StripForMe.epub

by Amarinda Jones

  “Just someone who wants to play with your lovely body. Now spread your legs for me. I wanna’ see your pretty cunt.”

  As much as it was not a good girl thing to do, being blindfolded and under the control of another was exciting. Rett spread her legs. As soon as she did, she heard the whirl of what sounded like an old-fashioned camera. “Um—”

  “It’s all right,” the man said. “These are just for me and no one can see your face so do what you like, darlin’.”

  That made Rett hot all over. She could do what she wanted and only an unknown man and Hamish would see. The thought of the latter and her hand went down to her clit and rubbed.

  “Oh yeah.” The man groaned and more clicking ensued.

  It was weird to think some unknown man was getting off on this, but Rett decided to ramp up the place and let him have his money’s worth. She stuck two fingers insider her. Rett smiled as he groaned. Men. They were so predictable. She pushed her fingers in and out. The camera stopped clicking.

  “Stop. I have something much better.”

  “What?” Rett stilled her fingers.

  “A friend of mine,” the man said.

  Two men? Rett had never tried that. And when something large and hard and plastic was thrust into her hand, she realized there would be no ménage. “Ah, a plastic man.” She ran her fingers over it. The dildo was larger than the one she had at home and it had a clit tickler attached.

  “Do you want me to shove this inside my cunt?” Rett knew the answer, but she asked anyway, her voice was low and husky and designed to tease. She switched the buttons on and off on the dildo.

  It purred and whirled ready for action.

  “Yes.” The man voice was hoarse with need.

  “Why?” Rett knew.

  “Because I want to see you come.”

  “So you can take naughty pictures?” Rett had to admit to herself that this was kind of fun playing the role of slut plaything.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re a bad boy.”

  He laughed. “Shove it in, darlin’.”

  Rett flicked on the switch, ramped it up to a pace she liked, and slid it inside her vagina. The girth was wider than she was used to but the throbbing pace eased it inside. When the tickler ht her clit, Rett sighed. She could hear the frantic clicking of the camera. She wondered why such an old-fashioned method when there were more instantaneous ways to record images. Rett asked him as she continued to play.

  “My wife likes to scrapbook my adventures.”

  Her hand stilled in shock. “You’re kidding me?” His wife? He showed her these photos?

  “She enjoys it.”

  To each their own. Rett squirmed on the black velvet. The tickler was reverberating on her clit at a pace guaranteed to make her come. She pushed the dildo in and out faster. It wasn’t as good as real dick but it was close. “Oh boy.” Rett writhed as she felt the start of an orgasm. At home she would never have done this in front of another. The blindfold gave her the anonymity she needed to smash all inhibitions.

  “You’re lovely, darlin’.”

  As Rett came she shrieked and shuddered as wave upon wave of pure, lustful sensation wracked her body. She fell back exhausted, dildo still inside.

  The man reached down and pulled it out. “Very nice.”

  I feel pretty nice and mellow right now. Rett closed her legs and burrowed down into the velvet. But resting was not meant to be.

  “Now turn over and get on your knees. I need to take some pictures of your pretty, plump ass.”

  The man was, indeed, sick if he wanted to immortalize her butt on film, but she did as requested. She had the urge to giggle as the camera kept taking snaps. I can’t imagine what his wife thinks of these.

  There was a knock on the door.

  “Come on in, Beulah,” the man called out.

  Uh oh. A woman? His scrapbooking wife?

  “Lift your head,” he said as his hands lifted Rett’s chin. “Open wide.”

  She felt a dick at her lips. The rubber of the condom could not disguise it. Rett opened her mouth and the meaty flesh slipped inside. “Oh, darlin’,” the man groaned.

  Rett had to wonder what his wife, if, indeed, it was her, was thinking about all this. But the sound of more photos being taken answered that. The other woman was now the one taking pictures.

  Think of the money. Think of the money. Rett sucked on the head of the cock. It was large and the condom that covered it had the tang of strawberries. Just as well I’m not allergic. She tongued the fruit-flavored flesh, enjoying the taste of the berries as she worked to drive her client to come.

