The Exchange Student (Closed for Leo)

[Mephistophelily]

[size=-2]This thread is closed for myself and Leopald. You're welcome to read along.

Ricki Hendrik
Age 18
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A poorly printed paper held her schedule, the young woman holding it doing her best to try and make sense of it. She was trying her best to understand so many things at this new school. The exchange program had seemed a wonderful way to spend her senior year, as well as a chance to escape her mother. The woman was driving her insane... But here? Here she had a chance to be whatever she wanted.

America was her Las Vegas.
What happened here, stayed here.

The smirk managed to return to her face at that thought, checking the classes on her list and finding the first to be nearby. Biology. Hm. Dissecting of frogs and such? She'd rather be studying more on the human anatomy.

Stepping into the room, she wrinkled her nose at the smell lingering inside, finding a seat at one of the raised stools behind a long black table. Resting her chin against her palm as she waited for the teacher to turn back around from the chalkboard, she played with the zipper on her bag, twisting the cord in her fingers.

"Good afternoon class," The teacher called as the last of the students trickled in. "It seems we have a new student among us. Miss Hendrik, would you care to introduce yourself?"

"Nein." Ricki barely even looked up from her bag, still toying with the tag as she ignored the teacher's request.

Mrs Hescher gave a light frown at that. "Miss Hendrik. Please?"

With a sigh, Ricki flicked herself off the stool, wandering up front and folding her arms across her chest. "Mien name is Ricki. It is not short for anything. I am from Reinheim, Germany... and if you have anything against germans.. Well..." Ricki shrugged, then held up both hands, middle fingers extended. "I salute you."

"MISS HENDRIK!!"

"What?" Ricki tried to look as innocent as possible, her hands still extended as she gave the teacher a blank look. "I was introducing, as you asked."

"Get to the principal, right now, young lady!"

Ricki tried to stifle a laugh, waving slightly to the infuriated teacher before adjusting her bag over her shoulder. "I take it that was not what you wanted?," She asked sweetly, starting through the door. Once outside, she laughed even louder, halting abruptly as the man she had been sent to see nearly collided with her. The smile fell.

"Hallo." Her voice was meek, her eyes wide.

He just stared at her with a frown, reaching down to take her wrist and leading her to his office. A lecture, a reminder of her status as a visitor to this school, the impression she was making of her own school- and country. She feigned interest, nodding at random intervals as she let her mind wander. Yeah. Right.

"I'll be calling your host family about this. I'm sure they would love to hear about your first day."

She frowned at that. Well, if he did try to punish her, she would simply call home. Tell them he was abusing her. That would work perfectly. Reminding him of this fact would save her any additional concerns on punishment as well. Who would they believe more? Even if she were 'trouble', the mention of that word would make her seem the purest angel.

"No humor to you, is there?," she asked with a frown. "I was simply trying to make the joke.... Laugh. You look so angry. Is not healthy," she chided, slipping lower in the seat as he glared at her, the phone in his hand.

This wasn't going well.

 

[Leopald]

Vince Jones sighed into the reciever and hung up the phone. What the hell was he doing with an 18 year old girl living in his house? And why should he care that she's making obscene hand gestures to classrooms filled with peers? But it was his job to care, it was thrust upon him by his oh-so-lovely wife. She thought it would be a great idea. Sure, amazing idea. Vince would watch the kid while she went out to visit with friends till every night, sometimes not back till 3 or 4 am. He was fairly sure her "friends" were men she was seeing on the side. He wasn't entirely stupid, and she hadn't been interested in sex with him in months, so it had to be someone (or many someones) else.

He pushed that out of his mind as he got up from behind the computer desk in his den and walked out to the kitchen. He poured himself a few fingers of whiskey and walked back towards the den, stopping as he passed a mirror on the way. He gazed at his reflection and sighed once again. What was wrong with him? At 31 years old, he was still fairly fit, and took daily laps in his home's pool to help work off stress and keep his muscles firm. They weren't bulging by any means, but he was still tone enough. His green eyes traveled up to study his face, which sported a bit of scruff. He ran his hand along his cheek. No major age lines, no scars, no bags under his eyes. He still had a full head of dark hair, though he kept it trimmed short, so what was it? Maybe he wasn't tall enough. She never came right out and said it, but he always caught her staring at guys that were taller than him, at 5'11".

