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My Observation Deck

When I bought that house on the hill, the selling feature was the observation deck up on the roof. I had it enlarged so that it extended out past the footprint of the house itself. I had it fully reinforced as well to hold extra weight. I then had a sunroom added for my office. With the addition of lounge chairs, propane barbecue, and a bar I was ready to hold parties.

The view was beautiful up into the mountains and the view down into the valley was not too bad either…especially with the help of a telescope and a few very powerful video cameras. With at least a hundred swimming pools visible I just knew that sooner or later I would hit pay dirt. You see I am a voyeur.

It only took me a month to scope out five pools with teenage girls that liked to wear very little and occasionally nothing at all. Then of course there was the pool where several adult couples did some fooling around.

I decided to focus in on the teenagers. Within a week I had narrowed my search to basically one pool where six girls would congregate after school and work on their tans.

Then of course I had to do my homework too. I figured out which house it was and drove past it. I then had the street number and could check with the local Town Clerk to see who owned the property. From there I checked the local library for school yearbooks and found one of the girls. She was Victoria Bennett, a junior in high school, and a cheerleader. When I checked out the cheerleader’s pictures I found the other five girls, all juniors too.

Armed with their names I was able to better identify my targets. A trip to the local newspaper office gave me their birth dates and their parent’s names, including their mother’s maiden names. It never ceased to amaze me as to how easy it was to track down my prey.

Over the next couple of weeks I put together quite a portfolio of each girl in their bikinis and out of them too. A little stalking got me pictures of them dressed as they came out of Victoria’s house. A few days later I had each girl in several outfits.

It was time to strike but who was to be first. Experience said that I should go after the one with the most to loose. That was easy the Minister’s daughter Gennifer. She was sweet looking, shy, and I had seen how demure she was in church sitting with her mother.

That Sunday after church services they held a ‘social’ with cookies and punch. I found Gennifer on the outskirts of the crowd and approached her. I told her that I had something to show her in my bible. When I opened it up and started turning pages for her, she saw pictures of herself. She was naked laying on her back in Victoria’s backyard, she was kissing another girl, and she was licking the pussy of yet another one of her girlfriends. I had several more pictures to show her but she closed my bible and took my elbow, leading me into a much smaller room.

Gennifer asked, “What is it that you want?”

It was a straightforward question so I gave her a straightforward answer, “You.”

Gennifer questioned me, “What do you want me to do?”

I smiled and said, “Anything that I ask you to do.”

Gennifer said, “Okay. What would you like me to do first?”

I said, “Slip off your panties and hand them to me.”

Gennifer did as I asked but nothing more. Then she asked, “What would like me to do next?”

She was acting as if she were in control, as she questioned me and provided the correct response. That needed to change and soon.

I looked at her as she stood there all smug and aloof. She acted as if she were above me on the food chain and just toying with me before she ate me.

I said, “Go get your father canlı bahis so I can show him the pictures.”

That caused her to rethink her tactics. Her expression changed, her face tilted downwards, and then Gennifer said, “Please, not that. I’ll do whatever you ask of me and I won’t smart mouth you anymore.” She seemed to be telling me the truth.

I said, “Much better. I have a camera with me. I want you to strip and let me take a hundred pictures of you in this room while you are naked. I want you to pose everywhere and I want you to fuck yourself with everything in this room that will fit in your pussy. Start with that crucifix up there on the wall.”

Gennifer replied, “That won’t fit, I’ve tried it before.”

I smiled and said, “Make it fit or I will.”

That was all the incentive that she needed. Gennifer removed her dress, her shoes, and her bra. She climbed up on a chair, took down the crucifix, and sat back down on the chair opening her legs, slipping forward, and placing the wooden cross at her entrance. She took a breath and pushed. It didn’t go in. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers trying to get it closer to her opening. She was not able to get it in, but she certainly tried hard enough. I took lots of pictures of the Minister’s daughter trying to fuck herself with the most sacred religious symbol. She had failed to get it in her and feared that I would make it fit, she started crying.

I reached for the crucifix and she cringed. I took it away and told her to play with herself. I told her to orgasm several times to produce the lubricant necessary to get it in. I told her to smear her fluids around her inner and outer lips to moisten them. Then I stuck the base of the cross in her face.

Gennifer opened her mouth and started licking the cross and leaving as much saliva as possible on it. She was not a screamer as I found out through three of her orgasms. When she was ready she took the crucifix from me and placed it back at her entrance. I then took lots of pictures of her fucking that wooden cross into her pussy.

It was me that ended our photo session. She had been gone a long time and I was sure that she would be missed. I asked her when we could safely take nude pictures of her up in the church on the altar. She told me to return in the morning about nine o’clock. I left her in the room still naked as I left. I had well over a hundred pictures of Gennifer on my camera disc and I had her moist soiled panties in my suit coat pocket.

I had not touched her on purpose but I knew that I would the next morning. I would fuck her too.

At home I looked at each and every picture that I had taken of her. One picture in particular stood out more than all of the other pictures. Her eyes were closed, both hands were on the crucifix crossbar, and she was in the throws of a tremendous orgasm. She radiated beauty and sexuality. At that moment she was every man’s desire.

