I hadn’t had much work lately, what with businesses shut down and social distancing orders in place. Working as a massage therapist had paid the bills nicely until COVID hit; my usual corporate clientele had all cancelled our contracted in-office visits and my downtown office couldn’t be opened for several months at this rate. After dealing with unemployment for weeks, I finally decided to take on a small amount of risk and advertise for home visits on local flyer boards and forums. A small amount of luck finally found me, because I hadn’t even had them up for a day before I got a phone call.
“Jim?” The woman’s voice chirped on the line.
“Yep, that’d be me!” I replied cheerily. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”
“This is Melody, from the marketing firm you used to visit work with. I saw your ad in the coffee shop this morning and couldn’t resist, I’ve missed our weekly appointments!”
“Oh Melody! Of course, did you want to schedule something right this second?” I honestly couldn’t place her name to a face right then.
“Yes please, this week if possible. And I was wondering if I could actually come to your place, since my apartment is having some work done on it.”
I looked around my living room, and while not too cramped, I realized there wasn’t much space to set up. I guess I could put together a mini massage parlor in the basement recreation area...
“Sure Mel,” I replied after a moment. “Why don’t you come by tomorrow afternoon? I’ll text you my address shortly.”
“Great, thanks Jim!”
We hung up and I thought back over the many clients I’d had at local businesses over the past few years. “Melody... Melody...” I couldn’t picture her face, until it hit me. “Marketing firm! Melody Cantrell!”
Melody Cantrell was the administrative assistant for the firm’s VP who couldn’t have been more than 21 years old, and she. was. smokin’. The last time I saw her, she’d been wearing high heels with a bit of a platform, stockings, a pencil skirt that hugged her slim frame from her knees to her waist, and an impossibly tight blouse that somehow allowed room for her probably-D-cup breasts AND showed off her abs. Her long dirty blonde hair fell to the middle of her back and her bright green eyes always had a healthy amount of eyeliner applied. But... she was also a bit of a difficult client. She had always refused to take her clothes off during massages, and was constantly making requests to change the area you were working on her. “Maybe I can have a bit of fun with this one...” I thought to myself with a slight chuckle.
I spent the next morning setting up a massage area in the basement, but had to get creative with the table as one of the supports had bent. I jury-rigged some PVC pipe I had lying around to the corners of the bed and added some support braces between them. “That should probably do for what I have in mind anyway,” I thought, noting that the piping extended a good 3 feet above the table at the corners. I set up the rest of my supplies on a nearby chest and then went upstairs to make lunch and wait for my new-old client to arrive.
I jumped at the sound of my doorbell going off. Making my way over to the front door, I opened it to find Melody standing there wearing black-and-pink yoga pants and a tank top with oversized neck and arm openings that dipped a little too far down her chest, almost showing me her belly button and DEFINITELY showing me her cleavage and toned abs. She was also wearing that same pair of platform heels I’d noticed her in before. Odd combo, but I wasn’t going to complain.
“Hey Jim, hope you don’t mind that I showed up a bit early,” she said apologetically, slipping by as I stood back to let her in.
“Not a problem! I actually just finished eating and I’m all set up for our appointment so we can get right to it.” I led her down the stairs to the brightly lit basement that would be doubling as my workspace. “I’ll leave you alone to get changed and be back in a bit,” I told her, turning to go into the side office.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, I’m fine in what I’m wearing now,” she replied, sitting down on the edge of the table before swinging her long, toned, fully covered legs up onto the bed.
“Of course you are,” I thought to myself darkly.
Melody rolled over onto her stomach and laid with her hands at her sides, her head resting in the cutout at the top. “Ready when you are,” she said, settling into the bed as I approached the foot of the table with my hands behind me.
“I’m not entirely sure you are,” I said, attaching two sets of hand cuffs to the PVC at the base of the table and quickly securing their other end to her ankles.
“What the fuck?” Melody tried to turn over and sit up, but the cuffs simply crossed her legs uncomfortably as I grabbed one of her wrists. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she cried as I slammed her back over onto her chest, first securing one wrist, then the other to the pipes at the head of the table.
“Well Mel, I did remember you when you called the other day, but you’ll probably be surprised to know that they weren’t all fond memories.” She struggled against the cuffs and looked at me through slightly mussed hair that had fallen in front of her smoky eyes.
“What could I have possibly done to you? I just showed up for my appointments and left!”
