A Picture’s Worth a Thousand. . . at Least

[sharpchick]

OOC: This is a closed thread for SlvrTongueDevil and Sharpchick.

Our story starts when Selena has to go out of town on business. Although she has been married several times, Selena opted not to have children, concentrating on her career instead. She has climbed the corporate ladder to relative success, and is proud that she made it in a formerly male dominated business, even though it meant giving up some of the pleasures she enjoyed when she was younger.

Selena is packing for her trip, and is somewhat irritated because the housesitting agency she uses has just called to say her usual sitter is not available and a new person will be over shortly to meet her and be briefed on what she needs while she’s gone.

IC: Tugging her garment bag out of the walk-in closet, Selena cursed under her breath as she realized she hadn’t been to the cleaners to pick up her favorite suit. The plane would leave tomorrow morning early, and she just wouldn’t have time to go and get it if she was going to finish packing at a decent hour. She still had to put the final touches on the shareholders’ report and e-mail it ahead to the hotel for reproduction and binding. She’d just have to wear the navy, although she really did not like its severe lines, feeling they made her look older than she really was. That meant she’d need different shoes, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the pair she wanted.

Her eyes scanning the neat row of shoes on the closet floor, she located one pump, but not the other. She looked along the row, into the corner, and saw it behind a file storage box. What was that and what was it doing in here? Brow wrinkled, she pulled the box out of the corner and sat down on the floor to take a look.

As she lifted the top off the box, Selena was taken back to days long gone, days when she spent more time laughing and less time stressing over deadlines. She looked through the first few items and felt the pictures underneath. Now she recalled why she had put the box in her closet instead of the attic – the photographs. She had been afraid mice might get to them, and they weren’t exactly the kind of photos one framed and set on the fireplace mantel for all to admire. Still, she probably should do something with them. She hauled the box out of the closet.

She still had to get her other shoe and get on with packing. Nudging the box under the dressing table, she started back into the closet, and heard the doorbell downstairs. Damn, it was probably the housesitter and it would take a good half to three quarters of an hour to familiarize him or her with the house and the alarm system.

She straightened her blouse and flipped her long dark hair over her shoulders as she headed for the stairs. . .

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

John

Thank God for those damn internet mapping programs. There's no way I'd be hanging out in this part of town to know how to find this address. Sometimes I wonder, what do these people do to make so much money they can put it into mansions like this. Well, maybe they don't consdier them a mansion, but I sure do. This one was a helluva a lot bigger than my studio apartment.

But that's why I take these gigs from the housesitting agency. I can live vicariously as a rich person by sponging off .... er, housesitting for ... these folks. Most of them are pretty stuck up, but their liquor is usually the best, and a lot of times they'll have a nice private little stash that they don't mind (or don't know) might be a little light when they get back.

I pulled my jalopy up and rang the doorbell. Man, I hope this isn't some asshole I'm sitting for ....

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could see the top of his head through the window in the door. I opened the door, expecting to see someone from the agency.

Surely, this wasn't the housesitter. . . and that car - that car could not be parked in my driveway for the next four days. No, this just had to be someone's lawn man, lost and needing directions. Where was that damn housesitter?

Doing my best to keep my cool, I said, "Yes, may I help you?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Just as I figured, she sure looked like a stuck up bitch. She had this look about her, somewhere between "ice maiden" and "sexless". The one redeeming factor in this job would be that she would be gone - and I'd be able to pillage her home!! But she did look like one of the ones who inventoried everything, so I guess I'll have to be careful.

"Yea, I'm John. I'm from the agency. I thought they told you I was coming over to get the keys from ya." Jeez, she answered the door like she was expecting someone else. I started to step in, but she looked a little startled and was pretty slow to move. "Ya want me to come in or what?"

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

Ya want me to come in or what?

I was torn between slamming the door in his face, and sitting down in the foyer, screaming with frustration. Making a mental note to myself to change agencies as soon as I returned, I opened the door and stepped back to allow John to come in.

