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Sexual Law (FF,MF,NC,Anal)
DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to characters in a certain action-packed TV
stories starring Samo Hung, Arsenio Hall and the babelicious Kelly Hu is
pure, dumb coincidence.
Grace Chang Pei Pei pulled into the driveway of her house alone as she
had for the last couple of months. She was in an irritable mood, which she
put down to her almost non-existant sex life. She remembered what her
father once told her the police force was a possessive, jealous, and
demanding wife (or husband in her case). Grace noted with a wry smile that
it was true even here in America, a world away from her native Shanghai,
China. Long, irregular hours that left her pretty much exhausted at the
end of the day had dampened her social life. Plus the fact that most of
the men she worked with were only too aware of her reputation as a tough
street cop.
Still, quite a number of men had tried to hit on her, taken by her
exotic oriental features and superbly toned figure. Some had even tried to
impress her in the dojo. Almost all retreated in disarray after sound
defeats. No surprise there. She had begun her martial arts training much
earlier than everybody else except Samo Law. And her teachers were more
ruthless and demanding than theirs had ever been.
"That's probably why you're alone on a Friday night while every other
woman in the department is out getting laid," she berated herself. Grace
knew that she subconciously treated every relationship in the same way she
treated her sparring sessions - always feeling the need to emerge
victorious. She sighed. The dildo she kept hidden in a dresser drawer
would be needed again. Metal jingled as she fumbled with her keys in the
shadowy doorway.
Grace knew something was wrong as soon as she unlocked her front door. A
strangely familiar scent that she couldn't quite place. Straining every
sense, she crept inside the darkened hallway silently. She considered
switching on the lights but that would have made her a much easier target.
Moving carefully, one hand trailing along the wall for orientation, she
moved towards what seemed to be the source of the scent: her bedroom.
Discarding her coat which would have hindered her movements, she pressed
her ear to the closed door. Nothing. Silently, she tested the handle of
the door. It was unlocked. Light crept from under the door. With a deep
breath, she kicked the door open.
Fists clenched, she moved silently into the room, scanning for
intruders. The room was empty. A small table lamp was on, illuminating the
room in a soft yellow glow. The room was undisturbed, except for a vase of
white flowers on the dresser table. Gardenias, she realized. A species
native to South China, where she was born and raised. As she was
considering the possibilities a dark shape detached itself from the ceiling
where it had waited for several hours.
Sensing something amiss, Grace whirled around just as the shadowy figure
landed behind her soundlessly. She circled warily, sizing up her foe. The
assailant was dressed in loose, dark clothes from head-to-toe. A long
black cloth was wrapped around the face, leaving only the eyes uncovered.
Like a ninja from a B-grade action movie. The eyes, however told her she
was not dealing with some pajama-clad fruitcake who thought he was Stephen
K. Hayes. They studied her intently, the way her sifu once did, noting
her stance, weight, and balance. She began to have a very bad feeling
about the situation.
Calling on all of her skill, she attacked, leading with hand strikes,
followed by a fast forward kick. Moving with uncommon fluidity, the
black-clad assailant dodged the hand strikes and deflected the kick with a
forearm. Grace was stunned that her attacks were so easily negated. She
had seen people move like that. An ability that could only be developed by
long years of training to develop timing and rhythm. She realized with a
chill that her foe was no beginner.
Grace had no time for long reflections as the figure pressed his
assault. She gasped as the ninja counter-attacked in an unfamiliar form.
She barely blocked the hand strikes as her attacker pushed forward. One
blow glanced across her cheek as she dodged, retreating from the furious
combination of punches and kicks. She ducked as the figure kicked out,
shattering the vase. Trying to keep the initiative, she feinted and
attacked the figure with a crescent kick. Her attacker ignored the feint,
then jabbed his thumb on the inside of her knee as her leg straightened.
Grace cried out as she felt her leg go numb as the blow struck a nerve
cluster. Gritting her teeth, she retreated towards the door, defending
desparately as a flurry of blows rained towards her. Aiming for his
exposed eyes, Grace struck out, fully intending to blind her attacker.
