‘Spoilt, little bitch,’ that’s what he’d called me, and you know what, given the way I would behave back then, I don’t suppose he was far wrong – behaving like a brat seemed to have come as an unfortunate side-effect to me growing up in a wealthy family. I’m much better now – well, most of the time anyway – and who knows, perhaps that all comes down to that hot summer’s evening when I was finally taught a little lesson in respect.
I knew fine well that I was going to be late, but I’m afraid it didn’t concern me in the slightest. Gently tugging on the reins so that Charlie turned into the dusty, birch-lined avenue that led back towards the stables, I couldn’t help but notice how my shiny new Range Rover – a birthday present from daddy – was now the last, lonely occupant of an otherwise deserted car park. As I went on to guide my horse carefully across the cobbled courtyard, newly hosed down and shining like polished marble in the setting sunlight, I actually began to wonder if they’d forgotten all about us and had shut up shop for the evening. It was a foolish notion, of course, as I should have known fine well that there was at least one man who would not be able to relax until he knew that every single horse was bedded down and left comfortable for the evening.
Rounding the final corner I spotted him. He was standing over by one of the heavy water butts, facing away and oblivious to our presence. Clearly he was in the last stages of changing from work clothes into civvies, as he stood shirtless in jeans and boots only. I watched his semi-naked form with an illicit excitement tingling goose-bumps across my upper arms, as he bent to retrieve a white linen shirt from his bag, casually buttoning it across his lithe, sun-kissed torso before rolling the sleeves to the elbows. All of a sudden he looked over his shoulder to catch me staring, and immediately he set off with a determination in his step that forewarned of his anger.
Patrick was the stable manager, notorious for being something of a loner and for caring more about the animals in his charge than any human being in his life. Rumour had it that when younger he’d spent a life in and out of trouble with the law, and had even done a short stint in prison for some misdemeanour or other. It was supposedly through him being given a community order sentence for brawling that he’d found himself working at the stables in the first place. Quite by accident a mutual rapport with the horses was discovered and he was duly taken on as a live-in stable boy, thus bringing to an end his life of petty crime. Anyway, Patrick was a grown man now and a rather handsome one with it. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t paid him quiet attention in the past, but as he was so far removed from the world in which I moved I wouldn’t have even begun to view him as anything more than a pleasant fantasy to indulge in while waiting for Charlie to be made ready.
Despite his all-too-evident frustration, Patrick looked just as good as ever. He had what I guess some might call a ‘real man’ attractiveness about him – strong, natural good-looks with one or two rough edges that suited him well. But what really did it for me were those milky-blue eyes, which displayed a brooding intensity with the power to both unnerve and excite at the same time. There was definitely something animalistic about him, and together with his short dark hair, and permanent two-day beard growth, he could be a rather unnerving presence to behold. Although – and perhaps it was only a product of my imagination – on those rare occasions when I managed to observe him unnoticed, I wondered if I could detect a sadder, lonelier side to him. Perhaps it was this facet of his personality that the animals could sense, where most people were blind beyond his considerable physical presence. I don’t know. In that instant, however, as I watched him clench his fists in a way that caused the veins in his forearms to pop, there was absolutely no sign of a placid side.
‘You’re late!’ he snapped, looking up at me through furrowed brow as he snatched the reins from my grip and stroked a hand across Charlie’s neck to soothe him as though we’d been missing for days on end.
‘Oh, am I really?’ I replied with a smirk, it never having been in my nature to apologise. ‘Oops!’
Patrick squinted up at me against the glare of the setting sun, the first tiny creases spreading out from the corners of his eyes to mark a life spent working outdoors. ‘I suppose you think I’ve nowhere better to be; that I’m here simply to serve you?’ he continued, and I couldn’t help but grin at his outburst.
I swung a leg across Charlie’s back, momentarily popping my riding crop between my teeth and cheekily placing a hand on Patrick’s muscular shoulder for support as I dropped to the ground before him. He scowled and guided the horse to a nearby water trough, tying the reins to a post and softly encouraging him to drink before turning to face me once more. I had lost my position of physical domination now and the stable manager towered over me by a good six or seven inches. Over the years I’d learnt other ways to unnerve a man, however, and I slowly ran my gaze over the contours of his chest, smiling with raised eyebrows, but Patrick only ignored me and returned to his tirade.
‘Just because daddy pays all that money so his precious little princess can stable her horse here you think you can do just about anything you like, don’t you?’
I’d never heard anything like it: he’d spat the word ‘daddy’ as though it left a nasty taste in the mouth and, good-looking or not, his attitude actually began to annoy me. Me being me, however, I only countered with an indignant aggression of my own.
‘Well yes, to be quite frank. If it wasn’t for my father and his precious little princess you would be out of a job and back to stealing cars – or whatever the hell it is people like you get up to – so perhaps you should show me a little more respect in future. I could have you fired for speaking to me in such a way.’
He narrowed his eyes further and stared hard within my own, gritting his teeth and tensing his jaw as he tried and then failed to keep his fury in check. ‘You spoilt little bitch,’ he hissed, and without thinking I lashed out, giving in to my short temper as I swung at him. The severity of my action was immediately made clear by the loud crack as the leather tip of my riding crop made cruel contact with the stubbled flesh of his cheek.
But Patrick barely flinched, and simply stood in silence, slowly bringing up his fingertips to carefully test the wound that now marked a vulgar diagonal across his skin. His stare once more gripped me, only this time with an icy anger that caused my stomach to lurch with fear for the reprisal I instinctively knew was to come.
‘Oh God, I’m sorry, I... I didn’t mean to...’ I quickly began, but the time for apologies was clearly long gone. Yelping with fright I felt the crop suddenly ripped from my fingers, yet that was nothing compared to my horror as I watched Patrick suddenly lunge forward, bending at the knees so that his shoulder slammed hard into my tummy and the wind was knocked from my lungs.
Before I could make sense of what was going on I felt myself lifted entirely from the ground. An arm snaked its way around the back of my knees to hold me tight as I was tossed effortlessly over his shoulder.
‘What... what the fuck...?’ I cried, when I could draw enough breath to protest, my defensive anger renewed. But Patrick simply spun on his heels and marched forward without reply. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ I demanded, as the stable manager’s shoulder dug uncomfortably into the muscles of my stomach with every heavy step he took.
‘Put me down!’ I cried, balling my fists and hammering them over and over against his back. ‘Put me down this instant!’ It was little more than a waste of my energy, however, as Patrick did not react in the slightest. I tried to kick out too, but the way in which he carried me meant I could make no contact whatsoever and my legs flailed uselessly in the air.
Through the thick mist of confusion the blood surged noisily within my ears. I distinctly recall breathing in the warm, sticky-sweet scent of fresh hay a split-second before Patrick came to a halt and I felt myself thrown backwards. I cried out in anticipation of pain to come, yet only found myself falling into a bed of soft straw, flinching as I watched him toss my riding crop down alongside me.
Drawing short, desperate breaths through my nostrils I scrambled to my feet to confront the man before me.
‘How dare you?’ I shouted, but it was Patrick’s turn to smirk now. ‘What on earth do you think you’re doing?’
He had brought me into the hay barn, a beautiful old building far too draughty to house the expensive thoroughbreds the stables catered for these days, yet far too charming to be pulled down. I could see that I would have to push beyond him in order to make my way to the open doors, and I suppose I ought to have been frightened, but between the adrenaline that coursed through my veins and my youthful arrogance, all I felt was rage.
I stepped to the side and forward, yet he just grinned and moved with me to block my escape. I clawed my hands towards him and cursed, but he only laughed and quickly ducked aside, smoothly taking my wrists in his strong, calloused hands to hold me at bay. Finally, as I tried in vain to free myself from his vicelike grip, the gravity of my predicament began to dawn and I released a tiny whimper of frustration. ‘Why... why are you doing this?’ I questioned pathetically, but before I had a chance to say more Patrick suddenly forced his bodyweight forward so that I had no option but to stagger back until my shoulder slammed hard into a gnarled oak pillar that rose vertically from the ground.
Quickly he adjusted his grip to hold both of my wrists in one hand only, and once more I tried to wrench myself free. Even then I was no match for his strength and all I could do was watch as he reached up to take a coil of rope that hung from a rusted nail above my head. Struggle as I might it was useless and my panic rose with a prickly heat. Slowly and deliberately Patrick began to wind one end of the rope around and around my wrists.
‘Please...’ I pleaded weakly, desperately trying to pull away, but he only continued with his work, eventually tying the rope off in a knot. He then took a step or two back and smirked at me, unfurling the rope as he went. Suddenly he gave a sharp tug so that my arms were yanked forward and I had no choice but to stumble towards him. My enforced compliance obviously amused him no end, as he threw back his head and laughed in response.
‘T-tell me, please, what are you doing?’ I begged once more, my throat dry, my eyes welling with tears of frustration.
‘Well it’s very simple really,’ he offered, all too casually. ‘I’m going to teach you a little lesson. If you’re so fond of attacking people then it’s only fair you get a taste of your own medicine, now isn’t it?’
Never before had anyone dared to treat me in such a manner and my mind reeled with a confused mix of fear and anger. With another tug Patrick forced me to stagger even further forward until I stood pretty much in the centre of the barn. Through stinging eyes I watched as he effortlessly tossed his end of the rope up and over an exposed beam that spanned the entire length of the old barn, before leaning down to retrieve it once more.
Again he wound the rope in, only this time I was horrified to feel my arms being pulled vertically up above my head.
Perhaps his delight in my anguish had caught him off guard as, noticing he’d inadvertently stepped a little closer to me, and seeing it as a last chance to get away, I seized the moment and kicked out with all my might, the toe of my riding boot making sharp contact with his shin.
‘Jesus!’ he cursed. ‘You little bitch!’ and leaning down to soothe his wound he released his hold on the rope, whereupon I quickly made a dash for the open barn doors.
But my attempt at escape was all too short-lived as, with a grunted, ‘Oh no you fucking don’t,’ Patrick quickly dived and grabbed at the loose end of rope as it snaked its way up towards the beam, throwing his entire bodyweight against it so that I was suddenly brought up short and the dry fibres bit painfully into my wrists.
‘So, it’s going to be like that, is it?’ he spat as he limped towards me, winding the rope round and round his palm with slow menace, forcing me to stagger, step by step, into the centre of the barn where my arms were yet again stretched up above my head. ‘I guess if you’re gonna kick like a stubborn donkey then we’d better tether you like one, hadn’t we?’
‘No!’ I gasped. ‘Really, I’m sorry, please.’
I stared in terror, my heart pounding as Patrick scanned the barn, presumably looking for more rope to bind my legs with, but then, all of a sudden, his eyes fixed upon me once more and his grimace slowly stretched into a cruel smile that caused a shiver to run the length of my spine.
‘Well, it looks as though we’re all out of rope,’ he whispered, stepping a little closer. ‘But not to worry; there is another way of keeping those lovely legs of yours in place.’ I couldn’t imagine what on earth he was talking about, and I nibbled anxiously at my lower lip as I awaited his next move.
Patrick once more came within striking distance, and for an instant I actually considered kicking out again, but at the last moment he yanked hard upon his end of the rope so that I had no option but to squeal and stretch up on tiptoe to ease the biting squeeze on my wrists.
Quickly he stepped into me, his chest pressing against my breasts and his hand unceremoniously gripping my jaw. He twisted my head to the side and I was forced to take anxious breaths through my nostrils as he repeated into my ear, ‘There is another way.’
