her fingers, but that would have somehow felt wrong, as all she really wanted was him.

  She dried herself off and slipped back into her skirt, pulling on her blouse and holding it together with folded arms, due to it no longer having any buttons. Then going back into the room she found him standing with his back to her. He was wearing a white towelling bathrobe, and was gazing out of the window at the impressive city skyline. Then slowly he turned to acknowledge her presence.

  Each of them stared at the other. He smiled, but no longer with devious intent, and Emma just looked away, blushing.

  ‘Will you be checking out today, sir?’ she managed, as she fumbled with her blouse and a couple of safety pins extracted from the complementary sewing kit.

  ‘Um, no,’ he told her. ‘No, not until tomorrow.’

  ‘Oh,’ she said, nodding, smiling sheepishly at him. ‘And until what time tomorrow morning would sir like to sleep until?’ she asked, feeling a strange confidence growing with her every word.

  ‘Well, I haven’t really thought about it. I have a late business meeting this evening so I suspect I’ll want to sleep until about nine.’

  Emma turned away and pushed her cart towards the door.

  ‘Oh, and sir?’ she ventured, opening the door before turning around to face him a final time. ‘If a chambermaid was to be naughty enough to try to touch your cock while you were sleeping, do you think you might have to fuck her as a punishment?’

  The man smiled. ‘Yes, Emma, I think I would have to do that. Don’t you?’

  ‘Yes, sir, I think you would.’

  Emma turned away once more, pushing her cart out and casually lifting the Do Not Disturb sign from the door handle before dropping it into her litter bag. And with a hiss, followed by a soft metallic click, the door swung shut behind her.

  A Bad Girl’s Revenge

  In that single moment I committed one of the stupidest acts of my life, and to this day I have no idea why.

  I’m no snitch, but when Miss Barnes threatened to cancel the school dance if no one owned up to writing on the blackboard what actually was a very funny poem involving her, the deputy head and a strap-on dildo, for some crazy reason I just blurted out that it had been Julie.

  My betrayal earned Julie a week of afterschool detentions and I, the metaphorical death sentence I no doubt deserved.

  It wasn’t bad enough that I’d grassed-up a fellow student; not at all. It was the fact that I named Julie in particular that was my gravest mistake.

  You see, Julie was pretty much a law unto herself around school, and together with her best friends, Michelle and Carly, she made sure that things ran just the way she wanted them to. I wouldn’t say that Julie was a bully, particularly – although she certainly had been when younger – but it would be a very brave or very foolish individual who dared to cross that little gang, and clearly, I had been the latter.

  Julie, Michelle and Carly’s control wasn’t exclusively held over the girls at school either. Any boy they had a problem with would soon find himself on the receiving end of six ring-covered fists and would then be forced to live out the rest of his schooldays suffering the ridicule of having been beaten up by a bunch of girls. Not even the teachers were immune to their considerable powers. The female ones they took a dislike to would be mocked and taunted mercilessly until brought to the point of nervous breakdown, whereas the men would be teased and flirted with to such an outrageous degree that they would be forced to leave the girls alone for fear of discovering just how far they might go.

  The problem was not only were Julie, Michelle and Carly physically strong, utterly fearless and actually rather intelligent, but they were each exceptionally attractive with it. Any lad beyond a certain age fancied them, and I know for a fact that I wasn’t the only girl who found herself feeling rather awkward in their presence. Of course, the girls were utterly out of reach for anyone lowly enough to still be in school, and they would only date older guys with access to money, motorbikes or cars – and even then, just until they’d outlived their usefulness. Salacious rumour had it that any real passion was kept exclusively between the three of them, and the three of them alone.

  At the time of my story the girls were going through something of a rock-chick phase, and Julie wore her hair long and bleached peroxide blonde. This, together with her soft pink lips and porcelain-smooth skin, could have given her an appearance of pure Nordic beauty, but she would wear rather severe eye makeup too – contravening school rules in a way that any other girl would have been in hot water for – which gave her a look that was both intimidating and incredibly sexy at the same time. Julie’s body was neat, slim and womanly, and she was quite happy to flaunt it whenever it suited her to do so.

  As for the other two, Michelle was the tallest and had the physique of a dancer. She was lithe, toned and had a kind of feline grace to her. I recall her hair being coloured two-tone red on black back then, but as she changed it so often I can’t be sure.