“You’re a pain, honey,” I said matter-of-factly. “You make special requests at the last minute, you never take your clothes off to make our jobs easier and you’re constantly asking us to change the way we’re working. But I also remembered that you have a smoking body, and today I’m going to see what you’ve been keeping hidden under there.”
Melody’s eyes widened as she took my meaning. “What are you going to do to me?” she pleaded, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you’d like to make your job easier, just... please.” She pushed her head back into the cutout in the table, as if trying to hide from her new reality, and began to sob.
“It’s too late for that babe,” I whispered in her ear, trying to sound as menacing as possible while wearing scrubs. “But I’ll try to work some of this tension out of your back before I straight up. fucking. rape you. How about that?”
Her head shot up and she screamed, my explicit threat causing her to pull violently at her bonds. “Don’t you fucking DARE, you CREEP,” she yelled, futilely yanking her arms and legs.
I grabbed a length of rope from the storage room and ran it under the bed and over the back of Melody’s neck, tightening it down just enough to keep her head in place. “You just hold still while I assess where you need the most attention, okay?” She struggled against her restraints, but only succeeded in waving her arms a few inches. I gave her shoulder a squeeze before letting my hand trail down her body, fondling the side of her naked breast that her loose top exposed, lightly grazing her lean ribs, stopping to give her ass an appreciative squeeze before letting my fingers brush across her cheeks, swiping them quickly between her legs, and continuing more firmly down her inner thigh and calf. “Goddamn, you have a gorgeous body,” I breathed, half to her, and half to myself as I admired my new fuckdoll.
“FUCK. YOU,” came her reply through the table.
I started massaging her shoulders, slowly kneading her muscles beneath her tight, lightly tanned skin. Her body flinched at every new touch, and I could still hear her sobs through the table, but I continued my work, giving her the experience she’d paid for and building my own anticipation before I got to the main event.
After 30 minutes of my “innocent” massage I slapped her ass, startling her, and said, “Alright, time to get down to the serious business. First we have to do something about this!” I grabbed the hem of her tank top and slid it up her body, yanking it from under her breasts and bunching it up around her neck and shoulders. She wriggled again. “Please STOP!” she shouted, coming to her senses after the massage. “I don’t understand what you’re thinking! As soon as I leave here I’m going straight to the police and my boyfriend will be over here to beat your ass before they can even arrest you!”
I leaned back down beside her ear and whispered, “You really believe I didn’t think of that, Mel?” I slipped my hands under her body and gently tweaked her nipples as my words sunk in.
“You’re going to be staying here with me! I’ll take good care of you, I promise, and you won’t even have to pay rent. I AM going to fuck a baby into that tight little body of yours though, so I hope you’re prepared for how much of a workout your poor little snatch will be getting.”
“NO!” she shrieked through tears, and I could tell she was ugly crying now from the redness on her neck and shoulders.
“PLEASE LET ME GO, I SWEAR I WON’T- AUGH” Her negotiating was cut short by a sharp slap to her lower back.
“You really need to stop bargaining and just accept it,” I said, grabbing a pair of scissors from my work table. I quickly ran the scissors down each leg of her yoga pants, pulling them out from under her and admiring the pink frilly thong nestled between her thick ass cheeks. “That’s quite the pair of panties to have on for a massage Mel, you trying to impress me?”
“Go FUCK yourself,” she spat through her hole in the table, bucking her hips in frustration and unintentionally giving me a show as her ass bounced around the tight strap of her thong. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and worked them in my palms, frustrating her even more at her helplessness to stop me.
I took a few minutes to appreciate her ass before slipping my fingers beneath her thong and pulling it to the side. I could smell the remnants of her lavender body wash, as well as the faint scent of her excitement that was starting to leak from her gash.
“Seems like you aren’t hating this ENTIRELY,” I noted, before pressing my face between her legs and running my tongue from her slit to her asshole.
“Fuuuck, you taste great,” I breathed, “I appreciate the preparation.”
I turned back to my table looking for something to tease her with, finding a sharpie among my other supplies.
Holding it by the cap, I lightly teased her pussy with the end, every so often rolling it between her labia to spread her juices across the pen. I slowly dragged the tip between her asscheeks, causing her to clench.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Melody squealed, horrified at the sudden threat of her ass being violated.
