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Molly tried to stand still as Craig and
Daniel began touching her; their hands shoving between her legs and
fondling her breasts. She felt like an object for them to play with
and she felt dirty when Craig shoved her down on the bed. She
looked up at the men as they got undressed and got nervous when she
saw how turned on and wild they looked. It was different than it
had been before, more exciting but wrong because this was her
stepson. They shouldn't be doing this. Craig went to the dresser
and took out a pair of handcuffs which he used to restrain her to
the headboard. He snapped them on too tight and the metal bit into
her skin so hard that it was going to leave marks. She wiggled
around trying to loosen them but couldn't. Daniel was grinning with
pride at his son; he loved seeing his boy become a man and finally
take charge. He stood at the foot of the bed as Craig yanked on
Molly's hair, making her cry out. As soon as her mouth was open, he
shoved a gag into it, and she bit down on it as he tied it around
her head. She felt panicky at not being able to breathe properly,
and he laughed at her reaction, making her feel even more
helpless.

Craig moved between her legs and held them
apart as he pushed her knees up to her chest and stared at the
wetness on her pussy lips. He kept looking down as he began pushing
his dick into her, watching as he disappeared inside her. He held
her knee as he began thrusting in and out of her, enjoying the
feeling of finally getting to fuck his stepmom. Her pussy was warm,
wet and tight and he now knew why his dad couldn't get enough of
her. He moved faster, his body slapping against hers as he got more
into it. Craig could hear Molly moaning through the gag as he
fucked her and he knew part of her loved this even though her eyes
were closed in shame. He decides to add to her shame by calling her
a slut as he grunted on top of her, his body weight forcing her
knees into her chest. Molly's body rocked with his thrusts, and the
handcuffs constantly clinked as she was betrayed by her body. Her
clit throbbed and sent little tingles through her body as his dick
rubbed past her walls in hard, steady strokes. She was getting
close to cumming when Craig fell on top of her, his cock ramming in
deep as he came. Her hips bucked up as she tried to fuck herself on
him, she needed to cum too, but it just wasn't enough. She groaned
through the gag as he pulled out of her, leaving a string of cum on
her thigh. Daniel was hard and even though he was jerking off while
watching them his hand wasn't enough to satisfy him anymore. He
pushed his son out of the way so he could take the gag out of her
mouth and saw her gasp for breath. He knelt beside her and twisted
his fingers in her hair, yanking strands of it out and making her
wince. Her mouth felt dry, and he smacked her across the face as he
told her to get herself together. Her shoulders were aching, but
she opened her lips when Daniel held her head down and forced her
to swallow his dick.

He was rough with her, and she gagged as it
hit the back of her throat. She couldn't breathe, and his sweaty,
musky smell filled her nose. His dick felt hot and heavy against
her tongue, and she could feel him twitching and throbbing as a
thin streak of pre-cum covered her. He began to thrust in and out
of her mouth while shoving her head down on him, making her sucks
him off at his pace. It was hard for her to keep up and her throat
felt bruised as she tried to stay calm. His dick throbbed against
her tongue, and her lips pressed around his shaft as she gave him
what he wanted. Her mouth felt stretched out and sore as he moaned
and kept going, not caring about how she felt or that his fingers
were digging into her. His hips jerked forward, his thrusting
getting more frantic as he got closer to cumming and she tried to
keep up with him. The handcuffs restricted her movements, and her
arms ached as she tried to get in a better position. Molly tried to
breathe through her nose as his balls inched upward. She pressed
her lips tighter around him, squeezing his shaft and making him
groan. Molly felt his dick swell and cum shot down her throat,
making her chokes. She tried to swallow all of it, but some
dribbled on her chin, making her feel even dirtier.

Afterward, Daniel began to get dressed while
Craig undid the handcuffs, finally giving her some relief. She
slowly stretched her arms and legs, trying to get the feeling back
in them as the men left her lying there full of their cum.