Almost comtemptuosly, the figure batted her strikes aside, grabbing her
wrists and jabbing hard on her elbow. Her left arm went numb almost
immediately. She realized that the ninja was using yubi-jitsu nerve
strikes - exoteric and almost unknown in this day and age.
She gasped as the ninja struck her in the chest, driving the breath out
of her. As she fell, she felt a strong forearm lock around her throat.
Strugging helplessly, Grace tried to stamp on the toes of her attacker, but
the figure easily evaded her feet. As her head was pushed forward, she
wheezed trying to draw air into her lungs. Her kicks grew feebler as the
ninja tightened the choke hold. No air... must fight... must... Until
she slumped unconscious in the arms of her assailant.
***
Grace awoke as she inhaled a sharp, acrid smell. Ammonia, she realized,
struggling to get up. She found herself lying on her bed, facing the ninja
who knelt above her prone form. Something was stuffed in her mouth - a
rubber ball gag. Shaking her head from side to side, Grace tried to
dislodge the offending object but to no avail. Metal chinked as she tried
to move her arms. She found that her wrists were locked to the bar above
the headboard above her head. Her own handcuffs, she realized. Her legs
were still free, but a strange numbness affected them. Grace found she
could no more than drag them about helplessly.
Struggling against her restraints, Grace hissed at her captor who
studied her intently. For the first time since their confrontation, she
felt that the ninja was appraising more than just her fighting ability.
The dark eyes probed her beautiful face, noting the exotic Asian features.
Her long, silken midnight-black hair spilled over the pillow. Grace
followed the eyes as they moved lower, dwelling on the sweet swell of her
firm breasts that rose and fell evenly with her breathing. The intense
eyes roved down her flat stomach, settling on the faint bulge between her
thighs.
From a hidden fold in the robes, the ninja produced an small blade, an
aikuchi. Eyes widenning in terror, Grace began to struggle, trying to
throw her captor off her. The steel blade gleamed along its razor edge as
the black-garbed figure pinned her legs beneath her. The blade caught at
her wollen top, slicing cleanly through. Holding her breath, she
stiffened, allowing the figure to cut away her top, knowing that one wrong
move would have sliced her open. Realizing what the ninja was going to do
to her, she whimpered, the first such sound she had ever heard herself
make. The ninja went to work on her pants, delicately shredding them before
stripping them away.
The ninja's gaze lingered hungrily at the dark triangle between her legs
clearly visible beneath the thin silk panties she wore. The assailant
turned his attention to her white bra next, slipping the blade between the
cups. The lethally sharp blade cleft through the restraining garment, and
Grace's firm breasts sprung free. She felt her eyes tearing and blinked
them rapidly. Her panties were next as the ninja slid his blade along the
seam, cutting away the last of her clothes. For long moments, the figure
studied Grace's naked form, admiring the soft, satiny skin and her
well-toned muscles. As the hard eyes roved over her body, Grace felt a
cold chill as she realized what was about to happen to her.
With a smooth move, her ninja garbed assailant discarded the scarf of
dark cloth wound about the face. Grace gasped when she realized that her
attacker was a woman. Kuniochi, she realized - female ninja traditionally
trained in the arts of seduction and assassination, masters of both love
and war. While she had heard of many fanciful stories of their exploits,
she had never expected to meet one, much less in her own home.
The kuniochi was young, and stunningly beautiful with exotic,
high-cheekboned features. Long dark hair spilled over her shoulders almost
down to waist. With smooth movements, the ninja woman stripped off her
confining black garb which puddled at her feet. Underneath, she wore a
form-fitting bodysuit of purple which displayed her toned, athletic figure.
Her full breasts fought against the tight material and Grace could make out
the faint peaks of her nipples. God, Grace thought, she looked like a
comic-book super heroine.
Grace tensed as the figure extended a hand to her gagged mouth, toying
with her lips. Dragging her fingers down slowly, the kuniochi caressed her
throat, coming to a stop at the curve of her breasts. Grace held her
breath as the supple fingers toyed with her breasts, caressing the soft
flesh with feathery strokes. The kuniochi moved her fingers in slow
circles around the soft mound, moving closer to the peaks. She gasped as a
long fingernail rasped over her nipple. Grace gasped again as she felt the
kuniochi's warm mouth envelop her nipple, licking, sucking and nibbling
expertly. To her shame, she felt the nipple harden in response and the
beginnings of moisture between her legs.