I responded with a quick slap to her ass, pausing for a moment to smear more of her pussy juice between her cheeks before twisting and sliding the sharpie in up to its cap. The feeling of the pen working its way past her sphincter and slipping into her bowels made her ass clench even harder as she bucked her hips down, trying to get away from the foreign object lodged inside her. I kept my thumb on the tip for several seconds to hold it in place before moving my hand away. Melody’s hips gyrated wildly and the pen slowly started to work its way free, sliding out of her ass to rest between her legs on the table.
“Actually I think I have more of these!” I said cheerily as I opened the cabinet door, pulling out an unopened box of markers. “Let’s go for a new personal best Mel!” I pulled a few markers out of the box and grabbed my bottle of massage oil. “I’ll even use the oil this time to make it easier for ya.”
Melody only sobbed harder.
After getting the original marker back into place I laid the others out between her legs, dousing them and her lower body in a healthy coating of oil. “Alright, time for number two,” I said, cracking a smile at my own idiotic joke. I worked the shaft of the second pen in beside the first as Melody’s toes flexed and curled while her asshole stretched to accommodate another object. “Ready for three?” I called towards the head of the table.
“Puh-lee-he-hease, sto-ho-hop,” she choked out between tearful gasps.
“Um. Nope.” I worked a third pen in, this time eliciting a scream and an arched back as her asshole was now near its limit without properly stretching. “Ever been gaped babe?” I asked playfully. “Heard its kinda fun once you get used to it!”
“You fucking piece of shiiiiit,” she sobbed, legs and toes continuing to spread and flex, hips squirming, as she tried to find a comfortable position. “Please just take them out!”
I sighed. “Alright then, I don’t want to ruin this just yet anyway, but we’ll revisit eventually.” I worked the three pens around clockwise a few times before slowly sliding them out.
“There, all better,” I said as I dropped the pens to the floor on a towel.
Melody’s body shook as she clenched her ass against the stinging sensation left by the violation, her sobs continuing. The sight of her toned legs squirming in heels on the table caused my erection to suddenly strain against my pants.
“I guess its time to get one in myself,” I thought, shoving my scrub pants and briefs down my legs and kicking them to the side.
I walked to the head of the table and released Melody’s head from its restraint and pulled her up by the hair. “Hey beautiful,” I said, smiling. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw that her eyeliner had run quite a bit during our previous activities.
She glared at me angrily for half a second before noticing my missing pants, her eyes widening when she saw what swayed in front of her face. “Oh GOD no,” she breathed, realizing the time had come for me to claim her. “No no no, no.”
I cupped her chin in my hand and ran a thumb down her cheek, before smiling apologetically and moving to the side of the table.
“No no no no,” she continued to mutter as I pulled her thong down her legs, stretching it between her knees. I then climbed onto the table, kneeling with my legs straddling her body, my cock resting lightly between her asscheeks and my scrotum brushing against her labia.
“No No NO.” She tried to push herself up again, but I quickly leaned forward and crushed her back to the table with my bodyweight. My hands slipped under her arms so I could rest mine on the table and have easier access to her tits.
“Remember how I said I’d be fucking a baby into you?” I whispered huskily into her ear, causing her to cry out again and jerk her body. She’d have headbutted me if I didn’t have my shoulder pressing down on her neck, but her struggle only succeeded in working my cock deeper between her cheeks. With one hand I reached down and positioned my cock between her pussy lips, gently rubbing it up and down.
“Can you feel my cock on your sweet little pussy?” I whispered again. “Do you want me to rape you with it and breed you until you’re all used up?” THAT got her attention, and she tried to close her legs to escape my prodding while she shrieked in terror.
“PLEASE, PLEASE, NO, I CAN’T, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! MY BODY-”
I didn’t wait for her to finish before slamming my cock home, shoving it as deep as I could in a single thrust. She screamed bloody murder.
My hands worked their way under her body to grope and mash her tits, my fingers occasionally twisting the shit out of her nipples as I fucked away at her tight little cunt. I occasionally had to wrap a hand around her neck as a warning when her sobs became too loud. I could feel the fight leaving her body as I sawed in and out of her, her shoulders sagging and her legs falling limp. I quickened my pace, my balls slapping against her with every thrust and I could feel myself edging towards a massive release. She must have sensed it as well because I heard the sobs picking back up. I pushed my head back down next to her face as I built to my climax, and she started whispering to me.
