by Powerone
He wanted her on edge Saturday night, making it much easier to entice her into the
perverse acts she would be required to perform.
"Yes." She hated to say it, but she felt that he would know if she disobeyed.
"Call me Sir. Or Master." His hand went down to the front of her blouse, making sure no one saw him. He squeezed her nipple, seeing her clench her lips as his fingers found her swollen tip with such ease.
She almost came when he squeezed her nipple, his powerful fingers finding the
harden bud and squeezing so tight it felt like it was in a vise. "Yes Sir," not able to say the word Master. She felt the blood rush back into her nipple when he released it, the blood pounding hard. He left her, her emotions running rampant. Only four days until Saturday.
Four days to go without cumming.
Saturday Night
James opened the door for Candy before she knocked, his cock growing in length as
he gazed at her lush body. She looked sexy in the schoolgirl outfit. "Come in."
She was nervous as she entered, the finality of the door closing behind her making
her nerves jangle. James was dressed in black slacks and a black tee shirt. She could
make out the muscles in his arms along with his taut abs. Her gaze went lower, seeing his cock etched on the too tight pants. She didn't know whether to run away or fall to her knees and take his cock out and suck it. James handed her the crisp hundred dollars bills, ten of them, without saying anything, Candy putting them in her purse without comment.
She was now officially paid for her services. Now all she had to do was perform them, but first she had to learn what they were.
James sat down in the chair, motioning Candy over next to him. She stood in front
him, his eyes studying her body, contemplating what he would do to her first. He could see the nervousness in her, her body tense. He liked that, much more realistic for his novels.
She shouldn't have done it but she did. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy, curiosity, or just plain boredom. Carrie found herself sneaking around outside like a spy, slipping into James' bushes to get close to the living room window. She could see the bright light
shining from the edge, Carrie silently stepping through the shrubs to get a better inside view. The blinds didn't fit very well, at least a one-inch gap on the side. Candy could see all of the room. Candy was standing in front of James, her hands at her sides, James
sitting up in the chair as if he were inspecting her. What was he going to do?
She was dressed extremely sexy in the short skirt, a wide expanse of naked thigh
revealed. "Come closer," James making her stand between his spread legs, his hands outstretched. He felt her body tremble when his hands touched her hips, holding her still.
"Your hands." It was an order, Candy obeying without question even when he picked up the wrist cuffs. He fitted the black leather cuff around her first wrist, tightening it, wanting to make certain it was secure. The metal clip hung down from the side. They could be
secured to each other, the ankle cuffs, or any other object to keep Candy from moving her limbs. He put the other one on, letting her put her arms down. 'Your leg. Hold onto the edge of the chair and lift one leg so I can put the ankle cuff on."
The leather cuffs were tight on her wrist. She began to be afraid. She had made it
easy to secure her. Unable to defend herself from whatever he wanted to do. But it was the same thing that excited her, James able to use her in any manner he wanted, the
unknown so forbidden, especially in a small town like Tybee Island. She balanced one
arm on the chair behind her, lifting up her leg until James' hand wrapped around her
ankle. Her short skirt pulled up high, but that was the least of her problems, she was sure that James would soon be gazing at more than her panties.
James held her leg, pulling it up higher until her panties were revealed. Yes, he liked that, pure white panties. His hands slid up her leg until he reached her silky thighs. He squeezed the firm flesh, almost able to smell the sweet scent of her arousal, eager to taste her young pussy. His hand slid up higher until his fingers rubbed close to the edge of her panties, plucking an errant hair that pushed out of the white panties. He was glad she didn't shave her pussy, he enjoyed a full bush. It made her pussy so much more exciting, the dark hairs attempting to hide her sex from his eyes. That is what excited him so much with Carrie. His mind conjured up her luxurious red bush, his fingers running through the silky tendrils. "Your pussy is already wet." He still didn't touch her, preferring to keep her on edge as long as possible. His hand moved back down, securing the ankle cuff around
her leg. "The other." She complied obediently, her leg held up higher as if she wanted to please James. Her skirt was pulled up high, his hand exploring her other thigh, teasing along the other edge of her panties, a wet spot now predominate on the front of them. He could make out her slit, the panties pushed in between her lips, her moist insides making the thin panties stick to her flesh.
"Yes Sir, I am," shamed to admit it, but it was turning her on more than she could have imagined. He took possession of her in a way that no boy had ever done. She found her wrists and ankles fitted with leather cuffs, ready to secure her in tight bondage. And she was sure she would cum if he touched her in the slightest bit. She watched as James stood up, her breathing stopped. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it ready to burst from her chest.
"Bend over," his hand on her back already guiding her into the position he wanted.
"Way down. Grab your ankles with your hands." James kneeled down, securing the clip of her wrist cuff to the corresponding ankle cuff. When both were secured, he stood up. She began to bend her knees to crouch down. "NO!" He slapped her ass hard. "Back straight, legs extended. Keep that lovely ass pushed out for me." Another sharp crack on her ass cheek was all that was needed to keep her in line. He stood behind her, her short skirt had ridden up high, high up over her panties, revealing a wide expanse of white thighs as well as a nice plump ass. "Very lovely ass Candy." His finger began to explore the taut cheeks of her ass, her white, virginal panties pulled tightly over her cheeks. She was a sexy sight, her ass pushed back in an offering to him.
