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BREAKING IN A COCK SLAVE

M+F, Reluc

Mona Belikov


WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upsets you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read it.

If you have any comments please e-mail them to me at
monabelikov@rocketmail.com
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Chris's arrival at the outstation was disappointing to say the least.
The airstrip was little more than a cleared stretch of land and there
was noone there to greet her.  The pilot seem to take all this in his
stride and started unloading the cargo for the station.  That
accomplished he started to make preparations for leaving.
"Hang on" I said "your not going to leave me here alone are you?"
"You'll be fine, they'll be by soon to pick this up" and with no
further ado he continued his preparation.  I guess I had no
alternative but to watch the little plane as it circled round and flew
off leaving a dust storm in its wake.

As I sat on the boxes in what little shade there was I contemplated
the fate that brought me to the dusty outback of Australia.  As a high
spirited city girl I'd had little time for school and soon started
running with a fast crowd.  I had the looks that easily opened doors,
a 5'2" blonde my short height emphasised my double d rack and well
shaped legs, a fact that I'd often played on with short dresses and
low necklines.  From a young age I had cruised from one rich boyfriend
to the next, never worrying where the money came from, until my latest
boyfriend did a runner leaving me with a major debt to one of the more
undesirable of local underworld lords.  A lord who had made it very
clear to me that I had better come up with the money to cover his debt
and quickly otherwise he would make sure that I didn't stay pretty for
long.  It was then that I found that the crowd who had so loved me
when I hung out with them wouldn't even return my calls let alone lend
me money.  I was suddenly persona non grata with a massive debt to
pay.

$50,000 was a lot to raise and no bank would lend me anywhere near
that amount, I had no skills or education.  At the ripe age of 22
years old, the best I was fit for whoring or menial jobs in the
service industry all of which paid a pittance.  No modelling agency
would take me on either due to my small height.   The thought of being
fucked or stripping for strangers made me sick and none of the other
options would raise the money I would need.  In desperation I caught
sight of a job in Central Australia, the description was little more
than a housekeeper and kitchen hand, but the money offered was
amazing.  In 6 months I would be fully able to pay off the mob boss
and have a little bit of money to start over, all the while having my
food and board paid for and being out of reach of the bastard who
threatened to cut my face.  How hard could it be I thought and quickly
signed up.  After a basic interview at an employment agency and a
medical, I was hired.  So here I was stuck for 6 months in the middle
of nowhere and beginning to wonder if this was the great idea it
seemed when I was in the city.

After about an hour, I could see a dust cloud in the distance and
within a short time an old battered ute drove up.   A guy got out, he
looked about mid to late 40's, scratching a beer gut that bespoke a
lifetime of drinking.  He towered over me, standing at least 6'4",
wearing a tank top which was once probably blue but now so faded it
could have been any colour and an old loose pair of stubbie shorts.
His skin was dark and leathery from years of sun but there was a sense
of wiry muscle in his imposing frame.  He looked me over as if I was
last thing he expected to find.
"About time you showed up" I exclaimed as he continued to stare at me
in silence.
His lips curled up in sneer which intimidated me slightly, I suddenly
had the feeling that prey has when it is spied by a predator. "Well
girlie, if I knew you were waiting for me, I might have sped up."
"I'm Chris, the new housekeeper"
"Are you now" he drawled "we were expecting a bloke, it looks like
someone in head office has stuffed up"
"What's the problem, is it that I'm a girl?"
"We'll to be very clear,  there are 4 blokes here, if you fuck any one
of them then the whole station will fall apart as the others fight
over you"  I blanched at the directness of this old leathery station
hand.  "So unless you can keep those legs of yours shut while you are
here, I will leave you here to be picked up by the next mail run... are
we clear girlie".
The forcefulness of his voice left me with little option than to nod
in compliance.  The old station hand looked me up and down again.
"Very well, get in the ute, but mind my words or you will pay the
consequences."
I got in the ute, intimidated by the bloke who had still yet to give
me his name.   I watched as he manhandled the cargo into the back of
the ute.  He was stronger than he looked, lifting the larger boxes
with ease, in next to no time he had cleared the load and was back in
the ute and we both started on the track back to the homestead.  The
day was hot and the tank top I was wearing was sticking to my body
with sweat, making my large breasts even more prominent.  As the ute
wound its way along the track I caught the old bloke looking at my
tits as they bounced when the ute hit potholes.  The trip was so rough
I began to wonder if he was aiming for the potholes on purpose just to
make my tits bounce.

