Overtime

She muttered to herself as she shuffle papers. Didn’t matter that everyone else was gone for the night, home to family, out with friends. Some to watch the World Series on tv, some off to a run.

Maybe some were having sex.

She wished she was having sex. With some hot stud. Maybe Michael from bookkeeping. He was a sexy guy, tall, built, and what hinted at an impressive package under his khakis. She sighed, reached for her antacid pills, banged her phone with her elbow, and in catching it, managed to drop almost half her papers to the floor.

“Well FUCK!” 

She swiveled back in her chair, surveying the damage. Squatting on the floor trying to find the order of the fucking things, she let out an impatient sigh when the lights went out.

“NOT FUNNY! I’m here! TURN THEM ON!”

She squatted, waiting.

Nothing.

Was that a footstep? Isn’t this the scene where the girl gets offed, in a horror flick, because she doesn’t beat feet and get out of there in a hurry?

There was a noise behind her. Before she could move, something came over her head. In seconds, she was tugged up to her feet, shoved into a chair. Her chair, from the lingering warmth under her butt. Struggling, flailing out with her hands, trying to get the thing off her head, she felt the cuff slap on her left wrist, her wrist tugged behind her back, behind the support of the chair. It only took a moment for her right wrist to be cuffed too. She yelled. Tried shaking her head to loosen her blindfold, nothing.

To her distress, she heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being ripped.

“What are you doing? Stop! Let me go. NOW!”

The steady peel and rip of duct tape was the only sound.

“HELLLLP!”

No one came.

No one was there, in the building.

Except her.

And him.

She trembled. A few minutes ago she’d been dreaming of having sex with some one. And now she was being — well, she didn’t know what was happening. She hated the fearful tone in her voice as she pleaded with him to let her go.

Her ankle was caught, her leg hooked up and over the chair arm and wrapped with tape. Kicking out with her free foot, that too was caught. He held it under his arm as she struggled and whimpered and screamed. Her foot was freed.

He pulled off her shoe, and rubbed the sole of her foot over his pants. She felt the thick bulge pressing against her foot. Obviously her struggles were turning him on.

“You sick bastard.”

He laughed then, the first sound he’d made, as he secured her ankle over the opposite chair arm. She was open, vulnerable.

Her cunt lurched as his palm cupped her through her panty hose. His thumbnail rasped against the fabric, making a pleasant little hmmm against her sensitive flesh.

There was  a metallic click, then the cool rush of air on her pussy.

“No!”

Though she twisted and writhed, in moments, her shirt had also been cut apart. His hands on her tits were rough, pinching and pulling on her soft skin. Grasping her nipples, she was tugged forward.

“Whore.”

The tug on her nipples was almost too much to bear. She cried out, begging for him to stop.

“Hurts…please…”

His thumb slid into her slick cunt.

“Hurts? Very wet.”

She tried to place the voice, but the thumb in her pussy was distracting her. She didn’t want this. She…

“moaaannn…”

More fingers inside her, wiggling insidiously, rubbing her sensitive folds, making her belly quiver. She would not cum. She would not cum. She would not…

The hum of a motor startled her, even more so when something pushed hard against her pussy.

Her head fell back, helpless at the assault on her senses. Too much, too good, too terrible. Whimpers and moans came faster, as her cunt clenched on the probing fingers, as the buzzing vibe did it’s best to coax a reaction from her.

She was going to cum. She was so close. So close.

Yet, abruptly, the vibe was pulled away, the fingers left her pussy.

“oh, nooooo…” she moaned.

His cock filled her. Hard, thick, deep up into her belly, he drove hard enough to push her chair back. And back again. Until it fetched up against some immovable object.

“Going to fill you…”

She moaned.

“With my baby-makers…”

She moaned.

“Fill you with those swimmers…”

Oh god she didn’t want..she shuddered…

“Fill your belly with my baby…”

She came, hard, as his cock parried her every contraction, stabbing into her with rapier skill. Over and again he sheathed into her hot slickness, banging hard on the entrance to her innermost secret place.