Patrick relaxed his hold on the rope so I could once more stand on the flats of my feet. He hardly moved back, however, and I was given no chance to settle my nerves as I suddenly became aware of fingers clawing, without care or subtlety, at the waistband of my riding breeches. Naturally I drew breath to protest, but all I could manage was a shocked, ‘No!’ a split-second before I felt him wrench down with all his strength. Two press-studs offered no resistance whatsoever and the thin zipper gave just as easily. With three, or perhaps four, awkward tugs more Patrick had my breeches down over my boots to leave them bunched uselessly around my ankles. And he was quite right; there was no way on earth that I could kick at him now, and through my natural reflex to pull away I immediately lost my balance, which Patrick corrected by leaning on the rope so that, with a distressed cry, I was lifted back into a standing position once more.
It was more through observing his reaction, rather than any realisation of my own, that the true nature of my exposure now became apparent. You see, back then I wouldn’t always wear underwear while riding. My breeches were obviously the finest money could buy and offered perfect protection and comfort. Panties weren’t really necessary, and at times I would enjoy the extra freedom of sitting that little ‘closer’ in the saddle. Tied up as I was, with arms stretched painfully above my head, I couldn’t really see below the swell of my breasts, yet that sudden look of doubt on Patrick’s face, the way he swallowed awkwardly and took a single, faltering step back, was all I needed to be reminded that my neat little pussy – waxed, but for a thin strip of silky curls rising upward – was now his to behold.
An itchy heat flooded my cheeks. It wasn’t so much that I was bashful – I had always been rather proud of my body and perhaps a little too happy to show it off at times – it was more that my vulnerability was now expressed in a new, more dangerous way, and I found myself wondering exactly what the ex-criminal might be capable of.
Because of the sticky heat of the day I had chosen to wear a black cotton vest only above my riding breeches, which, with it barely falling below my cute belly button, did absolutely nothing towards protecting my modesty.
As I looked up once again it was plain to see by the change in Patrick’s expression that he too was aware of the shift in the already highly charged atmosphere of the barn, and I suspect that if I’d been careful, if I’d made use of my natural cunning, I might have been able to make him back down. But of course I was young, foolish and headstrong back then, and as a result I only succeeded in committing my gravest error so far.
‘Oh please let me go,’ I implored. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you. And you’re right; it was rude of me to come back so late. Maybe if I was to pay you – as an apology for your wasted time, I mean? My purse is in the car. If you would just untie me, I... I don’t think I have a huge amount of cash, but there might be thirty or forty—’ My plaintive words suddenly ended in a pained squeal as the rope was yanked tight once more.
‘Well isn’t that fucking typical?’ he snorted with renewed disdain. ‘The little rich girl thinks she can buy her way out of trouble in just the same way she buys everything else. Well, little rich girl,’ he continued, sneering, taking a step closer and wrapping another coil of rope around his hand to stretch me to my extreme, ‘how much is it worth? How much for hitting and kicking me? How much for me having to stay back late for you time and time again just because you think you’re more important than anyone else? How much should you pay me for the trouble you cause when you change out of your riding gear in the full knowledge that the stable boys are watching you, and so I can’t get them to concentrate on a fucking thing afterwards?’
I felt my cheeks flush a little deeper.
‘How much money are you going to give me not to teach you the lesson you should have been taught years ago? One hundred? Two hundred?’ All the time he spoke he’d been stepping closer and closer until he stood right before me, his eyes burning with a violent rage.
‘No,’ he said after a slight pause, and with a newfound calm that was even more unnerving than his anger, ‘not this time. This time even money won’t help you.’
Patrick quickly turned away and I watched in petrified silence as he bent smoothly from the waist to sweep my riding crop from the hay-strewn floor. He swished it first one way and then the other, testing its action so that the sultry evening air whistled mockingly against the leather tip and I was forced to offer a panicked, ‘Oh no, please,’ in response.
But my pleas clearly meant nothing to him, as he merely stepped around me, avoiding my gaze as he went.
In the end I’m not sure what was worse; the moment of silence that stretched into an eternity – my heart fit to burst as I sensed him, watching me, assessing me from behind – or the sudden touch of crop against flesh, which caused me to tense my every muscle and to gasp as it traced slowly over the contours of one naked buttock and then down across the other. Of course Patrick was only taunting me, enjoying his own game in the knowledge that I would have been expecting nothing but pain.
That pain did come all too soon, however. A loud dry crack that ripped through the silence of the barn, causing me to cry out and my knees to buckle as a white-hot agony set my nerves alight. I prayed that my ordeal was finally over – an eye-for-an-eye, a strike-for-a-strike – but my hopes were quickly dashed as Patrick swept the leather tip of the crop down against me once more, only this time with a backhand swipe against the opposite cheek.
‘Oh Jesus!’ I screamed as he whipped me again and again, first one buttock and then the other. ‘Please, no! I’m sorry! Stop it; stop it please!’ Yet my begging only seemed to make him thrash me all the harder until my tortured flesh burned with a stinging pain worse than any I’d experienced before. With each pitiless bite of the crop I would cry out and attempt to pull away, but there was absolutely nowhere for me to hide: Patrick held firmly onto his end of the rope so that I had no choice but to stand upright, and my legs were as good as shackled by my riding breeches gathered clumsily around my ankles. The best I could manage was to tense and release the muscles of my bottom, twisting from one side to the other, but it offered me no relief whatsoever.
Hot salty tears spilled down over my cheeks. They were tears like none I’d ever known before, and I can only assume they stemmed from the intense, nagging frustration that caused me to grit my teeth and dig my perfectly manicured nails into the soft flesh of my palms. It was a frustration that made me draw short breaths through my nostrils and to release deep sobs from the back of my throat.
Patrick’s punishment was relentless, and no matter how much I pleaded he continued to flog me without mercy.
But then, just as I thought I could take it no more, a strange thing happened. Somehow the pain seemed to solidify, it became less unbearable in a truly physical sense, but more so in the way that it left me with an unexplainable longing, a longing that gnawed at my nerves and could only be momentarily satisfied by the next cruel lick of leather against skin. I continued to cry out with every vicious impact of the crop, but somehow differently, and in a way that I could make no real sense of.
In time, and through a whirl of confused emotions, I noticed that the severity of the thrashing had diminished. He was still using the crop against me with the same rhythmical efficiency as before, yet a little lighter now, and with an upward motion only against the lower curve of my ass cheeks – first one side and then the other.
I found myself tensing and releasing those muscles, and desperately trying to understand my body’s reaction to the torture, I tested my senses with every strike, noticing how he would follow through with the crop, running it against my burning flesh in a way that soothed it with the gentlest caress of the soft leather tongue, and shocking though the realisation was, I couldn’t help but love it.
Patrick slowly began to release coil after coil of rope from around his hand, and I certainly took advantage of the freedom in my arms to relax them a little. But rather peculiarly, and somewhat shamefully, I also found myself bending forward from the waist, lower and lower, and in a way that I can only retrospectively accept came from a secret desire to feel the crop’s touch more intimately still.
The stable manager seemed to understand my need and I gasped, feeling an icy shiver run through my body, as the tip of the riding crop pressed just above my knee to slowly caress its way upward.
‘Oh, God!’ I moaned as the smooth cool leather traced ever so lightly against the swell of my hairless pussy for all too brief a moment, before moving on to gently run down my other thigh. Another length of rope was released and still lower I bent, shuffling my legs apart as best I could to offer myself more blatantly still, and again Patrick brought the crop between my thighs, drawing the tip lightly back and forth against the contours of my slit.
‘So you like that, do you?’ he drawled, and I recoiled at the smug satisfaction in his voice. If he had simply wanted to punish me then all he needed do was to stop right there, right then – to leave me lost in that state of pure physical yearning – yet he did no such thing. Whether it was through the thrill he was gaining by witnessing me debase myself so thoroughly, or because of his own swelling arousal I will never know, but Patrick continued to work the crop against me, pressing still deeper so that the shaft parted my lips and its subtly undulating surface rubbed back and forth against my clit.
‘Oh,’ I gasped again, and Patrick released a snort of derisive laughter in response.
‘So, I see you’re not just a spoilt little bitch, but you’re a dirty slut too,’ he mocked, and the humiliation once more surged within me. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have dreamt of allowing anyone to speak to me in such a way, and despite the fact that I was in no position to do so – tied up as I was – there was still a tiny reflex that told me to fight. Of course I did nothing of the sort, partly because I was all but beyond rational thought, but also, and rather disturbingly, there was something that excited me about the way that he had the nerve to insult me so vulgarly.
‘Maybe you need whipping here too,’ he continued, and I felt the crop draw back until the leather tongue rested on my clit. ‘Maybe I should beat you just here for offering your body so flagrantly to lowlife scum like me.’
‘Oh yes,’ I hissed as Patrick began to gently spank my pussy with the tip of the riding crop. He didn’t use it aggressively against me, nor in a way designed to cause real pain, but he would hit me just hard enough to send tiny spasms of pleasure firing throughout my body, forcing me to twist my hips one way and then the other so that his strikes would land just where I needed to feel them.
‘You really are a bad little girl, aren’t you?’ he sneered, now sawing the crop back and forth between my slick pussy lips.
‘No... no I’m not,’ I panted, but deep down I was discovering that he was absolutely right.
‘Really?’ he replied with overly-dramatic surprise, the tip of the crop again taunting the swell of my mound with gentle, repetitive slaps. ‘Well if you were a good girl then surely you wouldn’t be bending over and showing-off that tight little cunt of yours to a lowly stable worker like me – to a man your father pays to serve you. Surely only a bad girl would do that. Or am I wrong?’ The leather tongue began to caress deeper, to run ever so lightly across that other little hole of mine, and I couldn’t help but gasp.
‘N-no, you’re wrong,’ I stammered weakly, stubbornly drawing on whatever vestiges of pride I could muster.
Then Patrick suddenly tossed the riding crop down and, with raised voice he said, ‘I think we can add liar to the list alongside spoilt and dirty. If you’re really not just a little slut then how do you explain this?’ His hand quickly slid between my thighs, the tip of a single finger working its way between my pussy lips to slip so easily within. Reflexively I tightened my muscles around him and moaned as he curved against the natural contours of my body.
‘So you’re not a bad girl then?’ he sneered, fucking me with his finger before withdrawing once more. ‘You’re not a dirty little slut? Next you’ll be telling me this isn’t, in fact, your juices I see smeared all over my hand. What do you think?’
Before I could respond he reached his arm around my shoulder, taking my chin in his hand and forcing his sticky finger inside my mouth. I bit down defensively, but this only made him squeeze my cheeks painfully so that I had no option but to relax my jaw once more.
‘So you want to nip like a donkey too, do you?’ he laughed, grabbing my hair with the hand that still held onto the rope and easing my head back while he proceeded to smear first my tongue and then my lips with my own traitorous juices.
‘I suppose if you weren’t a slut then you wouldn’t be desperate for me to fuck you either, would you?’ he mocked.
‘I’m not!’ I insisted, still unwilling to own up to the shameful truth, and I listened with both fear and a trembling excitement to the sound of his belt buckle being released, and his jeans being drawn down. ‘Please!’ I squealed.
‘You’re a liar,’ he hissed, and I couldn’t help but cry out as I felt the swollen head of his cock press into the sensitive flesh of my pussy. ‘You’re a liar and a dirty little rich bitch.’
