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A seductive young police detective supplements her income and satisfies
her lust by stripping and selling her body to wealthy customers. But
sometimes she gets more than she bargained for.
***
She let Nolan drop her off and strode briskly into the lobby of her
apartment.
Bernie Robinson raised his eyes from the newspaper as she entered, and
she saw them widen appreciatively. She couldn't help grinning,
enjoying, as she always did, how men reacted to the sight of her,
especially in a short skirt and tight top.
"Ahh, good evening Detective Tam," he said.
"Hi Bernie," she said.
On hooker patrol again?
"John patrol, you mean," she said with a grin.
I bet you caught a passel of `em.
"I was reeling them in left and right," she said, passing his desk and
heading for the elevators. "Men are so cheap."
"We are that. S'long as you got the right bait," he said with a big
smile, his eyes never leaving her.
"Like my bait, Bernie?" she asked teasingly.
Oh yes, ma'am!
She laughed and pushed the elevator for twenty six, then backed up and
looked up to the corner, blowing a kiss at the camera there, knowing
Bernie would be watching her. Not only watching her, she guessed. He'd
tell Joel when he came on at midnight and probably show him the video.
I am so hot, she thought with a smug little smile.
Ten minutes later she was in jeans, a tank top, and tennis shoes
heading back out. It was almost midnight, but the night was still young
as far as she was concerned and she had the next day off. She took a
cab downtown, then walked the last few blocks. It wouldn't do to have
anyone make any connection between where she lived and where she -
sometimes - worked.
She showed her key to the doorman and he stepped back a pace as she
crossed the lobby. Seventy flights up the polished glass doors on the
elevator opened to the seductive music and the recessed lighting of one
of New York's more exclusive drinking clubs. The Pioneer Club was an
all male, all white bastion of old money. The yearly club fee was fifty
thousand dollars, and the cost of drinks and food hardly bore thinking
about.
The rug in the lobby was deep, plush red, the walls gleaming mahogany.
She passed the wide open door to the club and went in through the
employee entrance, and then down a back hall to the dressing room.
"Li, you're late," Cheryl said.
"Almost late. That's not the same thing," she replied.
"If you're not on stage in five fucking minutes it'll be the same
thing," the older woman snapped.
"So bitch at me then," Ming said over her shoulder, stripping off her
tank top.
She stripped off her jeans and sneakers, hurriedly brushed out her
hair, then pulled it back into a pony tail behind her. She opened her
locker and took out her blouse and long skirt, stuffed her feet into
white socks, and then shrugged on the shirt and blue skirt. Karen
helped her put her shoes on while she was fumbling in the locker
for her glasses, then she snagged her blouse and hurried around to the
rear of the stage.
Dana came through the curtains, naked of course, carrying her
schoolgirl outfit and gave Ming the briefest nod before Ming passed her
by and strode out onto the stage.
The club was dimly lit, with small oak tables circled by comfortable
padded chairs. The rug was deep blue, the walls dark oak. It was all
very - tasteful, and even the music was slower paced, and quieter than
any of the strip clubs Ming had been in.
But the principal was the same.
The music held a steady, no nonsense drumbeat. And she all but marched
across the stage, swinging her hips in time to the music, frowning out
into the all but invisible audience, tossing her head arrogantly,
sniffing in disdain as she moved around the circular stage. At twenty-
five, she had long learned what turned people's cranks, and was quite
certain these rich old men had seen plenty of snotty, oh so polite
young businesswomen in their time. And, of course, there was the
Asian thing, the mysterious oriental girl with her presumed chastity
and enthusiasm for hard work.
Oh yes, she had their attention as she made a dance of head tosses,
hair swinging and hip rolling, all with a haughty look on her face.
And then the music changed and she flung back her arms. Her blazer
slipped quickly over her shoulders and down her arms, and she swung her
body, tossing it at the stage. Her hips rolled more seductively now,
and she ran her tongue across her lower lip as she leered at them. She
reached behind her and undid the pony tail then, as she shook her hair
out, tossed the plastic glasses at the curtain.
She taunted them with each button she undid down the front of her
blouse, then, instead of removing it, let her skirt slide down to her
feet and stepped on the heel of her shoes to kick free of them at the
same time.
Now clad in the long white shirt and white socks, she pranced girlishly
around the stage, but not for long, because Dana had just done the
schoolgirl bit. She teased them but half opening the shirt repeatedly,
then, as she had done with the blazer, threw her shoulders back and let
it spill down her arms and off. Now she was clad in just her tiny white
lace thong and half bra. She pranced about, then found the bar and
swung around it. She undid the bra and a shudder went through her
as her breasts were bared to the room, full and firm and a soft golden
as the spotlight followed her movements.
She backed against the bar, sliding her hands slowly up her body, up
through her black hair, then up the bar behind her, arching her back,
grinding her hips at them as she looked seductively out at the
audience. She twisted, grinding her pelvis against the bar, feeling the
cool steel sliding up between her breasts as she sank down onto her
knees, then onto her back, rolling over on the stage.
She pushed her bottom up, then let it sink as she pushed her front up,
letting her body undulate before them. Her heart pounded now as her
pussy throbbed with growing power. She had a small metal screw beneath
her tongue - one she always had to be careful not to swallow. Now she
took it out without the audience noting, and reached up the bar. Their
eyes were on her bottom as she swung it from side to side, and none
noticed her fingers inserting the small screw in a tiny hole in the
bar.
She turned, waggling her tongue at them, then turned again, jumping up
and gripping the bar high, pulling her body several feet into the air,
then turning with much practiced ease and letting her head and
shoulders drop down as she gripped the bar between her legs and thighs.
Now upside down, she squirmed on the bar, letting her belly and thighs
feel for the screw. She found it, pushed herself up slightly, and
hooked it beneath the waistband of her thong.
Then slid slowly down the bar, letting the screw peel her thong off as
her hands reached the floor and her body bowed back to slide along it.
Naked! She basked in the knowledge. She was naked before a room filled
with men, all of them staring at her. She slowed her movements, rolling
her hips, tossing her hair. The fact she had no pubic hair made her
feel even more exposed as she strolled fluidly across the stage.