I made up my mind to start an Internet site. I didn’t even care if she was a minor in this country. I could easily pretend that I was in another country like Germany where nudity rules were different. I could easily call Gennifer by the name of Greta and have the money that is generated put into a Swiss bank account that I transfer to another one in the Cayman Islands. From there I can do whatever I want with it. Of course the best thing to do is nothing at all and just let it accumulate.

With Victoria, Gennifer, and the other four girls I could generate a lot of pictures and movies too. DVD sales could be tremendous especially if I kept the Internet site cost down to attract more interest.

The next morning I parked in a position so that I could watch kaçak iddaa the comings and goings at the church. I watched as Gennifer and her mother went inside about eight o’clock. Then about eight-thirty her mother came out and left in her car. Sometime later Gennifer came out and sat on the top step obviously waiting to me to arrive.

I let her sit there for a few minutes before I slipped out of my car and approached her from her blind side. She saw me coming when I got closer. She actually smiled. As I walked in front of her and started up the steps Gennifer opened her knees up for me. I saw a pair of pink panties with a red devil printed on her love mound. I smiled and she realized that I had seen them and she giggled.

Gennifer took me inside the church and locked the front door. She told me that we had two hours before her mother would return at eleven o’clock and that her father would be there at two to perform a simple wedding ceremony between a pregnant girl and the father of her baby. She told me that the girl was only fifteen years old and that the twenty-one-year-old boy needed to marry her or go to jail for fucking a minor. Then Gennifer surprised me by saying, “She was stupid to be fucking around without being on the pill.” She looked at me and said, “I’m on the pill.”

I said, “Okay. If we only have two hours then we need to get started. Go get that crucifix and get up on the altar, I need to make a movie.”

Gennifer ran off and returned quickly, she removed her dress and under things without being asked, and then she repeated what she had done the day before down in that room. Gennifer was fabulous. Either she knew what I wanted or she had given this some thoughts herself. She fucked herself with that crucifix, she looked up to heaven, and she kept thanking God for making her a girl so that she could give pleasure to mankind. She cried out with each orgasm, she rubbed her breasts, and she pinched her nipples. When she was done there was a wet spot on the white tablecloth that was under her ass. There was a distinct ass print on it too. She smiled as she folded it neatly and offered it to me. I took it and put it in my pocket. Gennifer then went into another room and came back with a fresh cloth.

She then posed nude standing next to pews, sitting in them, and lying on them too. She posed in front of the podium, up in the choir loft, and near the baptism fountain. Then without being asked Gennifer stood on a chair, thrust out her butt, and peed into the baptism water saying, “I do this all the time. Daddy has christened a lot of babies with my pee and several adults too. I think it’s kinky.”

With time running out she asked me where we were going next. I hadn’t given it much thought, then I said, “How about your house while your parents are here?”

Gennifer smiled and said, “I’ve got a better idea. Suppose we go over to Victoria’s house. You can take pictures and movies of all of us there.”

I was surprised and asked, “Won’t they panic if I go with you?”

Gennifer said, “No. I told them about you having pictures of us all fooling around in Victoria’s backyard and about me fucking myself with the crucifix yesterday. They want me to bring the crucifix with me and you of course.”

I didn’t know what to think, was it a trap, would I be arrested. I told her that I would meet her there and then I left with several cell phone numbers and all of the girl’s names.

I rushed home and checked out Victoria’s backyard through my surveillance cameras. There was nothing out of the ordinary. The girls congregated, they got naked, and they made out like bunnies.

I gave Gennifer a call and watched as she removed her tongue from one girl’s kaçak bahis pussy and walked over to her phone. I asked her if I would be safe if I went to her. She handed the phone to Victoria who told me that I would be perfectly safe there since her father was the Mayor. I had to chuckle. Since I had not seen anything unusual on the street that she lived on I decided to go.

When I got there I got edgy and uncomfortable and then I decided to do something different. I called Gennifer’s cell phone and told her and the other girls to put on their bikini bottoms, cover their tits with there hands, and go out the back gate to the street behind her. She said, “But Rhonda’s hands aren’t big enough to cover her breasts.” Then she laughed. I smiled to myself as I realized who Rhonda was. She had huge tits.

Moments later a string of six girls came out from between two houses and climbed into my van. I was glad that I hadn’t brought my car with me, as there wouldn’t have been enough room for all of them, as it was they were crowded.

As I drove I realized that none of them had a cell phone with a GPS tracker on them and that they were actually quite willing to be with me and do sexual things in front of. So against my better judgement I took them to my house.

I got out my video camera and had a hard time keeping up with them. They could hardly care if I was there or not.

When I could not stand it any longer I stuck my cock in Gennifer’s pussy and photographed her getting fucked. She knew exactly what to do, what to say, and how to move under me. Cumming in the Minister’s daughter’s pussy was great. I really needed that. Then the Mayor’s daughter sucked my cock hard so that I could tit fuck Rhonda. One by one my cock went in mouths and pussies until it had been in them all. It was the Mayor’s daughter that first asked me to stick it in her ass. I had never had anal sex before but it had always excited me.

After my cock had been in every hole in all six girls they sat in a semi circle and told me who they were, who their parents were, and about their sex lives. Surprisingly they all have sex with their fathers. Gennifer told me that her father had fucked her on the altar many times and that her mother eats her out afterwards. She even told me that I could videotape it from the choir loft if I wanted too. The Mayor’s daughter told me that her father liked to fuck her out in their backyard after dark doggy style while out on their diving board. It’s a fetish of his and he had fucked her two older sisters out there too. They were both away to college at the time. She said that the pool lights should provide enough lighting especially if I was at the knothole on the fence near the back gate. Great idea!

