Chapter Eleven
Carnival
Jessica was on her back, tightly tied at her knees, thighs and ankles, her arms thrust over her head, rope pinning them to the headboard, her naked breasts rising and falling. She was naked; she seemed always to be naked when around Michael. His visits had become more frequent, as the end of the summer neared. He said he had so much to teach her, though Jessica suspected that he just enjoyed using her body. She let him do anything he wanted and was always surprised at the new things he thought of.
Henri''s visits had tapered off, the planning for Carnival at the end of the week taking all of his time. Jessica had heard so much, yet knew so little about it. All said it was the party of the year; all guests required to attend in costume and masked. Anything would go at the party, but when Jessica inquired as to just what went on, people refused to say, telling her she had to experience it.
Her legs pulled up to her chest, Michael''s hands running down her legs, her pussy peeking out from between clenched thighs, her anus exposed. He slapped her ass, feeling the skin heating up immediately. He could see her juices flowing.
Michael looked down at her naked body, her shaved pussy glistening in the room''s light. His hand caressed her flesh, soft and silky, even after the times he had used a whip or flogger on her. He slapped her ass, her body flinching, his large hand completely encircling her twin bound ankles, holding her legs high up in the air, keeping her exposed thighs available to him. He fisted his cock and placed it against her pussy, the head slipping between her tightly clasped pussy lips, sliding on her wetness to find her grasping vagina. Her bound legs and thighs would make her tight for him, tighter than usual. It was not that he was complaining, he just loved having a girl bound, a lesson Jessica had long since learned. He shoved hard, his mushroom head pushing aside all resistance and slamming forcefully inside her. He loved the sound of her tiny yelp of pain. He pressed down on her legs, forcing them back further, her ass raising up from the bed as he fucked his cock in deeper, feeling it pinched by her clenching pussy. He finally buried himself inside her, her hot insides wrapped tightly around his cock. He kept it inside her, not moving. “"Make me cum without me moving my cock. Squeeze my cock with your pussy until I shoot inside you.""
Jessica began to tighten her pussy on his cock, clenching, relaxing and clenching, on and on, her tightly bound legs keeping him trapped inside her pussy. It was more than half an hour before she made him cum, her body drained from the constant tightening of her muscles. She felt her body filled with his hot wetness, the cock jerking as it shot his cum deep inside her constricting pussy. He did not move, content to lie inside her.
""I want you to attend the Carnival with me.""
He surprised her. “"I would love that,"” she said, honored that he wanted her like that. At night, he was different; during the day, the Master of the house, her employer. “"What should I wear?""
""Just be naked in your room at 8 P. M. Saturday night. I will bring your costume.""
""Yes, Master,"” she replied. She felt him slip his hand between her tightly clenched thighs, seeking out her clit. He found the hard button, his fingers beginning the gentle masturbation she so loved. She felt his cock begin to stir inside her, the shaft hard, filling her up. She began to squeeze him again, wanting to make him cum anew when she did. Wanting to please him.
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She stood in the center of the room, naked, her legs spread, facing the door. Her arms were behind her neck, her fingers interlaced, her elbows pushed out to the side. Her tits were pushed upright by the pose, her back arched. She was proud of the way her body performed for him, eager to please. She had shaved her pussy bald as Michael had instructed, her lips already swollen with desire, the faint smell of pussy filling the room.
Michael entered, pleased at her appearance. He wore a pair of black leather pants that clung to his body, especially his cock; no shirt, his muscular chest tanned from the Haitian sun. “"You''re a very good girl, Jessica.""
He handed her a pair of four-inch black high heels, with leather straps that would run around her ankles, making sure they would not fall off, and a pair of thigh high, white stockings. “"Put them on."” He watched her sit, her knees bending outward as she pulled the white stockings up until they went above her knees, the elastic band holding them tight, her thighs still naked. Then she placed the shoes on her feet, unaware or maybe just too aware of the view of her pussy she was affording him. She stood up, slightly shaky on such high shoes, the muscles in her legs straining as she perched on them. “"Very beautiful,"” he commented then handed her a white dress. “"Put this on.""
It wasn''t much of a dress, a very thin material with a slit up each side. When she walked, it would pull back, leaving a large expanse of naked flesh visible. “"Panties?""