"I'd say be my guest, but you are not. And there's a little more to this than just getting the key, John. You'll be responsible for overseeing the activities going on here for the next four days, and you will be compensated handsomely for your effort. I'll show you the aviary first. . . you aren't afraid of large birds, are you?"

I turned to take him through the kitchen to the glass enclosed aviary so he could see it before the lights went out for the evening. He seemed to hesitate, so I called to him over my shoulder, in language I thought he might understand.

"Get the lead out, already. This is a large house and you'll have to get settled in your rooms tonight. My plane leaves tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. and I still have things to do."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Get the lead out, already. This is a large house and you'll have to get settled in your rooms tonight. My plane leaves tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. and I still have things to do.

The first thought that went through my head was "Fuckin' birds ?!?!; what the hell am I gonna have to put up with?" But actually I had a quick thought before that, "Fuckin' Bitch with a capital 'B'." Shit, she was a pain and I hadn't met her but one minute ago.

I guess I didn't "jump to" quick enough for her, she has to get all huffy and whatnot. I guess I was thinking too long, HA. She was showing how bitchy she could be. I stood there for a moment longer, might as well show her she doesn't control everyone in the world, even if she thinks she does. "Sure, sweetcheeks. Right behind ya." I started after her, despite her startled look. "Show me your birds." I grinned.

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

Sure, sweetcheeks. Right behind ya. Show me your birds.

Of all the nerve. . . If I hadn't been up against the time constraints, I'd have thrown him out. It was a shame, really. In the past, I'd been drawn to the sarcastic tough guys, especially the ones who looked like him. But this was business, and he didn't seem to be taking it seriously. I knew the agency had screened him, but John certainly didn't seem to be the type of person they usually hired. I guess help was getting harder and harder to find.

Since he appeared to enjoy the element of surprise, I decided not to warn him about Cyrus, the hyacinth macaw who would greet us at the door to the aviary, looking for the dates I kept in a stainless steel storage container just inside. We'd see how tough-guy John handled a bird with a wing span as wide as he was tall swooping down on him.

"Follow me, then." I opened the door to the aviary, stepped in and motioned John to come. As soon as the door clicked, Cyrus began his approach.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Follow me, then. said the spider to the fly ... was what it sounded like to me. She (what's her name again, the agency said Selena, but she didn't bother introducing herself to me) did have a nice ass to follow. I'd tamed enough bitches like this in my time. Too bad she wouldn't be around long enough; might be a fun challenge. I grinned wider and let her try to figure out why.

She opened the door and stepped into what I guess was the aviary. Looked (and smelled) like a damned bird cage to me. Then this fucking tornado of feathers comes at me with a hellacious sound ....

I jumped back just as I saw the bitch break into a shit-eating grin.

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

It was all I could do not to laugh out loud, but I didn't bother to turn my head to hide my grin. I noticed John didn't duck though, as Cyrus lit on my outstretched arm. I gave him his date, and introduced him to John, whom he seemed to like.

"Cyrus, this is John. Can you say, 'John'?" Cyrus responded by saying my name. "Selena."

The look on John's face was priceless. I could tell he was thinking he'd have to amuse the birds. I straightened him out on that score, while I had Cyrus step up on a free standing perch.

"Marcus comes by every couple of days to tend to the birds. All you have to do is unlock the aviary when he gets here, and lock it when he leaves. Of course, if you'd like to spend some time in here, feel free. We try to keep it feeling like the tropics with the climate control though, so you might want to shed those jeans in favor of a pair of shorts. Let me take you through the rest of the house, and then you can get settled in your rooms."