“You don’t have to do this Jim, PLEASE don’t finish inside me... I... just... HNGH”
That pushed me over the edge. I wrapped my right hand around her throat and squeezed as I saw stars. My hips bucked as I shot load after load into her tight snatch, pumping for a full minute until I was completely spent. My hand fell away from her throat and she gasped for air, her face now flushed red and the veins on her neck standing out.
“Why- why did you have to...” She broke off as a sob wracked her body. She was done being loud for now, it seemed. My slowly deflating cock slipped from her warmth and my cum began leaking from her, pooling between her hips.
She was mine now, I’d claimed her, and she’d be staying with me for the foreseeable future so I figured I should show her where she’d be living now. I re-cuffed her ankles to each other before uncuffing her arms. I quickly pulled her top all the way off before cuffing her hands behind her back. She continued to sniffle and yelp as I helped her sit up and guided her to her feet. I pulled her thong back up in a losing attempt to keep my seed in her, but it still seeped out around the thin material. I then slowly guided her by the arm towards the basement guest room.
Once inside I roughly pushed her forward onto the large 4-post queen bed. She sprawled onto it, unable to catch herself, before twisting around to look back at. “This is your new home,” I told her with a half smile. “Hope the bed is comfy enough for you.”
She stared at me, almost defiantly, but I could tell she felt defeated. I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her high heels off, positioning her so that her legs were at the foot of the bed. After recuffing each ankle halfway up the bedposts so her hips were elevated, I recuffed her hands in front of her, and, after retrieving the rope I’d used earlier, bound her as tightly as I could to the headboard.
“I’ll bring some food in a bit, and then we can get you cleaned up for more fun,” I said, leaning over the bed and brushing the hair from out of her eyes. Her nostrils flared in anger as she turned her head away, but I grabbed her by the face and roughly kissed her, working my tongue into her mouth and down her throat before quickly pulling away.
“I’ll be back in a bit Mel, just get comfy.” I turned the light out and headed upstairs.
True to my word, I put together a decent dinner for two. Sure, what I was able to whip up from my fridge may have been a bit too basic for the woman who was now staying in my guest room, but I could worry about expanding my culinary horizons later. I also dug through some of the clothing and bedroom toys my ex had left after our break-up and found a few pieces of lingerie, our bed restraints, and some other assorted goodies. "This should be fun," I thought to myself as I stumbled back to the basement with my haul.
I knocked at the bedroom door before stepping inside. "I was going to ask if you were decent but then I remembered how I left you," I said with a chuckle.
Melody lifted her head to look at me, arms and legs still bound to the bedposts, hate evident in her expression. "You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you asshole?" Her feet flexed as she tried to adjust herself, legs still elevated.
"Only a little! And hey, I brought you some food and clothes," I said, setting my delivery down on a corner chair before moving to each of her feet and rebinding them lower on the bedpost. "I'm going to untie your arms so you can eat, and then we'll get you cleaned up for bed."
"How thoughtful of you," she snapped. "Maybe you could just let me go the fuck home."
"Yeah, maybe eventually," I mused. "But I'm going to be honest Mel, I've got way too many plans for you to even think about that right now.
I freed her wrists, helping her sit up against a pile of pillows and passing her a plate with plastic utensils before settling into the corner chair to enjoy my own meal.
She eyed me as she took a small bite of salad. "What kind of 'plans' do you have for me Jim? How realistic do you think it is to hold a woman hostage? One you apparently want to get pregnant?"
I looked up from my food and considered her a moment. "I plan on having my way with you Mel, whenever I feel like it. If you happen to get pregnant that's just a bonus."
She shifted against her pillows and stared down at her plate, taking in a quivering breath. "You know, I'd probably have given you a shot if you'd asked me out before I met my boyfriend, when you were working at the office. You didn't have to do this."
"Mel, you'd have reported me for harassment if I even so much as flirted with you in the office, we both know that. My contract would have been cut that day. Besides, the struggle is half the turn on for me."
Mel sank back and forced herself to eat more of her dinner, finishing about half of her plate in silence before setting it aside.
"All done?" I asked, moving to the bed to collect her plate. "Lets get you in the shower and cleaned up."
I cuffed her hands behind her back before unshackling her feet, guiding her by the arm into the basement bathroom to wait by the shower door. After I started the water running, I turned back to her and helped her out of the high heels she was still wearing. As I stood up I ran my hands up her leg, appreciating the cool silkiness of her skin and the toned muscles underneath.