He shook his head.
She pulled the dress over her head, not even bothering to ask about a bra. The side of the dress was open from below her armpit to the hem, only a tiny patch of material keeping it gathered at her waist. Her ample breasts would be visible from the side, especially as she walked. The material was silky, her nipples hardening into tiny buds the minute the material ran over them. The bottom of the dress barely covered her crotch. She dared not bend over, as it would ride up her back if she did. But she knew that was the purpose. “"Pleased, Master?""
""No, but I will be."” He pulled out two fur-lined leather cuffs for her wrists. She held out her wrists as he put them on, tightening them. Metal rings hung from the sides. Rings that she knew would be used to secure her. She raised up each leg, making sure that Michael got a good view of her naked pussy as he put ankle cuffs on also, with similar rings in them.
She was a little shocked when he brought out a collar, a thick two-inch leather dog collar. “"Why?""
""You are going as my slave."” He fitted the leather collar around her neck, feeling her gulps as the leather collar began to tighten on her neck, constraining her. The thickness would keep her head upright, not allowing her to look down. The collar was surrounded with the metal rings. Her arms, even her legs could be attached, allowing for some very interesting and provocative positions.
She was a little nervous now. He picked up each wrist and attached them to her neck collar in the back, forcing her elbows out to the front, her hands behind her. Her breasts rose up higher, the skirt pulling up. He attached a leash to the collar, the other end in his hand. He put on a black leather mask, tiny slits for his eyes and nose. He put a leather hood over her head. The thin leather seemed to mold over every feature of her face as he forced then smoothed the leather down over her nose, two tiny holes allowing her to breathe, further still to cover her cheeks and over her chin. There was an opening for her mouth, a thick leather ridge running around the edge. She felt so constrained by the hood, the pressure of the leather on her, molding to her skin, as if it was getting tighter the longer it stayed on her.
No one would be able to recognize her face, though he did suspect some would recognize her body. The nose holes had small flaps that could be pushed into place, blocking the breathing through the nose. The mouth had rings to allow various types of ball gags, mouth stretchers or other means to enable or disable the use of the mouth. He pulled on some of the strings on the side, tightening the leather to her face, feeling her begin to panic.
""Do not embarrass me tonight, or I will have to punish you,"” he warned her, tugging on the leash, pulling her out of the room into the hallway. He knew he would punish her anyway tonight, no matter how good she was.
Jessica tried to keep her balance as she learned how to walk on the high heels. The collar kept her from looking down, the hood limiting her peripheral vision and Michael pulled on the leash as she lagged behind making her feel clumsy as she followed him.
""I will call you “"J"” tonight."” Her breasts bounced as she walked, her nipples getting harder as the silky garment continually rubbed up and down on them. Her naked legs flashed as she walked, the short skirt pulling away with each forward step. Her hips swayed seductively, the silky garment clinging to every curve and crevice. He let her walk ahead, admiring her ass, almost able to discern the crease in her butt cheeks as they swayed from side to side. “"You look very enticing, J. My guests will love you.""
""Thank you, Master,"” she mumbled, the hood making it difficult to talk. She glanced into a mirror they passed in the hall, surprised at how she looked. Exactly like a slave. With her arms bound to her neck, she had no way to protect herself. The hood was scary to her; it could be used to block her mouth and nose, to stop her from breathing. She was almost naked, the thin, short dress leaving little to the imagination. If you looked in just the right place, you could see her breasts bouncing free under the garment, or her naked pussy beneath the short skirt.
When they entered the large hall in the manor, there had to be over 200 guests and all eyes were on her and Michael. Jessica saw every conceivable type of costumes. Some of the women were dressed as little girls, their partners the fathers. All manner of historical costumes could be found, from Cleopatra to the Pope. Jessica recognized most of the servants working the hall, their costumes consisting of only skirts or pants, naked from the waist up, male or female. She caught a glimpse of Charisse, her breasts bouncing as she walked, carrying a tray of cocktail glasses, unconcerned about being naked in front of so many strangers. Many of the guests wore more revealing costumes, Jessica included in that group.