Rhonda told me that her father and her three younger brothers took turns fucking her in her own bed every night before her mother came in and she had to eat her out. That had been going on since she was thirteen.

The father of the little blonde with tiny tits lets the family dog fuck her right after he does. Then the dog fucks her mother too. However, that only happens on Thursday nights after his School Board Meetings. He was the High School Principal.

The last girl told me that her father was the Chief of Police and that he fucked her whenever he wanted too. She said that he liked to handcuff her, give her cavity searches, and fuck her with his nightstick. She had been fucked in the back of every police car that the city owned and in every cell in the jail.

That last video clip was my ‘Get out of jail free’ card.

With all of the incest taking place by all of the righteous community leaders there was no way that I would ever get into trouble for taking pictures of their daughters.

For the first time in my life I felt at home in a city of debauchery, degradation, and depravity. Life couldn’t get any better than that.

The End
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11:30 pm later that night in a dorm the author was too lazy to name.

Lacey hugged her knees on her bed while starting off into the dark room. She still wore the soiled clothes from that day’s lesson. She wasn’t crying. She had done that enough while she had cleaned up the room. Her eyes red, she stared off into the void, preoccupied with her thoughts.

Why did Headmistress say that? She didn’t mean what she said. She couldn’t have. We shared something. No, we share something. I know it and she knows it. She loves me. I know she does. Lacey absentmindedly shifted and felt the feeling in her lower abdomen. Residual soreness from her first time. And she was still full of Headmistress’ spunk. Her love.

Why? Lacey had repeated this thought the entire night in her head. She couldn’t understand why. The worst part is that she feared she would never understand why. Then something clicked in her head.

I don’t need to know why. I need to focus on the future, on how. How am I going to get her to admit her love for me?

Lacey reflected on how their lessons had progressed. At first she had been happy just following orders from Headmistress. Heeding her every command. But quickly she learned that an even greater feeling than following orders was being proactive. It always felt good hearing Headmistress gasp and moan from her own actions.

As time went on Headmistress gave fewer and fewer orders. Lacey was quick on the uptake and quickly learned what headmistress liked. She had to, it was the best way for her to prove her devotion.

But her devotion was not in question. The question was how to make Headmistress give in to her real feelings.

That’s it! She doesn’t need to make Headmistress express her love for her. She simply has to bait her into doing it herself. There was often a point in their sessions where Headmistress took control. Sometimes it was because she was nearing her peak and other times it was long before her peak because Lacey was working too slow for her liking. Purposefully.

Even more than being proactive in their sessions, Lacey loved it when Headmistress herself was proactive. When she wanted it, she knew how to tease Headmistress just enough to cause her to take control. When she grabbed her head and simply used her mouth as well as gave her hand jobs for the secondary course and whispered both the dirtiest and sweetest things into her ear, Lacey was in heaven. The memories brought another dull pang of sadness heep in her chest. I refuse to believe all of that was a lie.

She pushed her feelings back down. Now was not the time for tears. It was the time for action. She had to entice Headmistress. Seduce her even more than she already had. The only problem was, she didn’t know how to do that.

Lacey had not really thought about being in a relationship or attracting someone. Of course she had fantasies late into the might of meeting Mr. or Ms. right. (which usually ended in her covered in a layer of her own semen as she dreamed of the love they would make) But she never actively searched for someone. She never changed her appearance to attract someone. Since she was young, everyone had called her cute. She was numb to it, but any attention was good attention for her so she kept up the cute look. But when Headmistress whispered it into her ear while stroking her, or moaned it out while pumping into her throat, it felt different. It felt special.

She then remembered the times when Headmistress really lost control. When she used Lacey’s throat with little care but her own pleasure, or when she got really into the reach around, biting down on Lacey’s neck and letting her comments out in low growls instead of the usual loving whispers while her hand unrelentingly emptied Lacey’s balls. In those times she had not used the words “cute” or “adorable.” She used “hot” and “sexy.” Her language took a turn from light praise to hot dirty talk. Usually, Headmistress had some sense in the back of her mind to be careful with Lacey, to care for her, and as it seems, a sense of “right and wrong”. There’s nothing wrong about what we have. It’s part of why Lacey loves her.

But in those moments she was as rough as she wanted to be and they both loved it. Every time it happened Headmistress would come to her senses after orgasm and apologize profusely for losing control, coddling and holding Lacey close as if she were scared she had killed the girl. And every time Lacey would enthusiastically tell her it was perfectly fine while massaging her sore throat and enjoying the closeness.

That’s what Lacey needed to be. She needed to be sexy more often in order to draw out the inner Headmistress. Now. How does one be sexy? The dark room lit up as Lacey unlocked her phone to google her question, the internet would surely know better than her, and she looked down at herself. She realized she was sticky with sweat, and her blouse still stuck to her stomach from her own seed. canlı bahis Ok. first a shower, then studying on how to get sexy.

A week later, Amirah’s office.

