TEASED, TIED AND TORMENTED

by Teased, Tied

  “It’s good to have friends like that, Jorge.” She was worried where this was going.

  “He tells me everything.”

  “Everything? That’s a part of my life that I am ashamed of.”

  “That was nothing for you to be ashamed of, Collette. It was a very mature and intelligent way to handle the situation you were in. You know the way this company is run by men. You dealt with it on your own terms and lived with your actions. Most women would have anguished over the years at their decision; you put it out of your mind.”

  She never thought of it that way before. It never bothered her after he left, not even remembering it until Jorge brought it up. “Thank you, you are correct.”

  “If you go to Barcelona, you might be confronted with the same situation. Would you deal with it any differently?”

  Does he know something I don’t? “I don’t think so. I have learned to live with the actions of the men here for years. I can do the same there.”

  “You will do what’s required of you?”

  She didn’t know what required meant, but she would be able to handle any situation. “Yes and still hold my head up proudly.” She waited a minute before she asked it. “Would you be willing to stick your neck out for me, Jorge?” She shouldn’t ask him to do this, but it was the only way.

  “Only if we can test your expected theory?”

  “My theory, which theory?” She was confused.

  “That you would do what was required of you.”

  “What would be required of me by you?” It was suddenly dawning on her.

  “You would take off all of your clothes right now in front of me. Then you would come over here and kneel next to my chair. You would take out my cock and use your mouth to make me cum. Cum in your mouth so you can swallow it.” He reached down and rubbed his cock.

  She couldn’t believe he was so detailed. It wasn’t something that just came to his head this very minute. This had been planned or at least was in his imagination for a long time. She was coming face to face with the reality of the situation. It was like the time with Julien, but that was a little different. He forced her, each time the act more demeaning. She knew exactly what she would have to do and how. It had been over five years since she had been with a man. All except when Julien masturbated her. She never liked taking a man in her mouth, even refusing her husband from shooting into her mouth. Yet, she would have to do it all to a man that she had no sexual interest in, an older man that was only interested in her pleasuring him orally. “I would have the job if I complied with your commands tonight?” She couldn’t believe she was negotiating a blowjob with her boss this late at night.

  “Every Friday night until you leave, Collette. I am risking a lot; I want fond memories of what you gave me in return.”

  “I’ll leave in a month; you wouldn’t prolong it so you can force me to suck you off longer?”

  “You put it so eloquently, Collette. Yes, four Friday nights of you on your knees, naked with your mouth wrapped around my cock. I will enjoy watching you swallow my cum. I have been told that my sperm is very copious.”

  She couldn’t believe she said it, but the words blurted out of her mouth before she could change her mind. “We have a deal.”

  “We only have a deal when you swallow my first load of cum tonight, Collette. Until then, it is a pending contract. Lock the door and close the blinds. Then you can take off your clothes, Collette. I have imagined what you look like beneath that tight sweater and skirt. Tonight I will see it.”

  She turned, closing the blinds on the two windows. The lock clicking made it so final. She turned toward him, whispering to herself. I’m doing it for the girls.

  He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. Corporate would love her once she got there. She stood before him, long legs revealed beneath the short skirt, silky stockings almost shining. Her tight skirt hugged her hips, Jorge remembering her pert ass when he was behind her today in the hallway. And those lovely tits. Even at her age, they stuck up like a schoolgirl’s, hard and pointed beneath the cashmere sweater. Soon he would have her naked, letting her leave on the garter, nylons and heels. It would make her look even nuder.

  It was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She stood in front of him, Jorge pulling out his chair from behind the desk so she could kneel subserviently and suck his prick. She started with her sweater, pulling it up until it slid over her breasts, Collette wishing she hadn’t worn such a sexy bra, as though she did it for him. Her view of Jorge was blocked for a moment as she pulled it over her head, thankful she didn’t have to see his face as he saw her bra-encased breasts revealed. She put it down on the table, turning to face him, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled to fill her lungs. She hated that when she reached back to unsnap her bra, it arched her back and forced her breasts out to him brazenly. The bra released instantly, one hand holding it over her breasts, the other taking the shoulder straps down.