“Going to push my seeds right up to your front door….

Her head rolled from side to side, her hands, still behind her, clenched into fists as the pleasure rolled through her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, her mind screamed, though what came from her mouth was more “ughn, ungh, ungh…”.

She swore she could feel the pulsing jettison of his semen into her body. His head leaned against hers as he shimmied his hips driving deeper into her, as if he could shoot his load straight through her.

How many times her body convulsed around him, she had no idea. She must have fainted.

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She woke, forehead on her desk.

Blinking, yawning, she wondered why she was sleeping at work. Her papers…yet, looking around she saw them all neatly stacked on her desk. Her pussy throbbed, and she remembered, with a sudden rush, her dream. Her hand went to her blouse, but all her buttons were buttoned. In her dream “he” had cut them off, she recalled. Geezus. It was time to call it a night. The clock on her phone said “2:01 a.m.”  No wonder she’d fallen asleep!

She rose, then, and took a wobbly step. One shoe was off. Must’ve come off in my sleep, she mused, bending over to retrieve it from under her desk.

She felt the breeze on her pussy as she bent, and froze. Her hand reached up under her skirt. There was a large hole in her pantyhose. Maybe it had been there all day? The crotch of her panties were soaked.

“Fucking wet dream,” she muttered, but her heart raced. Quickly she gathered up her belongings and almost ran outside to her car.  Fumbling with the keys, she threw her purse on the passenger seat, and slid into the driver’s side. Moving to adjust the rear view, her hand touched the roll of silver duct tape hanging there.

 

Mechanic, test run

Prior chapter here…Yeah it’s been a while… and remember here be MEGA dragons….

The cars filled the drive, the chairs pushed around the table. Beer and shit- talk and cards moved around the tabletop.

“No you don’t, you lying sack of shit!” This from his best friend, James.

He nodded.

“I sure as fuck do.”

“No, no way,” the chorus of dissent rang through his friends as they leaned back in their chairs, staring at him. He appreciated the jibes, the shit they were dishing out, but he whistled once, sharp, as one would for a pet pooch.

She came out of the kitchen, wearing only a pair of clothespins on her nipples. He’d had her fuctard of a boyfriend, who he now called ‘pussy’, drill holes through the wood, then fasten a long piece of chain to each pin. As she moved, the chain bounced, highlighting every jiggle of her big tits. The look on his friends faces was priceless, the look on hers, murderous. She came reluctantly to his side, her eyes burning at him. He could understand it, really. He’d threatened to put the pussy’s nuts in his vice grips and start squeezing. He’d seen her hesitate for a moment, and wondered if he’d be forced into a demonstration to get her to comply. Pussy had looked on in horror, his cock shriveled, his balls hugged between his legs.

He had also told her she could wear something, he recalled with an inward grin. He hadn’t mentioned that it would be clothes pins on her nipples, but he had kept his word. He doubted she would see it that way, and frankly that didn’t bother him in the least.

He put his arm around her hip, hugging her close.

“Isn’t she purty?” He flicked the chain, watched her eyes narrow.

“She’s not just decoration, boys. She’s got a lot of hot, wet holes that are, currently, empty. So if you have a bit of an itch to scratch, you can take her in my bedroom, or bend her over the arm of the couch, or I can tuck ‘er under the table and let her move around the table sucking you off.”

He wished he’d thought to bring his phone to the table to take pictures of the shocked  faces of his friends. All three  of them just stared, bemused. The smiles started to grow as he unzipped, took out his cock, and pulled her into his lap.

“Ride me.”

Each rise up, each jolt down set her titchain to swinging.

“Now that’s fuckin’ hot shit.”

James watched her big bobbling tits with awe. He loved girls with big meaty boobs, and had jacked off many times to the fantasy of fucking a big fat pair.