The blood rushed to her head as James bent her over. She felt the burning as his
hand struck her ass, putting her back in the awkward position, her short skirt riding high up, Candy knowing her ass was almost fully exposed. She tugged on the wrist cuffs,
secured tightly to her ankles, the leather digging painfully into her flesh, a reminder of her helplessness. She felt so vulnerable in this position, remembering vividly James' question about whether she had been sodomized. She shivered when his hands explored her flesh,
running unopposed over her buttocks. Even with her panties protecting her, she felt little safety as his hands became more insistent. She felt his fingers push her panties between her crack, the uncomfortable feeling, as they stayed pushed between her cheeks. His
finger ran up and down her crack, from the bottom of her pussy, all the way up until it ran over her anus, a shiver running through her body as her tiny hole went into a series of spasms from the rude fondling. She had never felt anything like it before, never believing that her backside was so sensual, but she couldn't resist the fiery feeling that emanated from it. His hands pushed aside her panties from her cheeks, tucking it in her crack until both cheeks were bare. "EEEEHHH," another crack on her ass, this time harder on her skin naked. His fingers would caress her, teasing her into a false sense of security, the quietness suddenly broke by another spank on her naked ass.
James warmed up her ass, alternating from spanking her cheeks, a pink glow on the
naked cheeks now, to caressing her crack, paying special attention to the hot, little hole that pulsated beneath the thin panties. He knew that no one had ever touched her there before, tiny gasps from her lips each time his finger tou
ched her so intimately. He left his finger pressing on her hole, feeling the spasms as he pushed hard. He kneeled down
behind her, his hands between her thighs, pressing outward. "Spread your legs for me Candy." Her legs shuffled wider, his hands urging more until he was happy with the wide spread of her legs. Her panties were pulled tight, James able to make out every crevice and crack beneath them, from her pussy all the way to her anus.
Her panties dug between her cheeks painfully, but she spread her legs like a wanton
whore, wanting to please James. She was on the edge of cumming, needing just a touch
on her pussy but James teased her, each time bringing out a new sensation in her, from the spanking on her buttocks to the finger that probed her anus. She wished he would
take out his cock and take her from behind, thrusting so deep inside her belly that he would take her breath away. "MMMMM," his tongue explored her naked buttocks, leaving a wet, cool trail as they traversed from the edge of her hips all the way to her crack, circling so close to her anus, hearing him inhale her scent. She was ashamed, his tongue so close to such an obscene place, but it didn't seem to bother him. Would he eat her
pussy? While she was bound?
James held her hips as they began to dance erotically when he tongued her buttocks.
He made his tongue rigid, running it so close to her anus that he could taste her tangy fragrance. She tried to squirm away from him, but the bondage gave her little room to
escape whatever he wanted to do to her. With her legs spread wide, he dipped his head, down between her spread thighs to lap at the tender area where her thighs met her pussy, smelling her increased arousal. He licked from the front, all the way to the back, his tongue making broad strokes across the wide expanse of naked flesh.
Carrie couldn't see all of it, but she knew that James' head was between Candy's
legs. Her wide spread and bound legs. She could see the way Candy tried to move, it
wasn't to escape the tongue, but to get it closer to her. Was James eating her pussy?
Carrie felt a twinge of jealousy, a foreign feeling. She hadn't even been on a date with James and she was jealous of the attention Candy was receiving. In spite of her being
bound. Carrie's mind raced with thoughts of the way Jessie had bound her and taken her without her consent, just as James was doing to Candy. And of William's refusal to allow Carrie to explore the strange emotions that raced through her body. One hand absently
slipped down between her legs, her fingers slipping under her skirt before she realized what she was doing. She spread her legs, as if James had ordered her, her fingers
already exploring her wet pussy.
James got up, but not before he unclipped Candy's hands from her ankles. "Get up
slowly, stretch your back." He didn't want her to hurt herself; he had much more bondage he would put her through before the night was over. He watched as she straightened her back, his eyes on her tits as she pushed them out brazenly. He walked behind her,
moving in close, pressing his cock against her ass, his hands holding her hips until she grew comfortable with him pressed against her buttocks. His hands began to roll her hips gently, back and forth, enjoying the light touch of her buttocks against his thick cock. "Do you like that Candy?" He pushed a little harder against her ass.
She didn't think it would be that big, but she felt the presence of his cock against her buttocks. She began to rub her ass against it, just like he wanted, a slow, sensual
masturbation. She felt it jerk and throb beneath her, wishing it was inside her. Wishing she could grip it with her pussy until he came inside her. She arched her back when his hands slid up her hips, sliding along her sides, Candy fighting the urge to giggle as it tickled. She looked down just in the nick of time to see his large hands ready to engulf her upthrust breasts, Candy moaning softly when his hands gripped her tits. God, it felt good, his
hands moving, clenching and unclenching on her flesh, Candy feeling her nipples harden beneath her bra from his touch. She leaned back on him, her hips still sliding side to side on his cock his fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse, Candy watching James strip her
naked to the waist as if it was happening to someone else. She arched her back again,
her blouse slipped to the side. She watched as if in slow motion as his fingers returned to her bra, her breasts squeezing up from the top of the skimpy bra by his powerful grip.