Amirah sat behind her desk barely focusing on her work. She had a cacophony of emotions running through her brain, the foremost being anger, and close second being deep seeded lust. Her boner uncomfortably rested against the underside of her disk as it tented her skirt.

Lacey had gone on the offensive, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. This past week had been the most trying period in her entire life.

Lacey was trying to tempt her. And it was working. She had started out grand and bold. At the beginning of their fist session after the … incident, Amirah had wanted to set up some ground rules with a serious talk. Instead, as soon as the door closed Lacey had thrown herself into Amirah’s arms. Before she had any time to think, Lacey laced her limbs languidly around her lover’s neck and pulled her lips close. Their lips had been centimeters away before Amirah realized what she was doing and quickly pushed them apart. She then sat Lacey down and had a serious talk, one which she was sure Lacey ignored since she pouted the entire time and immediately after tried it again.

After the third attempt Amirah got fed up with her. She was more energetic than usual. More feisty and disobedient. And so Amirah did the only thing she could think of to make the over eager girl complacent. She bent her over her desk and took her hard and fast. Several times.

As they laid in a sweaty pile of limbs, Amirah panicked again. She had once again came deep inside of Lacey, multiple times. Her panic was interrupted when Lacey, through her cum drunk haze, groaned about how everything was fine and she was starting birth control, and even produced packaging to prove it.

And so went the following sessions. There was little pretense, and few words spoken between the two. They would enter the room and simply fuck each other senseless. At some point or another Lacey would try to steal a kiss and Amirah would stop her and punish her by fucking her even harder. By now she had had Lacey in almost every position possible in all corners of the room. Besides the avoided kisses, she was proud of the fact that she maintained the “Ms. Campbell” barrier. Lord knows she had almost screwed up and reverted back to “Lacey” many times in the past week.

But what occurred during their lessons wasn’t the problem here. The problem was what was beginning to happen outside of their lessons.

Lacey was breaking the unspoken rule between them. All of their lo-… affection was to be contained to their lessons, to that room.

There were both subtle and obvious ways. The obvious were starting to get attention from the student body and faculty. Lacey upped the amount of time she spent with Amirah outside of their lessons. If both of them were in between classes, one could bet money that Lacey was talking to Amirah. Even when Amirah adamantly ignored her, Lacey hung around like a neglected puppy.

Amirah noticed that students seemed to be even more scared of her than usual and didn’t understand until she caught Lacey glaring at another girl who got too close. Lacey was non-verbally staking her claim. She claimed she was scaring off other girls and sometimes even staff to “prevent them from bothering” Amirah. They had several conversations about it and yet Lacey refused to stop.

By this point it was obvious to students and faculty that there was at least a one sided crush between them. Other faculty have asked Amirah why she allowed it and she told them that it was better to ignore it and let the crush die out. Any acknowledgement was sure to only prolong her actions. Amirah chuckled to herself dryly. Yeah. Like talking to her about it could do any more damage than fucking her daily wouldn’t.

The subtle ways were ways that Lacey knew would only get to her. They were even worse than the obvious ones. First and foremost were the looks that Lacey would give her. Whenever they interacted before, Lacey would act shy and adorable. Sometimes unsure of how to conduct herself around Amirah. Those days were gone. Now when they interacted Lacey was confident and sure. Whenever their eyes met, no longer did she quickly avert them. She held Amirah’s gaze in a silent challenge. And that challenge said, “Fuck me.”

The look had that much more power behind it now that she had started wearing make up. Not enough to cake her face, but just enough to highlight her already perfect features. Her eyes seemed bluer, her face fuller. She had even started stylizing her hair. Instead of her usual style, straight down her back, some days it was wavy, other days put up. She had overheard students contemplating that she was doing it to attract her attention. They were right on the money.

The next one was her uniform. She kaçak iddaa had started wearing her skirt shorter. Not enough for most people to notice, but Amirah had the school’s uniform memorized down to the millimeter. Almost every girl at the university besides Lacey had been reprimanded for their uniform being improper in some minor, almost imperceptible way. She knew that only Amirah would pick up on it. And they both knew she liked it.

Her behavior in class was problematic as well. She sat up front, giving her free range to send her lustful looks to Amirah all class without fear of others finding out. Sometimes she would even throw in lewd motions, such as opening her mouth slightly and rolling her tongue around, a clear invitation for Amirah’s cock. Sometimes when she got really brave, she would meet her Amirah’s eyes and slowly start lifting the front of her skirt, showing off more and more of her porcelain skin and distracting the professor more than once during her lessons.

Today Lacey even crossed the physical barrier outside of the room. She had pinched Amirah’s ass during one of their hallway walks. Amirah stumbled, the act overloading her senses as she could not believe anyone would dare, especially Lacey, now that the entire school already suspected. And of course after the stumble Lacey had pressed herself up against Amirah in a fake attempt to keep her steady. While her face and words feigned concern, the hand on Amirah’s side traced slow circles.

After that Amirah retreated to her office for the day, no longer able to keep her boner down. As she lamented of the past few days and about the future, she got the final straw.

Her phone vibrated on her desk. When the name “Cumslut” appeared she quickly picked it up. The students were not allowed to use their devices unless specified in class or in designated areas, and Amirah knew Lacey’s schedule. She was in class right now.

The flare of anger that rose in her quickly faded as she absorbed the video sent to her by her top student.