“‘scuse me, Michael, but I think I’ll have some of what you’re having.” He pushed back his chair and moved around the table.  He took her by the chains, and said, “come here, girl.”

“Tiger, her name is tiger. And she likes it rough.” He watched for a moment as James led her into the bedroom, leaving the door open. To his friends surprise, Mike whistled again.

“You got two?” Eyes agog, the brothers Mark and Andy turned towards the kitchen, but they sat back in shock as a slim man, naked except for  a pair of socks, came forward.

“Two house sluts for me, and this one is fully operational too.”

“No way I’m letting a guy suck my dick!” Mark turned shocked eyes on his friend.

“A mouth is a mouth. Under the table you won’t know which one is-”

He was interrupted by a short, shocking scream from the bedroom.

“MAN is her ass TIGHT!” came the cry from James.

Four pair of eyes turned towards the bedroom, three chairs pushed away from the table, as they crowded down the hall.

“You…stay.” Mike pointed back as pussy came, bringing up the rear.

“But she’s my girl…”

“No. She’s MY cunt. Stay. Here.” He mimed squeezing with his thumb and forefinger, then pointed at the floor. Another short yelp had him stepping up to the bedroom. Mark and Andy had moved close, watching as James plumbed the depths of tiger’s ass. His hands held her by her wrists, folded over the small of her back as he drove into her.

“She’s a fighter all right, but boy she’s cum hard already. Soaked my foot the first time.” James laughed. “I’m gonna shoot so much cum up her shitter she’ll be draining for a week!”

“Look at that,” marveled Mark, as he watched James’s fat cock working in and out of the woman’s anus. She let out another short, hard scream as he filled her, and he moaned.

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming again!” He groaned. “Squeezing my cock so hard, fuck fuck fuuuuuuck I”M CUMMING…” 

He drove his shaft hard against her bum, bearing down on the round globes as he pressed as deeply as he could to dump his load. He pulled away, leaving the other men to stare at the stretched and gaping asshole.

“I’ve only seen that in porno’s…and I thought it was fuckin’ fake! Look at that round open ass…” As if moving through a fog, Mark was standing behind her, his pants around his ankles, and his own cock pressing towards that gaping opening. She moaned a weak protest as he pressed inside, hmmmming at the intense feeling of the rectal ring grabbing at his cock, the heat and slickness within. He shoved hard, fast, deeply, and had to work hard at holding back. He’d never fucked an ass before. He wanted to savor it.

Rocking in and out, popping the head of his cock through that not-so-tight-muscle gave him a lot of pleasure. He wondered if he had a bit of a sadistic streak, for every whimper made his cock tighten and swell a bit bigger, until he felt like his shaft was forged from steel. His skin was taut, his penis incredibly stiff. His balls slapped against her slit with every deep thrust, and he was surprised to hear and smell the wetness there. Sure enough, when his fingers ran under her, he found her pussy dripping.

“You fucking whore! You like being ass-fucked!” His tone was incredulous. He popped in and out of her sweet backdoor again, then slid unresistingly into her cunt from behind. He swore he could feel steam boiling as he glided into her hot, soaking cumhole. He fucked hard, slamming into her with a force that pushed her across the bed. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her ass.

“stay. just like that. I want both. both holes.”

He slid out of her pussy, and back into her ass, not noticing when the bed shifted and Andy crawled up, shoving his cock into her mouth. Andy grabbed a hunk of hair and shook her.

“You bite me, you’ll regret it.”

“I don’t bite, Sir,” she gasped as Mark slid deeply into her butthole.  It was the last thing she said before Andy’s cock filled her mouth.

Poker was long forgotten as the men used her holes.

“I bet you’ll cum before me.” Mark threw the challenge at Andy, who was enjoying the feeling of a woman taking his entire shaft into her mouth and throat. His girlfriend rarely sucked cock. It might be time for a new woman, he thought, savoring the wet, hot, sucking mouth, the stroking tongue, the clenching throat.

