Someone to Watch Over Her

She thought she was “safe” he thought with a mental sneer. Up there on her umpty umpth floor, alone in the clouds. He’d watched her for months, amazed that she truly thought no one could see her as she touched, as she fucked herself, and as she was fucked by others.

He’d watched her watch porn.

Not just any porn, but the dark and dirty kind. The bondage and beating kind. The cum in her mouth and her ass and her tits kind.

In his bedroom was a telescope, hooked to a monitor, so that he could lay in his bed and watch her touching herself. He’d seen a few guys come through, never the same one twice. He’d watched as she’d been trussed open, her pussy spanked then fucked by one masked marauder, watched when the tall bald guy had come by and whipped her until juice drizzled down her thighs, watched as the black guy had fed his cock into her mouth, and later, between her ass cheeks as she had knelt, doggy style, on her big bed. It seemed she’d do just about anything, and with just about anyone.

Thankful that his gig was security, he began digging for information about her. He got her name, address,  phone number, the place where she worked, and the dungeon she frequented.  He knew that she lived alone now, but that she’d been married and divorced, no kids. She made a lot of money advising others how to handle their greenbacks, and her  taste in movies ranged from Up to Die Hard.

He’d been to one who had called the police the night a scene went bad, and had made sure the guy was paid back in kind, a task he attended to personally. Soon, very soon now, he’d meet her. With a tight smile, he continued to watch as she ran her vibe up and down her tight pussy, back arching as she pleasured herself. He stroked his cock as he watched, timing his orgam to spurt when she did.

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Stacy Jo Keenan stepped out of her condo building, looking at her iphone and frowning in annoyance, when she walked-full on- into someone. She would have fallen flat on her ass, if strong arms hadn’t grabbed her, and held her upright.

“Careful,” a voice spoke far above her, despite her 5-inch stiletto’s.  Her head tilted back and back.

“You be careful. You walked into me. And dammit!” She teetered, realizing her left heel had broken. “Now I’m going to be late,” she huffed, fuming.

“I was just walking down the street when a sassy-assed girl slammed into me. Good thing I have good balance or I would have fallen and hurt my dainty ass.”

She narrowed her eyes, glaring up at him.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Whyever would I do such a thing? You’re such a sweet little thing.”

“You are making fun of me. . . and it’s not my fault you’re a frikking giant.”

She muttered under her breath “and a clumsy oaf”.

“Did you just call me an … oaf?” His voice, amazed, caught her attention, as did the little shake he gave her.

“I did. Sorry.”

“Now you’re being terse, and it was all your fault, too. Calling me such an archaic name, and hurting my feelings. I could sit right here and cry.” He whined.

She bit her lip. She was not going to laugh. She wasn’t.

The giggle escaped. Clapping a hand over her mouth her blue eyes clashed with his tawny ones.

“Stop. You’re being silly.” She managed, swallowing her smile.

“I can’t help being silly. I’m an oaf!”

Now she was embarrassed.  And giggled again. “I’m sorry I called you an oaf. Really.” Her phone chimed in her hand, but he took it, turned it off.

“Let me help you upstairs so you don’t tip over and knock down any other oafs.” Taking her arm he turned her back towards her door before she could protest. They passed the doorman, who smiled at their exchange once they were inside the thick glass doors.

They were in the elevator before she even thought about what was happening.

“Wait…you can’t come to my apartment…I…”

“I’m not the first guy you’ve had up there, I imagine.” His tone was dry.

She wasn’t sure how to answer that one, really. Her cheeks turned rosy and her brows tugged into a frown.

“I promise to be a good oaf.”

She rolled her eyes. He was like an oversized puppy…but puppies could bite. The doors slid smoothly open and he helped her towards her door. She opened the three locks quickly, then kicked off both her shoes. As she bent to retrieve them, his hands landed on her hips, tugging her back against his legs.

“HEY!” She yelped.

“Little girl, you need a keeper. What the fuck were you thinking, letting a strange man come into your apartment with you? How can you be that complaisant in this city…anywhere? I could kill you. I could rape you. I could tie you up and feed you corn flakes. You have no idea.”

He shook his head, spinning her around to face him. His large hands moved to her shoulders, giving her another shake.

“This was your stupidest idea yet.”

“I…I beg your pardon?” Her tone was frosty, but he heard the thick sound of fear behind the words.

“You’re right about that-you will beg.”