I gave him the mini-tour of the house, ending in the kitchen. "The wine cellar is down those stairs, and if you would like something harder than that, there's a bar in my study. I'm expecting a courier tomorrow afternoon with some packages. You can just put those on the credenza in the study, if you would." Gesturing to the wall mounted panel on the kitchen wall, I handed him the instructions for arming and disarming the alarm system. "I'm sure you've seen systems similar to this, so I don't expect you'll have any problems with it. My contact numbers are on the bottom, in the event anything comes up and you need to get in touch with me. Do you have any questions?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Actually the bird was kinda cool, after I was "introduced" to him. And the aviary was nice; always like a nice warm, moist environment. Anyway, the rest of the place was just as impressive. And Selena was nothing if not anal in having everything laid out, organized, and whatnot. And she was even cool about my dipping into her liquor, that was a helluva lot better than having to pick the lock on a liquor cabinet and fill vodka bottles back to where they were with water. Not that I'd ever done that before (yea, right).

"No, no questions - looks like you got everything covered. So when you gonna leave?" Not that I was trying to get rid of her, but I wasn't going to get started on a buzz with 'Brunhilda' around, that's for sure.

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

So when you gonna leave?

In spite of myself, I grinned at him. John was ready to party. That was okay, I really just needed the house occupied while I was gone - I learned that lesson several years ago after being frantically summoned to the phone during an overseas trip to be told that the house had been vandalized. Nothing of substance had been taken, but my sanctuary had been violated and I was determined not to have that happen ever again.

"The car will be here for me at 6 in the morning." Seeing his puzzled look, I explained. "I'll be taking the company jet, so there is no waiting in line to get through airport security. I have to finish packing and then, I'll be in the den, taking care of some paperwork. If you haven't eaten, I'm sure you can find something, and start making yourself at home. All the keys you'll need are on the nightstand in your bedroom, and they are all labelled. I probably will be gone tomorrow before you get up, so I'll say good-bye now."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I probably will be gone tomorrow before you get up, so I'll say good-bye now.

"Yea, good-bye", I mumbled. I'd gotten reamed before by the agency for supposedly 'invading the privacy' of a client. Translated that meant that someone suspected I'd gone through their shit but couldn't prove it. Of course I'd been through their shit, that's half the reason I took the job. You wouldn't believe what these rich freaks leave laying around. I'd found some awesome porn collections - DVD's that I swear you don't get in any store. And some of the finest dope, not to mention the brand name liquor.

I seriously doubted this up-tight bitch had anything remotely interesting, but I sure wasn't going to be finding out tonight. And I sure wasn't going to be sampling her private liquor stash with her still in the house. Oh well, that still gave me 3 nights that I would have fun. I silently ticked off who I might invite over, if I wanted some company.

Anyway, with it looking like a low-key night, I dumped my stuff in "my" room and went foraging in the fridge for something worth eating. There wasn't a shortage, so I had my pick. And just for good measure I had a couple of her imported brews. Not bad; not that I'd ever have the money to buy this, but they tasted pretty good.

I went up to my room, switched on the TV and settled in for a quiet night. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

John

I'll say this for this bitch, she made sure the fridge and pantry had everything I needed. I had a nice big breakfast and figured I'd wander around a bit to see what I could see. The schedule she left told me that the pool guy would be by later, the bird guy tomorrow, and the maid came every day for a few hours. Don't ask me what one woman living alone could dirty up to make it worth a maid coming by every day, but what the hell.

I checked out the downstairs. Nice home theater, obviously high end equipment. I found her DVD collection, nothing remotely interesting and, of course, no porn. Too bad, nothing like larger than life fucking up close and personal on one of these big ass screens. I guessed that Selena did a bit of traveling, there were little statues, figures, and all sorts of shit that looked like it was from somewhere other than around here. Guess that meant she had plenty of house sitters. It was a boring house or I'd be jealous that I hadn't had a shot at it before.

I wandered upstairs. There were more bedrooms than anybody needed. Most were like my room, pretty lame. I mean, nice stuff, but pretty bland. The maid wasn't due till afternoon, so I poked my head into Selena's room. It was fixed up a little nicer - looks like more personal stuff around. There weren't any pictures of family or anyone, so I figured she didn't have a boyfriend - or girlfriend - for that matter. Probably frigid based on how stuck up she came across.