  “You can touch her now, Beulah.”

  Rett let the cock slide out of her mouth. “I don’t do women.”

  A hand slapped down on her ass and a very female voice declared, “You’ll do what you’re told, missy. Besides, I don’t take sluts like you. I’m here to punish you for sucking strange men’s dicks.”

  “What the hell —” The cock was shoved in her mouth again as slap after slap stung the flesh of her ass. Rett gagged and pulled her mouth off his flesh once more.

  “Listen here, lady, if you keep doing that I may bite his dick off. Is that what you want?”

  “Spank her some more, Beulah. She’s a feisty one.” He grabbed her head and, once more, Rett’s lips covered his cock.

  With her ass on fire from the blows to it and the cock in her mouth pistoning in and out and on the verge of coming, Rett had to wonder what Hamish thought of all this. Was he laughing his ass off? She would be if the situation was reversed. It was not the slightest bit sexual. It was just weird. But fetishes are, I guess. No one else could fathom what turned another on. Rett knew the minute he came. Her jerked in her mouth and his fingers ran through her hair, holding her close and tight until he was finished. The spanking never stopped.

  “Oh, darlin’, you’re amazing.” The man patted Rett’s shoulder. “Come on, Beulah, let’s go home.”

  “But she needs more punishment.” Slap, slap, slap.

  “Fuck off, lady,” Rett roared back at her.

  “You’ll go to hell.” Beulah declared getting one last slap in.

  “Undoubtedly. Now back off or I’ll snot you one.”

  The man laughed. “You, I like.”

  Rett listened to them leave. She sat back on her heels and howled with laughter. “Oh, Hamish.”

  Chapter Three

  Hamish couldn’t get the image of Rett laughing and calling out to him from his mind. She had been so incredibly sexy and feisty. He had wanted to bust into the room and take Rett from the senator and his wife and keep her all to himself. But on the other hand, it had been exciting to see Rett giving in to the moment and enjoying herself. When she thrust that dildo inside her cunt, Hamish grabbed his dick and tugged on it.

  After the session with the senator, he had led her into a nearby bathroom. At first, Hamish left her in peace to wash and relax. But a sudden need to be with Rett overwhelmed him. He pushed through the door of the bathroom and stopped dead. Hamish watched as Rett stood, eyes closed, fingers to her clit as she massaged the pink nub. He swallowed hard.

  “Needy, sweetness?” Hamish was on fire for her.

  “Yes.” Rett’s eyes opened and locked on his.

  That she wasn’t surprised to see him made Hamish start to remove his clothes. That she didn’t say stop made his heart beat with an emotion he wasn’t ready to name. “The senator was very pleased with you.”

  “Senator? Yeah, that’d be right, and his wife is a psycho,” Rett responded as she watched his clothes drop to the floor. She removed her fingers from her clit. “What are you doing?”

  “I need a shower.” Hamish, now naked, stepped in beside her. “Move over.”

  Rett didn’t move. “There’s not enough room.”

  “We’ll have to move in close and tight then.” Hamish’s hands went to her hips as his eyes roamed her shiny, wet flesh. She was beautiful and luscious. He wanted to
suck her full wet breasts, but he could see by the look in her eyes she had other, more urgent needs. Hamish slipped his hand between her legs. He smiled when she sighed.

  “Hamish.”

  “Yes, sweetness?” His fingers rubbed her clit in a slow circle. Rett closed her eyes. “I need…”

  “What?” Anything she wanted he would give to her.

  “I need to be filled by you.”

  The last two words made his heart flip flop. “You will be, but first I need to do something else.” Hamish dropped to his knees and touched his tongue to her clit.

  ****

  Rett grabbed his broad shoulders to avoid falling down as he licked her clit in a rapid, tongue-flicking motion. His fingers slid inside her and started a fast, thrusting pace. “Oh, Hamish.” This was perfect. Rett had been so hot and needy after the session she had with the senator. Senator? Is there a deviant party?

