Lucy's Bedroom

The New Girl Part 1

He had watched the new girl for hours, unpacking boxes and suitcases in her flat across the way. He smiled approvingly as she bent over a box, her round arse stretching her jeans tight. When she reached up to a shelf her T-shirt rode up over her smooth belly and her heavy tits strained against the fabric. When the last girl had moved out he had thought the show was over but he felt his cock stiffen as he watched this new girl unwittingly display herself to him. As he watched, his impatience grew until finally the unpacking was complete and she flopped, exhausted, onto her bed for a moment before standing and unpeeling her T-shirt. What a slut! She’s getting undressed in the window. Beneath the T-shirt her tits heaved and wobbled against the flimsy lace of her bra, the tops of her nipples peeking over the edge. He sighed as she bent to slide her jeans over her thighs, the curve of her arse swelling against the tiny lace thong. Damn! She’s going into the bathroom. He watched her buttocks jiggle as she walked out of the bedroom and he cursed as she shut the bathroom door.

He waited anxiously for her return, hoping she wouldn’t be hiding that lush body beneath a robe. He grinned as the bathroom door opened and she emerged from a cloud of steam, naked and damp, arms above her head, her tits lifted and trembling as she rubbed her hair with a towel. Dropping the towel, she stretched out on the bed and dialled the phone. For a few moments he watched, losing interest a little, imagining her having an interminable conversation with her mother about her new flat. But then suddenly her hand strayed to her breast and stroked it. She pinched and tugged her nipple. Then her hand slid over her belly and plucked at the damp curls of her bush. Slowly one finger slid into her slit and he moaned as he saw her start to rub her clit. He unzipped his cock, wrapping his fingers firmly round it as she slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. She let the phone receiver fall from her hand onto the pillow beside her, still listening to whoever was talking to her while she frigged herself faster, squeezing her tits and rolling on the bed, biting her lip and arching her back. As he jerked his cock faster he supplied the words for mystery caller. You dirty little slut, parading about at the window, I bet you’d take any passing cock, open your legs for it, let it nail you to that bed, let it pump you full of spunk. I bet you’d take it up the arse and suck it clean. I bet you’d scream your stupid bitch head off and beg for more. I bet you want to drown in cum. And as he groaned and his cock jerked and spat spunk he imagined spraying it across her heaving tits.

It was the evening of the next day before he saw her again. She walked into the flat with a man who wrapped his arms around her from behind and began squeezing her tits, unbuttoning her shirt and kissing her shoulders and neck. In seconds he stripped her, urgently stroking and squeezing her flesh, pulling her down to the floor onto her hands and knees. He unzipped his cock and rubbed its tip along her slit a couple of times before ramming it in. She jerked forwards, tits swaying beneath her as he started to fuck her hard and fast, slapping her buttocks and yanking her head back by her hair. She pushed back against his pounding cock, slamming into his belly, mouth open in a silent scream. Watching them, he rubbed his cock furiously, frustrated that he couldn’t hear her screams and the squelch of his cock in her cunt, the slap of flesh against flesh. The man pulled his cock from her cunt and rolled onto his back. She sprawled across him, sucking his cock, swallowing it deeply and wanking it into her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. Her chin was still dripping cum when they both suddenly leapt up and began scrambling into their clothes. She opened the door to her flat and ushered in her mother.

Hours passed while they looked round the flat and talked and drank coffee. Every time he came back to the window nothing had changed. Finally her mother was standing to go and – what a gentleman, he’s leaving too, taking your mother home. I bet he’s got a raging hard-on. Well now he’s gone I can replace him. You’ll soon find out what I do to cocksuckers like you. His hands shook as he dialled the number, hoping it hadn’t changed since the last girl moved out. She reached for the ringing phone.

“Good evening slut.  I think you’re in need of some attention because I know you didn’t get to cum.”

“Who is this?  How dare you say that to me!”

“Shut up and spread your legs.  Play with your pussy.  I know you want to, it must still be burning.”

He watched her hesitate, then slowly slide her fingers up her thigh, lifting her skirt, sliding them inside her knickers and he knew he had her.

“Touch your clit.  Tell me how hard it is.  SAY IT”

“I’m touching it now, it’s stiff and aching.”

“Put your finger in your arse.  I bet you’d like to get fucked in there too.”

She slid her other hand to her arse, rolling onto her knees so she could reach both holes together, fingering them slowly, sliding her fingers in deep and fucking them in and out. He listened to her heavy breathing.

“Good slut, are you ready to cum yet?  I’m getting close.  Do you want me to jerk off on you?”

With a scream she started to cum, rocking on the bed, her fingers a blur.

“Scream your head off you dirty whore.  Take it all.”

As he wiped the cum from his fingers he watched her curl up into a ball on the bed, drowsy and for a moment forgetful of him. 

“Talk to me slut.”

“You’re a disgusting pervert.  Rent some films to jerk off to.”

She slammed the phone down and walked angrily to the window. He watched her scanning the neighbouring buildings, looking for him lurking in the dark, her naked body pressed against the glass as she peered out.

It was very early morning when he called her again.  He watched her jerk awake, woozy as she answered the phone.

“Good morning slut.  Did you sleep tight?”

“Leave me alone, I’m hanging up now.”

“Switch to speakerphone.  Do as you’re told.”

He watched her sit for a moment, staring at the receiver, then with a shaking hand she reached out and switched the speaker on.