I went into her walk-in closet. Wow, this bitch was into clothes. I don't get it, when does any one person have time to wear all of this shit. I saw where she hung her lingerie - just a few pieces, nothing really interesting. I wondered if she was like every other woman I'd house sat for, had her own little toy box hidden away somewhere for those lonely nights. Might be interesting to find out.

I went back into her room and stood back taking it all in. Then I saw a box under her bureau - maybe this is her little treasure trove. I bent down, picked it up, and put it on the bed. I sat down, opened the top and was glad I was sitting first. Holy shit, there were some nice pictures in here.

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Looking a little closer, I realized that they were of Selena. I looked around the room and recognized the bronze bust in the background of one of them.

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I liked what I saw - she was a real cock-hound. And she wasn't satisfied with one at a time.

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I was thinking they were pretty hot, but then saw that she had some that were a little more on the kinky side. Some serious throat fucking - and she could take meat pretty deep.

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The pictures were pretty high quality; I doubted that they were taken with a timer, so that told me she didn't mind performing in front of an audience. I kept flipping through the pictures ... then started at the beginning and went through them again. I was definitely getting some serious wood just wishing I'd known her "when". But I got to thinking more ... maybe this little leopard hadn't changed her spots ... or maybe I could make sure she hadn't.

An idea was blossoming, which, granted, was tough since all the blood was running somewhere else. I looked around her room a little more and finally did find her toy box. At this point, I just wanted confirmation in my own mind that any bitch kinky enough to keep pics would have her collection of toys, which she certainly did. And a nice one it was, not only the expected vibes and dildos, but some leather, cuffs, and even a strap-on. Interesting.

I put everything away where I found it except for the pictures. I had plans for these. I took them down the street to the local Kinkos (what an appropriate name). I used the self-scanning machine and made a CD of the pics ... nothing like a little insurance. As I was picking things up to leave I had another idea ... and punched in to have 8x10's made of each of the pics I'd scanned. I slipped the prints and the originals into an envelope ... I think these will come in handy.

I went back to the house and put the originals back in the box and the box under the bureau. I left everything else hidden in my room; certainly didn't want the maid to come across them when she was cleaning. With a plan hatched, I settled back to enjoy the next few days. Somehow I felt much more relaxed knowing that I was going to have some serious fun when Selena returned. I hung out at the pool just soaking up the sun. And "hung" is probably the right word since I knew when the workers would be there, I waited till they left and enjoyed the sun without needing a suit. Nothing like the feel of skinny dipping, then the sun on your cock. I'm pretty sure that the maid made a point of peeking, but what the hell, give her a thrill. She was a cute little number anyway, maybe she knew where her boss's toy chest was and helped herself. My cock stretched out a little at that thought.

On the afternoon that Selena was scheduled to return, I waited till the maid left. Then I put the 8x10's up around Selena's room - obvious enough so there's no way she could miss them. I wanted her to get the nice shock value of seeing them nice and big. Then I took a couple of her imported beers out to the pool, stripped, and enjoyed the sun and waited for her to return.

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

One of the perks of my job was flying in comfort. The corporate jet was almost decadent in its creature comforts – inlaid teak, sumptuous leather, surround sound, and of course, a fully stocked bar. Although I usually didn’t drink in flight, I went ahead and had one after the pilot announced that we were going around some bad weather and our landing would be slightly delayed. I was beginning to get a headache, although not a migraine this time. As I took my hair down and lightly massaged my temples, I wryly thought about the unfortunate downside to my job.

We were on the ground more quickly than I had thought, and it was none too soon. I was dying to get home and swim some laps, then take in some sun and try to forget about everything that went wrong at the shareholders’ meeting.

The car was waiting. Soon, we were turning down my street and the driver slowed to pull into my driveway. My head began to hurt more, as I saw that the housesitter’s car was parked smack in the middle of the drive. Irritated, I wondered why he was still here. Probably to make sure he got his gratuity, although I always tipped generously through the agency. I supposed one couldn’t expect any other behavior from John, though. He had seemed more than a bit rough around the edges.

