Punishment (Open for 1 female, pm me if interested)

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"She are cheating on me." The words made Jason lean back in his chair. He looked at Bobby with concern. He wasn't sure what to say to comfort his friwnd in a moment like this. If he needed comforting that was? He just looked to calm as he said it. Angry but in control of his emotions.

"You have proof?" He finally asked and sipped his coffee. He hadn't met Bobby's wife Sandra but from what he heard she was a beauty. Of course men would hit on her but he had thought her a saint. Everybody said she was so pure. Guess not.

"I have enough." Bobby Sanderson said. "Pictures and some audio." He looked down at the table before he reached inside his jacket and took out a bundle of photographs that he put in front of Jason.

"That is some of them and not even the worst ones." Bobby say in a calm voice.

Jason take a look at them and shrugs. They show a beautiful woman in her mid twenties having sex in several positions as well as giving blow jobs. The pictures don't affect him much. He had seen more explicit things. The one concern he had for was for Bobby. His army buddy.

"Will you divorce her? What do you plan to do?" Jason ask softly.

He see Bobby close his fists on the table as his lips turn into a smile. There are no humour in the smile though. Just determination.

"What i plan?" He pick up the pictures and put them back in his jacket.

"My plan includes you my friend." He say as he lock eyes with Jason.

"Me? How so?" Jason was slightly confused.

"Sandra don't like black people. Something that come from her upbringing." Bobby smiles with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Yes?" Jason say questionly. What had Bobby now thought up.

"Yes. There is where you come in. You are black and i wan't you to deal with her." Bobby say calmly. "I will deal with loverboy." He say with a sneer.

"You wan't me to kill her?" Jason wasn't shocked by doing that but he wasn't sure it would be good karma killing his friends wife.

"Not killing her. Use her as you please. It will be the worst punishment i can think of. Use her and make her enjoy it." Bobby say as he stand up from the table. "I will see to it that she are brought to your place tomorrow." He continued.

Jason looked up at his friend. This was the weirdest thing anyone had asked of him but he had always backed up his friends and this time it would be no difference.

"I will help you out." He say and offer his hand to Bobby.

"Good." Bobby say and shake the hand before leaving the coffee shop.
 
I can't help but groan as I begin to stir...well stir doesn't really seem to work in this situation.

I can't move. I was just walking to the house. Getting out of the car after getting home and walking to the house when everything went black. Was there something put over my face? There must have been...but I'm awake now.

I'm awake - but I can see nothing. There is something covering my eyes and I feel myself stretched out on something..most likely a bed. My clothes are still on..thank god. I can only tell because the air is cold as hell and there is only a slight chill on my body.

Not to say that I'm very clothed. It's a friday night..and he didn't expect me to go out. I told him I was just going out with the girlfriends - I couldn't help it that there were a few guys at the bar as well. So all I have on is a tight fitting red tank top which easily accentuated my full C-cup breasts and small waist, and a denim miniskirt, with black stilettos. 5'2'' only, but with the heels I'm brought to a good height of 5'6''.

Now I can feel that my wrists and ankles are tied, and I'm practically spread - eagle, my bra and underwear the only thing gone at this point, drawing a groan from my lips. A groan? There's a fucking gag in my mouth. I can't even move, and I can't even scream...and I can see nothing - with my bra and underwear gone. The panic sets in, my body writhing on the bed as I struggle against the rope, screaming into the gag futiley.
 
I was relieved when she started to move. I saw the exact moment when she started to panic. I had been quite worried that whatever the goons Bobby had sent to collect her had given her an overdose or something. Her muffled sounds and struggle to break free from the constraints did not concern me now that i knew she would live.

I stood absolutely still and sipped on the whisky i had enjoyed while i waited for her to wake up. I stood there and watched her struggle as i thought of removing the gag in her mouth. It wouldn't do her much help screaming for help as my basement was sound proof. The dimmed light from the lamp in the ceiling made the basement look cozy.

I took another sip of the whisky as i enjoyed the sight of her lying spread on the bed like an offering. I smiled at that comparison and put down the empty whisky glass on my workbench.

I almost frowned when i looked at the stiletto shoes she had on. Why didn't they remove them before they called me and said the job was done? They looked sexy but was dangerous as well. With those shoes you could easily put out an eye.

Before she realised she wasn't alone i silently walked up to the bed and took one of her small feet in my hands and removed the shoe from it.

"Don't need these." I say softly to her as i take of the other one and drop them to the ground.

As she are gagged i can't her what the muzzled sound coming from her mouth mean. Can't be anything good. To make it easier for her to speak her mind i walk beside her and quickly take the gag from her mouth and wait for the scream i am sure to follow.
 