Grace strained at her bonds as the skilled tongue flicked over her
hardening nipples, teasing her with silky strokes that made her body quiver
involuntarily. She moaned at the delectable sensations as the kuniochi
expertly stimulated her sensitive nipples, perfect white teeth nibbling on
the nubs. She tried to scream and bite at the ball gag, but managed no
sound other than muffed choking breaths.
Grace gasped at the sudden relief as the kuniochi stopped her
ministrations on her breasts, the peaks now proudly erect and glistening
with saliva. The kuniochi remained silent, her beautiful face
expressionless as she trailed her nimble fingers down the policewoman's
naked body. Grace squirmed in response as the fingers roved lower, past
her ribs, past her flat stomach, until they reached the glossy hairs over
her mound. Locking eyes with her, the kuniochi drove a finger deep into
the wetly glistening slit.
Grace moaned in humiliation and despair as she felt the supple fingers
working inside her, parting the firm walls as they inched deeper and
deeper. More fingers teased her clit, causing her to shudder helplessly.
Grace felt her body respond to the forced sexual pleasure, her juices
flooding her engorged sex and staining the bedspread beneath her. Grace
bit down hard on the rubber ball gag as she felt the maddening fingers
sawing in and out of her dripping pussy. A thin trail of saliva ran down
her chin as she tossed her head from side to side, trying desperately to
control her arousal as her orgasm began to build.
All the while, the kuniochi's face had remained passive and emotionless,
completely detached from the sexual torment she was inflicting on Grace's
writhing body. Sweat gleamed on her naked form as she trashed around,
trying to dislodge the invading fingers as the ninja finger-fucked her
mercilessly. With expert skill, the female ninja brought Grace to the
brink of her orgasm and then ceased so abruptly that Grace gasped in shock.
Her firm breasts heaving with her exertions, she eyed the ninja warily as
the kuniochi reached under the bed. The room was stuffy with the smell of
her perfume, sweat and sex. Grace reddened with humiliation as she saw the
kuniochi holding her own vibrator. With surprising strength, the female
ninja lifted Grace's legs, before spearing the rubber phallus to the hilt
into her flowered open pussy.
Screaming and struggling, Grace flailed about wildly as the unrelenting
dildo pistoned in and out of her. She felt her control fading as the
kunoichi rasped her fingers over her clit, sending shudders of sheer
delight rippling through her sweaty body. As her hips surged forward of
their own accord, she felt another finger stroking the crease between her
buttocks. Grace maoned helplessly as she felt a long nail nosing about her
anus, poking and scratching at her most intimate opening. Between the
dildo driving into her from the front and a finger slipping into her anal
entrance, Grace was brought gasping and writhing to the brink of her orgasm
before the kunoichi stopped again. This time, the female ninja released
the gag before eyeing Grace with a slow smile on her lips.
"Beg me," the ninja said calmly, the first words Grace had heard her
speak.
Grace remained silent, willing her body to be still as she stared
defiantly at her assailant. At this, the kunoichi began a more vigorous
assault, taking the naked policewoman both front and rear. Freed of her
gag, Grace's moans and gasps became more audible and uncontrolled as the
ninja continued working over her body. Her sexual tension spiralled higher
and higher until the sensations treatened to overcome her, her body
trashing about helplessly as the dildo, glistening with her juices drove up
her pussy with lewd squishing sounds. In time with the dildo attacking her
from the front, the kuniochi's supple fingers sawed in and out of Grace's
tight virgin anus from the rear.
Her helplessless seemed to add another dimension to the incredible
pleasure of being taken simultaneously in her pussy and ass. All her life,
Grace liked being in control. Now, as she struggled futilely against the
clinking metal handcuffs, she felt a dark thrill at the thought that her
body was completely at the mercy of another woman. She had fantasized
about lesbian sex like many women, but had never considered acting on those
impulses. And now, here she was cuffed to a bed, being raped by a woman.
As she strained on her bonds, the handcuffs rubbed the skin of her
wrists raw. But the pain was lost in the heady euphoria of sexual pleasure
as Grace fought to keep her body still. It was largely a futile effort.