He worked his bulbous helmet against my entrance and my body betrayed me all too easily. I had no doubt that he would be able to thrust into me without any difficulty whatsoever, and closing my eyes I prepared myself for just that outcome...
‘But maybe you’re right and I’ve read you all wrong,’ he goaded, as he drew the head of his stiff prick up and down my slit, to mock me with my own wetness. ‘I’ve done some pretty bad things in the past, but I’ve never forced myself on a woman. We both know what you really want, but I’m not gonna give it to you until you ask me to.’
The stable manager pressed against me once more, and reflexively I angled my hips to meet him, willing him to enter me fully, but just at the point where I felt certain he was about to slip deep inside he pulled back again and I was forced to whimper my frustration.
‘Say it,’ he hissed. ‘Tell me you want me to fuck you.’
But I couldn’t allow myself to give him that satisfaction.
Once again he tugged my hair so that my head was wrenched uncomfortably back, but it somehow only served to intensify the bittersweet sensation of his prick teasing me from behind, tight between my thighs, gently pumping back and forth against my wet pussy lips.
My mind battled with the desperate need for pure physical satisfaction, and the knowledge that I was demeaning myself so disgracefully, and I took desperate breaths through my nostrils, swallowing through a constricted throat.
‘Say it,’ he growled. ‘Tell me and I’ll give you just what you want.’
‘No, please...’ I gasped, wincing as he wound his roped hand still deeper into my hair. Again I tried to push back, to make him fuck me without me having to lower myself by begging him, but once more he pulled away.
‘Say it. Tell me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are, and I’ll let you feel my stiff cock slide all the way inside your cunt.’ My eyes filled with fresh tears of humiliation and finally, unable to take his taunting any longer, I gave in.
‘All right,’ I whispered, utterly broken.
‘All right what?’ he tormented.
‘Look, please,’ I pleaded, ‘just fuck me.’
It was a bliss-filled agony to feel him teasing my pussy entrance in such a way; pushing into me, over and over, so that his swollen helmet would stretch me wide yet never quite enter. Looking back I suppose it must have been just as physically tortuous for him as it was for me, and I do wonder if he would simply have fucked me in the end, no matter what, but to my shame that was an eventuality we never met.
‘Say it properly and you can have what you want. Tell me you’re a spoilt little bitch and you want me to fuck you.’
Again the tears overflowed. He had won and he was right; I was a spoilt little bitch and really did want him to fuck me. So with a deep, shivering breath I did as I was told. ‘Yes, yes I am,’ I whispered, my submissive obedience thrilling me even further. ‘I’m a spoilt little bitch. Now fuck me, please...’
And Patrick finally gave me what I yearned for, with one powerful movement thrusting deep to sink the entire length of his beautiful prick deep within me.
‘Oh!’ I sobbed, the sudden, overwhelming sense of satisfaction causing my head to swim and my inner muscles to clutch around the intrusion. But all too soon he began to withdraw, and I released a tiny cry of frustration as he pulled away. For an instant I actually feared he might leave me for good, that he was not yet done with his teasing, but then he sank into me again, harder and deeper this time while releasing a guttural cry of his own.
Patrick fucked me good and hard from behind. It was sex as raw and as animalistic as I have ever experienced, and I cried out with each electrifying thrill that rippled through my body. Beyond the physical pleasure I drew illicit satisfaction from the shameful knowledge that I had been tied up against my will, stripped as good as naked, and all so that the stable manager might abuse my body by way of a punishment.
In and out he pumped – harder and faster. His hands clawed at the tortured flesh of my ass cheeks, squeezing and drawing them apart to expose me more intimately still, and I cursed vulgarly with every powerful thrust of his hips, every slap of his groin against my buttocks, the rope burning my wrists as I leant into its biting grip for support.
I knew I’d not be unable to hold out for much longer, that my body was rapidly being drawn towards something colossal, and I forced myself to try and relax so as to extend the pleasure for as long as possible, but it was no good; the relentless pounding of his thick shaft alongside the extreme sexual tension that had grown within me from the moment Patrick had tossed me over his shoulder, meant I was fighting a losing battle.
And so it happened. Panting wildly I felt my orgasm suddenly surge with a molten heat. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ I gasped, my legs buckling so that Patrick was forced to quickly wrap a strong arm around my waist as I surrendered completely. Over and over again I cried out, my climax crashing down on me in a succession of waves. And through it all Patrick fucked me just as perfectly as ever, only with shorter, more aggressive strokes, and as my body inevitably began to slow he succumbed to his own pleasure.
Perhaps it was meant as a final act of degradation, maybe it was simply how he liked it, but as I felt his muscles lock tight, as I listened to his breath catch at the back of his throat, he suddenly withdrew from my replete body and releasing an anguished growl, he spurted hot sticky seed all over my ravished bottom – a final insult to ‘daddy’s little princess’.
In time that inevitable cold realisation, where irrational desire is superseded by rational thought, took hold, and the blood once again rose to my cheeks. Patrick must have experienced something similar as I suddenly felt the rope slacken completely, so that I could finally lower my aching arms to my sides.
I listened, without daring to turn around, to the sound of him pulling up and fastening his jeans. He then stepped around to the front of me and I watched as his fingers carefully worked at the knotted rope around my wrists. Once or twice I dared to look up at his face, yet he refused to meet my gaze, his expression remaining inscrutable. The rope eventually came loose and he quickly unwound it before allowing it to fall to the ground.
To say that the atmosphere in the barn was awkward would be an understatement of epic proportions, but what possible, comfortable resolution could there have been? Of course there was none, and in the end it was all I could do to watch as the stable manager turned away and headed purposefully towards the open doors.
For some bizarre reason I felt the desire to call out to him before he left, but to say exactly what I wasn’t sure. An apology, perhaps? Or a thank you? And then it was too late anyway; Patrick was gone, his silhouette swallowed by the gathering dusk outside.
As for me, I just stood there, wiping my tear-streaked cheeks against the hem of my top before awkwardly bending down to pull my breeches up with numb fingers and thumbs. I felt utterly spent. My backside burnt with a pain I had momentarily forgotten, and the sticky residue of his sperm trickled down a thigh as I refastened the press studs at my waist.
I tried to make sense of what had just happened, of what the stable manager had done to me and, more shockingly, of what I had begged him to do, but I only ended up confusing myself further.
Yes he had humiliated me, yes he had inflicted pain on my body worse than anything I had experienced before, but I had accepted it, craved it even, and it pushed me to behave in ways I never thought possible.
Stepping out into the courtyard I saw no sign of either Patrick or Charlie, yet I had no doubt that wherever they were they would be there together, each one happy in the other’s company. I suddenly felt incredibly alone, and as I walked back towards my car I reflected that I really could behave like a spoilt brat at times, and that perhaps I should try treating people a little better. I suppose it would be easy to suggest that such a revelation came as a direct result of Patrick punishing me like he did, but personally, I’m not so sure. I have a feeling it was more to do with that profound sense of loneliness after an act so intimate.
Either way it didn’t matter, as the end result was just the same; it was time for me to grow up.
The PE teacher had already buzzed ahead to warn me that she was sending over a naughty young lady in need of punishment. What she had failed to inform me of, however, was the reason why you were in trouble.
In the end I could easily have lost my job for the punishment I chose for you. Christ, let’s be honest, I really should have lost my job for the punishment I chose for you.
There was a knock at the door...
‘Come!’ I called, and tentatively you stepped into my office.
You were still dressed in your gym clothes: a tight, powder-blue top showing-off the contours of your firm breasts just perfectly. Below you wore a tiny gymslip that displayed far too much of your naked thighs, and on your feet a simple pair of white training shoes.
You looked good. You looked too good.
It wasn’t always easy being the head of the school, you know; particularly when I had to discipline naughty sixth-form girls. Particularly when I had to discipline naughty sixth-form girls like you. Yes, you were a young woman, but I was your headmaster and from the very first moment that the thought had entered my mind I knew I was lost.
I could feel my prick beginning to swell as I stared at you standing nervously before me.
‘So, young lady, what have you been up to this time?’ I asked, and in response you just dropped your head and stared down at your feet, your cheeks flushing a rosy pink.
‘Well come on, girl, I don’t have all day!’ Briefly you looked up at me through glossy eyes to offer an inaudible mumble, before staring down once more.
‘Oh for goodness’ sake girl, speak up! I doubt anything you’ve done this time could be any worse than your previous indiscretions, now could it?’ How wrong could I be?
Finally you looked up once more, your eyes piercing my own with the defiance of youth as you spoke in a full, clear voice. ‘Miss Jones caught me masturbating in the changing rooms, sir.’
It was my turn to blush now. I stared down at my desk, pointlessly shuffling papers from one side to the next and swallowing hard through a dry, constricted throat. Embarrassment wasn’t the only emotion flooding my senses, however, and a second, much more powerful reaction began to exert itself. My cock stood fully erect inside my trousers and throbbed with an immoral desire at the thought of the beautiful young woman before me playing with herself when she thought no one was watching. I knew then for certain that I simply had to have you, and drew a deep breath in a somewhat futile attempt to calm myself and retain my necessarily austere demeanour.
Forcing myself to reassert the appearance of authority once more, I spoke again. ‘I see. Well, a young lady of your age should barely know of such things, let alone be performing them during school hours. You do realise I will have to punish you, don’t you?’ And timidly you nodded your head.
I had always prided myself on a sense of creativity where disciplining wayward pupils was concerned. Perhaps in this instance, however, I was a little too creative.
‘As you know, I believe it is appropriate to punish guilty students in a way that somehow reflects the crime they have committed. Remember that time you were caught littering and I made you clean the entire schoolyard?’ Again, a wordless nod. ‘Well, I’m going to follow that principal now; if you enjoy touching yourself so much then you can demonstrate exactly what you’ve been up to, now, to me.’
‘But, sir...’ you suddenly protested and really, you were right to do so.
‘No buts, young lady. My mind is quite made up. Now, pull over that chair, remove your underwear and sit down. I want to see what you find so stimulating about that body of yours.’
I watched, taking secret satisfaction in your all-too-evident discomfort, as you remained standing still in the centre of the office, staring at the floor while your cheeks burnt a deeper shade of red.
‘Good God, girl! Must I do everything for you?’
Standing up – my erection tenting the front of my suit trousers, but thankfully your eyes were firmly fixed to the floor – I walked around to the front of my desk and dragged across a low armchair until it was positioned next to you.
‘Lift up your skirt,’ I scolded, and with nervous hands you did exactly as you were told, to reveal white cotton knickers that moulded snugly to the contour of your mound, the vertical line of your slit obvious beneath the thin fabric.
Slipping my fingers beneath the elastic waistband I quickly, and unceremoniously, peeled down your panties to expose what has to be one of the prettiest pussies I have ever seen.
‘What’s this?’ I questioned with feigned anger. ‘Have you been shaving your puss... your vagina, young lady?’
‘Waxing, sir,’ you replied, in a voice barely more than a whisper.
‘Well, I’m starting to see what a truly naughty girl you are, and I wonder if merely making you recreate your deviant act will not nearly be enough of a punishment.’
I couldn’t, could I? In that instant I pictured myself bending you over my desk and sliding my rigid prick inside that beautiful little cunt of yours, but it would surely have meant me losing my job.
I wet my lips, my cock pleading to be released, and stepped back behind the desk to retake my seat.
