by Nicola Diaz
“Here it is, big boy. Come get it.” I sat back and then waited for him to lick me. He crouched down and then ran his tongue along my plush pussy lips. It felt so good that I wanted to scream out, but I simply rubbed his head deeper against my flesh, instead.
“Yes, baby. That feels so good on my clit.” I arched my back and raised my pussy to reach his face. He continued to lick me, faster and faster. I cried out, realizing that I was actually about to have another orgasm. I thought back for a quick second about tall of the men who had never been able to satisfy me, all of the men who talked a big game but who fell short of producing anything. I finally felt like I had found a way to quench my thirst for sexual adventure. The sensations that I had now with one of the gang members nestled between my thighs was too much to even verbalize. All I needed to do was wholeheartedly enjoy it.
“Yes. Yes! I’m coming.” I clawed at the back of his head and came, in a hot juicy mess all over his face. He was surprised to see that I squirted so much, and it made the two of us smile with pleasure. He casually wiped off his face and then got up.
“That was something else.” He chuckled and then walked away toward the rest of the gang members. I looked up at the sky and tried to assess what time it was. I figured it was at least midnight, and I was even more exhausted now than I was before. The gang had assembled near their parked cars, and all of them were now fully clothed. I picked up my dress from the ground and tried to smooth it out enough to get it over my head.
“Well, this was an unexpected evening.” I laughed quietly to myself and then slid on my boots. The dress was a crumpled mess and several areas were ripped. I shrugged, deciding that even though it had been my favorite dress, it had been well served as the purple number that I wore for the wild occasion. The gang looked on from their cars, all of them ready to drive away. The air was much colder now, and a shiver crept into my bones.
I started to walk away and then stopped. It seemed funny to think that we would all act awkward toward each other now, but I felt somewhat shy and reserved all of a sudden. I figured that when we were all caught up in the moment, it was easy not to feel ashamed or embarrassed. Now that we were faced with our own separate realities, it was easier to feel like the entire situation had been somewhat precarious, somehow dangerous and dirty.
I was just about to open the door to my car when I felt a strong hand on my forearm. It was Rico, and he looked at me with a serious expression. “Hey.” He cracked a wry smile and then folded his arms across his chest. The wind had picked up and a snowflake fell under the moonlight.
“Hey.” I smiled back and then tapped my foot, wondering what he had to say.
“Listen. You got lucky tonight. I mean, I don’t want to scare you or nothin’, but this is a rough part of town. These gangs don’t mess around, and you could have been hurt.” He widened his eyes with seriousness. I nodded my head, understanding that he was telling the truth.
“Where you from, anyway? Long Island?” He cocked his head and then sized me up again. I smiled and batted my lashes.
“New York City. Downtown.” I grinned and then looked at his face. He had a small scar above his left eye that gave him a somewhat threatening, but sexy look.
“And what brought you into Brooklyn on a lonely night, by yourself?” He gave me a quizzical expression and I laughed. I knew that he didn’t have time to listen to my long, drawn out story of sexual dissatisfaction and peculiar fetishes, so I simply blew off the question.
“It’s a long story. Believe me.” I laughed and then started to walk away again.
“Hey.” He called out to me. “Listen. I like you. You got guts. You should pop back over to our neighborhood some time. But when you do, come protected.” With that, he pulled out a small, shiny handgun that had the initials R.G. on the side. “It’s mine. But I got a bunch, so don’t worry.” He winked and I took the gun from him and held it in my hand.
“Just make sure you keep it in a safe place.” He nodded his head and then watched as I carefully slipped it into my purse.
“Thanks, Rico. I appreciate it. Maybe one of these days I’ll tell you a little more about me.” I cocked my head to the side and then gave him a casual wave. He nodded his head, waved back, and then silently walked away. My car was parked close by, and it was only a matter of seconds before I had the engine started, the heat blasted, and the radio tuned in. I wanted to make sure that I had a comfortable ride home.
