TEASED, TIED AND TORMENTED

by Teased, Tied

  Her mouth opened wide, and it seemed to suck all of his cock into her mouth. He looked into her eyes, seeing the shame of what she was doing, but he could also see that it was arousing her to be used in such a subservient way. He hoped that she would get the job in Barcelona; the other executives would teach her much more, Jorge still having to contend with the laws in the United States. Venezuela gave very little legal protection to women. It felt like a hot, tight vacuum when she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, the pressure intense. She might hate what she was doing, but she was skilled at it. He enjoyed the licking, nibbling and sucking of her mouth, her fingers dancing over his cock, tantalizing his cock as they moved up and down the shaft as her head began to bob back and forth erotically. He hated that his pleasure was already peaking, the girl just too good.

  “Take your hands away. Use just your mouth, Collette.” She put her hands down, sucking harder to keep his cock from slipping out of her mouth as she bobbed her head faster. “Look into my eyes, Collette. I want to see your face as you suck my cock.” As looked up, He stared into her wide-open eyes, his cock piercing her pink lips, her tongue lashing over the part of his cock captured in her mouth. He felt so powerful, making Collette suck his cock in return for a new job that would come with its own new problems.

  She hated that she felt the satisfaction of his cock penetrating her lips and that she was so skillfully sucking him. She never expected to do such a thing, not even with her husband, but she relished the role now. Without her hands, it made her arousal worse, forced to stare into his eyes, as she had to tighten her lips even more to keep the snarling cock from jumping lose. She saw the way he looked at her, as if she was a sex slave that’s only purpose was to give him his pleasure. She did everything to make him feel the same thing.

  Jorge could no longer contain his lust. He cried out, holding her head against his cock as he exploded in her mouth. He held her against him when she tried to push away.

  It was sooner than she expected, his cock spewing bitter, salty cum into her mouth. It was so thick that she choked, but he held her pinned against him as her mouth filled with jet after jet of hot, burning cum. She hated the taste, but her tongue licked at his cock as he discharged into her mouth, knowing that she was only kidding herself. She was learning to like drinking his cum. She struggled to keep the abundant juices in her mouth, knowing she couldn’t swallow it until he gave her permission.

  His fiery climax finally ended, but Collette’s tongue continued to run over his shrinking cock. He felt the mastery over her as he gave her permission. “You may swallow my spunk.” He saw her throat bob, hearing her gulping loudly, delighted that his cum was journeying deep into her belly. Even as she swallowed it all, her lips continued to hold his semi-erect cock in her mouth, her tongue licking up the last of the cum on it. He almost laughed at her, thinking that she would continue sucking his cock if he let her. “Very good, Collette. I can’t wait until next Friday.” But for now, he had to return to his wife.

  * * *

  He was almost as excited as she was when she walked into his office the next Friday. She could see it in his eyes and on his face. “Well?”

  “You leave in two weeks. Congratulations.”

  She knew only one way to thank him. She quickly stripped off her clothes and kneeled submissively at his feet. She took out his cock and went to work on it with a newfound enthusiasm. She licked and sucked with all her strength, even licking his shaft and down his balls, gagging on the pubic hairs that hung in her mouth, but she wanted to thank him the only way she knew how. She bathed his whole lower body with her wet tongue then went back to work on giving him the best blowjob he ever had.

  “Masturbate while you suck me off, Collette. I want you to cum when I do.”

  It was as if he gave her the greatest gift ever. Her fingers found her pussy drenched, Jorge watching her as she speared two fingers into her pussy and began to fuck herself in rhythm to her mouth sucking his cock. She held off as long as she could, until her loins ached for release. She came with him, her mouth flooded with his cum, her fingers flooded with her cum. It was the most satisfying orgasm she ever had, shamed that she got it from being forced to blow her boss.

  * * *

  Collette sat down with Cherry and Lola two days later. She wanted to get all the facts together before she did so. She was more pleased after she found out the details.

