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Social Graces Finishing School Revisited (Chapter 1)
A long time member of this school, I have aged gracefully despite all
the graces that I have learned and endured in this school. It has been
almost five years since I first wrote of this organization that is so
necessary to a thriving community. The women of this school all have redeeming
graces and actually have the necessary skills and training to be ladies.
The training is part of what I do for Ms Sadie, as I have been with
her since my mid thirties. I am now forty-five. I will not bore you with
trying to deceive you into believing that the women at the school are ladies
or women wanted to be trained to be ladies. Ms Sadie runs a quite
successful escort service, specializing in giving men and some women, a proper
woman who will not embarrass them in public. In private, now that is another
situation, as the ladies have those private skills required.
As I have mentioned, I have sort of retired from being a full time
escort. My age and the requirements of our clients tend to want younger more
voluptuous women. Some older men still like a mature less sexual woman to
be on their arm as they take in a social event. As I said, the women are
trained in social skills and in erotic ones if they are lacking.
The old Victorian house on Hamilton Street a hulking structure,
hinting of a long ago age of mansions that lined the south side of Poughkeepsie.
This is the home of the Social Graces Finishing School. Smiling, as once
many years ago it was a finishing school for ladies to learn the social
graces. How shocked those prim and proper ladies would be to know what the
function of the school is now.
Tonight, this evening there will be a dinner party at the Vanderbilt
Mansion in Hyde Park. The lower floor housing the ballroom will be used and
a meal catered using the refurbished lower kitchen. A holding company has
purchased a large parcel of acreage between Hyde Park and Poughkeepsie,
across from the Culinary Institute of America and will be developing it into
a multi use facility to include hotel, conference center, townhouses and
mall, with lots of open air uses in addition. The development has even drawn
the Governor to attend this party and many of the local politicians.
Waiting in the back room, listening to the quiet conversation of the
"ladies" gathered and hoping to be chosen for this gala affair, I stand back
and watch. Seems like ten or more of these women will be picked as
escorts for this function. I know I was requested as an escort and dressed
accordingly.
Wondering as usual if I am overdressed; but enjoying the social
exposure and not thinking of myself as just a woman on an important man's arm.
Looking down at my metallic blue lace gown with 3/4 length bolero sleeves.
A satin trimmed dropped waist bodice with a pleated lace skirt and
spaghetti straps. Back zipper and hook and eye closure. Standing tall in silver
opened heels, silk pale blue thigh high stockings with a pale blue garter
belt. An azure thong and strapless cotton azure back closure bra. The long
pleats showing off my long legs. The hips flaring a little more then I
would like; but taking the eyes away from the small breasts.
For a change wearing jewelry, a necklace of oval topaz, circled by
white sapphires on a thin silver chain. Pierced earrings, against oval topaz,
with white sapphire chips. And finally a small gold ankle bracelet with
the letter R scribed on it. Smoke grey eye liner and clear lip gloss and my
nails painted smoke grey, fingers and toes. Hair pulled back in a french
braid and daubs of my favorite perfume Red on my pulse points.
Looking quite the proper lady for this event and the people attending.
What will be required past that, still to be determined, at least by me.
The other ladies, milling around, expecting to be picked, hoping to as the
escort fee is high even for the most innoculous reason. And the potential
for more dates of this nature higher.
A simple system is how she works her business, well this one anyway.
She has other services that are offered; but not as "high class" as this.
I have worked for her in her clubs and adult stores and houses. Also
escort work and demonstrations. Needless to say they don't pay as much and earn
you the reputation as a low class adult worker.
No money changes hands. It is all a handshake that seals the deal.
The costs are determined by what is expected of the girl. A deck of playing
cards will tell all that is needed. A girl is never expected to exceed
her limits. A red suited card will mean that it is a simple escort and the
number of the card will tell the hours that the service will last. A black
card and the number will tell the number of hours that the girl is expected
to be available to pleasure her client. A picture card, a Jack or Knave
is BDSM, a Queen that anything in your sexual repertoire is allowed. A King
that it may be more then just the two of you. Each woman or man will find
that Ms Sadie takes a fee of 20-50% in my case 20%. The client can
decline the girl within an hour of picking her up by returning the card to Ms
Sadie. Otherwise the card is given to the woman so she knows what are the
parameters of the session. I hope that was not a boring or confusing
explanation.
The girls being called one by one to be picked or interviewed by
potential clients. Ms Sadie's picture book and write ups on the girl usually
giving enough information for a decision. Seeing that a variety of age
groups being selected, as I await my client. As usual I am the oldest of the
group at the ripe old age of forty-five. Still no coloring in my dark brown
hair and eyes are still hazel and I have not tried to work contacts into
my look. My glasses are what makes me look less likely to be mistaken for a
"call girl."
Walking to Ms Sadie as she calls me to the front parlor to meet my
client. No apprehension or dismay as I will accept the client with no
questions asked. My limits are well known as well as my talents. Most of the
ladies do not try to put restrictions on Ms Sadie as to age of the client or
color or religion or looks. You have listed what you are willing to do and
from their the client chooses.
The parlor looking as Victorian as the house itself. The furniture
most likely from another period of time as I walk into the room and look at
my client. Sitting down as he holds my chair and initialing that I am
taking the contract. Ms Sadie handing the man an envelope with my particular
card or cards in it.
Taking the proffered hand of the gentleman. "Mr. Nachtwald, may I
present Ms Raven Bane. I do believe that you know each other from a number of
years back." A curtsey and then a kiss on his cheek as I acknowledge him.
"My pleasure to see you again Mr. Nachtwald." A smile wreathing my face.
The man looking little different from four or five years ago. A lean
man, 5'8" and well built. White hair short cropped and ice cold blue eyes.
Still not sure if he is in his fifties or sixties; but it is a number that
really doesn't matter.
"My pleasure liebchen." His smile on his lips; but not touching his
eyes. He is a German financier. Most likely involved directly with the
project for this event. A very expensive three piece pin stripped suit his
trade mark dress. His hand reaching to pin a corsage on my gown. Feeling
the coolness of his fingers as they touch the open top.
Being led to the front door and down the steps to the waiting limo, a
Grey Ghost. Being handed into the limo, as he steps in to sits next to
me.
The darkened windows hiding the us from the outside world. "You look
lovely my dear Raven. And I knew who I wanted without having to review Ms
Sadie's catalog. You are exactly the image I want to show those this
evening. And I know that you are two women Raven. The lady that will attend me
at the event and then the woman that will attend me later."
His hand taking the envelope from his pocket and opening it and
showing me the playing cards inside. A Joker and then another joker sliding from
behind the first. No surprise on my part if that is what he expected.
Those are the same two cards that he had the last time we met. The Joker
basically meaning, I have no limits for the next twenty four hours. The
second joker meaning the same. He has bought my services for the next 48 hours.
The first card placed in my bag to redeem it with Ms Sadie as I am now
on the clock so to speak. Mr Nachtwald very German in his peculiar needs.
My eyes watchful as I all too well know what my time will be, and that I
will earn every dollar that the card represents.