Finally we came upon the station, a collection of building clustered
around the main house.  As we pulled up in front the old bloke spoke
for the first time since he collected me "Your room is in the main
house, as are all of ours.  The toilets and showers are in a block out
the back.  The rest of the guys are out on the station, you'll meet
them tonight when they come in for tea".  He grabbed my bags hauling
them both out of the ute with ease; he walked off, expecting me to
follow him, which I did.  He led me inside the house which was
surprisingly cool after the heat outside and into a large and quite
comfortable appearing bedroom.    There was a large wrought iron queen
sized bed, a dressing table and a plush sitting chair near a bay
window.

"This'll be your room, you have no chores today, although I expect you
to start work tomorrow, breakfast is at 6 am, so I will need you in
the kitchen by 5.30, don't be late." And with that he left me and I
still didn't know his name".

I spent the day unpacking and looking around the house.  The old bloke
left me alone although I could hear him pottering around the kitchen.
By 6pm the others started coming in from the station.  The first I met
was James, I found out later he was the youngest of the jackaroos at
23 (one year older than me).  His eyes almost bugged out of his head
when he spied me.  He introduced himself quickly but I could tell that
he was uncomfortable talking to a woman.  He kept looking at the
ground, anywhere it seems except at me.   Lionel was the next of the
station hands to come in.  In his late 30's he took my presence in
stride although surprised to find I was a woman.  It was he who told
me it was the company's policy not to have mixed genders on the
smaller outstations.   Dave was the last of the 3 jackaroos to come
in, in his early 30's, he not only made me welcome but left me in no
doubt that he appreciated my looks, he was an outrageous flirt but in
that easy way that was more banter than making a serious move.  At
dinner that night I found that the grumpy one that picked me up was
nicknamed "Cookie" and he was also in charge of the station.  The guys
all deferred to him, so he was clearly the boss of the group although
they were not that formal.  They were all nice guys except for Cookie,
and some of my anxiety lessened as they joked and told me about the
station.

The next morning my alarm went off at 5:15, I groaned and hit the
snooze a few times finally dragging my body out of bed at a smidgeon
before 5.30.  As I staggered still sleepy into the kitchen, Cookie
turned to me and grunted that I was late and pointed me to my chores
for the day.  This was the start of my regular routine, the job was
busy but not too hard and I was easily able to do all that was
expected of me.  I even started up a veggie patch in a section of the
yard.  All under the ever leering eye of Cookie who watched me like a
hawk.  I constantly felt his eyes on me, something which made me
uncomfortable.

After 2 months the routine started to drag on me, I had a series of
boyfriends since I first found out about sex at the ripe age of 16 and
had only to crook my little finger to have a stud on hand to fuck.  An
enforced celibacy of 2 months was driving me insane.  At one month my
vibrator died after almost continuous use. After 8 weeks my own
devices were wearing thin....I needed cock and I needed it badly.  I had
flirted with all the guys to a degree and each of them (bar Cookie of
course) I would have happily dragged to my bed and fucked their brains
out.  Cookie's words kept haunting me and I know if I even made a move
on any of the guys Cookie would spot it and I would on the next plane
back to Sydney.  I needed the money desperately and I would not be
paid unless I lasted the whole 6 months, but the thought of going that
long without sex was not a prospect I looked forward to.

Chapter 2 - the proposal

Saturday night was a kickback night, a night when Cookie would put a
slap of beer on ice for us all.  Sunday was our day off so we often
stayed up late, playing poker or other games.  The boys would tell a
lot of off jokes, especially when it became apparent that I was no
blushing maid.  I liked sex and made no bones about it.  I could not
have it but at least I could talk about it and we all did.  It was
Dave's birthday, Cookie had put on a couple of more slabs of beer and
we had all had a few too many when Dave started that fateful
conversation that changed my life.