  “We leave in two weeks.” The girls yelled out at the same time.

  “No, I can’t leave that fast.” It was Cherry. “What am I going to do there?” Cherry hated her job here, hoping to find a rich boy that would keep her in the life of luxury that she wanted to grow accustomed to.

  “Where am I going to school?” Lola was accepted to the local university.

  “Slow down, let me explain. My job is Vice President of Finance. They are paying me three times what I make now. They have found me a small house for six months while I find something to buy. This is the chance of a lifetime for me. I struggled to provide for you since your father died. I am finally getting what I have been striving for so long.” If they only knew what I had to do to get the job.

  “Sorry, Mom. Congratulations. You deserve it.” Lola knew she was wrong to consider herself only.

  “Yes, great job, Mom.” Cherry felt sorry over the years for her mother. Since her father died, she never dated anyone, yet she was very attractive and for her age, she still had a great body. Maybe now she will find a man, but why in another country? Why Venezuela?

  “Thank you. I didn’t forget both of you. I made sure that you were taken care of.”

  “How?”

  “First you, Lola, since you are the youngest. You have been accepted at the International University of Barcelona. You can look at the brochures later, but its students are the cream of Venezuelan society and wealth. Barcelona has one of the largest harbors and yacht clubs in South and Central America. They send their sons and daughters there to study. It is very expensive and very selective. They teach most of their classes in English since business is conducted mostly in English, at least for the wealthy. Though you will have to learn Spanish if you want to live in the country.”

  Lola was hoping to go away to college or live away from home, wanting to be on her own. The school sounded good, much better than where she was going to go to.

  “I know what you are thinking. You’re wrong. You will be living on campus. I don’t want you underfoot any longer either,” Collette laughing, though she knew she would miss her. She saw the way her expression changed.

  “Now, that I like.” Lola was never happier, though she hoped that she would find the time to meet with Salvador in private before they left.

  “What about me?” Cherry wished she were as smart as Lola, but only one of them could have the brains; Cherry had the looks.

  “No more dead-end jobs for you. The company I work for is one of the directors that own Instituto Sociales Hospital. You start as soon as we get there. A very expensive, private hospital that caters to the wealthy. No operations or sick people, it’s not that kind of hospital. It’s where the wealthy go to get away from life for a while. More of a very expensive, short-term rest home.”

  Cherry liked the wealthy-people part. Maybe they have an attractive son. “What am I going to do there?”

  “You will start off as a receptionist, but if I know you, you’ll be running the place before they realize it. It pays well and it includes room and board, and I hear the rooms are better than you have ever stayed in before. There are lots of young people working there, many of them wealthy, their parents making them learn about life, though they work with only their wealthy peers.”

  Now that was good. No more crappy jobs but wealthy boys that she could curl around her finger. “Now, I can go for that.” Cherry was excited to leave and start her new life. Even the thought of a new country made it more exciting. Swarthy, Spanish boys she can charm. “I like the idea of a new country, it makes it more interesting.”
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  Collette had to tell them this part. She knew how men from Venezuela treated women from work. She wasn’t sure that was the way they all did, but she suspected that it was. The girls were grown up, no matter how much Collette wanted them to stay her baby girls. She couldn’t be around to protect them in this new country, so they would have to be vigilant, yet avoid getting into trouble. “It will be different in Venezuela. Their culture is different from ours, their government not democratic like ours. The wealthy run the country and have all the power.”

  “It’s not that much different. I know how to handle boys.” Cherry would charm them in a minute.

  “It’s not the boys that you have to worry about. It’s the men, Cherry. There is no women’s liberation there. Women are treated as second-class citizens. With our blonde hair, we will stand out, making us targets for men. It’s dangerous to offend them. Their government is corrupt, including the police and army. Powerful men have powerful connections.” She was trying to warn them without scaring them to death.

  Lola wished a man like Salvador would treat her like a second-class citizen. She wondered what it would be like to have to submit to a man, her pussy getting wet at the thought of what he would make her do. Instead of scaring her, it excited her. “Okay, Mom.”