"Let me help you off with your top my dear." Leaning forward and
slipping the bolero top from my shoulders, exposing the bare skin, the top of
my dress supported by the thin spaghetti straps. His hand reaching behind
and slipping the hook and eye and then the thin zipper and then dropping
the straps to the sides. His hand deftly undoing the rear clasp on my
strapless bra.
"Let me see those lovely breasts Raven. Those nipples need attention
and you respond so well to attention." Mr Nachtwald turning away to a an
overnight bag on the seat across from him.
My hands slipping down the front of my dress and the bra and exposing
the small mounds of my breasts, and yes the fat tips already hard and
thick.
"Yes, they are very lovely and I am sure they are still responsive."
His fingers reaching to touch the swollen nipples. My eyes closing as he
cups my breasts and his thumb lightly strums over the sensitive tissue. A
soft moan of pleasure as his fingers slowly roll the hard tips in his
fingers and a moan and groan as his finger pads pinch the tips hard. Trying not
to move as he fondles and massage the soft mounds with an alternating
gentleness and hard pawing. My heart beat increasing as I take a deep breath as
I wait his pleasure. What he desires of me is my pleasure for this night.
What he deems to allow me is the pleasure I will get this night.
Eyes on his face as he reaches behind him and shows me the matched
clover clamps. His mouth lowering to kiss and suckle gently at each of my
nipples. My eyes closing as I enjoy the pleasure. I know it is short lives,
as his fingers now grasp my left nipple and attaches the butterfly clamp
onto the aroused bud. The spring clamping firmly on my nipple, as I suffer
the pain of the clamp. The other nipple adorned the same. The clamps gold
with a finely worked gold chain joining them. His eyes holding mine as he
flicks his finger against the chain, the clamps pulling tighter with just a
little pressure. My eyes closing as I hiss to release the pain. Taking
another deep breath to try to master the tightly squeezed flesh, numbing and
aching dully.
"You look beautiful like that Raven, I so wish that we might show you
off at the dinner like this. You are so ladylike in your perfect outfit, I
wonder what everyone would say if I could bring you as I picture you
looking perfect. Gold jewelry with drape your body as your only clothing. Gold
clamps and chains and manacles. Finely wrought by master craftsmen." His
fingers teasing the clamped breasts. "I should have told Ms. Sadie how I
wanted you to dress to allow for certain adornments.
His lips kissing the already sore nipples. Then slipping the bra from
my arms and slipping the dress back up over my breasts. Looking at the
affect of the clamps on my breasts, barely covered by the thin material of my
dress. The dress having enough room in the bodice that the outline of the
clamps just press against the front.
"Now sit back my dear woman." Leaning back against the seat back as
his hands lift the ankle length hem of my skirt up and bundling it up and
handing it to me. His eyes looking at the juncture of my legs and lower
torso. Studying it as he might one of his blueprints. The bare skin under
the straps of my garter belt. His head cocked to the side for a moment. "Do
you need the belt to hold up your stockings Raven?"
"Yes, I do Mr Nachtwald, I didn't know that I should wear thighs
highs. Would you like the belt and stockings off?" A shake of his head.
"Slip your thong down as I want to make some necessary additions to
your " Complying as I hold my skirt up and slide my thong down to my knees.
"Spread my dear." Parting my legs wide and exposing the full lips of my
outer labia. "Now slip to the edge of the seat." Watching as he turns away
and then back to me, feeling the slick touch and then grunting softly as I
feel the butt plug being inserted into my rose. A cork screw motion as he
drips the lube around the tip and works the thick knob into my dark hole.
Feeling the fullness of the stubby tip as it spreads my asshole around it.
Knowing that is going to be an uncomfortable feeling as I don't suppose
it will be coming out soon.
Then closing my eyes as his fingers touch the my warm labia. Not sure
what is the plan for this part of my body; but knowing that it will not be
entirely pleasant. His fingers pushing the outer lips apart and then
tugging on the inner ones. Trying to decide I would guess on what he will use
to adorn my lower body. Feeling the clamp bite into the flesh of my outer
lip. Holding my breath to contain the pain, and then the pull on the
sensitive flesh as her lets a small weighted ball hang down on a short chain.
Then a matching clamp and weigh on the other side. The weights tugging on
the lips, lengthening them obscenely to stick out past my opening.
Hearing the next item; before feeling it touch my folds, the small egg
vibrating against my still hooked clit as he hold it firmly to my flesh.
My eyes staring back at him for a few seconds and then fluttering as the
intense vibrations, cause me to lose concentration. A hiss of sound as I try
to take a breath and hold it. My eyes closing as I lay back on the seat
and hunch my hips to his hand. My thighs tense as I try to hold myself
still. The low laugh drawing my eyes open as he smiles his triumph.
The limo pulling into a parking lot as I look out and then back to Mr
Nachtwald. A question in my look. "I told the driver not to pull into the
estate till I told him. I want you ready and primed for this dinner and
dance my dear." His fingers shifting the egg lower, to rub on my slit and
force it between the warm flesh of my entrance. The jiggling egg, now
enclosed in my pussy, the sound of it more a dull sound pulsing in my body then
an audible one now.
"We will test your control my dear, and I know you pride yourself on
it." A pair of matched metal balls inserted into my pussy with the egg. I
can already feel the vibration of the egg against the balls, a clinking of
sound, almost like a soft tinkle. "Now pull up your thong carefully. I
want you to jam the material between your lips to hold the eggs and balls
inside of you; but allow the lips to hang out on either side."
Obeying his instructions, and carefully pulling my thong up the
waistband over my hips and the middle panel digging between my cunt lips and ass
cheeks. The butt plug annorying as the thong string pushes on it and the
fuller front panel, bulging my labia apart and holding the balls and egg
inside of me.
A sigh of relief as he turns the vibrator off. As if there is total
silence, as my body isn't alive with the endless vibration. Straightening
my skirt around me and finally kneeling on the floor of the limo, to sort of
get a feel and look of how my added jewelry will lay on my body. If I
keep my legs parted, the hanging clamps and weighs will not show in the front
and their is just enough freedom so the bulge of my cunt lips will not look
obscene.
Reaching to my back to zip up my top now, but stopped as he pushes it
down to my waist. Watching as he pulls out a few flat weights, and
delicately hangs them from the draping chain connecting my nipples together. The
weighs light; but each one pulling the nipple clamps tighter. Again using
my breathing to control the immediate pain. Then waiting till it becomes a
dull ache. Slipping the top up on my breasts, the thing strings holding
it up and then zipping and hooking the back. The bolero top just showing a
square of flesh just above my breasts.
Sitting down again, not feeling any unsightly bump in my dress, and
seeing his nod of approval. "Nothing visible my dear. If you do use the
restrooms, you may take the clamps off while there, otherwise, it will be a
very long evening."
Outwardly looking ladylike and composed; but already his exquisite
jewelry is taking a toll on me. And yes it is going to be a very long night,
in public and I am sure in private.