Oh if the guys at the station house could see her now!
She slid to all fours, crawling, cat like, towards the bowl like bath
at the front of the stage. She let her body slide over the rim and down
into the curved plastic bottom as the small jets of water sprayed up
over her. She rolled over and let her legs spread as the warm water
flowed over her shoulders, arching her back, and running her hands
languorously over her slick, wet skin.
She sat up, letting the lights play over her wet, glistening body. She
shook her head playfully, showering some in the first row with water
droplets, then rose on her knees, caressing her body suggestively,
rolling her hips. There was a small plastic "stool" at the centre of
the "tub" and she sat in it, legs spread, head and hips rolling
to the music, fingers moving through her wet hair.
And then she was up out of the tub, strolling along the stage, water
dripping down her body. She reached the bar again, removing the screw -
so the next girl wouldn't bitch - letting her wet, naked body undulate,
pushing her bottom out, then twisting around to hold the bar against
her back.
And then she was done, prancing across the stage to the curtain amid
the applause.
"Nice show," Cheryl said, slapping her wet bottom as she passed.
Ming yelped and gave a little jump, but only glared as she took the
towel Brandy tossed her and began to dry off.
She had been working at the Pioneer club for two years. She only worked
a few hours a week, if that, enough to safely exorcise the wild sex
heat which built up in her body without fear of getting a reputation
among the people she worked with. The club liked it as well. It wanted
variety, but it wanted people it could rely on for their discretion.
She was a known quality, and a nice change from the many blondes
who pranced across the stage.
Room Nine," Carol said. "Don't bother to dress.
Ming snorted, and picked up a hair dryer. She quickly and roughly dried
her hair, brushing it back furiously as the hot air howled.. She pulled
on a thin, black silk dress which fastened up the side, then hurried up
the hall.
The only rule about contact with the members was discretion.
She pushed open the door and dropped the smile from her face.
His name was Carruthers. He did not want her to smile. He wanted her to
cry. The man was a racist and a pig and she heartily disliked him. Yet
he reminded her too much of the British man who had taken her
virginity, and a dark side of her found her loins growing moist and
heavy at the sight of him. Her nipples were instantly erect against the
thin dress, and she dropped her eyes in pretended shame as he
pushed the door closed behind her.
"Hello, little slut," he whispered, his hand running over her body.
She did not reply, keeping her head downcast. She knew he did not want
her to talk.
"I've brought a friend for you," he said.
This did cause her to look up, and she gasped in surprise, not having
seen the other man. He was very large, with a shaven skull, a
fat,squashed nose, enormous shoulders, and a gap toothed grin. He was
also blacker than her hair.
All in an instant she knew what Carruthers intended. He would have the
Black man take her, enjoying himself at her presumed debasement. To a
man like him having a big Black man take her would be almost like
seeing her being used by an animal. In truth, there was something to
that in her own culture, for there was little respect for Blacks among
Asians, and even against her will she felt herself instinctively
reacting to that.
It would be degrading to let a black man have her. She knew that was
foolish but that was a simple fact of life for a girl raised in Hong
Kong, however sophisticated. And yet the thought of giving herself to
such degradation made the heat flare within her lower belly. To be used
by this man, this brute of a Black man, while Carruthers
watched - . She shuddered in helpless arousal.
But she did not show it. Instead she lowered her eyes and shook her
head, backing away.
The Black man moved behind her, and she gasped as he gripped her hair
and forced her head back.
"Gonna fuck you, bitch," he breathed in her ear.
Her hands instinctively reached up behind her, grasping at his wrists,
and he seized them, pinning them together behind her head and easily
holding them in place with one hand, a hand which also tugged at her
hair.
Her back arched, she moaned softly as Carruthers sat to watch the show,
her chest heaving as she stared at him, as the Black man's other hand
came around her to run slowly over her chest and knead her breasts.
He undid the clips at the side and the dress came open to reveal her
golden body. A bolt of raw lust ran up Ming's spine, and she barely
kept herself from groaning aloud as one of the Black man's big hands
slid up and down her body. His hand was warm and rough.
He kneaded her breasts roughly and pinched her nipples between his
thumbs and fingers, then ran his hand down between her legs, stroking a
sausage like finger along the length of her warm, moist sex.
He drew his hand back and pulled at her dress, drawing it off her arms
while shifting his grip to her elbows. She groaned in pain as her
shoulders were forced back, but made no protest. She had never spoken
to Carruthers, not a word. He wanted it that way.
The Black man produced a silk belt and Ming felt the smooth material
wrapped around her arms, forcing them back harder. She felt the loop
tighten, and moaned as her elbows pulled back further and further,
finally pressing together. The knot was tightened, and then another
loop went around her arms beneath her elbows, firmly binding them
together. A final loop went around her wrists, joining her hands,
and then he seized her hair, forcing her head back roughly, turning
her, bending his own body forward to mouth her breasts.
She gasped softly, trembling in his powerful grip as his lips moved
over her breasts, his tongue lapping wetly at nipples which crackled
with sexual electricity, his teeth digging into her flesh as he sucked
hungrily.He picked her up as though she weighed nothing and threw her
onto the bed. He strode forward, peeling off his shirt, then shoving
down his pants. He was enormous, she saw, with wide, excited eyes. But
of course, Carruthers would have insisted on that to whomever he had
hired the man from.
The Black man grinned lewdly at her as he moved to the edge of the bed.
He gripped her thighs, his enormous hands all but encircling her legs,
and forced them casually and painfully wide, exposing the narrow slit
of her sex.
"Goin' fuck you, bitch!" he spat in an accent she was sure was for
Carruthers benefit.
There was something obscenely degrading about the two of them
performing this filthy act for the benefit of the old racist. Yet
despite her indignation at the thought it only made her more aroused,
and she let her body tremble as she looked at the man, gasping as she
saw the size of the cock he pressed against her.