My left hand traveled up her leg and ended resting on her ass, while my right hand moved between her legs, gently prodding her slit with my fingers. She squirmed and gasped at my touch, arousing me further. I slipped my middle finger between her asscheeks, gently teasing around her rim. I felt her flinch at the touch, and her hips bucked forward to escape the intrusion.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes and marched us both into the shower. After quickly shampooing and soaping myself, I turned my attention to Melody. "How do you usually start, Mel? Hair or body?"
She turned away to face the corner of the shower, head bowed. "Just get it over with," she muttered, her hair clinging to her shoulders.
"I'm going to guess body," I said jovially, grabbing the bar of soap and pressing it to her neck. I drug it down the length of her back, ending with it buried in the cleft of her ass cheeks, prodding at her asshole slight before setting it back on the shelf.
Holding her right arm with my own to keep her from turning, I massaged the soap into her neck and back with my left hand, allowing myself some extra time to grope her chest on my way down. Melody let out a small, reluctant moan every time I squeezed one of her tits, and I made a mental note to elicit that reaction more often, too cute. She was also rubbing against my now-raging erection each time she attempted to reposition herself, and it was driving me absolutely crazy.
Grabbing the bar of soap again, I started on her front, beginning at her throat and running it down between her breasts, stopping just above her cunt. Sliding it back up, I teased the corner of the bar slowly around each of her nipples, causing her to whimper and shake her head as she cursed under her breath.
I tossed the soap back onto the shower ledge and began rubbing the soap into her much more freely this time, one hand aggressively groping her tits as I worked the lather around her body with my other. My cock was throbbing against her ass and I was having to make a conscious effort not to throw her on the shower bench and take her right then.
Taking the shower-head off its holder, I brought it closer to rinse her off thoroughly. Once her upper body was washed I grabbed her shoulder, twisting her slightly and leaning down to take a nipple in my mouth as I focused the water between her legs. Melody was sobbing with frustration at this point, occasionally trying to pull away from my grip on her arm as my tongue flicked across her nipples, but having no success. I flicked the spray setting to "massage" and the focused jet of water elicited a shriek from Melody as it suddenly started hammering her clit. I chuckled.
"FUCK, Jim!" Melody's legs buckled as she tried to escape the sudden sensory overload.
With the hand I had on her shoulder, I shoved her back against the wall. Reaching up to grab her throat with just enough force to pin her in place, I played the water back and forth between her legs. She gasped and shuddered, her mouth moving wordlessly as I gripped her throat and the spray was held against her clit. I moved the water back between her legs, against her tight little asshole, and along the insides of her thighs.
From the series of high-pitched squeaks that escaped her lips and muscle spasms in her stomach I could tell she'd just come, hard. She glanced down at me from the corner of her eyes before they rolled back into her head as she was lost in the throes of her orgasm.
As her shaking subsided, I finally pulled the shower-head away and placed it back on the wall, my hand moving to take its place between her legs. I slipped first one finger, then a second, then a third, into her cunt and began vigorously working them in and out, her feet frantically slipping on the shower floor as my other hand continued to hold her by the throat against the wall. "Jim, p-please, this is- too m-MUCH!" Melody panted, her legs trying to cross as her sensitive pussy was assaulted.
"You've still got a few left in you Mel, watch..." I whispered in her ear as my hand continued to work between her long, sculpted legs, a fourth finger joining the rest in her cunt. After several more minutes of working my fingers inside her, I slipped them out of her. Pinching my fingers together, I prodded all five against her slit.
Feeling her start to stretch around me, I worked them back and forth, feeling my fist slowly sliding up into her body. Mel screamed breathlessly as I got to my knuckles, her pussy stretching to proportions she'd never felt before. "That fucking HURTS," she grunted, as her feet continued scrambling for purchase on the shower floor. "I really don't give a shit Mel," I breathed malevolently in her ear. With my other had I began tracing a finger around the rim of her tight asshole.
"Jim- No! Mm-m!" Melody glanced down from my grip again as her hips bucked, cheeks clenching, desperately trying evade my finger, but only succeeding in working my fist deeper into her pussy.
"It'll be easier if you're relaxed, you know?" I pressed her hips back against the wall with my shoulder, which had the desired effect of moving my finger back into position with her quivering sphincter.