The limo in motion again as we pull back onto Route 9 and into the
tall stone entrance to the estate, the car crossing the stone bridge and to
the circle in front of the main entrance of the building.
Mr Nachtwald, handing me out of the car and a short walk up the steps
to the main entrance. The stone facade awe inspiring and more so as this
was one of the smaller of the Vanderbilt estates. Noting with a quick
glance, that no sign of the clamps visible as I climb the steps. The sway of my
body giving motion to the weights on the nipple clamps and the weighs on
the labia clamps. Not letting it show as I feel the tightening on the
already partially numb, partially aching flesh. The vibration inside my vagina,
already having started again while still in the car.
I know I am imagining it; but I can hear the vibration and click of
the metal balls inside of me as I walk. At least he has the egg at a low spee
d at present; but I know that will not last for long. The man is a real
out and out sadistic bastard; but who am I to judge, as obviously I am quite
a nasty slut and masochist. The butt plug feeling so uncomfortable and I
am hoping that there is no obvious sign of it in the back of my skirt.
There shouldn't be; but I can't look back at my ass and won't look back.
Taking Mr Nachtwald's arm looking around the ballroom as he stops to
talk with a number of men. The dining room able to handle maybe twenty; but
the ballroom set up with circular table around the perimeter able to deal
with a much large number. Somehow you would expect a string quartet to
play in the room; but a DJ is setting up to spin some CDs.
My gown fitting in quite nicely with the attire of the other "ladies".
Chit chatting with some of the women and men I know, most met as a result
of Social Grace's. The stuffy affairs seem to draw the same men and
women, with some minor adjustments.
The appetizers circulated with glasses of champagne and other drinks
if requested. Thanking Mr Nachtwald as he hands me a glass and tells me to
enjoy. Sipping it slowly to make it last till the dinner, as I don't want
to become to inebriated or have to use the facilities too often. Never
having been here for a function, wondering what they might actually be.
Only mildly distracted by the vibration between my legs, or should I
say in my lower body, as Mr Nachtwald, has kept the egg on a low setting.
Well for the most part, he did turn it high and made me jerk in surprise for
just a moment. I gave him a hard stare; but he just smiled that smile
that did not touch his cold blue eyes. His way of reminding me that he
controls the situation.
Before we sat down for the dinner, he allowed me to use the facilities
and take off the clamps that have been on longer then I would have liked.
Gently undoing the ones on my labia and feeling the relief and quick pain,
as the weights no longer pull on the delicate flesh. Then slipping off my
bolero and and straps on my gown and looking at the darkly swollen
nipples, squeezed by the clover clamps. Taking a deep breath and holding it as I
slip off the weights on the chain and then release the clamp on my right
breast. Grasping at the sink as I hiss with tears in my eyes as the blood
flows quickly to the sore and bruised nipple. Shaking for long seconds as I
grasp the ceramic countertop so as not to touch the rock hard tip. The
pain and pleasure alternating as the blood flows back and then the dull ache
of the bruised flesh. The other nipple causing similar responses; but more
intense as I fight the urge to not take the clamp off. The pain buckling
my legs and feeling a sweat ready to break out on my body as I tremble and
fumble with the clamp. Hissing again, as I take a deep breath and sway with
the flow of sensation. Eyes closing as I am relieved of all but the
annoying egg at present.
Pulling my top up and straps holding it in place, as I gently settle
the small breasts in the top. I know I am going to be aware of the thin
material for the rest of the night, as it brushes against the aching tips.
Replacing the bolero and looking to see the outline of my nipples against the
material as I stand straight and brush a little water over my face. The
cold water cooling and soothing to some extent as I take the small clamps
and weighs in my hand and kiss them. Then placing them in my hand bag as I
walk back to the milling crowd.
Opening the bag and handing the jewelry back to Mr Nachtwald, his hand
brushing my left breast and nipple, causing my to release a soft moan to
his amusement. To be honest, I am with Mr. Nachwald; because my limits are
quite expansive and am listed as a pain slut in not so many words. Many
girls would not and will not work the BDSM clients.
The egg moving to a higher speed now and then slipping back after I
get the message through my lower body that even without clamps, he can make
my time here........distressful. The bump of his hand against my sore
nipple already his way of letting me know.
Leading me to our table and holding the chair for me as we sit down to
dinner, nodding to the other occupants of the table, of whom I know half.
The introductions and drink order quickly taken as the DJ slips on some
soft music to settle the crowd.
That lovely nestling egg playing a very disturbing tune inside of my
body as it rests at a very low setting and then revs up to a high and back
again to a more moderate and then a steady high. Controlling my response to
the stimulus is possible; but not easily with the ever changing frequency
of vibrations. Needless to say that I am a responsive person, even not
visibly. The clamps painful as they were on my body, have already oiled my
inner machinery with a slickness of pleasure that is still a dampness in my
jammed thong.
I know I am imagining it; but I inhale and I would swear that I can
smell my musky scent wafting from under the table. Mr Nachtwald leaning to
whisper in my ear. "My dear, would you like to have the egg removed."
Nodding my head as I feel the warm breath washing over my ear and tickling the
sensitive flesh of my neck.
"The man next to you looks like a pleasant enough fellow and seems to
enjoy looking at women. I would like you to give him a little manual
stimulation here at the table and make his evening a little better." His teeth
teasing my ear lobe. "For that favor to the man, I would be willing to
allow you to remove the egg." His lips a soft kiss on my neck, just behind my
ear.
Turning to look at him and giving him a little nod of assent. Being
the number of people at this function and the size of this room for dinner
and dancing, we are a little bit crowded at the circular table. If the man
does not object, then I should be able to accomplish this with a minimum of
decrepit effort.
A small smile on my wide lips as I turn to make small talk with my
neighbor. He is a little familiar and it turns out he with the DOT that will
have much input into this project. Nothing really distinguishing about him
physically; but a pleasant man to talk with. Middle age, being around
45-50 I would judge, medium build a little soft in the belly, a little
balding. And he does have a sense of humor, liking to crack jokes. Some simple
ones, others a little risque as he sees I am not objecting to the content.
With the wall behind us and the long table cloths, I can see this
possibly working out to my satisfaction, well lets say to his satisfaction.
Smiling to myself as I think this. My hand covering his as I laugh at one of
his off color jokes, eyes looking to his half lidded, lips parted with my
tongue moving to wet my lips. Feeling his hand moving slightly at my
touch; but staying in place as I stroke the back of it with my index finger.
Having gotten his attention, as I talk across the table, my hand still
touching his and then dropping to my lap. A sort of sleight of hand as I
make conversation with the table in general and my hand moves from my lap
to touch my new friend, Ron's thigh. Not looking at him as my hand rubs his
trouser leg and not finding any adverse reaction to my hand, moving it to
the top of his thigh. My other hand resting on Mr Nachtwald's leg.
Turning to my new friend and whispering quickly into his ear, asking
him to pull his chair into the table and a little closer to me. My hand
squeezing his leg, feeling the warmth of his leg through the material of his
pants and sliding the hand higher.
