Harlem and Lake

"Take it down your fucking throat you pansy little bitch!" she shouted in rage, eyebrows scrunched, nostrils flaring, eyes flashing.  I turned my face away from the shoe she was pressing against my lips.  The sound of the whack upon my ass hit my ears before the seering pain registered.  I cried out and she poured the cum that she collected in the soul of her high heeled shoe into my mouth.  I nearly choked and instinctively swallowed.  I would've spit it out, but that would've only caused me more pain and punishment.  

I heard laughing.  I opened my eyes to see the people standing around me.  My wrists were handcuffed to the tops of the high foot boards on this, otherwise, lavish bed.  Across the room flames flickered from the fireplace.  Above the mantel was a large nude Renoir.  There was a tall grandfather clock between several taller bookshelves.  In any other situation I would've marvelled at this luxury, now it was a mockery of my bondage.  

This wasn't my typical Saturday night.  More often than not I would be at home masturbating to some online porn.  Instead I'm being humiliated and pushed to the limits of my tolerance.  The night started out innocently enough.  I was asked to join a coworker for drinks.  There was an impending downsizing at the office, and our living in constant fear of loosing our jobs demanded the occassional venting.  We complained and drank, I was buzzed and decided that I had enough for the night.  I said good-bye to my friend and walked to my car parked in the lot around the corner near Harlem and Lake.

The midwest October night air confined most to their homes so the street was rather empty for midnight.  I remember hearing her footsteps behind me.  Looking back I saw a gorgeous blonde, dressed rather chic and swaying heavily.  She was wearing leather gloves and a matching purse (that should've forewarned me to keep my distance).  

She followed me to the parking lot.  Coming to my car, the only one left in the lot, I slid my key to open the door and I heard her shriek.  "What're you doin', get'way from my car!"  I turned to feel her tiny purse slam against my shoulder.  She pushed me away from the door.  I didn't resist her shove.

"I'm sorry miss, but you may be mistaken.  I park here everyday," I tried to explain while containing my laughter.  

She spoke in a slur, I could smell brandy. "Yer full'a shit," she scowled, digging through her purse to retrieve keys.  I kept my distance as she fumbled trying every one of her keys to turn the door lock on my car.

"Listen miss, they're not going to work.  This is my car.  I can prove it if you give me a chance."  

"Yeah how?" she said dropping her keys to the pavement with a jingle.

"If my key opens the lock, would you believe the car's mine?" I asked her trying to sound my most trustworthy.

She turned and bent over to pick her keys up.  I saw her skirt rise over her ass cheeks.  A slender strand was slipped between her pussy lips, her dark blonde pubes lined her puffy lips.  My cock stirred while she turned and said sarcastically, "You open my locks and I'll fuck you dry."  She looked at me in wicked suspicion and laughed.

"That sounds like a great offer, but trust me," I said.  She gave me some distance and I slowly walked to the door.  I slid the key in again and turned the lock, opened the door, bathing the vicinity in the soft yellow glow from the car's interior light.

"You stole my keys!" she said, pushing me aside and hopped in the car.  I was still holding onto the keys.  She tried to use her own keys on the ignition but with no luck.  She looked around, seeing my briefcase in the backseat and my clipboard on the passenger side, she turned to me questioningly.  "This isn't my car," I heard her say through the window.

I smiled and opened the door.  She was looking a little confused and more vulnerable.  She plopped herself on the steering wheel, bringing a quick honk.  I patted her back and asked her, "Are you sure you parked in this lot."

"I dunno, I just don't know.  I'm fucked.  I'll have to take the bus and probably get raped," she said almost sobbing.

"Come on now, nobody's getting raped.  Listen, I'll drive you home.  You know where you live, don't you?  I can take you home and you can worry about your car tomorrow," I said rubbing her back over her expensive shawl.

She looked up to me with glassy eyes and said, "You'd do that for me after what an idiot I've been?"

"Sure, it would be my pleasure."  We exchanged smiles and she started to crawl over onto the passenger side.  She had trouble getting over the shifter and ended up tearing her skirt and got caught.  I had to help her, and got another glimpse of her scantily covered crotch.  When I unhooked her skirt from the center console I looked up to see her staring at me mischieviously.  I figured she noticed me looking up her skirt.  She swung her legs over and I climbed in and we got on the road together.

She told me she lived in Riverside.  When I asked her what her husband did for a living, she told me that the house was her parents and that they had retired to Palm Springs.  She said she lived on a generous annuity and just had to find ways to waste her time.  I was driving down the winding streets of Riverside and she told me to pull up to a mansion.  I drove up the circular drive, lined with towering maples, and I passed a large fountain.  I parked the car in front of the enormous porch.