The text above it said “Don’t worry. I already went over this topic on my own so I don’t need to pay attention. At least to the lesson…”

It started out as a shot of a classroom. One of the faculty was teaching something or other about math. Immediately Amirah realized that Lacey was in the back of the class. Something unheard off in her four years at the school. The camera panned to show the entire class diligently taking notes before panning down to her desk and already filled out the notebook.

Amirah thought Lacey had sent the video to brag, which was highly unlike her. Maybe she wants some sort of praise in today’s lesson? She was right about her wanting praise, but wrong about when she wanted it.

The video was three minutes long and only fifteen seconds had passed. The phone started going under the desk. Amirah’s eyes could not believe the sight before them. Lacey had her skirt hiked up to just below her waist, and her hard cock was exposed to the air under her desk. It was clear to Amirah she wasn’t wearing any form of underwear. Thirty seconds of video had passed. Amirah watched in equal horror and arousal as Lacey’s other hand entered the frame, lubed up with something and proceeded to touch herself. Slowly. The wet sliding of flesh and her soft moans may have been inaudible to those around her, but the phone picked up every sound.

Her hand started speeding up but at the two minute mark the camera emerged from under the desk to point at its user’s face. There was an obvious blush to Lacey’s face as the hand under the desk kept up its work. Looked into the camera with eyes of pure lust as she held back her moans. Then, towards the end of the video her hand abruptly stopped and she tensed up, sucking in a breath. She didn’t. After a second Lacey released the breath with a shuddering sigh. The camera moved back under the table and Amirah expected to see a mess. Instead her dick was still rock hard and there was not a trace of semen. Well other than the stream of precum leaking from her tip. Amirah realized what she had done. Lacey got herself right to the edge. Her usually cute cock was red and flaring, demanding release. It looked as if a small breeze would set it off.

Then the camera went back to Lacey’s face and she held the camera close enough to hear her whisper. Her breath shrouded in lust as she said, “If you want to see me paint my desk to the thought of you, all you have to do is say the magic words.” Then the video ended.

Amirah’s brain had shut down while viewing the video. It kickstarted when the screen went black and she was ashamed at her very first thought. The thought of giving Lacey what she wanted. Good girl. Then her professor mode kicked in. What is she doing!? What if she gets caught? They would check the phone and see my number with this and every other video she’d sent me. Then her panic grew as she thought of the other and, kaçak bahis in her mind, the worse consequence. I would be forced to expel her. Then I would lose my job. Her family almost definitely demands some sort of punishment. We would be separated. Kept apart. I would never see her again. Why would she risk that, after all we’ve been through? Why would she risk what we ha- She caught herself and took a minute to take deep breaths and calm down. Then she checked her clock. There was still an hour left of that lecture. At any moment someone could turn around and see her in the act. She’s fucking crazy. Amirah picked up her office phone and made a call.

Ten minutes later Lacey entered her office, shyly holding her bag in front of herself and closed the door behind her. As soon as she entered, Amirah saw the goody two shoes facade drop. She dropped her bag by the door and smiled seductively at her while lifting up her skirt to show her still on edge dick to Amirah.

“So I guess you wanted to see it in person.” Her confident tone and grin set Amirah off.

She stood from her chair and slammed her palms on her desk. Lacey was unfazed. “Lacey what in the fuck do you think you were doing? You could have gotten caught!”

Lacey started taking steps towards Amirah and put on an innocent and condescending tone. “Oh. Are we back on a first name basis? And I don’t think that’s proper language Headmistress. What if anyone else heard you speak like that? I don’t think that would set a good example for them. Or me, for that matter. Especially with that tent in your skirt.” Her smile pissed Amirah off to no end. Lacey had reached the desk and started walking around it. She grasped her penis and gave it a small pump, closing her eyes as she hissed in pleasure.

“You got what you wanted, Headmistress. I’m here. So. Do you want me to finish on your command?” Lacey noticed Amirah’s eyes were glued to her cock. “Or maybe did you want to finish me off yourself?” She gave her hips a little sway, causing it to swing back and forth.

Amirah had reached her boiling point. She grabbed Lacey and spun her around. She barely registered Lacey’s excited squeal as Amirah restrained her arm behind her back and bent her over the desk.

45 minutes later, same office.

Amirah lucked out. The walls of her office were pretty thick, and she had cleared her usually busy schedule because of her boner problem. That meant both that one, they had almost all the time in the world to let out their frustrations on each other. And two, they wouldn’t be interrupted. Or so she thought.

Over half an hour and three creampies later and their roles were reversed. Amirah usually paced herself during their lessons. But this was no lesson, and she wasn’t usually blind with a lustful rage. She gassed earlier than she ever had before and Lacey was not having it.

Currently she was in her office chair while Lacey straddled and rode her. Amirah recognized that instead of straight up and down, Lacey never took more than half of her length out of her, instead opting to move her hips back and forth or gyrate them in small circles. I wonder where she learned this?

Amirah realized that this position left her little hope to escape her once docile lov-partner. She had spent the majority of her rage in the first three rounds, mercilessly ramming herself into Lacey as she herself covered the underside of her desk in seed. Now that she was tired, the other feelings started to emerge. Feelings she had meant to suppress. And they only grew with the fact that they were now face to face with one another. She tried to take Lacey from behind as much as possible, partially to escape the kiss attempts. Mostly worried that she might make one of her own.