He gave up. The only reason she was still with him, he knew, was for his money. He wasn't "rich", per se, but he'd made a pretty good living with his first 3 books being published. Maybe that's what the girl was all about. She was trying to ruin his life, so he'd ask for a divorce, and she could get all the money. The plan just might work. Vince wasn't very good with kids, and had never had any of his own. And now there was an 18 year old in his house, a hot one, at that. What the hell was she thinking?

The school expected him to punish her. He didn't even know where to start. But he'd be damned if he let that bitch of a wife whore herself out every night and beat him at this game. No, he'd get his charge to behave. The German girl named Ricki was in for a crash course in being an American teenager.

He walked back to his desk and nursed the drink, staring at the unfinished words on his screen. He was waiting for Ricki's return.

 

[Mephistophelily]

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, Ricki being given an additional lecture by the principal before being sent back out into the halls. "Behave yourself. I'll let this go by as acting out because of unfamiliar surroundings. There will be no punishments given by me. However, your host father didn't sound too pleased with getting that call, Miss Hendrik."

Ricki had given her sweetest smile, apologizing as she agreed on the reasons he came up with. Yes, sure, right. How nice- she didn't even need to come with excuses herself; he was doing it for her! This was just wonderful...

She took the bus only halfway home, getting off at the gas station not far from the house. A pack of cigarettes, a bottle of soda, some gum. Alternating between sips and puffs, she continued the walk home, ignoring the various other students who were now walking to their own houses.

Approaching the drive, she could see one of the doors open on the garage. Mrs Jones was off again, it seemed. Left poor Mister Vince all by himself quite a bit, didn't she? Taking another sip of her drink, she took a moment at the entryway to finish a last drag on the cigarette, dropping it to the pavement and snuffing it with her boot before going inside.

"Herr Jones... Are you home? Did you go with Missus?"
Doubtful. He had answered the phone on the Principal's call.

Those two didn't seem the perfect couple that she had expected, anyway. They never said it around her, but it was obvious there was something wrong here. She could hear them at night, during late hours when they probably thought she was sleeping; angry words, accusations.

She wandered the house, pausing as she came to the kitchen. A bottle sat on the counter, Ricki picking it up and looking it over. Hm. Whiskey. Her gaze fell to the half bottle of soda still in her other hand, shrugging as she started to pour some of the alcohol into the soft drink.

A testing sip.
Hoo. A bit heavy on the whiskey.

 

[Leopald]

Vince stepped out of the bathroom still drying his hair. The shower hadn't helped clear his head, but he felt refreshed. He was starting to regret the several drinks he'd had since the call. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, though. His wife was probably going to be out all night anyways, and he was still only buzzed. Maybe he'd nurse that buzz for the night. He wasn't getting anywhere in his writing anyways.

He crossed his bedroom, toweling his naked skin slowly. With the intent of following the plan to extend his buzz for the evening, he found himself wandering through the living room, en route to the kitchen. He was drying an ear when he turned the corner into the kitchen. There was a girl in his kitchen. Why was there a girl in his kitchen? He watched her while his brain tried to play catch-up. Her back was turned, she was picking up his whiskey and pouring it in her soda. Then it dawned on him. Ricki!?

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked, his voice filled with anger and concern. Apparently he had forgotten that his towel wasn't exactly covering his dripping body. Instead, he moved closer and snatched the bottle from her hand. Then the soda. He was now holding two bottles and no towel.

Wait...

He looked down. His manhood was just sitting there, open to anyone who happened to see. And it seemed Ricki had just happened to see. It took him a moment to think, thanks to the buzz in his head. He had to free his hands. The counter behind her! He stepped closer and reached around her to put the bottles down, and it seemed like a good idea. Until his dick brushed against her hand and his chest pressed against hers. He was momentarily shocked again. He put the bottle down and backed up, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself. Then his brain registered another smell.

"Have you been smoking?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Ricki nearly choked on the new sip of her combined drink when Vince's voice sounded behind her, looking at him as he stole both bottles from her. "I was thirsty! Can not I have a drink?!"

Even she could smell the Jack on her breath. Standing right before him meant that HE could too.