Driven into a frenzy by the double penetration, Grace felt her control melt
away, crying out her need for release. Then just as her hips surged
forward and she felt lightheaded from her approaching orgasm, the kuniochi
stopped again. Grace gasped in frustration, unconsciously straining her
hips and trying to restore the delicious rhythm as the female ninja stepped
back.
"Beg me, and I'll let you come."
Again, Grace grit her teeth and said nothing, even as she felt the
sheets beneath her damp from the abundant fluids leaking out of her pussy.
At this her sexual torture began again. Her torment continued maddenningly
in this manner with the ninja deliberately halting precisely at the brink
to deny Grace her release before repeating her order. After the sixth
time, Grace knew she was lost, her body's need overridding her resolve.
Her mind confused by the haze of lust, Grace complied in a voice shaking
with humilation and arousal. She begged for her orgasm.
At this, the ninja leaned forward and unlocked the handcuffs. Grace
eyed the kuniochi warily, and for a moment considered trying to fight back.
As if realizing this, the ninja woman smiled, running her fingers over the
dildo, dripping slick with Grace's juices. Grace wet her lips, remembering
the sensations as her body shivered in response. At this point the mingled
smell of her perfume, sweat and sex hit her. She knew to her horror and
humiliation that she was going to do whatever the kuniochi desired. "On
your hands and knees," the ninja ordered.
Her body trembling, Grace complied with a low moan, flopping onto her
stomach and raising her buttocks submissively to the desired position.
When she did so, she felt the kuniochi taking up position behind her, the
slick dildo nosing about her engorged pussy. Fingers clenched in
anticipation, Grace groaned aloud as the fake cock began its entry, it hard
length parting the slick walls of her pussy. With a powerful thrust, the
kuniochi plunged the wetly glistening dildo deep inside her as far as it
would go. Grace screamed in sheer delight, her back arching as she thrust
her hips back against the dildo's deep strokes. Her delicate hands knotted
into fists clawing at the bedspread beneath her. Reaching between Grace's
sweaty buttocks, the kuniochi drilled her finger into her anus, the finger
disappearing into the winking hole as she took Grace in the ass as well.
Crying out in Chinese, Grace flailed her head about, lost in her passion,
her long dark hair flying about her face.
As she felt the policewoman's body shudder in the early throes of her
orgasm, the kuniochi ripped the dildo from Grace's pussy before sinking it
deep into her ass with one stroke. Grace's scream echoed around the room
as she orgasmed powerfully, juices spraying from between her sleek legs.
The Kuniochi continued to work the dildo into Grace's ass as her body
bucked wildly, shuddering in the throes of her climax. As she sank sweaty
and exhausted to the bed, Grace realized that her assailant had no
intention of stopping yet as the hard length continued to saw in and out of
her stretched anus. The kuniochi has freed one had to play with her
breasts, the long nails rasping deliciously over her hardened nipples.
Soon, the ninja's ministrations were rewarded as the helpless policewoman
orgasmed again. And again. And again.
Grace lost all control of her body as the ninja took her repeatedly with
her own dildo, inflicting orgasm after orgasm upon her for what seemed like
hours. She heard her own voice crying out in sheer delight as her juices
gushed freely down her legs with each incredible climax. In her frenzied
state, her body responded of its own accord, jamming her slim hips down in
time with the kuniochi's upward thrusts, driving the fake cock as far as it
would go inside herself. Totally lost in her passion, Grace cried out for
more, screaming to the kuniochi to fuck her senseless. Until at last, she
collapsed in total exhaustion to the damp bedspread before losing
consciousness.
***
Grace Chang woke up to find herself naked and alone on the bed. She
turned over, touching a damp spot on the bedspread before sitting up. For
long moments, she stared at the stains, trying to come to terms with last
night's experiences. But all she could think about was how good it felt to
be dominated. Her eyes drifted to her wrists, marked by reddened skin
where her handcuffs rubbed her as she struggled. Her mind was numb with
the knowledge that she had been repeatedly raped and sodomized last night.
By a woman, no less. And enjoyed it, she admitted.