"Chris" he started "remember when you mentioned the other day that you
needed to make some serious money to repay some debts...well the boys
and I have been talking...and we thought we would like to make a
proposal to you".  I was a bit into my cups for a serious conversation
but still in control.
"This sounds serious" I said.
"Well it is a bit", Dave stammered a bit but the other jackaroo's
urged him on.  "Look we're all a long way from anywhere and will be
for at least another 4 months"
"Yeah" I asked puzzled still not comprehending where this was going.
"Well, we all have needs, sexual needs...hell we have talked about it
often enough.  None of us are getting any and all of us want it".
"Your point being?"
"We know you need money, we want to offer you money out of our pay, if
you will do us"
"you mean fuck you...all of you"
"yes...but we will pay, we are not expecting you to do this for free".
With that he pushed forward a bank draft.  I picked it up and read it.
Oh my fucking god!, it was for $10,000 dollars, this was so much money
that I almost fell out of my chair.
"If you promise to fuck all of us, for the rest of the time out here,
we will sign this and you will get this money above your pay, tax
free.  But it has to be all of us or none of us that is the deal we
can all live with".
I looked over at Cookie who was sitting in the corner quietly
watching, "and your OK with this?"
"Yep, I said that you were not allowed to have sex with any one
person, but as long as you do everyone equally then I am cool with
this."
The thought of all that money was dancing before my eyes, that and the
need to finally get some cock...nice hard firm cock...I could feel my
juices flow at just the thought of good hard fucking man meat within
me.  I looked around the room at the eager faces, all were fine
looking men that I would be happy to fuck, but then I caught sight of
Cookie, my breath caught.  He was the last person that I wanted to be
intimate with, frankly I found him intimidating, all the others that
would be easy but the thought of that old guy with the beer gut
fucking me was almost enough to say no...but all that money.

"Yes" I said and it was if the whole room was waiting for that word.
The guys (all but Cookie who just stayed in the corner and watched me)
jumped up and were wooping in joy.  "hold on...I have some conditions of
my own".  Dave was the first to settle down to listen but the others
soon followed.
"Ok what are they" he asked
"Firstly, I will only do one guy a night....I am not an all you can eat
buffet"  Dave looked around the room and all the guys nodded in
agreement.
"Secondly, nothing kinky unless I agree to it...if anyone steps out of
line on this one then the whole deal is off and I keep the money...
agreed."  Again Dave looked around the room and each of the guys
nodded in turn to the agreement.
"What about condoms...I don't think we have a supply on station?"
At this Cookie spoke up "Not really a problem, everyone here including
you has gone through a complete medical.  We are all clean otherwise
we are not allowed on station."
"So you expect me to go bareback...with all of you?"
"What's up girlie, a smart girl like you is sure to be on the pill..."
Cookie tone was a challenge to me and I had to admit I was on the
pill, although I did't know how he would know this, lucky guess I
suppose."
"Ok....that makes sense" I said and Cookie leered at me, as if he had
won a victory.
"Lastly, how are you going to determine what the order between you
guys will be?"   This last statement of mine started a conversation
between the guys that went for a bit, finally they decided that they
would play poker for me,  the one who won would go first and then the
others in turn depending when they out of the game.  It all seemed
reasonable to my beer addled brain and the game was quickly set up.
They all wanted to be the first to fuck me and frankly I so wanted a
hot cock that I was hoping the game would be over as quickly as
possible.

The game was intense and I was relieved to see that Cookie was the
first out.  This was surprising as he was normally a very good poker
player and often won the games.  It greatly lightened my mood to know
that I would not have to have sex with him for at least 4 days.  Next
out was Lionel, leaving only Dave and James to fight it out.  I
thought to up the stakes and snuck out to my room changing into a nice
blue silk slip of night gown, one that clung to all of my curves and
emphasised them all to advantage.  My creamy breasts were well
displayed as the neckline dropped low to show a lot of cleavage.  My
nipples which were large like my tits were already hard at the thought
of finally getting some and looked as if they would poke through the
fine fabric.  I pulled on a matching thong, letting out my honey
blonde hair and brushed it out so it softly fell about my shoulders. I
wanted to be a prize worth fighting for.

When I finally made my entrance back in to the main room the guys eyes
almost fell out their head.  I walked with a knowing swagger that made
my tits bounce, mesmerising each and every guy, making them all want
to fuck me.  Cookie in the corner smiled and toasted me with his beer
can.  I walked over to the couch in the middle of the room so that all
the men could appreciate my form.  As I sat down I crossed my legs,
making the thin slip slide further up my legs displaying even more of
my thigh. James lost complete concentration on the game and could not
seem to drag his eyes away from my tits.  This made it even easier for
Dave to win the game and it seemed only fitting that he got me first
considering it was his birthday which set the ball rolling.