Gia couldn't believe the nerve of Sam, but
her fury was also mixed with nervousness. She stood in front of
him, her hands balling into fists as she swallowed hard and tried
to think of a way to get out of this. It had been a bad idea to
skip class, especially so close to the mid-term exams but she
couldn't take it anymore. The school was boring, and she wanted to
have fun. How was she supposed to know that her neighbor's son Sam
would find out about it? He stood there grinning at her and had his
arms crossed over his chest. He looked so smug, and she just wanted
to punch him in the face. Gia couldn't though because he'd
threatened to tell her parents. They'd be so mad at her, and God
only knows how long she'd be grounded for. She tried to control
herself as she said "Look, you don't have to tell my parents. What
if I did something for you? Like a favor or something?" Sam knew
what he wanted but pretended to think about it just to make her
more desperate. "I could give you some money. You could use it to
fix your car." Gia said, hoping he'd take it, and her heart sank as
he shook his head. From the way he was looking at her, she knew she
was in trouble.

"I know what I want, and you better give it
to me or else," he said, and her chest felt tight as she asked what
he wanted. Sam stared into her eyes as he replied "I want you to be
my fuck slave for one night. You have to let me do whatever I want
to you."

Gia was shocked, but the idea also made her a
bit excited. "Like what?" she asked as all sorts of things ran
through her head but he wouldn't tell her. He wanted her to think
of all the nastiest things she could while the anticipation built
up to the point where arousal and fear were filling her.

Gia went over to his place, and he took her
to the bedroom where he told her to undress. He stood there
watching her, and she felt exposed, especially since he was still
fully dressed. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but he
pulled them away from her so he could see her body. He ran his
hands over her breasts and stomach, making her nipples hardens as
she shivered. "Not bad." he murmured and told her to turn around.
Gia did as she was told and when she looked over her shoulder at
him, Sam smacked her. "Don't do anything unless I tell you to," he
told her and pushed her face down on the bed. She could hear him
moving around the bedroom and wanted to see what he was doing but
kept her face pressed against the bed. She didn't want to upset him
again. A drawer opened and closed then she felt him get on the bed.
Her back tensed from fear, and she let out a cry as he grabbed her
arms, pulling them behind her back. Roughness scraped across her
wrists, and it took Gia a second to figure out that it was a rope,
and he was tying her up with it. Sam tied the last knot and pulled
on it to make sure they wouldn't slip loose. He then moved away,
and Gia tried to see if she could free herself or if she truly was
his to control. The rope bit into her wrists, making them burn
every time she moved them, and she gave up. She could hear him
undressing and jumped when he took his belt off and made a snapping
sound with it. She got ready to be hit with it but the blow never
came, and when she heard it drop to the ground she realized that he
had just been trying to frighten her. He was having fun tormenting
her, and when he finally got back on the bed, she flinched. His big
hands pulled her hips up, and she felt embarrassed as her ass went
in the air. He grabbed her ankles, pushing her feet into her ass
and told her to stay like that. Gia tried to do what he wanted as
he wrapped the rope around her calf, tying it to her thigh. He then
did the same with her other leg, and she couldn't move them.

It scared her not to be able to move her arms
and legs, and she tried to wiggle away from him, but he grabbed her
wrists, holding her in place. He kept his hand on her tied wrists,
pushing down on them as he rubbed his hard dick between her ass
cheeks. She could feel it throbbing, and he felt huge, he was much
bigger than her boyfriend. His cock went lower, and the tip of it
rubbed over her outer pussy lips. She rocked back, wanting him
inside her and he chuckled before saying "Fucking slut." He leaned
over her and pushed his dick forward, forcing it into her so hard
that she yelped in pain. Gia bit down on her lip as he began moving
in and out of her; she was starting to get wet, but she still
needed more time before she would be ready for a dick like his. She
felt like she was being split in two as he rammed into her and
pushed down on her arms, using her as his personal fuck toy. Gia
kept crying out; the pain was bad even though it was also starting
to feel good. Her pussy felt swollen and sore, and her body shook
from how hard he was pounding her. The rope burned her wrists and
legs and the awkward position she was in made in difficult to
breathe. Sam thrust forward, and his dick rubbed over her clit,
sending a wave of pleasure through her and she groaned as he did it
again. Her pussy gushed at the jabs he was giving her, and she
leaned forward, trying to get more of him in her. He grunted behind
her as she tightened around him and came, letting out a loud cry.
She couldn't move as it spread through her and when she started to
relax she felt his dick swell as he began to cum. She felt wetness
spread in her and hated herself for liking it; she didn't know what
was wrong with her.

