TEASED, TIED AND TORMENTED

by Teased, Tied

  Teased, Tied & Trained

  Powerone

  ISBN 9781615084159

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  Copyright © 2011 Powerone

  This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.

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  A Sizzler/Submission Novel of Bondage

  CHAPTER 1

  Coming of Age for Lola

  Lola knew he was home, going to her room, excited at what she was going to do. It was her eighteenth birthday today, and instead of getting a gift, she was going to give a special one to Salvador. Salvador lived next door to them for over three years. He was Nicaraguan. He was twenty-eight, she asked him one time. His dark skin was so sexy to Lola, his big chest and thick muscles made her go weak in the knees when she saw him. He was handsome, in a rough sort of way and that is what made her grow wet each time he said something to her.

  Salvador moved in next-door right after her father died. He began to take a liking to Lola, though he tried to hide it, but he couldn’t hide the bulge in his pants each time he saw her. She suspected it was because she was under age and he was twenty-eight, but that excuse vanished today. She was now legal. Her window opened up to his bedroom. A few times she opened her blinds as soon as she got home, giving him a few moments to notice. She had seen him peeking out his window at her, but after a few minutes, he closed his blinds. She hoped he wouldn’t do that today.

  It was overcast today, so she turned on the light in her room. She didn’t look out the window, her heart racing, her breathing ragged, hoping he was watching. She stood in front of her closet, far enough away from the window so he could see her entire body except for her feet. She was wearing a white button-down blouse and her plaid skirt, the strict attire of the school. Only one more week of school until she was finished. She turned sideways so he could see her profile, pushing out her chest, Lola never believing her breasts were big enough, not like her older sister. She put her arms high up in the air as if she were stretching, feeling her firm breasts push up high. She turned toward the window, Salvador’s shades open, but the room was dark. She thought she saw movement when she turned toward it, seeing the corner of the drapes move. He was there, hiding to the side of the window, but he was looking. She struggled not to grin as her fingers nervously went to her blouse, opening up the top button, moving down, each button hard for her trembling fingers to open. She felt the cool air blowing over her cleavage, her sexy, lacy bra revealed as she pushed the two sides of her blouse open. She undid the cuffs of the blouse then slowly and deliberately pushed the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. She went over to the closet and took out a hanger, casually hanging it up. She could feel her nipples throbbing to unbelievable hardness beneath the thin bra as she stood so he could see her firm breasts restrained by the sexy bra. She took a deep breath, thrusting her chest out for him to see.

  She hoped he wouldn’t be able to see the stain on her panties when she took them off, for she was soaking wet from what she was doing. No boy had ever seen her like this, not even a male doctor; her doctor was female. She bent over facing the window, slipping off her shoes, but she knew her hanging breasts were almost spilling out of her bra. She took her time, one shoe then the next, rising up slowly, her chest heaving with desire. She took a deep breath, turning sideways as she reached behind to find the catch on the bra. With practiced fingers, she unsnapped the bra strap, one hand holding the front of the bra over her breasts, the other hand slipping the shoulder straps down her arms until only her hand was holding the bra over her breasts. She could feel her nipples pounding with blood beneath her hands. She faced the window, closed her eyes and let the bra fall to the floor. Her hands clenched at her sides in fists, a flush coming over her body, the gentle breeze blowing on her nipples like a hard wind. She could imagine him peeking out the window, his hand stroking that big cock as he watched her strip for him. If only he would let her stroke his cock, he could teach her to pleasure him. She was eager to learn, she just needed a man to teach her, not the boys at school.

  She opened her eyes, her hands reaching up to her nipples, stroking the turgid nipples, the pleasure racing through her breasts. Her hand went to the button on the side of the skirt, opening it, the zipper sounding so loud as she pulled it down. She trembled as she stood there, finally getting the nerve, letting the skirt slide to the floor at her feet. She stood half-naked, only a pair of panties and knee socks covering her body. She could imagine Salvador stroking his cock harder the more she bared her body to him. Could I make him cum from seeing me naked?

  “Anyone home?”