The driver followed me with my bags, and set them in the foyer. I started to the study, then thought better of it. The hell with them – I was going upstairs to change into my suit, and then I’d get rid of John. E-mails and faxes could wait.

I called to John as I started up the stairs, expecting to see him meet me at the top. He didn’t. No matter, maybe he had the television too loud in his room. I’d change and then find him.

I don’t think what I saw when I opened my bedroom door registered at first. The first photo was taped to the mirror over the dresser – I couldn’t have missed it unless I’d been blind. I rushed over to tear it down and saw the second one en route. As I turned around in my room, I saw that there were a total of four – some of the pictures from the box I’d foolishly left under the dressing table. John – that presumptuous bastard – had been in my room! He was the only one who could have done such a thing.

Shaking with rage, I sat down on the edge of the bed. The asshole had gone through my things, and now thought he was going to blackmail me. Spending the better part of a week in luxury he probably never had seen before, and getting paid for it apparently wasn’t enough for him. I nearly tore the pocket from my jacket in my haste to get to my cell phone to call the agency and demand that someone come out immediately. Slowly, I put the phone down – what would I say? I had plenty to say – to John.

Like a woman possessed I flew across and down the hall to his room, not bothering to knock as I threw the door wide open. He wasn’t in there, nor in the small sitting room attached. The bathroom door was open, and it was unoccupied. He must be downstairs. Taking the stairs two at a time despite my heels, I rounded the corner and headed for the kitchen. The back door was ajar – incredible. . . the asshole must be enjoying my pool.

Seriously considering sneaking up on him and drowning him, I left my shoes lying in the kitchen floor and crept quietly out the door. There directly across from the back door laid John, eyes closed and basking in the summer sun – nude. I lost it then and rushed across the deck toward him, screaming all the way.

“You sorry mother-fucker! Get out! Get out of my house! Just who the hell do you think you are?”

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

John

You sorry mother-fucker! Get out! Get out of my house! Just who the hell do you think you are?

I opened my eyes when I heard the whilwind of hurricane Selena coming out of the house. I slowly grinned and very softly, slowly and clearly said, "I'll tell you who I am. I'm the guy who's going to ruin your little world. I'm the guy who has copies of those pictures right where I can release them to your boss who might give second thoughts about keeping you in your precious little job. I'm the guy who you better decide to be damn nice to if you don't want that to happen."

I paused for a minute to let this soak in then went on, "And don't try to act all 'high and mighty' with me. I'll also tell you that I'm not the one who's in a series of pictures servicing a couple of cocks. I'm not the one having her tonsils tickled by one pecker while spreading her slut cunt for another. And I'm not the one who's got more kinky toys stored away than most sex shops."

I stopped again to watch this realization pass over her face. "Now I will tell you what you can do, bitch, you can be thankful that I didn't send out copies of those pics right out when I found them. And you can show your gratitude right now by getting down on your knees and sucking my prick like the cock hound you obviously are!"

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

And you can show your gratitude right now by getting down on your knees and sucking my prick like the cock hound you obviously are!

He hadn't said a word about money - at least not taking any for himself. All the years I had spent building my career would be for nothing if he did as he threatened.

But I couldn't believe all he wanted was a blow-job. He was watching my face carefully and had already swung his legs around to the side of the chaise, his cock semi-erect and throbbing with anticipation. Realizing I had underestimated him, and promising myself I would not do that again, I knelt in front of him and looked up at him. It had been a very long time, but I had more reason now than I ever had before to make this memorable.

I grabbed his shaft with one hand as I cupped his balls with the other. I opened my mouth and licked the head of his cock, then breathed across it before taking him fully in my mouth. He grunted as I sucked, and my mouth dipped lower, past the swollen head, down on his shaft, growing larger and harder now as I began to get into a rhythm. I slid my hand up and down his rigid prick, in time with the sucking, and tugged and squeezed his sack.