‘All right then, young lady, go ahead,’ I ordered, concentrating on keep my voice level and authoritative. ‘Show me exactly what you were caught doing in the changing rooms by Miss Jones.’
I stared, utterly enrapt, as finally you complied, slipping out of your panties entirely and sitting down on the very front edge of the chair. I revelled in your embarrassment, your eyes glossy and on the brink of tears, cheeks ablaze with shame, as slowly you leant back.
‘Well come along, girl,’ I prompted, ‘part your legs.’ And you did so.
Your sweet pussy was so rudely exposed to me now, yet still I needed to see more.
‘Goodness, young lady, wider!’ I chastised. ‘Hook your legs over the arms of the chair!’
And it was a remarkable sight to behold as you obeyed me completely, slowly lifting your thighs, one after the other, until the backs of your knees folded over either armrest. You slid your toned bottom even further to the very edge of the chair and your flushed, pink sex lips separated at the last moment to display a thin, silken line of moisture within.
It was no good; I could not watch such an entrancing, illicit display without enjoying a little pleasure of my own – but that would be the end of it, I tried to convince myself.
Carefully, and entirely hidden from you by my desk, I unzipped my fly and withdrew my angry, swollen cock, taking it tightly within a fist.
‘Okay, that’s better,’ I managed, my throat feeling tight with emotion. ‘Now, touch yourself just as you did when you were caught by Miss Jones.’
With only the briefest of hesitations you reached a hand between your spread thighs, and with two fingers you began to slowly and awkwardly touch yourself. You shut your eyes tightly, through embarrassment or pleasure I could not tell.
The sight of you stroking that perfectly smooth pussy was something unbelievably special, and I began to pump my shaft harder still. ‘Come now,’ I admonished, ‘do it properly. I know exactly how naughty young ladies masturbate, you know, and I can assure you that one day you will thank me for this punishment.’
These words seemed to finally switch something in your mind, and you gasped and relaxed that little further back into the chair. Giving in to the moment you began to nibble pensively your lower lip, while clearly teasing yourself in just the way you liked to.
Glistening fingers slid up and down your naked slit, smearing and stretching your soft flesh in every direction before you finally allowed them to seek out that tiny fold of flesh and to play with your swollen clit directly. You circled it round and round, teased it up and down and from side to side, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, and I watched in awe as your tight body began to twitch and jerk with each increasingly powerful spasm that exploded from within.
Whilst surreptitiously continuing to fuck my fist from behind the cover of my desk I suddenly realised that you might actually allow yourself to orgasm in front of me, right there, on the armchair, in my office. I could easily have done so too, but, wonderful though the prospect was, I knew deep down that I could not possibly allow that to happen.
Moaning now from the back of your throat, your hips began to rise and fall with a constant pulsating rhythm, giving themselves completely to the unremitting tease of your fingers. Without any prompting from me your free hand slipped down between your thighs also and I felt my cock jerk violently as I watched you work a single finger between your pussy lips to fuck your entrance with short, rapid strokes.
The whole sordid, wonderful episode had gone far too far already. I knew that with just one word from you I would be in trouble beyond my wildest nightmares. And so, instead of calling a halt to the events accelerating out of my control, and with all rational judgement now completely lost to me, I decided there and then that if my career was to be over because of one gorgeous student who couldn’t keep her hands out of her knickers, then I would have to make sure that she got exactly what she deserved.
‘Stop now,’ I ordered through dry lips, and your eyes immediately flashed open with alarm. Your finger remained held tightly within your pussy, however, and your breasts heaved deliciously as you tried to steady your breath.
You looked up at me nervously, perhaps worried that once again you had let me down, but how could you have? The beautiful young woman masturbating before me, just because I’d told her to, was one of the loveliest things I have ever witnessed, yet I was obviously unable to share such knowledge with you.
‘Stop it now, girl,’ I said again. ‘You seem to be enjoying yourself far too much,’ I rebuked. ‘And do you know what? I think you’re just a sex-obsessed little trollop.’ You shook your head rapidly from side to side in response, finally sliding your hands away and bringing your legs together, sitting up straight in the chair. ‘I’m afraid I don’t believe you. Do you know what fellatio is? Have you ever put a penis inside of your mouth? Have you ever sucked an erect cock?’
Again you looked to the floor, only this time rather than shaking your head, you nodded, tentatively and shyly.
‘Speak up, girl, for goodness sake!’ I snapped, intentionally goading you.
‘Yes, sir,’ you quickly muttered.
‘I thought as much. Well, as part of your punishment I think you should suck my cock too. Is that understood?’
‘Well, yes, but...’
‘Yes what, young lady?’
‘Yes sir, but...’
‘I won’t tell you again, young lady. Now sit up straight,’ I instructed.
Somewhat awkwardly, trying to make sure you didn’t realise what I was doing, I tucked my erection away and refastened my trousers, before standing and moving back around to the front of my desk. Looking down, I smiled to myself with the knowledge that your pretty face was at just the right height.
‘All right then, my girl, if you enjoy sex so much you can show me exactly what that mouth of yours can do. It may feel strange – sucking on your headmaster’s penis, I mean – but it will be a useful lesson for you to learn. Trust me, it will be an unusual experience for me too, but I am willing to make that sacrifice for the good of one of my students.’
What a deceitful bastard I was. What I was telling you to do was absolutely outrageous and I was well aware of the fact, but there you were, a beautiful young woman left entirely at my mercy. I was abusing my position badly, but it was just too damned tempting not to.
Standing right before you I unfastened the buckle of my belt and drew down the zipper so that my trousers dropped smoothly to the floor. I then slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear and pulled the elastic wide over my considerable erection, before sliding them down too.
I know it’s stupid, but I couldn’t help but feel a certain flush of pride as I observed you staring wide-eyed and anxious at my cock, erect and pulsing before your flushed face.
‘Suck it,’ I ordered, and you glanced up at me, your eyes dark and moist. Calmer now I went on, coaxing, cajoling. ‘Look, don’t be scared, my dear, I’ll help you, I promise,’ and gently I forked my fingers through your silky-soft hair, pulling your head closer towards me as I did so.
A sudden shiver ran the length of my spine as I felt your hot cheek accidentally press against the length of my shaft, but really it was what that cute mouth of yours could do that I was most interested in discovering.
Gripping at your hair more tightly I drew back my hips, before directing forward once more. I watched as you opened your mouth in anticipation, yet not quite wide enough that I wasn’t offered the sweet sensation of my swollen head brushing against your lips and stretching them further apart as I entered your moist warmth. I exhaled a deep, shuddering breath through my nostrils as the intense wet heat of your mouth assailed me. It was almost too wonderful to bear, and my cock twitched in response. Drawing a deep, chest-expanding breath, I forced myself to relax; after all, what kind of a disciplinarian would I have been had I allowed myself to ejaculate down your throat right there, right then?
‘All right, young lady,’ I managed, my voice somewhat strained, ‘you’ve been very naughty, we both know that, and this is the next logical stage of your punishment. Suck my penis like you would for a boyfriend and we’ll forget your outrageous behaviour of before. Yes?’
Again I had to stifle a moan as I felt your head nod in compliance, your silken tongue inadvertently teasing me as you offered a muffled, ‘Yes, sir,’ in response.
Really, I amused myself with the thought, I ought to have also admonished you for talking with your mouth full, but on this occasion I decided to let it pass. ‘That’s a good girl,’ I encouraged instead. ‘Now... suck me.’
It was an indescribable bliss to feel your lips close around me so tightly. I watched your cheeks hollow as you used the vacuum of your mouth to suck hard against my shaft, your mouth drawing in saliva so that you might give me the slippery wet blowjob I demanded of you.
Slowly you began to bob your head up and down and I entwined my fingers still deeper into your silky hair. Once or twice you pulled back a little too far so that the airtight seal was suddenly broken, and a delicious wet slurp accompanied the only other sound in the tense atmosphere of my office – my strained breathing.
It was blissful hell trying to stifle my pleasure, and I knew I’d be unable to for very much longer, but I felt it important to maintain for as long as possible the somewhat dubious pretence that I was only making you perform oral sex on me as part of a vital lesson that needed to be learnt. Of course, the reality was entirely different and utterly selfish.
As time slipped by, and you worked with admirable diligence at your set task, you actually appeared to relax a little. In fact, you almost seemed to be using your mouth and tongue on me with the express desire to give me pleasure, and not just because I’d told you to by way of some highly dubious punishment.
Your tongue pressed tightly against the underside of my penis, applying wonderful pressure with every withdrawal and causing my shaft to glisten with your saliva. You simply felt too good and I found myself releasing guttural moans of delight with every buttock-clenching thrill that shot through my body. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I began to fuck your mouth while you sucked me, thrusting my hips back and forth, pulling your face onto me, gently at first, but then harder, faster and with greater abandon. Once or twice I heard you choke a little as the tip of my cock nudged the back of your throat, but you were clearly a girl with some experience and you quickly regained your composure, continuing to allow me use your mouth for my own, immense pleasure.
Bolts like lightning shot through me with every thrust of my hips, every long, pulsating withdrawal of your wonderful lips. You certainly had a natural flair for sucking a man’s cock, and were far more skilled in your abilities than any young lady of your age had a right to be. Occasionally you would lift your head away, withdrawing my glistening cock from the heavenly haven of your mouth, staring up at me with greedy eyes while licking around its head, before swallowing it again and indulging me with your indecently expert ministrations.
I could feel myself being drawn ever nearer to that inevitable moment. Pulse after spine-tingling pulse fired through me and I gasped and groaned with frustrated pleasure. I actually considered allowing myself to give in and explode within your mouth, or perhaps to withdraw at the last moment to coat your pretty flushed face with my seed. That image alone caused another massive shudder to rip through me, but no, that would have been quite wrong; because I still desperately needed to fuck that tight pussy of yours.
So gripping your head tightly I held you still. I rolled back my head and drew quick, calming breaths before looking down at you again. You stared up at me with those big, questioning eyes, perhaps wondering if at last you were a good girl, if your punishment might finally be over. But smiling at just how delicious you looked with my cock still lodged in your mouth, your moist lips stretched taut halfway along the pulsing shaft, I spoke once more.
‘Well then, young lady, I see that you know exactly what you’re doing, which is a great disappointment to me.’ Nothing could have been further from the truth, of course. ‘It just goes to prove what a debauched thing you truly are, and I’m afraid your punishment cannot possibly end just yet.’
A tiny moan vibrated against the head of my cock. Whether it was with fear of what was to come, or with pleasure from the knowledge that your punishment was not yet complete, I can only guess, but either way it didn’t matter to me in the slightest. I withdrew my erection, watching as a silky thread of your saliva slipped from its tip to fall across your chin.
Leaving your mouth was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but it was quite necessary so that we might move on to the next stage of your ordeal.
Quickly straightening my clothing once more, fastening my trousers only loosely around my swollen penis as I hadn’t quite finished using it on you just yet, I held out my hands. You reached up and allowed me to carefully guide you to your feet. Glassy eyes stared up at me, and I in turn, smiled kindly back at you.
‘You’re accepting your punishment admirably so far,’ I praised you, ‘but it is not over quite yet. You still need to accept what a naughty girl you are. I know that disciplining you in this manner might seem a little... how shall I put it... unorthodox, to you, but it will prove extremely effective, believe me. Now, place your hands on the desk like this...’
