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Saucy, sexy, ex-cop Stephanie Romano works as an investigator for
a stodgy old law firm, and gets away with wearing stiletto heels and
leather minis by servicing her boss every now and then. In her spare
time Stephanie indulges in the kinds of wild sexual hobbies which
would shock the staid lawyers she works with, including a growing
interest in bondage, S&M and public sex. When she investigates an
Arab seeing the boss's daughter, though, her hobbies aren't enough
to prepare her for the brutality and sexual abuse of a vicious
blackmailer and would-be terrorist. Soon she has a choice of putting
up with sexual torture and humiliation or ruining her reputation and
getting arrested.
Why don't you come over?
I felt a few butterflies twirl in my belly.
"And what will we do, Max?" I asked.
"Can't you guess?" His voice was silken.
I'm still sore from last night.
He chuckled throatily. "But Dave and Tommy are coming over. I bet
we can find some fun games to play."
The butterflies in my stomach swirled much faster and multiplied.
"I don't think so," I said. "I don't think I'm ready for another
night like last night."
You mean for incredible climaxes?
I flushed a little and slowed as the car came to a red light.
Among other things.
I have a new toy. It's very - large.
"Your toys are always large," I said.
Would you have it any other way, my dear?
Maybe in a few days, when I'm...
"Now," he said. "Tonight. I go out of town tomorrow, and when I get
back Tommy has a high end business deal coming into play. Now, my
sweet, sexy little fox, so you have something to remember during the
quiet weeks to follow"
"Okay." I spoke the words softly, hesitantly, and my stomach
cramped when I closed the phone.
Was I crazy?! I was going to go over to his place and fuck him and
Tommy and Dave again!? Shit! Was I becoming a fucking nympho?
Maybe.
He lived in Gramarcy, and I headed over there with a feeling of
trepidation and anxiety, like I was heading into a Lion's den. At the
same time I could feel my nipples throbbing, could feel my arousal
building in anticipation of wild, kinky sexual thrills. What would Max
have in store for me this time?
But this time I was stone cold sober. So I kept bitching at myself,
kept telling myself I was nuts, that what I really wanted was a quiet
night in front of the TV on my comfortable sofa.
Max met me at the door, hugged me, and took my coat. We went in and
I found Tommy and Dave sitting on the sofa. Max came up behind me. His
arms slipped around me and his hands squeezed my breasts fully and
firmly as the other two looked on. I felt my stomach churn, but then he
drew back and propped himself against a corner table.
"Strip," he said with a grin.
"You don't want to try to seduce me?" I asked jokingly, nervous, a
little shy, embarrassed.
"Strip," he said softly.
"What are we going to do?" I asked nervously.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
The other two just looked at me, and I felt my chest getting
tighter. I had already removed the bandaids over my nipples, not
wanting to look goofy, and now I unbuttoned my blouse, then undid my
skirt and let it slide down.
I had no underwear, so in a moment I wore only the black boots.
Tommy licked his lips, Dave's eyes flitted up and down. Max looked on
silently. I felt - the center of attention, like I had been last night.
But I was sober now and I felt more embarrassed, more inhibited, more
squeamish.
"You can take off the boots, too," Max said. "We want you
completely naked."
Inhaling a little shakily, I did, stripping them off and standing
before them nude, feeling self conscious, trying to think of a joke to
crack.
Tommy and Dave rose, then and approached suddenly. I backed up
and found Max had moved to stand behind me again. I was tall for a
woman but they were all taller, and hemmed me in, silent, staring.
Dave slid his hand in between my thighs, palming my sex, and Tommy
cupped my breast, lifting and squeezing it as Max kneaded my buttocks.
"I fucking love how soft your pussy is," Dave said softly.
"I love your tits," Tommy said.
I felt my heart pounding as Max bent and kissed me on the nape of
the neck, my head turning from side to side, eyes flitting from one to
the other.
I - .
Don't talk," Max said. "Until you can sing."