""Darling, how was your summer?"” A tall, leggy blonde approached them, embracing Michael. She wore an outfit similar to Michael''s, tight leather pants that clung to every shapely curve of her body, a leather vest that could barely contain a luscious pair of tits, the tight leather pushing them up, almost bursting out. In her hand she held a riding crop that she smacked back and forth against her leg.
""Heather, I hoped you would make it. How is my wife? Have you seen Jerome, yet?""
Jessica was surprised. Was this Michael''s mysterious wife? She stepped back, afraid of the being seen with Michael, not sure how possessive his wife was.
""Yes, he tells me he had such a lovely summer. And he had so many good things to say about his au pair, Jessica. Could this be the enchanting mistress?"” She gazed over at Jessica.
""J, this is my wife, Heather. Say hello to her.""
""Hello, Ma''am,"” she blurted out from behind the hood.
""It looks like she enchanted you also, Michael. But isn''t trained very well."” She slapped Jessica on her inner thigh with the riding crop. Jessica jumped from the mistreatment. “"It is Mistress to you,"” she corrected her.
""Yes, Mistress!"” she immediately responded, her thigh burning from the bite of the crop.
""Heather and I have an arrangement for the summer, J. I get to play with a nice girl like you or some of the staff and Heather goes off to find a nice young man or girl, depending on her inclination for the summer. You see, we both have dominant personalities, so we tend to clash sexually.""
""Yes, Master."” She looked at Heather. “"Yes, Mistress.""
""A young man this year, Michael. But after seeing Jessica, I now yearn for a female. They can be so much more submissive. Is she trained, Michael?""
""We will find out tonight, as we do each year. Why not inspect her, yourself?""
Heather grabbed the leash and began to tug. “"Over here, J."” She pulled her over to the center of the room. Even though the music was rather loud, many people watched as they passed, eager to see what she would do with the new slave. They approached a small stage, barely three feet higher than the floor. “"Up,"” she ordered Jessica.
Jessica stepped up, her short dress riding up high over her naked ass as she struggled to maintain her balance in the heels without falling off the stage. The stage was only about six feet square. In the floor were various metal rings. Jessica feared that they would be used to secure her.
Heather eyed Jessica''s body shimmering in the bright light. There was a large lamp above the stage, bathing those below. Heather reached out and lightly touched her breasts.
""Such sensitive nipples."” Heather''s fingers grazed over the hard tips, feeling them get harder. She looked in Jessica''s face, her fingers grasping the erect nubs and pinching them tighter, watching Jessica''s eyes as she increased the pressure on the rubbery tips. “"Like a little pain, do you?""
Jessica arched her back, pushing her breasts into Heather''s hands, giving her the answer she wanted. Her hands seemed to mold Jessica''s breasts in her palms, squeezing the ripe flesh. “"First things first,"” she said. She unclipped Jessica''s wrists from the collar, letting her stretch her arms for a moment, watching as her breasts bounced beneath the flimsy garment. “"Ever been with a girl before, J? Ever had girl sex?""
""No, Mistress,"” she responded, her arms feeling better after stretching them out.
""They know just the right things to do, just the right places to arouse you, just the right amount of pain to keep you in a fevered pitch. Too bad you are leaving tomorrow. But we still have tonight."” A small group of people had come over, mostly men, eager to see Jessica''s lovely naked body. “"Turn around, J. Move forward, stand over the mirror in the floor.""
Jessica realized she was so nervous, she hadn''t noticed the mirror when she first stepped up on the stage. A small mirror, about three feet wide by two feet long was embedded in the floor. She stepped over to it, standing on the shiny surface, still unable to look down, the collar preventing it. She felt the riding crop slip between her legs, slapping back and forth between her thighs, hitting the tender flesh, the leather stinging as it hit her.
""Spread your legs, J. You''ve been trained to do that, I''m sure. To the outside of the mirror."” She slapped her thighs back and forth until Jessica complied, loving the sound of leather on tender female flesh. Michael pressed a button, tilting the mirror on an angle in front of her, a bright light from below shining up between Jessica''s legs. With the angle of the mirror and the lights, Jessica''s sex was highlighted to the audience that grew larger the longer they were up on the stage.
Jessica felt the heat from the bulbs slipping under her short dress, bathing her sex in the high temperature and light. She knew she was exposed, just not how exposed. Her hands hung to her sides, waiting for further orders, afraid to move, her thighs still smarting from the riding crop.