I positioned your palms a little more than shoulder width apart on my oak desktop. My hands pressed against the soft flesh of your inner thighs as I guided your legs wide apart, and a little way back so that you were forced to bend forward and to support your weight on arms. I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my fingertips up and stroking the tip of a thumb across the succulent flesh of your waxed-smooth pussy, as I stepped away and you gasped and tightened your buttocks in response.
And there you stood, angled over the front of my desk, your shapely legs parted wide, toned muscles straining, and your naked bottom barely concealed beneath that tiny gymslip. You looked as pretty as a peach, but I needed to see more so I reached forward to lift your skirt, leaving it bunched loosely around your waist.
I listened to you release a series of soft, anxious moans, which I assume was a result of the new level of exposure I had subjected you to. I suppose that by now you must have accepted what a tough headmaster I could be, and really, who could blame you for feeling a little nervous?
I stood back, stroking the contour of my frustrated hard-on through my trousers as I contemplated your stunning, youthful body. You were an undiluted vision of sexy loveliness with your juicy pussy, soft and pouting between those smooth thighs and ass cheeks.
And it was at precisely that moment that I finally knew I was going to fuck you, not just dream about it, as I had done for quite some time. Gazing at you bending forward like that I had no real choice in the matter; but still the time was not quite right. You really did need punishing and I was strong-willed enough of a man to set aside my own pleasure so that I might teach you the lesson you clearly needed to learn.
‘This may sting a little, my dear,’ I announced, ‘but it will perhaps make you think twice about playing with yourself during school hours.’ And with my last word I brought a palm swinging down against your right buttock. You yelped loudly with the shock of the first contact and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched your skin flush a deep, angry crimson.
Again I spanked you, the left buttock this time, and once more you reflexively tightened your muscles and gasped with shock and distress. One cheek after the other, I rained down spank after spank, watching how the blood would surge to the surface and no doubt irritate with a burning intensity.
My God you looked good, tensing and releasing your backside with every stinging smack of my palm. In time I began to temper the cruelness of my spanks with vigorous rubs of my fingertips where my hand had just fallen. It was certainly my intention to soothe you, but I was also well aware that I would be increasing your sense of frustration in another, perhaps more dangerous way.
I really don’t recall placing it there, but I soon realised that my free hand was pressing lightly against the silky-smooth flesh of your inner thigh. Slowly I began to draw it higher, brushing the pads of my fingertips in rising circles until, inevitably, they found the soft swell of your wet cunt. With a single finger I began to caress back and forth against your pouting sex lips.
In just the same way that I was offering you the outrageous contrast of biting slaps and gentle caresses, I began to use my words against you similarly, telling you one moment that you were doing well, and that it would all be over soon, before reminding you of what a wanton trollop you were the next.
A second finger joined the first against your pussy, and applying just a touch more pressure it was not long before they were smeared sticky with your cream. I suppose I had known it all along anyway, but your body offered you no way to deny your true desires, and I’m afraid this only encouraged me to spank you all the harder while my fingers pushed their way between your lips and proceeded to lightly fuck your entrance back and forth. You continued to cry out with every searing smack of my palm, yet there was something needful, almost desperate, about your sobs now. I couldn’t help but notice how low you were leaning over the desk, and how you were allowing your hips to writhe back and forth quite outrageously.
Finally I stepped away, breathing hard and congratulating myself on the blotchy marks I’d painted on your poor bottom. My fingers glistened with your juices, and I was just about to lewdly suck them clean when a far better idea came to mind.
‘You really are too much, girl,’ I berated. ‘Here I am, trying to teach you a lesson, trying to show you the error of your ways, and I find that even now you are still preoccupied with your own selfish gratification. You are actually enjoying your punishment, look!’
I brought my fingers round to your lips and smeared them against you, coating you in your own fragrant juices. I don’t know how I had expected you to respond, but it was certainly not in the way that you did, as quickly you sank your lips around my fingers, sucking them avidly before licking them clean. You were amazing; a sexy girl who was clearly incapable of understanding the difference between right and wrong, and I could see there was really only one way left for me to teach you the consequences of your ways.
‘I’m afraid you leave me no other option but to fuck you now,’ I announced, and my cock jerked reflexively to the sound of the husky sob you gasped in response. ‘If you’re going to behave like a little slut – playing with your pussy in public places, and clearly enjoying have your bottom spanked, for example – then it is my duty, as your headmaster, to show you exactly what you’ll be letting yourself in for should you decide not to mend your ways.’
Again I drank in the vision of your semi-naked form bent prone across my desk and, my goodness, you looked good enough to eat. No longer willing or able to wait, I quickly unfastened my trousers again and dropped them and my underwear to the floor. Positioning myself right behind you, my legs planted between yours, I cupped each of your ripe, blotchy-red buttocks in my hands and eased them apart.
‘Now,’ I said in your ear, ‘try to relax a little...’
My cock stood just about as hard and as proud as ever it has, a tangible salute to your ability to turn me on. I released one succulent buttock, gripped my eager erection in my fist, and aimed it towards your luscious entrance. Pressing the swollen, scarlet head against the softest folds imaginable, I drew slowly up and down, coating it in your wonderful juices and lubricating myself nicely, before pushing forward from my hips just a little. Your arousal was such that your body accepted me eagerly at first, the heat of your wetness permeating the head of my prick. Soon enough, however, I felt the resistance of your tight channel, yet I pressed on. It was my duty to do so, clearly.
Moving my hands back to the lower curves of your buttocks I once more spread them wide, and the sight of my aching cock finally sinking into your cunt was just about the most incredible thing I have ever seen. For a fleeting moment I wondered if it was not too late to stop, to send you on your way with a final scolding and to pretend that this whole outrageous incident had never occurred. But then, how could I? Not only would I be neglecting my responsibilities as the head of the school, but also, I would be failing to take advantage of your beautiful body and tight, wet cunt.
With a last swallow I thrust my hips forward, stretching your pussy and plunging my engorged shaft deep within. I threw back my head and released a hiss of pure rapture as I felt your body grip me with a searing heat, but any sounds I expelled were matched by the whimpers and sobs you uttered in response to being penetrated so completely.
I held myself utterly still, offering you a moment to compose yourself and for me to luxuriate in the sensations of your throbbing pussy sucking so sweetly against me. But then, slowly, I pulled back, and just as the ridge of my swollen head began to pull at your entrance, just as I was about to leave you, I shunted forward again. I built my rhythm, my cock sliding in and out, harder, deeper and quicker with every stroke. I stared down at the wonderful view before me; the entire length of my cock shining and glossy with your cream, and then a little higher, at that other tiny aperture of yours, and for an instant I wondered if there might be another lesson still to be taught, but no, that would have been a step too far.
I noticed how you were standing on tiptoe now, how you angled your hips to feel me just the way you wanted to, as deep inside you as possible, and it was plain to see that you were not suffering at all through the ordeal of your punishment.
Finally, increasing my pace still further, I released my grip on your behind and moved my hands up around your waist to pull you back against me with every forward thrust of my groin. Your whimpers and moans increased, and you were biting a knuckle, your brow furrowed and your nostrils flaring as I fucked you hard from behind. It was clear you were only moments away from your orgasm. I was close too, as electric shocks of pleasure fired from the base of my spine to the tip of my cock with an intensity that caused me to grit my teeth and release guttural groans from the back of my throat.
It was time for me to bring your lesson to a close and to find selfish release within your wonderful body. Harder and faster I thrust, slamming my hips forward so that my abdomen slapped noisily against your tight little ass. But then you sobbed with dismay as at the very last moment, just as I stood on the very precipice, I withdrew completely, lifted your exhausted body from my trusty old desk, spun you round to face me and pressed your spanked bottom back against it. With one hand I hastily lifted your skirt and nudged your feet apart with a toe of my shoe, pumping my cock in my free fist as I did so. I wanted to see your face, and I wanted you to see mine, and I can still remember the look on yours as you gazed dreamily back at me, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed as finally I gave in.
‘Jesus!’ I hissed, as jet after hot, sticky jet of cum erupted and splattered across your thighs, more arcing into the air and coating your naked pussy. I gasped and I moaned, my orgasm refusing to abate, as I continued to milk every last drop from my tender cock.
Eventually I felt my body begin to slow, and with a deep, shuddering sigh, I relaxed completely, my spent penis starting to wilt in my sticky hand.
Utterly drained I collapsed back into the armchair behind me, where the seduction process had all begun. I closed my eyes and the gravity of what I had just allowed to occur came crashing down around me. All too late I wondered exactly how much trouble I had let myself in for. Could I deny it, suggest it was little more than the product of a mischievous young woman’s imagination? No, of course I couldn’t; that would have been immoral.
It was in that exact same moment, when I had accepted the seriousness and possible ramifications of my actions, that a soft sound once more alerted me to your presence. Tiny sobs and gasps were followed by a few whispered expletives that a good girl really ought not to know. But you weren’t a good girl, were you? You were a wonderfully naughty girl, and I looked up to see you still leaning back against my desk, eyes tightly shut, head lolling back and your lips parted as you blatantly and unashamedly teased your delicious pussy right before me.
I watched in wonder as you rubbed your cum-spattered clit with a desperate, yearning need. It truly was a joyous sight to observe, and I actually felt rather proud of you as your fingers worked rapidly up and down. I could tell by your expression, hear by your moans, that you were so close to your own release, and it was nothing less than a sheer delight, even an honour, to sit back and watch you bring yourself off right in front of my eyes.
Suddenly you fell silent, holding yourself utterly rigid for just an instant before, with an anguished cry, your climax exploded within you. You panted, you squealed and you moaned, two fingers held in a ‘V’ stretching the tender flesh of your pussy one moment, and then rubbing your clit the next.
Inevitably, and somewhat sadly, your orgasm began to subside. I was speechless. You had shamelessly brought yourself off in front of your headmaster, in his study, against his desk, apparently with no regard for what I might think of you.
And I thought you were wonderful.
As you finally relaxed completely I stood up, pulling up my trousers and settling back down again behind my desk, once more returning to the role of head of the school.
‘Well, young lady, I hope you’ve learnt a valuable lesson here today,’ I said, in a firm and collected tone that surprised even me. ‘Now tidy yourself up and we’ll say no more about the matter, understand?’
Nodding shyly you went on unsteady legs through to my small adjoining washroom. When you were freshened up and your clothes straightened and looking decent again you returned to my office, in front of my desk, staring down at the floor in just the same way as when you had first entered.
‘You accepted your punishment well and I can tell that you’re a good girl deep down,’ I said kindly. ‘Now, run along back to class and I don’t expect to see you in my office for quite some time to come. Is that understood?’
You muttered some kind of inaudible affirmation before, turning on your heels, you left me to contemplate the inevitable downfall of my career.
Five days later and the school board still hadn’t called to demand my resignation, nor had the authorities arrived to question my abuse of power. In fact, up until that moment when my secretary, Jane, buzzed through on the intercom, I’d heard absolutely nothing further from or about you whatsoever.
But my pulse certainly quickened and a sickening feeling of dread gripped my insides when Jane said your name.
‘What... what does she want?’ I asked anxiously.
‘Well that’s the strange thing, headmaster,’ Jane said. ‘She says she’s been naughty again and needs to report herself to you.’
‘Ah, w-well, um,’ I stammered, trying to gather my thoughts and my composure at this unexpected but not unwelcome development.