Deep (in her) Throat

The sharp tang of metal in her mouth made her wince. It tasted horrid. Swallowing was an effort. The gag in her mouth held her jaws wide, preventing her from avoiding what was coming next. She would have shaken her head, if her ponytail wasn’t tied to the hook buried in her asshole.

Any movement tugged the hook, with the fat metal ball on the end. It was painful to her anus, and exciting to her pussy. Knees spread wide, she dripped onto a plastic bowl placed there.

Humiliation was the key to this game. He said he would prove to her that this sort of thing would excite her. She’d denied it, but He would offer the bowl of her juice as evidence to the contrary.

“Be a good girl now,” He chastened, following it with a laugh. Bound and gagged as she was, there was no other option available to her. She could not say no, could not deny service, could not do aught else but submit.

He slid the blindfold over her eyes, and she heard him walk across the room, opening the door. He trotted downstairs, and the sound of the front door opening, of voices raised in greeting came to her.

The sound of footsteps coming up….many footsteps…and raucous male laughter, which stopped immediately. They must be here. 

The sound of a zipper lowering was unmistakable. The steps moved closer, and hands grasped her head over her ears, muffling sounds. Her mouth was filled with cock, slipping between her opened lips, across her tongue. The groans of pleasure mingled with her gags as he slipped down the back of her throat.

Her nipples hardened. Her body trembled, her ass ached as her face was used as a pleasure-hole.

He came, in her mouth, and on her face,  splatters of his seed hot on her flesh.  She listened as his feet moved away,  feeling the shameful dripping from between her thighs as footfalls moved to stand before her. Again her head was held, a cock pushed and rocked in and out of her open and waiting mouth, again the tangible pulsing as he spurted into her throat. She coughed, not an easy thing to do with mouth held gaping, and felt yet another shaft fill her, take her, use her.

She took them all, not that there was a choice, deep into her throat, even as her pussy throbbed and leaked, dripping into the bowl between her knees.

When there were no more cocks, when the footsteps receded, and her head spun somewhere out in subspace with the stars, He returned to her, and removed her blindfold.

“What a good girl. One more now.”

Her throat ached, rubbed raw, and raspy from gagging.  Her Master took out his own cock, and fed it between her open lips. She wished the terrible gag was gone, wanting to feel his cock, wishing to wrap her sore lips around him and pleasure him.

“I know. This, too, is part of your punishment. I will use you as I choose, my slut. You are excited by that, even though these same lips protest, your cunt betrays you. You are mine.”

He pulled out of her mouth, and unfastened the ponytail from the anal hook. Pushing her to her hands and knees, He took her from behind, the ball buried in her ass rubbing his cock, making them both moan. As he stiffened, and began to spurt, he pulled out of her moist throbbing pussy, and jerked his cum into the bowl, mingling his jizz with hers.

“A nice bowl of cream for my little pussy,” he grunted, laughing as he pushed it towards her. “Every drop, now, right down your throat.”

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~

Glory, Glory.

this is what Felicitations originally started as in my head. Ya’ll know it turned out differently when it went from head to fingers. I promise i’ll get back to there, soon. But for now, a little “nilla quickie” for you…the “original” story.

She hated shopping. Much preferring internet or catalog browsing to actually setting foot in a store was the way to go. The mall was deadly. So many people, too many choices and too fucking much money.

Yet she wanted something special for the club next week. She’d texted Michael and he not only agreed, but he insisted that she go out and pick something out. He was her boss, her lover, her Dom, and although she didn’t feel the least bit submissive about shopping as a direct order, she obeyed.

She didn’t even bother heading to the mall, the strips of shops, or any of the usual places. She decided to check out the tiny stores on the side of town that “good” girls didn’t go to.

Rife with tattoo parlors, piercing shops, and the like, it was a place destined to make those “good” girls wet their panties in fear. She’d seen a little sex shop that she’d not been to before the last time she and Sir had come down here. That had been the time He’d decided to tat her with his mark. She’d been too nervous, facing the needle, to note her surroundings on the way in. But going home she’d been riding the endorphin high; between the privelege of being marked as His property, and the needle, she’d been ebullient.

That’s when she’d seen the sex shop. She had noted that they had clothing in one window. Perhaps here she’d find something sexy and different for the Winter Smash, the D/s “ball” that was held each February.