Yet his cock glistened, and she knew he had oiled it, and as he rubbed
the head along her pink flesh she felt a sense of relief and renewed
heat, grunting as he pressed himself against her, as her pubic lips
spread wider and began to ache at the pressure.
"Fucking bastard old racist," she gasped in Cantonese.
The cock pushed into her, and she groaned aloud as her sex lips
strained to envelope the mighty girth of it. She felt it pushing
deeper, sliding slowly in and out as the man worked her pussy open. The
oil helped, as did the sex heat filling her, but he was still enormous,
and she was a slender woman who had never borne children. The pain
threatened to overwhelm the pleasure and heat for a time, but as he
worked himself deeper it began to fade, and then there was only the
heat.
Carruthers watched with obvious vindictive excitement, and her mind
burned with shame and excitement that she would let him so degrade
her. The Black man's cock continued to pump slowly as he worked himself
even deeper, and she felt herself cramping and aching as the head of
his uncircumcised cock drove to the very limit of her elastic pussy -
and continued.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped in Cantonese. "Fucking old pervert. You only wish
you had a cock like this!" she gasped.
She rolled her head to stare at him, knowing he would like the sight of
her spitting insults at him - so long as he didn't understand them.
"Bastard! You can't fuck a girl properly, can you!" she gasped. "Tiny
cocked white man!"
She groaned again, twisting and writhing as the Black man thrust
himself mercilessly up into her body. Did he know it was an act, she
wondered, or did he simply not care? She was bound tightly, completely
at their mercy. They could do anything they wanted, hurt her, and she
could not protect herself.
The thoughts were like oil on the flames consuming her body, and her
back arched helplessly as the Black man finally buried the last of his
mighty cock inside her quivering belly.
"Yes! Fuck her! Pound her!" Carruthers growled.
He didn't, which led her to believe he was much more than the dull
street thug he was pretending to be. Instead he lifted her upwards. His
big hands still held her thighs in a tight grip, and he pulled on them,
holding them wide, raising her hips and bottom up off the mattress,
forcing her slowly up and down on his cock, displaying his strength and
power and her helplessness.
He began to move more quickly as her sex adjusted to the size of him,
and then he slid forward atop her, all but covering her body with his,
her legs sticking out helplessly to either side as she groaned under
the heavy, male weight, his musk in her nose, his breath against her
cheeks as he began to thrust more sharply.
The thrusting made her ache, but in a delicious, terrible way. She
gasped and groaned with every hard thrust, with the sharp, bruising
ache of his cock as it punched at her insides. Hishands moved through
her hair and forced her head back, his big mouth coming down on hers,
his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his hips began to work faster
and faster.
She responded with helpless lust, her tongue pushing up against his,
the two of them twining together as his muscled bottom rose and fell
faster and faster and she was battered beneath him.
Her gasps rose to soft cries of pain and pleasure, his cock pounding
her in a gloriously brutal manner.
He drew back, panting, eyes dark with hunger. His hands moved roughly
over her body, kneading and squeezing her breasts, then down onto her
thighs, forcing them painfully wide, turning her body slightly so
Carruthers could have a better view. And then he resumed his hard
stroking, kneeling between her legs, holding his body off hers by
pressing down on her thighs, his cock slicing back and forth through
her aching pussy lips as an excited Carruthers looked on.
There was a freedom in being able to speak without anyone hearing. Oh
they could hear the words, of course, but they would know nothing of
what she said.
"So good!" she gasped. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck it hurts! Oh God it's so deep!
Fuck Carruthers, you bastard! Fuck me, Negro! Ram it into me! Kill me
with your giant Black cock!"
Her head thrashed and twisted from side to side, her hair spilling back
and forth over her face as she gasped and moaned and writhed to the
hard pounding. She would be bruised tomorrow, would find it hard to
walk straight, but for now it didn't matter. All that mattered was the
glorious fucking she was being given.
"Ash, fucking hell!" she gasped, her insides both aching and burning.
Fucking Hawaii! Rape me, Haiku so the Gawk Lo can feel like a man!
Neither would understand the derogatory Cantonese terms for Blacks and
Whites, yet it was wild and thrilling and daring to shout them into
their faces. She clenched her teeth and arched her back violently, then
cried out as she came, her insides battered and bruised, flaming around
the hard black cock pounding up into her belly.
The Black man's hands tightened on her thighs and he forced them up and
then back, jamming her knees against the mattress on either side of her
chest, leaning his body in as he continued to hammer himself against
her, his cock like a spear driving painfully deep into her sex.
She stared up at him through glassy eyes, still shuddering and writhing
to the power of the orgasm twisting through her mind and body. He
leered, forcing her legs back still farther, gripping them behind the
knees, then sliding them down to her ankles. He leaned over her, his
heavy body forcing her feet back over her shoulders, back against the
sides of her ears.
And then he began slam his body down against her with seeming total
abandon. Carruthers punching his fists enthusiastically into the air
before him as the heavily muscled man crushed the slender girl beneath
him, her endless gasping warbling groans and cries filling the air as
the bed creaked beneath them.
"You like that nigger cock, baby!?" the Black man gasped. "Fuckin'
chink!"
He lowered his mouth to hers, biting at her lips and tongue, thrusting
his tongue into her mouth as his hips hammered wildly down against her
upraised bottom.
The orgasm which had been spiraling downwards exploded anew. Ming had
only a moment to realize, with a dazed delight, that for one of the few
times in her life she was going to experience multiple orgasms, when
her mind was shattered by the concussion force of sensory overload
screaming through her mind. It shook her like a rag doll, and the white
hot fire of orgasmic pleasure burned through her blood and bone and
sinews, soaring, falling, then soaring again.
She groaned weakly, her glazed eyes fluttering through the screen of
her own hair as the Black man drew back. She lay exhausted on the bed,
chest heaving, skin gleaming with sweat, bruised and battered and
dazed, her legs spread wide.
"Did you like that gentle love making, my dear?" Carruthers asked in
smug delight.
"Gawk Lo," she panted.
"I'm sure that's not very complimentary," he said with a chuckle.