""Good girl, J. Now, I want you to bend over. Keep your knees straight and grab your ankles."” She let her hands run over Jessica''s ass before she pushed down on her back, urging her to comply. “"You are so open, J. That little dress is half way up your back now, your ass naked."” She ran her hands over Jessica''s ass cheeks, rubbing the soft flesh, making Jessica feel her nakedness as she bent over, her ankles gripped tightly. Heather moved down near her arms.
""Just to make it easier for you,"” she clipped the wrist cuffs to Jessica''s ankle cuffs, securing her in the bent over position.
Blood rushed to her head, her hair falling to the floor, her breasts pulling downward to the floor. The back of her legs quickly began to ache, her muscles straining to keep her knees locked, bent at the waist.
Heather stood in front of Jessica, leaning over to grab her ass cheeks, spreading them apart with her fingers, the audience having an unobstructed view as her anus came into sight. “"Still looks tight. Michael must enjoy being in your hot, snug asshole. He always was an ass man. He likes it better than pussy."” She moved around to the side of Jessica, reaching out to her pussy, her feminine fingers grasping her lips and pulling them back for all observers to see. “"Look at that tight pussy and asshole. “"
Jessica felt a finger enter her pussy, not the calloused finger of a man, but a soft feminine touch. She squirmed as it slid inside her, her pussy already wet from being exhibited naked before the guests. She moaned silently, squeezing the finger with her inner muscles.
""Such a nice grip she has, she must be a remarkable fuck,"” Heather told the growing audience. Some of the women came over to their men, hands reaching out and grabbing hard cocks, rubbing them as they watched Jessica''s humiliation. “"She creams nicely."” She pulled her finger from Jessica, slipping it into her own mouth, sucking it as if it was a cock. “"And such a tasty one, too. Young pussy has such a sweet fragrance to it.""
She wanted the finger back; her pussy wet and aroused. She didn''t care who was watching or that it was a woman who was doing it. All she cared about was having a finger back in her pussy.
""Should I test her asshole?"” Heather asked the audience.
""Yes!"” the crowd offered. “"Two fingers!"” someone shouted out, “"let her feel it.""
Heather let her finger slip back up Jessica''s pussy, noticing that she was wetter than before. “"You''re enjoying this, aren''t you, J? Grip my finger and get it wet. They want me to stick two fingers up your ass.""
Jessica let her pussy grip the finger, clenching and unclenching on it as Heather began to run it in and out, gathering up her juices as she did. Her pussy felt empty again, but she knew that it would be her asshole that would receive the reaming next. She didn''t have to wait long. A finger slowly and gently circled the tiny, brown, wrinkled hole. Even though she had been fucked in the ass with fingers and sometimes with large cocks, it always seemed to shrink back down to a tight, tiny opening. It was true what she''d been told; it was like constantly being a virgin.
Heather teased the small hole, putting pressure on her finger as she circled the opening, seeing the small hole pucker from the rude fondling. She jammed two fingers in Jessica''s asshole hard, pushing past the protective muscle into her rectum. She had to hold Jessica, keeping her from falling, shocked at the brutal thrust in her asshole, expecting a gentle fondling like her pussy received.
""Ahhhh ... “” she moaned in pain, as the finger scraped inside her rectum, yet her sphincter clenched on the two fingers as Jessica felt the fullness again.
""Such a magnificent asshole. Very hot and tight, good grip. Her muscles clench so nicely. She was built to be sodomized."” She gave Jessica a quick jab deep inside her, extracting another gasp of pain, then her fingers withdrew, the pucker still open, waiting for the return of her fingers.
Heather reached down to Jessica"s legs, unsnapping her cuffs from her ankles, letting her body rise up. “"Turn around,"” she ordered Jessica, “"and spread your legs wide again.""
Jessica faced the group of people watching her, about twenty of them, plus Michael grinning at her. She saw one girl, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit in front of one of the men, her head bouncing up and down, his large cock splitting her lips, her cheeks bulging each time he pulled her head onto his cock. She felt Heather snapping the ankle cuffs into a pair of rings in the floor, leaving her spread open again. Her arms were pulled up, attached to the collar, her elbows jutting outward, her breasts rising, her skirt riding up over her crotch.