  “Show me your lovely breasts, Collette.” Jorge was eager and so was his cock.

  She moved the bra away from her breasts, her hands holding the bra at her side, as she stood there in front of him, naked to the waist. She couldn’t help that her lungs refused to fill with air, her breasts heaving as she struggled to breathe. She finally threw the bra on the table.

  She had large, brown nipples, not surprised that they were already hard. He suspected that she didn’t hate this as much as she would like. “I’m going to play with the nipples while you suck my cock, Collette. I bet I can make them bigger and harder by the time I cum in your mouth.”

  It only got worse; his hands would molest her while she was attending to the demeaning task of orally satisfying him. Her hands were shaking when they went to her skirt, the one button and the hiss of the zipper the only sound besides her heavy breathing. The skirt fell to the floor. She bent over to pick it up, pulling her legs out of it quickly when she realized how she must look with her naked breasts hanging down like udders. The panties were next. Her hands slid into the waistband, pausing to gain her nerve. She slid them down over her hips, feeling the strange, erotic touch in her pubic hair follicles as the panties slid over her blonde bush. Why did I feel that this time? She let the panties slide to the floor, this time not making the same mistake, pulling her feet out of them and kicking them to the side. She didn’t know how she was going to take off the nylons without sitting down and making a spectacle of herself. She was relieved of that decision when Jorge said it.

  “Leave your nylons, garter belt and heels on. But walk around the room a couple of times so I can watch the way your naked body moves.” His cock grew harder and thicker as she walked around the room. He loved it when he saw her ass, the muscles in her buttocks undulating erotically as she moved. Her breasts had very little sag in them, in spite of her age and the two girls, bouncing gently as she walked. She kept her body in shape, though he was sure that she was not seeing any men. What a waste of a beautiful body. Barcelona would make sure that she never had that problem again. This was just the beginning of what she would have to submit to. Venezuelan men knew how to handle a girl, not like the Americans. Too much women’s liberation here, not enough domination and submission.

  In spite of hating what she was forced to do, she strutted her naked body around the room, her back erect, her breasts pushed out, her legs kept straight as she walked. She hated the feeling between her legs. She felt her pussy grow moist as she walked. He was humiliating her, and she was growing aroused. She would rather walk around the room and let him look at her instead of what she had to do. She cringed when she heard his voice.

  “Over here, Collette. Kneel at my feet so you can begin to worship my cock.” He felt like a king about to be serviced by the beautiful peasant girl. He watched as her naked body curled up at his feet. He spread his legs so she was in between them. “You have two kids, Collette. You know where a cock is. Get it and go to work. I want a good blowjob. Slow with lots of tonguing and sucking.”

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nbsp; Her hands went to his pants, undoing the belt buckle, undoing the button. She could see his cock stirring beneath the pants, bigger than she expected, afraid of having to take something that big in her mouth. She pushed the pants down, Jorge obliging, raising his ass up so she could pull them down. She stopped when they were below his knees and out of the way. He was wearing boxers, the head of his cock already peeking out as if it was looking for her. He was much darker in complexion than she was. At least he wasn’t fat. Her hand ran up his leg, touching his balls first, feeling them through his shorts. She squeezed them gently, Jorge spreading his legs wider to give her room. She could feel how hot and heavy they were, filled with the foul cum he would dump in her belly. He probably hadn’t masturbated or fucked for a long time, wanting a full load in his balls for her. Her hand crept up until she felt the base of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, making it stand up in his shorts. That wasn’t even possible, the cock too long. She wiggled it until the head popped out of the hole in his boxers. It was big. The head was like a swollen ball, red, almost purple. It was smooth with a thick ridge around it. Her fingers wrapped around it to control it, feeling it jump in her hands the minute she touched it.

  “Yes, you know how to handle a man’s cock, Collette. I knew you had it in you. I can’t wait to feel your mouth around it.” Jorge moved his ass up until she drew his shorts down, spreading his legs wider as she held his twitching cock in two hands. Two soft, female hands.