My nipples were getting hard against the sheer fabric of my blouse and between my legs, I felt my pussy tingling. I just wanted to make him cum, but his cock was oozing precum and the taste was incredibly erotic. My body was divorced from my mind, and I inhaled the smell of him as I increased the pace, taking more and more of his massive rod till the head was in my throat.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

John

She sure didn't hesitate very long; got on her knees and started on my pecker. Of course, this was just the beginning, it was a mindset I was putting her in - she was subservient to my prick. I looked down and watched her minister to my shaft.

"That's right, sweetcheeks, suck that pecker. I can tell you've eaten a few, you're good." I leaned over her body and reached for her shirt. I tore it off her - shredding it in the process. "I want to see your tits while you eat me, bitch. I like seeing that they're hard; you're getting horny just eating prick."

I leaned back and thrust my prick up and into her throat. Her hands working my balls felt good, but I wasn't going to let her off easy, that's for sure; no quick cum. Drop your pants, bitch, I want you totally naked while you serve your new master; the one in your mouth!"

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

Drop your pants, bitch, I want you totally naked while you serve your new master; the one in your mouth!

My throat was full of his cock, but my mind was full of memories, decades old, of a time when a man had barked orders like that at me, and I had liked it – wanted it. I released my hold on his raging prick and stood up in front of him, meeting his gaze with mine. My blouse was practically in shreds, hanging off my arm by only one sleeve, so I finished it off. I unclasped my bra and my breasts sprang free. I let my hands tweak my nipples briefly before I unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the concrete in a puddle at my feet. That left me clad only in my panties and stockings.

My pussy was swollen and wet, pulsing with arousal. As I slid my hands under the elastic of my panties, I cupped my mound with one hand and squeezed, sending an erotic chill down my spine and raising gooseflesh on my body. I was sure he could smell my heat as I slid my panties down over my hips, taking the stockings with them at the same time. Only then did I look away from his face, kicking the clothing out of my way.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

John

I watched her stand and disrobe. As I did, I grasped my stiff prick and teased her with it by jerking it at her. I inhaled deeply and smelled her arousal; I knew I had her now. It was amazing how a bitch who thought she was so in charge could be made subservient to a stiff pecker so quickly. But no, I think she had just been waiting to have someone bend her to their will. Well, I was going to enjoy every bit of it.

As much as her mouth had felt great, as evidenced by how quick she got me stiff and leaking pre-cum, I thought it was time to make her totally mine. I knew what she needed; hell I knew what I needed. As she was back on her knees and leaning over to eat me off, I swung my legs around and roughly pushed her face down onto the chaise lounge I'd been laying in. "Sorry bitch, you don't get the pleasure of drinking my cum quite yet. Get your ass up in the air, I want to see if your cunt's as tight as your ass looks to be."

With that, I held her down by the small of her back and watched as she quickly spread her legs even wider. Just as I thought, she wants this. I continued to stroke my prick while kneeling behind her. I flicked my prickhead against her swollen lips, feeling the moisture mixing with mine. I slid it in, just kissing her cunt lips, then pulled it out and stroked it some more. As much as I wanted to plunge in, I was going to make her beg for it. I could tell her body wanted it, now to make her mind realize how much she needed it. I saw her ass wave, then push back for me as I broke contact with my pecker on her cunt. "And what does this wet little cunt want, bitch?"

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

And what does this wet little cunt want, bitch?

He knew what I wanted – what I needed. And the sorry bastard was teasing me, trying to make me say it. I tried again to back up on John’s swollen cock, but he grabbed my hair and held me in position as he once again evaded my move.

I could feel my juices running down my thighs. My nipples grazed the sides of the lounge chair as I tried vainly to swallow the head of his cock into my hot pussy. But I was the one who had to give it up, not he. Reaching under my belly to rub my slippery clit with my fingers, I finally told him, my voice hoarse with my need, “All right, fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard, for chrissakes! See if you can pound me hard enough to make me cum.”

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

John

Fuck me deep and hard, for chrissakes!