  She panted under the steady thrusts and licks of Hamish. The water still flowed, but Rett didn’t care. This was a man who understood the needs of women very well. He didn’t need to be told. He acted. Every woman should have one. I want one. I want him. The thought made her jump. That was crazy. She and Hamish were just passing through each other’s lives. Or are we?

  Karma, while being a bitch, was also imponderable.

  “Oh-h-h, Hamish.” Karmic thoughts flew out the window as she bore down on his fingers enjoying the orgasm. Rett had already been at the point of no return when he came into the bathroom. Seeing Hamish had been the final catalyst in coming. She grabbed at his hair and ground her pussy against his face. She was like a woman possessed. I will never get enough of Hamish. As Rett came she dropped forward over him and hugged him close.

  “Sweetness?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m getting a cramp in my leg.”

  “Oh, sorry.” Rett stood up and felt his fingers slip from her body, making her feel empty. She watched as he stood up. His hair- roughened body glistened under the streaming water. And his dick? It was full and high. And mine. “What about you?” Hamish tugged on his dick. “Don’t do that.”

  He smiled. “Why not?”

  “I should do that.” Her hands reached out to circle his shaft.

  “Be my guest, sweetness.”

  It was her turn to drop to her knees, and Rett did so willingly. She licked and teased his dick, her tongue running back and forth over the sensitive flesh underneath. His primal sound of satisfaction made her suck him inside, deep-throating the length of him inside her mouth.

  “Oh, sweetness.” Hamish’s fingers threaded through her wet hair. “You have to stop. I’m going to come and I don’t have a condom.”

  “I want to taste you on my tongue.”

  His body jerked at her words. “Are you sure?”

  “Oh yes. You taste so much nicer than strawberries.” Rett swallowed the head of his dick before he could question that. She knew how to make a man come. Good, solid sucking, not too hard and not too soft as she ran one hand back and forth in a milking action over his shaft.

  “Sweetness?”

  Rett, mouth full of cock, looked up into his eyes. What she saw made her heart beat faster.

  There was pleasure and lust and something else. Was it longing? She had no time to dwell on it further as warm, milking cum flooded her mouth. Rett swallowed it down as she stroked his shaft gently.

  ****

  Amelia had been shocked to see them together in the shower. She had pushed open the bathroom door to go inside to clean, but she stayed to watch them, peering through the crack of the door. It was not sexual perversion. Amelia wanted to find out anything she could use against Hamish Clark to bring him down. She smiled when he called the woman sweetness. That indicated a level of caring and it surprised Amelia. Clearly, this was not some whore he was fucking. Hamish Clark liked her. Maybe loved her. “She’s his weakness.” Amelia could tell by the look in his eyes. This was not just lust.

  Amelia grimaced in distaste as the woman dropped to her knees and sucked his bare cock inside her mouth. It was so base and primal, yet, it did excite Amelia. There was something about this pair that made her wonder. They looked like they belonged together. A pang of jealousy tore through Amelia. She shook herself. I have no time to fulfill foolish needs. Amelia had to avenge her sister, and now she had the means to do it.

  * * * *

  “There are three men who have some needs they want fulfilled,” Hamish explained as they dried off together. “They’re into domination.”

  “Whip me, beat me stuff?” Rett wasn’t sure she could do that. There was a limit to how far she would allow herself to be led.

  “No, more like you’re tied down and you have no choice in what they do to you.”

  Rett shivered. Three men. In charge of her body for their own pleasure? She’d be lying if she said that didn’t turn her on.

  “They’ll pay good money.”

  That brought Rett back to the reality of the situation. While kinky sex was fun, the bottom line was the pursuit of money and that was what she needed to focus on. She had to get herself solvent once more. Rett had forgotten that due to the rush of sex she had been enjoying. Thoughts of the temporary home she had only looked inside once at the trailer park sprung into her mind.

  She had limited money and needed somewhere to stay. If she earned more pandering to the whims of others, then at least tawdry trailer parks would not feature in her future.