Parking in front of the store, she slid out of the car, and headed inside. Not for her the vapid simpering when she saw the rack of dildo’s when she stepped inside. It was warm and cozy here.

“Help you?” This from the thin man behind the counter.

“Looking for something…special. Different. Sexy. Risque. Naughty. And not some cheap outfit from Taiwan, either.”

He smirked at her, then looked her up and down.

“This way…” and he led her off behind a purple curtain that was covered with gold and silver stars. He flicked a switch. The room was very small, with just 3 racks. But the clothing was stunning.

“They’re pricey, but nice. Dressing room is through there,” and he waved his hand to the opposite side of the room. “Through the curtain and to the left a bit. The light comes on when you close the door. ”

“Thanks” she said absently, already looking at the offerings. A deep midnight blue dress that was dashed with silver beads caught her eye, but no fucking way was she going to pay two grand for a gown.

“That one was owned by Lana Turner, you know the screen goddess?”

She looked up at him as if to say ‘you’re still here?’ and went back to looking, murmuring a vague ‘mmmhhmm” to him.

He took the hint and left her alone.

There were three gowns that passed muster. She fumbled with the stupid green curtain, turning to the right. She was blinded by the sudden gloom after the brightness of the other room, and staggered along, hand against the wall, until she came to a door. As she opened it, a green light above the door flashed on.

She stepped inside, took a step forward, then stumbled to her knees. “What the fuck?” she grumbled. She tried to push herself up, by pushing on the opposite wall, but something closed around her wrists.

“Hey!” she yelped. The door behind her opened. “Get me out of here.”

“oh, I don’t think so” said a strange voice. “After all, you came into the Glory Hole of your own free will…”

The hand on the back of her head  pushed forward, pulling  a strap tightly around her neck to hold her down.. A second strap went around her head, and fingers quickly pried open her mouth, slipping a ring gag inside behind her teeth.

She heard a metallic clicking, and felt something under her moving. She was pulled forward until she was kneeling, ass up in the air. Feeling a brush of air against her mouth, she suddenly understood. She was almost laying on her belly, chest on the top step of the device, mouth facing a glory hole.

In seconds, the head of a cock pushed through the hole. She heard music playing in the background, as her mouth was filled with the strange dick. Rhythmically, she heard his hips bang on the wall between them as his cock pressed into her mouth, then retreated.

She heard the groan seconds before she felt the hot semen spurt onto her tongue. She couldn’t not swallow it, gagged as she was. She couldn’t move, couldnt’ protest. Just take. She felt hands on her hips, fingers working the button and zipper of her jeans, and the caress of cool air against her ass. Any protest she may have attempted to utter,  was shoved back into her mouth by another cock pressing through the glory hole and punching deeply into her throat. She gagged, even as she felt a different cock press against the slit between her thighs.

In moments she was filled, front and back. Grunts were soon accompanied by slaps, as the man fucking her from behind pumped furiously into her. Her hips and ass throbbed under the blows, and she whimpered around the cock lodged between her lips.  The pumping and slapping grew more intense, followed soon by loud male groans as he filled her with his jism.

The one cock left her pussy;  only seconds passed before another was pressing against her, then into her.

“She’s nice n wet.”

The cock in her throat exploded, then pulled away. And her mouth was filled again. She lost track of how many times a cock had pierced the hole in the wall, sliding into her wedged-open mouth and deposited a load of cum into her belly.

She felt sick with it.

She had cum spatter on her face, and on her back and legs. Her pussy oozed a constant drip of expended seed.

“Had enough, slut?”

“she’s been a fun little thing, Master Michael. Thanks for sharing her.”

“Well, a slut is always happiest being used, I say.”

She trembled as hands unfastened her from the glory box. She staggered when He pulled her to her feet, but He refused her upturned lips.

“You look like you spent the day in a porn shop, slut.” He laughed, and took her home.

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“You have the most gorgeous dress of all,” ooohed one of her friends at the Ball.

“Yeah, I thought you weren’t going to spend a ton of money on a gown,” said another.

“She didn’t,” said her Master, coming up behind her and taking her arm.

“No, my little slut didn’t pay any money at all. You could say…she earned it …..Glory, glory hallelujah, eh, slut?…”

His laugh accompanied them to the dance floor.

Fucktoy (pt3)

She straddled the Cowboys lap, facing her Master. She felt his thick hard hands grabbing her hips, pulling her ass back against his belly. She could also feel the thickness of his cock pressing against her butt. Her eyes met those of her Master across the table.