After Dave declared his victory to much cheering from the other men,
he walked over to me hand outstretched to assist me from the couch.
As we walked from the room to a lot of rude cat calls his hand rested
on my lower back, slipping down to squeeze my ass, in clear view from
the others.
We were quickly in my room with the door closed and locked behind us,
before I could even draw breath he was on me, kissing me deeply, his
hands on my ass grinding me into his hard rod in his jeans.  Seems I
was not the only one craving a shag.  Dave's hand started bunching up
my slip and it was quickly pulled over my head leaving me in nothing
but a blue lace thong.  Dave stared at my semi naked form appraising
every curve as if he was a staving man looking at well done steak.

"I have been imagining for months what you would look like naked...and
babe it is even better than I thought" He said.  I smiled and moved
forward, taking control, unbuttoning his shirt button by button
kissing each piece of flesh as it was exposed.  He watched me
passively as I slowly stripped him. I pulled his shirt off and then
went to my knees in front of him undoing his belt and pulling it
slowly out, it was then I started to unbutton and unzip his jeans, a
process made more difficult by how hard his dick was pushing against
the confines of his pants.   Finally his cock jumped free and I
quickly took it in my mouth craving that hot man meat.  A groan went
up from Dave as my hot mouth took him all in.  He was a respectable 7"
not much of a challenge for me to deep throat.  My fingers caressed
his balls, full and dangling near my face.   I could feel Dave's hands
tangle in my hair as he held my head and started to fuck my face
harder, I liked Dave taking control and moved one of my hands down to
rub my clit. Doing Dave without a condom was great, I could taste the
salty goodness of his precum as he continued to force his cock down my
throat, with each thrust I could feel his cock growing in my mouth.  I
could fell the long vein pulse along his shaft as, before I could cum,
he clutched my hair holding his dick deep in my throat as he came, his
hot cum like a torrent filling my mouth as I swallowed it down.

As his cock softened I pulled back, wiping the escaping cum from my
lips. Dave caressed my face "Oh babe that was amazing, you are a great
cocksucker".  I smiled up at him from my kneeling position and he
caressed my face.  Within minutes his cock started to stir again (with
a bit of encouragement from tongue), thank heavens for fit jackaroos.
We moved to the bed and he laid me down on my back, I thought he would
remove my g-string finally and fuck me but instead he moved to
straddle my chest his hard cock resting between my tits.

"I have been fantasising about fucking these mothers" he said as he
roughly mauled my tits, pulling at my hard nipples.  This rough play
was doing it for me and I writhed beneath him, my g-string soaked with
my sweet juices.  He reached over to the nightstand grabbing a bottle
of moisturising oil and pouring a large glob of it between my tits.
With that he scrunched my tits together and started rubbing his cock
between them.  As he tit fucked me the head of his cock poked through
and I licked and sucked at it for all I was worth.

"Oh man...these tits are great...I could fuck them all night long".

It was his second cumming for the night and he took a lot longer,
grinding his cock incessantly into my tits.  I could feel his cock
growing larger ready to erupt with all the salty sticky cum.  With a
cry like groan he came spraying my face, neck and tits with what felt
like a bucket of hot cum.  With his cock he worked to spread his seed
all over my tits until they glowed with his cum. I licked his cock
clean and he finally fell on his back to the bed beside me.
"Oh babe that was so great, you have no idea"  I reached over to
caress his soft cock and balls, lighter now for spraying so much cum
down my throat and over my body.
"I'm sure your not quite done yet....wouldn't you like to stick this
cock into my hot pussy and fuck me hard."
"Babe, that would be great but I think between all the beer and those
fantastic tits that it would take a miracle for this man to rise
again".  I was not happy at that thought, I wanted cock in my pussy
desperately, but despite my best efforts I could not make that cock
move.

Dave finally called a halt to my efforts and kissing me sweetly on the
lips made his way from my room telling me that he was looking forward
to again fucking my luscious tits in a few days time.  Grumbling and
in a foul temper from a failure to either cum or to have the hot cock
I so needed, I grabbed my towel and robe and made my way to the shower
block to wash the cum off my body.  As I stepped out of the shower
block, still working the towel through my hair I spied Cookie, sitting
on the veranda watching me.  He tipped his beer in my direction as if
in salute.  The thought of having to fuck him in a few nights still
terrified me a bit and I ducked my head walking off to my room, but I
could still feel his eyes upon me, undressing me in his mind.  I had
made my deal with the devil for cash and in a couple of nights I would
have to pay up.