As I backed out of my parking spot I realized that I had never been as sexually satisfied as I had been on this particular night. Even when I had been with men who were powerful and handsome, it was still not the same. For some reason it felt like I had reached a new level in understanding my own desires and my own curiosities. I imagined that moving forward, I would find myself in even more compelling situations, and that I might have to assess my comfort levels, yet again. But that was okay with me. At least I was learning.
I got to my apartment and unlocked the door. It was quiet in my building and I could still see the lights flickering out below. The snow had started to fall once more and I watched as people scurried to and fro under the street lights. I locked the door behind me and then made my way into my bedroom. I stood in front of my full-length mirror and gaped at my torn dress. It was soiled and torn, and my boots had several marks on them, as well.
I undressed and tossed the dress into my trash can, convinced that it would never be worn again. Then I turned on the shower water and let the bathroom steam up a bit before climbing into the tub. It felt good to let the warm water run down my back, and I washed off the many layers of cum that had formed a sticky film on my chest and on my face. I washed my hair and then got out, feeling refreshed and relaxed. I sat down on the end of the bed and then looked at my purse.
I leaned over and pulled the gun out that had been placed carefully into the side pocket. It was small, but the weight was heavy in my hand. I ran my fingers over the engraved letters, and recalled Rico’s face when he had first pulled me out from the harm of the gangs. I shook my head and smiled. What an adventure it had been. I leaned back on my bed and toyed with the gun. Then I sat it back inside my purse, curled under my silky covers, and drifted off to sleep.
THE END
SPECIAL PREVIEW
Enslave Me!
I stood in the cold, dim court-room, certain that I would find a way out of the mess that I had found myself in. I had always been able to find my way out of troublesome situations, and I assumed that this time would be no different. I watched patiently as my attorney shuffled through his paper-work, preparing for his final statement in the case. I hoped that he would come up with the right words to express my innocence in the case.
Bruce stood on the opposite side of the court-room, and I bristled very time I saw him turn and speak to his attorney. I wanted to know what they were plotting against me, but it was impossible to hear what was being said. I took a deep breath and decided that if my attorney did the best job he could, then there was nothing else that I could do. I had to simply let the chips fall where they would, and accept whatever verdict that was given.
The judge slammed his gavel down in one final demanding order. He had made up his mind, and for the crime of stealing Bruce’s business idea, I would be dealt out a severe punishment. It came as sort of a surprise. I knew that Bruce was a wealthy business-man, and I knew that he had sold a lot of his business ideas to other clients for a hefty price. Yet I wasn’t expecting him to turn so severely on me for my wrongdoings. Victorian England was not the place for punishments. I had heard of people accepting harsh punishments, and I didn’t want to be one of them.
My jaw dropped when I heard the judge’s order. Surely he wasn’t serious. I stood back, my hands folded in front of me, and hung down my head. The order called for slavery. It wasn’t unusual for such an order to be created as a means for paying off student loan debt, or even for paying a fine. Yet for stealing a business idea? And one that wasn’t even that unique, anyway?
I was both shocked and appalled. My cunning and stealthy ways failed me this time, and I wasn’t exactly sure how to react.
The judge declared that in one hour, I would either have to scrape up enough money to pay back the expense of stealing Bruce’s idea threefold, or I would be enslaved under Bruce’s specific precepts. They must have known that this would put me in an immovable situation. I had nowhere near the amount of financial assets that they required, and I had nobody to procure them from, either. I felt at once hopeless and frightened.
As I stood in the court-room, watching a light rainfall over the dark and gloomy streets of England, I tried to think of how this would play out. Where would I be taken? How would I be able to endure the severity of the punishment? I hoped that they would have some mercy on me as a first-time convict, but I couldn’t place all of my hope in such a thought. I would have to be as well-prepared for whatever they instituted as possible. I would have to move forward and be strong about whatever happened.