"It's Chinese for white nigger," the Black man said. "Or the
equivalent."
"Do tell?" Carruthers seemed amused.
Those other things, Hawaii, Haiku, they're just plain old nigger.
Ming squirmed in embarrassment as the man looked down at her, gasping
as he grasped her hair and half dragged her out of the bed to stumble
on her knees at his feet.
"Well, how rude of the young lady," Carruthers said. "I'm sure you'd be
justified in punishing her for her harsh words."
You think so?
He lifted her arms up high behind her, forcing Ming to bend deeply,
gasping as her shoulders ached.
Maybe you're right.
The room was fully equipped for any kind of activity the members might
choose to engage in, and that included the thin chain the Black man
clipped to the silk binding her wrists, and the ring in the roof he
slid the chain through to force her arms up even higher and hold her in
position.
Ming hadn't bargained on this, and panted wildly as the man took a
long, thin quirt from a cupboard and swung it back and forth several
times. She did not like pain, and did not normally accept it from any
of the men who purchased her services. Yet such was her embarrassment
and discomfort she did not feel able to protest. She had been so
overcome by the man's act that she had been sure he was an ignorant
thug who could not possibly know anything about her language.
Carruthers smirked at her as he rose and moved before her. Ming's head
hung low, her tangled hair a curtain around her face. He slipped his
fingers through her silken hair and then yanked it up, lifting her
head. She cried out in pain, but an instant later he thrust his cock
through her open lips and over her tongue.
"Suck," he growled.
A shudder passed through her body. It was like old times; helpless,
used, and who knew what they would do to her?
She heard the quirt cut through the air, then felt the Black man's hand
moving over her bottom. An instant later she heard it again, and her
eyes bulged, her body jerking forward as she screamed into Carruthers's
cock. The quirt sliced across her bottom with stinging pain, and her
feet danced awkwardly on the rug as Carruther's drove his cock forward.
Her tongue spasmed like a butterfly against his cock as Carruthers
pushed deeper into her mouth, and she gagged and choked as the head
pushed against the back of her throat. Another stinging bow from behind
made her cry out, the sound heavily muffled around the cock filling her
mouth. Her breasts wobbled and shook beneath her, and Carruthers
reached down to roughly fondle and squeeze one before returning the
hand to her hair.
Another slice of the quirt across her helpless bottom sent pain ripping
through her body. At the same time Carruthers gripped her hair in two
tight fists, one to either side of her head, and lunged forward. She
gagged briefly as the spongy head of his cock slid across the little
gag thingee at the entrance to her throat, but the sharp, stinging pain
from behind momentarily distracted her as he head popped past and
the shaft began to follow.
Because of the position of her head his cock had a straight line right
down her throat, and Ming stared in shock at the sight of it sliding
forward into her mouth. Her throat felt completely blocked, bulging out
uncomfortably as the spongy head slid deeper and the shaft made the
slick, narrow tube strain and stretch.
And then her face was being ground into his groin, her nose crushed
against his flabby belly as he pushed the last of his cock through her
lips. A part of her was filled with shocked, heady excitement at taking
his entire cock down her throat even as she fought to control her
body's instinctive responses. More sharp, stinging blows across her
bottom helped to distract her as Carruthers ground her face into
his pelvis, fingers tight against her scalp, twisting painfully at her
hair.
His cock drew back, and her eyes became crossed as she tried to focus
on the glistening, spit wet shaft sliding out of her mouth, watching in
dazed amazement as more and more of it appeared, knowing it had all
been in her throat.
It pulled free and she coughed and gulped in air as saliva dribbled out
of her mouth. He chuckled in amusement, rubbing the spit wet cock over
her face as he held her head steady. Another blow from behind made her
cry out, and he seized on the distraction to thrust his cock back into
her mouth. He jabbed it against the insides of her cheeks several
times, toying with her, then at another blow thrust it firmly into
her throat and buried it in a single long stroke.
Then he began to thrust, pumping his cock up and down in her throat.
The Black man gave her bottom a final painful stroke of the quirt, then
threw it down and stepped closer behind her. She groaned soundlessly as
his hands gripped her thighs and forced them wider. This put more
pressure on her aching shoulders as her arms threatened to tear loose
of their sockets.
He had obviously become aroused by lashing her bottom, for she felt his
erection thrusting up into her sex once again, thick and hard and long
as it drove deep into her gut and began to pump, to match strokes with
Carruthers. She felt his hands beneath her, enveloping her breasts,
squeezing them up against her ribs, fingers digging painfully hard into
the tender flesh as he began to hammer himself into her from behind.
"The little chink has a tight cunt," he said.
"Then use it," Carruthers grunted, pumping steadily in her throat.
Black dots began to sparkle before Ming's eyes as her chest burned from
lack of oxygen. Her eyes began to flutter and she swayed between them,
but then Carruthers pulled his cock free and she coughed violently and
gulped in deep breaths of air, gasping and moaning as her body was
rocked by the violent impact of the Black man's hips against her
bottom.
She almost didn't notice it when Carruthers, pumping his fist over his
cock, sprayed
his juices over her face.
He stepped back, panting, and the Black man seized her hair, yanking it
up and
back painfully as he redoubled his efforts. Her entire body was shaking
violently as
he pounded himself against her, and she cried out repeatedly as his
thick cock
punched deep into her belly.
"You like that, bitch?" he growled in Cantonese. "You like that nigger
cock up your
tight chink cunt?"
Ming could only gurgle and moan, the flames of sexual heat licking at
her mind as
her eyes rolled back and she came again, the world all but disappearing
under a
shattering haze of sensory bliss.
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From the ebook: The Detective, by Argus.
Argus books have been published in paper form by Virgin Nexus, Silver
Moon,
Star, Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. His ebooks are available for
download at
http://www.ebookblue.com/
A sexy young girl at an isolated cottage thinks her handsome
uncle is just the thing to relieve her boredom. But she picks the wrong
man to tease, as she soon finds herself across his lap with her hands
tied behind her back.