“You’ve been at this longer than me, old man,” Andy replied, gasping as she gagged on his dick.

“You’re not gonna be able to hold back if she keeps sucking you off like that, little boy,” retorted the older brother. “I’ve got experience on my side…”

“You got age on your side, man. That ripe ass is gonna suck your dick dryer ‘n the Sahara!”

“Put your money where your dick is.”

“Thanks, but my dick is happy right where it is…and so’s my money.”

“Girl, you make him cum, you get half my winnings.”

Before long, wagers were placed with all the men, on what Mike dubbed “Poke-her”.

For the first time, tiger began to fully let go. To be a fucktoy because of her boyfriends lame-ass, that was humiliating. This was sexually humiliating, but she’d never cum so hard, so many times. Her ass hurt, but it felt…good, too.

She squeezed her ass tight as Mark slid inside her again, and sucked deeply on Andy’s cock. She wondered what would happen if she got them to cum at the exact same time. She kind of wished her owner would get more involved. Her pussy was wet and empty, and she was suddenly almost desperate for him to fuck her, use her, take her hard and beyond her control.

“Stop cheating!” Mark slapped her ass, her hip, her thigh. Distracted, she stopped clenching, moaning around Andy’s cock.

Somehow it didn’t matter to her anymore which man won, she knew she was the ultimate winner. It was true that her boyfriend had gotten them into this mess…but now she began to think she owed him.  Not that she’d ever share that with him.

Blackmail

**a very dark dragon-laden tale…it had to be told**

“Man, that was fuckin’ good.” Troy rolled off the girl, gasping. He rubbed his lower belly gently. His rod was so fucking sensitive after he shot his wad. He glanced at the pussy he’d just violated.

The word gave him a delicious thrill.

Violated.

Her cunt was red and swollen. A string of cum stretched from her oozing hole to her upper thigh, left by his cock as he’d pulled away and rolled off of her.

His friend Will was pumping into her mouth, held open by some fucking weird gag thing Will had found in his parent’s room. There was the most awesome chest under their bed, full of  sex things. A box of condoms that they just left in there. Rope, which they used to tie her to the bed, and whips to slap her thighs and belly with.  Clampy things that, after some research online had revealed themselves to be nipple clamps.

She’d squeeled like a fuckin’ pig when they’d put those on her rosy nipples; it had made him hard as a fucking steel pole when she’d gone and grunted and bucked.  The duct tape they used at first on her mouth had muffled much of the sound, but eventually all the toys in the box had been identified. The “Spider’ gag was quickly inserted, making her mouth available to fuck without fear of losing their cocks if she tried to bite.

Her nipples were purple under the clamps. He figured he better pull them fuckers off. She rose up, screaching around Wills cock, making him groan.

“Gonna….cummmmmmmm” and suiting action to words, He pressed his groin hard against their new slut’s face. There were gagging sounds coming from under him, then silence. He flopped off of her, and Troy saw her swallowing with some difficulty. Cum streaked her cheek and chin, and a small dribble ran down her neck.

“Man, she’s a fuckin’ mess. We gotta clean her up before we let her go.”

“I don’t have the engergy,” Will gasped, sliding onto the floor. “I fucked her like 5 times.”

“Three, supercock. Three fucks. Ass, pussy, face.  Same as me. Five. You fucking wish.”

“Fine, Mr. Knowitall. YOU fucking clean her up then.”

“no. no fuckin’ way am I gonna. We could throw her in the shower?” His head flopped off the bed, looking over at his buddy, slumped on the side.  There was a scratching at the door.

“Fucking A. Will. Your fucking dog needs to go out. Again. How often does he fucking need to take a piss? His bladder must be the size of a fucking walnut. ”

Will sat, eyes closed, almost dozing off. Wearily, Troy slipped off the bed, and let the dog out. Opening the fridge as he waited for the beast, he snagged a few EnerG drinks, and then saw it.