“I can see you’ve come to your senses.  Put the lights on, stand up and face the window so I can admire your sluttish body.”

Slowly she did as she was told. 

“Spread your pussy with your hand. Show me how wet you are. NO, don’t touch yourself. Now go and check your mail, I’ve sent you a present.”

Wrapping her robe around her she trotted to the door, coming back with a box. She sat on the edge of the bed and tugged at its ribbon, delving through layers of tissue paper and pulling out a huge black rubber dildo. He laughed at the look of shock on her face.

“Do you like it? Play with it, pretend it’s real. Put it in your mouth and make it nice and slippery until it’s ready to slide into your pussy.”

She held it for a moment, touching and rubbing it, wrapping her fingers around it and finding they didn’t quite meet. Bending her head she licked its tip, then slowly sucked it, swallowing it deeper and drooling saliva all over its shaft. Her cheeks bulged as it filled her mouth and she tipped her head back letting it slide further into her throat, pulling it in and out.”

“What an obedient slut.  Now spread your legs and rub your pussy. Do you want it?  Do you want to shove it all the way in?”

She moaned softly and started to slide the massive dildo into her pussy.”

“NO.  Not yet, not until I say so.  Put it down on the floor by the window then sit on it slowly.”

She walked to the window, placing it carefully on the floor in full view, then squatted down, her thighs spread, her fingers holding her pussy lips open and slowly lowered her cunt onto its tip. As she sat on the floor the dildo split her cunt open and she tossed her hair back, moaning as it buried itself deep inside her, her cunt juice trickling down its brutal shaft.

“Now start fucking it.  Slide it up and down.  Do it well or we’ll use your tight little arsehole.”

She rocked and bounced on the rubber cock, grinding her hips against it, playing with her tits as she thrust harder. He watched as she leant forward, her hands on the floor, fucking it harder now, eyes half shut, licking her lips, tits slapping against her ribs.

“ENOUGH. You’re not allowed to cum yet. You’ll do as I say if you want to play with me. Put on your robe and go down to the building’s basement. No one will be about at this hour in the morning. You’ll find an old mattress and a blindfold. Put the blindfold on, take your robe off and wait for me on your hands and knees.”

“You’re crazy, I can’t do that.”

“You will.  Your body craves humiliation and you can only get it from me.”

“No, I can just carry on with this present you’ve sent me until I’m satisfied.  You can’t stop me.”

“You’re right, but you don’t want to.  You need to feel the heat, to be humiliated more and more.  You’re a dirty little slut.”

Standing in the shadows of the basement he watched her enter, hugging her robe around her and shivering. She tied the blindfold around her eyes and shrugged off the robe then stretched on her hands and knees on the filthy mattress. This close to her he could see the juice dripping from her sloppy cunt and the trembling of her body as she waited in the darkness and silence. He stepped out from his hiding place and she flinched at the sound of his footsteps.

“Good bitch, let me squeeze that tight arse.  You’re flowing like a river, your pussy’s like a fountain.”

“Please, take me now, I really need it.”

“I don’t fuck, I only watch.”

“Oh shit, I need a hard cock and I need it now.  I can’t take this, look at the state you’ve got me in.  I NEED TO BE FUCKED”

“Relax, I didn’t say you wouldn’t get laid. Hear that sound? It’s the dustbin truck come to collect the rubbish. I expect there are a couple of cocks on board big enough to satisfy you.”

“You want me to fuck the bin men?  Are you crazy?”

“Make your mind up or they’ll leave.”

“Okay, go and find them.  Hurry.”

“I knew you’d be their whore.”

He watched her position herself again on the mattress, waiting to be fucked by two men she had never seen. When he returned with them she had not moved an inch.

“There she is boys, this slut needs lots of cock.  Go ahead and give it to her.”
“Yes boss, you can trust us.”

“Slut, if you could only see, their cocks are huge.”

“I want them to fuck me.  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

She screamed as a huge shaft filled her soaking cunt. The man leaned over her, grasping her tits and kneading them as he pounded relentlessly into her. She gasped and clawed at the mattress, rolling her hips and grinding the stranger’s cock. Her gasps turned to moans as another cock drilled into her throat, fucking her face with fierce thrusts as she sucked and gagged. He watched her writhe and groan with lust, impaled on both cocks, jerking and whimpering as they ploughed into her. Within seconds of each other they roared, their spunk gushing into her hungry body, dripping from her chin and her cunt. As they pulled their cocks out she slumped onto the mattress, spluttering weakly as she swallowed the last mouthful of spunk, cum oozing from her gaping cunt.

“I hope you’re satisfied now, whore. Go back to your flat and wait for me to call. I’ve got plans for you and you’re going to love them.”

Shaking, she clambered to her feet, wrapping her robe round her and staggering up the stairs. Back in his flat he looked into hers again and saw her sprawled on her bed, already asleep. And he noticed she hadn’t had the energy to wash the dried cum from her shattered body.

Saturday

A lovely sunny day spent lying in D’s garden in a bikini, occasionally stretching and turning and drizzling a little more oil onto my body, rubbing it in slowly and enjoying the gentle breeze and the smell of cut grass from next door. I have a book that I’m pretending to read but I’m distracted because my pussy’s always wet when I sunbathe. I glance up and see D sitting by the window, hard at work over a book. Whereas I *smirk* have just handed in my essay and have the weekend off. I reach behind my back and unclasp my bikini top. D watches as I dangle it from my fingertips before tossing it across the garden. He scowls and turns his back and I settle my head on my arms, grinning.