  Her sister’s voice shocked her back to reality. She was standing half-naked in front of an open window, rushing over quickly to pull the shade down as she heard the footsteps approaching the door.

  Cherry didn’t bother to knock, opening the door, looking at her as Lola stood half-naked in front of her sister. “I didn’t think you were home; you didn’t answer.”

  “I was getting changed. Don’t I have any privacy, Cherry? Can’t you knock before you come in? After all, I’m a grown woman today. I’m eighteen.”

  Cherry was two years older than her sister. Lola was an introvert, Cherry an extrovert. It wasn’t that Lola wasn’t cute; she was shy with boys, not like Cherry. Cherry could wrap a boy around her finger in a minute, making them do her bidding as they fawned all over her. She was sure that Lola was a virgin, too afraid to let a boy feel her up, never mind fuck her. “Happy birthday, Sis. Mom will be home soon, and then we are going out for your birthday dinner.” Her body wasn’t bad, Cherry had not seen Lola naked for a long time.

  “Get out and let me get dressed.” She pushed Cherry out the door, feeling ashamed as she looked at her naked breasts. Damn, damn. Her present for Salvador was ruined by her sister. She hoped that he didn’t think she caught him peeping on her and she closed the blinds.

  Fuck, she had a hot body, Salvador pulling his cock out of his pants as Lola began to strip for him in her window. He stroked his long organ when she bared her breasts, Salvador imagining what it would be like if he placed his cock between those teen breasts and masturbated as he folded the flesh around his cock. He grew more excited when she took off her skirt, nice legs and the bulge in her panties showed that she still had a bush. Suddenly, he heard shouting and the blind closed suddenly. It was her sister, Cherry, coming home at an inopportune time and ruining it for him. He didn’t let that stop him, stroking his cock a little more until he closed his eyes as the cum shot out of his cock and landed with a thud on the wooden floors. He continued to stroke it until his balls were empty, imagining that it was Lola’s soft hands on his cock that made him cum. So she was eighteen now. With a body like the one he saw, it was time to teach her to pleasure a real man, not the boys she went to school with.

  Lola was so horny, but she was afraid to masturbate with her sister in the other room. She got dressed begrudgingly, though she wanted to be naked and spread on the bed for Salvador to see her masturbate for him. It sounded like a great idea, but she didn’t think she could do that. It took her long enough to get as far as she did today, stopped at the last minute from baring her sex to him by her sister.

  * * *

  Salvador knew she would be coming home soon from school and that Cherry and her mother wouldn’t be home for a while. He was sitting on the stoop of his house, only inches from the sidewalk. He saw her coming down the street, his cock already hard at the visions in his head of her half-naked body, imagining what he would do to her. She went to the private school, very conservative, but they insisted that the girls wear the traditional schoolgirl outfi
ts that were loved by pedophiles worldwide. Like her mother and sister, she had honey blonde hair, cut short. The closer she came, the more pronounced was the gentle sway of her breasts beneath the simple white blouse. Not even the knee socks could cover up the long, lean legs disappearing beneath the plaid skirt. He had seen her many times walking away, the way her hips swung so erotically, though Salvador suspected that she didn’t even realize how sexy she was. She was carrying two sacks of groceries, smiling as she saw him.

  She stopped almost in front of him. “Hello, Salvador.” Her knees were weak, afraid he was disappointed in what he saw of her yesterday. Maybe he wanted Cherry instead of her.

  “You look pretty today, Lola. It’s almost like I am seeing you in a new light,” he hinted at her exhibitionism yesterday. He saw her blush as soon as he said it. He was carrying a yardstick, using it like a pointer. He pushed it out in front of him until he found the bottom of her skirt. He began to push it up, revealing more of her long, naked legs to him.

  She looked down, a yardstick tickling her leg before it hooked into the hem of her skirt. Salvador began to pull her skirt up, Lola’s hands filled with the grocery bags. “Pleassssee don’t,” she begged, but she didn’t put the bags down to push it away. She stared down as her skirt moved higher up her legs. Salvador was sitting on the bottom stoop of his house, almost staring up beneath her skirt. With it riding up higher, he was seeing a lot more. She looked around, thankful that no one else was around, but it was still too open, too many prying eyes in the neighborhood.