"Is not that soda? I only wanted to refill drink. Why does it taste funny?," She asked in as sweet a voice as she could muster, pausing as she realized her host was a little lacking in clothing. "Mister Vince? You... lose towel." She tried not to look down again, but the temptation to steal another glance or two was too overpowering. She had to peek.

Missus Jones left all the time, why? Ricki was no virgin; she had already been with a few guys back home, and they certainly held no candle to the man before her. What did his wife think she was doing by taking off all the time?

She almost laughed as he flailed to get rid of the items in his hold, reaching around her to slip them back up onto the counter- and pressing rather closely to the no-longer-laughing German girl. She stiffened slightly, her hands starting to love to push him off, only to brush his member with her fingertips.

Ricki breathed a sigh of relief as he stumbled away, snatching the towel and returning it to his waist. Her eyes shifted slowly to the soda bottle on the counter, her hand starting for it cautiously as he readjusted to cover what was already seen. The hand quickly snapped back beside her as he looked up again, asking her about smoking.

"Smoking? You are silly, Herr Jones. I know you have the rules on cigarettes. I would not ever have them in your house!" She paused, sniffing slightly. Oh. The smoke. "Is this? Nein, not me. Is... from friends. Ja. Smoke like the chimneys. Is dirty habit." She smiled again, trying to play it off as innocently as possible. "I walked home with them. I bought soda at store. They buy cigarettes. I have gum. See?" She reached into her pocket, pulling out the pack of Juicy Fruit, the receipt tugging out along with it and falling to the floor. "Gum," She announced proudly, unaware of the paper she had dropped. "You do not have the rules on GUM, do you?"

 

[Leopald]

Vince frowned, still clutching his towel around his waist. He was not in the mood for games, having just exposed himself to an 18 year old girl in his own home. He stepped closer once again and strained his face closer to hers and sniffed a few times. Her breath was a mixture of alchohol and smoke, and she couldn't fool him with thinking that the whiskey was more soda. German's had alchohol too, of course, so she had no excuse.

"You knew exactly what that was, young lady, and you have been smoking! You didn't get sent here to drink and smoke and party!" He was furious. He snatched her purse and dumped it out on the counter. There, amongst other things, a fresh pack of cigarettes. He picked them up and continued, "and to sit here and lie to me! Do I look stupid to you?"

He didn't wait for a response, he just grabbed her by the elbow and practically drug her to the dining room, scooping up the bottle of whiskey as they moved. They reached the table, and he plopped her down none to gently.

"You don't smoke or drink as long as you're in my house, do you understand? And I had better not hear from the school anymore. You will learn to be a proper girl if I have to take you over my knee like a child and beat it out of you!"

It was pretty much the booze talking at this point, but Vince was seeing red, and he no longer cared.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"That is MINE-!," Ricki shouted furiously as he snatched her purse, gritting her teeth as he dumped its contents across the counter. Grabbing her lipstick before it fell to the floor, she frowned even more as he held up the offending pack of cigarettes. He saw straight through the drink 'confusion', which he began to yell at her about. So she lied, big deal. Every teenager lied and-

She yelped as he grabbed her arm, a few words of her native tongue coming out. She wasn't sure if he knew too much German, but knew that the words used probably wouldn't help her situation if he DID recognize them. The chair rocked back slightly on its back legs as he plunked her into it, Ricki glaring up at him as she folded her arms.

Nothing came from her mouth as he lectured her, Ricki watching the bottle that sloshed its contents back and forth as he ranted. She watched that bottle intently, more concerned on the liquid inside than what he had to say to her. "I told principal. It was all fun. Do not students make that motion all the time?!"

His comment on a 'proper girl' sat sourly on her mind as well, Ricki sitting up a bit more in the chair to look at him defiantly. "Proper girl? You mean like Missus?"

 

[Leopald]

Vince stopped short. Missus? His wife. His wife, who no longer held any interest in him. He was a man, damn it. And he married a cheating whore, one that was out every night getting who knows how many other dicks in her. Every cock but the one she was married to. It wasn't fair, god damn it!

"You don't fucking talk about my cuntslut wife, you little bitch!"

