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Playing with Grace
by James Dawson (M+/f, nc, hum)
WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
Playing with Grace
by James Dawson
"Wait until you see the body on this girl," said Jack.
"Really?"
"Yeah, she's an Asian," said Jack, handing his friend a photograph.
"But tall...and incredible tits."
"Wow," said Howard as he gazed down at the picture of a girl walking
across what looked like a park. Jack was right...she looked to have
incredible tits. He looked over to the bartender for another scotch.
He felt his cock stir in his pants as he motioned for another beer for
Jack as well. Like the rest of the members of his informal "club" he
had a thing about large breasts. "And pretty too?" he asked.
"Beautiful," replied Jack. "You can't really tell in that shot, but
we're talking a ten."
"A ten?"
"That's right. I'm telling you...you're not going to believe her."
Howard took a deep drink from his new scotch, followed by a deep
breath. "And it's all set up?"
"Yeah. She bought the whole story. She's only nineteen, but even for
that young she's not too bright," said Jack with a chuckle.
"Really?"
"She's kinda slow I think...just stares at you with those big brown
eyes." He looked back at Howard. "But she does what she's told...she's
very obedient." He smiled.
"I see," replied Howard. The fantasies were already starting to flood
his brain and he had to strain to cap them. "So what's the deal?"
"Well, her parents are immigrants who hardly speak English, real old
country types." Jack finished his beer and reached for the new one.
"And they've got nothing except this crummy little store they put
their whole lives into, etc, and they think their getting fucked out
of it."
"Mmmmm...and?"
"Well, they're all freaked out and it'll take 'em months to wade
through the red tape to figure out we're full of shit...and meanwhile
they're thinking any day they can get tossed out." He took a drink.
"And Grace is the eldest child, knows English the best, so we've
arrainged for her to meet us out at Randall's beach house...to discuss
the situation."
"Randall's beach house?"
"Well yeah," he laughed, "you know, the one we rent out for the
weekend."
"Oh...that beach house..." Howard smiled. He'd forgotten about the
beach house. It was a classic Victorian furnished with period art and
antiques. And it had a long back yard that literally stretched its way
to the ocean...creating a private little beach. They'd used it a
couple of times before with starlets. It was very impressive if a bit
haunted looking.
"So she's coming on Saturday to...ah...plead her case." Howerd
chuckled cruely. He felt an adrenilin rush in his stomach as he
realized his drink was empty again...
"Yeah..."
The time seemed to stand still for Howard and the days until Saturday
creeped by with agonizing slowness. His mind was a whirl of fantasy as
he tried to picture the girl in the photograph. She sounded too good
to be true, but Jack had never let them down yet. He was a bit of a
sleazeball but always seemed to come up with beautiful young girls for
the club- and neither was ever able to trace the other after.
The "club" as the members liked to call it had evolved slowly. They
were businessmen who knew one another and drank together during
various meetings and conventions. Late night alcohol consumption had
loosened up a few "wouldn't it be great if..." conversations that
invariably led to the topic of young women. Most went nowhere until
Jack joined the group. Unlike the rest who were corporate
heavyweights, Jack was an entrepreneur and a hustler. One night, Jack
had brought along a young blonde in a slinky dress with asperations in
the film world. He'd convinced her that the club members were all "in
the biz" and had her take off her dress and give them all blowjobs.
Things had degenerated from that night...
But at last, Saturday had arrived and he sat waiting with Jacob for
Jack to bring their prey. The two men made small talk while they
nervously waited. Finally they saw the rented limo pull up into the
driveway. They reluctantly moved away from the window so they weren't
caught staring out of it and sat down in the living room amidst
several piles of papers. Their hearts pounded with perverse excitement
as the doorbell's gentle chime beckoned. Howard went to the door and
twisted the knob.
He was stunned at what he saw. Jack had been right. Grace was
incredible, a doll's face on a tall, willowy body. She was dressed
very demurely in a long grey dress with a white collar. But he could
see the generous curves.
Jack saw that his friend was taken aback, and took it upon himself to
do the introductions. They all stepped into the house and Jacob was
introduced and they moved into the living room with its plush
furniture.
The nervousness was suddenly transmitted over to Grace who perched
herself on the edge of the couch. Her face showed a blush as she sat
up straight and tried to be as businesslike as possible in such
high-powered company.
"So which property are we talking about here?" asked Jacob abruptly.
"2278 Elmwood Avenue, sir" replied Grace in a small and gentle voice.
Jacob leafed through a stack of papers, stopping as though he'd found
something. "Yeah...that's going to be a burger joint."
"You see," said Grace, clearing her throat. "Right now there are three
family owned businesses there...and they're all tied to the
community."