‘Um, give me five minutes to finish what I’m doing, Jane, and then send her through. Oh, and Jane... you may as well go home early this afternoon; I might be quite some time with the young lady, as I suspect she’s been a very naughty girl indeed.’
The story I’m about to share begins one sunny afternoon in late July when me and my brother were back home from university. Josh had recently graduated and was looking for a fulltime job, whereas I was simply kicking back and sponging off my folks for the summer holidays. On this particular day mum and dad had been invited out to their friends’ for dinner, and as it was quite a drive away they’d decided to stay overnight.
Now, despite the fact that I was a twenty-year-old back then and Josh was twenty-two, we had been given strict instructions to behave ourselves and were permitted no more than one friend each to stay. I promptly invited Julie – an old girlfriend from schooldays – and Josh, two of his mates from university. I was mildly peeved that big brother had broken the rules without warning me in advance, especially as mum and dad still saw him as being the ‘sensible’ one, but when his friends arrived somewhere around three o’clock that Saturday afternoon I must confess, I was rather pleased that he had cheated.
Josh’s pals turned out to be extremely handsome young men. They all knew each other from the university rowing club, and both boys had bodies to make a good girl blush.
First off I was introduced to Christian, who was tall, blond and had what American’s would call a ‘preppy’ look about him. It was clear to see that he loved himself a little too much, but as he really was pretty damned gorgeous I was prepared to forgive him his cockiness. Next came Ben with his square-jawed good looks, piercing blue eyes and dark hair, clipper-cut short to the scalp. Ben’s greatest weapon was a boyish smile that could be used to devastating effect whenever he chose to use it.
By the way I was dressed you wouldn’t have thought I’d made any special effort in honour of our guests, as I was wearing little more than a short denim skirt and a tight, black, sleeveless tee. That said, I do like to make an impression and I’d made sure that I looked pretty damn hot – if I do say so myself – but in a subtle kind of a way.
While waiting for Julie to arrive we all got to know each other a little better over a couple of beers in the garden. As the drinks flowed and inhibitions fell away it was clear to see that I was having some kind of an effect on Josh’s friends. Christian was confirming my initial suspicions by proving to be more than a little up himself, what with him being far too happy to regale me with his superior athletic and academic achievements, while making no effort to disguise the fact that his eyes would linger on the naked flesh at the top of my thighs or on the swell of my tits. If I’m honest, I was starting to think Christian was a bit of a dick, but all the same, I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying his attentions.
Ben joined in the conversation whenever he could, and he too undressed me with his gaze, but perhaps a little less blatantly than his friend.
The afternoon was scorching hot, the sky a cloudless blue, and it wasn’t long before the boys decided to strip out of their shirts. I’m sure they were just showing off, but you couldn’t blame them as each had the kind of physique that belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. As I was wearing a bikini top underneath, I too pulled off my T-shirt, not entirely oblivious to the grin and nudge our guests shared in response.
For some reason the attention I was receiving from his friends seemed to bring out a little grouchiness in Josh, and he kept asking what time Julie would be arriving. It wasn’t long before he suggested he take the boys inside for a few frames of pool, knowing full well that I hated the game, but that didn’t stop me from tagging along, and I even allowed sleazy Christian to show me how to improve my cue action as he leant over me from behind, pressing his fit body tight against my ass.
The drinking and flirting continued and I made sure that the boys had plenty to see as I bent low over the pool table, before screwing up my shot royally. It’s nothing I’m particularly proud of, but I guess I’ve always been a bit of a tease, and I must admit it did give me a thrill to watch my brother’s handsome friends ogling me.
Poor old Josh was playing really badly and getting more and more sullen, when thankfully the doorbell rang. It was Julie, and just as soon as I’d grabbed her a cold one, the introductions were made.
I’ve known Julie since forever, and fairly quickly I twigged that she wasn’t her usual fun-loving self. Josh was hitting on her big style by way of compensation for the attention I was receiving, and despite the fact that I know she’s had a massive crush on him since she was no more than nine-years-old, she wasn’t even responding to him. So eventually I made our excuses and dragged her up to my bedroom.
Unsurprisingly I soon discovered it was man trouble and that Mark, her boyfriend, had been talking about ‘taking a break’. Now, I love Julie dearly, but this put a real dampener on the whole day. I’d been looking forward to flirting and having a little fun with the cute guys, and who knows, maybe even enjoying a drunken snog or two, but all Julie wanted to talk about was how she knew that Mark was wrong for her, but she didn’t see how she could possibly live without him. There were even the inevitable tears after a couple more drinks, and I’m afraid I actually began to regret inviting her along.
Later on we ordered pizza and all five of us sat down to watch a movie together. It was just some crappy action flick, but I was enjoying it all the same. About an hour in, however, Julie suddenly leapt to her feet and ran from the room.
I soon found her sobbing her heart out in the bathroom, and resisted the urge to roll my eyes when she sniffed that she was sorry, but one of the actors in the film reminded her of Mark. In the end, when she announced that she should probably not stay the night and would like to head home, I’m only mildly ashamed to confess that I made absolutely no effort to persuade her otherwise.
When I stuck my head around the door to tell Josh that Julie wasn’t feeling great and that I was going to walk her home, there was very little in the way of protest and it was plain to see that none of the boys were going to miss her company a great deal either.
By the time I arrived home, an hour or so later, I immediately sensed that the dynamic among the little group had changed, and not for the better. When I’d left they were all charmingly tipsy, but now they’d moved beyond that and were clearly drunk. I, on the other hand, had pretty much sobered up entirely.
We listened to some music in the living room and I hung out for a little while longer, but what had earlier come across as engaging confidence from Christian was now nothing short of unappealing arrogance. Ben too was displaying a side to him that I’d not spotted before, making leery comments about my body that ordinarily I could easily handle, but I thought a little crude given that my brother – his supposed friend – was sat right there with us. Josh had foolishly opened a bottle of whisky, a drink I knew from past experiences he cannot handle, and was steadily getting even grumpier as the night progressed.
It was a muggy evening and the walk to and from Julie’s had left me feeling a little sticky, so finally bored of their company, I announced that I was going to go take a shower.
‘Great, I’ll be up in a minute to soap your, um, back!’ Christian beamed, more to his friend than to me.
I just smiled sarcastically and replied, ‘Yeah sure... in your dreams,’ before turning and leaving to the sound of self-satisfied high-fives and idiotic giggling.
As I stripped off and climbed beneath the stinging jets of water, I couldn’t help but think about the boys. I was really beginning to dislike them and it bothered me that Josh considered them to be his friends. But there was no denying they were very good-looking young men, and my mind wandered back to their semi-naked bodies in the back garden earlier.
I soaped myself all over, feeling the tiny goose-bumps that had risen across my arms and how tight my nipples had become as my fingers brushed over them. Slipping a hand between my thighs I began to slowly rub back and forth, gasping and rolling my head back as my slippery caress hit home. Finally I decided it had been a pretty disastrous day all-in-all, and that I deserved a little fun of my own. Christian and Ben may have turned out to be complete assholes, but that didn’t stop me from using my imagination to think of their bodies alone.
So, unhooking the showerhead, I brought it down between my thighs and altered the jet so that a soft stream of warm water gushed directly against my clit. It felt really good and I imagined myself left alone with them in the garden, and what they might do to me with a bottle of sun lotion and their wandering fingers, if only I let them.
I was completely lost in my fantasy when all of a sudden a heavy knocking fell against the bathroom door. I jumped with fright, dropping the showerhead in the process, before calling out an angry, ‘What?’ by way of response, then watched as the door handle began to turn, but thankfully I’d remembered to lock it.
‘Um, it’s me... Ben,’ came the reply.
‘I’m having a shower, Ben. What the hell do you want?’
‘I... I was just looking for the toilet,’ he said.
‘It’s next door.’ As if he didn’t know.
‘Oh, um thanks,’ he offered weakly, before all fell silent once more.
I have no doubt that the stupid boy actually thought I might simply invite him in to join me, and although the idea of his hands lathering my naked body all over was rather appealing, I’m just not that kind of a girl, and all he succeeded in doing was breaking the spell of my erotic daydream. So I quickly rinsed down and dried myself off.
Back in my bedroom I realised that I’d had enough of the drunken fools downstairs for one evening, and so I decided to go to bed. I quickly rifled through my drawers and found a cute little pair of pink shorts and a white cotton vest to slip on.
Now, looking back I suspect that deep down my intentions were never entirely innocent. I’ve already admitted that I enjoy flirting, and just because you don’t like a person doesn’t mean it’s not fun to tease them a little, so I headed off to say a last goodnight to my brother and his guests.
I soon discovered they were no longer in the living room, however, and hearing the TV blaring away once more I headed back through to the den. As I entered I was greeted by the unmistakable fake grunts and groans of a porn movie in full swing, which very quickly turned into the cheering crowds at a football match as my brother surreptitiously changed channels.
Christian grinned crookedly and offered a lazy wolf-whistle as his eyes crawled drunkenly up and down my barely clothed body.
‘What are you watching?’ I questioned with fake innocence, well aware of the truth.
‘What does it look like, brains?’ Josh replied.
I turned to face him and scowled. ‘Look, I don’t give a shit if you want to watch porn, you know, so you don’t have to disguise it on my behalf. Anyway, I just came down to say I’m off to bed.’
‘Aw, don’t go,’ Ben drawled. ‘You can watch the movie with me. There’s plenty of room on the sofa, right here.’ He patted the leather cushion at his side and winked while I simply rolled my eyes in response to his sleaziness.
‘Look, if you’re going to bed why don’t you just fuck off,’ Josh snapped, and I spun round to face him once more. It wasn’t Josh’s fault really; I shouldn’t have flirted with his idiot friends, and it must have been very uncomfortable for him to see them leering so blatantly at his sister.
Then out of nowhere, as I stood facing directly away from our guests, I suddenly felt hands grab at my shorts before they were quickly whipped down my thighs to leave me standing naked from the waist down. There were raucous jeers and laughter as I quickly bent to pull them back up, before turning to glare at Christian and Ben. I don’t suppose they saw anything more than my bare bum because of how I stood, but all the same, their sheer nerve made me seethe with rage.
‘You immature little shits,’ I growled. ‘How dare you?’ But this only made them howl even louder.
‘Just go to bed,’ Josh said, softer now, but with clear frustration in his voice, and so I strutted out of the room without so much as a ‘goodnight’.
As I lay beneath my quilt fury still boiled within me. I had met young men like Christian and Ben many times before; spoilt little rich kids who had been brought up to believe they were God’s gift. But it was weird also. Perhaps it was only a remnant of my arousal in the shower, but I sensed a deep yearning somewhere dark and dangerous within my body. It felt really awful to admit it, even to myself, but something about the way one of them had dared to pull down my shorts actually turned me on a little, and I imagined how it might have been if they’d gone further, grabbing and stripping me completely.
My clit began to tingle its desire and I couldn’t help but allow a hand to slip down between my thighs.
At first I simply rubbed back and forth against the soft fabric of my shorts, while imagining Christian and Ben getting a good look at my pussy as they ripped them away, but then I slipped my hand within the waistband and began to play a little more directly, picturing them also pulling off my top to reveal my pert tits. Harder and harder I teased, sliding my other hand beneath my vest to rub against a nipple, until the little bud swelled hot and erect.