  Mom’s such a worrier. I can handle myself. They’ll be drooling all over me. Boys, men, they are all the same. All wanting to please me. “We’re smart, Mom. We can handle it,” Cherry said with confidence.

  “I know you’ll be all right. I’m going to miss you, but you both need to learn to live your own lives, but you better be visiting me a lot on the weekends. It’s going to be lonely without my two girls.” Collette had a tear in her eye.

  “Maybe you should look for a man. It’s been long enough since Dad died. You need someone more in your life than just us.” Cherry didn’t know how her mother could go so long without sex, unable even to think that she might masturbate, too.

  If they only knew she was sucking her boss’s cock every Friday night so they could have a better life. At least that was Collette’s excuse, even though she looked forward to each Friday night. She was almost disappointed that this week would be the last time. She liked being forced to strip naked, his hands pinching her nipples while she sucked his cock with a vengeance. Even the taste of cum was welcoming in her mouth and belly and the orgasm was the best she ever had. All except the time Julien made her cum after beating her ass so hard. “Maybe.” She ended the conversation; she had no intention to discuss her sex life with her girls.

  * * *

  She wore a black skirt that clung to her body like a second skin, a white cashmere sweater that caressed her naked breasts beneath it as she walked. Her nipples were in a state of perpetual erectness all day and Jorge didn’t fail to notice it. She was proud that her body could make him erect just by seeing her. She would make it more so, when her lips were curled around it tonight. Today was her last day of work and her last payment on her new future. She could feel her oily pussy lips sliding back and forth as she walked today, or was it just her imagination. She knew if she concentrated enough, she could cum while walking, her pussy muscles clenching uncontrollably in arousal at what she would do tonight once the others went home to their families.

  “You look ravishing today, Collette. Good enough to eat,” he teased her.

  “Thank you, Jorge. My last day. My last Friday night,” she teased back. She watched as he moved his chair away from the desk and reached down to rub his cock.

  “Yes, I eagerly await you.”

  “It’s back to work for me, lots to clean up before I leave.” She swayed her ass seductively as she walked off. She turned and looked back at him. “I’ll be back later to clean up around here.” She licked her lips until they were wet with spit. Tonight it would be his cum that painted them. She never felt so happy or excited. It was a long day, the last of the employees finally leaving. Her body was on the sexual edge, hot and wet. She never felt this way before.

  Collette was glad when the last employee left. It seemed that they were staying late on purpose, though she knew it was only her imagination. She fixed her hair, though she knew that it would be messed up soon enough. She put on some lip gloss to make them shiny for Jorge. She walked to his office, his door open, watching for her. He was as eager as she was, his hand resting in his lap, though she was sure that before she caught him it was not resting still. Not by the size of the bulge beneath his fingers.

  “Begin.”

  She stood in front of him; her legs spread slightly, the skirt too tight to spread them far apart. Her fingers went to her nipples, teasing them harder beneath the soft cashmere sweater. She couldn’t wait to feel his demanding fingers on her nipples while she submissively sucked his cock. The words in her head sounded so degrading and forbidden. Submissively sucked his cock. Degrading but exciting. She finally pulled the sweater up, making sure the soft wool caressed her nipples as she pulled it over her head. She didn’t even look at him as she slowly folded the sweater, standing there naked to the waist before him. She went to put it on the desk when he said it.

  “Not on the desk, on the chair.”

  She didn’t question why, only doing what was requested. She turned sideways so he could see her ass, the skirt doing such a nice job of highlighting it, Collette growing prouder of her figure since Jorge began to take an interest in her. It had been a long time since a man looked at her with such sexual lust in his eyes. She unbuttoned the one simple button, holding it at the waist as her fingers slid the zipper down with a soft hush. She swung her hips exaggeratedly as she slid the skirt down, bending over until her breasts hung down, the nipples throbbing with blood, begging to be abused by his fingers. She took the skirt off, laying it neatly on the chair. She continued to show him her profile, still refusing to look into his eyes.