Almost unconsciously, her fingers drifted between her thighs, her nails
brushing the furred mound, still sticky from her drying juices. Gingerly
she felt around her tender anus, the soreness a mute testimony to her anal
experience. The knowledge that she had taken the full length of the dildo
inside her ass last night repulsed her, and at the same time excited her.
She shuddered unconsciously, recalling the intensity of pain and pleasure,
blended into a mindblowing sensation. Moaning, she plunged her fingers
inside her own pussy, working furiously, one thumb on her clit. She came
almost at once. However, unsatisfied with the climax, she looked about.
Spying the dildo on the floor by the bed, she swiftly retrieved the fake
cock.
She turned over on her stomach before raising her rump, her hands busy
between her legs. With a choked cry, she pushed the dildo inside, until
the hard plastic was buried almost to the hilt inside her moistening pussy.
As her juices began to flow, she let her most intimate fantasies spring
unchecked to her mind. Fantasies she had long suppressed.
...She was arresting several hunky perps. Hard muscled, but lean. She
had taken several of them down but their numbers overcame her superior
skill. One of them slapped her across the face. Hard. As she blinked
back her tears, she would see the criminals in a ring around her.
Massaging their cocks as they leered at her. She would feel their rough
hands as they tore at her, ripping her clothes off. A knife would slide
under her top, cutting through the material from hem to neckline. She
would feel more hands pull on her bra, breaking the straps. Hands scooping
out her breasts, mauling the firm flesh. Hands dragging on her pants,
pulling them past her wildly-kcicking legs. She would resist. She would
then have her breath knocked out of her as a heavy fist slammed into her
flat stomach...
Grace moaned aloud as she worked the dildo feverishly, sawing the hard
length in and out, the plastic glistening with her juices. Her other hand
moved to her erect nipples, tweaking and pinching them in her passion.
...Being forced to a hands and knees position on the filthy floor.
Strong hands forced her jaw apart as a latino thrust his erect cock in her
face. 'Blow me, bitch!' he would scream, slapping her to make his point.
Humiliated, she would submit to his lusts, taking his cock into her mouth.
Drool leaking down her chin, she would service him, sucking and licking his
cock like a cheap hooker. While this was happening a huge black perp with
an equally huge cock would mount her from behind, taking her doggy style.
She would hear her own muffled scream as the monster cock forced its way
into her tight pussy, stretching her inner muscles painfully. She would
hear her rapists grunting like animals as they violated her supple body...
With a cry, Grace orgasmed, juices spilling out of her pussy and
drenching her fingers. She continued working the dildo frantically,
driving its hard length deep inside her before withdrawing.
...She would sprawl on the sodden ground, sobbing. Her naked body would
be covered with sweat from her exertions. Cum would be leaking out of her
mouth where she had swallowed the load from the first rapist. More cum
would be running down her thighs from her overflowing pussy where the black
guy had voilated her, cuming and shooting his load deep inside her. She
would be overcome by the heady smell of sweat and sex. And the ring of
leering, excited men, eager to experience the pleasures of her body. Like
a bitch on heat, cornered by a dog pack. One by one, taking turns with
her...
...Helpless to resist, she would submit to their lusts, taking their
cocks in her mouth. In her pussy. And to her total humiliation, in her
ass. Shuddering uncontrollably from the force of being penetrated
simultaneously, she would feel her own orgasm begin to build. And as the
pain and pleasure of blended into one incredible, indescribable sensation,
she would cry out in orgasmic delight. And when they were done, when cum
was spilling out of her every orifice, she would beg them to rape her
again. Beg them to use her like a cheap hooker. She would then eagerly
submit to their every degradation and she would orgasm. Again and again
with her body afire with need...
With a scream, Grace speared the dildo into her ass, working it inside
her most intimate opening as her juices gushed out of her spasming pussy
and ran down her thighs. This time, when she came the intensity of the
orgasm almost overwhelmed her and she collapsed panting on the sodden bed.