  He was naked from the waist down, her face only inches from his cock, her hand holding it up like a spear, two heavy balls laying on the chair beneath him, a black, thick bush of pubic hairs covering them. She hoped she could keep them from her mouth, afraid of choking on them. She moved closer to it, inhaling the sharp odor of his cock. She let her hand do the work on the shaft, running it slowly up and down, feeling the thick veins beneath her fingers. Her fingers tightened on the thick ridge, running one finger over the head, a sharp fingernail running over his piss hole until she was rewarded with a drop of hot precum that stuck to her finger. There was no use getting disgusted because it was on her hands, he would finish in her mouth, a task that she didn’t relish performing. With her finger slick, she worked on the head, covering it with the shiny cum, seeing how sticky it was.

  He thought he would have to instruct her, but Collette was working on him as if she were enjoying it. Maybe she was. Maybe she just needed to be forced to perform. He felt her sharp nail on the delicate head of his cock, but instead of pain, he felt a tremor of excitement like nothing before. She extracted drop after drop of precum from him until she had his corona glistening in the light. She surprised him again. Instead of sucking his cock, she began to lick it.

  She heard the animalistic groan of pleasure as soon as her tongue lashed at the thick shaft of his cock. She could taste his sweat and the strong aroma of his arousal, but instead of disgusting her, she found her senses aroused by being forced to orally service his cock. She blew on the head of his cock before her tongue touched it, holding it tight as her tongue licked a broad swath across it, her taste buds flooded with the flavor of his precum. She should have grimaced in disgust, but she kissed the tip of his cock with her lips, her tongue finally snaking out from between her lips, the pointed tip wiggling back and forth over his piss slit until she felt the hot precum coat her tongue. She brought her tongue into her mouth, savoring the pungent odor and salty taste of his cum. What am I becoming?

  She was cheating. He never expected her to perform so energetically.

  “OOOOHH,” Collette sighed when the head of his cock touched her satin lips, Collette licking them wet just before her head moved forward to take him inside her mouth. It was so degrading and lewd as the spongy head of his cock slid through her lips to sit heavily on her tongue. A new and profuse precum leaked from the head onto her waiting tongue. She hated to admit that it didn’t taste so bad. It was thick and salty, but it was the idea that she was being forced to do this that excited her. She looked up at him, the head of his cock in her mouth. How obscene did I look? Her tongue went to work on the head, swirling around it until she tasted more of his sperm leaking out.

  “You are such a delicious sight, Collette. Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock as your tongue delights it. You were made to suck cock, Collette. I will look forward with great expectations to my Friday nights for the next month.

  She hated what he said, but she continued with her job, her head moving forward as she took more of him in her mouth. She could feel the thick ridge of his cock pushing her lips open wider, stretching them, his heated flesh filling her oral cavity with his demanding cock. She pulled it out a bit; then pushed it back in, this time feeling the bumpy shaft of his cock sliding unevenly over her lips, the head of his cock sliding over her slick tongue. Her mouth began to fill with his cock, her lips stretched wide, her cheeks pushed out by the thick head, her tongue swirling everywhere to give him the pleasure that he desired. She began to rock her head forward and back, his cock sliding in her mouth as if it were her pussy. She made her lips tight, like a virgin pussy, bobbing up and down until she felt the thick head push to the back of her mouth. It plugged the opening of her throat, holding it there for a second as if he was doing that and she had to fear that he would fuck her throat. She felt strong fingers reach down and grab her nipples, pinching and pulling them as if he were milking them. They swelled and grew harder from the rough handling, all the while her head bobbed up and down. His cock leaked more cum in her mouth, her spit and the cum mixed to fill her with the taste of his manhood.

  “Yes, that’s it, suck my cock, Collette.” Jorge grew excited, hating that she would be making him cum so soon.