Half-hidden in the gloomy corner, she felt them boring into hers, reveling and absorbing her every reaction.  Cowboys right hand came up under her blouse, fondling her right tit, while his left slid over her hip and up under the minuscule skirt she wore. His rough and calloused forefinger rubbed her slit and he chuckled aloud.

“This shore do be a wet cunny here, Mister. Thinkin’ I’d like to give yor gal a lil finger action. Whadda ya think?” His fingers pinched against her nipple hard, and she moaned low in her throat. Her pussy clamoured for attention. Oh, gawd. Oh, gawd! She needed to be fucked so badly!

She no longer noticed the crowded room, the sad excuse for music playing on the other side of the room; nothing existed now but her Master across the table, and the raw, craven need that rumbled in her cunt.

She shifted her hips a bit, rubbing against the probing finger enticingly.

Masters brow raised fractionally and she froze. He smiled. His control of the situation, of her actions and Cowboy’s was immense. She knew it fed Him plenty to be able to create the dance-tune they moved to. She mouthed to him “please, Master”, hoping that He would relent.

He shook His head, no.

She tried to not roll her eyes, a very rude response, but her pussy was screaming. She mouthed again…”please, Master”, her eyes begging, pleading.

Cowboys finger had found her sex button and had begun rubbing it. Round and round, then across it, hard and rough. There was no finesse to his groping, no pattern, and she ground her hips down when her Master gave a slight, nodding assent.

“May i cum, please Master?” she said, her voice whisper quiet.

“Cowboy, that slut on your lap wants to cum all over your hand. How do you feel about that? ”  Master was the epitome of sincerity.

“Shore she can, c’mon lil filly, let ‘er rip…”

As the orgasm rolled through her, he shoved three fingers up inside of her as he separated his legs, opening her wider. She was lost in the grip of a powerful cum, feeling it splashing from her pussy, wetting his fingers, his hand as he shoved his thick, work-toughened fingers up her fuckhole.  She wanted more, more of this rough handed dude. She ground down, her orgasm rolling through her.

Spent, she would have fallen forward, but for the hand holding her up by her tit.

“Thank you Master, and thank you, Sir,” she murmured, as her head fell back against Cowboys shoulder.

“Oh, but you are not done yet, little fucktoy,” her Master said. “Get your ass down there between our friends legs and clean up. Clean up his fingers, his hand, and his jeans. You suck that pussy cum right off that denim, got me, slut?”

Silently she nodded. Sliding off Cowboys lap, she knelt on the floor between his legs, taking his hand in hers and guiding it to her mouth.

She felt the wetness on the floor and knew it to be her own juices that she was kneeling in. She had a moments gratitude that He’d not made her lick it up from the disgustingly dirty floor. She sucked Cowboys fingers clean, one at a time, and lapped at the webbing between.

She licked his palm, the back of his hand, until all traces of her juice were removed. He moaned as she slowly pulled her lips from his fingers.  Finding the big wet spot on his jeans,  she placed her lips upon it and began sucking and licking it.

His hand came down on her head, holding her against his crotch as he moaned once again.

“GAWD” he grated out, his head thrown back, teeth clenched,  even as he pressed her harder  into his groin,  overwhelmed by the sensation of her mouth, and the teasing rasping as her lapping tongue stroked across the wet denim.

“Fuckin’ A, friend, i shore do hope that mouth gets put to more use, and soon!!”

“Soon enough, my friend,” He reassured Cowboy.  “She knows she needs to clean up first. Then we’ll see what other goodies she can offer to you.”

She felt Masters eyes on the back of her head as she worked. Her pussy throbbed.

She wondered exactly what ‘goodies’ He was talking about.

She didn’t have long to wait.

*** *** ***

Master bid her to rise, and drink her beer. She rose, carefully, her knees aching from kneeling so long.

She sipped at the beer, made a face.

“Don’t dawdle,” Master ordered, gesturing for her to drink up. She grimaced, then chugged down the last of the vile stuff. He took a hank of hair, and pushed her forward towards the bar’s exit sign, glowing a lurid neon red in the dark and smokey room.

He bobbed his head towards the older fellow who’d been watching the action here at this table for the last hour, and Cowboy. The age-old  gesture was universally known, and the two men rose and began to move towards the exit.

His slut was quiet, and He felt the shiver run through her. She knew He wasn’t done yet.