Heather pulled her dress up, tucking it in, leaving Jessica naked from the waist down. “"Such an inviting target."” Heather tapped the riding crop on the insides of Jessica"s thighs, slapping it back and forth between them, each time moving higher and higher. She reached down, touching Jessica"s pussy, pulling back her lips. “"Just as I thought, you"re ready to cum.""
The riding crop swung up from the floor, hitting Jessica on the lower part of her pussy. Jessica jerked her hips backwards, then pushed forward again. “"Yes, you obey well. But this time, I don"t want you to shy away from the whip.""
The whip hit her squarely on her sex. Pain shot up, and Jessica bit on her lip, keeping her body rigid, not flinching away from the harsh leather riding crop. The crop slid between her thighs. Jessica bowed out her legs, accommodating the leather crop moving between her pussy lips.
Heather began to slide the crop up and down between Jessica"s pussy lips, noting Jessica''s tiny yelps of pain when a hard push or a snag on the normally smooth shaft of the crop would scrape her tender inner lips. The crop turned dark, Jessica"s juices staining the leather as she sawed it back and forth between her legs. Heather pulled it out and snapped it harshly upward. Jessica rose on her toes as the crop banged painfully into her sex. Two more sharp slaps to her lower pussy, slapping the puffy lips back and forth before moving up, snapping the crop over her lips as she moved from the bottom to the top, beating Jessica''s tender flesh.
Jessica"s body was rigid as she endured the constant barrage on her pussy, her flesh steaming, her pussy lips swelling. Just when she thought she couldn"t endure anymore, the whip slipped through her pussy again, this time the tip starting at the bottom and pushing hard against her sex as it spread her lips, making the journey from the bottom of her slit to the top, the tip rubbing harshly against her clitoris. After going up and down three times, Jessica"s hips began to move, pushing her pussy into the crop harder, craving the pleasure it was giving her.
Heather saw that she could not last much longer. She played the shaft of the crop up and down between the swollen lips, would pull it out and slapping three times, each time harder, making sure she hit the fat lips, forcefully pushing them out of the way so the leather would slap her tender pink insides or better yet, her swollen clitoris. She watched her juices splatter as the leather crop slapped hard.
Jessica had her eyes closed, her hips thrust forward. Pushing her pussy out, not caring where the shaft of the crop masturbated her or the slaps landed, they both blended into a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. She bowed out her legs, opening her sex for the crop, eager to cum. Heather moved the crop faster and faster, the pain increasing with each unyielding strike, the pleasure increasing as the shaft moved back and forth between her lips, always making sure it rubbed harshly over her hard clit.
""God, yes!"” Jessica cried out. Heather slapped her pussy hard, swinging the crop up from the floor so she could get more powerful strokes. That was all Jessica needed, the leather strap hitting her swollen clitoris, slapping hard, the pain radiating all through her sex. “"Oh, yes! Harder!"” she pleaded, shaking and trembling, the riding crop dragging a powerful orgasm from her body, coming before all of the people watching her, the faces watching her making it even more exciting.
Heather slid the crop up and down her drenched slit, letting Jessica''s cum soak the leather, keeping her orgasm from ending quickly. She unsnapped the ankle cuffs from the rings on the stage, Jessica able to close her legs now, Heather, leading her off the stage by the leash.
Jessica was now embarrassed, the crowd around her clapping as she was led from the stage, pleased at how she had cum for them.
""Such a nice little pet, Michael,"” Heather complimented him.
""Come, J."” Michael pulled her along by the leash, moving among the throng of guests.
""Evening."” She heard the voice and instantly recognized the Senator''s voice. She looked up and saw the Senator smiling at her. “"And I recognize this beauty.""
""I didn''t know you two had met."” Michael was puzzled at the Senator''s comment.
""Yes, on the plane when she first arrived here. A very enjoyable plane ride. She was a very eager and willing girl. I''m sure she has improved,"” he said, noticing her body peaking out from the meager garment draped over it.
""Well, have you improved?"” Michael spoke to Jessica.
""Yes, Master, I hope I have,"” Jessica answered.
""Do you mind if I have her again?"” The Senator was not particular as to which one answered him, remembering only the lovely body Jessica had.
Michael looked at Jessica, nodding his approval. “"She would love to.""