  Rett looked at Hamish. He had been the hidden bonus to the dilemma she found herself in.

  Hamish made it worthwhile. But he wasn’t a normal part of her life. Nothing in Resort City was.

  To be reminded this wasn’t her reality made Rett look to Hamish with new eyes. H ow am I going to leave him behind? Uh oh.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” A wild idea struck her in the heart. I think I love Hamish. How is that possible so fast? Or am I just in love with sex?

  “You looked stunned. Are you’re okay?”

  The concern in his eyes touched her deeply. How dumb would I look proclaiming to Hamish that I think I may possibly be a tad in love with him after a day of random sex with him and others and how do you feel about that? Could a relationship be built on such non- illustrious beginnings?

  “So, there are three men?” Focus, woman. Money I understand. Emotions I’ll think about later.

  Hamish nodded. “Yes, they like to take the same woman at the same time.”

  “Like fuck buddies?”

  “Yes. And all three men know the rules. Condoms will be worn and no one is to come in your mouth.”

  They both looked at each other. Hamish had, but that was different. That thought made her jump. It confirmed Rett’s suspicions. Yep, I’ve fallen in love with Hamish.

  ****

  The nipple clamps hurt like hell. They were tight and metallic and nowhere the turn on Rett thought they would be. But neither man seemed to care that Rett was in pain. They had an agenda and Rett was merely a live toy for them to play with. She lay naked on a hard, wooden bench, her ankles spread wide apart and tied so she couldn’t move them. With her wrists bound tight over her head, her body was on display for them to use however they chose.

  One man leaned in and looked in her eyes. “You belong to us. You are our fuck toy. You are to call each of us sir.”

  Rett had never called any man sir before and the thought of doing so now grated, but she had allowed this to happen, so she had to go along with it. “Yes.”

  The man pulled on her nipple clamp. “Yes what?”

  Holy fuck! He pulled again. Her nipple stretched out alarmingly. “Yes, sir,” she gritted out between clenched teeth. Note to self. Never use nipple clamps again. The pull of gravity was hard enough to deal with.

  “Good.” He pulled on the other nipple clamp. Her body strained upward to deflect some of the pain. “We’re going to use you for our pleasure and you will enjoy it.”

  I doubt it if this is the preliminary. But t
o avoid more nipple cripple, Rett chanted what they expected to hear. “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you want us to use you, fuck toy?”

  Okay, so these are control freaks who needed a captive woman to get off on. It takes all kinds.

  “Yes, sir, please fuck me.”

  “Don’t tell us what to do.” A second man moved between her legs and slapped his hand down on her pussy.

  The sting of it made Rett squeal. He unzipped his trousers and his cock jumped out. Bloody hell! He’s huge. The thought of it going inside her appalled and fascinated Rett. She had never had a dick so large between her legs.

  “You want this, fuck toy?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I like to fuck a woman hard and fast.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Beg me to suck your clit.” His finger jabbed inside her vagina.

  Rett arched up. “Please, sir, suck my clit. I need your tongue in my cunt.”

  “You’re a dirty girl,” He pushed his finger in and out, his eyes locked with hers.

  “Yes, sir. I’m a dirty girl.”

  The third man moved to her other side. His exposed cock was already covered with a condom and he tugged on it. “I know sluts like you enjoy sucking cock.”

  Rett almost said, “I’m not a slut,” but it was a moot point at the moment. “Yes, sir.”

  He pushed his cock to her lips running it over them. “Suck me.”

  She didn’t get the ‘yes, sir’ out as his dick forced between her lips. The man at her breast still pulled on the nipple clamps, but they didn’t hurt as much. When the second man’s mouth covered her cunt, Rett grunted around the cock at her lips. She had been sucked and licked before, but this man devoured and ravaged as if he was starving. It was painful yet intensely erotic. He ate her as if he couldn’t get enough. Her legs shook as she tried to concentrate on the dick in her mouth.

  “My turn,” announced the man at her breasts.

  “But I’m not finished,” his companion complained.