***
Louis was startled when Grace Chang bounded into the station wearing a
tight white blouse and a black mini-skirt and matching stockings that
displayed her sleek legs to full effect. Accustomed to seeing her in her
more severe attire, the eyes of every male in the department followed her
as she headed towards her desk. Louis caught a glimpse of black panties as
the skirt rode up over her thighs when she settled down. He puzzled over
it: Grace in sexy underwear? Shit! Somebody up there must be reading my
fantasies, he mused. As she reached for her mug, he noticed immediately
the red rings around her slim wrists. And what exoteric discipline had she
been indulging in?
Louis could hardly keep his mind on work all morning as Grace flirted
most outrageously with him. She manipulated almost every conversation with
him to sex, teasing him until he reddened before laughing and changing the
subject. She bumped into him constantly, bending low and taking every
opportunity to make body contact with him. If he didn't know her better,
he could have sworn she was trying to seduce him. And she was suceeding.
Not that it took much effort, since he always had a fierce crush on her.
Louis grimaced as he was chewed out for inattention by the captain for
the second time today, his mind busy visualizing about a wild, sweaty orgy
with Grace. He spent most of the day at his desk trying to hide a painful
erection. As Louis gathered his coat to go home, he felt someone pull on
his sleeve. It was Grace.
"My car won't start. Give me a ride home?"
Louis had to suppress his first thoughts about the ride he actually
wanted to give his gorgeous colleague before answering, "Uh... sure. Let
me just get my stuff."
***
The ride was uneventful except for the willpower required on Louis part
to keep his eyes on the road as Grace's black miniskirt rode high enough to
display her sleek thighs almost to her hips. As the car stopped in front
of her apartment, she leaned closer to him.
"Come in for a drink? Least I could do," she asked.
Louis nearly choked on his reply. Shit, he thought, if I get a call
now, I'd shoot the despatcher. Twice.
Eyes locked on Grace's firm ass, so clearly outlined by the tight
miniskirt, he followed Grace into the hallway. As the door closed, Grace
slid the bolt home, then grabbed Louis by his shirt.
"Okay, big boy. I must have you. Now"
With hands made clumsy by lust, Louis pushed her against the wall.
Fumbling around, he managed to unbutton her blouse which parted to reveal
the lacy black bra she wore beneath. Shrugging her shoulders, Grace let
the blouse fall as her delicate fingers struggled to free his belt and
jeans. Pulling on her bra straps, Louis removed her bra, exposing her
taut, perfectly rounded breasts. The pert nipples were already hard and
erect from her arousal. As her hands closed on his cock, he hiked the
black miniskirt up to her slender waist. Getting his fingers into the hem
of her black panties, he dragged them down past her hips to her sleek,
nylon-clad thighs. Grace helped him, wriggling her hips before directing
his cock to where she wanted it. She was dripping wet, her juices spilling
out of her pussy and running down her thighs in slow, shiny trails of
moisture.
With a choking cry Louis jammed his hips forward, his hard cock driving
deep into his lovely colleague. Grace gasped at the sensation as she felt
the pliable walls of her pussy being forcefully parted by the invading
cock. Her back pressed against the wall, Grace raised her supple legs
before locking them around Louis' waist. He slammed her repeatedly against
the wall as he fucked her roughly, driving his cock to the hilt inside her
before withdrawing. The wet frictioning became almost unbearable as Grace
cried out in passion, urging the tough policeman to take her.
"Ohhhhhhh! Yesss! Yesss! Yesssss! Fuck me, Louis! Oh please fuck me
silly!"
Growling, Louis intensified his assault, his cock tunnneling deliciously
into her tight pussy, making lewd squishing sounds. Her fluids washed over
his cock as he took her, drenching his groin. He licked the sweat beading
on her breasts as Grace arched her back and orgasmed, her strong legs
clamping powerfully around his waist. Louis lost all control as her pussy
spasmed, milking him deliciously. He grunted, holding firmly on her
shuddering body as he shot his load deep inside her. Grace cried out,
biting on the flesh of his shoulder as she felt his hot cum inside her
sopping pussy. They both collapsed on to the floor in a tangle.
Louis recovered first, his eyes roving hungrily over Grace's superbly
toned body. The room was stuffy, making the smell of her perfume, sweat
and fresh cum all the more acute. He got his hands under her as Grace
moaned softly into his ear, nuzzling the faint stubble on his cheek.