My hair is down, loosely curled - the tousles splayed out behind my head neatly, obviously put there for show. When I feel your hand on my foot I immediately try and pull my foot back and away - but there is no slack in the rope - and therefore nowhere for me to go.

When they drop to the floor my struggles continue, renewed and with a new fury - though within moments I feel the same hands undoing the straps of the gag, before it's pulled from my mouth as well.

Of course I scream - for my life I believe, as loud and as bloodcurdling as possible. I scream until I can't scream anymore..until my chest hurts - and until my throat is raw...at which point I am reduced to begging.

"P..please. Please what do you want...if you want money I can get you money..." My voice is sounding hoarse..just slightly to my ears, and I quickly reduce my words to barely above a whisper, my unseeing eyes filling with tears. "..what do you want from me.."
 
The screaming was expected so i just wait for her to stop. No point in talking with a hysterical woman. Not much of the words would get through to her foggy brain in her condition. I look down at her and smile when i look at the fullness of her tits. Bobby hadn't been lying. She was a beauty. It wouldn't be so hard to use her as i had feared. She was an unfaithful bitch so i hadn't any guilty feelings over it either. If she was so eager for cock she would get plenty of it.

When her begging and pleading started i looked down at her face with a smile.

"I have more money than your husband." I say as my hand caresses her chin lightly. My fingers touches her trembling lips.

"A husband that you have not held in very high regard lately." My hand travel down from her face to stroke her neck and throat softly.

"Fucking around on a marriage always have consequences." I smile as i see my words getting through to her. My hand go further down and cover one of her tits. I just hold it there.

"This is a lesson for you." I simply say as i massage her nipple between my fingers.
 
I can feel your hand upon my face, my chin, turning my head away as soon as I feel your fingers upon my lips..seeing as my head is really the only part of my body that I can move at the moment.

"..What do you know about my husband.." I barely manage to get the words out, the wandering hand on my throat almost making me fear that you're going to kill me..strangle me - but you don't...it just keeps moving downward.

I grunt quietly as I hear the words. 'fucking around on a marriage always have consequences', and I can tell you're grinning - though I can't help but whimper as my nipple hardens almost immediately under the touch.

"What do you mean a lesson...let me the fuck go!" I'm obviously trying to regain some sort of confidence..despite my predicament.

"Who are you?"
 
I ignore your question about the lesson and just pinch your nipple. I feel the nub harden between my fingers and increase the pressure of my fingers.

"I am a friend." I let go of her breast and walk over to the workbench and pick up a scalpel. "I am here to help you get things into the right perspective." I say as i close in to you again. "Now lay completely still. I do not wish to cut you." I warn you as i start to cut open the front of your red tank top.

I can't help but admire your tits and nipples as they are free from anything that blocks my view of them.

I place the scalpel back on the workbench before i turn to you again. "You have a very sexy body. To bad you don't use it only for your husband." I place my hand over your tit and the hard nub of your nipple tease the palm of my hand.

"Why i am doing this will be clear to you soon enough." The hand go down from your nipple to stroke your bare belly until it reaches the skirt.

"No bra and no panties. A good night out?" I ask quietly.
 
I flinch as I hear the warning, but still against whatever it is I am laying on. It has to be a bed of sorts because I'm not terribly uncomfortable... 'I'm a friend' bullshit.

I clench my teeth to try and prevent any noise from escaping, arching my back a bit awkwardly in the position that I am in.

Managing to stay still until your hand travels down my stomach, landing at my skirt, and I tense horribly at your words. 'No bra and no panties. A good night out?'

My cheeks darken in obvious embarrassment, and I try to squirm again of course to no avail. "Fuck you! I had them before I got here..and when I woke up they were gone...I can't wait until the police get hold of you..kidnapping..this is kidnapping..and whoever else was in on this will go in as an accessory!"

It's obvious that I'm becoming more and more frightful as your hands continue to roam my body..and there is nothing for me to do about it - as well as no way for me to see what's going on.
 
"The police will not be involved. If they where to look for you they would never find you. Why do you think you will ever get the chance of telling them?" I started to unbutton your small denim shirt and slowly worked it down your hips and ass. I let the skirt be down at your thighs.

"I agree that it is kidnapping but i will never get caught." I laugh softly as i places my hand on your thigh and move it in circles. I feel you flinch a little as my hand moves up and touches your inner thigh, close to your sex.

"Whoever else is in on this. Now it is just you and me and you should show your best." I say as my fingers gently touches your mound. I draw a finger across your slit repeatedly without entering you. "You better learn to accept how things are now that you are here with me." I say as i increase the pressure on your slit with my finger.
 