Jessica moved toward the Senator, Michael handing the leash to him. She felt herself being led over to a long bench situated at the side of the room. Next to the bench a couple was engaged in sex, the girl on her knees, her mouth wrapped around the large cock of the man. She had a schoolgirl outfit on, his hands guiding her head up and down by her pigtails. She gurgled as she swallowed the load of cum he shot in her mouth, his semen dripping from the corners. They stood, nodding to Michael as they moved off, leaving the three of them alone.
The Senator pulled the leash off of Jessica, remembering the flight they had taken together. His hands reached out to her dress, pulling it from her body, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle. He watched as she stepped out of it, spreading her legs slightly. His cock hardened at the sight of her breasts, her nipples erect from the constant rubbing of the silky material on them, the areolas large, highlighted by the white flesh surrounding them. Moving his hands to her stomach, he felt her body shake as he touched her, up to her breasts, his eyes staring at hers. He clenched his large hands around her globes, hefting them up, loving the feeling of the firm flesh in his hands. “"Have you clamped her nipples yet?""
""No, though she does tend to like a little pain with her pleasure,"” Michael said, smiling as he watched the Senator rubbing his fingertips over her nipples, making them stick out, hard rubbery tips that ached to be squeezed hard. She did not have to wait long. The Senator''s thick fingers, eager, tightened just behind the swollen nipples, squeezing, the dark red nipples looking like they would pop as the blood was forced to the tips.
The Senator pulled up on her nipples, watching her rise up on her toes as he stretched them in the air, the flesh distorted. Her mouth clenched tightly, enduring the pain he was inflicting on her tits. His other hand reached down to her pussy, feeling her spread her legs wider for him, opening up for his examination. “"Good girl."” His fingers found her slit, pushing between the thick lips, finding her pussy wet with desire. “"Just as I thought. Soaked! Put your feet back flat on the ground,"” he ordered her. He kept his hands still as she slowly lowered her feet, her nipples forced to stretch and tear, Jessica inflicting her own pain on her body. She grunted when her feet were firmly planted on the ground, seeing her stretched nipples in front of her face.
She felt a sudden relief as his fingers left her nipples, followed by a sharp pain as the blood rushed to the nipples. His fingers continued to rub up and down her slit, her hips beginning a gentle rocking as she enjoyed his masturbation of her body. She looked around. At least twenty faces watched her naked body put through its paces by the Senator.
""Turn around,"” she was ordered, and turned her back to the Senator. Feeling his hands grasping her taut buttocks, she relaxed her cheeks, knowing where he was going with his fingers. She was not disappointed. As he stretched her cheeks wide, she felt the cool air of the room on her anus as the tiny hole was pulled open.
The Senator''s fingers circled just inside the wrinkled opening, feeling the muscle try to push it out, fighting the intrusion of the intimate opening. “"I see you have sodomized her. Is she trained to make you cum with her asshole?""
""Yes, such a grip she has. Once I sheathed my cock inside her, not moving, making her squeeze it until I came. It took her a half an hour but it was the most exquisite feeling. It was like a velvet glove massaging my cock. You should take her in the ass if you haven''t already,"” Michael laughed, not knowing how far he had gone with her on the airplane ride, Jessica always surprising him.
""Has she taken two at a time yet?"” the Senator asked, knowing that Henri had also probably enjoyed her body during the summer.
""Yes, but one always in her mouth. She has never had a cock in her pussy and one in her asshole at the same time.""
""Would you care to join me in showing Jessica what it feels like to be so stuffed between her legs, to feel two hard, pulsating cocks splitting her up the middle? If you don''t mind, I would want to be in her asshole.""
""I would love to. Her pussy is already tight, with a cock in her ass, it''ll grip my cock like a vise."” Michael lay down on the bench, his hand reaching up to grip his cock, aiming it straight up in the air, the thick, red head gleaming with pre-cum.
""Jessica, impale your pussy on his cock."” His fingers still in her asshole urged her to place her legs on either side of Michael''s body, straddling the thick piece of meat that was already pressing between her legs. She almost had to stand on her toes to keep it from going inside her instantly.
