by Jefferson James
Things were kind of uneventful for about the next month or two. I was fucking Angie every other day or so. She was starting to grow more accustomed to her new role in life. I would say “nipple” and she would bare her breast. I’d attach her leash and she’d follow to wherever I had chosen to fuck her that day. She was always reluctant, but she always acquiesced.
Then one day, as she was going out, I noticed something about the way she was dressed. …something that got me excited. I was going to leash her the moment she came in. My father was conveniently out of town again. It was campaign season, and he was shaking hands and patting backs halfway across the state.
I was looking forward to tormenting my little fuck pet. I had something special in store for her, and it was making me hornier than hell. I had planned on waiting for her to get home, but the more I thought about what I was going to do to her, the hornier I got.
I hadn’t fucked her in almost a week. Her schedule had been pretty full, and the opportunity just hadn’t been there. I don’t think she was avoiding me on purpose, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t accuse her of it and use it as an excuse to visit her at her country club.
When she saw me approaching, all the color drained out of her face. She was having lunch with a couple of her girlfriends. I saw her excuse herself, then she headed off toward the powder room. I went to the bar and waited. When she returned, I intercepted her.
“We need to talk,” I said, giving her a stern look.
“Not here,” she whispered. “Let’s go home.”
She returned to her table and said goodbye to her friends. As she headed for the main door, I intercepted her again.
“This way,” I said, taking her firmly by the arm.
She complained, but she followed. I lead her through a side door and down the hall toward the banquet rooms. None of them were in use at the moment and that part of the club was fairly deserted. When I tried to lead her into a men’s room, she balked.
“I can’t go in there,” she protested.
“Yes you can,” I said, sticking my head inside to make sure the room was empty. “There’s no one in there.”
“Let’s just go home,” she said, pulling her arm free.
I grinned at her and said, “Nipple.”
“What?!?!”, she gasped, looking up and down the hall.
“If you want to fuck at home, you’re going to have to let me leash you and walk you through the dining room,” I told her, enjoying the shocked look on her face. “What’s it going to be? Do you want to go home or do you want to go in here and have sex inside of one of the stalls?”
Angie glanced up and down the hallway and then hurried into the men’s room. She ran into the first stall and waited for me. When I entered, she was sitting on the toilet seat with her hands folded in her lap, looking all prim and proper. She looked up at me and nervously licked her full, luscious lips.
Usually she didn’t like sucking my dick. I guess she was thinking that if she sucked and swallowed, she could get it over with sooner. She was trying to avoid being fucked, and I knew it. I took my dick out, and without a word, she started sucking me, doing her very best to please me.
For a couple of minutes, I let think her plan had worked. When I told her to stand up so I could fuck her, she started going at me with even more determination. Her hand slid up and down my dick and she tickled my balls. She was intent on getting me off in her mouth. I literally had to struggle with her to get her to stop sucking.
I made her stand up and lean against the rear wall, straddling the toilet. Reaching under her dress, I slipped my hand into her crotch. She was only slightly damp. Licking my fingers, I played with her pussy in an attempt to make her wet enough for insertion. As I wiggled a finger up her cunt, I could feel her shivering with fear. She was obviously afraid we would be caught.
“You knew this would happen if you avoided me,” I said, raising her skirt.
“I wasn’t avoiding you,” she whispered. “I swear.”
“I don’t believe you,” I lied. “If I did, you wouldn’t be getting fucked in a toilet stall like a common whore.”
As I rubbed my dick back and forth between her cunt lips, I heard her sniffle. It was a wonderful sound; one I hadn’t heard in more than a month. She was humiliated to the point of tears. I hadn’t lost my touch.
I started bucking my hips upward, slowly filling her. She was still fairly dry and it took almost a minute before I was all the way in. I stroked in and out of her slow, knowing every second was like an eternity to her. Just like the first time I fucked her, I wanted her torture to last as long as possible. She stifled her tears, but I knew she felt more like a slut than she had since that day I buttfucked her in my bedroom.
I had been going at her for a couple of minutes when someone came in the room. I couldn’t believe my luck. We were inside a stall with the door closed, but this man’s presence afforded me the opportunity of tormenting Angie further.
Slipping my dick out of her cunt, I started burrowing into her asshole. Her hand shot to her mouth and she started biting herself in an attempt to prevent so much as a whimper from escaping her lips. As I plowed deeper and deeper into her gripping rectum, I could feel her quaking like a leaf. Her face turned bright red and the tears began to flow again.