Jacob looked at her without expression for a moment, causing her to
look down. Her face reddened again.
"Say, you know we've been working in here all morning," said Howard,
interupting and now back in full control. He looked around the room.
"What do you say we should take this discussion out to the beach."
"Great idea," chimed in the other two men. Jacob looked over at Grace.
"You probably didn't bring a suit did you?"
She looked stunned for a moment. Her eyes scanned the men. "N..no,"
she replied. Her face showed her confusion.
"No problem," said Howard, standing up. "We've got plenty of them
here...I'll get you one." He turned and walked to the hallway.
"Now it's possible," said Jacob, picking right up to keep her off
balance, "that if you can make a strong case...that we could wait a
year or two and see how these family businesses do. We've only just
taken over the building."
Her eyes widened slightly at the possibility. She was just about to
reply when Howard returned with a handful of material. He separated
the two pieces showing a bikini top and bottom. They were white with
blue stripes...and very skimpy. "Here you go," he said, handing them
to her. She stared at them for a moment. Her eyes darted around the
room for a moment before she slowly reached up for them.
"Th...thanks..." Her face once again went bright red as the three men
looked at her. This was a strange turn of events...but she didn't want
to be diffucult. None of the men made any sign of moving. She felt
them all staring at her.
"Wh...where c...can I change," she asked weakly. The thought seemed to
have crossed her mind that they might want her to change right there
in front of them. Howard smiled to himself. She was perfect.
"Here, follow me," he said. "I'll show you where and you can join us
outside when you've put the suit on."
She slowly got to her feet and followed him down the hall...
It seemed to take her forever to change as the three men sat out at a
large wood table and comfortable beach chairs out in the sun. None of
them, of course, had bothered to change. It was a beautiful day and
they were all enjoying a cold beer. They plotted their next moves and
laughed at how horrified the teenager must be at the prospect of so
skimpy a bikini- especially in front of them.
They all agreed that she was fabulous and each seemed to have big
plans for her. One the were all excited about was a medical
examination. They had all always fantisized about it and had yet to
subject a victim to it. They all wanted a video and Grace seemed
perfect for it. The image of this exquisite teenager lying on her back
while they pulled her clothes away and inspected her most intimate
places made them bristle with twisted lust. The tension built up
between them to an intolerable level.
Finally, they heard the back door and did their best to appear like
they were working as Grace carefully made her way to the table.
"Well, there you are," said Howard. His eyes almost bugged out of his
head when he saw her. Jack was right, she had an incredible body. The
bikini top clearly didn't fit her large breasts, causing them to peek
out from underneath the material. Her face was a mask of anguish as
she noticed the men were all wearing the same clothes.
"You look great," offered Jacob, his eyes running up and down her
body. His words caused her to turn bright red and she raised a hand up
to her face...and quickly then used it to brush hair away from her
face so as not to show her shame.
"Turn around," Jake continued. "Let's see how it fits."
Her face turned an even brighter shade of red. She could feel their
male eyes on her and was already dying of embarrassment standing in
front of them like this, like a piece of meat. They could see fear in
her eyes...but she swallowed with some difficulty, and slowly turned
herself around and gave them the back view. The bikini was so small in
the back that the men were treated to the sight of her almost nude
bottom with its rudely protruding cheeks. The sight caused the men to
exchange glances.
"Great," said Jacob, signalling her to turn back around, which she
did. "I've never seen that suit look better," he said with a little
laugh. "You look like a model." He took a swig of his beer. "Have you
ever done any modeling?"
"No." she replied. One of her arms subconsciously raised to cover her
breasts under their increasingly heated gaze.
"Here, sit down," offered Howard, breaking the tension. He motioned to
a chair which she quickly took. She hunched forward to keep her
breasts from protruding. "So, tell us about this community," he
continued, "and why it's important to keep the family businesses."
Here was her chance and she tried her best to ignore that she was
almost naked in front to three strange men. She explained the
immigrants who lived in the neighborhood and how they all relied upon
others who spoke their languages. She talked about the sense of pride
the community felt at being Americans and helping others adjust. She'd
really worked on this speech and was delivering it as best as she
could. She could feel them glancing down at her breasts as she spoke
and tried her best to pretend it wasn't happening. The men let her
speak for several minutes and let her make her case.
"Well," said Jacob, finding a nice place to stop her. "I didn't
realize there was quite so much involved. I think we should really
give this some thought. What about you?" he asked the others. They
could all see the ray of hope in Grace's beautiful face.
"I don't know," said Howard. "We're talking about a lot of money
here."