Chapter 3 - James

The next day was Sunday, a day that the guys stayed around the
homestead doing those odd jobs that needed doing, oiling tackle and
fixing bikes ready for the week ahead.  As housekeeper I was in charge
of all the washing and cleaning and did my round cleaning up all the
empties from the night before and putting the room to right.  James
finally stirred from his room he was a bit the worse for wear for all
the drinking.  When finally he realised that I was there he blushed
and mumbled a hello, the knowledge that tonight would be his turn to
fuck me made him very uncomfortable.  I smiled at him in encouragement
and thought today could be fun flirting and prick teasing him.  After
all I was still without my cock and a young stud like James could be
just the thing I needed to scratch my itch.

I had on a tight tank top, one which my lacy black bra peeped over the
neckline and showed the creamy expanse of my cleavage off to
advantage.  I was also wearing my shortest cut off hipster jeans, they
were tight too so my round firm ass was on clear display.  As James
watched me I pulled my top up tying it in a knot under my breasts,
showing even more of my fair skin.  I smiled as James gulped at the
sight of all that silky flesh on show.  I walked over to him, making
sure that he was following my every move and as I drew close I pressed
up against him, going on to tippy toes (he was a good six feet after
all) and whispered in his ear, "Tonight you are mine...all mine".

As I walked away I saw his jeans had tented out to a rather large
tepee.  I made sure that he noticed me looking at that promising lump
as I smiled at him and left the room.   All day I had fun teasing him,
leaning over where he could see down my shirt, or putting my legs up
on the furniture so he could see their smooth length.   James looked
like he was walking on egg shells all day, so nervous that he almost
jumped out of his skin at any loud noise.  I was sure he had a hard on
for most of the day and hoped that tonight would be more satisfying
for me than the previous night.

I was helping Cookie with dinner prep that night, as usual he said
little but to order me around.  At one point he was resting up against
a counter, a coffee cup in hand, just watching me and making me
nervous.  "I was talking to Dave", he said, that caught my attention
and I looked up at him. "He said you were a great cocksucker and
titfucker".  I blushed at the blatant course references to what I did
last night.  He smiled obviously checking out my rack.  I wanted to
run and hide, with that sentence and look he made me feel dirty and
cheap and yet I could also feel my juices starting to run as my pussy
started to pulse, this confused the hell out of me, how could I be so
repulsed and yet turned on at the same time...I was sure it was the fact
I was so unsatisfied last night that was the explanation.   He took
another sip of his coffee, leering at me.  "We'll see girlie, we'll
see".  And with that he went back to cooking virtually ignoring me for
the rest of the dinner prep.

At dinner the boys were giving James hell, all making suggestions as
to positions best to fuck me in.  James blushed the whole time, and
some of the stories they told to go with the suggestions even made me
blush.  Finally with dinner over and to save James from more of the
sledging of the men I came over and grabbed him by the hand, dragging
him to my room, making sure the door was locked.

James looked like a deer in the headlights when I turned around.  I
had a feeling he was inexperienced and was determined to make this as
nice a time as I could.  I lead him over to the bed and we sat
together on the side as I gently started to kiss him on his cheek
working slowly to his lips.  He was hesitant at first but quickly got
into the sprit of things kissing me deeply, soon his hands were
roaming my body and feeling up my tits through my shirt.  I pulled
back for a minute and quickly pulled my shirt over my head leaving me
in my black bra, it was then the flood gates opened and James eagerly
started kissing and fondling my breasts.  My bra was soon on the floor
and he had my shorts and knickers off in no time.  Gone was shy boy,
in my arms was an eager if fumbling young stud.  He had me on my back
in the bed in seconds as he tried to quickly pull his clothing off, at
one stage his foot caught in his jeans and I was sure he was going to
fall over but he quickly saved himself and dived eagerly on to the
bed, his socks still on.  With very little foreplay (not that I needed
any, I was wet from just the thought of sex) he plunged that cock into
me...finally I had a hot cock in my pussy.   The teasing I had been
doing to him all day would prove to be my undoing as in a few quick
strokes he quickly came, filling my pussy with cum but again leaving
me unfulfilled.   James was young and with very little work on my part
was soon hard and pounding at me again.  He had very little finesse
but a nice size cock at almost 8" and it felt good as his shaft
grinded in and out of my cunt.  James lasted longer than the first
time....but not by much.  He was full of apologies which I quickly
silenced with kisses and caresses which had him moaning in pleasure.