  Then she did the unthinkable. She turned her back to him. She slowly drew her panties down over her twin buttocks, revealing her ass to him. It was so perverted as she slid them down her legs. She pulled her panties from her feet, but she didn’t stand up. She let him take in her ass. It was so debasing to be bent over naked as he looked at her.

  Jorge’s cock jumped excitedly when he saw her ass. From her sculptured back down to her slim waist, her buttocks and hips grew wider. But, it was the quivering muscles in her buttocks that drew his attention, full and round, yet so firm. The dark fissure of her crack split them deliciously. “Spread your legs, Collette.” He watched between her legs as her thighs parted. Her buttocks began to part as she relaxed her muscles. He saw her push her butt out toward him, seeing the pink lips of her pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. He never expected her to comply with his next order. “Reach back and spread your cheeks apart. Wide, I want to see everything.”

  She turned red in shame, but her fingers crept around her hips until they fully grabbed each of her buttocks. She willed her muscles to relax as her fingers began to part her cheeks. She could feel the air in the room blowing in her sweat-drenched crack as she opened up her cheeks to his burning stare. How could I show him my anus? Yet her fingers were relentless, feeling her cheeks stretched and the unmistakable stretching of her virgin anal ring. She couldn’t look back to see her humiliation at what she was performing for Jorge.

  His gaze was glued to the darkness between her cheeks. Her fingers tugged on her buttocks, the white skin red where her fingers pressed relentlessly into the flesh. She slowly revealed the tight ring of her anal bud, so tiny, a dark brown in a sea of white flesh. She continued to pull apart her cheeks, Jorge watching the tiny contractions of her hairless hole as it fought her stretching fingers. His cock twitched at the thought of breaching such a tiny hole and hearing her gasp in shock when she was forced to take his massive cock up her ass. He looked down at her pussy, her inner lips now completely revealed, the pink flesh glistening with her unexpected juices. She was growing excited by exposing herself obscenely to him. He let her stay in that position for long minu
tes, enjoying her shameful display. “Turn around and stand up straight.”

  She was surprised when she turned around and Jorge was taking off his clothes. Is he going to fuck me? Should I let him? She licked her lips when he took off his pants, her mouth salivating at the thought of taking him inside again. She could already taste his pungent cum in her mouth, wanting more. He stood naked before her, his cock jutting out at a forty-five-degree angle, a few drops of cum glistening on the tip. She wanted to kneel down and lick it off.

  “Lay on the desk.”

  She didn’t know what or how, she just knew that it would be his cock that she would get. She pushed the last of the papers onto the floor, lowering herself slowly on the cold desk. She laid back, her legs together, not sure what to do next, but that is what made it exciting. Knowing that she would do anything he said. Anything, no matter how perverted or degrading. She knew instantly when he climbed on the desk, but it was his cock over her face. She opened her mouth wide and welcomed it inside, spreading her legs as she waited for the first touch of his tongue. It had been a long time since anyone had gone down on her. Her legs were being spread wider, drawn out until she was openly exposed. Her lips curled around the head of his cock as it demanded entrance to her mouth. She knew that she wouldn’t control the cock in her mouth this time, Jorge would. He could push it in as deep as he wanted, and she could do nothing to stop him. She flinched in spite of knowing what would happen when she felt fingers prying open the soft petals of her pussy. The wet tongue felt like it was burning her as it wormed between her pussy lips and began to explore her intimately.

  He inhaled her feminine musk, his tongue licking up her wetness. She squirmed beneath him, Jorge driving his cock deeper into her mouth as her tongue needed no urging to begin to pleasure him. He held her open as his tongue ran all the way up and down her slit, licking one puffy lip then the other. He pushed his tongue down her pussy, stabbing into the tight hole like a tiny cock. It plunged in and out in rhythm to the cock in her mouth, each time it drove deeper. His cock leaked in her mouth as she hungrily sucked it up.