As the sun set her uncle cooked dinner. Emily changed out of her
bikini into a pair of red nylon shorts which were so low slung they
would have showed her pubic hair if she'd not trimmed it. They covered
her buttocks, however - though just - so he really couldn't complain .
atop that she wore a baby T, which hugged her like a second skin and
bared her midriff, and which very clearly demonstrated her lack of a
bra.
He didn't complain.
It's too hot," she whined for at least the tenth time.
"Yes, it is certainly hot outside."
She gave him a sulky look.
"There's no air conditioning. Deal with it."
"I'm not used to this kind of heat," he grumbled.
"Are you going to make a bet or what?"
She sighed and looked at her cards.
"If it's that hot just take off more clothes," he said with
a grin.
She stared at him in mock outrage. "Uncle Jeff! You're a
dirty old man!"
"I'm not old and I'm very clean, if a little sweaty. And
you haven't got anything I haven't already seen."
"You haven't seen these," she teased, cupping her breasts
through the baby-t.
She'd had a few beers.
"I've seen most of them," he said. "I can see your nipples
right through that thing anyway."
He'd had a few beers, too.
"Uncle Jeff!" she protested, holding her hands over her
breasts.
"They're just nipples. See? I got `em too."
He was bare chested and pointed at his own nipples
"That's not the same thing!"
"Look the same. Well? You betting?"
She glowered at him and, with an arm across her chest
holding her cards, threw a couple of chips into the pot.
They played for another few minutes, with her keeping her
arm more or less across her chest before she let it drop. In the
interim the press of her hot arm against her soft breasts had made her
sweat more, so that the top looked almost sheer. He could not only see
her nipples and areolas but it was very obvious both were puffed up and
perky, despite the heat in the small cabin.
"Maybe I'll teach you to swim," he said.
"People have tried to teach me to swim," she sighed. "I'm
not a good swimmer. I don't like swimming. I like floating. "
'Kind of like work. You don't like working, but you want to
make money."
She shrugged.
"No discipline," he said, slapping her hand when she tried
to steal some of his chips.
"Ow!"
"No cheating, brat."
"I wasn't!"
He blew a raspberry at her and she stuck out her tongue.
"I can think of better places for you to put that tongue,"
he said.
She smirked and gave him the finger.
"Is the new place going to have air conditioning?"
"No electricity, no air conditioning. That's what the lake
is for. Go take a dip."
"In my underwear?" she sniffed.
"You're underwear covers more of you than those tiny little
bikinis do."
"Maybe I will then!" she said.
And with that she jumped and went out the open door. She
trotted down the path to the lake, then out onto the dock, and he
watched as she jumped off, shaking his head and wondering what she'd
look like when she came out.
Pretty damned good, he thought, as she reached behind her
and twisted the water out of her hair. The baby-t was now transparent,
and he was betting she knew it perfectly well as she strolled back up
the narrow path and in through the door. Her body was still soaking,
and water was trickling down her neck as she sat back down across from
him.
"That feels good," she said with a sigh.
"Your top is see-through now."
She smiled and shrugged. "You said I had nothing you hadn't
seen before."
She reached down and peeled her top up and over her head,
smirking at him as she bared her breasts. Then she bunched up the baby-
t, reached across the table to hold it over his lap, and twisted it so
water poured down. He cursed and jumped up and she laughed
uproariously.
He reached for her and she twisted aside, leaping to her
feet with a squeal. He caught her near the door and they both tumbled
onto the sofa. He pulled her across his lap and slapped her virtually
bare bottom as she squealed and laughed.
"Brat!" he shouted, slapping her bottom again, and again as
she wriggled and twisted and laughed and yelped in pain.
Her body was warm and wet and slick and the only thing she
had on was a tiny thong. Her wriggling and twisting forced him to keep
readjusting his grip on her body, and he used the excuse to move his
hands along her inner thighs, along her sides, his fingers digging into
the soft sides of her breast, his hand resting on her bare bottom each
time he adjusted her.
"Bastard!' she shouted.
He slapped her bottom with rapid little spanks and she
squealed and wriggled and yelled and demanded he stop.
"Say you'll be a good little girl and obey her uncle," he
ordered.
"I'll be a good little girl and let my dirty old uncle do
whatever he wants to me," she said.
"You don't have a dirty old uncle, brat!" he said, slapping
her wet little bottom again.
"Oww! Bastard!"
He spanked her again and then again, and then again, and
she moaned and gulped in air as he held her in place. He had her wrists
pinned together at the small of her back now, and his right hand rested
comfortably on her warm, soft little bottom.
"Say, I have the most wonderful and generous uncle in the
world," he said.
"No," she said breathlessly.
He brought his right hand down onto her bottom hard an she
=yelped in pain.
"Say it."
'No!"
He spanked her again, a little harder, and she cried out
and struggled briefly.
"Are you going to be an obedient little girl and not get in
my way when I'm working tomorrow?"
"I-I'll do whatever I want!" she said, panting.
He spanked her bottom sharply and again she cried out in
pain.
"You can't make me do anything!' she said, taunting him.
Five sharp hard slaps to her bottom drew more cries and her
bottom jerked and flinched to every blow. But she was not struggling
very much now.
Jeff's hand was no longer simply resting on her bare ass,
but was stroking back and forth along it as he eyed the tiny crotch of
her thong pressed tightly over her mons. It had tugged a little to one
side, and he could see the bare flesh of her pussy where there ought to
be hair. But he hadn't seen any hair at all.
"Nasty, undisciplined little brat," he said.
"You'll have to tie me up to keep me from doing whatever I
want!" she said challengingly, her voice breathless, and gasping
"Don't think I won't, brat."
"Asshole! You can't even tie your own shoelaces! That's why
you have Velcro!"
She had taunted him before on having sneakers with Velcro
clasps, but they were a gift from her mother.
He slapped her bottom again sharply and turned to look
around. They were under a window. It was a small window with cheap
little curtains over it. But at some point the previous inhabitants had
fitted it with an expensive curtain rod with a curtain cord - a cord he
never used. Now he reached up and yanked the cord down. He almost
brought the curtain rod with it, but it pulled free, and he grinned as
he wrapped it around Emily's wrists.
