by Sofia Connor
"Now, then..." he reached around her once again and hit some sequence of keys. Immediately the three monitors switched to three different views of her. Real time video. "...my first order is that you remove your blazer."
Still sniffling slightly after her bout of crying, she shrugged out of her jacket, and silently handed it back to him. She noticed that the monitor directly in front of her was a feed from a discretely- placed camera, positioned to look down at her from the front. With the jacket off, she realized that it was quite a revealing blouse and bra combination. The monitor on the right was a side view. It showed her standing between Mr. Scott's legs, her shapely ass at his shoulder level. The view from the left monitor was down low, looking upward from somewhere behind the desk. Her legs and ass filled the screen. Blushing furiously, and already feeling violated, she waited for his next command.
"Hmm, let me see if I can do this sitting down..." Once more he reached around her, and this time after a little fumbling, found the top button of her blouse and undid it. Then the next, and the next. She was watching his hands, a stranger's hands, dark and alien against the whitness of her blouse. ..a stranger who had his hands, very lightly, on her breasts..."there we go. I think that is about like you had it in the photograph today."
In the monitor, her breasts were mostly exposed, the nipples barely discernible through the lace of the sheer bra.
"Now. For the skirt. Hike it up four inches if you please."
Reaching, she did has he bid, knowing now that her stocking tops and at least two inches of skin would be revealed.
"Oh my. You really are lovely. Do you see just how gorgeous you are, in these three views?" he had his hands on her thighs, on the tender bare skin above her stocking tops. "Two more inches," he purred. Suppressing a shiver, she complied, knowing now that her ass and sex would be visible, as she was commando... "Oh it is like Christmas morning. I should have guessed that you would be commando. Reach back and grab your ass, "he commanded. Pull it apart! Spread your legs! Put your face on the desk! Show me!"
For several long moments, the only sound was the hammering of her heart in her ears and the sound of him panting behind her. Finally, he stood up and reached around her for the duct tape. "Ok. Stand up. Hands together behind your back." He swiftly taped her hands together. Then, for good measure, stuck a piece across her mouth. In the center monitor, her eyes were wide with fear...and more than a little lust.
Now he pressed himself against her. She could feel his hardness pressing into her bound hands. He unzipped, his erection now naked in her hands.
His mouth at her ear, he whispered "I do not believe in the stick only. I am a carrot and stick man. You will receive considerably more money as my personal slave. You will get what may be considered tips for individual, ah, performances, both from me and from those that I grant access to your, ah, assets...Also, you will receive a clothing allowance. You will wear only what I command...but I think you will enjoy that part. Tomorrow, when the mall opens, I will pick you up and we will go shopping together. Because..." he ripped open her blouse, the remaining buttons flying off, then pushed down on the cups of her bra so that her breasts were forced up and out of confinement..."I think you are going to need to replace your wardrobe."
Automatically, without being told,Ashley began to gently pull and stroke his shaft. Making a loose circle with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, she worked up and over the head.
With his left hand cupping her breast, then pulling on her nipple as his arousal increased, he pulled her hair away from her neck and began kissing and lightly biting the back of her neck and the tender side of her throat. Small tremors, the precursors of her typical grand mal orgasms began coursing through her...
"Yessss, you learn fast. Take care of your master...and he will take care of YOU!" He shouted as he unloaded on the back of her skirt, in her hands, finally wiping himself between her ass cheeks...
He snipped the tape from her wrists, pulled the piece form her mouth, and directed her to scoop up his discharge with her hands. Her moved aside and motioned her into his chair, "Now YOU, " he said. Pushing her back in the chair, he forced her legs wide, up and over the arms of the chair, and had her smear his cum over her lips, using it as lube for her own masturbation. She was already dripping and as she began to frig herself, she begged, "Please master, please suck my titties."
He was only too happy to comply and within moments she too came, screaming in ecstasy, an orgasm recorded with full sound and living color from three different perspectives...