He grasped my hair and pulled my head back, firmly but gently, and
his other hand brought a ball gag around in front of me, pressing it
against my mouth. I opened my jaw uncertainly, and he pushed it
forward, forcing my jaw wider. I felt my mouth strain, and moaned
around the spongy latex as he pushed it in, as it filled my mouth. My
jaw closed a little behind it so it was not painful, but I was
effectively gagged, and felt the side straps pull in around the side of
my cheeks as he drew them beneath my hair and buckled them together
behind my head.
Then he took my arm, and Tommy took my other arm, and they led me
down the hall and into the "play room". My pulse was racing, and my
skin seemed to crackle with sexual electricity as they led me into the
room. It seemed empty, almost, but then I was led up to a low table on
which sat a number of leather restraints.
I did nothing to resist as they buckled thick, padded leather
restraints around my wrists and ankles, and slid a collar around my
throat. None of them talked to me, or to each other. The whole thing
seemed weird, dark, unholy, and slightly menacing.
They raised my arms, and then the pressure of Max's shoe against my
ankle forced my legs to open, then wider, then wider still, surprising
me. Dave and Tommy attached black play rope to my ankle restraints and
fed them out straight to either side, then through rings on a pair of
posts flanking me, and then to a small crank bolted to the floor in
front of me. My arms were drawn out, not up, but out to my sides, about
level with my hips, and the ropes were attached, tightly locking my
arms out to either side.
Max grinned and moved back, and Tommy pressed his booted foot
against the inside of my right ankle. A moment later Dave bent and
turned the crank, and I felt the pull on my ankles forcing my legs
wider still. The tendons in my inner thighs and groin ached a little,
but I shifted my feet further apart as he turned the crank to lock my
ankles farther open.
Max returned, and I inhaled as I saw the size of the dildo he held.
It was a nasty one! It was thick as a beer can, pointed, black, and
well over a foot long. He waggled his tongue at me, then dropped to his
knees in front of me. My legs jerked as I flinched back, as if
instinctively trying to keep my pussy away from the thing. But Max
wasn't looking at my pussy. Instead he was placing the thing on the
floor beneath me, twisting, doing something. When he straightened it
was locked in place somehow, pointed straight up at my pussy.|
But it was certainly not any threat to touch me, not from down
there, for Gods sakes, unless...
With my legs as wide open as they were I was at least a seven or
eight inches lower than my usual height. I was also finding it more
difficult to support myself. My legs weren't braced right beneath me,
but spread well apart to either side so that I felt an outward pressure
on my legs. Did they really think I was going to spread my legs out so
far I'd sink onto this fucking dildo?! Christ! I'd have to do the
splits! I hadn't done that since the dance classes my mother had forced
me into as a teenager!
I stared at them, trying to communicate that with my eyes
Dave dropped to his knees in front of me and let his thumbs press
my sex lips apart, then began to mouth and tongue me. Tommy began to
fondle my breasts, stroking and kneading them, lightly pinching and
tweaking my sore nipples. The floor as polished, and my bare feet
slipped a bit further apart.
I felt Max's finger against my anus, circling and stroking. It was
wet and slick, covered in something. I moaned into the gag as I felt
him slowly penetrate me, felt his finger slide up through the soft
folds of my anus until he was in me to the knuckle. His finger pumped
slowly in and out as I moaned into the gag and let my head roll back.
Dave was doing amazing things to my pussy, his tongue whipping across
my clit as my hips rolled weakly, and the sex heat was rolling up
through my body
Max pushed a second finger up my ass, and Tommy bent and turned the
crank. The pull on my ankles forced my feet slightly farther to the
sides, and I moaned at the tightness in my groin.
I did aerobics, and a variety of exercises for the martial arts. I
was pretty limber compared to most women. I'd had my ankles pinned back
behind my ears any number of times, too. But I hadn't done the splits
in forever.