I will give it to James he does recharge quickly if only he would last
a bit longer.  Five times we fucked that night and a couple of times I
was on the verge of cumming but each time he could not last and I was
again left in frustration.  I thought of finishing myself off but
James ego was so fragile at cumming so quickly that I didn't have the
heart to do that to him.  He had tried to rub my clit in between
fucking but he was so clumsy he caused me more pain than pleasure.
My pussy was tender from the hard pounding that he had given me, as
well as being full of cum from how many times he had shot his load
into me.  I could feel his cum dribbling down my leg as again I made
my weary way to the showers.   I didn't spy Cookie that night but I
could feel the burning of his gaze as I made my way back to my
bedroom.  Was I becoming paranoid or what!

The next day I was in a grumpy mood as I dragged myself out of bed to
again help with breakfast.  I was about 15 minutes late something that
Cookie made me well aware of with a lecture that my new "duties" were
not to make me late for my shifts.  I quickly agreed, anxious not to
make Cookie too angry at me, and moved to gingerly sit on the stool to
start the chopping.  James had really pounded my pussy last night and
I felt tender and bruised this morning.

Cookie of course noticed my hesitant movement.  I was focused on my
chopping and didn't notice him come up behind me until I felt his hot
breath on my neck.  I froze, as he coarsely whispered into my ear.
"Tender are we girlie, you don't know what tender is.  Wait until I
have had a chance at that cunt of yours.  You won't be able to sit
down for week."  And with that he went back to businesses, leaving me
fearful and shivering in my chair.  Oh god, what had I got myself
into, I was going to have to lay back and let this guy fuck me.
Someone that I would never have even thought of letting a guy like him
touch me, let alone give myself to him. Yet within that fear was a
thrill of pleasure; my emotions were a mess whenever I thought of
Cookie taking me.

I knew he was watching me again but I focused on my chopping, trying
to leave the kitchen as soon as could to get my other chores done and
to escape this crude asshole of a man.  As I made to leave the
kitchen, Cookie again yelled out to me.  "Better make sure you are on
time tomorrow".  After the anxiety of the morning as well as the
frustrations of the last couple of nights I finally snapped and yelled
back at him.  "If you are that bloody concerned about me arriving late
you could always give me a wake up call!".  With that Cookie laughed
and said "I might just do that girlie". And with that I made my escape
from him.

Chapter 4 - Lionel

Lionel was an older man with a tinge of grey in his hair, he had that
kind of body which could be called a long drink of water.  Lionel had
always treated me with kindness and respect since I first set foot on
the station and I was looking forward to finally having him in my
bed.  Lionel himself was taking this all in his stride and at dinner
was treating me more like a date than someone he was going to shag
later.  At one stage during the meal his hand fell beneath the table
and rested on my thigh.  I was wearing a skirt and top and I could
feel his fingers lifting my skirt up my leg until he could caress my
bare thigh all the time holding a conversation with Dave about the
state of the cattle in the northern section of the station.

The dinner seem to go on interminably as Lionel seemed in no hurry to
whisk me off to the bedroom, his warm hand had moved higher up my
thigh almost to my panties, a soft caress on my inner thigh.  My pussy
was burning and my panties were getting wetter by the minute, I was
the one impatient for bedding, not Lionel it seemed.  Finally James
started to clear the table and I pulled my skirt down ready to make my
way to the bedroom.  Lionel turned and smiled at me, saying to the
others "We'll men, seems I have a previous engagement, if you will
excuse us both".  This leaving of the dinning room was in huge
contrast to the rude and indecent cat calls which had accompanied me
and James last night.

Tonight was none of the rush of previous nights, Lionel closed the
door and made himself comfortable on the plush sitting chair in the
corner, leaving me in the middle of the room.  Smiling at me he asked
me to strip, as I started to unbutton my shirt he demanded that I do
it slower, he liked to watch.  Lionel reached over and turned on the
cd player, luckily I had a Santana cd in, the perfect compliment to a
strip tease.  I let myself go with the music, using the post of
wrought iron bed almost like a pole dancer.