Feeling the bulge in his trousers as I adjust my arm and hand to trace
it. Sighing loud enough for Ron to hear, as I let the conversation move
away from me as I watch the others talking, led by Mr. Nachtwald, who is
facilitating. The vibration at a medium level as my thighs tense and clench
on the egg bouncing against my walls.
The DJ with a loud song banging the walls. Leaning again to Ron, my
voice soft in his ear. "Could you do me a favor and open your fly and let
me feel thing." Watching as he turns to me and then his hands reach under
the table and move to pull his zipper down. My hand fumbling at the opening
and then feeling his hand freeing his swollen organ. Nothing special
about his cock, normal length and girth as far as I can tell, as my hand
strokes against the warmth of the soft outer shell of flesh, feeling the cock
swelling more in my long slender fingers. The steely core hardening and
sporting a nice spongy mushroom cap.
Turning to speak with my client as my hand works up and down the
exposed length of the cock. My nails teasing the wide vein on the underside,
pressing it to the core. Removing my hand from under the table and
pretending to cover my mouth to cough, as my tongue wets the fingers and palm. Then
returning it to the waiting member and sliding my hand up and down,
massaging and squeezing the veiny shaft.
My friend, seeming to be lost to making conversation, as he sits glass
of wine in his hand, nervously sipping. Admiring his stamina, as we have
had our shrimp cocktail course finished and salads in front of us as I
continue to stroke his cock with one hand.
Leaning to him again. "let me know when you might be cumming." His
head nodding in assent. "Oh, you have a nice cock." Seeing him flush at my
comment.
My arm a little awkward as I slowly continue to work the shaft and
head, feeling the precum, slick in my fingers as it oozes from the pee slit.
The movement of his body and the flaring of his mushroom cap, giving me
notice of his impending release. That and his hand white knuckled on his
glass.
Wishing I could work my hand better on his cock; but I think it would
be very obvious what I was doing. Fingers pads moving over the gland, as I
rake my nail against the underside, where the head and shaft meet. Then
covering my palm over his cock head and feeling the first spurt of warm
cream. Hoping no one is paying attention to him as he coughs and coughs, each
spurt a thick gout of seed filling and coating my palm. Wondering if I am
going to leave him a nice stain on his pants. as I wipe my hand in his
napkin on his lap and then milk the final strings of semen from his softening
organ.
Sighing as I slip my hand and the napkin from his lap, leaving his
cock sort of tucked at the entrance of his fly. Normally I would have showed
respect and cleaned his cock and a soft kiss to the head to thank him; but
thinking that won't work in this situation.
Looking at him as my hand drops the napkin on my lap, and then putting
my napkin next to his place. "Thank you."
Thinking I see relief in his face from the cumming and from the stress
of the situation being over. The hum of the egg loud in my mind's ear, as
I feel the vibrations pounding inside of me, not having noticed the
increase in the level as I worked my hand job.
Lifting the napkin from my lap and opening it partially to show it to
Mr. Nachtwald. His soft laugh, and then the egg going quiet. Swiping a
finger in the gooey mess and licking it tasting the spilt seed. Almost
regretting the lack of sensation in my core, as I can feel my walls needy.
"May, I be excused?" Stepping away for a few minutes, to slip off my damp
thong and working my muscles to hold the egg inside as I return to the table.
Leaning to Ron, and whispering in his ear. "A little memento."
Stuffing my thong in his jacket pocket. Turning to Mr Nachtwald, would you like
your egg back Sir?" With the nod of his head, reaching under the table to
lift my skirt and open my legs and tilting my hips up as I force the
tantalizing egg from inside of my body. Feeling it slick and slimey with my
grease as I palm it. "Shall I clean it Sir?" His nod, as I place it in my
mouth and clean my slime from the surface. Tasting my cunt coating it as my
tongue laves it with attention. Then pushing it into my napkin and drying
it.
Most of his toys now gone from my body, though I still feel the
affects of each as a pleasurable or aching residue. The butt plug still
annoying; but firmly in place, keeping my ring stretched. The main meal
uneventful, other then Ron seems to be a good friend now. Smiling, as sit listening
to the speakers, extolling the merits of this project. Finding this time
is most likely, "the lull before the storm."
Knowing Mr. Nachtwald as a competitive man, I expect that he will want
to use some different and I am sure same methods of amusing his BDSM side.
His attention the last time with him, did leave me sore and marked for
more time then usual. But he did not take my "safeword" from me. Maybe he
will "break me" this time. The thought of it scary and exciting as he has
worked many of my kinks and sometimes, a few more seconds on one could well
be the tipping point over the course of a session. Not a single thing to
tip the scale; but the combination of pain/pleasure and emotions riding that
roller coaster.
Mr Nachtwald quite an accomplished dancer as he leads me around the
floor. His hand warm and firm on my back, his other holding my hand in a
strong grip. Moving with him smooth and airy, as I feel his warm breath
against my face and neck. Looking into his eyes and seeing once again the cold
stare. His eyes assessing me or thinking on a project. No real way to
figure what is going on behind his eyes. The smile appearing and disappearing
quickly. "My dear Raven, you are a light on your feet. Liebchen, I am
going to enjoy this night and seeing if you will be willing to give to me
that word. The one I desire to hear from your lips or signaled by your
hand." His voice soft; not threatening; but so sure and confident. And veiled
in his words is the challenge that he has put forth.
"Physically, you are willing to absorb a lot of abuse Raven; but the
physical, the mental and the emotional working together will find a point
where you will reach the breaking point". His hand releasing mine and
stroking the hair back from my cheek. The warmth belying the coldness of his
eyes and words. "I know your limits, or the ones that you have stated in your
profile. And I know that they can be stretched and bent and manipulated
as you will allow; but will also fight back. That is what I want from you
Raven. Your resistance, your unwillingness to be broke. Watching you try
to decide to fight or give in, that will be what I want from you."
His hand slipping lower to the curve of my lower back and pulling me
in tight to him for a few seconds. The bulge pressing on my mound as we
whirl around the dance floor again. Such a self centered bastard, knowing
that I find his personality attractive. My breasts rubbing on his jacket
front, and aching through the thin material of my dress. Biting back a hiss as
the hard sore buttons throb with a dull pain and exquisite pleasure.
Wondering how I have come into this duality of pain and pleasure and
so wanting, so needing to merge one with the other. Wasn't my upbringing or
Catholic schooling that brought me to this crux. My long skirt flaring
behind me as we twirl one more time. His hand relaxing and leading me back
to our table.
Bending his head to mine as he positions the chair for me as I sit
down. The gentleman in so many ways, the facade of the dominant sadist hidden
so ingeniously. "My dear, you have done well to give a hand job to our
table companion; but now I desire that you find a companion here and give him
oral or genital sex or both. I will be busy for awhile with business so
complete this task and report back to me. I would prefer you do one of
each; but both on the same person would be acceptable; but not complimentary to
your skill set." His lips pressing my cheek for just a moment as he walks
away to a group of men and women discussing the project.