If he was seeing red before, he was now seeing colors beyond the spectrum. The next few moments were like watching himself from an ethereal plane of existence, the type that monks spent lifetimes trying to reach, and he'd mastered in seconds.

He watched himself grab the poor little German girl, watched as he roughly pushed her face-first onto the table, candlesticks falling and plates rattling. He was mortified as his hands lifted her skirt and ripped away panties as if they were paper. An arm that didn't seem to be his anymore pressed into her back, as his other betraying hand continued to mercilessly strike Ricki's bare, exposed, and very red ass. Again and again, his hand made contact.

Oh, God...

He finally regained control. He was standing above her, his hand poised in the air. He'd lost his towel somewhere in the fray, and he looked down, very surprised to see himself rock hard and throbbing. He was ashamed immediately. But it felt... So...

Felt so fucking good...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Oh, she had hit a nerve. The sudden frozen stance he took, the way he looked at her for that brief moment- She had hit a nerve HARD. Ricki managed to give a momentary smug smirk with that, only to have it quickly removed as he exploded at her.

She had hit it a bit too hard.

He was on her faster than she could even realize what was happening, a shocked gasp leaving her lips as he pulled her from the chair and had her bent over the table in seconds. "GET OFF!," She shrieked, her horrified cry only adding to the sound of the toppling items that once held the spot her cheek now rested against.

The fact he had grabbed her so roughly was shoved from her mind as he followed through somewhat on his threat, Ricki shrieking again as he grabbed hold of the elastic of her panties and tore the fabric from her hips. She tried to shove off from the table, his heavy arm like a cement block on her back as his hand connected with flesh.

"Scheißkerl!," She screamed, her face taut to the table as he continued to strike, Ricki switching between German and English as she tried to get away from him. "Get off, you bastard!"

He stopped, her body still cringing in expectation of another swat, the girl herself nearly in tears as she gasped. Hesitantly, she peered back at him, looking up to see his face. This was the lesson he was warning about. The lesson to teach her to behave, to not cause trouble...

She should have thought about that before speaking again.

"Do... Do you pretend I am her? Is that why you strike so hard?," She asked in between puffs for breath, nearly laughing as she tried to hold back tears. Her flesh stung, a burning pain that still flooded her even after his hand had left.

 

[Leopald]

"Do... Do you pretend I am her? Is that why you strike so hard?,"

Her words cut through him like a knife. The control he had was slipping. His mind flooded with the knowledge that he was inadequate. He'd failed to keep his wife happy, and now she was sleeping around.

Vince looked down at her exposed ass and pussy. He studied it like a painting. It was quite beautiful and sexy like this, angry and red cheeks trembling as he ran his hand over them. The soft flesh a stark contrast to his calloused fingers. And the firmness. It was something his wife hadn't had for years.

He paused. Here he was feeling up a young girl, ignoring protests, violating her. But it felt so right, for some reason. Why should his cheating wife have all the fun?

Vince's fingers traveled lower, seemingly on their own, and he smiled as they passed over her young pussy.

"So. You want to be treated like a woman, huh?" His eyes drifted from her sex to his erect member.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Ricki held her breath as he held his pose, half expecting another swat from his heavy hand, though partially wondering if maybe- just maybe, she had caused him to redirect his anger back to his wife. He had yelled at her for saying anything, but even he referenced the other woman in regard to her outside activities. It had to be driving him mad...

She had truly thought he was going to smack her behind once again as she felt his hand move, tensing as his fingers simply touched her still-burning skin. She shivered, her legs quivering against the table. God, this was almost worse than him spanking her. It was just so- odd. Frightening. What was he thinking?! "S-stop that..," she choked out, shaking her head. "Stop that now!"

A yelp left her lips as those wandering fingers snuck lower, trailing against her exposed sex. This wasn't funny anymore. Not that it was funny to begin with; but she hadn't expected him to go THIS far. "What... what do you think you are doing?! Let off of me! I will call home, I will tell them that... that you..." She trailed off, her threat failing to find completion.

 

[Leopald]

Vince heard her words, but didn't fully process them. He was too busy admiring a young, tight pussy. He hadn't even seen one in months, and it had been years since he'd seen one like this. It was beautiful.

He licked his lips as his fingers moved down a bit more and found her nub. He pinched and rubbed it lightly. If she was squirming, he wasn't noticing. He kept his weight on the small of her back and kept her from moving.