Sam pulled out of her roughly, making her cry
out one last time. Gia tried to catch her breath as cum and pussy
juices leaked out of her. She couldn't feel her arms and she was
dying to move her legs, but she knew Sam wasn't done with her yet,
he was going to get as much as he could from her.

I was on my way to his office in New York.
The plane ride had made me sleepy and being cooped up in an area
that restricted usually makes me horny. There’s nothing else to
speculate about! So here I was cruising in a very tight sexy,
office outfit, very wet and ready to be taken to bed. I could feel
my being controlling and assertive, but personally, I love to be
dominated. Thinking about when a man pushes his cock down my mouth
shouting rudeness at me really, got me hot.

Max and I had known each other for years. He
lived for a short time in mine and my girls’ apartment when I was
in between guy friends. I used to let him caress and fondle my tits
or rub my body when I was aroused or just lonely. I had only been
18 at the time. He never tried anything else, for that reason, we
are still buddies. I pretend to love to down your throat stuff; it
makes me tingle. I can be a very, very nasty girl.

I recall cuddling up to his body at night
acting innocent. He tried his best to pretend the short little
outfits didn't arouse him I wore to bed, and I pretended I didn’t
wear them to taunt him. Anyway, we were just buddies, and he had
invited me to accept what he called an “executive status” in his
office.

Max had become a powerfully rich person,
pioneering some new software for the internet. His office was in a
gloomy looking structure. I got in the elevator, and I could sense
eyes on me. Had they never seen a good-looking dirty blonde girl of
22 in their place before? My body trembled under the cold and shame
I felt when I saw how my hard nipples were swelling in my blue
blouse. Shit, I felt like such a horny bitch.

Max office was crowded. However, he told me
just to come in when I got there. I opened his office door,
interrupting what looked like a critical meeting. I could feel a
blush come over my face as several pairs of eyes moved to my face
first, then my top. Shit.

“That’s all gentlemen.” Guys in expensive
suites picked up their briefcases and portfolios walking past me.
Several of the younger men looked me up and down. One of the older
guys stopped by the door apparently intending to be the last one
out. He was handsome in that kind of way and smiled at me gazing
lustily in my eyes as he closed the door. Eerie.

“How are you, Kitty?” It’s my nickname. I
laughed along with him.

“Damn. Does everybody just obey you like
that?” I teased.

“Kitty, you always did.” I didn’t like that;
it was a peculiar confidence I hadn’t actually seen him assert. Not
sure what he intended I sat down uneasily in a leather chair.

“So about this job,” I began.

“Donna, how is your boyfriend.” The Strange
subject change I thought.

“Well, he’s okay. Doesn’t want me to move out
to New York, but hell for 90k a year he can fuck himself.” The
vulgarity left him motionless, and he didn’t laugh.

“You always did love money.” And control I
added in my head. He stood stepping over to the window exposing a
very well-tailored silk suit. “It’s more of an executive assistant
job; that is till you’ve proven yourself.”

“Well, I don’t mind that,” I said in
excitedly, “I can start from the bottom.” He smiled. “What will I
be doing, though, you’ve been very secretive.”

“Well, I need somebody to handle that crowd
out there.”

“Oh, no problem,” I inserted again
excitedly.