That fear was justified as now that she could feel Lacey’s breath on her face, the blue orbs closer than they had been in a week, she definitely felt the urge. To resist this urge she turned her head to the side, looking anywhere in the room except in front of her, trying to focus solely on the feeling of the warm hole encompassing her cock.

But as it turns out Lacey was still full of surprises as she cupped Amirah’s chin and turned her head towards her. While a look of shock adorned Amirah’s face, she recognized one of annoyance in Lacey’s. Amirah didn’t particularly like seeing Lacey unhappy, but the only way she could think to make her happy was to kiss it better. And that was exactly what she was trying not to do. So she turned her head again.

She heard Lacey make a noise akin to “Hmpf.” So fucking adorable. Then she was shocked once again when something warm and wet slid across her neck, leaving a wet trail and sending a shiver down her spine. Did she just- it happened again, this time on her cheek. She turned her head back to look at the girl, who’s annoyance turned into obvious pride at having gotten Amirah to turn her way.

And then she licked her again. And again. And again. Each time a different place on her face or neck, all the while keeping her hips moving. Amirah watched as the initial excitement from the act quickly gave way to boredom on the girl’s face. She then watched as Lacey had an idea, and her sly smile returned.

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It’s been a week since Halloween and I still can’t stop thinking about what happened that night. What that man had done to me. Had I enjoyed it? The very thought made me nauseous, but there was no denying how aroused I had been, how I came twice from the rough anal sex.

I couldn’t sleep or eat. I skipped the whole week of class as well. I said I was sick, which considering my current state was not far from the truth.

Still, I had to keep up with my studies. Ellen was kind enough to offer to catch me up on the material over the weekend. We met at the English language library with a Johan and Ethan from our course.

After a couple hours of study, Johan’s stomach let out a grumble.

“Hungry?” Asked Ethan. “I know a good sandwich shop not too far from here.”

We left our books in the table and headed off to the shop.

“So what did you come down with? You were out all week.” Johan asked.

“I think Sam here caught something from his wild night in Halloween but that’s just me.” said Ellen with a giggle.

I flushed red, and gave her a pleading look. She promised not to say anything.

“Really? We didn’t see you there that night.” Commented Ethan.

“Yeah, Sam here was busy getting lucky. I only ran into him coming home after the night ended.” said Ellen. “I won’t say anymore details or Sam here might die from embarrassment.”

Johan gave me a pat on the back. “Way to go man!”

I gave a nervous laugh. I wonder what he would think of me if he knew the truth.

We got to the sandwich shop. It was a small building on one of the backstreets, with only room for a couple of customers to stand and order. We stepped inside and examined the paper menus they stocked by the door. The chicken pesto panini looked good, but so did the egg salad. I still didn’t feel hungry, but I forced myself to eat at least one meal a day.

Ethan rang the bell on the counter. Out came a burly man in an apron, who looked familiar for some reason. I couldn’t really see inside the cramped store beyond the backs of Ethan and Johan, who were both taller than me. Once they ordered and stepped out of the store, I came face to face with the store clerk.

It was Mohamed.

I froze in place, unable to speak a single word. From his devious smile, I knew that he recognized me too.

“What would you like to have?” He asked.

I stood still, words unable to leave my mouth.

“Sam, he asked for your order.” Ellen called out, trying to bring me to my senses.

“Uh yeah, sorry. Egg salad on the sourdough.”

“Coming…” Mohamed replied with a wink.

I stepped outside as soon as I could. Cold sweat rolled off my back as I felt my heart pound.

Inside the store, Ellen made her order.

“Sorry for my friend there. He caught something bad going out on Halloween, I think he’s still recovering.”

Mohamed chuckled. “I think your friend is a real cutie. Would you be able to give me his number by any chance?”

“Hm. I’m not sure he’d be into getting a text from a guy. But maybe just for fun.” Mohamed passed her his phone and Ellen put in the number.

“Here’s your food. Tell your friend he shouldn’t worry about catching anything from me.” Said Mohamed with a laugh as he passed Ellen the bag of sandwiches.

We walked back to the library. Ellen pulled me back as the guys walked on ahead.

“That guy asked for your number.” She whispered into my ear. “I thought he was cute so I gave it to him.”

“What? How could you do that?” I asked, sounding more panicked than angry.

“Don’t worry I said I did it as a joke. I thought it might be a good opportunity for you to explore your sexuality some more. You can always ignore him if you don’t want to do anything.”

“Ellen. I’m not…”

“And no one is saying you are.” She cut me off. “But college is the time to experiment right? Maybe it’s just a phase, or maybe you never knew because you never tried. Well, you’ve tried at least once already. Anyways, do whatever you like. Just didn’t want the opportunity to pass you by is all.”

We ate our sandwiches on the lawn and gossiped a bit about the others in our course. Kartal Öğrenci Escort The guys teased Ellen about Blake, a British guy that’s been hitting on her a lot lately.

“We’ll see. He’s hot, I won’t deny it. If he keeps it up maybe I’ll give him a chance.”

Ding ding, I heard my phone ring. I tried to ignore it for now, afraid that it might’ve been Mohamed. With the sly smile on Ellen’s face, she must’ve thought the same. She subtly gestured to the library, suggesting I go and check alone.