  Carly was a little shorter and you would describe her as being cute, if you didn’t know the reality of what she was capable of. Her hair was long, straight and raven’s-wing black, cut with a severe fringe that ended just above her neatly plucked eyebrows. Carly was curvy in the best of possible ways – all ‘hips n’ tits’ as the saying goes – and I had witnessed her using her body to devastating effect when bending a male teacher to her will.

  So what more can I say? Pretty much all of us in school were either envious of, in love with, or intimidated by the girls at one stage or another, and quite often all three at the same time.

  I guess one of the most tortuous aspects of Julie’s revenge was that she waited. Several weeks went by with her and the girls doing absolutely nothing. Well, I suppose that’s not quite correct; they were actually unnervingly friendly towards me. Each time I ran into them in the schoolyard my heartbeat would quicken and I’d wonder if the moment had finally arrived for me to pay for my stupidity, yet they’d merely smile sweetly and offer me a warm greeting. I guess they were trying to lull me into a false sense of security but, despite the foolish act that had begun my ordeal, I’m not a complete idiot and it just put me even further on edge, making me wish that they’d simply hurry up and get on with whatever it was they had planned for me.

  Well, in the end they did just that.

  I doubt very much that I would have screamed anyway, but even if I’d wanted to that single, anonymous punch to the stomach knocked the wind from my lungs and I was barely able to catch breath never mind cry out.

  It was lunchtime and I was walking along the corridor that led past the gymnasium with a couple of friends when I spotted Julie, Michelle and Carly hanging out by an old vaulting horse. I guess I should have seen it coming by the casual way they just happened to be there, but there was nothing I could do to avoid them and the fist came so swiftly that I simply doubled up.

  Through the din of my racing heart I could just make out one of them saying, ‘Keep walking,’ to my girlfriends, before I was quickly bundled through two sets of doors and pushed backwards until I slammed hard against a cold brick wall.

  As I desperately tried to fill my lungs it was the smell that first alerted me to where we were. It smelled a bit like the girls’ gym changing rooms, but beyond the musty dampness of discarded gym clothes and forgotten towels there was a thicker, muskier scent. I looked up through watering eyes and saw we were in a place that in my seven years of secondary school I’d not before been in – it was the boys’ changing room!

  Julie stood right bef
ore me with hands on hips, offering a smile that could have melted the stoniest of hearts. Flanked on either side of her were Michelle and Carly, looking considerably less friendly.

  ‘I... I’m sorry Julie...’ I blurted as soon as my lungs would allow it, but I was quickly silenced with a single finger pressed firmly to my lips.

  ‘Hush, little one,’ Julie whispered, blinking through long, curled lashes, thick with coal-black mascara. ‘It’s all gonna be fine.’

  Immediately my heart sank further as her exaggerated calmness only made it all the more menacing, and all the more apparent that I was in real trouble.

  ‘You know,’ she continued, slowly stroking a palm across my cheek so that a shiver ran through me, ‘you really have put me in an awkward position. I’ve always liked you. You never got in my way, so why on earth would I get in yours?’

  The tips of Julie’s fingers then trailed lazily to the nape of my neck and I couldn’t help but release an anxious gasp in response.

  ‘Carly’s even teased me that I must have a little thing for you, and you know what, she might just be right.’ Glancing beyond Julie’s shoulder I saw her friend sneer at me.

  ‘The thing is,’ Julie went on, as she used both hands to calmly and carefully loosen the knot in my school tie, ‘I simply have to punish you for telling on me like that. I mean, what would my reputation be like if people were to think that just because they were super cute they could get away with being big old meanies?’

  Julie pouted overdramatically, sliding the loosened tie through my collar before stretching it out between her hands. I just stared into her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, far too terrified to speak.

  ‘The question is; what kind of a punishment does a naughty girl like you deserve?’

  I don’t suppose Julie’s vengeance was totally unplanned, as in that instant both Carly and Michelle stepped closer to take one of my wrists each. Of course I tried to resist, but they were strong girls and they only mocked my pathetic attempts to fight back. In the end they lifted my arms high above my head and pushed them close together. Julie then stepped even closer, the soft swell of her breasts moulding against my own as she reached up and used my tie to bind my wrists to a clothes hook fixed to the wall. The warm, milky scent of Julie’s cheek so close to mine filled my nostrils as she worked, and in contrast to the pungent, testosterone-tainted aroma of the boys’ changing room, and despite my fearful situation, it offered a bizarre kind of comfort.