He moved from her clit and up to the outer lips. It was addictive, he just couldn't stop his fingers from exploring her folds, every little bit.

His cock was throbbing painfully, aching to dive into the tightness, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He thought about his wife's pussy; shaved clean, pretty little thing. He wondered just how many dicks had been inside her by now, in the months since she lost interest in his.

He had a strong desire to prove himself as a man. He poised himself to do just that.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She was trying to get him off. He seemed almost in a daze, as if hypnotized. That look in his eyes really scared her. Ricki had thought he was simply going to yell at her more, demand her to stay at the house- the typical punishment given to a teenager... Not this. This was-

A shriek left her as his fingers turned far braver, actually toying against her bud, the young woman he had pinned beneath him trying to push him off. She knew he was strong. She had seen him taking his laps, seen the body he kept hidden beneath his clothing. It was in open view right now, pressed against her, keeping her in this awkward position. She gasped sharply as he continued to roam, the feel if his fingertips brushing against her pussy lips. "I will scream. I will scream loudly for neighbors to hear!," She warned, glaring at him. "Do not you dare-!"

He was so close to her, that stare still holding in his eyes. Ricki was nearly shaking now, trying to push off from the table and get away from him. "You only want what Missus refuses to give- I refuse too, Arschloch!"

 

[Leopald]

For some reason the last words she spoke actually registered with him, breaking his trance-like state. "You only want what Missus refuses to give- I refuse too, Arschloch!" He stared at her, then looked down to where his hand had gone once again. He was a little shocked at how carried away he'd gotten, but it was nothing compared to the anger rising once again.

"You little bitch. You scream all you want, it will only get worse." He said, before licking his hand and running it up the length of her slit. He had to get her at least a little wet, to minimize the damage. His hand took a hold of her hair and he reached down for the towel that had been wrapped around him. It was in his hand as he positioned his cock to enter her young pussy. He was beyond the point of stopping it, and no matter how much his brain screamed no, his body just kept moving forward.

He wasn't entirely stupid, though, and he knew that screaming would attract unwanted attention. He balled up a fist-sized corner of the towel in his hand and readied it. He was waiting for her mouth to open in another protest or scream, then he planned on shoving the balled cloth into her obnoxious mouth.

Considering himself ready for that contingency, and with pre-cum dripping from his throbbing dick, he slowly pushed himself inside her.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She was beyond furious now, a rolling growl in her throat as she pushed and pulled against the table and his weight atop her, trying hard to get away from his touch. She choked slightly as he spoke, her eyes widening as the feel of his hand reached her flesh. "Don't...," She started in warning once again, crying out as he twined his fingers into her hair.

Her heart was racing now, feeling as though the pressure he put upon her back had caused it to slip from her chest to her throat. He was so close now. Ricki could feel him testing, the tip of his cock brushing against her folds. He wouldn't. He was testing her, he had to be. He wouldn't really dare to do it. She was sure of it.

Then why was she shaking so much? He was making it seem so real, like he truly was going to at any moment follow through completely on these little mind games. But he wouldn't truly dare attempt to-

Oh god. There it was. He was pressing into her, forcing the head of his cock inside her.
"Stop it- Stop it, please-" Her voice was no longer using anger, but rung out with her fear. He was truly doing it. "Stop... You son of bitch, STOP!" There was the fury. It found its way back, combining with her frightened words.

 

[Leopald]

It had been so long, but here was the feeling he'd been missing. A tight hole for his neglected manhood to enjoy. And god, was she tight. Not as wet as he would hope for, but he really shouldn't have been surprised about that. After all, she wasn't exactly thrilled about having him... But he didn't really care, not right now. What he did care about was the fact that her idle threats and pleas were distracting the hell out of him.

"Shut up, bitch," he growled as the balled-up corner of the towel was plopped into her open mouth as she shrieked some angry phrase about some wrong he was doing to her. He didn't really give a fuck at this point, all he knew was that his cock had found what it had craved for so long, and it was in heaven, nothing could stop him from fully enjoying what he was taking now.