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'Why do you think you will ever get the chance of telling them?' I groan at your laughter, flinching as your hand rests on my thigh only to move upward - as I again pull at the restraints. "S..stop.."

It apparently falls on deaf ears, however - as you continue - your finger across my slit over and over making me squirm, my body reacting while my mind is screaming - wanting you away, wanting to get away.

"Please..I,..I don't..I don't understand what you have to do with me and my husband..take off this blindfold....untie me...we..can talk about what you want.." Mostly I just want your hand away from my shaved pussy, but that doesn't seem to be happening any time soon,
 
"Talk on. It may distract you." I say as my fingers move faster over your slit. "I won't guarantee that i will answer though." I look down at my hand touching you and smile as i both see and feel your flinching. Be it by unwanted excitement or something else didn't really matter. My purpose was to get your body to react to my touch.

"Good. You are shaved." I finger your pussy faster but still without penetrating you. "Was that for your husband or lover." I ask as my fingers move back and forth over the slit of your bald sex.

I start to feel a hard on in my pants but ignore it. It wasn't time yet to use my cock on you. I needed to get your body aroused first. "Did your lover shave you. I know it wasn't your husband. Or did you do it yourself?"
 
'Talk on. It may distract you.' I can barely concentrate on what I was saying as your fingers begin their movement...more rapid now.

Your words and questions don't even seem to phase me as I clench my teeth, trying to keep still - trying to keep quiet, tilting my head back slightly as I whimper.

I still refuse to answer any of your questions, mostly because it's embarrassing to be asked such personal things...but I seem to be unable to resist your quick-moving fingers, making an effort to raise my hips. Of course the effort is futile because of how I am bound, however - with your fingers against my slit you can easily feel the strain in my hips as I try to meet you.

As soon as it happens, however I nearly curse myself. "..Please..." I manage to keep my voice...somewhat calm though it's shaking - trembling almost. "Stop...stop this..."
 
"Stop it?" I ask in a friendly tone. I can see you squirm and feel your body betraying you. I feel the starting wetness against my fingers. I almost regret having to have you tied up like a pig. "Why should i stop this?" I question you.

Instead of removing my hand from you i push two of my fingers against your wet opening and they slide through your pussylips to the knuckles. I hold them there for a while to let you get used to them.

"You told your lovers to stop?" I asked teasingly. "That was a theoretical question." I said before you had time to respond. "I know you didn't. If you did you wouldn't be here with me." I started to move my fingers slowly inside you. Moving them in and out very slowly, not penetrating you more than to my knuckles. I feel the heat and wetness and smile to myself.
 
Tears dampen the blindfold, my body betraying more and more with each slight movement of your hand. My lips part in a quiet gasp as you press your fingers in to the knuckles - though it is impossible to move - to get away, drawing another groan from my lips.

"Th..they weren't...my lovers.." I pull at the restraints weakly, my petit form squirming visibly though it makes little to no impact as you begin moving your fingers, making my hips respond again.

"I love my husband!" It sounds almost like I'm trying to convince myself...I'm two years younger than him, and we got married rather quickly into the relationship..I got bored. But of course I keep this to myself. "They..they were just there..when he wasn't.."
 
"Then you are a horny little one aren't you?" I keep fingering you slowly as i talk. "Ever considering buying toys with batteries?" I ask in still a very friendly tone. "It had been easier for you." I shrug slightly. "Well... Now you are with me so that train have already left." As i keep moving my fingers in you slowly my thumb find your clit and i start rubbing it.

"This you will enjoy." I say as my thumb move faster over your clit and i feel it swell at my ministrations. "If you felt lonely you should had told your husband or left him." I say quietly as my fingers keep on playing with your sex.

"Hmm... To late for that now. You are with me and i will do with you as i pleases." I laugh softly. "You have been totally fucked." I smile. "First by your lovers and soon by me."
 
I manage to shake my head in protest, clenching my teeth still, wondering how the hell you can be so calm about this..but apparently it's different from your end.

When your thumb presses to my clit only to begin slow movements my lips part in a quiet moan - my widespread legs trembling as the motions become faster, obviously more deliberate.

I can feel myself slowly building up an orgasm as you continue talking, panting heavily as you speak about fucking me - which makes me squirm only for a moment.
 
I see in your face how you start to pant and i feel the tension in your body so i start to move my fingers faster inside you. I move them in and out, faster and harder and deeper as my thumb keep up rubbing your clit. I stay quiet as i try to draw you towards the orgasm.

I can't help but smile as i start to smell the sexual fluids coming from your pussy. I draw in the scent and keep on fingering you. My fingers moving inside you as far as they can and my thumb still rubbing hard and fast over your clit. It will only be a matter of time until you cum all over my fingers.
 