My eyes moving around the table, then expanding to the immediate area
around me as I search for a potential partner. Walking to the bar in the
corner and ordering a double single malt on a small rock as I look around
again. Appraising the male pool and which men seem to have shown some
interest in me as I walked to the bar.
Chit chat and small talk of a risque nature, piquing interest from
some and finally being rewarded with a dance from an older gentleman. Letting
him decide on how familiar his hands hold me as we dance, then slipping my
arms down to hold him by the waist, gently pulling him closer and finally
leaning my head on his shoulder, bodies touching and barely shuffling to an
old slow standard. Finding the opportunity to thrust my hips forward to
rub on his lower body and rewarded with a stiffness that I am sure is not
his wallet. Stepping one of my legs inside of his as we move slowly in one
corner of the dance floor.
No reluctance as I allow him more and more freedom in body contact.
His breathing a bit heavy and his heartbeat speeding up as my lips find his
neck and give a soft kiss to the warm skin. Smelling the odor of sweat and
seeing a sheen of moisture on his skin as the dance comes to and end.
Looking across at Mr. Nachtwald and seeing him engrossed in
conversation, then taking my partner's hand and leading him to a side entrance and
out of the ball room. "Let's walk a bit." My hand leading him to a copse of
trees, the clear night stars, partially obscured as we stand looking back
at the Victorian Mansion. The lights in the lower level windows and the
music and conversation hinting at the once grandeur of this estate.
Turning to my dance partner and looking him in the face, then leaning
to brush his lips with mine. Tongue tip tracing the upper, then lower lip.
His arms reaching out to my waist, holding me for a moment and then
pulling me closer. My tongue slipping into his warm mouth, touching the
hardness of his teeth as I find his tongue and tease it with mine.
Hands wrapping around his lower back and pulling us closer together.
Feeling his groin and bulge against my mound, as I rock slowly on my
heels. Grinding my pubes into his body, feeling the firmness of his organ.
Catching my breath as I break free of his mouth and smiling a small
smile, as I reach down to my skirt and pull it up as I kneel in front of this
man, with an unknown name. My fingers finding his belt with one hand, as
my other traces the outline of his arousal. hearing the gasp of his breath
as I unhitch his belt and the tab of his trousers and then pull the zipper
down with a soft whisk of sound. Fumbling at the fly of his jockeys and
then just pulling them and his pants down around his knees.
The warm touch of his cock springing against my cheek. Barely able to
see the outline of his cock. My hand well familiar with the workings of
the shape and feel of a man's organ. Blowing a warm breath over the swollen
knob. Feeling the shiver in his cock and body. Smiling as I lean into
him and touch my tongue tip against the smooth velvety gland. Swiping it
over and around the spongy top and the flared ridge. Then holding it at the
base, as I move my tongue from bottom to top. My tongue tip pressing and
following the thick vein on the underside. Then pulling the shaft down and
opening my lips, encircling the fat head, feeling it press my lips open
more, and then sealing them around the shaft.
A slow bob of my head on the veiny shaft. Tongue laving the fat head,
tasting the oozing slick of precum as it slips from the distended cum
slit. Feeling his hands on my head, tensing as I work his cock slowly with my
mouth. One hand moving to the nut sack swaying between his legs. Palming
it and curling my fingers slowly to massage the delicate orbs. His legs
rocking into my face now, pushing his cock deeper, almost teasing the back of
my throat as I move my head up and down the soft outer skin, feeling the
hard core.
Shifting on my knees, thankful that I am kneeling on grass and not
stones. Inhaling his musk. shivering as I respond so easily to a man's
scent. My labia swollen, as I squeeze them tight. My own grease is oozing from
between the folds of my lips.
Leaning back as I look up at the man, his cock beating a wet tattoo
against my cheek. A soft whisper in the night, "shall I continue with my
mouth, or would you like to stick it someplace else?"
His hands pulling me up from my knees, looking around. Taking his
hand and leading him to a tree. Bending over bracing against the bole as I
pull my skirt up and draping it over my back. My long legs and ass cheeks
bare as I bend over and present him with a willing target.
The man shuffling over holding up his pants and then standing behind
me and reaching underneath with his hand to find the full pouty lips of my
wet pussy. My eyes closing at the contact and then opening again. Giving
him the sound of a loud moan to encourage his attention. Letting him think
that his fingers, fumbling at my lips are arousing me with his knowing
attention. Actually thinking that this man has never fucked in this position
before.
His hand slipping from between my legs and then his pubic hair
tickling my ass cheeks as he slips his cock between my thighs. Using one hand to
guide him into the warm swollen entrance. A soft moan as the head splits
the lips and presses into the wet opening. My heart beating faster as the
head fills the entrance and then slides easily into the tunnel. The walls
closing on the man's engorged prick. A hiss of pleasure as I feel him lean
into my ass cheeks and push the head down the tunnel. Then him pulling
back and the head popping out. The man fumbling again and then pushing it
into my pussy once again. His strokes shorter now as he works it in and out
in a steady rhythm.
His ragged breathing telling of his arousal, his hands on my hips
holding me to his body as his ass jerks and fucks my wet hole. The jerky
stroke, telling me that he has reached his limit and then his hands pulling me
tight. Cock head swelling, releasing his seed against my slick walls,
coating me with his cream. A number of quick jerks announcing each spraying of
my insides and then him just laying against my ass and back. My walls
squeezing his cock, milking it.
His body moving from mine as he pulls free. A soft wet sound of my
cunt lips closing the opening as he slides free. Clenching my walls to try
to hold back his cum inside of me as I turn and careful of my skirt kneel
again in front of him. Finding his slimey cock and taking it into my mouth.
Tonguing and sucking the juices from his softening skin. Tasting his seed
and my grease as I hold his cock in my hand and blow on it, drying it.
Then a soft kiss on the tip of his cock head.
Looking up in the darkness. "Thank you, that felt so good and I
needed a good fuck." My words soft and reassuring in the night. "Give me a
moment to clean up. Would you have a handkerchief?" Taking the proffered
item and not ladylike, swiping it against my cunt lips as I push his cum from
inside of my body. Some of his seed still coating my walls; but hopefully
not enough to ooze out and stain my dress.
The soggy hanky folded in my hand as I let the man lead me back to the
ballroom. "Thanks." His word terse as he seems eager to leave me now. A
squeeze of his hand and walking away to talk to another man. Standing
alone and seeing my client. His smile a question. A nod of my head and
letting him see the hanky in my hand.
Watching as he breaks away from his conversation and comes over to
where I have taken my seat back at the table. My skirt lifted under the table
as I wipe away more of the leaking cum from my fevered lips. Using my
free hand to open the hanky up to him, exposing the glob of white cream.
"First my mouth and then my cunt." Then lifting the hanky to my face and
licking the cream from the cloth.
Seeing his smile of approval as I taste the seed that was emptied into
my body. Shyly lowering my head. "You have done good Raven, but the
night is yet young and I have some other tasks for you to complete."
As the affair winds down, I sip another double single malt and fend
off the advances of the men around me. Seems my dance partner has talked
about his moonlight walk. Walking out the front of the Mansion and the Limo
pulling in front and being handed into the vehicle.