"Yeah, that's true," replied Jacob. He looked over at the girl. "But
Grace does have a point. Maybe we should wait a year and see how the
community does."
"Mmmm, I don't know," said Howard, getting to his feet. "We'll need to
discuss it...anyone want another beer?"
"Sure," said Jacob. "Yeah," said Jack, making his first sound in a
while and they watched as Howard made his way back into the house.
"He always worries more about the bottom line," said Jacob with a
wink. "But I think we might be able to bring him around."
Grace gave him a little smile that quickly disappeared. There was more
to this discussion and she knew it.
"But in the meantime," Jacob continued, "I wonder if you could do me a
favor?"
Her big brown eyes blinked for a second. "Wha..what?"
"Well, you see...I'm something of an amateur photographer...and you
look so good in that bikini...I wonder if you would pose for some
pictures for me."
Her eyes widened as her face turned red all over again.
"I...I...never..."
"That's okay," he continued, "you just have to stand there...you don't
mind do you." It was not a question.
"Ah...ah...no..."
"Great," he said, also getting to his feet. "I'll be right back." He
too walked back to the house. Now it was Jack's turn.
"That was good," he said to her. She looked over at him....clearly
stunned. "He loves to take pictures...I'd say go along with
him...that's really smart." Grace didn't reply. She just put her hand
up over her mouth and closed her eyes. It was only a few minutes
before Howard and Jacob returned with fresh beers and a camera.
"Why don't you and I go down to the water?"
"Here, why don't you lie down on the sand," said Jacob. He had taken a
few shots of the awkward girl in five or six typical poses on their
way down to the water's edge. They'd left the other two men behind and
were now virtually alone on the little strip of private beach.
Grace looked down at the spot and then back at Jacob. She clearly
didn't like the idea. But Jacob just waited until she gently lowered
herself down. She slowly leaned herself backward until she was lying
flat. She could feel her top riding up her chest and reached to adjust
it.
"No..don't," said Jacob sharply, causing her to freeze. He eyed the
breast meat bulging out from the bottom of her bikini top. "It looks
nice like that," he said. He smiled down at her. "just lay your hands
flat on the sand."
Grace slowly pulled her hands back and did as he asked. It was a rude
position and she closed her eyes in embarrassment and turned her face
away from him.
Jacob looked down at the stunning vision below him and raised the
camera. He took several shots and moved around her, standing directly
over her for several of them. The tease of her top caused his prick to
twitch in his pants. She just lay perfectly still in total submission
with her eyes closed while he took his shots. He could tell she was
simply enduring. Jesus, he thought to himself. If she had any idea
what was coming...
"Why don't we go into the water?"
Grace opened her eyes and looked up at him. He stood over her like a
predator. "Come on," he said. She sat up and then got to her feet
again. She reached up to adjust her top, but noticed Jacob wagging his
finger at her. It was obscene looking, but she lowered her arms.
"That's good," he said. "That's what we like to see in a model...being
able to follow instructions." He smile at her again and turn and began
walking. She followed him to the surf.
"Just go ahead and lay back down in the water," he said. He looked
down at her bikini top and then smiled at her in a way that made her
feel sick to her stomach.
She could feel his eyes on her back as she walked into the water. Once
again, she lowered herself down as Jacob came and stood over her. As
she lay back, she could feel that her top had riden even farther up
her chest and that the lower parts of her breasts were now exposed.
She fought the urge to pull it down. Once again, she tightly closed
her eyes and tried to endure the shame.
It was all Jacob could do not to reach down and yank her top off. He
was now dying to see her big tits. But the whole plan had to be
carried out methodically in order to work.
"Spread your arms straight out," he said. She did, leaving her breasts
even more exposed. He looked down at her lush body and his eyes
travelled up and down as he moved around her, snapping shot after
shot. Her skin was so brown and creamy and her face was the very
picture of shame as her big breasts stood out as though they were on
offer. He took several more and then stopped to reload his film. She
stayed perfectly still as the water swirled around her.
"Grace," he said finally. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at
him. She could only just make out his outline against the sun.
"Grace, I want you to do me another favor."
She stared up at him, feeling helpless. She didn't speak, instead her
eyes showed her fear at what was coming.
"There's no one around," he said. "And you have beautiful breasts,
Grace."
Her eyes clamped shut in shame.
"I want you to be a good girl and pull your top up for me."
She lay still for a moment, her eyes tightly shut. "P...please..." she
said finally. "Please...don't..." her voice trailed off.
"It's only for me, Grace," he said. "No one will ever see these
pictures."
She didn't move for a moment.
"Come on, Grace...do it."