I tried to ignore her but she wouldn’t stop encouraging it every time she caught my eye.

“Excuse me, I’ve got to use the restroom. I’ll see you guys inside.” I said.

I went into a toilet stall and opened my phone.

07589 960209: Hey Slut. Nice to see you again. Missed how your ass-pussy felt on my cock. Why don’t you come by tonight at 7? I’ve got a nice surprise for you.

Mohamed also sent a bunch of photos. A couple of my face and chest, covered in his cum; shots of my gaping ass and my small penis dripping precum; the puddle I made on his floor from the times I came during the rape.

07589 960209: Would be a bit embarrassing if I showed these photos to your friends, wouldn’t it? Maybe they’ll want to turn you into their slut too.

Fuck. He was blackmailing me. And he’s met some of the guys in my course already. I didn’t have a choice. I had a flashback to that night, how he abused my throat and brutally fucked my ass. I felt some precum start to drip out. God, how could I be aroused? Maybe I did like it. I came didn’t I?

I asked for the address and returned to the library. I sat back down with my coursemates and hit the books silently. I managed to catch on last week’s material and read a bit into next week. We headed out at 5.

“Got any plans tonight, Sam?” Asked Ellen as we headed out.

“Uh no…” I fibbed, though not very convincingly. “I’m a bit tired, just going to stay in.”

I got home to another text.

MOHAMED: You coming bitch?

SAM: Yes. Will head out soon.

MOHAMED: Good. And you are to address me as Daddy from now on. Change it in your phone, I’ll be checking. Or I’m going to give your friends a nice little photo album of their class slut.

SAM: Yes Daddy.

DADDY: Get ready for a wild night slut, you’re going to have a good time I promise.

I arrived in Mohamed’s house dressed in a hoodie and jeans. I don’t know why but I wore the same shoes as the night he raped me. I could still see some white residue from his cum left on the fabric.

I knocked.

“Come on in, it’s not locked.” Called out Mohamed.

I opened the door and stepped inside. He was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. He stood up and came over to me.

“Phone check, unlock it and hand it over.”

I obeyed and handed over my phone. Mohamed looked through the contacts with a satisfied grin.

“Good slut. Now go change in the bathroom, I laid out a new outfit for you.”

“Ok.”

THWACK. He gave me a hard slap across the face. “Ok what?”

“Ok Daddy.” I quickly made my way to his bathroom.

“Good girl.” He said, my phone still in his hand.

In the bathroom was a set of a set of black stockings with garter, a black thong, a pink see through shirt, and a pair of black high heels. I undressed myself and put on my whore uniform. I saw myself in the mirror. I looked like a cheap prostitute, wearing my ten buck lingerie.

I came out of the bathroom to find Mohamed standing naked. He gave me a come here gesture with his finger, and I wobbled my way over, still not used to the high heels.

“For fuck sake, if you can’t walk then crawl bitch!” Mohamed shouted. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved me toward the floor. He dragged me and I tried my best to keep up on all fours, gritting my teeth to cope with the pain from his hair pulling.

“Stay here.” I obeyed as I watched him pull a chest from out under his couch. He opened it and pulled out a dog collar and chain.

He attached the collar to my neck and grabbed a riding crop. He held in front of my face and gently tapped it against my cheek.

“Be Kartal Çıtır Escort a good girl and I won’t have to use this.”

He sat back down onto the couch and returned to watching TV. With a yank of the chain, he pulled me to his crotch.

“Suck on it, nice and slow.”

I put his dick into my mouth and started to slowly suck on it. I felt it getting hard, swelling inside my mouth. I stick out my tongue so I can take it in better.

“Go deeper. I want the tip of your tongue to lick my balls.”

“Mhm.” I tried to comply, but his cock was too big and I gagged.

THWACK. He spanked my ass with the riding crop. It stung like hell.

“Watch the teeth.”

I continued to suck him. Trying to go deeper and deeper with each bob of my head. Every so often I’d hit my teeth against his cock, and he punished me with a swift whip on the ass.

“Still haven’t reached my balls yet bitch.”

I try once more but gag again.

“Fuck you’re useless.” He shouted as he pushed my head deep down onto his cock. Having lost his patience, Mohamed furiously whipped my ass with the crop. Smack. Smack. Smack. The pain was so much I started to sweat.

He threw crop aside and let go. I pull up fast for air. Coughing out slimy gag spit as I try to catch my breath. Mohamed stood up and dragged me away with the collar. I crawled behind him to he bathroom.

Once we were inside, he pulled me up by the hair and immediately began to rape me in the throat. The violent thrusting sets off my gag reflex and I vomit out my nose. He pulls out his cock and bends me over the toilet bowl to let me vomit out the contents of my stomach. Once I finished he yanked me back by the hair and starts raping my mouth again.

He did this over and over until I was just dry heaving into the toilet. Like the last time, I felt the rush of adrenaline. I could feel my cock straining against the black thong, dampening it with precum.

“Finally empty? Good.” He said as he once more inserted his cock into my mouth. He stuck himself deep in my throat with every thrust, shoving my nose into his pubes and my tongue into his balls. He kept going even as I gagged. His thrusts grew faster and faster until I finally felt his dick pulsating inside my throat, shooting cum right down my throat. He withdrew his cock a little and filled my mouth with cum. I gagged from the bitter and salty taste, and coughed out some of it onto the floor.