As the judge gathered his papers and stepped down from the platform, I stood in silence. Bruce and his attorney shook hands and then started to walk out of the court-room. I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath. Then I slowly approached them. “Bruce. Excuse me.” I batted my eyelashes and flicked my long blond hair over my shoulders. I knew that men found me stunningly attractive, so I assumed I could win over Bruce’s mercy.
My attorney stood to the side, knowing that I was both fearful and frustrated with the verdict. He watched silently as I stood next to Bruce, waiting patiently for his attention. When he finally turned around I smiled, but he grimaced and then laughed. “You don’t really think that you could win me over with those big eyelashes and that fake smile of yours, do you?” He was a big man, with a bald head and broad shoulders. I flinched when he spoke to me, a little bit defeated by his response. I did think that I could win him over. Maybe I just needed to use more of my charms.
“Look, Bruce. I’m only human, and we all make mistakes.” I pushed out my large breasts, having always been able to get a man’s attention and forgiveness with just a few glimpses at my buxom figure. He only laughed again. I fluffed out my hair and then smiled, seductively. It didn’t seem to be working. This was unusual for me because I had always been able to get a man’s attention and use it for my benefit.
“I could have any woman in England, Chloe. And believe me when I tell you that I don’t find thievery becoming on any female, including you. But you’ll see. One day you’ll realize that you messed with the wrong person.” He placed his hands on his hips and then shook his head. “To think that you actually thought you could rip off my idea and get away with it is just appalling. But I’ll get over it.” He chuckled and then spun around.
My attorney approached me and put his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off. “Slavery? Thanks a lot. You could have gotten me out of this, but you failed me.” I was furious. The judge waited outside of the court-room and watched as the sheriff handcuffed me and led me to the front of the holding cell. My attorney followed, shaking his head. He looked defeated and frustrated.
“Chloe, I tried as best as I could. But what you did was hard to defend, and even with all of the strings I pulled, there just wasn’t any way for me to get around this sentence. I’m so sorry. But I think you’ll be okay.” He watched me with a forlorn expression as the sheriff dragged me away. He turned the key and unlocked the cell door, as I stood looking at the empty space. There was one small metal bench inside, a sink, and a toilet. I turned around and then watched as the sheriff locked me in.
“Bruce is filling out some paper-work. When he’s finished, which should be in about an hour, you’ll be police-escorted to his mansion, and led inside. You are to remain silent at all times. As soon as he opens the door to his mansion, you will be handed over to Bruce. He will be given the key to the handcuffs, and then your slavery sentence will begin.” The sheriff spoke briefly to me and then walked away. I looked at the sink, and then looked at the toilet. It was damp and dingy. I tried to close my eyes and wish the entire scenario away, but it was no use.
I sat on the bench and pulled my knees to my chest. It was cold in the cell, and I was hungry. I waited for the sheriff to come back, and about two hours later, he returned. He unlocked the cell with his large, metal key and led me out to the corridor. Bruce stood with his hands on his hips, a folder tucked underneath his arm. He watched as the sheriff opened up the back of his police vehicle and ushered me inside. I sat down on the back seat and looked out the window. A crowd was gathered outside of the court-house, and they all had pensive looks on their faces.
The drive to Bruce’s mansion was long and silent. All I could hear was the squeaking of the windshield wipers on the glass, and the sound of horns blaring in the distance. I closed my eyes temporarily, trying again to will the scenario away. When I opened them, we were in Bruce’s circular driveway. His property was finely landscaped, and the mansion stood alone, perched atop a hill that overlooked the rest of England. I waited quietly as the sheriff opened up the back door and led me to Bruce’s steps.
“She’s all yours now.” The sheriff grinned at Bruce and then turned around and got back into his car. “If you run into any problems, feel free to dial the station. Someone is there twenty-four hours a day to answer calls.” The sheriff tipped his hat and then got back inside his car. He started his engine and then pulled out of the driveway and into the dark and rainy afternoon. Bruce tugged at my wrists and then directed me into his home. He used a remote and suddenly the large, wooden doors opened. We entered a large, marble foyer, and then Bruce clicked the remote once more to close the doors.
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