After Ashley left the office, Mr. Scott pulled up a video editing program...grabbed a still of Ashley masturbating, the back of his head visible as he sucked her nipple. Next he re-opend her gmail account, composed a note to this Josh guy: "just another day at the office" attached the jpeg and hit send...
The End.
A Cruise for One but Two Will Do
The eighteen year old Jason gave a sigh of relieve as he got up from the cabin to stand in the morning breeze, on the three master sail boat, Dominion. Rubbing the sleep out from his eyes with his left hand, his right reached out for the railing for support. He let out a small yawn.
"Keep your wits about you boy," he heard a familiar voice speak "Its bad luck to be out on deck if your still half a sleep." Looking up he saw the dark face of his mother's boyfriend, Dante.
"Yea... yeah I?m awake!" He lied.
He gave the forty-two year old male a smile. The man looked him up and down, winked and then returned his gaze back to the blue ocean that surrounded them.
Jason quietly shuffled to the bow, trying to escape the gaze he felt on his back when ever Dante was around. He recalled the first few weeks of Anna, his mother, dating Dante. She had seemed more alive then ever when she got ready for their dates. Jason had been happy for her at first. She had been through enough.
She had divorced his Dad a year ago. At 36 she wasn't content anymore with being a stay at home Mom. She had proclaimed one night during diner that she wanted to experience the world in its many facets. Jason had looked up to her and in a sense had understood what she meant. Sure they had wealth, but who in their zip code didn't have that?
He had looked on as his Dad had tried to find a sense of what she wanted and he could not give. She had merely shaken her head and looked down, throwing a view glances Jason's way, telling his dad she didn't want to bring it up in front of their son.
Seeing her standing there like that, her body still unaffected by age, long blond hair, with a few strains of light red, he hoped she would find it. Her face told tales of a yearning of sorts that often he had felt himself. No one should feel trapped he had thought, in a sense, relating to her. He had always felt trapped. He did not know why, but there had always been something in his gut. Something telling him, something, was off.
They had still been in talks when he had returned to college, only to find out they had split up very soon after he had left. His Dad had moved out of the house he later found out. He felt sorry for the old man but knew his dad could take care of himself.
"Morning honey!" He heard his mother say, startled he jumped up from where he had been sitting. Looking back he saw her standing on the deck in her slippers and silk bathrobe. He was a few inches taller then her so looking down the small and truthfully, obscene flimsy thing called a bathrobe that did little to conceal her full c cup breasts. He noticed how she had forgone with wearing bras apparently. Her hair would reflect the sun, and a few strains would flutter in the wind on a soft breeze.
"Good Morning Mom" He smiled, drawing a hand through his own blond hair, trying to tidy up somewhat.
Taking the second coffee cup she had been holding, he stepped back to give her room to sit as well. Her head turned red for a few seconds as decency had, apparently, not left her mind entirely and she tried keeping her crotch from exposing as she sat down. Looking down and away, yet a small smile on her lips, she composed herself. Probably still thinking of last night Jason thought.<
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"Lovely weather today." She spoke casually.
Jason wondered if she would have the guts to talk about what had happened that night. Probably not. She had been acting strange for some time now. Jason's family had always been prudish of sorts around the house so getting use to his "new" mom, as he revered to her these days, was taking considerable effort. Thankfully only 3 more weeks in their 6 weeks sailing vacation, Jason thought.
Before he could find a subject to talk to her about, anything but last night, he heard his mother speak again.
"Are those dolphins?" She said as she quickly stood up and walked to the railing. The little bathrobe fluttered in the wind revealing her round firm ass cheeks. Jason sighed loudly, the view having an effect on his morning cock. He knew she was his mother but how could he not feel these feelings of lust when she displayed no flaws. She was everything a women, a mother should be he thought.