Scooping her up, he carried her to her bedroom and let her down on the
soiled bedspread. Grace discarded the remnants of her clothes, naked but
for her black nylon stockings.
Loius studied her body for long moments. It was as terrific as he
imagined it would be in his fantasies. Better. He was about to climb onto
the bed on top of her when Grace leaned over to the bedside table. As she
fished around in an opened drawer, Louis heard the clink of metal. Her
handcuffs. Smiling slyly at Louis, she placed them into his hands. He now
realized where she got the marks on her wrists.
"Cuff me," she moaned. "Then fuck me"
Louis took her proferred wrists firmly, raising them to the head of her
bed before cuffing them securely, the chain wrapped around a bar on the
headboard. This made her chest thrust out towards him, offerring her
delicious breasts for him. Grace wriggled seductively as he leaned over
her naked body. He swooped forwards, his mouth engulfing a breast, licking
and sucking before moving to the other. Grace moaned appreciatively as his
tongue rasped delightfully over her hardened nipples.
Meanwhile his fingers nosed around the entrance to her slick pussy, wet
with their combined juices. Grace began to pant. Moaning, she trembled as
his fingers eased inside her. As she felt a calloused thumb bear on her
clit, she struggled to raise her hips to increase the pressure. As his
fingers worked at her sensitive pussy, she writhed about, small sounds of
pleasure escaping from her open mouth. Entranced at her response, Louis
increased his speed, alternating between pulling and rubbing on her clit
until Grace cried out, her hips jerking in orgasm.
While she was drunk in the after effects of her second orgasm, Louis
flipped her over on her stomach. Grace realised he wanted to take her from
behind and submissively raised her hips until he could see the puffed open
lips of her pussy and the shiny, wet hairs on her mound. Louis admired the
taut globes of Grace's buttocks and the dark crease between them for long
moments, lingering on her small, puckered anus winking invitingly at him.
His cock twitched at the thought of having her there. Later, he decided.
Grace tensed, feeling his hard, muscled body fall behind her and his
cock nosing into position at the mouth of her heated pussy. She moaned as
he teased her, sliiping just the head inside her before pulling away. Then
with a sudden lunge, he slammed his body into hers, driving his hard cock
halfway to the hilt and drawing an appreciative cry from Grace. Taking a
firm hold on her sweaty body, he sent his cock all the way inside her,
making her body writhe deliciously from the sensations coursing through
her. In response, Grace jammed her buttocks back against his thrusts trying
desperately to get his cock deeper inside herself.
She was still incredibly tight, even with the earlier fucking and the
copious amounts of her fluids flowing freely from her pussy. He delighted
in the way her pussy walls resisted him, clamping almost painfully on his
cock as he fucked her wildly. His hands reached forward to play with her
firm breasts which bounced so erotically with each stroke. Grace moaned
and gasped at the added sensations to her sensitive nipples. At first she
urged him in no uncertain terms to fuck her brains out, then as he
complied, lapsing into incoherence as the sensations built up indide her.
"Take me, Louis! Fuck me like a whore!"
"Ohhhhh! Yes Louis! Ohhhh! Deeper! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
As the pleasure spiralled to heady heights, Grace screamed her delight,
her body shuddering powerfully from a series of violent orgasms. Her face
was hidden by her dark hair as she flailed her head wildly, totally lost in
the intense sensations of her climax. As the walls of her pussy spasmed on
his cock, Loius grunted and climaxed as well, shooting his milky cum into
his colleague for the second time. He collapsed on her, his breathing
heavy against her silken hair, now matted with sweat. They lay together
for long moments before either of them spoke.
"Ummmm. That was real good," Grace smiled at him. "We should have done
this months ago."
Louis grinned. "If I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up. Ever"
"Can you manage another round, tough guy?" She asked.
Louis groaned, "I won't be able to work tomorrow, Grace"
Grace smiled slyly. The handcuffs jangled as she shook her wrists,
reminding him of her present bound state. Her dark eyes twinkled as she
declared, "I'm 'cuffed and naked, completely helpless to whatever you want
to do to me. For instance you could rape me repeatedly and I wouldn't be
able to stop you..."