His grip on her hair tightened as his pace increased gradually. His free hand slid over the curve of her ass, still flushed from his earlier spanking, and it was beautiful. His fingers grasped the firm flesh and squeezed, even as his hips propelled him into pure bliss. He'd have to remember to pull out, have to be careful. Too risky to cum inside her.

He lost track for a moment as he rubbed just the right way and sent a shock through his body. Oh, that was good. Subsequently, he yanked her head back a little harder. He released her hair just as quickly and grabbed her slender wrists, using her arms as leverage for more powerful thrusts now. He was a man on a mission now, and he might as well finish what he'd started. There was no turning back, not ever.

These thoughts consumed the back of his mind as he took what his wife had denied him and given so freely to others.

He hated that bitch.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Ricki shrieked furiously from behind the cloth jammed into her lips, the feel of the cotton pressing against her teeth as he yanked harder on her hair. She was nearly sobbing now, her eyes closed tightly as he continued to thrust into her. The remaining candles that had rested so neatly on his table were sent crashing to the floor, the crystal holders sounding to have smashed.

Too fast, too much. Ricki whimpered into the cloth, her hips jutting up sharply as he grabbed and pinched her flesh. Her fingers crept to the edge of the table, trying to pull herself further onto it, hoping that maybe that could help her to-

Oh fuck.

That hadn't helped at all. His movements had shifted, something new having really set him off. Had she caused that? Get back down, don't let him keep it! As soon as that thoguht came ot her head, his fingers released her hair, instead snatching the wrists that were exposed at the edge of the table and tugging them back parallel along her sides.

She screamed again, her arms contorting to accomodate and feeling as though they would pop from their sockets with the forces pushing and pulling her body and arms in opposite directions. He was getting harder with those thrusts, Ricki hearing him grunt and growl under his breath. She had pushed it too far... Too many taunts on his wife, reminders of what she was doing to him...

Her pussy burned now, both in pain from the rather dry start he had given her, the confusing interest her body had developed in his actions. She hated it- She hated him. How dare he?! How could she be possibly be- But there it was, even she could feel it. It was getting easier for his thrusts, her juices coating his cock, now aching for him to bring her relief.

She was sobbing now, the cries buried in that towel.

 

[Leopald]

She was getting wetter for him.

He could feel the definite change in sensation as he slid into her more freely now. Some part of her was enjoying this, and it made him redouble his efforts into her. His thrusts were more fluid now, as he maintained the presence of mind to rock his hips up and down with each push, hoping to hit that spot just right. All he needed was a little more time, and he knew he had to hold out.

Maybe he should try something else... He manipulated her wrists into one of his strong hands as the other reached under her sobbing form. Move some cloth, a firmer material... Ah, there it is. Her left breast was now free as his fingers roughly stimulated and exposed nipple. He concentrated on not applying too much pressure as he rolled and twisted it, pinching firmly. He wanted, needed her to enjoy it, after all. There was a part of him that still needed to be a man that could please a woman.

Oh, if he could keep this girl coming back for more, he would know that he was a man again. His wife was the problem in their relationship, not him. And he was going to prove it to Ricki in the only way he could at this point; he was going to make her cum before him.

Easier said than done, he thought as he felt his own release building, edging him closer and closer.

 

[Mephistophelily]

No, no, no-! He was going at it even harder now, his efforts now seeming to be made with an intention other than just the anger-fueled 'punishment' he had initially forced upon her. He had noticed too, hadn't he? She hated herself a thousand times more for that, whimpering into the towel as the resounding smack of his flesh against hers echoed in her ears over and over again.

His pace slowed momentarily, her wrists coming together in one of his strong hands as he leaned over her. She whined at that, the volume of her muffled noises growing as his fingers found her breast. It felt so...

...No...

She moaned. A needful, blissful moan that was swallowed up by the cotton. Ricki was sickened to hear it leaving her, even more at the fact she was now assisting him in those deep punishing thrusts. The head of his cock found her cervix as they connected with that hard wet smack, Ricki breathing so hard around that cloth.

Close.
Damn him-
So close-

She felt faint, her form tensing as she tried to keep her head up, but the result of his work made that far too hard to do. She screeched into the towel, her body tightening its hold on his shaft as she came, that aroused wetness that had guided his cock into her now becoming a flowing river of bliss down her thighs, those threatening white lights behind her eyelids now fully taking her vision.