The lawnmower next door stops and George calls over the fence to me. I stand balanced on a flowerpot, tits pressed against the fence, leaning over the top and talk to him. George is eighty and his garden is a marvel of manicured perfection. I compliment him on his lawn, which looks like fitted carpet and he grumbles that it’s not quite right yet but give him another five years or so and he’ll have it done. I think this is a wonderful ambition in a man of eighty and I also love the way George is always completely unfazed by me and does not react in the slightest to the fact that I am almost naked. I secretly suspect George has seen much more shocking things than me in his time.

D’s housemate Giles passes through the kitchen with a face full of sandwich on his way out. He throws a paper aeroplane at me which, unfolded, reads ‘Phwoaaar! Tits out for the lads!’ Much later D comes downstairs, looking hot and cross. He pours two glasses of iced water and holds one up to the window, tinkling the ice and inviting me in.

“You’ve been flirting with George again, haven’t you?”

“Nonsense, we were discussing horticulture.”

“I think you’re trying to kill him, you know he’s got a bad heart.  You’re hoping he’ll leave you his lawn mower.”

“Oh, you’re just cranky because you’ve been shut up in your bedroom all day.”

D opens his mouth to reply but instead he scoops a handful of ice from his glass and drops it into my bikini bottoms. I squeal and hop from one foot to the other, fishing ice cubes out and swearing at him. He watches me, serious and still, until I’ve finished then he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close. He takes one ice cube and pops it in his mouth for a moment then takes it out, dripping as it melts. He trickles ice water over my breasts, circling my nipples with the ice cube. They stand to attention and I shiver. D puts the ice cube back in his mouth and sucks on my nipples as I lean against the kitchen table, back arched.

He lifts me by my waist until I’m sitting on the table and I lean back, my head hanging over the edge, arms and legs splayed as he tugs my bikini bottoms off. D sucks another ice cube then lets it drip into my belly button. I gasp and flinch with each icy drop and as the hollow fills it overflows and ice water trickles across my belly. He trails an ice cube across my skin, over my hip bone, along my sides, into the hollow of my thighs. As I hold my breath he traces my pussy lips with the ice, slowly teasing them open.

D spreads my cunt open with his fingers and takes a fresh ice cube from his mouth. He holds it, inches from my clit and waits, watching the drop of ice water slowly gather and begin to tremble. I can’t see what’s happening but I can feel my thighs shaking as I tense myself. As the icy drop splashes on my clit I squeal, wriggling furiously. This sprays a few more drops across my thighs and D lays his hand flat against my belly, holding me still and pressing on my full bladder. With a deep sigh I settle and he spreads my pussy lips again. The ice water drips faster now and I jerk and squeak with each drop.

Another fresh ice cube is rubbed around the inside of my pussy lips, never quite touching my clit. My flesh is stung by the cold, it is numb and tingling at the same time, ice water is trickling into my cunt and between the crack of my buttocks and I’m whimpering and writhing now, dizzy as the blood rushes to my head. Slowly, deliberately, D presses the ice cube to the tip of my clit and I scream, jerking and trying to push his hand away. He holds it there until he judges the numbness has overtaken me, then he bends and kisses my clit, sucking it into his hot mouth, lapping at it and teasing all its nerve endings back to life. Then he rubs another ice cube across my cunt, rolling it over my clit and pinching my pussy lips around it, trapping it pressed against my clit as he waits for it to melt. This is a game we’ve played before and we both know what’s coming next.

D sucks an ice cube until its rough edges are smooth and slides it along my slit, gently pressing it in with one finger. My head jerks up and I grip his wrist, eyes wide and pleading. “Please don’t, I can’t, it’s too much!” D smiles lazily and pops the ice cube into my mouth. I can taste my cunt.

“You know one day I’m not going to stop. I’m going to push it all the way in, to the depth of my finger. Then I’m going to push another and another until your pussy’s bulging with them. I’ll be able to see it gaping open and the ice cubes inside you. Then I’m going to flip you over and do the same with your arsehole. And I shall sit back and listen to you screaming and watch the icy water trickle down your thighs as you wriggle. One day.”

“Yes, one day.”

More London Life

Packed into the tube train on Friday evening, everyone hot and grimy and tired, no seats, tripping over bags at people’s feet as they rustle and flap their papers in my face. The train lurches and I snatch at a hanging strap as D catches me by the waist. His hands slide over my belly, pulling me towards him, his little finger inside my belly button ring. I close my eyes and lean against him. We sway together with the rocking motion of the train. I can feel his breath on my neck and his cock stiffening against my buttocks. He snakes the tips of his fingers under my belt and I clutch his wrist, stopping his hand from sliding down.

Crowds push on and off the train at Euston, buffeting us as we scramble for a seat. There is only one, D sits in it and I sit on his knee, wriggling my bum, teasing him as I sit. He pinches my arm to tell me off. I still have the bruise. As the train shudders and tilts and I shift slightly against his straining cock, he slips his hand beneath my satchel which sits on my knee. The muscles in my thighs tighten as his fingernail scrapes along the seam of my jeans and I bite my lip as it presses against my clit. Suddenly my cunt is soaking – I go to grasp his wrist again but instead find I lay my hand gently on his arm feeling it move slowly as he traces the seam up and down.