I started punching into her butt as hard as I could. I was practically lifting her off of her feet. The man was using the urinal right outside our stall. I wondered it he could hear my belly smaking against my stepmother’s butt. As he moved to the sinks to wash his hands, I started moving my hips from side to side, stretching Angie’s tight little asshole. I wanted desperately to make her squeal. She whimpered, but that was all.
I don’t know if he heard her or if he just smelled the sex in the air. Maybe he had looked under the door a saw her hi-heeled feet wide apart and facing the wall, with mine together and between them. One way or another, he knew she was there and that someone was fucking her. As he left the room, he said, “Take the lady to a motel next time, you cheap son of a bitch.”
“…stepson of a bitch,” I quietly groaned into Angie’s ear as I shot off in her butt. “…stepson of a whore.”
I put my dick back in my pants and left the stall. The man was gone. Peeking out the restroom door, I made sure he was no longer in the hall.
“The coast is clear,” I told Angie as she straighten her dress. “We can go home and talk now.”
She glared at me and bolted out the door. I followed her into the hall and watched as she hurried toward the nearest door that led outside. Through a window a saw her literally run across the parking lot to her car. I guess it wouldn’t do for a congressman’s wife to let a valet, or anyone else, see her with cum running down her leg.
When I got home, Angie had already showered and was eating dinner with Marta. She liked to dine with the servants. I guess it made her feel like we weren’t better than them. As I neared the table, Marta gathered up her dishes and scurried off to the kitchen. A few seconds later her head popped out and she said, “Senora, I will be in the garden for the next hour or so. I am gathering herbs for tomorrow’s dinner.”
It seemed odd to me at the time, but my attention was more focused on my stepmother than the hired help. I waited a minute or so, giving time for Marta to leave the house. Taking the fork from Angie’s hand I placed it on her plate and pushed her dinner to the other end of the table. She didn’t even look at me. She obviously hated me for what I had done to her earlier, but she didn’t dare let that hate show.
“Nipple,” I said, taking out her leash.
Wordlessly, Angie unbuttoned her sweater and pulled up her bra. I attached her leash and we traded places. I sat and she stood beside me.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” I asked, positioning her between me and the table?
She gave me a confused look and shook her head.
“Do you think I don’t know what panty lines look like? I asked, grasping her hips and pushing her back against the edge of the table. “You were wearing panties when you went out this morning. You took them off in the ladies’ room just before we went to the men’s room.”
Angie cringed and her hands moved in front of her pussy. She was obviously remembering her pussy beating.
“I had to,” she whined. “Yesterday was the last day of my period. I had to wear a panty liner just in case. I know that’s no excuse, but…”
“…but you thought you could get away with it? Now your hoping you won’t have to pay the price for getting caught?” I asked with mock sympathy.
She nodded. I moved her hands to her sides. The feel of her cold, clammy, trembling hands was wonderful. She was scared, and I was loving it.
“Don’t worry. You aren’t getting your pussy spanked again,” I grinned.
She had that delicious look of dread. She knew better than to be relieved. I was toying with her, and she knew it. Her eyes were cast down to the floor as she awaited sentencing. I let her stew for a few seconds and then told her, “I’m going to fist fuck you.”
“Oh God, no,” she gasped. “You’ll ruin me. Please! I’d rather take the spanking.”
“Lie down and spread your legs,” I said, making my right hand into a fist and stroking it with my left. “Women give birth all the time and it doesn’t ruin them.”
She looked like a cornered animal. She was terrified and wanted to run, but wasn’t sure she could get away. Tears started streaming down her cheeks, adding more spice to a tasty moment.
“Please,” she begged. “You can give me twenty lashes; twice as many as before. Please!”
“You’re getting fisted,” I told her. “Lie down and take it like a woman.”
I started thinking that maybe I had pushed her too far. She looked like she was actually considering running. Her eyes darted from side and she nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I knew I had to make here submit right then, or everything would be lost.
“If I have to tie you down. you’re getting an ass fisting too,” I growled. “Getting double fisted probably will ruin you. Now lie down and spread ’em!”
I shoved her onto her back. To my relief, she just laid there covering her face and bawling. She didn’t make a break for it. I forced her legs apart and pushed her skirt out of the way. Working a finger into her cunt, I started rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“That’s it, Buttercup,” I taunted her. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. The wetter you get, the less it’ll hurt.”