"They come to these waters; I thought you might enjoy seeing some." Dante's voice broke him out of his daydream. He looked up at the tall broad man, noticing the man had taken off his shirt. A small glow from the sun reflected from his broad shoulders, small beats of sweat were dripping down due to the sun. Jason knew the man to be hairless save for his eyebrows from the things he had seen. And he had seen most everything.
"Their bodies smooth and slick, a true sight. Jason would enjoy them too." Dante's right hand, palm upwards went from his direction towards his mothers, her back still towards them. He had a small smile on his face. Jason had noticed that about Dante. He seemed to like to direct things.
Jason did want to see the dolphins though, so he gave it little thought. Jumping up he walked towards the railing, coming to stand next to his mother. She looked wonderful. Her slightly curling lips drew apart in a broad smile, her small hands grasping the railing bending forwards looking into the clear blue ocean. As Jason looked again he noticed her bathrobe had slightly parted revealing far more cleavage then should be appropriate.
Surely enough Dante came casually strolling towards them. Jason looked down and saw the thick long outline where the black mans cock rested, half erect in his white briefs.
When Dante noticed him looking, the man adjusted his cock, a small smile forming around his lips. Jason had seen that smile before.
Jason had tried his best the last few weeks not to stare at his mother's new boyfriend, but he could not help himself. From the day he had met him the black man had made an impression on him. Somehow the colour of his skin, his casual suave attitude, had Jason feeling save when ever he was around. He didn't really know how to admit it to himself yet, but he felt slightly impressed with the older man's body. Dante had been very open in his day to day when he had moved in. Working out down in his dad's basement gym, wearing nothing but tight shorts. Jason figured him for a player, or what Jason knew of such things reading in magazines. Dante had made little effort to hide his enjoyment of the wealth his dad had left for Jason and his mom. His mom had gotten a big settlement after the divorce.
Right from when they had set sail, his mother and Dante had been all over each other.
"It's going to be a tight fit for the next few weeks Jason," Anna had said, raising her golden eyebrows at him. "Just get used to the fact that Dante has his needs and you know how he is."
The yacht had only one sleeping compartment but thankfully did have a separator with a bed on either side. Space was limited to say the least. Yet Dante had made no effort to conceal his nightly lusts upon his mother upon setting sail. His grunts and foul language had echoed into the ocean night. Somehow knowing no one could ever hear them, save for Jason perhaps, had somehow steered the man on to become more vocal and fouler as the days went on. His mother too had become more vocal then he had ever heard her and dad be. He could forgive her though. Who could Imagen what sort of lusts such a big man had.
He had seen Dante stare at him before, around the house. Once while his mother had fallen asleep on her beach chair at the pool, Dante had just stared at him. Jason had been unsure but he thought he saw the man's cock grow bigger through the tight colourful swimming shorts.
The situation had become even more painful when his mother had, half asleep most likely, reached out and started caressing the black man's groin and abs. He had stood up; not realizing that his own dick had somehow become hard and when he had looked at the black man he saw a small smirk on his face, Jason's dick clearly straining, bulging from his own semi tight shorts. Quickly he had run into the house.
And here he saw the same smile again. Feeling his face getting red he quickly returned his gaze back to the dolphins.
"They are beautiful yes?"
Jason heard from his right. He looked over to his mother and saw the black man standing behind his mother. They really did look good together he had to admit. They looked like a perfect Adam and Eve to Jason, the sun light reflecting on their so different skin colours.
"Oooh!" His mother gasped surprised as Dante reached around and into the bathrobe, cupping her full breasts.
Jason could not keep a small smile from his face but quickly turned his face away. What would his mother think of him if she saw him looking? And yet why do it so openly? Dante had been pulling pranks like this more and more the last few days. The older black man had made it very clear he just took what he wanted when he wanted.
Last night had been the worst.