I moaned as he returned to my breasts, sucking on the nipples, now,
kneading and gently squeezing my breasts, his tongue lapping and his
teeth nibbling. Tommy's tongue was driving me into convulsions, my hips
jerking and grinding as he slid two fingers up into my pussy. And now
Max inserted what felt like a thick dildo into my ass, sliding it in
and out, pushing it deeper with eery few strokes.
I came, screaming into the gag, my head thrown back, my hips
bucking and churning against Tommy's mouth as the orgasm washed over
me. I grunted and moaned in dazed, feverish pleasure, wantonly grinding
my hips into his face and mouth as Max tried to drive the dildo even
deeper into my ass and Dave bit down lightly around my nipples.
I slumped weakly, moaning, and Dave turned the little crank again,
forcing my feet even wider apart. I groaned in pain, but Tommy produced
a vibrator now, and began to use that in tandem with his tongue. The
aching tightness and strain in my groin began to ease in the face of
the sensations he was raising in my pussy.
Max worked the dildo deeper, almost all the way, and began to
stroke it in and out. My legs spread wider, and they were so far apart
they had their own momentum now. I could feel the constant pull as they
sought to slip further apart and fold me on the floor. Another orgasm
approached, then flooded through me, sweeping my mind into a churning
froth of sensory delight.
Max jammed the dildo all the way into my ass, and I felt cramps in
my belly. He and Dave uncranked the ropes and let me pull my legs
together again, and I groaned in relief as they massaged my inner
thighs. Dave changed places with Tommy, who buried the vibrator inside
me as he began to lick at my clit.
Tommy disappeared and returned with a small flog. It had a handle
just big enough for his hand, and a dozen thin black laces - hardly
leather, more like plastic or something else light. He grinned at me
and brought it down across my right breast. It didn't hurt, not at all.
But he started whipping the thing, almost in a circle, swishing it down
onto my breast again and again and again.
And the repeated blows started to sting - a little. He switched to
my other breast, doing the same, then back to the first. My nipples
throbbed.
Max began to turn the crank again, pulling my legs wide. He pulled
them wide, pretty fast, until they were almost as wide as they had
already been. Then he resumed pumping the dildo in my ass, thrusting up
hard, deep, making me rise on my toes and gasp. Dave was sucking on my
clit now, with the vibrator purring inside me, and I was moaning and
rolling my head from side to side.
It was all so deliciously kinky!
My legs slipped further apart, then still further, and the aching
in my inner thighs began to burn and bite. I was well over a foot lower
now, and my hands were thus raised above my hips, but still in no
position to support me as the ropes held them out to either side.
Max seized my hair and pulled it back sharply, forcing my back to
arch, then thrust the dildo up into my ass with hard, deep strokes as
Tommy whipped my breasts and nipples.
I was their little sexual playtoy, and it was making my insides
burn with lust and heat.
My feet slipped further apart on the floor. I was sweaty now, and
my feet were no exception. Max went to tighten the crank and keep me
from pulling my feet together. My pussy wasn't more than two feet off
the floor now, and my hands had raised to about chest height, but the
big black cock under me still seemed to be impossibly far away.
My thighs burned and strained and ached, and I came again, crying
out, my ass really pounded by the hard dildo in Max's fist, Dave
sucking on my clit with painful force.
Again they let me pull my legs together, though my thighs still
ached. Max and Dave changed places, and Max showed his special flare
for oral sex as Tommy pumped the dildo in my ass, twisting it from side
to side, changing angles and directions. Dave picked up another little
flogger, but this one had longer laces. He moved behind me and I gasped
as I felt them slashed across my back.
They were lightweight, and the pain was minimal. But it did sting
slightly. And it did something to my head as he swung it again, and
then again, and then again, making me grunt and gasps as the sweat
trickled down my body.
My legs slipped apart, farther, and farther. They turned the crank,
and I groaned, my head rolling weakly from side to side. I slipped down
further and further, my legs aching. My wrists rose up, up to shoulder
height now. The vibrator was pulled out of my dripping pussy, and Max
began to play it teasingly across my clit, causing my hips to jerk and
grind helplessly.