She lay still and let out a small whimpering sound. And then her hands
slowly moved towards her chest. She let out another whimper as she
touched her bikini top. She kept her eyes tightly closed as she slowly
pushed her fingers under it and pulled it up over her big breasts. She
could feel them fall out as they came free and a terrible wave of
shame swept over her. Only two boys had ever seen them before.
"That's right...pull it up nice and high...let's see them..." Bernie's
voice was getting thick
She felt him move over her and instinctively put her hands over them.
"Come on...move your hands..."
She slowly pulled her hands away leaving her big breasts naked to his
gaze-- and his camera. He aimed and began taking pictures.
"Now splash some water on them," he said.
She bit her bottom lip and cupped her hands and began to splash water
over her chest. She felt the water splash against her tits as she
heard the click, click of the camera. A horrible feeling of dread
swept over her...
"Okay," said Bernie, after getting his fill. "Roll over in the
sand...and leave your top like that."
She hesitated a second and then turned herself over so that the sand
made contact with her wet and naked breasts. "I''ve always loved the
way that looks," he said as he watched her. "Now stand up."
Grace slowly got to her feet and held her arms over her front. Her
eyes were wild as she looked around for any other eyes. Bernie wagged
his finger at her again, and she slowly dropped her arms. Her big nude
tits stuck out rudely, now covered in sand. Her eyes looked up to the
house nervously. It was quite a way away.
"Don't worry," said Bernie. "They can't see us." Her wounded looking
eyes moved back to him. "Now...give me a smile..."
She stared at him for a second...and then tried to muster one, only
the right side of her mouth complying.
"Come on...a real smile..."
She tried again, and did better. He took several more shots and then
stopped. He looked her up and down again, causing her to look down at
the sand. Her face filled with the shame of posing with her breasts
exposed like this.
"Okay, brush off some of the sand," he said.
She hesitated and then reached up and gently began to push her hands
across herself to brush the sand away. His camera went to work again.
"Leg's too," he said, causing her to bend forward and makng her
breasts hang slightly. They bobbed with her actions.
"You have lovely skin, Grace," he said, stepping up right in front of
her. She closed her eyes in shame, affording him the freedom to stare
as much as he wanted- and his eyes stared down at her big nude tits.
"Okay," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. He took a few steps
back and stared at her gorgeous young body. "Why don't you go ahead
and take the top off..."
She stood perfectly still and didn't make a sound. He could see her
mind working....fighting. He noticed a tear emerge spill out over her
cheek. But her hands slowly came up and grasped the bikini top and
pulled it up over her head. She held it in front of her for a moment,
her face bright red with embarrassement. "Here," he said, holding out
his hand. She looked at him for a second and then held the garment out
to him. He stuffed part of it into his pocket, leaving the rest
hanging out against his leg, and eyed her up and down as he once again
loaded a new roll of film. She stood with her shoulders and head
bowed. Her shame was palpable. It was all going perfectly, he thought
to himself.
"Okay," he said finally. "Lie back down on again...your back...up here
at the edge of the water."
She looked at the spot he motioned to and then back at him. She
realized that doing so would only get sand all over her again but she
silently followed his instruction and laid down again. She kept still,
again with her eyes shut, as he moved around her, snapping away. He
pushed her farther and farther as he had her hug her arms together,
forcing her big breasts to bulge together obscenely.
"Now," said, again stepping back from her. "I want a special
shot...turn over up on your hands and knees." She slowly sat up and
silently turned herself around. "What I want is...when the water comes
up again..." he sqatted down himself. "I want you to hold yourself
over it...and then just dip your nipples in it."
She was shocked by his request. The word "nipples" clearly unnerved
her ever further. She looked at him for a moment without moving....and
then suddenly raised her hands to her face, squishing her big nude
tits under her forearms. "P...please..." she said, letting out a soft
sob. He let her cry for a moment before speaking
"Come on, now Grace," he said softly. "It's not such a big thing."
She didn't move.
"Now you and I want to cooperate with each other...don't we?"
She looked back at him through her spread fingers. His point was made
and she slowly lowered her arms.
"That's better," he said. "Now lean forward..."
She closed her eyes again and put her hands out in front of her as she
moved forward. It had the desired effect as her tits hung down beneath
her. The end of another wave gently spread toward her and she leaned
forward into the water.
"That's right..." said Jake, "...that's right...just the nipples..."
He began snapping away as the tips of her breasts kissed the water
pooled up beneath them. God, this was fucking perfect he thought to
himself. His eyes moved to her firm round ass, now sticking up in the
air. He got a couple of nice shots of it.
"Okay Grace," he said. "Stand back up."
She looked nervously around and then got to her feet.
"Now...now go ahead and slip the bottoms off too..."
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