"You did all I asked of you Raven. Jerked off our tablemate, and
sucked and fucked another at the party. Unfortunately you sucked and fucked
the same person. I wanted you to take a load of cum in your belly and one in
your pussy or ass. For that I will make sure you are aware that I expect
total and complete compliance. Soon my dear we will take your butt plug
out, I am sure it has given you a lovely gaped asshole by now."
The Limo driving only a short distance and stopping at a motel in Hyde
Park that is mostly used by the county to pay for those miscreants who
have no other place to live. Being a Hyde Park resident I am well aware of
the reputation of this establishment.
"We have taken a room here thanks to our chauffeur who has been busy
while we have been partying." The limo pulling up to an end unit. "Now
undress totally my dear to include your shoes and jewelry." Looking at him
and then slipping off my bolero top and then my gown. Sliding it down my
legs and folding it neatly next to my top, then undoing my garter belt and
rolling the blue silk stockings down my legs. Placing my stockings and garter
belt on top of my dress and my shoes below the seat on the floor. My
jewelry adding to the neat pile of clothing. Now sitting across from him
totally naked, not a shy school girl to hide my nakedness; but not a slut either
to expose myself blatantly.
Accepting a small necklace of gold from him and placing it around my
neck. Looking down at the small crucifix dangling from the finely wrought
links of gleaming metal. Understanding the sick humor as I look across at
him.
The limo idling in the parking lot of the down trodden motel.
"Kneel." Slipping to my knees on the floor of the car and looking up at him legs
spread apart. Not totally surprised as I feel the touch of the prod
against my nipple. The bite of the electric shock on the sensitive tip causing
me to give him a loud groan and a jerk of my body reacting to the unexpected
shock. Quickly taking in a deep breath as I feel the touch on my other
nipple. The quick bite of the electrical charge painful and over in a
moment. Just a moan and a twitch as I am ready this time.
Kneeling as he works one nipple and the other over with the prod.
Touching it to my nipple and then waiting and as seconds drag on the jolt of
power. The addition of my labia and finally clit to the places of his
touches also expected. That is where men tend to focus. The circling prod
moving and then striking like the sudden bite of a snake on its victim. A
sheen of sweat now coating my body as I feel my muscles and body tissue now
straining more as the impulses force my body to respond. Tears in my eyes as
I fight them back and not letting them find my cheeks. My body rocking on
my knees as the strain of the prods attention has me in a state of tension
and arousal.
My eyes closing as it moves the prod along my labia, parting them
deep. Then caressing the smooth surface of my small clitoris. The sweat of my
body making me more conductive of these quick bolts of discharge. Then a
scream as the prod touches my clit and "lights" it up with a hard charge.
My body teetering on my knees as I jerk with the pain and pleasure. My
cunt walls contracting hard as the hands at my side clench digging my nails
into my palms. The tears now released and sliding down my face to touch my
clenching lips and then to my chin to drip down and fall on my thighs. His
laughter low and making my skin crawl with its evil sound. He formed my
tears with his attention and then took them from me. His finger wiping one
from my cheek and placing it on my lips.
Eyes searching his as I await his next action. Then watching as he
attaches a leather collar to my neck and then leather cuffs to my wrists and
ankles. Then pulling my wrist behind my back and using a short chain
attached to them to hold them together. My chest being thrust forward and the
hard nipples sticking out like feelers from my chest. The tickling of his
finger flicking the hard nubs making me moan and then whimper as he
continues to tease the ultra sensitive tips. My thighs tensing and a quick orgasm
spasm inside of my body. He is well aware of the sensitivity of my
nipples, easily able to give me an orgasm just by touch and attention. Something
that scared many boys and young men in school, as I would cum hard if they
handle them for any length of time.
His fingers lightly teasing again as he jolts my ass cheek as we climb
out of the car and into the darkness of the poorly lit motel. My feet
bare feet touching the warmth of the concrete, as I look nervously around and
stand waiting for direction. Mr. Nachtwald, taking a leather bag and the
chauffeur leading us to and end room and opening the door with a key. A
shock of electricity urging me into the room as the lights are flicked on to
show the dreary decor of this shoddy room. The air musty and stagnant as I
inhale.
Taking in the appearance of the room, threadbare bedding, the worn and
stained carpeting complimenting the dingy painted walls. A little shiver,
of distaste as I stand barefoot and naked in the middle of the small room.
My eyes going to the bathroom and the cramped facilities illuminated by
the stark lights of this thirty a night room.
My mind thinking of all that must have transpired in this room through
the years that it has been used to place the undercurrent of society.
Whores, addicts, criminals other less then respectable members of society.
I know I have not been brought here to take a nap, so the other
options are open and most likely pleasant. The thought of lying on the bed,
making me shiver again in the still warmth of the room air.
Looking at my client askance as I stand and wait for his command as to
what he wants of me. His smile always that cold parting of lips and the
icy stare of his eyes. The prod jolting me again and again as he stands
silent and works my body with shocks of electricity. The area of his touch
like sparkers as flickers of light jump from the twitching skin.
Whimpering as the continued touches in intimate parts have brought me
to my knees as I tremble with the pain and pleasure of his touch. A sheen
of sweat again wetting my body look at him. The moisture making me more
conductive as he moves the stick along my labia and between them. The soft
caress punctuated by a sudden electric shock.
"You remember rooms like these Raven from when you first bartered your
body for money. Of course you were much younger and inexperienced.
Working as a cheap whore, then working the adult stores and strip clubs, lap
dancing and blowing men in the rest rooms, fucking in the parking lots if you
didn't have money for a room."
"You couldn't be choosey of the men and yes, I believe some women that
you traded your meager sexual skills for money. Sometimes in life things
come full circle and now you are here again in a twenty four hour motel
room, or one you rented by the hour. Look around isn't this all familiar?"
"Stand up you cheap whore." Struggling to my feet and standing open
legged in front of him as he place his toy on the bed and takes out some
thin flexible dowels from his bag. The innocuous wood, making me jump as he
slaps it across my breast. The sting quick and then a series of them. The
first annoying; but the continued strikes in the same area, causing my body
to burn with a steady pain. My nipple hard and thrusting from my chest,
the tip a dark red and the mound of soft flesh around it a bright red. C
losing my eyes as I blink back tears and clenching my teeth to hold back a
moan. His aim of a sexual nature as he works the other nipple and breast and
then the fat lips of my labia.
The flick of his wrist practiced and precise, as he works the swollen
tissue of my cunt lips and occasionally my clit. The pearl exposed and my
body cringing to escape the tap, tap, tap of the stick. The darer wood
where it is striking attesting to the moisture of my cunt wetting it. My
hands flexing behind me, held in place to keep me from shielding my exposed
body. Body buckling in response to the continued slaps of the thin dowels.
Hissing and panting through dry lips, as the pain is a dull ache on my
nipples now and a steady stinging and burning of my cunt lips and upper thighs.