It was obvious that I had been trying, but as your fingers begin a faster-paced assault I can't help but moan and gasp over and over, trying to meet the thrusts of your fingers with a great amount of difficulty.

It does not take long before my pussy walls tighten - clamping down on your digits as I orgasm, letting out a low moan as I still attempt to rock against your fingers even as cum, but soon lay still, just panting - attempting to recover quickly so that I can curse you or scream again..but I can't catch my breath yet so I simply lay there, swallowing hard.
 
I remove my fingers from your pussy as i watch you trying to recover. "That wasn't so hard was it. Soon you will have something thicker in your pussy." I say as i back of from the bed. I walk over to the fridge in the corner and take out a sandwitch. I remove the cover and eat with a good appetite.

When i'm done i slowly undress and fold my clothes and lay them neatly on a chair. Closing in to you and the bed i see that you breath more normal. "I see you have recovered." I say as i sit down beside your body. "That is good as i am not done with you."

I stroke my cock with one hand before i climb up and straddle you with my cock between your breasts. "I need to get hard before i can fuck you." I calmly explain before i push your breasts together around my cock and start to move my hips so you jerk me of with your tits.
 
I easily feel the weight shift as you move off and away from the bed - and as soon as you leave I again try at the restraints. They are knotted so well, however - that they do not budge.

When I hear your voice again I tense - your weight soon straddling my torso, my body wriggling desperately as you force my breasts together with your strong hands, drawing a quiet cry from my lips.

When you begin to move I again clench my teeth, not wanting you to hear my whimpers and cries - though I can feel your cock, and that it's much larger than my husband's..much larger than anyone's I've fucked.
 
My erection grows as i keep tit fucking you. But i know that i wan't your lips around it. "You will suck me and don't think of biting." I say as i stop moving. My hand go down between your thighs once again and i push two fingers inside your still slightly slippery pussy.

I keep fingering you as i move slightly upwards and press the head of my cock against your lips. I wait to see how you respond as my fingers moves inside you. I twist them around a little and start to move them faster.

"Open your mouth and accept my cock." I say as i push it little more against your mouth. "If you bite the punishment will be grave." I say very seriously.
 
As I hear you say 'You will suck me' only to feel your fingers in my wet cunt moments later makes me groan - but I try to keep my lips pressed tightly shut when I feel the head of your cock against my lips.

I whimper as your fingers continue to move - making me tremble at their movement and obvious skill - the twisting and faster movement makes my lips part in a gasp, but before I can think to shut my mouth I feel you pressing your cock past my lips, forcing it into my mouth - forcing my mouth wide.

My protests are immediately muffled by your huge shaft, my struggles growing in ferocity.
 
I didn't force my cock to long inside your mouth. I wanted you to get used to it but not gag on it. My fingers kept moving in and out of your cunt that was growing wet with new juices. I moved my hips back and forth slowly and looked down to see my cock moving in and out of you mouth. The scene was very erotical and i had to control myself and gave away my pleasure with a low groan.

I feel you struggle against the constraints but that was just futile. I feel my balls tighten and know that if i didn't withdraw i would shoot my load in her mouth. What the hell i thought to myself as i kept feeding her my cock. I would get hard fast enough to enjoy her pussy soon enough.

"Get ready for something hot." I grunted and with a final thrust i exploded in her mouth. I groaned as i emptied my seed in her warm mouth. It came out in spurts as i kept moving my fingers in and out of her pussy.
 
I easily hear your groan, feeling your cock along my tongue as you move your hips back and forth. Any sounds don't escape my lips, but instead merely create a low vibration against your shaft.

Your fingers are distracting - but not distracting enough as I obviously think that you're going to cum in my mouth..and I'm right. When I feel the hot spurts of cum I am forced to swallow - or have the cum leak out past my lips, which really I didn't want to do.

I swallow as best I can, my struggles stopping so I can concentrate on not gagging on the liquid.
 
I feel my cock soften a little in your mouth and withdraw it. I am quite impressed that you managed to swallow my load without letting anything go to waste. I climb of you but my fingers are still moving inside of you.

"That was a good girl." I say with a chuckle. "An expert cocksucker you are. A talent that shouldn't go to waste." I look down at my fingers word at your pussy and twist them around a little.

"I think you deserve a reward for sucking my cock like that." I say as i move up in the bed between your legs. I lay down so i can gaze at your bald pussy as i keep moving my fingers in and out of it. I wet my lips with my tongue before my mouth join my fingers on your cunt. My tongue sneaks out and i taste the you for the first time. I let my tongue swirl around your outer lips as my fingers keep on pushing inside.
 
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