Lionel was obviously appreciating my dance as he had unzipped his fly
and had his cock out, gently stroking it.  Lionel had the smallest
cock of the 3 men so far, about 6 �" by my estimate but still a cock
is a cock and it was hard and firm.  When I was down to my g-string
Lionel beckoned me over.  I stood semi naked in front of him as he
leaned forward on the chair still fully dressed.  He reached out, his
hands slowly pulling down my g-string down my legs until I stepped out
of them.  He then brought them up to his nose taking a deep breath
over my wet crotch.
"mmmm....nice and sweet...."
With that he pulled me close making my legs straddle the legs of the
chair, opening up my pussy to his caress.  Between my legs my pussy
throbbed for attention.  Juices flowed effortlessly down my thighs, my
breath becoming horse as I became aroused.  Lionel bent his head to my
pussy and began to lick at my juices. His tongue quickly found my clit
and it was not long before he had me writhing over his face and I
could feel my orgasm rising.  As an orgasm over took me my cry rang
out and Lionel grabbed at my hips bringing me down on his cock and I
continued to writhe as his cock plunged into me, my legs straddling
the chair.  Lionel also came quickly filling me with a hot torrent of
cum.   I collapsed naked against his body as he continued to caress
and suck at my tits, taking each nipple deep in his mouth sucking on
them as his hands squeezed and moulded my ass.

Once I gained my breath back I kneeled down in front of Lionel and
licked his cock clean of my sweet honey.  Lionel was not as quick on
the recharge as James was but after a concentrated effort on my part I
was finally able to make that cock rise again.  Lionel again took
control ordering me to bend over and grab the bed end, my ass high in
the air and my legs spread displaying my pussy and ass as he knelt to
kiss and lick it.  It seems Lionel was an ass man and he told me over
and over again what a fine ass I had.  He nipped and massaged it, one
hand dipping to insert a long finger into my cunt.    I felt his
finger, wiggling around like a spider, probing into the folds of my
vagina. My pussy was wet from his cum and my honey juices.  I cried
out as he inserted another finger and then another.  I had three
fingers fucking my cunt relentlessly and my knees became weak as the
pleasure over took me.  My tits were bouncing hard as they hung down
and I gripped the bed end firmly. My whole body bucked against those
fingers as Lionel positioned himself behind me, and soon those fingers
were replaced by a cock fucking me relentlessly.  Lionel's hands
reached under me, grabbing at my tits and using them as grips to pound
me harder.  I could feel Lionel's laboured breathing which echoed my
own.  I came on his cock but Lionel was not done yet and worked my
pussy as my orgasm gripped his cock hard.  Lionel bent over me and
horsey spoke within my ear.  "I want to fuck your ass....please let me
do your ass".

At this question I froze, this had not been the first time I had been
asked but my ass was a virgin, I had never condoned any ass play and
all my previous partners had respected this. "No, not my ass" I stated
and Lionel groaning in disappointment continued to fuck my pussy with
one hand squeezing my ass.  I could feel Lionel's cock thickening
within me and as his cock pulsed his seed into me I came again on his
cock.

As Lionel withdrew his cock from me I felt and heard an open handed
slap against my ass.  I knew he wanted to slap me more but he
restrained himself.  I fell against the bed finally sated. My body
covered in sweat.  Lionel lent against the end of the bed taking in
every aspect of my naked gleaming body.  "Thankyou Chris, that was
wonderful and I look forward to my next turn." And with that he
grabbed his clothing and left, a gentleman to the end.

The night was still young but I was tired after all the exercise I had
been put through the last couple of nights.  I washed myself down
soaping my tender pussy and thinking back over the last couple of
days.  The orgasm tonight was good, similar to all the others.  Nice,
satisfying but forgettable.  I walked back from the shower and I
curled up in foetal position in bed and was quickly asleep.

Chapter 5 - wake up call.

I remember it was dark and I was dreaming when I felt strong male arms
go around me, I was curled up on my side in bed and I was pulled into
a spooning position.  In a confused half awake moment I thought I was
back with my old boyfriend who loved to roll and spoon against me at
night.  I felt the nuzzling at my neck, and writhed back against his
body a smile on my face.  It was then I felt the well oiled cock
rubbing back and forth against my tender pussy and my hips started
working against that stiff shaft. Still only semi awake I was finding
it hard to think if this was real or a dream.  I could feel the
burning heat of his manhood. It felt so hot and thick as it rubbed
back and forth. I could feel the whole oiled head rubbing across the
lips of my sex.