We stand on the Archway Road, outside Highgate Station, kissing passionately, leaning into each others’ bodies, moaning softly as our tongues battle, unable to walk the short distance home because this is too urgent, this kiss can’t wait. Pedestrians and cars pass unnoticed. D cups my breast with his hand and rubs his thumb across my nipple. I pull back from the kiss and look up at him, flushed and quizzical. He smiles and pinches my nipple through my T-shirt.

“What would you do,” he says, still grinning,”if I ripped your shirt off here in the street?”

I think for a minute.

“I’d be the first topless pin-up in the Hampstead & Highgate Express.”

He laughs and slides his hand inside my T-shirt until it’s resting on my breast and he kisses me again, while the sun goes down and the street lights come on.

Naked and Glistening

The first time I shaved my pussy I only intended to tidy and trim it, ready for a summer holiday spent in a bikini. I carefully soaped it and, with one foot on the edge of the bath, angled my razor into the hollows of my thighs, slowly scraping away stray hairs, shaping my bush into a ‘landing strip’. With the shower head I washed it clean and surveyed the result in the mirror.

On impulse I scraped at it again, sliding my fingers between my pussy lips, stretching them as I shaved them clean. Again I rinsed the soap away and looked at the result, turning and bending at the waist with thighs parted, looking back over my shoulder to see what he would see.

Excited, I scraped my pussy again and this time I swept the remaining hair away, leaving my skin naked and pink and gleaming. I massaged a little baby oil into it until the skin was soft and glistening and then looked at it proudly – a beautiful orchid-like flower with a deep pink centre.

Now I shave it every couple of days, a quiet moment to myself in the shower. I spray it with menthol shaving foam and wait for the tingling sensation to build. The menthol makes my flesh swell and my nerve endings crackle until I’m gasping and for a few moments the sensation is almost unbearable before gradually subsiding to a dull throb.* Then, spreading my pussy with my fingers, I sweep it naked and clean again, oiling it and admiring it in the mirror. It’s my beautiful pet.

*Be very careful if you try this at home. Especially if your boyfriend is a complete bastard who thinks it’s appropriate to squirt menthol shaving foam into your arsehole and then laugh himself sick while you scream the house down. He was on his knees until he lost all sensation in his jaw after that little escapade.

Things I’ve Done While Drunk (The Second in an Occasional Series)

The coach is half empty and we sit towards the back, despite my protests of travel sickness. We have had a long wait to change coaches and have passed the time in the pub. As we pull onto the dark motorway, passengers switch off overhead lights and tug their coats over themselves as they try to sleep. D strokes my neck and guides me down to his lap. I struggle a little, trying to look round – can anyone see us? He holds me firmly in place and unzips his cock. With a resigned sigh I start to suck – a messy, sloppy blowjob. He pushes my head lower and I gag, spluttering loudly. I can feel his belly heaving as he laughs silently at me and I look up and glare at him, then carry on sucking. He continues to stroke my neck gently and the warmth of the coach and the hum of the motorway makes us both drowsy. He braces and cums and I swallow greedily, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I sit up.

Nothing to Declare (For Sisyphus79)

“Can you open this case for me miss.”

Lucy opened the suitcase and stood looking down at her feet, blushing. The customs officer stared for a moment then picked up a black 9 inch rubber dildo. It began to buzz.

“I think you’d better come with me miss.”

Lucy sat in the windowless room, strip lighting buzzing overhead, drawing on the table with her finger and some spilt coffee. The door crashed open and she jumped as two uniformed figures entered, carrying her case. They heaved it onto the table in front of her and threw back the lid.

“Well,” said the man, peering narrowly at her. “It appears you were going through customs with a large, pink, wheeled suitcase entirely filled with sex toys. Perhaps you’d care to explain to us exactly what you were doing.”

The woman crossed her legs, opened a notepad on her knee and clicked her pen.

“I was going on holiday.”

“I see.  And do you always go on holiday with such a wide array of obscene and frankly disturbing accoutrements?”

“Not always, but I was going for two weeks and...”

“Perhaps you’d like to explain to me the function of this object.”  He brandished a series of leather straps and buckles.

“Erm, well,“ said Lucy, taking it gingerly from him, “you wear it – you see the belt buckles round your waist and this strap goes between your legs and attaches to the belt at the front and back – look, there’s a padlock.”

“Harrumph!”

“And you can attach other, um, devices to the strap so that it keeps them pressed inside your, well your private ladies’ places and then you switch them on and…” Lucy trailed away as she looked at their frowning faces.

“And this?”

“Ah, now that’s a clip – there should be another one that matches it – and it attaches to your, well you can see from the mime really where it attaches. And then the other one attaches in the same way and then you can…”

“And you expect us to believe this do you miss?”

“Well, I mean, I suppose…yes…”

“These are unidentified pieces of electrical equipment – some of them appear to be hollow.”

“That’s for batteries.”

“So you say. I say they have the potential to be weapons or devices for smuggling illegal substances. The proper purpose of every one of these items will have to be demonstrated to my complete satisfaction before I can permit you to continue your journey.”

He turned to his colleague.  “Let’s start with the search shall we?”