A few seconds later, I added a second finger. When I started working the third one in, she scooted up the table slightly and placed her feet on the edge of the table. I was fingering her good and hard, and her body was jerking back and forth. Holding onto her pert little tits to keep them from jiggling, she started crying harder; not just with fear, but with pain.
“Ready for another one?” I asked.
She shook her head, but I ignored her and added my pinkie to the three fingers already ramming in and out of her tight little cunt. I punched into for a couple of minutes, twisting and turning my hand, trying to get her cunt to dilate. Her cries came out in one long, choppy wail. It sounded like she was trying to yodel while riding a bicycle down a bumpy road. I just had to laugh.
“We’re going for the gusto, Buttercup,” I told her, tucking my thumb into my palm.
I grabbed hold of her pussy bush and pulled as I pushed all five on my fingers up her cunt. Rotating my arm, I screwed my hand into her. The squeal she let out was so high pitched the neighbor’s dog was probably cocking his head and scratching his ears. The mouth of her cunt grudgingly stretched, and the last of my knuckles disappeared from sight. My whole hand was in her.
Slowly, I curled my fingers up, one at a time. Angie was totally out of it. My father could have come in and she wouldn’t have known it. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was quivering like Jello. I tightened my hand into a fist and began moving it in and out of her. Her pussy was gripping my wrist as tight as it could. It was forced open each time I pulled outward, but would snap shut again on the inward stroke.
As my fist slid back and forth inside of Angie’s cunt, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was Marta. She was peeping throught the crack of the swinging door between the dining room and the kitchen. I continued fisting my stepmother, getting a kick out of the fact that one of the servants was watching her writhe in agony.
The longer I went at Angie, the more she relaxed. Eventually, her squealing and crying evolved into a continuous whimpering moan. My fist surged back and forth within her with a loud squishing sound. The twisted, pain wracked look on her face was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.
I can scarcely describe how it felt to have my whole hand up my stepmother’s cunt. The physical sensations caused by having her warm, wet, velvety cunt choking on my fist were incredible, but they were nothing compared to the mental stimulation. It was like a was popping her cherry. I was doing something sexual to her that she had never experienced before. I knew it was something she had never wanted to experience, and that made it all the more exciting.
I checked my peripheral vision again. Marta was still watching. I wondered how long she had been watching. It was then I realized just how conveniently she had made herself scarce at just the right times lately. I wondered how long she had known about me and my stepmother.
I punched into Angie for another minute or so, giving Marta a good show. I even moved slightly to one side so that she had a better view of my hand slamming back and forth deep inside of Angie’s cunt. Abusing my stepmother in front of her hired help gave me such a kick, I was on the verge of shooting off in my pants. Easing my hand out of Angie, I pulled her off the table and to her knees.
“Now you can finish that blowjob you started in the men’s room at the country club,” I told her, taking my hardon out of my pants.
Angie was so weak, she could barely stay upright. Shoving my dick into her mouth, I gripped her head and started yanking her face in and out. Angie tightened her lips and sucked gently. As much pain as she was in, she was still scared of me enough to try her best to obey.
Moving her head faster and faster, I shoved my dick as far down Angie’s throat as it would go. She was gagging on it, but she didn’t resist. Dragging her off the table had diminished the urge to cum and I was able to go at her like that for a couple of minutes before shooting off.
“That’s it, whore, take it all,” I groaned pulling her face into my groin. “Swallow my hot load.”
Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as my cum ran down her throat. I actually think they were tears of relief. She was just glad to see her ordeal coming to an end. I checked the door again. Marta was still there.
I released Angie and helped her to her feet. After she had staggered across the dining room and dragged herself upstairs, I went into the kitchen. Marta was now on the opposite side of the room, pretending to be just coming in from the garden. As I moved toward her, she headed for the sink and tried her best to ignore me.
She wasn’t a bad looking woman. She was a little older than Angie, just not nearly as well preserved, but she looked okay. Her life in San Salvador had been a rough one, and it showed. Although she had a pretty face, there were deep worry lines around her dark brown eyes. Her long black hair was piled high on her head. It hung in long loops on either side of her face, complimenting her eyes and light brown skin perfectly.
“I know you were watching,” I said, stepping in front of her and blocking her way.
“I do not know what you mean, sir,” she said, trying to move around me. ” I was gathering herbs in the garden.”
I sidled into her path and took the basket she was carrying. Lifting the cloth napkin, I showed her I knew it was empty.
“I have already put them away, sir,” she lied.