"Ji- Jiiim!" Melody gasped out as my finger pushed a short way into her ass. I slowly worked it further, each push and twist met with a whimper, her toes curling against the shower floor as my finger slid further into her. Finally I was buried up to the last knuckle in her ass and began twisting slightly, my fist still making short thrusts into her cunt. She hadn't followed my advice, as I could still feel her ring clenching and spasming around my finger as I worked it inside of her. After a few minutes I drew it back out and positioned a second finger alongside it.
"No more, please," Mel begged, exhausted. "There's no way I can fit any more."
I looked up at her and grinned as water sluiced off her chest and into my face. "If you don't try new things you'll never know if you like them, sweetheart."
She cried out as I pushed, and I felt both fingers slide past her rubbery knot and up her channel with some resistance. I could tell she was being stretched as I pushed both fingers deeper into her, her cries increasing in volume with each advance. I left them buried in her for awhile, and I could feel the hand I had buried in her pussy through the walls of her bowels. I quickly pulled both hands out after a minute or so, eliciting another yelp of pain.
"See, that wasn't so bad was it," I questioned, standing back up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were clearly full of tears now, not just water from the shower, but I couldn't have cared less at the time. I was in the moment, and my cock was grinding slowly against the soft skin where her lower abdomen met her thigh.
Mel didn't respond, instead continuing to look at me from the corner of her eye, lips quivering, as she braced for whatever I had in store for her next. The fingers I'd had in her asshole forced their way into her mouth and I gently pulled her downwards. Mel gagged at the taste, too distracted to fight my guidance.
"Hop down on your knees and lean over the bench," I whispered, flicking my tongue over her earlobe and gently kissing the corner of her mouth. My other hand moved to the back of her neck and pushed her down onto her knees. With her hands still restrained behind her back, she was forced to lean forward and lay on the side of her face against the tile bench, her ass presented for the taking, her cute feet pointed back at me.
"I need you to spread your legs for me now, hon," I said softly, bending over and cupping a hand against her mound. Seeing no movement to obey, I lightly slapped her between the legs causing her to arch her back and moan. "I said, spread.. your... legs.. slut," I hissed in her ear, punctuating each word with another sharp slap to her cunt.
She ground her teeth and squealed at the abuse, but her legs parted reluctantly. I pressed the head of my cock between her lips and worked it up and down her slit, lathering her juices. I quickly dipped into her pussy a few times, coating myself, before pulling out and nestling the tip against her asshole.
She squirmed at this, her jaw clenching and her breath becoming fast and shallow.
"PLEASE Jim," she gasped. "Just- just fuck me normally. I'll- I'll let you cum in me..."
Was this what she considered bargaining? "You'll... LET me cum in you?" I asked her, my cock still resting against her ass.
She nodded, whimpering. "In my pussy, as much as you want. Just don't put that thing in my ass, please!"
"Interesting offer," I said, amused at the attempted. "That's the kind of thing I'd expect a whore to say. But I don't think I really need your permission at the moment though, do I?" She whimpered as I began pressing my erection forward, the head of my cock struggling to push into her. After several attempts I felt myself finally pop past her ring, and Mel cried out in shock as I began to slowly press further.
Her feet kicked as I worked myself into her, whimpers escaping her lips with each push as I slowly sank into her gut. With one final shove I was in to the base of my shaft, Mel sobbing against the cool tile of the bench, her eyes unfocused and staring at the wall. Her tight ring was spasming around my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me without even having to move. I slowly began to work in and out of her ass, watching as her asshole clung to my shaft with each motion.
"Pleeeaase..." she murmured as I slowly worked her asshole.
I finally began to work up to a steady rhythm, slamming myself back inside after every slow withdrawal. "You- You're... going to... sp- split me... oh, oh, open!" She sobbed between each forceful thrust, hands stretching and clawing behind her back.
"I don't think you'll split Mel," I said, gripping her hips tighter and spreading her cheeks with my thumbs. "You might gape though. That'd be fun." I reached under her to grab a tit as I continued to pound away at her ass. Her natural lubricant had all but washed away by now, and I could feel more resistance to my strokes. The increased friction only served to push me over the edge faster.
"I'm going to shoot this load up your ass, babe," I muttered through clenched teeth as I grabbed her other tit as well, pulling them both taut as I leveraged myself to pound harder.
"Jim, that- that hurts!" Mel pleaded as I fucked into her, quickly approaching my first orgasm.
"Jim, serious- AHHH!" Mel's shriek of pain was sustained with my own cries as I came, hard. I slammed myself deep into her, leaning down against her and kneading her breasts roughly as I spasmed, shooting rope after rope of jizz into her bowels.