SLAP. Mohamed struck me across the face.

“When Daddy tells you to swallow, you swallow.”

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry.” I replied, afraid he might strike me again.

“Sorry’s not good enough. Be a good bitch and clean up your mess.” He grabbed my collar and shoved my face into the puddle of spit and cum between his feet. “Be a good girl. Lick it clean.”

I obediently lapped up the mixture of cum, gag spit, and nose vomit from his bathroom floor. Once I nearly finished, he pressed my face down onto the floor and wiped it around like a rag.

He pulled me up by the hair and stood me on my knees. He grabbed the head of his bidet shower and sprayed my face with the cold water. After a thorough “washing”, Mohamed threw a face towel at me.

“Wipe up and present yourself on the bed.” He walked out of the room. I did what I was told and dried myself. I crawled back into the bedroom and climbed atop his bed. I got on all fours and arced my back, pointing my ass out in the air.

Mohamed returned with a blindfold and put it on me. The loss of my vision filled me with dread. What was he going to do with me? Tonight was already so much rougher than my first rape. There was still a dull pain on my ass, a reminder of what might come if I didn’t obey or meet expectations.

I had a couple of camera clicks, as Mohamed took more pictures on his phone. I felt so stupid. I was only here because of the blackmail, but I was just providing him with more material, falling deeper and deeper into his control.

“So your full name’s Sam Lee, is it?” God, he still had my phone and was looking through it for more personal details.

“Yes Daddy.” I replied.

“Hometown in Atlanta? Came Kartal Elit Escort to England to study Medieval Literature? Good for you.”

“Yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” I grew nervous, where was he going with this?

“Good girl for answering my questions. Daddy will give you a nice reward for your obedience.”

He took off my thong. I felt a squirt of cool liquid on my hole, which he began to push inside with his fingers. Unlike the last time, he liquid made his fingers slide in much easier. He slowly fingered me and stuck in another as my ass loosened.

His fingers massaged my prostate and I could feel myself dribbling precum. It felt good and I let out a soft moan.

“You’re getting nice and wet.” He said as he scooped up some of my precum. “Here have a taste.”

He stuck his fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them as he instructed. It was salty but sweeter than the cum I was made to swallow in the bathroom.

“You ready for Daddy’s cock?”

“Mhm.” I answered while still sucking on his fingers.

Mohamed stuck his rigid member into my ass, slowly filling me to the brim. He thrusted in and out slowly, coating the insides of my rectum with more lube. It still hurt, but there was more pleasure than pain this time. He picked up the pace and I moaned louder and louder to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“You like Daddy’s reward?”

“Mmm…yes Daddy…mmm…thank you…Daddy.” I answered between my yelps of pleasure.

Suddenly he rapidly increased the pace and began to brutally pound me. It began to hurt much more but the pleasure also became more intense. Within less than a minute of his fast pumping, I began to spurt out cum from my tiny cock. Mohamed kept on going, pulverizing my sensitive hole. My balls felt drained as he fucked the last droplets of cum out of me. I collapse onto the bed from the overwhelming sensation as he continued to use my ass.

I grabbed the sheets tightly as he kept fucking me. I tried not to think about how I came again, how I thanked this man for the courtesy of raping me with lube.

“Don’t worry slut, you’ll get to have Daddy’s cum soon.”

Mohamed let out a deep groan as he came. His cock pulsated deep within me and poured hot cum down my hole. The warmth of his seed filled me with shame. I had become this man’s cum rag. I wanted to cry, struggling to cope with the humiliation.

My assailant took his cock out and laid down on the bed to rest. My anus continued to gape and cum dripped out, running down my legs. He took off my blindfold and flipped me over to face him. He saw the trail of tears down my cheeks and wiped them gently with his thumb.

“Don’t get upset now, we’re just getting started.” He turned around and picked up a video camera, which I just noticed atop the dresser by the bed. He pulled me close to him, laying my head on his chest as he played the video.

I saw myself, blindfolded and presenting my ass into the air, like a desperate whore begging for cock. Mohamed asked me questions – about who I was, where I was from, what I studied. I answered “yes daddy” like an obedient slut. He caught everything that just transpired on film. I looked like I enjoyed it, begging and thanking the man for raping me, moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Great performance, you’d make a fantastic pornstar.” He laughed. “I think I might post this online, I think it would be quite popular.”

I sat speechless, and could only look at him in fear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cut out the beginning. But you’ll have to listen to whatever I say. I pulled out your parents details from your phone. If you don’t make Daddy happy, your real daddy’s going to be watching you begging for my cock. And I’ll be sure to send him the whole version so he knows that it’s you.”

“Please don’t.” I pleaded with him.

SLAP. He struck me across the face. “Please don’t what?”

“Please don’t, Daddy.”

He grinned. “That’s better. You’re Daddy’s little whore now, so you have to talk like Daddy’s little whore. Work on your girly voice, I’m going to call you. I better be hearing a dirty little slut answering.”

Not knowing what to do, I replied. “Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He said as he started stroking my drained little dicklet. “You can go now. Unless you want to go another round with Daddy.”

I got up and went to get changed, but not before my tiny cock flinched from his touch.

I went home, dreading what would come next.

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