  “You have great legs, Lola. You need to show them off…. to me!” He pushed the skirt up until he could see the pure white panties beneath them; just like the pair he saw yesterday when she dropped her skirt. He could almost smell the girl in heat.

  “Not out here for everyone to see.” She looked around, Mrs. Johnston walking out her front door.

  “Want me to help you with your groceries, Lola?”

  She should say no and run away, but she was foolish. Foolish and horny. She knew he saw her half-naked, wishing she had gone through completely and showed her naked pussy to him. “That would be nice.” At least he had to put the yardstick down from under her skirt.

  Her body trembled when his hand touched hers, taking the bags from her. It was as though she was struck by lightning, his touch sending shocks through her skin. “Thank you, they were getting heavy.” She noticed he still carried the yardstick. He carried the bags as though they weighed nothing, the muscles in his arms so pronounced. She blushed when she saw the bulge in his pants, though she was so proud that she had caused such an erection. She just worried how big it was, Lola still a virgin, but she was hoping to get rid of that problem soon enough.

  She felt him behind her as she fumbled with the key in the lock. She hated that she was so nervous in front of him, wishing she were more like Cherry with boys, so comfortable and dominating them. She felt him move up behind her until she was trapped between him and the door. Then she felt it, his erection pushing up against her ass. She never felt anything so big or so hard. She bit her lip to stop the cry of surprise from her lips when somehow Salvador had made his cock twitch against her ass cheeks.

  “Need me to help you, Lola.” Salvador pushed into her ass cheeks, rubbing his hips from side to side until his cock jerked in unexpected pleasure.

  Thank God, the lock finally opened, Lola moving inside and away from him, her heart racing at the thought of his cock and how big it was. “I got it,” she said breathlessly. She held the door open, but her eyes went to the front of his pants. It was bigger, Lola almost able to see the outline of it in his pants. She was sure it moved again. She looked up, seeing Salvador staring into her eyes, a deep flush passing through her body as he caught her gazing lustily at his cock.

  “Yes you do, Lola,” he joked with her, seeing her shameful stare at his cock. She could have it anytime she wants. “Where should I put the bags?”

  “I-in the kitchen, on the c-counter,” her voice stammered. She felt him behind her, trying to control the sway of her ass, sure he thought she was doing it on purpose.

  He stood near her as she began to put the groceries away. She took the cans of tomatoes out of the bag, opening up the overhead cabinet, stretching to put them on the top shelf. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he moved close; the next thing she felt was the hard cock pushing against her ass cheeks. His hands slid up her side, Lola almost cumming when they slid along the side of her breasts and up her arms. Her nipples froze into sharp, sensitive tips that longed for his touch. She stretched on her toes to reach the high cabinet until his hands finally took the cans from her.

  “Don’t move,” he warned her. He put the cans on the shelf, Lola frozen in time, her arms still stretched to the top shelf, on her toes and her pert ass shoved against his cock. She had even stopped breathing. “Good girl.” His hands slid down her arms again, goose bumps appearing on her neck. He stopped when he got to her breasts, his hands on the sides of a lovely pair of young, firm tits. The position she was in pushed them out the front of her blouse, Salvador able to make out the nipples that grew hard and pointed.

  She felt his hands rubbing the sides of her breasts, Lola unable to breathe. No boy had ever touched them before; no man either. If his cock weren’t pinning her to the cabinet, her legs would have given out. She felt as if she was a fish, and his cock was the hook in her. His fingers moved forward along the side of her breasts, inching toward her aching nipples. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out more prominently, waiting, her breath taken away by his hands.

  “MMMMMM,” she cried out when fingers curled around the swollen tips of her breasts. She couldn’t believe it, but his cock jerked in pleasure as soon as his fingers touched her nipples. She felt the fingers gripping her nipples, the pressure increasing as they tightened like a vise. The blood pounded painfully in her nipples, the pleasure racing through her breasts and ending with the flood of wetness between her legs. If felt like he was squeezing the blood from her breasts and trying to force it all into the very sensitive tips as they swelled up, ready to explode.