 

[Leopald]

That was it, the moment he'd been holding out for. He felt her muscles clamp down around him, milking his already sensitive shaft at the same time everything became much wetter between them. She had cum. The knowledge was liberating, in so many ways. He could still make a woman scream in pleasure, she had just done it, muffled by the towel between her lips. He was floating on a virtual high now, his endorphins and adrenaline fueling him, speeding him towards his grand finish. He just needed a couple more- Oh God.

He pulled out suddenly, barely in time as he lifted her hands higher and his free hand grasped his cock. Immediately it began its spasms, each white hot rope of jizz landing in neat patterns, a stark and bold contrast to the pink flesh that they landed on. He hadn't cum that hard in years, and it showed. After what seemed like forever, the last little bit dripped from the head and fell silently onto her ass. He was spent.

The gravity of his actions hit him hard as he backed away, releasing her hands suddenly. The comfort of the booze had long since faded, and he was now afraid. Afraid that she would go to the cops, to the neighbors, her German family, anyone! He was going to jail. His cheating wife would get everything, and he would be labeled as a rapist forever. His head swam in confusion for precious moments as he continued to back away. The girl on his table was a demon to be fled, and quickly.

He wasn't really paying attention to his steps, and he bumped into the wall next to the kitchen. Where this mess had all started. He turned and looked, as if the wall had betrayed him. His eyes glanced over the kitchen floor, still cluttered with Ricki's belongings. Cigarettes. He stumbled in and reached down with a shaky hand. He lifted the pack and dumped it, over a dozen small white tubes cluttered together and tumbled to the floor. He needed one, badly. His fingers weren't really cooperating, but finally he had one. He placed it gingerly between his lips and grasped the lighter.

Just as the flame hit the end of the paper, there was a foreign vibrating sound that went off nearby. He looked around for the offender, desperately. Then he spotted it. Her cell phone. She could call the cops! Of course, his mind wasn't clear enough to realize the house phone was just as easy to use.

He picked up the black square and flipped it open, a trail of smoke flowing from his flared nostrils from the obscenely large drag he'd just taken. His nerves were finally calming a bit. Something appeared on the screen as the device opened. It was a text message with a picture attached.

Hey babe, hope ur ready for round 2 tonite, it read in poor English. But the picture caused the cigarette to drop from his lips forgotten. A familiar-looking face, happy, with a pair of dicks between her lips. Ricki?

"What the fuck?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Ricki could hear him, the sound of him finding his own release from his violation, feel him yanking free of her depths and allowing his seed to spill across her flesh. She whimpered again, her head in a haze as she rested her cheek against the table. It was cool, a comfort after the heat he had forced into her skin, still gasping for air around the towel as he released his grip on her hands.

He moved away, the brace of his hips against her no longer there to keep her to the tabletop.

She fell to the floor, a rather shambled pile as she finally spat out the towel. She couldn't move. She was afraid to stand. The whole room was spinning, that song that Herr Wilder sung as Willy Wonka echoing in her ears. No, don't try. Just... Just lay down. Lay down here.

Her head against the floor, she watched his feet pass against the tiles of the kitchen, heard every action he made in the other room.... Then silence. What was he doing? What had he found now?! He wasn't coming back to do it again, was he?!

"What the fuck?"

Get up. Get up now.
She forced her legs to cooperate, stumbling quickly from the dining room to instead fumble down the hall, shoving the door to his study open and slamming it closed behind her.

That bastard...
She bit her lip, looking around. The wireless phone at the side of his desk caught her eye, Ricki snatching it up and trying to turn it on. It blipped for a moment, giving her a brief dialtone- only to cut short as the battery died. The base was in the kitchen... How long had he kept it in here? Damn it.

She tried again.
"I call police, you asshole!," She screamed, trying to hit 0 before it cut out once more. "I tell them what you do to me!"

 

[Leopald]

Vince was on autopilot now, staring at the picture on the phone. He heard Ricki's voice saying something about the cops, but she was in his office. That phone had been dead since just after his call from her principal. He walked slowly towards his office door, his eyes glued to the small device.