He looked over her shoulder as he slowly stripped her naked, eager to see her lovely
tits. He pulled the blouse to the side, a wide expanse of cleavage revealed by the sexy bra. His hands pushed up her firm flesh, her tits pushing out of the top of the bra as if they wanted to explode into the open. He could make out her nipples, pushing against the
fragile material of her bra, his fingers eager to tease them harder. He pushed her forward, bending her head down, his hands reaching to pull her blouse from her shoulders and
arms. She helped him to get the sleeves off without removing the cuffs, letting it slip to the floor. She bent her body submissively forward, his fingers making short work of the tiny bra strap and catch, watching as her breasts tried to spill free of the constraining garment.
She trembled as his fingers slid along her naked stomach, edging up to slip under the
bra that was only supported by the two thin bra straps on her shoulders. Her nipples
throbbed, the blood pounding in the tips, eager to feel his fingers on them. James tossed her bra from her body, his hands cupping beneath the firm flesh to push them up into the air as if offering them up to the Gods. She saw his fingers only inches from her nipples, arching her back, wanting so bad to feel his touch. "My nipples. Touch them." She begged him, no longer able to contain her lust. Stripped half naked, her ass still tingling from his spanking, her pussy drenched in her juices, she was ready to explode.
James stepped back for a second, grabbing a leather collar. He slipped it around her
neck, seeing her gulp as he tightened it. "Bring your hands up to your neck." He watched her naked tits rise up as her hands raised, James grabbing the wrist cuffs and attaching them to the rings in the neck collar. His hands slid back down to her breasts, ready to play with the naked flesh.
She felt her wrists cuffed to her neck, her breasts now open and available for James'
pleasure. "AAAAAGGHHH." His fingers had found her nipples, Candy looking down to see the blood pushed from the swollen tips as his fingers crushed the life from her aroused flesh. It hurt and felt good, her mind was confused. She tried to move her hands, but it only made her choke, the collar holding them submissively to her neck. He yanked her
nipples, stretching them out as Candy stood on her toes, her back arched obscenely to try to relieve the stretching of her dark brown nipples. She couldn't believe how far they were pulled, the blood shoved from the tips, James' fingers twisting and turning them while she moaned in pain.
She had sensitive nipples, seeing her struggle to escape his grip. "Rub my cock with your ass," pinching her nipples until she complied with his command. He slapped one tit, watching as the flesh bounced up and down. Another slap, this time to the other one,
catching it on the tender underbelly, making it jerk up and down, James watching it jiggle.
Her hips never stopped, his cock massaged by her buttocks. She was even tightening her cheeks on him, trying to squeeze his cock. She was performing well. Another slap to each tit, and Candy was biting her lip in spite of his rude handling of her breasts.
No one had ever treated her breasts this way. Most boys lavished such tender
attention on them, their hands always gentle, their lips lightly sucking the tips to erection.
James was different, attacking her breasts with a harshness that took her breath away.
Not only were her nipples attacked by his powerful fingers, but her breasts were slapped around as they danced on her chest. With her arms bound, she could do
little to stop him, even if she wanted to. The pain in her breasts went directly between her legs, igniting a lust in her that she needed him to quench, his cock a constant reminder of what she
wanted inside her.
Carrie pinched her nipple, hard, just as James was doing to Candy. She felt the
tremor in her, her fingers slowly masturbating, careful not to cum yet. He was treating her roughly, but Candy looked as if she was enjoying it. What would it feel like to have James slap her breasts? She pushed her panties aside, finding her pussy drenched, one finger sliding inside her with ease. She began to finger fuck her pussy, sliding in and out, as she watched the scene in James' living room unfold. She bit her lips to contain her moans of pleasure, the perverse thrill of peeping on James as he took Candy.
James looked at the window, a glint of something shining through the edge of the
window. He didn't stop, continuing to slap Candy's breasts, his eyes trained on the
outside, listening for any sound. Was someone watching him? James pulled back from
Candy, turning her around until she was in front of him. He pulled up her skirt, slowly, revealing the white panties, the front panel stained with her juices. He unhooked the skirt at the side, the zipper sliding down noisily. He let it fall to the floor; Candy was now standing in only her panties. "Step out of them." She obeyed without question, even spreading her legs for him without asking, knowing or hoping what he would do next. His hand reached down, two fingers on each side of her pussy lips, her slit etched in the tight, wet panties. He squeezed her lips together, yanking them up until her hips arched up,
Candy trying to balance on her toes. "I love fat, puffy lips. So much easier to abuse."
"AAAAAHHH," Candy screamed so loud that she thought the neighbors would call the police. His fingers pinching her pussy had made her cum, the slightest touch all that was needed to send her tightly wound body over the abyss. His fingers twisted and turned her pussy lips when she came, her hips jerking back and forth, wanting as much stimulation as possible, even if it were harsh. Or maybe because it was. She tugged on her wrist