That's all I had to hear ... I knew I had her on that slippery slope to complete cock worship. I SMACKED her ass .... "I'll give you what I want for as long as I want, bitch!! Don't you ever forget who had the balls here." Her ass recoiled with the slap - and none too easy a one at that. As it did, I RAMMED my prick into her juicy wet cunt, balls deep. I was going to make her feel it, all of it. She was tight, but had no problem handling my length. I grabbed her ass as she started to buck back on my shaft and held it tight. I pulled out ever so slowly until just my cockhead was being caressed by her cunt lips, then RAMMED it back in. I wasn't making love, I was definitely FUCKING this bitch. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was using this violent fuck as payback to every bitch who got away with treating me like shit. I knew with the blackmail I had on Serena, that she wasn't going to be one who could. In fact, I might just end up treating her like shit - or at least my own personal (rich) whore.

I felt her pussy contract around my prick before I'd given her a good dozen strokes. She was so turned on by my treatment of her that she was climaxing already. I didn't care if she got pleasure out of it ... as long as I got what I wanted. I felt her squeeze me with her cunt again ... "Ha!", I said. "I see my little bitch likes getting it good and hard ... and deep. You can't stop cumming, can you slut?"

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

I see my little bitch likes getting it good and hard ... and deep. You can't stop cumming, can you slut?

He was right. . .again. I hadn't cum this hard for months. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for with sheer lust. A fleeting thought that it must have been a while for him too, crossed my mind. I wondered what else he had in store for me. With the waves of ecstasy still vibrating in my belly, I looked over my shoulder at him, and said, "Cum in my ass, please. . .fill me up."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Cum in my ass, please. . .fill me up.

What a slut ... I loved it. Sometimes all it takes is a very hard fucking to loosen up a tight ass bitch. "You wish, slut. You'll get it where I want you to get it." I proceeded to push particularly DEEP, holding her hips, and flexing my cock (she was so tight, I was sure she could feel it) before pulling out. I roughly grabbed her shoulder and spun her around till she was on her back and panting to catch her breath. There's nothing like good athletic sex sometimes.

I aimed my cock over her face and was about to jerk off on her thinking there's nothing quite like a big warm facial to make sure she was appropriately subservient. Then I had another thought before I started jerking. "Alright, bitch, grab this pecker and jerk it off over your face. I want to see you give yourself a facial!"

 

[sharpchick]

Selena

Alright, bitch, grab this pecker and jerk it off over your face. I want to see you give yourself a facial!

He wasn't going to do it to me - he was going to make me do it to myself. The thought alternately repulsed and excited me. Even as I reached for his cock, still slick with my pussy juice, part of me wanted to resist, but he had control of my body and my mind.

"Is this what you want?" I asked him as I looked straight into his eyes and grabbed his shaft, gripping it tightly as I pumped. His balls were right in my face - I stuck my tongue out and ran it under them, relishing the taste of my pussy on him. I could feel his balls tighten up, he must have been close to cumming when he fucked me. With my other hand, I reached to rub my still throbbing clit.

Without warning, his cock erupted, pumping hot spunk all over my face, running down my chin and into my hair. He grabbed my tits with both his hands and squeezed - hard enough to leave marks that would linger for a while.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Is this what you want?

"Shit YEA!!!", I nearly shouted as my cock exploded. I looked down and enjoyed a sight hotter than any fuck film ... my own cum coating her nice upturned face. Her tongue on my shaft had felt so fucking good that along with her little handjob, I wasn't about to hold back any. It seemed that my spurts didn't stop and she seemed to luxuriate in coating herself. I knew my instincts were right, she was a real cumslut. I was going to have fun with her - that's for sure.

"Good little cumslut. You know how to work a cock, I'll say that for you." I felt that nice, empty balls feeling that would last about 5 min. till I was ready for something else. But for now, I was satisfied that I'd broken her - made her show me, but more importantly herself, just what depths she would sink to with a little hard fucking. Oh, but this was by no means the end, that's for sure. I grabbed my cock from her hand and slowly used it to swipe up some of my cum then held it right over her mouth. "Eat it clean, bitch. You're hungry for cum, I can tell that. And you need to get that pussy juice off me." I then watched her do her thing.