She seemed much more coherent and looked at me then asked, "Would you like to come in and waste some time with me?  I made a promise to you, and I always keep my word."  I looked into her large blue eyes and felt as though I saw the future-as though I could see her lips sliding up and down over my cock.  Those eyes hypnotized me.  Without responding I shut off the engine and followed her inside through the heavy double doors.  

She dropped her things on a wooden table in the foyer.  She revealed her slender shoulder after removing her shawl.  Her baige blouse barely covered her cleavage.  She was wearing slim platinum necklace with a large black onyx stone surrounded by glistening diamonds.  She kept her leather gloves on while she moved behind me to take my jacket off.  I felt her kissing me once my neck was exposed.  Her teeth gently grazing the sides.  I sighed with a shudder.  She let my jacket fall to the floor.  She reached around my chest and slipped her hands between the buttons in my shirt.  I felt her pinch my nipples and carress my pecs.  She slid them slowly out and hooked her fingertips over the material and ripped my shirt open.  The pitter patter of the buttons as they skipped across the marble flooring served to calm the shock I felt.

She came in front of me and we kissed passionately.  She was the first to slip her tongue in but she later focused on nibbling my bottom lip.  She broke the kiss and backed off while holding my tie in her black leather covered hand.  She turned and continued away from me with a firm grip on the end of my tie.  I was tugged and had to walk with her to avoid it tightening up around my neck.  We walked through the house, passed a window lined courtyard, up a curved staircase and through a pair of french doors that opened to her lavish room.  

She pulled on the tie and used the torque to swing me to the bed.  She paused at her dresser and retrieved a pair of handcuffs.  "Those aren't for me are they?" I asked not quite willing to be bound in a strange place.

"It's just to heighten the moment, you're not too afraid are you?" she asked with a hint of mockery.

I foolishly responded with arrogance.  I loosened my tie and slipped out of my ripped shirt.  "So do you have a safe word?" I asked forcing my willingness to participate.

She was walking toward me.  I held up my wrists.  "We don't need one if you're a good boy," she said as she slapped a cuff on my left wrist.  She reached up to the valance suspended above the bed.  Pulling down a thick black rope with a loop at the end.  Taking my left arm she pulled it up and secured the other cuff to the rope.  She repeated this with the other arm and I was standing at the foot of the bed tied to the thick oak foot boards.  

She pushed me down to a sitting position, my arms high above my head.  Taking off her torn skirt she spun around and shoved her ass into my face.  I smelled her musk as she pressed her ass cheeks against my face.  She tore her skimpy laced g-string from her perfect ass.  I felt my nose touch the ribbed flesh of her asshole.  She angled her cunt down and I felt her moist slit slide over my chin and lips.  I opened my mouth and let my tongue glide over her gash.  She girated up and down so that my tongue would slither from her clit to her pucker.  She would pause at each end to work herself on my tongue.  At first I'd bring my tongue in when she ground her ass into me.  But she noticed this and just pressed on my face harder until I brought my tongue back out.  She never tolerated not getting what she wanted.

My face was a slimy mess of my own saliva and her pussy and ass juices when she finally let off.  I was almost panting for breath.  She had me stand up and then she took off my pants.  She let her fingernails scratch down my thighs as the dragged the waistline down.  It hurt and I groaned but that only made her sink her fingernails harder into my flesh.  I bit my bottom lip and she looked up at me with a smile.  When the material was all bunched at my feet she slapped my thigh hard and I pulled my feet out.

Grazing her nails back up she stopped at my groin.  She flicked at my engorged but not yet completely hard cock.  It hurt but I held back any complaint.  She tugged on my balls then held my cock at the base and squeezed hard.  The head filled with pressure and she slapped it against her tongue.  Descending, she took the cock into her mouth with one motion.  She pressed her lips to my shaft and lifted her head, closing her jaw the higher she got.  The teeth came to a stop at the ridge of my cockhead.  She looked up to see my restrained grimace and she exposed her teeth.  We looked into each others eyes and she bit down a little harder.  I gave her a grunt of objection and she bit down harder until I said "ow".  I couldn't squirm away so I just said, "please".  This worked and she bobbed up and down over my cock, just like I imagined when I stared into her eyes.  

She squeezed my ass and massaged my balls.  The pain she gave worked to intensify the pleasure I was receiving and I felt my orgasm growing.  I wanted to use my arms to hold her head but I was reminded every time I tried that I was going no where.  She just continued to give me the best head I had ever gotten.  The kernel of ecstacy was tumbling down my abdomen and into my balls.  I felt her fingering my asshole and I couldn't hold back any longer.  I exploded without being able to give her a warning tap.  She held just the tip of my dick in her mouth and pumped vigorously on my shaft, milking my balls of every last drop.  