I continued to wind my body tighter and tighter as tiny gasps escaped the back of my throat. Really it was appalling that the idea of being humiliated by such a pair of arrogant pricks should excite me, but it felt so deliciously naughty at the same time. I could sense my orgasm fast approaching and I moved both hands between my thighs, using the fingers of one to stretch my juicy flesh wide while the other rubbed even harder against my clit.
Moaning loudly I was all set to give in when suddenly a loud thump sounded just beyond my bedroom door, causing me to gasp and hold completely still. Through the pounding of my racing heart I listened intently.
‘Will you shut the fuck up? Are you actually trying to wake her?’
It was the unmistakable hiss of Christian’s voice out on the landing.
‘So which door is it then?’ protested a drunken Ben.
‘How the fuck should I know? We’ll just have to try them all.’
I was astonished that they actually had the nerve to be wandering around my parents’ home unaccompanied, but was not yet willing to accept what it was they were so obviously looking for.
Again a crash came from behind the door as one of them must have stumbled in the darkness. ‘For fuck’s sake...’
And then, in the soft moonlight that streamed through a gap in the curtains, I watched horrified as my door began to open. Part of me wanted to shout at them to get the hell out; part of me wanted to scream for my brother; part of me even wondered if it was not just an innocent mistake and that they were perhaps only looking for somewhere to crash for the night; but mostly I knew the truth of the matter.
But for some bizarre reason I simply closed my eyes and lay back as if asleep, desperately trying to steady my frantic breathing.
‘What if Josh wakes up?’ Ben whispered.
‘Will you be quiet? Anyway, you saw him; he’s fucking comatose because of all that whisky. Trust me; that boy’s not going to be waking anytime soon. Shit, this must be it!’
Floorboards creaked as footsteps slowly crossed my room. My throat stung dry and I so desperately wanted to swallow, but I dared not in case they could see me in the half-light.
‘Oh God, there she is,’ hissed Ben. ‘Look, maybe we should just go get another drink instead.’
‘Stop being such a pussy, will you? We’re only gonna take a little look, and besides, you saw what she was like downstairs. Do you really think she’d have walked into the room wearing so little if she hadn’t wanted us to checkout her body? She’s just a fucking prick tease, that girl.’
Anger flooded my senses. I was desperate to rip into him, but something held me back. Christian was right in a way; I was a tease, but that did not give him the right to enter my bedroom while he thought I was sleeping. Once more I considered shouting at them to get out, even prepared myself to claw at the first face my fingernails made contact with, but I was trapped in a spell and as I felt my quilt slowly lifting away, the cooler air of the bedroom mocking my barely concealed flesh, I disguised a tiny shiver of excitement as a reflexive movement within my slumber.
‘See, dickhead? She’s fast asleep.’
‘Damn, she looks good,’ I heard Ben say. I guess it was only because they were drunk, but neither of them was making much of an effort to whisper now, and they would’ve been crazy to think that if I really was asleep they wouldn’t have disturbed me.
‘Oh yes, she does,’ Christian agreed in a drunken drool. ‘Go open the curtains a little wider so we can get a better look.’
Feet padded across the carpeted floor.
‘Mmm, checkout that sexy body,’ Ben purred as he returned to the bedside, and I felt an icy chill ripple along my spine with the knowledge that they were there, watching me.
‘Yeah, she’s hot all right, but I wanna see more.’ And it was all I could do not to gasp as I felt fingertips pull gently at the inner seam of my shorts.
‘Shit, Chris, what the hell are you doing?’ Ben gasped.
‘Oh do be quiet, you wimp. I just want to get a little look at her pussy, that’s all.’
Slowly I felt the soft cotton between my legs drawn aside, and what I assumed were Christian’s knuckles briefly brush against my inner thigh. It was hell trying to remain calm and pretend I was asleep. I still fought the urge to yell at them, but I cannot deny that it felt utterly exhilarating to be so taken advantage of, and I’m afraid I decided to let them continue for just a little longer.
‘There you go, take a look at that,’ Christian breathed.
‘Oh my God, it’s beautiful,’ gasped Ben.
‘I told you it would be. And look, the little slut even waxes. I bet she’s had more cock inside her than you or I’ve had hot dinners,’ Christian sneered.
‘Fuck, I’d love to touch it,’ Ben whispered enthusiastically, and from the idea alone I was forced to gulp, quickly releasing a soft moan as I pretended to shift in my sleep so that a thigh fell that little bit further to the side.
‘Well why don’t you then?’ Christian replied, his arrogant tone pissing me off yet more.
‘Don’t be stupid; she’ll wake up.’
‘No she won’t. She’s had as much to drink as the rest of us and she’s fast asleep. Anyway, if you’re not gonna touch it then I am.’
I released a tiny whimper from the back of my throat as a finger suddenly made contact with my naked sex lips. For a drunken pig of a man Christian was remarkably gentle, and he stroked lightly up and down, causing my breath to catch and my stomach muscles to tense with every thrill he released within me.
He pressed a little deeper and my lips parted for him all too easily. ‘Jesus!’ he hissed, as his finger worked back and forth. ‘The little whore’s soaking wet already. I bet she’s dreaming of us fucking her tight cunt right now, mate. Look...’ Christian’s caress left me and I assumed he was showing off my arousal to his accomplice.
‘Here, let me have a go,’ Ben muttered, unable to keep the quavering excitement from his voice.
‘Sure, but let’s make things a little easier, shall we?’ A monumental shiver shot the length of my spine as I felt my shorts being pulled down my thighs to leave me utterly exposed. He wasn’t careful, he wasn’t subtle and it was the moment when I really ought to have put an end to it, but I’m ashamed to confess I really wanted Ben to take his turn at touching me in such an intimate way, and as my shorts were soon left bunched around a single ankle, I faked a sleepy movement once more so that I could part my thighs wider still.
‘See Ben, subconsciously she’s offering herself to us,’ Christian coaxed. ‘Right now she’s thinking of your fat cock as it slides in and out of her cunt. She wants you to touch it. Go on!’
Now the tip of Ben’s finger pressed against my sex, and I could feel his nervous exhilaration as he shakily slid it a little higher to work against my entrance. ‘Fuck!’ he declared. ‘She’s so hot,’ and taking me quite by surprise he suddenly pushed forward to enter me completely. I drew a short, desperate breath through my nostrils as he penetrated me with his finger, skewering it slightly as it entered. ‘You’re right, Chris,’ he enthused, his disbelieving excitement obvious, ‘she’s fucking soaking.’
Soon a second finger joined the first and he began to frig me a little deeper, my pussy sucking against him as he drew back and forth. It was all I could do not to cry out from the wonderful sensation alone, but more than that, I was profoundly turned on by how outrageous the entire situation was. I kept thinking back to my brother passed out downstairs while his supposed friends took advantage of his sister, of how much I had learnt to despise Christian and Ben’s arrogant attitudes, but also how good it felt to be stripped by them and now, to have my pussy fingered while I was apparently sleeping.
‘That’s it, Ben, what did I say?’ Christian urged. ‘Finger-fuck the little bitch harder.’
I could picture Christian’s gloating face above me and it both disgusted and thrilled me at the same time. As though encouraged by his friend’s words, Ben began to work his fingers a little quicker while pressing a thumb against my clit, and it felt so very, very good.
‘Let’s get a little look at those lovely tits now, shall we?’ Christian suggested, and I felt my vest being tugged up until it was left rolled and bunched beneath my armpits. ‘God, check ‘em out Ben,’ he whispered. ‘Like two little strawberries just ripe for the tasting.’
‘Shit, Chris, don’t,’ Ben uttered, but he was too late and I felt warm wet lips encircle a nipple and the tip of a tongue flick against it. I cried out instinctively, arching my back so that Ben’s fingers were forced deeper within my pussy. Each of them held utterly still, but I’m mortified to say that I only muttered softly as though dreaming, and collapsed back down into the softness of my mattress.
‘Christ, that was close!’ Christian exclaimed, and I could hear by the tone of his voice that he was wearing that conceited smile as he spoke.
‘I think we should go now, Chris,’ Ben said softly, and he withdrew his fingers from my wet puss.
Sometimes I wonder what I’d have done if Christian had agreed. My body ached for satisfaction and I’m scared that I might well have begged them to continue, but thankfully I was not put in that position.
‘You go if you want to, mate,’ he scoffed, ‘but I’m staying right here. I’m not missing out on this opportunity...’
‘Hey, what the fuck are you doing?’ Ben suddenly hissed, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a buckle being released followed by the rustle of jeans being drawn down.
‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ Christian challenged. ‘I’m going to make her suck on my cock. Look...’
‘Please, Chris!’ Ben objected, but Christian only sniggered derisively in response.
The mattress sank a little as I sensed him leaning over me. I could smell him; the musky scent of his prick so close to my face, and I shivered within my feigned sleep once more. As the exposed head of his cock gently pressed against my lips, daubing them with a sticky bead of pre-cum, I released a nervous whimper from the anticipation of what was about to come. I really didn’t know how to respond, and I’m not sure what would have given me greater pleasure if he’d tried to force it into my mouth – for me to bite and cause the cocky little shit to scream in agony, not to mention probable permanent damage, or to disgrace myself by allowing him to use my mouth for his own selfish pleasure, but in the end the choice was not mine to make anyway.
‘I’m only kidding, dickhead,’ he scoffed, lifting away from me as reflexively the tip of my tongue traced across my lips to taste the salty tang where his prick had touched them, and I actually felt a tiny pang of regret. ‘Out of the way,’ Christian then instructed.
‘But why?’ Ben asked. ‘What are you...?’
‘Oh, stop whining, little girl,’ Christian mocked his so-called mate. ‘I only want to feel her cunt against my cock.’ The mattress sank again as I felt his weight shift. My legs were parted without a great deal of care, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as the head of his prick pressed against me.
‘You’re right, Ben, she really is a beautiful girl, this one,’ he drawled. ‘I guess I’m just an old romantic at heart, but I almost feel like kissing her.’
I could feel the warmth of his breath tease so close to my cheek, the smell of beer assailing my nose, and I rolled my head away in response. But not to be put off Christian began to work his cock up and down against my sex, pressing into my clitoris and causing me to open my mouth and gasp involuntarily. And then the supercilious sneak moved the tip of his cock against my entrance and I finally accepted the truth of what was to come...
‘Okay, Chris, that’s enough, let’s go now,’ Ben implored.
‘Sure,’ he mused patronisingly, ‘in a minute, mate. Just as soon as I’ve fucked her.’
Christian then suddenly thrust and I couldn’t help myself from crying out as his stiff cock sank deep inside me with just one shunt of his hips. Finally I flashed open my eyes, but Christian simply leered down at me as though aware that I’d been awake all along. He held himself utterly rigid, his challenging stare boring deep into me, and I shivered, with pleasure or revulsion I cannot be sure.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ he whispered, so Ben couldn’t hear him. ‘You’ve just been playing with us all along.’
I don’t know whether he expected me to nod and beg him to continue, but he certainly won’t have planned on what happened next as I reached up to claw my sharp fingernails deep into the vulnerable flesh of his throat, gripping him so tightly.
‘Listen, you arrogant little prick,’ I hissed. ‘You have five seconds to tell that idiot behind you to grab my wrists and to cover my mouth, or I’m going to scratch out your eyes and scream the house down. Do you understand me?’ Witnessing the look of real shock in his eyes was a pleasure almost as intense as that of his beautiful cock throbbing deep within me and, his bravado gone if for only a moment, he nodded in silent compliance. ‘Good,’ I whispered. ‘Now do it and then fuck me.’ I released my hold to leave him with scarlet wounds he would struggle to explain for several days to come.