  Collette opened her mouth wider, her jaws aching, but she continued to bob her head to take full strokes of his cock deep into her mouth. She lapped at his cock like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk. She could feel the rising sexual tension in Jorge. The head of his cock was growing bigger, his breathing heavy. She was growing used to sucking his cock, the huge cock gliding over her tongue to smash into the back of her mouth, Collette pulling her head away until only her lips captured the head, sucking it deep with powerful pressure. Her hand crept between his legs again, fingers searching out the mysterious balls that floated in the hot, wrinkled bag. She began to milk them gently, urging the cum out and into her willing mouth. She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to be forced to swallow it, sitting heavily in her belly as a reminder of the perverted act he made her perform.

  Jorge held out as long as he could, but Collette was too good. Next week he would cum the day before, hoping he could last longer, enjoying watching her kneel naked and suck his cock. “Get ready, Collette. I have a big load of cum for you. Take it all in your mouth, but don’t swallow it until I tell you.”

  Hot, milky cum jetted into her mouth. She grabbed his cock with one hand, pumping into her willing mouth as the first jet of cum scalded her tongue. She couldn’t believe it was so much. It flooded her, and she had to hold it in her mouth until he gave her permission to swallow it. She was sure that she would choke to death by the time her hand urged a second load of cum from his spewing cock. It coated the inside of her mouth, covering her teeth and gums with the pasty cum. By the time the third load filled her mouth, her cheeks bellowed out to contain the copious amount of cum that shot into her mouth.

  “EEEE, takeeee it all, Coolleetttee. Take my cum in your mouth.

  He watched with rapt attention as her mouth filled with his cum, seeing her holding it in her mouth as he came repeatedly. His milky white cum leaked down her chin, her nostrils flaring as she tried to fill her lungs through her nose.

  Collette was ashamed that she was feeling something that she never expected. Her pussy was heated, wishing she could masturbate while he was cumming in her mouth and explode with pleasure. How can I be feeling such pleasure at being forced to take his cum in my mouth? His cock was beginning to shrink in her mouth, Collette slowly pushing it out, her lips cla
mped tight to keep the mouthful of cum from escaping. She finally pulled back, her head held back to keep it from escaping.

  “Open your mouth and show me all my cum, Collette.”

  She did as he ordered, sticking her tongue out, feeling it covered with a thick blanket of cooling cum.

  “Swallow now, Collette. Let it all settle into your belly until I can fill you again next Friday.”

  She gulped and swallowed, but the cum was so thick, feeling it slide slowly down into her gullet. She had some cum on her hands, licking her fingers until they were clean. She despised what she had to do but enjoyed being forced to do it. Am I as perverted as he is?”

  * * *

  She was ashamed when next Friday came. She should be feeling degraded at having to perform oral sex on Jorge, but her pussy was wet all day. He was forcing her to suck his cock and that made her excited. She knocked on his door after everyone else had gone.

  “Come in, Collette.” Jorge put his work away; it was time for pleasure.

  She stood in front of his desk as he slid his chair to the side. She knew what she had to do, but she asked him first. “Have you heard about the job, Jorge?”

  “No, but they will decide by next Friday. Get naked and come over here and suck my cock.” He watched her as she slowly stripped naked for him. The sweater freed her naked breasts to his gaze. The skirt was next, rubbing his cock as she slid her panties down. She stopped, standing there in her garter belt and nylons. She walked over to him, her hands opening up his pants, Jorge aiding her as she slid them down his legs. She knelt at his feet, his cock springing up erect to tent out his shorts as her hands slid into his shorts. “AAAAHHh!” He cried out when her silky hands gripped his cock and took it out.

  She guided his throbbing meat between her parted lips, inhaling the scent of his arousal. She felt the humiliation as the hot flesh slid through her soft lips. Her fingers held his shaft tight, running her tongue nervously over the head that was trapped in the hot confines of her mouth. She felt it responding to her tongue, sucking it deeper into her mouth as her hand began to stroke the shaft. The first drop of precum sat heavily on her tongue, but the shame of his cum leaking in her mouth sent her pussy dripping down her thighs.