The wave of pleasure was subsiding and she rose to her feet and stood before me as I panted.  She leaned forward and brought her lips to mine.  I figured she'd swallowed so I leaned into the kiss.  The moment I opened my mouth I felt a flood of my seed spilling onto my tongue.  I was shocked and failed to respond.  Finally my brain recognized the texture, flavor and temperature and registered that this girl had just filled my mouth with cum-my own cum.  I turned away and let the cum spill out from my lips.  The globs landed on her comforter.

"Well, you just don't know how to be a good boy.  I'm just going to have to teach you," she said after giving me a swift slap across the face.  Still grateful from the excellent orgasm she provided I was in good spirits.  I offered no resistance while she secured restraints on my legs and connected them to a metal ring behind my back using leather straps.  I couldn't move from the squatting position.  "Now we'll see how good a boy you can be," she said and slipped a blindfold over my eyes.  The world became dark and quite.  I heard her leave the room and I was getting a little scared.  I struggled to see how much freedom I had-there wasn't much.  I jerked and tugged my arms.  The bed posts were solid, they would've held Kong.

I heard a murmuring echoing down the hall.  I swallowed hard, my throat tightened and my heart fluttered.  I was worried who she was talking to- did she lie about a husband?  The murmurs grew louder and I heard several different pitches of male voices and a couple female.  I felt flushed and was squirming to the side to try to conceal my naked frame.  They came in with immediate laughter.

"Look at our little boy trying to scamper away," I recognizer her voice say.  "He still needs to learn obedience, but he'll be trained before the night is over."  

I was frantic, and managed to press my shoulder against my head to work the blind fold off.  I should've kept it on.  I saw four men disrobing and a different woman pulling a dress over her head.  The others were addressing the girl I drove home as "Mistress".  She noticed that I removed the blindfold.  "Look people, our little boy wants to watch as he learns to behave.  We'll punish him by letting him watch." 

Two men came over to me and lift me by my arm pits to a kneeling position on the edge of the bed.  I fell forward and was caught by the ropes from the bed posts.  It hurt terribly and I learned not to loose my balance.  

One of the men that helped lift me up, the one with the shaved head, knelt before me and grabbed my cock.  I started to curse at him crying out cruel vulgarities against homosexuals.  This caused the rest to laugh, and the Mistress came over tapping a paddle in her hand.  I cursed at her and she slapped my ass, shoving my cock deeper into the man's throat and causing me to almost loose my balance.  She kept on paddling me until I was silent.  

Tears had trickled down my cheeks and the other woman, a pale red head with soft and delicate features and large tits, walked up to me and licked the drops and trails, and then kissed my eyelids.  Somehow that made everything seem more tolerable.  I still hated the idea that I was having a forced gay experience.  At least there was someone here willing to show a little compassion.

The Mistress told the red head to start sucking a hispanic guys cock.  She had the two other free men get into a sixty nine.  The shaved guy was still working on my cock.  As much as I tried to fight it, my shaft was getting stiffer and my balls were getting tighter.  I kept repeating to myself that I wasn't a fag, but that didn't stop my orgasm from growing nearer.

The redhead was the first to finish.  She rose from her knees and presented the seed in her mouth to the Mistress.  The latter picked out her shoe from the side of the bed and had the red head spit the cum into the heal.  The heightened groans from the two guys in the sixty nine announced that they were ready to make a deposit.  They stood side by side to spit their cum into the shoe.  That left me and the bald guy sucking me off out of the mix.  

The Mistress presented me the heel held cum cocktail, and I told you how that turned out.  I tried to resist her attempts, twice almost spilling the seed onto the bobbing head on my cock.  That was when the paddling restarted.  She got the best of me and fed me the cum.  I didn't loose a drop and swallowed every slimy morsel.  For some perverted reason, after it slid down my throat as a tear slid from my eye, I came, even more powerfully than the last.  

It must have caught the guy by surprise because he almost gagged and backed away from my cock, getting a rope of my cum splashed against his nose before he was able to gather himself to collect my eruptions of cum in his mouth.  I felt empty by the time I was finished.  I struggled to maintain my balance so that I wouldn't topple over.  I didn't pay attention to the man presenting the cum to the Mistress.  I didn't even realize it was him who dumped the seed into my mouth.  His stubble lined lips shoving my cum into my mouth.  I didn't resist, the thought of my raw ass being pelted again was enough to encourage me to do anything.  I just swallowed what I was given and heard the Mistress say, "Now that's a good boy."

The End