Louis swallowed. Then he let his hands play over her body, enjoying the
feel of the soft, satiny skin as he massaged her shoulders. Admiring her
superbly toned muscles, he licked the sweat off her back. Grace moaned
softly. Louis explored down her back, stopping at where her slender waist
flared out slightly to her hips. His strong hands drifted lower over the
globes of her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh. Grace raised her hips
slightly to accomodate him, breathing heavily with her face pressed into
her pillow.
She gasped, tensing as she felt his strong fingers slip into the crease
exploring her nether vale. Grace moaned with undisguised pleasure as his
fingertip found the puckered opening of her anus, tracing the tight hole
lightly. Louis held his breath as he explored the entrancing opening
further, half expecting Grace to protest. Instead, she moaned and raised
her hips higher as a finger slipped inside the tight opening. He drilled
one finger inside her ass, then two until she was crying out in her
passion, her knuckles white from gripping the bars of the headboard. Atfer
several minutes of watching as Grace flailed around with his finger deep
inside her ass, Louis could hardly contain his erection. She gasped in
disappointment as the madenning fingers stopped. Then she felt the much
larger shape press itself into the entrace to her anal passage.
"Yessss!" she hissed, feeling the long, hard length lodge its head into
her most intimate opening. With a sharp cry she thrust her buttocks back
and up, forcing the Louis' cock halfway inside her ass at one stroke.
"Ohhhhhhh! Take me Louis! Take me in the ass!"
Taking a firm hold on her wildly gyrating hips, Louis was only too eager
to do as she desired, letting his weight drive the hard cock into her
tight, resisting ass. She was incredibly tight and the going was much too
hard to be fun. With his free hand, Louis reached between her legs,
playing with her gushing pussy, until his fingers came away wet. Pausing
momentarily, he coated his cock with her juices before plundering her tight
opening again. Grace cried out at the incredible sensation of pain and
pleasure as he forced his way past her anal muscles, until his hips slapped
against her buttocks.
Louis paused again, admiring the unobstructed view of his engorged cock
buried to the hilt inside his beautiful colleagues' firm ass. Here he was
with the girl of his dreams naked and 'cuffed to the bed. Unbelievable
that he had just had sex with her in the hallway as she moaned into his
ear. And now fucking her up her tight, beautiful ass that he lusted for
ever since she walked into the station.
Grace was growing impatient, crying out to him in Chinese to continue
his anal assault. Louis gave her what she wanted, withdrawing halfway
before spearing his cock deep into her ass as far as it would go. Again
and again, as Grace screamed in sheer delight at each stroke. She bucked
and heaved, enjoying the feel of being impaled on his rampant cock.
Grabbing at her bouncing breasts, he mashed them painfully as her body
flailed around. He took her roughly, almost violently, reaming her tight
asshole. And she loved it, feeling the long hard length deeper inside her
than she thought possible.
With the incredible friction inside her ass, Louis was swiftly losing
control as he felt his cock twitch. With a growl he fell on her body,
slick with her sweat and her juices, letting his weight push his cock all
the way inside her rectum. Hands locked around her waist, he climaxed,
shooting his hot cum deep into her ass. As she felt Louis come inside her,
Grace orgasmed as well, screaming her pleasure aloud as her juices gushed
out of her spasming pussy. She collapsed on to the bed, feeling the
dampness on her thighs as she continued to shudder in orgasm. She
luxuriated in the wonderfully warm glow of her climax, half asleep until
she felt his strong hands unlocking her handcuffs.
Grace turned to watch her lover beside her, "Oh God.... that was
incredible"
Louis grinned like a man who had all his sexual wishes granted in one
night.
"Are you ready to go again?" she asked innocently.
Louis turned pale, splutterring, "Again?"
Grace licked her lips, "There are a few things we haven't tried yet."
Louis groaned inwardly until he felt her soft lips engulf his softening
cock. She was good, her tongue flicking deliciously over the head as her
supple fingers massaged his balls. He felt himself growing, stiffening
until its hard length was fully erect. He watched entranced as Grace took
him into her hot, wet mouth, deep throating him. Oh hell, he thought,
reaching for her swaying breasts, a man can only live so long...
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