My body still shaking in place as he sets down his dowel, the second
one from his bag as the first split. "Now I think you are ready for next
phase of your training Raven. I will take your "safeword" from you before we
have finished my dear. You will be broken and begging for me to stop.
Offering anything and that last thing to me."
Beckoning to someone behind me, and then feeling the brush of bodies
as I look at a couple of men that look like they live full time in this
motel and then a young woman. One of the men stripping and standing naked in
front of me. His hands moving over my body, freely touching and pulling on
my breasts and nipples. His lips finding mine and kissing with a bruising
force. Then hands on shoulders, pushing me down to my knees and forcing my
hand into his groin. Pulling my head back by my hair and looking with
upraised eyes as he pinches my nostrils and forces his cock into my mouth.
My lips sealing around it as he grabs my head and forces my face
against his groin as he rocks his hips. Nothing sensual about this, as he fucks
my mouth with a fevered excitement. His cock already hard and poking at
my cheeks and the back of my throat, as he rocks me on my knees, shoving my
mouth onto his cock again and again. Skull fucking me as I gasp and
sputter to keep my mouth sealed around his cock. My sore nipples jiggling
against his legs. The young woman and man watching as this "derelict" uses my
mouth for a cunt. Trying not to look too closely at his hairy groin as it
scratches against my face. His scent not the most pleasant I have
encountered, or even the worse; but not what I would prefer. His hands taking my
head hard and fast as his turgid organ fills my mouth. And then pulls my head
off of his cock.
Fingers curling in my hair and leading, dragging me to the bathroom.
My body struggling to keep up with him as he lifts the lid of the toilet
and then pulls me in front of the bowl. His hand pushing my face down till
it is wet with the water from the bowl and then pulls it back quickly by my
braid. Feeling the cool porcelain almost soothing my bruised nipples as
they touch for a moment. Gasping for breath as I try to focus, and look into
the bowl, not sure if it was clean when he pushed my face into it.
Hearing the rustling of clothing behind me and then feeling his naked
body between my legs, pushing them apart as I kneel. My head again pushed
into the cool water, trying to take a deep breath as he holds it longer in
the water, his body rubbing against mine from behind and his cock finding
the swollen, wet lips of my cunt. Pushing them apart, as he jams his cock
deep and pushes my body into the front of the toilet.
My head thrashing as I try to pull it back from his grip. Eyes
opening and feeling the water against them as I inhale through my nose and choke
as the water fills my nostrils and throat. My lungs burning as I try not
to breathe in the water. Feeling a panic as my body tenses and I rake my
fingers against his stomach, not able to push myself away or raise myself up
from the bowl.
Finally feeling my head pulled up and sputtering as I gasp and pull
from fresh air. Still choking water from my open mouth. Water streaming
around my hair and face and down my neck to wet my breasts and thighs as I
kneel helplessly in front of the sleazy toilet bowl.
His cock still delving deep in my slick cunt as he holds my head up
with his fingers squeezing at my throat. My eyes wide as I feel my walls
squeezing on his cock as I again gasp for air, this time from the hand on my
throat. Thrashing trapped against the bowl and his slowly contracting hand
as he pounds my body hard.
My neck released as he grabs my hair again and barely getting a breath
as he pushes my head into the water once more. My whole body trembling as
I fight back helplessly to stop this man from drowning me in this flea bag
motel. My mind shutting down, and just registering what is happening
around me, as I feel his press had into my ass cheeks and then his cock spewing
his seed deep into my body. His hand pulling my face up and out of the
water. The seed coating my cunt and filling my womb as I shake unthinking
on his cock. Walls milking his cock. His last hard strokes pounding the
bruised labia.
Gasping and sputtering again as my body is replenishing my oxygen in
my bloodstream. Being manipulated like a doll, as he dips my head in the
toilet water again and then reaches up and flushes the water. The cold water
a shock to my system as I shiver and then as he pulls me out of the bowl,
I lay down on my side shaking and curling into a fetal ball. My cunt
leaking cums as I lay back on my side and register the feeling of my body and
the sounds around me. His foot kicking my stomach and rolling me over and
pulling me to a sitting position, then kneeling to force his cock into my
mouth, my tongue and lips cleaning it of his cream and my juices.
Hearing a moaning as I suckle his cock, and then realizing it is
coming from the other room. Eyes focusing again and seeing the hairy lower body
of the man that just fucked me. His legs and upper body covered with
multiple tattoos. Not able to see any tracks on his body as I try to sit up in
the close confines of the bathroom.
Then man grabbing my hair and dragging me back into the bedroom. My
client standing watching as I am deposited on the floor at his feet.
Looking up bedraggled and weak, as he hands the man some money and dismisses him.
Raising my head to look at the other man fucking the girl on the bed
hard, her youthful agile body, legs bend back over her head as he makes a
half cross of them and slams again and again into his mushy cunt. The wet
slaps of flesh meeting and resisting loud in the small room.
Mr. Nachtwald pulling out his hard cock and jacking away at it as he
watches the couple on the bed. The arching strings of warm seed settling
on my body as I sit beneath his spurting cock. Not moving as the thick
cream slowly runs down my hair and face and chest to make sticky pools of goo
on my body.
The young woman moaning loudly now as the man now alternates, fucking
into her cunt and ass with each stroke. The dimpling of his ass cheeks
with each straining stroke attracting my eyes as I watch, still recovering
from the bathroom fuck.
Finally the man tensing and shooting into the woman's pussy, then
pulling free and shooting into her ass and then just kneeling between her legs
to let the rest of his seed spill across her body. Wiping his cock on her
mound and then dismounting from the bed. The woman still holding her legs
back as she has a soft smile on her lips. Watching as cum bubbles out of
her pussy and ass, the man blocking my view as he pushes his cock to my
face and obediently I lick and clean if of his seed and her scum.
"Get up there and get the girl off Raven. And clean all of that semen
from her body. Inside and out." Seeing the man being paid as I climb on
the bed and between the young woman's spread legs. My face touching the
soft inner thighs, as I lean down and suck at the seeping seed from her
holes. Her sweaty arousal scent, half hidden by some cheap perfume, as I suck
the cream into my mouth and then lapping like a kitten at cream on her well
used cunt labia. Peeling the fat swollen lips back and with small kisses
and licks and flicks of my tongue working her genitalia.
Tongue swiping in a long swath as it flattens against her ass ring and
then moves across her taint and up the nasty slut cunt lips. finally
elongating and flicking across her big clit. Swirling around the smooth button
and pressing it with my lips as I work her good. Tongue tip forcing its
way into her ass and teasing just inside and then deeper into her cunt. Her
legs surrounding my head and flexing to draw it deep against her cunt.
Mashing my face hard against the slick walls. My face shiney with
assorted juices as I fuck her with my mouth. Not hearing someone in the room;
but feeling a body behind me as I kneel on the bed and feel a cock
penetrate my cunt lips. Taking a few seconds and strokes for my nose to take in
the other smell. Not the pussy beneath me, but the nasty unwashed smell of
a summer heated garbage can.