‘Shit, Chris, she’s awake!’ Ben exclaimed fearfully, as he peered down at me from over Christian’s shoulder.
‘No shit, genius,’ Christian sneered, twisting his head and once more sounding like his usual supercilious self. ‘Grab her wrists and cover her mouth so she can’t scream.’
‘But...’
‘Just fucking do it, all right?’
Ben looked into my eyes and I blinked back at him in the hope that he’d understand all was not as it might seem, but Christian clarified things anyway. ‘Look, Ben,’ he went on, as though talking to a simpleton, ‘I’m going to fuck this little slut whether you like it or not. You can help out and have your turn in a moment, or you can just fuck off and leave us alone.’
Tentatively Ben stepped to the head of the bed and leant forward, and just as he’d been rather forthrightly instructed, he clutched my wrists and lifted them within one hand, resting them above my head on the pillow before closing his free palm over my mouth.
Christian began to thrust, slowly at first, but then quicker and harder. My mind was in a whirl. I was only too aware of how wrong it was for me to allow Christian to use me like this. Really, I disliked the conceited young man intensely, but there was just something so unbelievably powerful about imagining I was being fucked against my will, that I was pinned down and unable to fight back, that set my body alight with a delicious contradiction of self-loathing and pure bliss. I even allowed myself to resist them, squirming my legs and attempting to pull my wrists from Ben’s grip, but he was strong and held me easily and securely.
Christian’s stiff cock felt incredible as it forged deep inside my puss, and I moaned and breathed rapidly through my nostrils while working my inner muscles against him. Harder and harder he fucked me. Neither his technique nor the size of his cock was anything exceptional, but the kick out of being debased so overwhelmingly was enough to send white-hot thrills shooting to my every extremity.
In time Christian’s panting and grunting above me intensified. I could see by the tortured contortions of his beautiful face that he was close and so, desperate to find release for myself, I focussed on my pleasure only.
Of course it was no good; Christian was a selfish bastard in every aspect of his life, and all of a sudden he withdrew and lifted himself above me. I released a muffled cry of protest against Ben’s palm, staring wide-eyed as Christian pumped his shaft quickly back and forth in his fist before he cried out and thick spurts of cum began to splash down upon my stomach and breasts.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he moaned, gasping and cursing as he rendered my body little more than a sticky-wet mess. I felt so dirty, lying there beneath him, yet beyond the intense frustration that he’d beaten me to his climax, I simply adored being used like the filthy little slut they’d made me.
Eventually Christian relaxed, and no longer willing to look me in the eye, he climbed from the bed to pull up his jeans.
I caught Ben staring from me to his friend and back again, with a look of real shock in his eyes. He was a fool all right, but perhaps not a completely bad person at heart. As he released his grip on my wrists I gazed up at him, before offering comfort with a whispered, ‘It’s all right, Ben.’
Christian, on the other hand, had already regained his obnoxious cockiness. ‘So, are you going to fuck her then, or what?’
Ben questioned me with his eyes, so with a gentle nod I told him it was what I wanted.
‘Um, I... I guess so,’ he stammered, pulling off his T-shirt and slipping out of his jeans and boxers. His cock was not yet fully erect, but already it looked rather large. As he stared down at me lying there, naked but for my vest bunched beneath my arms, and my shorts tangled around one ankle, my breasts streaked with his friend’s sperm, he began to work his foreskin back and forth in his fist, until his cock stood thick, long and proudly erect, curving outrageously up towards the impressive ridges of his stomach.
‘Good man!’ Christian declared, slapping Ben on the back. ‘I think you should fuck the little whore from behind while I pin her down.’
Again Ben looked towards me, so I gave him a little nod in return.
Christian quickly leant over the bed and rather roughly flipped me onto my front, causing me to grunt as the wind was knocked from my lungs. A hand slapped down against one soft buttock, and I gasped through the sweet thrill of submission and pain as he hissed into my ear, ‘Get on your knees,’ and unwilling to argue I did just as I’d been told, parting my thighs wide and leaving myself entirely at their mercy.
‘Mmm,’ he purred. ‘Look how cute she is, Ben. I kind of wish you’d gone first now, and then I could have fucked that tight little asshole of hers instead.’
Although I would never have allowed it to happen, the lewd thought alone sent a delicious shiver running throughout my body.
The mattress dipped yet again as Ben knelt behind me. Two hands mauled my vulnerable bottom, parting my cheeks wide, and the swollen head of Ben’s cock worked its way between my wet sex lips. As he began to push forward I was immediately grateful that Christian had been the one to take me first, as my pussy was already prepared, wet and yielding, and I couldn’t help but whimper a little as Ben’s impressive girth began to sink deep. I dug my fingers into my pillow, gritting my teeth and moaning as he forced his way deeper still.
‘That’s it, Ben, stretch her tight cunt,’ Christian gloated triumphantly.
There was no real pain to speak of, but it was definitely as large a penis as I have ever experienced, and things were beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, but just as I thought my body had been pushed to its absolute limit Ben suddenly stabbed with his hips and sent his entire length deep within me. I cried out desperately, my head swimming with colours from the sensation of being filled so completely. Ben held still for an instant and my muscles reflexively clutched around his pulsing shaft, before he slowly began to withdraw. I gasped, secretly fearing he might leave my body completely, but he just shunted forward again and I squealed with tormented delight.
Slowly and carefully he built his rhythm. Over and over his cock slid in and out, harder, deeper and faster with every stroke. Christian crawled up next to me on the bed and I gasped as his fist wound into my hair before he pulled back to wrench my head with it. Through the shame of what they were doing to me, and more importantly, my own humiliating compliance, I shut my eyes to our sordid little world.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ Christian whispered against my ear, mocking me. ‘You like my friend’s big fat cock fucking you.’ I didn’t respond, I couldn’t bring myself to, but he was right; my whole body felt as though it was on fire such was the intensity of Ben’s relentless fucking. ‘Say it,’ Christian demanded, yanking harder at my hair and causing me to cry out with a heady mix of pain and pleasure.
‘Yes,’ I gasped eventually. ‘Yes, I like it.’
There was no need for me to work myself back against Ben, as I couldn’t have taken him any deeper anyway. Besides, the intense thrill in imagining that they were using me against my will was all I really wanted from the experience, and it wasn’t long before I felt my body building towards that elusive, wondrous climax.
‘You’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you?’ Christian hissed. ‘You wanted our cocks from the very first moment you set eyes on us.’ The fingers of Christian’s free hand taunted me as they stroked along my dipped back, possessively cupped and kneaded by bottom, and then his index finger dared to press against my exposed rear entrance. I tensed against the rude contact, pleading with a misty-eyed shake of my head, but the unexpected touch only caused my pussy to grip even tighter around Ben’s stiff cock, and I’m ashamed to admit that I loved it.
‘Say it,’ Christian tormented me. ‘Tell me you’re a dirty little slut or I’ll push my finger into your ass.’
Ben increased his pace, fucking me even harder still, and I gasped through my sweet degradation.
‘Say it!’ Christian hissed again, applying just enough pressure against my tight virgin hole to prise his fingertip inside. ‘Say it or it’ll be Ben’s cock you’ll be feeling in there and not just my finger.’
The idea of it horrified and delighted me in equal measure, but I couldn’t; that would have been just too much. ‘I... oh, fuck,’ I moaned, feeling something monumental surge within me.
‘Tell me!’ he growled again, tugging even harder at my hair and wrenching my neck still further back.
It was simply too much for me and I finally surrendered. ‘I... oh, I’m just a... I’m just a dirty little slut,’ I gasped, saying the crude words he wanted to hear coming from my lips, and as the last one escaped I cried out, my orgasm finally taking control of my body and my senses.
It was so deep, so powerful, that I released anguished sobs of unadulterated bliss, and for what felt like an eternity I was no longer aware of Ben or Christian’s presence, and was consumed by selfish pleasure only.
Inevitably my climax entered a gentler phase, and once more I took satisfaction from Ben’s rigid cock still buried deep within me, and just then I felt it tense and release as he gave in to his own orgasm. Waves of pure energy radiated throughout my body, causing my arms to quiver and me to slump forward onto my pillows, my bum still up in the air, as softer, warmer thrills washed over me.
Eventually things slowed completely and I collapsed, utterly exhausted, into the mattress, Ben’s still-hard cock forced to leave me, my heart racing wildly. I lay completely still with my head buried within my arms, my poor abused body far too weary to move so much as an inch, and I’m not sure that I have ever felt more alive.
Thankfully neither of the other two dared to speak any more, and all was silent but for the sound of my ragged breathing.
Eventually, as I felt a warm trickle of Ben’s cum seep from between my thighs, I rolled over and lifted myself from the bed. Grabbing my robe from the nearby chair and wrapping it tightly around me, I looked first at Ben and then at Christian, but each of them avoided my stare and appeared rather lost.
‘I’m going to the bathroom now,’ I told them, ‘and I don’t expect to see either of you when I return.’ On shaky legs I walked to the door, and left them sitting in reflective silence.
After a lovely refreshing shower I returned to my room and was pleased to find they’d clearly heeded my words, as they were nowhere to be seen. I was far too tired to try to make any kind of sense of my actions and so, closing the door, I quickly remade the bed with fresh linen and slipped beneath the sheets, falling asleep almost immediately.
The following morning I woke later than usual, feeling pretty well rested, all things considered, and headed down to the kitchen to pour myself a steaming mug of coffee. All was silent throughout the house and there was no one to be seen, until I stepped out through the open French doors onto the sun terrace. There I found a rather worse-for-wear looking Josh, sitting alone at the table, wearing dark shades and nursing a coffee of his own.
Pulling up a chair to join him, I actually felt a little sorry for the poor boy and leant down to offer him a quick peck on the cheek. ‘Morning, big brother,’ I said cheerily. ‘How you feeling today?’ All I got in return was a pained grunt and I couldn’t stop myself from smirking at his suffering.
I allowed a minute or two to pass in silence, before asking the inevitable question. ‘So, where’re the two idiots, then?’
‘Huh? Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care,’ Josh muttered. ‘They must have left before we got up, and to be honest, I’ll be quite happy if I never see either of them again.’ I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in my brother for finally coming to his senses, and I smiled as I sipped my coffee.
A few minutes later he spoke again. ‘Hey, listen sis...’ he began, and I looked up to see him sheepishly peering over the rim of his sunglasses. ‘About last night... I’m sorry for how they treated you.’ An intense, itchy heat flooded my cheeks, but I simply tilted my head and offered him a quizzical smile in response. ‘In the den,’ he continued. ‘They had no right to behave that way and then when they... well, you know. I should have stuck up for you, and if I hadn’t been so drunk I would’ve kicked them out there and then. I’m afraid I must have passed out shortly after that.’
‘Hey, it’s okay, Josh,’ I said, reaching across the table to pat his hand. ‘We all make errors of judgement at times, and besides, boys like those two may be huge pains in the arse, but even they have their uses.’
‘Really?’ Josh questioned, furrowing his brow. ‘Like what?’
‘Oh, I don’t know, but I have the strangest feeling there’ll be something those two have got going for them, even if they are just a pair of pricks,’ I replied, trying to disguise my grin behind another sip of coffee.