Lucy shivered as she stood naked at the end of the couch, bent at the waist and legs spread. The female customs officer clicked on her torch and, sliding two fingers into Lucy’s slit, parted her pussy lips wide, shining the light inside. Lucy felt her mouth tremble, her lips twisting a little out of shape in an effort not to cry, but as a finger slid into her damp slit a tear trickled down her cheek. She squirmed as the finger rotated inside her, probing deeply then slipped out, sliding up to her arsehole and pressing firmly against it. Lucy squeaked as it popped in and moaned softly as it delved inside her up to the knuckle. As it wriggled, Lucy felt a droplet of juice trickle from her cunt and drizzle down her inner thigh.

“She’s clean,” said the woman, straightening suddenly, clicking off her torch and pulling her finger from Lucy’s cunt. Lucy gasped in disappointment.

“Very well, let’s move on to the demonstration. Now young lady, the first item I’d like you to demonstrate the legitimate use of is this.” He handed Lucy a string of beads, each bigger than the next. Lucy blushed. “Um, this…item…isn’t generally used on its own. I need…” Lucy pointed vaguely. “This?” he asked, handing her the tube of lubricant. Lucy smiled shyly, “Thank you.”

Lucy writhed and jerked, screaming and arching her back, squeezing and kneading her tits as she bounced up and down. He leaned across to his colleague. “That’s the ‘Intruder’ 10 inch pink jelly vibrator with clitoral stimulator and mains adaptor.” “Check,” she said, ticking it off the checklist on her clipboard.

Lucy crawled on the floor, her arse high in the air, groaning and twitching, sweat dripping from her body, juice dripping from her cunt. “That’s the ‘Clip-on Clit Kisser’ with 3 pulse settings and high-speed vibration unit.” “Check.”

Lucy sprawled face down across the couch, murmuring softly and smiling dopily to herself, her buttocks and thighs vibrating gently. “That’s the ‘Vibrating Balls’ anal plug. Extra large.” “Check.”

Finally they reached the last item on the list. “The 12 inch ‘Thruster’ with ‘Rough Ride’ ribbing.” “Check.” Lucy sat impaled on the ‘Thruster’ in a plastic chair, her head on the desk, arms hanging limply by her sides. Her mouth hung open and saliva dripped from it as she stared with lifeless, glazed eyes, at nothing, her body twitching weakly.

“Well, all of these items are cleared for customs miss.”

“Except this,” said the female customs officer, reaching over for the ‘Clit Kisser’ and putting it in her pocket.

“Except, apparently, that,” continued the male officer, looking sideways at his colleague. “So you just pop your things on again and we’ll soon have you on your way.”

They swept out of the room and Lucy shut her eyes, whimpering as she felt the batteries slowly running down.

The Bracelet Part 5

Lucy wore the bracelet and a cardboard sign hung round her neck with string. It read ‘FREE FUCK’. In the flickering orange glow of a fire lit in a brazier, under the bridge, beneath the drip of rust-coloured water from the girders above, Lucy sprawled across a rotten packing crate. Her head hung back over the edge of the crate and her lips stretched around the shaft of a cock as it fucked her throat fiercely. The fingers of each hand were wrapped around cocks as she jerked them towards her trembling body. Strange hands grasped her ankles, lifting them high and wide as the owner of the cock in her cunt decided it was too gaping and sloppy from fucking and instead began forcing his way into her tight puckered arsehole.

Lucy moaned weakly, dazed as her head banged off the crate with each thrust, shivering as spunk cooled on her tits and belly, her throat red raw from fucking, her pussy bruised and swollen, her clit stiff and numb. She peeled her eyes open, lashes stuck together with cum, and peered into the darkness. She could just make out his upside-down figure as he circled with the camera, its red light glowing, filming her degradation. Lucy felt her clit tingle as she thought of it and, distracted, spluttered and choked as the cock in her throat unexpectedly blasted her full of cum. It glazed her face, plastering her hair in tendrils to her cheeks and neck. As she tried to lick her lips another cock was pressed against them and she swirled her tongue round its tip, sighing as it slid into her throat.

With a jerk, the cock in her right hand sprayed her belly with cum and she rubbed it into her skin, slipping her fingers into her slit and flicking her clit while the cock in her left hand spurted over her cunt lips. Idly she rubbed it in, groaning into the pounding shaft in her mouth as her arse was split wider, writhing impaled on the furiously thrusting cock. As her back began to arch and her fingers rubbed her clitty faster, her hands were snatched away and wrapped round two more cocks. Spunk flooded her arse as she sobbed with disappointment, so close to cumming but never allowed to finish it. For hours now he had filmed her, servicing every street-dweller in the city, sucking and jerking and riding their cocks. Her revulsion at their filth and stench long submerged beneath a desperate need to cum and a jaded lethargy as she felt her will washing away until she was nothing more than flesh for them to hammer and fuck and sate themselves with.

They flipped her over, her knees up on the edge of the crate, her hands on the ground, her tits swaying heavily below her. Spitting on her arsehole, rubbing it in with his thumb, another man forced his cock into her arsehole. Dear God he was HUGE! Lucy screamed, all lethargy suddenly gone. All around her, coarse cackles met her struggles, hands reached out to hold her tight, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips and thighs, her tits and belly. Slowly he began to screw his monstrous cock into her arse and Lucy kept screaming. He spat on it again and shoved it in another inch. A bottle was tipped into her open mouth and she choked on the fiery liquid that burned a path down to her belly. Her head began to spin and she groaned as he split her wider. Hands lifted her clear of the crate and the ground and she struggled and wrestled as they held her in mid air, her legs kicking, her buttocks wobbling, her tits bouncing as she writhed, screwing her body further onto his cock. A fist grabbed her hair and guided her head onto its owner’s cock. Lucy gagged and wriggled as he shoved it into her open mouth, fucking her face hard, the force of his thrusts pinning her onto the cock in her arse. She moaned and lapped the underside of his shaft, reaching out to grip his hips, the restraining hands releasing her now until she hung impaled on the two cocks.