Michael''s hard cock teased her vagina, burning hot, swollen, probing her opening. He slipped a couple of inches inside her, the large rubbery head pushing aside all resistance, her vagina clinging to the shaft as he slowly entered her. She pushed down again, her pussy taking six inches of hard cock inside, grunting as he filled her up. She lowered again, taking it all inside her, stretching her vagina open to receive the hot flesh, her hot tight walls gripping him and pulling on skin as it impaled her. She struggled as his cock slid inside her wet tunnel, his round hard knob burying itself hard against her cervix. Hands reached behind her, playing with her buttocks, pulling apart her cheeks, opening her anus up.
Michael watched her vagina cling to his cock when she pulled it from her and only when the head was gripped just beneath the rim did she plunge back down, her body rocking from the powerful thrust, his fingers underneath keeping her raised up and fucking back. Her tits danced on her chest. The Senator''s fingers rubbed her anal opening, entering her hot rectum, fighting her reluctant sphincter.
Jessica felt full again, Michael''s hard cock squeezing painfully into her young, tight body. A finger entered her anus, sliding into the buttery depths of her rectum forcing a pained gasp, stretching her open, making her ready for two fingers to plunge inside, to pack her ass with fingers and her crotch with cock. She felt stuffed, a mass of pleasure, fingers meshing with the cock arousing her to a fevered pitch, again. She barely remembered the audience with their eyes glued to her rocking figure, being fucked, while fingers readied her asshole.
Michael''s cock clung to the walls of her pussy, sliding along, fucking her faster and faster. The Senator''s hands pushed down on her back, her sharply pointed nipples pushed into Michael''s naked chest, his hand pressing her body to his. She felt the Senator behind her, his hot cock rubbing up and down her ass crack, sliding over her swollen anus. She felt a warm liquid poured on her, a thick finger forcing it inside, lubricating her anal tract for his hard cock.
Michael stilled his cock, buried in her velvety insides, jerking in pleasure as she squirmed above him, knowing that the Senator was readying her asshole to be sodomized. He looked at her face, her eyes wide open as she felt the big head of the Senator''s cock pressing against her anus, the steely weapon slowly forcing itself in the tiny hole.
She screamed in pain. Michael''s mouth pressed against hers, smothering her scream as she felt like her body being torn open by a jackhammer, the two hard cocks trying to bury themselves simultaneously in her tiny openings. She shuddered violently, her pussy clasping onto Michael''s cock in reaction to the pain, the terrible burning and tearing as her anus was slowly forced to accept the hot flesh sliding into the buttery insides of her hot rectum, her sphincter in spasms of pain. It felt like one giant cock between her legs instead of two.
""Slowly, please, slowly,"” she begged as the Senator''s hips moved forward, her asshole forced to take his rigid member in powerful jabs, plunging in and out, each time burying itself deeper into depths of her colon. She gritted her teeth as she was sodomized by the thick cock, feeling the twin members lying side by side between her legs, hard, pulsating flesh. Michael made his cock jerk inside her pussy; the Senator did the same, both of them buried inside her, twitching in pleasure.
""Relax, Jessica. Don''t fight it,"” Michael comforted her.
She braced for the impact when the Senator grabbed her tightly by the hips, slowly drawing his cock out of her asshole.
The Senator watched her anus grip his shaft as he slowly pulled it from her, a giant rubber band wrapped tightly around his cock. He couldn''t believe how stretched she was, Michael''s cock right below, her vagina wrapped tightly around him. He felt Michael''s hands lifting her off of his cock, both of them leaving her holes temporarily vacant, but not for long. When both cocks were gripped just beneath the heads, their hips shot forward, burying the hard meat inside her clenching body.
Just when she felt some relief from the twin shafts inside her body, they smashed back inside her like a freight train, shoving aside all resistance to smash into her cervix and to bury within her colon, her body trying to bend to stop the terrible cramping they caused. She could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling as they began to fuck her, again. First one cock would be pulled from her body while the other pushed in. Then they changed, both cocks burying themselves inside her, feeling like her insides were being pushed aside for the dual cocks. They buried their cocks, smashing against her insides. She felt them swell, imagining the cum running up from their balls, through their shafts, bathing her pussy and asshole with their hot juices. She came when they did, from the cock twitching deep inside her colon, giving her a sperm enema and from Michael''s cock twitching and jerking, leaving his wetness deep inside her pussy. She bucked as the orgasm came, eyes opened wide, the audience watching her cum, naked and exposed, two powerful men taking her body as she lay, now submissively, pinned between the twin members coming inside her.