There was something in the background, blurry. Were those more naked bodies in the background? How many people were there in this photo. He shook his head and couldn't help but smile. Here was his out, his free pass. He forwarded the text with photo to his own phone and email for safe-keeping. Then he opened the door, walked in, and grinned at the German girl in front of him.

He held up her phone, picture plainly displayed and open for her to see. He studied her face as he held up the phone. He just couldn't hide his grin at this point. He had her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had created this situation, dug her own grave, and now she was stuck in it. And he was going to enjoy it.

"Care to explain this?" He asked.

His wife was fucking people on the side, now he could get away with his own hanky panky, and this was his moment to shine. The phone was practically in Ricki's face now, as he waited for a response.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Ricki kept trying to get the phone to cooperate, only to have it continue to give a bleak blip and die each time. She glanced up as she heard him walking down the hall, a bit worried on why he wasn't coming any faster than the seemingly leasure stroll he was taking. She had threatened to turn him in! Didn't he care?!

"Damned phone. Why do you not work?," She hissed furiously, setting it back on the desk and rubbing her eyes. She was crying. She felt the wetness under her fingers, sighing softly as she tried to calm down. Her cell phone. She could use that. It should be...

She screamed as he opened the door, backing against his desk. "Out! Get out, get away!," She shouted, picking up the dead phone and threatening to throw it at him. "Do not you touch m-"

Ricki froze. He was smiling... and had her cell phone. Why did he have her cell phone? The face was open, something on the screen that she couldn't quite make out as he started toward her. She paled as it finally came into a closer view, Vince holding it out proudly as he approached nearer still.

Kevin had kept those pictures. He had promised to delete them... Not to send them to her!

"Care to explain this?"
He was grinning. It made her stomach ill.

"Is... Is not what you think. I was- It..." She stammered in her thoughts as he pressed the screen closer still, Ricki giving a sudden shriek and snatching the phone from his hand. "Get out of my face!," She yelled, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Her own mistake... her own choice. But that had BEEN her choice, hadn't it? Kevin had said no one would find out, that she could have one amazing memory of the States... The whole team...

They had asked. They hadn't forced. She had agreed.
AGREED.

"Is different than you...," She whispered hoarsely, refusing to look at him.

 

[Leopald]

"Not expecting that, were you? And what do you think your parents would say? Or maybe if the picture was posted somewhere where everyone could see?"

Vince closed the remaining distance between them, he pressed her against the wall, his hands on her wrists and locked above her head. His nose ran along her cheek and he inhaled her scent. She smelled of light perfume and sweat now.

"So I have another proposition for you," he murmured into her ear. "You see, I sent that little picture to a couple of sources, and am willing to keep them to myself. But you gotta be willing to help me out."

He paused and stroked her neck. "Obviously, you know all about the 'Missus' and her nights out. So, you help me get through that, and I'll help you keep your secret."

He brushed his lips across hers and smiled wickedly.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Kevin said... he would delete. That it would not be keeping..."

Her voice was shaking. He was right; she hadn't expected that to resurface. Kevin had only said it was a snap for the others to see at the moment, that it wasn't going to be kept. The others had taken a few as well and-

Her eyes widened, the thought of any MORE messages trying to come in suddenly coming to mind. Oh god. No no no no. His threats to send them home, to send them out... Just one picture was horrifying enough, but if others ended up in his hands too-

She cried out as he pressed her against the wall, whimpering as she closed her eyes, trying to pull her hands from his grip. "Off...," She whispered again, shaking as he moved his face against hers. The smell of the cigarettes and alcohol that had gotten her in trouble was also strong on him- a scent that actually sickened her right now.

Her heart raced as he growled in her ear, explaining the 'proposition' he had in mind. Other copies, that quickly... She took a sharp breath as he offered to keep them hidden, waiting to hear what he wanted in return.

"Help... get through?," She asked softly, cringing as he brought his lips to dust hers. He didn't have to say anything further for her to understand, simply the look in his eyes revealed the intent of his words. "You want more like table. You want me to..."

She really did feel ill. She was shaking so bad she felt like she was going to fall to the floor... but he was holding her, gripping her wrists against that wall. She wanted to say no. She really, really wanted to say no. She closed her eyes again.

"I do it." She looked back up at him, the fury she held toward him blazing in her gaze, narrowing them before she spat on his cheek. "Bastard."