Lucy’s body ached, her throat, her arse, her lower back as each double thrust crushed her body between theirs. But most of all her clit ached. She longed to get down on her knees and beg him to let her cum. She’d lie on her back on the filthy, rubbish-strewn cobbles, splayed wide open for his camera and the hard gaze of the homeless and frig and pinch and flick and rub until she came, arched and screaming. She writhed with pleasure at the thought of it, clenching the cock in her arse tight as it flooded her guts with hot spunk, filling her until her belly cramped and cum dripped from her gaping hole as he slid out of it. Lucy slumped heavily onto her knees and reached for her clit, rubbing it feverishly and sucking faster, his fist tugging at her hair, yanking her on and off his cock. Her whole pussy throbbed and her clit tingled and swelled and Lucy groaned loudly and shuddered and sucked harder…

With a squeal she fell, her face stinging from the slap, sprawled at the stranger’s feet, mouth still open, as his cum drenched her face and tits. Lucy gulped, licking her lips, her head ringing from the blow on the cobbles, hands fluttering against her belly, too shocked and trembling to finish what she had started, thwarted and unsatisfied again. In the silence that followed, he stepped close to her. Lucy could turn her head and rest her cheek on the tip of his boots. She began to weep, curling herself into a ball, wrapping her arms round his ankles, hauling herself up onto her knees until she was gazing, glassy-eyed, tear-streaked, fucked dizzy into the lens of his camera.

“What do you want, Slut?”

*SOB*

“What do you want, SLUT?”

“I want to cum.”

“How badly do you want it?”

*SOB SOB SOB*

“Don’t cry, Slut. You can have what you want. And because I’m a benevolent man, I’m going to give you a choice. Listen carefully.”

*Whimper*

“You can cum, you can finger your clit and cum screaming like a whore in the gutter. But afterwards, you must take off the bracelet, hand it to me and I’ll throw it in the canal, along with the camera and all the film I’ve taken of you tonight.”

*Sniff*

“Or, you can be obedient, with your hands behind your back, fingers locked together by the bracelet. You can control your sluttish cravings, submit to my will and admire the pretty movie when it’s posted on the internet. Make your choice well.”

Lucy shivered, her clit still throbbing its need. She toyed with the bracelet, imagined what life would be like without it. Thought of the freedom, the control, the fun she could have. Then she looked up at his dark figure, looming above her, face still hidden behind the camera. And with a deep and hopeless sigh, Lucy put her hands behind her back, bowing her head and entwining her fingers in the bracelet.

Lowering the camera, he reached into his pocket and drew out a silver charm – a tiny padlock and key. Gently taking her hand in his, he slid the padlock through the clasp of the bracelet and turned the key, locking the bracelet shut on her wrist. Then turning, he tossed the key high into the air and Lucy flinched as she heard it splash into the canal.

The Bracelet Part 4

Lucy walked up the path, her coat wrapped tightly round her body, her boots tip-tapping on the stones. She drew the card from her pocket, the address written in his hand, checked the house number and pressed the bell. The man who opened on the door was tall and saturnine, elegantly dressed and ruthlessly cold. He wrenched the coat from Lucy’s shoulders before the door was even closed, leaving her framed for a moment in the brightly lit doorway, naked except for thigh boots and the bracelet. He grasped her wrist and examined the bracelet, smiling a narrow smile to himself as he spelled out the word SLUT. He walked around her, slowly looking her up and down, standing too close and frowning down at her. Lucy lowered her chin, gazing up nervously at him through her eyelashes.

“Has he instructed you?”

“He told me I’m here to be obedient.”

“And what will happen to you if you are not?”

“He will take the bracelet away from me.”

“And do you want to take the bracelet off?”

“No.”

He slapped Lucy’s face hard and she shrieked, stumbling and falling to her knees on the cold tiled floor.

“No sir.”

Lucy swallowed back a sob.  “No sir.”

From his pocket he took a leather strap. As Lucy blinked away her tears she saw it was a gag with a mouthpiece shaped like a thick cock head. He pressed it to her trembling lips and she opened her mouth wide, her jaw aching as the gag stretched it wide, sliding deep into her throat. Lucy gagged as he buckled it tightly behind her head. Her wide eyes pleading and frightened.

Grasping her roughly by her upper arm, he hauled her to her feet and down the cellar steps. Lucy tried to pull away from him in panic as her eyes adjusted to the gloom and she looked around the cellar. There were manacles hanging from the ceiling, metal rings in the floor and walls and against one wall a cupboard stood with its doors open revealing an array of dildos and straps and crops and whips and objects Lucy couldn’t identify. He shook her roughly. “Remember your instructions Lucy and what will happen if you are not obedient.”

Lucy slumped a little in his grip, her legs trembling beneath her and gave a low moan into her gag as he clasped the manacles around her wrists and hauled her up until her body was stretched out between floor and ceiling, her toes scrabbling for a foothold. From the cupboard he took a pole, maybe three feet long and strapped one end to each ankle, spreading her thighs achingly wide. He stepped back to look at his handiwork, at the frightened pale girl stretched obscenely open, scarlet lips wrapped around the monstrous gag, tits jiggling as she squirmed. He reached out one finger and slid it along her slit, flicking her clit and laughed as she jerked and screamed a muffled scream. His finger was dripping. He sucked it clean.