Epilogue
Home-Cumming
Jessica sat in the first row of Professor Johnson''s Advanced Child Psychology class. She had worn her most provocative outfit—a tee shirt that barely covered her breasts, her tanned stomach naked. The cold classroom was making her nipples hard, pressing out the thin material. She knew he would see her dark brown areolas through the almost sheer material. She had bought a very short, plaid “"schoolgirl"” wrap-around skirt that opened with just a pull of the belt.
The Professor smiled when he entered the room. He had heard she was back, Michael filling him in on the details of her summer. He masturbated after seeing her name on his roster, the thought of doing all of the things Michael had done to her filling his mind. “"Good morning, Jessica. I trust you had a profitable and instructive summer. I hope you used the training you learned in my classes.""
The classroom was still empty, Jessica having shown up early, eager to surprise the Professor. She looked into his eyes, then down to his crotch, seeing how hard his cock was already. She smiled, then slowly parted her legs, her hands moving down to her skirt, pulling the already short garment up higher as her bottom slid to the edge of the chair and her legs spread for him. She watched his eyes as they shifted to her clean-shaven pussy so boldly exposed by her widespread legs.
""Yes, Professor. I made lots of money; no need to work part-time this semester. Even better, I learned so many new things about myself. I have you to thank for that, Professor. I am deeply indebted to you. Anything, and I mean anything I can do to show my appreciation would barely repay you for the enlightenment I have received. I still have so much more to learn and experience. Master assured me that you would be more than willing to further my education.""
The other students began to come into the room. Jessica pulled her short skirt down but kept her legs parted, Professor Johnson only able to imagine what was in the darkened region between her legs.
""Come to my office at seven tonight. And be prompt. I don''t abide lateness."” He turned from Jessica, not waiting for an answer, but moved behind the lectern, the class beginning.
Jessica entered Professor Johnson''s office at exactly 7:05, five minutes late. She had stood outside the door, waiting for over ten minutes until she was sure she would be late. She was not disappointed. She found herself bent over the desk, her head resting on the smooth, cold wood, her arms reaching out and gripping the other side. She felt hands on her legs, rubbing her inner thighs before urging them outward until her ankles were at the corners, stretched wide, the familiar feel of leather straps wound around them almost making her cum. She felt the cold air on her ass as her skirt was pulled up and laid on her back, her naked ass cheeks exposed to his gaze. She kept her ass relaxed as he''d instructed while he caressed her taut flesh, his large hands grabbing a cheek and squeezing it like a melon.
She bit her lip when the large wooden ruler hit. He moved systematically up and down her thighs before working on her ass cheeks. Her hands clenched on the wooden desk, her nails almost breaking she was gripping so tightly, the pain becoming unbearable as he relentlessly continued the assault on her tender flesh. She felt him pause then screamed when he brought the wooden ruler up sideways between her legs, hitting her spread pussy with the hard, unyielding object.
He watched the juices fly from her pussy when the wooden ruler connected, wetting the desk beneath her. She jerked in pain, but her cries were more of pleasure than pain. She pushed her ass toward him, her cheeks open, her anus exposed. He took advantage of her position, the wooden ruler hitting her tiny anus with a loud splat. Three more times he hit her, alternating between her pussy and her asshole, contentedly watching her body dance in pain.
When he could wait no longer, the Professor pulled his erect cock out of his pants, fisting the hard meat and placing it against her red ass, running it up and down her drenched slit. He found her vagina, slipping in her silky insides to bury it deep inside her. Her pussy clamped down as he dragged it out, milking him. She had learned well.
""I have friends who would love to join me. They love submissive girls like you. I think I will invite them next time."” His cock plunged back and forth in her tight pussy, his fingers playing with her anus, one finger deep in her rectum. He did not expect any comment; this was not her choice. “"Do you have any friends that are like you, Jessica? Girls that love what an older man can teach them? Naughty girls who must be punished. Girls that love to cum."” He drove his cock deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. He felt her body shake as his fingers played with her clit, driving an orgasm from her body.
THE END