Smart cunt.

He’d parked the truck purposely ’round back, where the trees broke the parking lot light into dense shadow.  He popped the back open, and turning her to face Him, he lifted her up onto the tailgate.

She saw that company had come to visit right off. Her gaze flew to His face. Before she could open her mouth, He told her gruffly to shut the fuck up.

She fell silent but He saw the worry. The nerves. And the lust. She could hide it from many, but not Him. This was pure fantasy come to life for her.

And Him.

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The three men gathered around her in the back of the truck. He’d put down boards and a sponge mat earlier today, knowing that His own knees weren’t up for much hard surface.

“G’on and make her nekkid,” He said, watching as Cowboy, and their new guest, Blake, began touching her avidly. He reached up to the corner, and grabbed his rope, and took her hands. He wound it round her wrists, between her hands, over her hands, effectively embalming her fingers. He tied off the rope tightly over her head as she lay stretched out and bare.

They’d solved the problem of the blouse by ripping it from her, using Cowboys knife to help part reluctant seams.

Oh, this just got better and better.

He drew a condom from his back pocket, handed it to Blake, who grinned.

“Like a man who comes prepared,” he laughed as he tore open the foil pack and rolled the rubber over his dick. “Any special order You want this in?” he asked.

He shook his head. He wanted to see how it all played out first.

“I’m going to watch you two for a while.”

“Drinkin’ it all in, eh? She’s a fine lookin’ whore.” Blake slapped her belly. “On your knees, cunt. Oh, quit whinin, you’ll figure it out.” He spoke curtly as she strugged to obey with her hands tied to the crossbar.

Cowboy crawled up to her head and took her head in his hands, his stiff cock pulsing visibly. “I’ma gonna use this lil whore’s pie hole, but good…” and he slid  his pole between her lips.

“Fight my cock, you dirty lil whore,” he ordered. She tried to clamp her mouth shut and he shoved hard against her lips. She felt and tasted the drop of precum that lubed against her lips, felt her teeth cut at the inside of her lip as he battered her mouth.

At the same time, she felt the other strangers fingers probing her wet pussy, smearing her juice up to her asshole. Gawd…he was going to fuck her asshole?! She wanted to yell, to cry to her Master, but she’d been told to obey and she was so well-trained.

A thick finger poked into her tailpipe.

She moaned, and Cowboy pressed hard against her lips, popping the head of his dick into her mouth. She thought fleetingly of struggle, even knowing it was impossible; but as Cowboys cock filled her mouth, pressed toward the back of her throat, all she could focus on was breathing.

He took advantage of that,  sliding  a second finger into her ass. Pushing, stretching, twisting, he loosened her reluctant butthole. In one fluid, forceful motion, he slid his fingers out and his cock in. He might have been an older guy, but he had experience on his side, and his cock slid home in two strokes.

She moaned around the cock in her throat, making Cowboy groan. “oh HOT baby, so fuckin’ hot, your lil whore mouth, cm’mmmmmmon whore, suck it suck it.” He pulled out, slamming roughly back into her face, his fingers tangled in her hair. Spit glued hair to her cheeks, irritating. She could barely breathe, and her ass was on fire as she was taken from opposite ends, simultaneously.

Her Master was nearby, she knew, but she trembled from the stranger fucking. Fantasy blurred under realities relentless  onslaught. Her ass stretched, accepting, her throat gagged, but her tongue lapped each time the shaft in her mouth pulled out.

And she needed to cum.

His voice surrounded her.

“My fuckin’ lil whore, look at you, taking two strange dicks in your slutty dirty holes. My dirty nasty whore, look at you….you need to cum all over the place don’t you, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Then cum, whore, cum for your Master!”

She spurted, her pussy convulsing, as tears of relief, pain, ecstasy, lust coursed down her face.

When they were done, they collapsed into a pile of mixed bodies.

He helped their guests out of the truck, watching them weave their way back into the bar.

He watched as they stopped to collect the drunk who had collapsed. Poor bastard, wait until they told him what he’d missed out on.

He untied her hands from the rod in the truck, but kept them bound. He hefted her over his shoulder, and pushed her into the passenger seat of the truck.

Putting the truck into gear, he headed home with a big smile on his face.

“Daddy’s turn next, slut,” He crooned at her. She was a delightful mess, makeup in ruins, body bare and showing signs of bruises already.

She was so fucking perfect!