His hips flexed suddenly, and the large knob of his penis suddenly
entered my vagina, splitting the lips, and entering about an inch or
so.  It was then I woke up suddenly "Oh god, no!" I squealed.
Invading it's way into my cunt was the biggest cock that I had ever
felt, spreading and splitting me to the point of pain and still it
kept slowly plundering me.  I drew a breath to scream and a hand
suddenly covered my mouth smothering the noise.  "Welcome to your wake
up call girlie."  My eyes widened in shock, it was Cookie's monster
cock which was painfully forcing its way into my abused pussy.  I
began kicking to the side, trying to dislodge him; but, since he was
already pressed between my pussy lips, there was not much I could do.
Cookie's meaty arm was around me holding me tight and imprisoning me
against him.  His large hand was over my mouth smothering my screams
for help.

"God, your pussy's so tight," he exclaimed "those limp dicked station
hands couldn't have loosened you up just a bit more."  That humongous
cock was still invading me, inch by slow inch, stretching me so much I
thought I would split in two.  Oh God, it felt like he was tearing me
apart, he was so thick. Finally that huge head hit my cervix, pressing
painfully against it.  Tears were in my eyes when I turned to look at
him his hand still firmly over my mouth.  I could see the effort on
his face as he worked to get that monster cock deeper within me.
Finally he could not work it in any more and he paused. I was panting
trying catch my breath and adjust to the cock which was so deep within
me that I was sure it was pressing against my ribcage.

"Oh girlie I am going to fuck you so good," he whispered into my ear.
"I could tell the moment I saw you that you were born to be a cock
slave, you just needed the right cock to tame you and I have that
cock." My eyes widened in fear, I tried to yell for him to stop but
all that could be heard was whimpering screams which were smothered by
his hands.  I was trapped up against his beer belly impaled on his
cock, fear and adrenaline coursing through my system.  Yet despite
this I felt my body respond to what was happening to me.  Virtually
imprisoned, painfully stretched on his colossal cock and unable to
escape from my predicament - the total loss of control of the
situation excited me and I could feel my juices running and my nipples
hardening.
With a flex of his hips I felt him start to slowly work that cock in
and out of my sore cunt, thumping my cervix with each fuck of his
enormous rod.  With each slow thrust I felt a moan wrench from my body
as my whole consciousness focused on that brutal cock fucking me.
Each trust brought me close to the edge of orgasm but it was if he was
timing his thrusts to keep me from cumming.  Cookie moved his hand
from my mouth as it was apparent I was no longer going to yell for
help, only in pleasure.
As Cookie pumped me he moved his hands to grab my breasts, harshly
tweaking the nipples and cupping the rounded orbs of flesh.  With each
tweak a gasp escaped my mouth, he then moved one hand down my belly,
his hips pounding against my ass, I felt his meaty hand cup my pussy
searching and finding my clit; my gasps increased to loud moans as he
rubbed the sensitive bud, the feeling was incredible. As he rubbed my
clit he fucked his cock faster inside my tightly stretched pussy,
until I felt myself explode into a cunt wrenching orgasm. "Oh yeah
girlie, I could feel that one" he grunted as I cried out with the
intense pleasure, painfully I could feel his cock thicken as my tender
cunt walls clenched against the swollen shaft inside.  I was groaning
loudly by now, my whole body trembling from the taxing orgasms I had
experienced.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" I wailed as every nerve in my body became sensitive
and alive.  With each orgasm coursing through my body I was sure I was
going to lose my mind.  One orgasm was immediately followed by another
as I was driven higher and higher.  Totally out of control, my body
bucked against his, I felt as if I was participating in my own
violation.  The feelings coursing through my body were all so new to
me, and I wanted more.   It seemed forever before I felt Cookie
stiffen against my back and hot volcanic cum pour through me.

I collapsed against the bed, totally rung out from the intenseness of
the orgasms which Cookie had subjected me to.  Cookie finally withdrew
his softening cock out of my body, and I crumpled like a puppet who's
strings have just been cut.   Cookie lent close to my ear, and said
that considering how well I fucked him he would let me out of
breakfast prep but I would have to be in the kitchen by 10 or he would
make me regret it.

Cookie drew back inspecting his work...I knew I was displayed lewdly on
the bed, my leg over the edge, my abused cunt on display leaking cum
down my legs but I didn't even have the strength to move a sheet over
me to cover my nakedness.  Cookie slapped my arse as he left me and I
couldn't even raise a sound to protest his action. "No...no...no" was
my last thought, before I slipped into unconsciousness.

Chapters 6-10 in a different post

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