Walking behind her to the cupboard, he selected a whip with a plaited leather handle that split into an array of leather thongs, pointed and knotted at their tips. With flicks of his wrist he began to whisk it against her trembling flesh – her arse, her thighs, her belly – enjoying her moans and twitches and watching her skin begin to glow pink. He flicked sharply at her tits and Lucy shrieked, arching her back and wriggling. When her tits were hot and tingling he lowered his arm and flicked up into Lucy’s parted pussy lips. Lucy’s eyes opened wide with shock and she jerked, screaming as the sharp little thongs stung her sensitive flesh making it hot and swollen and wet.

Dropping the switch on the floor he took another weapon from the cupboard. This was a thick leather belt, split down the middle. A heavy, unforgiving belt designed to hurt. Concentrating on her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, he beat Lucy until the pink glow turned dark red and tears streamed down her face. Lucy no longer thought about how wet her pussy was but only about the pain of each crack of the strap. She groaned loudly into her gag willing him to stop before he beat her unconscious. She let her head fall back and went to close her eyes but the bracelet caught her eye, jangling and twinkling from beneath the manacles and Lucy sighed and bit down on the gag and bore the pain.

Finally he stopped and tossed the strap onto the floor. Lucy slumped and sighed with relief. But her relief was short lived when she saw him bend the riding crop in his hands. It was long and whippy with a tiny paddle of leather at its tip. Lucy sobbed and shook her head wildly, her moans and pleas muffled. But instead of applying it to her burning buttocks as she expected, he ran its tip across her belly and she squirmed as it trailed down her sides, along her thighs and up between her breasts. A blinding white light exploded in Lucy’s brain and a searing pain shot across her tits as he striped them scarlet with the whip, once, twice, three times in quick succession. Then he turned his attention to her nipples, applying the tip of the crop rapidly while Lucy wailed.

He didn’t stop until Lucy’s nipples were swollen to double their normal size and purple with bruises. Lucy was wretched, her arms and thighs aching, her flesh searing, her face streaked with mascara from her tears. Her body spasmed weakly as she felt the tip of the crop slide between her inflamed cunt lips and gently brush her swollen clit. She moaned and gazed at him helplessly, silently begging for release.

“Do you want it slut?  Do you want to cum?”

Lucy nodded feverishly.

“Tell me.”

Lucy struggled against the gag and tried to cry out.  He laughed.

“Doesn’t sound like you do want to cum.”  He took the crop away.

Lucy writhed furiously, trying to thrust her hips forward towards the tip of the crop, moaning, almost screaming into the gag in her desperation to cum. She burned all over and she wanted to burn inside, wanted to feel the explosion, wanted to throw her head back and scream, wanted to wear the bracelet forever.

With a CRACK the whip landed on the tip of her clit and Lucy howled, arching and jerking. Again and again it fell, raining down sharp blows on her throbbing clit and she began to scream and scream, her head swimming, her blood pounding through her body, all shame gone, juice dripping from her cunt. He reached out and roughly pinched one swollen nipple, holding her steady so he could hit his target again. Lucy laid her head on her arm and whimpered, her eyes glassy, her tits heaving as she gulped down ragged breaths.

For a moment he stood, his arm in the air, the quivering crop brushing the ceiling, watching her panting and trembling, sweat dripping from her tortured body. And he smiled to himself as the crop whistled through the air.

The Bracelet Part 3

They sat inside the window of the transport café, its pane steamed up and trickling with moisture from the tea urn. Lucy tugged self-consciously at the hem of her dress, its skin-tight scarlet skirt stretched across her thighs, her breasts spilling from its plunging neckline. He took her hand, rubbing her palm with his thumb, her bracelet jingling as she trembled. Leaning across the coffee-stained formica table he pulled her towards him and whispered in her ear, “That one, with his back to you.”

Lucy glanced sideways at him, a tall, broad-shouldered man with greying cropped hair, his T-shirt revealing muscular, tattooed biceps, his booted feet crossed beneath the table as he sprawled in his chair, idly flipping the pages of his paper and smoking a roll-up.

With shaking legs, Lucy slowly rose, breathing deeply, anxious to calm her racing heart. She made her way across the crowded room, swerving round tables and squeezing between chairs, conscious of the eyes of men starting to follow her progress, watching the roll of her buttocks, the sway of her hips. She stood at the stranger’s table, dizzy with panic, teetering in her heels and waited as he gradually noticed her and looked up from his paper. She shot a glance at him watching her with this stranger, still sitting by the window, his gaze narrow and cold. Then swallowing hard, her voice cracking, she said, “I want you to fuck me.”

The stranger looked shocked and then laughed.  “You what, darlin’?”

Louder, terrified, Lucy repeated, “I want you to fuck me.”

The café fell silent. Slowly the stranger stood, scraping his chair back and putting his arm firmly round her waist began to propel Lucy towards the door. Suddenly the silence was broken by a great whoop of laughter and jeering and catcalls.

“Give her one for me, mate!”   

“I’ll have her when you’re finished with her!”

The rush of cold air as he wrenched open the café door hit Lucy like a slap. Her face was hot with shame and her nipples stiff with cold and excitement. She tried to look over her shoulder to see if he was still sitting in the window watching her but the window was obscured by steam.