  “Nice hard nipples, Lola. You liked it when I pinched harder.” He rubbed his cock from side to side on her ass cheeks as his fingers gripped her nipples tighter. He was rewarded with another moan of pleasure. It only made his fingers snap tighter on the sensitive nubs.

  The pain laced through her breasts when his fingers gripped her nipples like pliers. She had never felt anything like it before. His powerful fingers were crushing her nipples, his cock masturbating against her pinned ass, and all she felt was pleasure. How could this be? “AAAAHHHH!” She didn’t want him to stop. She even moved her ass against his cock, matching his twisting hips, feeling the hard cock jerk and shudder as it passed over the crack in her ass.

  He released her nipples, letting the blood rush back into the tips. Then his fingers found them again, this time yanking them out as they cruelly pinched the tips. Her cry was louder this time, her back arching out, her ass forced up against his cock. He wished he was naked and his cock could enter her. What would it be like to shove my cock into that lovely ass hole? Would she resist or would she succumb to me and let me have my way with her, taking my sodomizing cock deep into her bowels?

  It hurt worse when he released them and the blood poured into the tips with such sharp pain. She couldn’t believe her nipples were that sensitive or that erotic, afraid she would cum from just having her breasts manhandled by Salvador. His fingers found the nipples again, harder, pulling them until she felt them stretching beneath her blouse and bra, his fingers gripping them as if they were attached to them. She caught a reflection in the window of her stretched up tall and Salvador behind her with his hands mauling her breasts. If only she were naked and he was forcing his cock into her from behind and making her a woman. His fingers released her nipples, but his large hands encircled each of her breasts and clenched tight until her firm flesh was crushed beneath his powerful hands. He clenched and
unclenched on her breasts, not gentle like you see in the movies but hard and demanding as if he were punishing them. Yet, all Lola felt was pleasure.

  He finally released her breasts, his hands coming down to her hips, guiding her as he masturbated on her ass. “You’re hot as a firecracker, Lola.” He reluctantly pulled back from her, so she could continue putting the groceries away.

  Yes, she was hot, her pussy ready to explode, her panties were drenched in her juices. Her fingers could barely put the rest of the groceries away, finally down to the last item, the loaf of bread. Salvador was still behind her, watching her every move. She should have known when she bent over to put it into the large drawer beneath the counter. She pulled the drawer out, bending over when she felt his large hands grip her hips. It was only a second before the hardness of his prick touched her. She didn’t need to hear his words, her body frozen the minute he touched her.

  “Yes, I like that, Lola. Hold still. That’s the way a girl should be. Bent over with her ass out.” He held her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He began to move her hips, making her dance on his cock, masturbating himself with her luscious ass. “Bend over more, Lola and stick that cute ass up higher.”

  It was the most demeaning position she was ever in and the most exciting. His hands were guiding her hips as if he were fucking her from behind. Like an animal. His hand pushed down on her upper back, her ass rising up higher. She released the bread as she bent over submissively. She couldn’t stop him as he made her move against him, rubbing her ass against that massive cock.

  He leaned over her, his chest on her back. One hand slid under her until he captured one of her hanging tits, squeezing it as the other slid over one ass cheek, his cock still rubbing erotically against her ass cheeks. “Can you feel my cock, Lola? It wants inside your tight, little cunt.”

  Even his crude words couldn’t take away the pleasure she was feeling. His hands were everywhere, her breasts rudely and roughly fondled, his hand squeezing her ass cheek, her crack pulled open and his throbbing prick sliding along the deep crevice and sending shivers of forbidden lust when it passed over her anus. She was growing dizzy from the blood rushing to her head, but she didn’t care. All her attention was drawn to his cock, feeling it come alive on her ass, jerking and shuddering from the touch of her ass on it. She could only imagine how it looked, him humping her from behind. She never even considered such a situation, but here she was, bent over as Salvador dry fucked her from behind.