“Hey, doesn’t Mumford like Cheese wiz?”

Will’s voice came down the hall. “Yeah? so what, mutherfucker? He’s a dog. He eats fucking everything. Last week he ate my shorts. Fucker.” Wills voice mumbled incomprehensibly down into silence.

“You let him eat your tighty-whities? Man, you must fart some delicious dog-food out that fat ass of yours!” Troy guffawed, as he went to let the dog back in.  Mumford started snorting at the can of cheese in Troy’s hand.

“I got an idea. A fucking prime A idea. C’mon Mumford, you fucking shit head dog….”

He squirted a bit of the cheese on his finger, letting the dog lick it off. It was all the encouragement the pooch needed. In seconds, Troy and the 80 pound Great Dane mix were back in the bedroom.

“Sit, Mumford.” Will pointed his finger at the dog.

The dog, staring expectantly at the bottle of Cheeze Wiz, sat, tongue lolling.

“So the idea…no. No fuckin’ way…You fucking perv. Let me get my camera!”

Troy waved the bottle of cheese, giggling a bit as the dog followed its passage, his head moving back, then forth. He slid the bottle between Claire’s legs.

“Open up honeypot, Daddy’s back! You’re gonna have such a fuckin’ good time now…”

Claire moaned, wriggling and trying to move. Tied as she was to the four corners of the bed, she didn’t move more than an inch…and the nozzle of the cheese was pressed inside her cunt anyway. The shocking coldness made her whine around the gag holding her mouth open.

“Filling your cunt up with cheese, slut! Mumford just LOVES CheezeWiz…and with the added flavor of cunt? I think you might have two boyfriends here, now. Hey Will? You gonna be jealous that your dog is gonna tongue-fuck your girlfriend?”

There was a flash of light, as Will took the first picture, one of a red pussy, with a thin line of cheese oozing from it.  The second picture captured the line of cheese around her still-open mouth, like obscene lipstick. She shook her head, but the sticky, almost-plastic substance stuck firmly.  She grunted, bucked, and  tugged.

She was stuck.

Troy called the dog to the bed, leaning across, and applying a line of cheese at her ankle. The dog started lapping. The line continued as Troy trailed the nozzle up her calf, her knee, her thigh. The dog grew more excited, and leapt onto the bed, licking furiously.

She bucked and wriggled, but the dog’s tongue found the source of the cheese, and began eating her pussy voraciously. He lapped and dug into her, slurping and nosing her folds apart for deeper and deeper access.  He licked across her anus, and that sensitive line of flesh that separated ass from cunthole. She bucked now to give him greater access, and soon he was nose deep in her folds. As his tongue rasped over her tender flesh, hitting that sensitive spot at the top of her channel, she arched, head back, as she flooded into an intense orgasm. He kept licking.

She was aching, throbbing as her body came down, yet still the fucking beast lapped at her. The second orgasm slammed into her. Her cunt convulsed, and the dog pressed harder, trying to get deeper. He could taste the tantalizing hint of more cheese…and when her spasming pussy opened, he dove deep, his long fat tongue slurping up her cum, the boys cum, and CheezeWiz.  He licked; she came, until she fainted.

She woke when his tongue swiped across hers. She tasted dog spit, cheese, and cum. No matter how she turned her head, he followed, lapping her lips, her cheeks, the inner walls of her mouth.

She cried out when she felt the nozzle pressing against her pussy.

“Instant replay!” Came Troy’s voice, followed by the click click click of Will’s camera.

“Well have to do this again next weekend, won’t we?” Click, click. “You sure don’t want these pics up on your facebook wall, do you?

 

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it’s not often I have the same dream again, and again, and again, and again. Yet the fucking Cheesewiz bit kept coming to me over and over, much like Claire’s orgasms in the story. I don’t condone forced rape. Not in real life. This is pure fantasy, my pervy pals…after all…we ALL know that cheezewiz isn’t really cheese!   Ergo….fantasy!  ~n~