My legs slipped further apart and I felt something else against my
pussy, something hard and remorseless, something solid and unyielding.
I looked down, panting, drooling around the gag, and saw that my pussy
was touching the fat black cock. Oh Jesus! Oh shit! Oh God! I groaned
as the pressure against my soft, hairless pussy grew heavier, as my
sweating feet slipped a little further apart on the polished floor and
lowered me little by little by little.
The pressure ached now, the hard, round, helmet headed latex cock
jamming into the mouth of my sex. I could feel the strain against my
pussy opening, could feel my sex lips and my opening spreading -
spreading - spreading ever so slowly apart under the continued
pressure.
My legs hurt. They felt rubbery and weak, the muscles all played
out. I whimpered and moaned, my head jerking spastically as the fat
helmet headed dildo slowly forced my sex far enough apart and slid
inside me.
God it felt good! It felt so incredibly fucking good! The pain
didn't matter compared to the delicious, wonderful sensation of that
enormous cock penetrating me and sliding into my pussy.
Dave was whipping the flog down across my bare back again and
again, and it was stinging more now, making me flinch and jerk and
whine and moan as he moved up and down between my shoulders and
buttocks. Tommy was kneeling next to me sucking on my nipples, pinching
and tugging and biting them, and at the same time pumping the dildo in
my ass.
I jerked and shook, my upper torso twisting wildly from side to
side as Dave whipped me, my pussy throbbing around the dildo as I
slowly sank lower and lower.
It was necessary to be really limber to kick people in the head,
especially tall people. But I never would have imagined my legs could
spread as wide as they did as easily as they did. And with them spread
so wide there was little I could do to support myself. I pulled against
the ropes holding my wrists, which were now at head height, but I could
only do that for so long. The thickness of the dildo in my pussy was
also supporting me to some extent, but my lubrication was letting it
slowly push deeper, dropping me lower onto the fat latex cock.
An orgasm was rising inside me. I was sweltering with the heat,
sweating like a pig, exhausted and overwrought, gasping and moaning
through the gag. I felt the pain rise, the pleasure soar, and I began
to lose myself again, gasping and jerking to their fingers and tongues,
to the flog lashing my back and the vibrator rolling across my clit, to
the plucking and twisting of my nipples, the pulling of my hair, and
that huge dildo sliding slowly, remorselessly up into my quivering
belly.
I came, screaming into the gag, jerking and twisting and flailing
against the ropes. My pussy spasmed around the dildo and I slid lower
suddenly, steadily, as if my muscles had given out, given way. My
wrists rose as my pussy sank, and my legs slid further apart with a
sharp, Painful sliding motion until with a shuddering cry of pain I
felt myself flat on the floor, legs straight out to either side, pussy
burning and throbbing with pain around the monster cock jammed up
inside me.
My eyes bulged, and an incredible, intense rush of endorphins and
scalding sexual pleasure twirled and swirled within my body and mind.
It hurt. It hurt, and the pleasure was frothing rush of ecstasy. I was
feverish, wild, wanton, caring nothing for anything but the pleasure. I
was in another world, with my straining sex lips now pressed against
the floor under me, jerking and quivering and shaking like an
epileptic, gurgling and moaning and crying out in animal bliss.
Rapture.
It enfolded me, surrounded me, pressed down around my body and mind
like a hot, crackling blanket of energy and pleasure and just shook me
to the core of my being for endless, endless seconds. Black dots danced
before my eyes, and I swayed and reeled, jerking and quivering and
shaking in dazed sexual release until I almost passed out.
It slowly, slowly receded, leaving me dazed, exhausted, drained,
hanging there, arms up and apart, legs split out to either side, chest
heaving, head hanging down.
Max buried his fingers in my thick hair and yanked my head back
hard so that my back arched sharply. He pulled me back so hard I felt
unbalanced, and would have fallen over backwards except that my arms
were holding me up and I was all but impaled on the mighty black cock.