She struggled, but not much, as he wrapped it around and
around her pinned wrists, then tied it off. When he let go she pulled
against it and moaned weakly.
"Asshole! I'll be able to get out of it!"
He slapped her bottom again, then lifted her off him. He
got a very good look at a very lovely pair of moist young breasts
before she squealed and turned away, but at that point he merely lifted
up on her wrists, forcing her to bend over. He gripped the remainder of
the curtain cord and lifted it up as she protested and cursed him. He
merely lifted it higher still, pulling her over next to a post in the
middle of the room, and raising the cord up high to slide it over a
hook there.
Emily was forced to bend over at a ninety degree angle, her
arms lifted high behind her back, almost straight up along the side of
the post as he stepped back to admire the view.
"L-Let me down! Uncle Jeff!" she moaned.
"You may address me as sir," he said loftily.
"Sir asshole!"
He sat down and picked up his beer, watching her as she
twisted a little and struggled. Her breasts hung straight down from her
chest, and she wasn't able to hide them at all with her arms lifted up
the way they were. Her face was red, and her hair was a wet, tangled
mess falling down around her head.
"Let me go!"
He grinned. "Say please sir."
"Never!"
He shrugged.
She cursed him and he smiled, still sipping his beer. "Boy,
nothing like a cold beer on a hot night."
She cursed him again and he shook his head. Such a nasty
little mouth. Maybe I should wash it out with soap. Then he noticed
something. Hanging from the vertical blind inside the window frame was
the thin plastic wand used to open and close them. A smile creased his
face, and he stood up, slipped it off the hook, and sat down again,
examining it.
It was thinner than his small finger, thinner than her
small finger, very lightweight, flexible, and about two feet or so
long.
"I don't think you want to feel this on that round little
ass of yours," he said warningly, swishing it back and forth through
the air.
"You wouldn't dare! You bastard!"
"Discipline," he said. "Now, how about that promise?"
"Kiss my ass!"
"Okay."
He swung the wand around and it slashed across her bottom.
He didn't swing it hard, and she sneered at the force of the blow. He
swung it again, harder, and she yelped weakly.
"Big deal! It's probably thicker than your cock!" she said.
He swung it harder still, and she yelped and twisted.
"You don't want to be thinking about my cock when you're
all tied up and bent over there, girl," he said.
"Pervert!"
"Slut!"
He swung again, connecting solidly with her tight little
ass, and she cried out in pain, twisting away, or trying to. She turned
so that her head was towards him and her bottom protected. He grinned
and extended the wand, poking it into the soft flesh of one hanging
breast. She squealed and tried to turn away, and he slid it underneath
and then snapped it up against the centre of her breast, over her
nipple.
"Ow! Shit! You fucker! You can't hit me there!"
"I just did," he said, smirking.
And then he did it again, and she yelped again, twisting
around. Now he slashed it sideways across her bottom and she cried out
in pain.
He began to rain blows on her buttocks now, steady, hard
blows that sent the thin plastic wand cracking into her gleaming round
cheeks as she yelped and cried out and cursed weakly - and moaned.
"A-all right!" she finally blurted. "I-I give!"
"You do, eh? So you'll be a good little girl?"
He slid the wand between her thighs and then up against her
pussy.
"Pervert!" she said in a weak moan.
"Slut," he replied, rubbing the wand back and forth
against the thin wet crotch of her thong.
"I'll be a good girl," she said, panting.
"Say I'll be a good little slut and won't get in my
wonderful uncle's way."
"No!"
'He whipped the wand down across her red bottom and she let
out a cry of pain.
"I'll be a good little slut and won't get in my wonderful
uncle's way!" she blurted.
He stood up and stepped up in front of her. He reached down
for her tangled hair and slowly forced her head up and back as she
groaned and winced and rolled her eyes up at him.
"Y-You have a hard-on, Uncle Jeff," she said with a
breathless smirk.
"So I do," he said.
Her face was level with his crotch, and his shorts were
bulging.
"If you're hot you can just take your shorts off. It's not
like you haven't got anything I haven't seen."
He undid his shorts and let them drop, and she inhaled
sharply as his cock sprang out thick and long and gleaming, throbbing
red with hunger and stiff with need. She licked her lips as she looked
at it. Her mouth was open, at least in some part because of the pull on
her hair. He stood there, his cock inches from her mouth, both of them
seemingly frozen in silence.
His heart was pounding, and then, almost without conscious
thought, he thrust himself forward and heard her muffled cry of
surprise as his cock drove right through her open lips and into her
mouth. He didn't say anything, but tightened his hold on her hair.
Her lips closed around his cock and she began to suck
almost at once, and he felt an intense wave of relief as her tongue
started to work on him and he felt the suction against his throbbing
cockhead.
"Ahh, you gorgeous little slut," he sighed. "Maybe you're
not so bad to have around."
She was devouring his cock, slurping and sucking and trying
to lick, but she couldn't move her head much. He started to pump in and
out, and the pressure within his groin grew even heavier as he watched
his thick shaft slide in and out of his beautiful young niece's mouth.
"That's it. Suck that cock. Suck that cock, slut," he said,
panting. "You hot, horny little bitch."
He still had the wand in his other hand, and for a moment
he stared at it, then brought it down on her bottom again. She yelped
around his cock.
"Suck harder, slut. You can do a better job than that," he
growled.
=
Emily moaned and redoubled her efforts, but he swung the
wand down against her buttocks again anyway.
"That's it. Suck. Suck. Suck," he said, timing the words to
his thrusts.
She was gagging now as he drove the head of his prick too
deep.
"Yeah. Yeah!" he panted, his hips working in and out, in
and out.
"Suck me off, slut. Suck my cock. Drink my come."
He thrust too deep, and he felt a little shock ripple
through him as his cockhead pushed into her throat. He almost yanked
himself back at her gurgling, gagging sound, but instead thrust
forward, driving the whole long length of his shaft down his niece's
throat and jamming her face in against his groin.