I set the basket on the counter and said, “I saw you. I saw you peeking through the crack of the door. You were there the whole time. You saw everything.”
She got this terrified look in her eyes and started to move away from me. Gripping her shoulders, I backed her up against the refrigerator. She started to say something. My hand was still wet with Angie’s vaginal oils and I used it to cover Marta’s mouth.
Her eyes opened wide and she looked down at my moist hand. The look of revulsion on her face was unmistakable.
“Ssssshhh…” I said, uncovering her mouth. “If she finds out you were watching, she will have you deported.”
I gently stroked her cheek, making it wet with my stepmother’s cunt juice.
“But, I have a green card,” she said, trembling as much from fear as humiliation.
“I doesn’t matter,” I said, trying to sound serious. “She has many powerful friends. If she thinks you know something that could hurt her, you will be on a plane flying back to San Salvador before you know what is happening to you.”
“But I would never do anything to hurt her,” she said, shaking her head. “She knows that.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I lied. “She will do it. You know too much. If I tell her you were watching, she will do it, but I don’t have to tell her.”
I hooked my finger in the front of Marta’s uniform and pulled slightly, peering inside at her large breasts. She was wearing a bra, but I still saw ample cleavage.
“Please do not do this,” she said, crossing herself. “Please, I beg of you.”
I pushed downward on her shoulders and asked, “Isn’t it customary to get on your knees when you are begging?”
She crossed herself again and then slowly knealt down in front of me. Tears started streaming down her cheeks.
“Please do not tell her, sir,” she pleaded. “Have pity on an old woman.”
I could tell she didn’t want to think about why I had insisted she get on her knees. She was obviously trying her best to keep any thoughts like that out of her mind. It didn’t matter. The thoughts were in my mind. She could see it in my eyes.
“You’re not that old,” I laughed, pressing a wet finger to her lips.
She crossed herself again as it slid into her mouth. I took my flacid dick out of my pants and her tears really started flowing. She look at it like it was the most horrible thing she had ever seen. When I pulled my finger out of her mouth, she started begging again, saying, “Please, sir. Do not make me do these things. I am a married woman and a mother.”
I had already cum twice in the last couple of hours and I wouldn’t be able to get hard again right away, but I was enjoying humiliating her. I pulled her head forward and made her take my soft dick into her mouth. She must not have been unaccustomed to sucking cock. She was nowhere near as good as Angie.
“If I promise not to shoot in your mouth, will you take your clothes off and let me look at you?” I asked, stroking her hair.
She hurriedly nodded her head. Pulling my dick out of her mouth, I helped her to her feet. She was ashamed, but relieved. She looked pitiful, but not pitiful enough. I reached out and felt her up through her apron. The anguish in her eyes deepened. Now her expression was much more to my liking.
She hesitated for a second, catching her breath, then untied her apron and let it fall to the floor. I turned her around and unzipped her startched white uniform and unfastened her bra. Pushing them both from her shoulders, I watched as she shimmied out of her dress.
When all but her panties were in a pile around her feet, I turned her back around. Her light brown face was now tinged in red. I moved her arms away from her breasts to her sides. Her tits looked even larger out of her bra, but they sagged quite a bit. Her nipples were some of the largest and darkest I had ever seen. I looked deep into her eyes, relishing the degradation I saw there.
“Please, don’t,” she whispered as I lowered her panties.
“It’s okay,” I whispered back. “I’m not going to do to you what I did to her. I’m only going to put one finger in. I’m doing it so I will know if you agree to do what I want from now on. …if you want me to keep quiet about what you know concerning my stepmother’s little secret.
She had the thickest, fullest, blackest bush I have ever seen. Her cunt was slightly damp and only a little less tight than Angie’s. She crossed herself as my finger wormed it’s way up into her. I was once again experiencing one of my favorite sensations. I had my finger in a woman’s cunt and could feel her shivering with humiliation.
“You have a daughter my age, don’t you?” I asked as I withdrew my finger.
She nodded her head.
“She is seventeen,” she said, unable to look at me.
“You will bring her to work with you tomorrow and introduce her to me,” I said, pressing my finger to Marta’s lips. “If we become friends, real good friends, the kind of friends that fuck, I will not tell my stepmother you were watching and she won’t have you deported.”
I pushed my finger into her mouth and she sucked. She had signed the contract.
The End of Chapter Four
(c) Copyright July1999 by Jefferson James. All rights reserved. No portion of this story may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author, except for a single copy, by and for the person reading this notice, for private reading.