"You're our little sex toy now, Stephanie," he said, running his
hand over my breasts and chest. "We can do anything we want to you. We
can keep you here forever, and force you to please us any way we want."
He undid the buckle holding my gag in place, then slowly worked it
out of my mouth. I gasped and coughed as saliva dribbled over my lip,
my jaw slack. He yanked back again on my head and I cried out.
He released my hair and I gasped and groaned as my head swung
forward. Then Dave was in front of me grabbing my hair in two fists,
his knuckles jammed against my temples as he thrust his now naked cock
into my open mouth. I gurgled in surprise, then closed my lips around
it as he began to thrust slowly in and out.
Yeah! Suck me," he panted. "Suck my cock!
His cock was long but thin, and slid in and out, almost to the
point of gagging me. Then Tommy was beside him, and he released my hair
on one side so that Tommy could wrap my hair around his fingers too.
Dave pulled his cock out and Tommy thrust his into my mouth, pumping it
in and out a dozen times. He pulled out and they jerked my head to the
side so that Dave could drive his prick into my mouth and then, slide
it down into my throat.
He used my hair like a handle, jerking my face in and out as he
fucked my throat, then pulled back, letting Tommy take my hair. Tommy
twisted my head towards him and he stuffed his own cock into my mouth
and, like Dave, drove it down my throat. He let his hips move in and
out as he pulled me onto his cock with every thrust.
They traded off, thrusting quickly, pumping three or four times
each, then making me swallow the other cock. Then Max moved in, and now
it was three of them, their cocks rubbing against my cheeks and face
and forehead. I would suck one, then the other, then the third, while
the other two rubbed over my forehead and cheeks and the side of my
head.
I gurgled and gasped and panted for breath as they traded off, as
they took turns stuffing one cock then the other then the other down my
throat and jamming my face into their groins.
"I'm ready," someone said.
I hardly heard it. My head was being yanked this way and that, and
I was gasping and gurgling and coughing and gagging weakly as they
thrust their cocks down my throat, the saliva drooling across my lower
lip and down my chest as they used my throat roughly and quickly. Their
cocks made a wet sucking, slurping sound each time they thrust in and
pulled out.
"Hold on. Pull out. Let her go," Max's voice said.
The hands came free of my hair and for a moment there was nothing
in my mouth. My head started to come forward weakly when Max's leather
clad hand cracked across the side of my cheek. I cried out in pain, my
head flung up and back. Then another crack, quickly, across my other
cheek sent my head rocking to the other side.
I think Tommy and Dave were a little shocked, and I heard one say
Hey, man!
But the slaps came quickly, maybe six, seven of them, to one side
of my face, then the other, back and forth, back and forth, rocking my
head from side to side, delivering sharp, concussion like pain that
stung and shocked and dazed me.
Then my hair was seized and a cock rammed down my throat. Now my
hair was bunched up deliberately at the top of my head, and my head was
yanked back and forth very quickly as his hips - it was Max - thrust in
and out to drive his cock sharply up and down in my throat.
"Now," I heard.
The other two had been fisting their cocks. Now they pumped their
fists more rapidly, and first Max, then Dave, and finally Tommy spurted
their juice over my face at more or less the same time.
Wild!
The guys were laughing a little as my head fell forward and I
blinked my eyes dazedly at the floor. Max appeared, kneeling before me,
a big vibrator in his hand. He clicked it on and began to roll it up
and down over my clit. I groaned and my hips tried to work, to drive me
forward. The sensations were almost painfully intense as he let the
round-nosed little silver vibrator roll around and around my clit, then
back and forth across it.
I came with an explosive release of pressure, my head flying up and
back so that I almost broke my neck. He ground the nose of the vibrator
down against my swollen clit, jamming it against the floor, and the
sensation was almost too intense to stand. I writhed and twisted and
thrashed madly, unseeingly, my body wracked by convulsions.
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