"Oh fuck yeah! Oh fuck!" he cried, slicing the wand down
across her bottom in hard, sharp blows. "That's it! Swallow my cock!
Oh, shit! You hot little slut! Deep throat my prick!"
Emily had little choice, of course, but he was elated with
the feel of her throat squeezing and spasming around his cock, with the
sensation of having her lovely lips wrapped around the base of his
shaft and her nose jammed into his groin.
Emily was in a state of nearly uncontrollable sexual heat
and hunger. It had started out hot and wild when her uncle had spanked
her, but this rope thing, tying her wrists, that had done something to
her mind, triggered all sorts of dark, thrilling fantasies that made
her insides quiver and shake.
She had still believed there would be nothing but toying
and playing, teasing and maybe a little groping. But then his cock had
come free, hard and beautiful, thick and long, pointing right at her
face. She'd been shocked, and the hot, throbbing furnace within her had
stuttered a bit as she had contemplated the reality of what might
happen, and whether she wanted it to.
And then, abruptly, he'd thrust his cock into her mouth!
She'd been shocked, stunned, at first, but then a flash fire had raced
through her body and mind and she'd begun to suck, moaning in heat and
hunger as her uncle pumped his cock in her mouth and she tasted his
maleness. Her lips were forced wide, and she felt terribly used,
wonderfully used as his big prick punched into the insides of her
cheeks again and again, rammed against the roof of her mouth, slid back
an forth across her tongue.
When he'd gone down her throat she'd been stunned again,
frightened, at first, not of dying, of course, but of throwing up. That
would have made her like so childish, so stupid, so disgusting in his
eyes. It had been all she could do during those first minutes as his
cock had jammed itself deep into her throat, to control herself and
fight back her stomach.
And as she'd succeeded she'd come to learn a measure of
control over her gag reflex. A girlfriend had once told her that it
wasn't merely a physical reflex. That you gagged if you thought you
should gag. After all, people swallowed food all the time without the
slightest problem. But one little finger tickling the entrance to their
throat could make their stomach turn.
As she began to feel some confidence that she could take
the big cock her uncle was pumping inside her she gagged less. That
didn't make it easier to breath, though, and her face was soon covered
in sweat as her head throbbed and her chest burned from lack of oxygen.
She became light headed a few times before he remembered to pull his
cock free and let her breath.
But she was elated. She had learned how to deep throat a
man! She could think of how that would shock, stun and amaze some of
the guys she knew. Oral sex, after all, was something she often
performed on guys she liked. It wasn't like it was sex - exactly. All
the girls did it. But none she knew could deep throat a guy, so she
would be up on all of them.
But there was more to it than that. The heat burning her
mind and body was coming from too many sources, too many wild flights
of sexual excitement. She was tied up, and he was - he was raping her
mouth! Her throat! That was so nasty! And when he whipped her stinging
ass while he was doing it, and pulled her hair she just felt incredibly
used and degraded.
She didn't know why that made her hot, why it made her
pussy throb and burn, but it sure as hell did. And she wondered if she
might actually come just from sucking a man's cock.
He drew back a few inches, and thrust himself home again,
drew back a few inches, and buried his cock in her mouth and throat
again. Each time she gurgled and gagged wetly, and the feel and sound
were too much for him. He spewed deep in her throat, and Emily felt
dazed with triumph and wicked excitement, feeling his semen pumping out
in wave after wave, spurting and spurting until she felt as though her
stomach was going to fill up with her uncle's semen.
He pulled his softening cock out, and she coughed
violently, saliva drooling over her lower lip. Her eyes were glassy and
she moaned weakly.
"Not bad," he said. "Maybe I should return the favour.
Jeff moved behind her and then dropped to his knees. His
big hands pulled her thighs apart, and he stared at the crotch of her
thong, then opened his mouth wide and jammed his face forward.
She let out another squeal, her hips jerking forward, but
he pulled her back against him as he sucked and chewed lightly, as he
mashed his face into her pussy and licked her through the thin cotton.
He chuckled and drew back a bit, then peeled the tight crotch aside to
reveal her glistening tanned flesh beneath. He hesitated, surprised,
then delighted to find she had not a single hair there. He ran his
fingers gently up and down her soft skin, marveling at how smooth it
was.
"Very nice," he said. "Made for eating."
He opened his mouth wide once more and then took her entire
pussy into it, growling and sucking, his tongue whipping up and down
along her slit as she wriggled and bucked and jerked against him. He
laughed and drew back, then slid a finger into her, twisting it from
side to side. He added another, his cock twitching as he felt the
smooth, tight, warm flesh pressing down around his fingers.
He leaned in and licked at her clit, then took the flesh
all around it into his mouth, sucking and licking, pulling at it as her
bottom jerked and rolled and she moaned in startled pleasure. He had
his two fingers far enough into her that his thumb was hooked up across
her wrinkled anal opening, and he wondered what she'd do if he put his
tongue there. But no, that would be for later. For now - he would see
how the teenager reacted to something less kinky.
He pulled his fingers out and used his hands to spread her
bottom apart and push back her buttocks. Then he really went to work on
her clit, licking and sucking, massaging it with his lips, halting
every now and then to run his tongue up and down along her pussy and
lick along the inside of her sex lips. He could hear nothing coming
from her but incoherent gasps, moans, curses and yelps as he delivered
a particularly startling sensation.
He felt her approaching the brink, though. Her bottom was
jerking harder, bucking back against him. Her gasps and moans were
becoming more breathless, more passionate. He pushed his face in
deeper, then thrust two fingers up into her pussy again, spreading them
a little inside her, twisting them, pumping them. Her voice started to
rise in a wail and he thrust his thumb against her anus, driving it
inside her.
Her wail became a cry of passion and her bottom jerked
back in a frenzy as he licked and sucked furiously. She gurgled and
gasped and her ragged, grunting and moaning was more than enough to
guide him in what he was doing, and to sense it as she fell off the
plateau and sank back down to earth.