Hands gripping my waist and holding me to the cock penetrating me from
behind. Trying to look behind me and see who is fucking me and what is
causing the stench. The man clothed as I feel the scratchiness on my ass
cheeks and thighs. His grunting loud as he pummels my tunnel. The force of
his strokes pushing me deeper into the young woman's pussy. Her hands
pressing on my face and holding me against his well fucked cunt as he quivering
and clenches against my face. More of her juices leaking from her walls
to coat my face and tongue.
The smell more pungent as the man leans over my ass and presses my
back, his lips and tongue sucking at my shoulder and joining of my neck.
Teeth biting the tender flesh as I feel my own stomach roiling with the scent.
My tongue continuing to lick distractedly at the woman as moans long and
loud, her body shaking with a hard release.
Tongue fucking her clit with swipes and flicks, till she pulls my head
away from her sensitive nub. My face a wet sheen of pussy juice and seed
as I feel a hand reaching under me and grabbing my left breast. The rough
hand, squeezing and tugging and pinch the hard tip. Moaning in pain and
pleasure as the man fondles and mauls the small mound. A series of slaps,
just glancing off the jiggling flesh.
The woman sliding out from under me and wrinkling her nose as she
looks at me and the man joined by a hard cock. Hearing my client talking in
the background to her, the words not distinguishable.
Then a startled scream as the man lifts off my back and slaps my ass
cheeks hard, his cock still embedded in me between my legs. Feeling his
saliva on the small of my back and then more dripping down the crack of my ass
and gasping as he reaches and pulls the butt plug free.
In spite of the sleazy motel, burning with humiliation as the buildup
of the evening, venting a forceful and noisy release of air from inside of
me. Burying my face in the messy bedclothes as I fee a finger forcing the
saliva into my already open rosebud.
No surprise as the man pulls frees of my messy cunt and lifts up and
jams his cock against my ring. The spongy head holding and then pushing
into my ass and sliding deep as he rests his weigh on my raised ass. Grunting
with each hard push of his cock burying deep in my bowels. Just rocking
under him on the sloppy mattress, as he pounds for long minutes into my
unresisting asshole.
Then feeling him pull out and shove into my pussy again, his cock
shooting a wad of seed to coat my walls and then pulling back as I try to
clench on it. His cock slipping out with a wet sound and raising up to shove
the hard shaft into my ass for the next series of eruptions. Groaning as he
has creamed my cunt and now my ass with his thick seed.
Laying under him unresisting, my shoulders aching from my wrists being
held behind me, My head pushed into the bed, as he rests on my body,
cock still deep and twitching in my ass. Trying to protest, as he pushes my
face hard into the sheets and his cock swelling and then the pee slit
discharging a warm stream of piss deep in my bowels. Washing them with his
pungent urine. Feeling myself bloating as he empties his bladder into me in a
form of an enema as he pulls back and slips off the bed behind me.
Kneeling and feeling my stomach lurch and then feeling the rush of the
warm piss up and out of my gaped ass. The nasty pee, washing my thighs
and cunt lips. Eyes going wide as I feel the man grab my head and pull me to
the side of the bed and shove his semi hard cock into my face. My eyes
focusing on my abuser as his cock pushes between my lips and I taste his piss
and my ass and cunt on his cock as I gag and try to pull away.
The sight of the man making my stomach churn in disgust, as the man's
face and hands are dirty with grim and cuts or sores on his exposed skin.
His body a strong stench of stale sweat and unwashed skin. Struggling to
escape his grasp as my eyes find Mr. Nachtwald and beg and plead as I drool
around the skanky cock. Tears weeping from my eyes as I gag and choke
some more my head held in place, hands twisting behind my back. My stomach
contracting under my skin as all my senses are filled with this nasty man.
Finally he pull my mouth off of his cock, my face red and scratched
from the rubbing of his matted pubic hair on the soft skin. Gurgling and
coughing as my stomach continues the dry heaves as I lay against the side of
the bed. Shaking and half in shock from the past hour or has it been more.
Hearing this man, this gutter person being paid for using me. The
words complimenting him for his wonderful job, deflecting off my hearing.
Sobbing quietly with an occasional cough as I try to collect my thoughts and
calm my body down. My client pulling my up by my braid and dumping me face
down onto the puddle of piss that poured from my gaping asshole. Rubbing
my face in the damp mixture of fluids. Sputtering as I try to breathe and
inhale and taste again all of the mixture. Then being flung to the side.
Looking up at my tormentor, "you are enjoying this my dear Raven?"
His question taunting. My eyes fearful as I realize this man has read my
dossier and well knows what I prefer not to do or what my fears are.
"Are you ready to submit Raven? Are you ready beg me to release you?
Shall I show you more of your early life as a street whore. You don't
revel in this, you grovel in being this nasty slut. The things you have done
and thought you were past. They are coming back to haunt you girl."
His hand tapping his mouth pensively as I look up to him as I lay like
a nasty rag girl laying on the ruins of the bed. "Maybe I will continue
this route and take you door to door and have you beg each resident to use
you as they like. That last one, I had my chauffeur recruit from the
streets of Poughkeepsie. He really did smell as bad as he looked." His laughter
digging into my psyche.
Looking around this room and seeing what I use to do for a living.
One hour motel rentals and storefronts and parking lots and alleys. That is
where I would do my tricks. And if lucky, maybe one would pay for the
night and I had a bed in which to sleep. Those days so long ago now; but
obviously coming back to haunt me again.
Thinking on how in spite of the sleaziness of this room and the
events, how I am not just coated with saliva and sweat and piss and cunt juice
from another woman and semen...........I am also coated with my own juices.
Excited, my body craving the humiliation and abuse and pain that I have
endured tonight. And I am not willing to stop it by giving my "safeword", I
am looking to prolong it. You can take a nasty pain slut out of the gutter;
but never fully get the gutter out of her.
My eyes closed as I ponder these thoughts and feel myself being turned
over and my hands freed. Feeling my chin lifted, a crop raising my head
to look at my tormentor. "You will go and shower girl. Clean all of the
nastiness from your body, inside and out and wash you hair and then come
outside when you are done. Do not dry yourself."
Pushing myself to my feet and walking again into the dismal bathroom.
Finding a small bar of soap and turning on the water as I step into the
shower. The water not really very hot or having much pressure; but feeling
good as I wash and scrub at my flesh, enjoying the soreness of my cunt and
nipples as I rub the washcloth hard over the abused tissue. Soaping inside
of my holes and every inch of my body that I can. My hair a ragged, tangly
mess as I undo the braid and try to work soap into the long sweaty
strands. Finally, turning off the water and stepping gingerly into the tiled
floor. Water dripping from my body and hair as I use my fingers to comb at my
hair and then walk naked to the open doorway of the motel room.
A leash hooked to my collar and being led up and down the length of
the motel rooms and across the parking lot to the limo. Hearing the scoffing
remarks of these fucking reject residents as they remind me of how low I
have sank, and how they are victim of circumstance and I allow myself to be
this.
Kneeling in the limo in front of my German employer.,,,,,,,,waiting,
anticipating and dreading his next instructions......
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