He had forgotten a book on deck and coming back from retrieving it, had returned to find his mother in half state of undress and Dante, naked, kneeling on the bed. Jason had stood grounded not knowing how to react. He had looked at his mother as she bowed down to pick something up, her small white see through lingerie piece hiding nothing. His eyes had grown large as his gaze was drawn to the small puffy lips he had once been birthed from. Moister already forming in anticipation of what was to come.
"You know a women's beauty." Dante spoke. His voice, a thunder through the quite night.
Jason looked to his right and saw the black Adonis stroke his long dark cock, that hung half erect between his legs, almost reaching the black sheets. He had caught glimpses of it before around the house but not so visible like this. The big head slightly foaming around the edge as the strong hand pulled the foreskin back and forth. The sheets already had a few stains on them. He saw Dante acknowledge him, looking down towards Jason's crotch and smiling.
"Huh what honey?" Anna replied, unaware of Jason, her back still to the door where he stood.
Dante reached out and his big hand cupped the freckled cheek of Anna's ass, roughly squeezing it, showing off her little brown rectum. The big black hand kept on massaging it bringing his Mother obvious pleasure. Jason saw Anna's hand go down towards her pussy, the long nailed middle finger reach to those small puffy lips, and he couldn't help but draw his breath in. His mother gave a small moan and laid her right hand on Dante's shaven dome to steady herself. Slowly she turned her head around, towards Dante at first, biting softly on her lower lip, until she noticed Jason standing in the door way.
Quickly she turned around.
"Jason!" "You shouldn't watch when Dante has his needs." She scowled at him. He suddenly became very aware of his own hard cock standing out from his shorts. His mother gave little sign of noticing it yet he saw from the corner of his eyes Dante was staring at it.
"I'm your mother!" She tried vainly to hide her breasts with one arm, while her other was unsuccessfully cupping her pussy trying to hide it from view. Her little feet kept tip towing trying to keep her big breasts from spilling out.
"I'm sorry mom!" He had blurted out. Dante had been smiling the entire time. Quickly he walked forwards towards the back of the cabin, sliding the thin shutter between the beds. Both his Mom and her new husband had just looked at him as he drew close the thin wooden panel that separated the beds.
"Can you believe him? Looking at me like that?" He heard his mother say more surprised then angry.
"Hahaha of course I can. You are a beautiful women. He is a man."
Dante had replied.
"Yes but I'm his mother!" She had exasperated.
"It is only natural that a man should respond the way he did to a body such as yours!" Dante had countered. "It's not every day a boy sees his mother getting ready to receive a black man."
"My black man..." She cooed.
He had stood motionless behind the panel as he had heard Dante pull his mother on the bed. Her small giggles caused his cock to harden. He could only imagine how his mother was able to take that much cock into her little hole. As he heard the kisses and moans he reached into his shorts, his hand finding his hard dick. Pretty soon his mother began to moan louder and louder. The boat, if it was possible, had begun to rock more as their love making had begun to grow louder.
Jason knew from experience that how ever prude his mother normally was, when she was alone with Dante she appeared to be the complete opposite.
Suddenly he heard a loud slam on the wooden panel, causing him to startle and his mother cry out "Uuugh uuugh uuuhh" over and over again. He suddenly realized he hadn't moved from when he had closed the thin panel. Sliding down his shorts, he quickly got onto the bed and under the sheets. His right hand never leaving his rock hard cock. As he slowly stroked it, only a few feet away from where his mother was being fucked, his mind wondered back to the black man's cock. While his own wasn't small by any means it compared null to the black anaconda he had seen.
The pounding was only getting louder. His mother was still moaning loudly but Dante had begun to grunt as well now. "Ugh ugh ugh" he kept going in that deep dark voice of his. He had started to slam his hand on the wooden panel, causing the loose frame to shudder. Jason felt sweat drop down his brow, his right hand still softly playing with his hard cock. Smoothly the foreskin slid up and down, his fantasies providing lubrication. The small space felt like it was becoming smaller by the second as the slamming became louder and louder.