Lucy trotted to keep up with his strides as they crossed the lorry park, stumbling occasionally and being hauled up roughly until they reached his truck. He unbolted the rear trailer and it crashed down, its chains rattling, then he lifted Lucy by her waist and tossed her onto it – she scrabbled with her fingertips and gripped the edge of a tarpaulin, her legs hanging off the edge of the trailer, kicking wildly.

He took a pen knife from his pocket and began systematically to slice her dress away from her shivering flesh, cutting through its straps and tugging it down over her tits, slicing it up the back and ripping it away from her wobbling buttocks.

Lucy gasped and flinched as the cold steel tip of his knife gently traced her shoulder blades and spine, travelling across her arse and into the hollows of her thighs. Softly it brushed her swollen pussy lips and Lucy whimpered and squirmed. Lightly it pressed against the tip of her tingling clit and she moaned. He held it up to his face and turned it, its blade gleaming in the light from the motorway, dripping with her sticky juices. He licked the flat of the blade and tasted her cunt.

Sliding his hands between her thighs, he lifted her right leg until it was extended along the edge of the trailer, her cunt gaping and dripping down her left thigh. Gripping her buttocks, he stabbed his cock into her cunt with a single savage thrust. Lucy screamed and the trailer rattled and shook as he nailed her hard and fast, his belly slapping against her arse, making it tremble, her tits squashed against the cold metal of the trailer.

Lucy threw her head back and howled, squirming her hips, grinding against the rim of the trailer, struggling to rub her throbbing clit against it.

As he pounded her brutally, grunting and groaning, Lucy began to mumble breathlessly and then scream, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! HARDER! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!”

His groans began to turn into words.  “Whore!  Slut!  Fucking bitch!  Take it!  Take it!  Yes!  Yes!  YESSSSSSSS!!!”

Hot spunk flooded her cunt and Lucy sobbed as his cock slid from her gaping hole. She writhed desperately, still frantic to cum but without his cock to pin her in place she fell, landing sprawled on her arse, arms and legs akimbo, on the oil-stained tarmac.

Zipping up his cock, the stranger slammed the trailer of his truck shut, climbed up into the cab and fired up the engine. As he pulled away, Lucy became aware of the circle of figures, standing in the shadows watching. Naked except for her shoes and the bracelet, she shuddered as icy rain began to fall and the men closed in on her.

The Bracelet Part 2

Lucy’s arms and legs ached as she lay spread out on the bed, manacled to its corner posts, her eyes covered with a velvet mask. She had long ago lost track of how long she had been lying here, drowsy in the overheated hotel room, since she heard the door slam and his footsteps fade down the corridor. She squirmed on the bed, easing her limbs and sighing as a trickle of juice dripped from her gaping slit, glazing her thighs, already slick and glistening. Her swollen pussy lips parted to reveal her stiff, engorged clit and she moaned with frustration and longing.

As she heard footsteps approaching her heart began to pound, blood singing in her ears, and she raised her head from the pillow, straining for his return. The door crashed open and Lucy listened with rising horror and panic as a crowd of men shuffled into the room, talking and laughing, opening cans and lighting cigarettes. She tried but failed to guess how many there were and she flinched as the bed dipped beneath the weight of one of them sitting on its edge.

He leaned forward, running the tip of his finger along her wrist, making the bracelet jingle, and he whispered in her ear, “Do you want to take it off?” Lucy froze in indecision, hear heart racing, her clit throbbing. She bit her lip and shook her head.

“Gentlemen,” he cried, turning to them. “Here she is as promised. I want no jostling or unseemliness. One at a time and you’ll all get your turn.”

Lucy turned her head away as the first man sprawled across her, his beer-smelling breath hot on her cheek. It only took him a few brutal thrusts to empty his balls into her dripping cunt. The next man followed immediately, her cunt squelching as he pounded it, sloppy with spunk. One after another, relentlessly they fucked her until her cunt was pulpy and bruised. She lost count of how many there were. In the dark they were nothing but a succession of cocks, some longer, some thicker, all brutal and without tenderness. Some tried to kiss her, grinding their lips against hers as she choked on their tongues, others kneaded and pinched her tits as they screwed her.

Through the background hubbub of chatter and harsh laughter, Lucy tried to listen for his voice. With a start she realised he may not even be there, may have left her with these strangers, may not be coming back. Suddenly she wanted to scream out and beg for the blindfold to be lifted, for the bracelet to be ripped from her wrist, for the ordeal to be over. But more than that she wanted his soft words in her ear, the taste of his skin, his weight pinning her to the bed.

Finally after many hours it came. A kiss on the inside of her wrist, his teeth tugging gently at the bracelet, his cock sliding into her gaping, cum-soaked cunt. Lucy sighed and moaned, straining to arch her back towards his belly, whimpering as his fingers plucked at her aching clit. Her orgasm came, long and deep and overwhelming – she twitched and sobbed helplessly in her bonds as it thrilled through her whole body.

He peeled the blindfold from her face and Lucy blinked into the light, her eyes glazed, eyelids heavy, cheeks flushed. Oblivious now to the men sitting silently watching, she smiled up at him, filled with relief. He smiled thinly back as he straddled her. With a jerk his cock spurted its spunk into her face, shooting it into her eyes as she shrieked and screwed them tight shut, blinded again.