My hands slowly drifted back up her sides to her hips as I backed my cock out of her. I watched in appreciation as her asshole closed up a little slower than normal. I gave her asscheek a soft slap before lifting her to her feet to wash her off once more. Mel could only whimper occasionally as I very thoroughly soaped her back up, making sure every crack and crevice had been cleaned.
I guided her out of the shower as her body sagged with exhaustion, clearly ready for bed. I toweled her off, brushing and drying her hair as she stood silently before the mirror. After uncuffing her hands I then helped her into one of the lingerie sets I'd found for her; a white lace thong with a T back and sheer crotch for panties, a white lace teddy with a single front tie, and white thigh high stockings. I stood back to admire her after she was dressed and wolf whistled.
"You clean up pretty good sweetheart," I said, running a hand from her hip up to her breast. "Now let's go hit the sack. I'll keep you company tonight to make sure you're settled."
We made our way back to the bedroom and she sat in the corner chair as I positioned the new bed restraints under the mattress. I guided her onto the bed, and she reluctantly let me fasten her hands and feet to the padded cuffs, her head pressing back into the pillows and turning away from me. I gave her a bit more slack to sleep comfortably, but not enough that she could close her legs or move her arms across her chest.
I crawled onto the bed next to her and propped my head on one hand, running my other lightly over her stomach. I traced a pattern up to her chest and pulled at the tie on her teddy, the side nearest me falling away exposing her breast. I stared at her body appreciatively, scooting towards her so that my reawakening cock was pressed into her hip.
Melody turned her head towards me and stared at me for a few seconds. "Can I just sleep now...?" There was a hint of desperation in her voice.
In response I leaned my head down and kissed her roughly, my hand grasping her beneath the jaw to hold her head in place. As my tongue pushed into her mouth, I felt her muffled protests and she tried to pull away. After a minute I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "I think I need one more thing from you, sweetheart."
"Jim, come on...," she said, voice breaking slightly. "You've had your fun today..."
"I wasn't aware there was a limit," I replied jokingly as I began to move to the head of the bed, kneeling so that my legs were on either side of her face, my balls resting against her forehead.
I leaned further over her and began adjusting my cock to point towards her mouth, but she turned her head away and pinched her lips shut. I gave her a sharp slap to the cheek and pulled her head back into position. "None of that now," I said. "The quicker you cooperate the sooner you can sleep."
I pushed the head of my cock against her mouth again and she hesitantly opened for me, my tip resting just inside her lips. I leaned further forward so that my face was now just inches from her mound, her panties already noticeably wet again. Gently, I licked around the edges of her thong, teasing the sensitive skin of her thighs and I felt her whimpers vibrating the tip of my cock in her mouth.
Her scent was driving me wild, and I quickly pulled her thong down to her knees with one hand and sank my tongue into her slit, licking madly. I simultaneously dropped my hips, shoving my cock down Mel's throat without warning and eliciting a gagged scream. Her bound hands struggled in vain to free her airway of the sudden blockage, but I continued to fuck her throat with short, quick thrusts.
Her face turned red and tears streamed from her eyes as I finally backed out just enough for her to breathe, my attentions still focused between her legs as I alternated between lightly chewing her clit and sucking on her inner lips. I heard, and felt, her cough and sputter for air around my cock, and after giving her a few seconds to recover I dropped myself down her throat again.
The vibrations of her muffled shouts and sobs sent me over the edge, and I buried my tongue even deeper between her thighs as my hips bore down on her face. My erection spasmed in her throat as I pumped my load directly into her stomach, her tongue unintentionally coaxing the last of my seed from my balls as she again desperately tried to clear her airway.
Her arms and legs struggled wildly as she approached her own climax and the end of her oxygen supply, and her knees suddenly pulled together as she was taken by a massive orgasm. I slowly withdrew my softening cock from her warm mouth as she gulped for air between squeals of pleasure.
Moving back down the bed to lay on my side next to her, I slid my leg over her's and lightly began to touch between her legs, causing her to jerk as if I'd shocked her. "What the hell... was THAT," she gasped. "Can I get a warning next time you almost kill me... asshole?"
Just thought you could use a snack before bed," I replied with a smile, brushing some of the disheveled hair from her face with my other hand. "If you enjoyed that, just wait to see what I have planned for tomorrow..." And with that, I slowly fell asleep as my hand still absently played between her thighs.
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