He eased his tonguing, shifting his tongue away from her
clit, gently tracing the line of her sex. His fingers remained jammed
in her pussy, his thumb now working gently in and out of her anal
opening. He eased his tongue up and began to stroke it along her
perineum, that small, but deliciously sensitive bit of skin between her
pussy and anus, and she groaned weakly in response.
His thumb jammed deep into her ass now, twisting from side
to side, and she shuddered and her bottom pushed back against him. He
grinned, working his tongue back down along her slit, spreading it with
his fingers and pushing his mouth in to drink her moistness. Then he
moved back to the perineum, getting her used to the feel of his tongue
there, something new she had probably never experienced.
His thumb was pumping slowly, driving in to the hilt,
twisting, then pulling out. His fingers were pushing up and down in her
pussy, as well, and he now moved back to her clit, letting his tongue
slide slowly and gently across it.
"U-Uncle Jeff," she gasped. "I d-don't - ohh! Oh! Jesus! Oh
God!"
He had her clit in his mouth now, and was sucking on it
hard, rhythmically. It would be uncomfortable for her - at first,
something not quite pain. But as her bottom squirmed he knew that the
sensation was changing.
She was a very responsive girl, he thought with a heady
sense of excitement and anticipation. His mind raced through the
possibilities of what he could do with this gorgeous little nymphet, of
what he could get away with, of what would be eye-opening to her, and
draw her further into wanting a sexual relationship with an old man - a
man old enough to be her father.
Yes, he could do things to her her boyfriends had probably
been too impatient or inexperienced to do well, and he could introduce
her to new ideas, nasty new pleasures that would make her gasp in kinky
shock and pleasure.
And he already had a strong clue about where at least some
of her current fantasies lay. She had gotten very turned on when he'd
put her over his knee, when he'd tied her, when he'd made her helpless
and punished her. So just how deep did her fantasies about sexual
bondage go? He would test her limits and see.
Her bottom was starting to jerk back against him again, and
her breathing had become ragged and passionate. He eased up and ran his
hand over the smooth skin of her buttocks, then drew back and tugged
her thong completely down, lifting her ankles to pull it free. He stood
up and looked down at her, his cock already half hard again. He pulled
up his shorts. He would wait.
He went into the cupboard and searched out a few things as
Emily moaned and called out to him in confusion and disappointment.
"U-Uncle Jeff?"
He returned and dumped his things on the chair, then gazed
up above him. He dragged the chair over and then stepped on it.
Reaching over, he unhooked the curtain cord he'd bound to the post and
tied it to a longer rope, then fed the rope over a rough ceiling beam
overhead.
Emily looked up, panting. She groaned in relief as her arms
were able to ease down somewhat, but then he pulled up on the cord and
her wrists were lifted up high once more, though not quite as high as
before. Still, she made no protest.
He had moved her away from the post. Now he knelt and tied
a thin rope around her right ankle. Emily looked down breathlessly,
watching as he pulled her ankle out to one side, and then tied it to
the post.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Quiet, my little slut. I'll take care of you when I'm
done."
He tied another rope around her other ankle, and pulled
that apart, too. She let out a little squeal as her arms were forced up
even higher. But he ignored it, binding her other ankle to a wall
brace.
"Now this is you at your best," he said, standing behind
her. "What a perfect view of your perfect little ass."
"Uncle Jeff," she whined.
He ran his hands over it, then cupped her pussy, feeling
her thrust herself back against him.
He chuckled and moved around beside her, then knelt. He
gripped her hair and twisted her head down and to the side, then
surprised her by crushing his lips against hers. She moaned into his
mouth, her eyes wide, startled, but her tongue soon began to push back
against him in youthful excitement and exploration.
He drew back, and reached down for the thin cord he'd
brought. He gave her breast a firm squeeze, eyeing the fat, swollen
little nipple, then pulled out a short length of duct tape and cut it
off. He pressed it against her mouth and she moaned into it. He winked,
then produced a plastic clothespin. He showed it to her, then rolled
his eyes at her breast. She moaned, and watched, her eyes going wider
as he placed the jaws around her right nipple.
He let the clothes pin snap closed and she squealed in
pain, her body trembling and shaking as she cried out into the tape.
Her head rolled and jerked and her eyes implored him to remove it. He
only smiled and held up the second clothespin, then snapped it around
her other nipple. Her body jerked violently again, her head twisting
from side to side as the pain burned at her tender nipples.
He waited for her movements to ease, then slid a narrow
cord through the hole in the first clothespin, tied it, and fed it down
to her big toe. He pulled, enough to stretch her nipple out a bit, then
tied it to her toe. She was making loud noises into the tape, but her
eyes were still wide, not angry, and she looked on in astonishment as
he tied another cord to the other clothespin, and then pulled down,
stretching her other nipple and tying it to her other big toe.
He'd always liked cucumbers. But he abhorred waste. He had
large ones, but he also had a number of small ones for snacks. Of
course, a small cucumber was still pretty big. He showed her the
butter, then the cucumber, and she watched as he rubbed the button on
one half of the cucumber.
"Guess where this goes," he said.
Her eyes went wide and she shook his head. He laughed and
moved behind her. She was utterly helpless, now, her legs held apart,
her bottom raised. She could do nothing as he pressed the end of the
cucumber against her sex and began to push. She moaned and groaned and
her bottom twisted a little, but he simply continued to push, now
twisting it from side to side, slowly working her sex lips open.
It was a small cucumber, but it was still thicker than any
cock she'd likely had inside her. Her pussy stretched, the soft,
elastic lips clutching tightly around the green vegetable as he slowly
pushed it into her. He could feel the pressure fighting against him as
he eased it in, inch by slow inch, twisting one way, then the other,
then easing back, then pushing forward, watching it slowly forcing its
way into her tight young belly.
With three quarters of it inside her he eased off and began
to lick at her clit again. He slid his thumb, a little oily from the
butter, deep into her ass, twisting and pumping as he licked at her
clit.
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From the ebook The Naughty Niece - by Argus. Argus novels have been
published by Nexus, Olympia, Beeline, Silver Moon, Star, and Chimera.
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