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Object of Affection

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CHAPTER 14
The insistent beeping of the alarm slowly penetrated her
consciousness. She groped unwillingly for the bedside light and then
blinked painfully at her watch. Six a.m. Oh God, she thought
exhaustedly - barely three hours sleep. God damn that little bastard
to hell.
The answering machine sat silent and unblinking as she staggered past
it to the bathroom, with her punished buttocks still aching. Oh Rob,
she thought in weary agony, won't you ever phone? Can't you somehow
sense the hell I'm going through? Oh Rob - where ARE you?
The early morning streets were cold and empty as she drove to the
convenience store. The store clerk looked at her expressionlessly as
she made her purchases. She was too tired to offer him even a
minimal `Good morning.'
And then all too soon she was traveling back up in the elevator
towards Albie's apartment. She could feel herself trembling again.
God, she thought hopelessly, if this is just a foretaste of hell,
what's the real thing going to be like?
She stood numbly outside the apartment for some time, unable to bring
herself to go any further. Finally she fumbled with the key he had
given her and reluctantly unlocked the door. Then she took a deep
shaky breath and walked in.
The wrist and ankle cuffs were still strapped to the legs of the
armchair. She shuddered as she walked past them. Then she was in
through his door and standing beside his bed. Welcome back to hell,
she told herself bleakly.
Albie was sound asleep. He was lying there oblivious, mouth slightly
open and bare chest exposed, obviously naked under the bedclothes.
She stood there looking down at him, still trembling. Why can't you
do it? she asked herself hopelessly. Why can't you bring yourself to
just kill the little monster? She let out a despairing sigh and
started slowly getting undressed.
When she was naked she reached down and slowly and gently peeled back
his bedclothes, being careful not to disturb him. I mustn't wake him
yet, she told herself. He'll get angry - that's not the way he wants
to be woken up. Then she knelt beside the bed and brought her mouth
down softly onto his flaccid penis.
"Mmmmmm..." he moaned softly, still asleep, as his penis began slowly
hardening under her soft sucking. "Ohhhhhh...!"
As soon as he was fully erect she carefully straddled him, again
doing her best not to wake him prematurely, and gently guided his
erection towards her open vagina. "Aaahhh!..." he sighed as she slid
herself slowly down his shaft. "Ohhhhhh!..."
Then she carefully lowered her naked torso down against his and began
slowly humping her hips up and down on top of him. Thank God! she
thought, trembling with relief - it's all happening the way he
wanted. Please God, let him be happy. Please don't let him hurt me
this morning!
"Ohhhhhhhhh!..." he moaned as she continued her gentle humping. His
hands came up and gripped her slowly pumping buttocks, making her
wince as his fingers sank into her recently-punished flesh. Then his
eyes finally fluttered open. "Oh yeah," he slurred sleepily, gripping
her buttocks even harder - "my wake-up fuck. Jus'... jus' as good as
I thought it'd be. Oh God - yeahhhhhhhhh..."
She increased the speed of her humping. For God's sake come soon, she
thought. I've still got so much to do before I can go to school! She
started humping even faster. Oh please come!
"Oh yeah..." he moaned. "Feels so good... Oh God, what a way to... to
wake up. With a nice warm cunt... sliding up `n down my dick. Oh
yeahhhhhh... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
She was thudding her groin frantically against his by now. Come on,
you little bastard, she thought desperately, teeth gritted - for
God's sake just COME!
"Oh God - YEAHHHHHH!..." he screamed, ramming his hips urgently up
against hers and pulling her hard down against him with both
hands. "Fucking COMING!... Oh God - my fucking morning fuck...! Oh
God...! Oh fuck...! Oh yeah...!" His hands slipped off her buttocks
and his head fell back against the pillow. "Ohhhhhh fuuuckkk...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Thank God! she thought gratefully. Now I might even make it to school
on time. She lay trembling on top of him for a minute or two, waiting
for his breathing to slow before she made a move. "I'll go make your
breakfast now, Mr. May," she whispered, gently stroking his hair. "A
really, really nice hot breakfast. OK?" Oh God, she thought, please,
please, please let him be happy!
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned drowsily. "Pancakes... lots of pancakes... an'
maple syrup... an' ham... an' hash browns... All hot `n fresh... An'
OJ... freshly squeezed... An' hot coffee... Mmmmmmm..."
She eased herself off him and slipped her high heels back on. Then
she quickly rummaged around on his desk and found the makeshift
maid's cap. Got to have the regulation uniform, haven't I? she
thought bitterly as she adjusted it in front of his mirror. Then she
looked down at her freshly-shaved crotch. Uniform complete, she
thought sourly - I've even got his damn stuff running out of me. Oh
God! She gave a small shudder of distaste and headed for the kitchen.
She worked as fast as she could, continually glancing at her watch as
the minutes ticked by. "Breakfast's ready, Mr. May," she called at
last. "Come and get it while it's hot."
There was a short pause. Then his voice came from his
bedroom. "Suzie," he said, sounding irritated, "that's not the way
you do it. C'mere!"
Oh God, she thought in sudden apprehension, what've I done wrong now?
I tried to remember everything he told me. Oh God! She almost ran
back to his bedroom. "Yes, Mr. May?" she said, trembling in front of
him.
He blinked up at her from the pillow, still looking
irritated. "That's not the way you do it," he said again. "Maids
don't yell at their masters from the kitchen. Do they?"
"Oh God! I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. May. I'm sorry." She took a deep
breath, trying to control her trembling, and brought herself to naked
attention in front of him. "Excuse me, Mr. May," she said shakily,
arms rigid by her sides, "your breakfast is served."
"That's better." He lay there looking at her nakedness for a while
longer. "You wearing the right uniform?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"Maid's cap? High heels?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"Earrings? Wristwatch?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"Lots of my cum running out of your cunt?"
She flushed. "Yes, Mr. May."
"Fresh fashion stripes on your ass?"
Her flush deepened. "Yes, Mr. May." God damn you, she thought
resentfully, you ought to know! You put them there yourself just a
few hours ago!
"OK." He sounded mollified at last. He stretched lazily and sat
up. "So now my kitchen maid can lead me to the kitchen."
She stood there, still at attention, looking at him
blankly. "W...what?"
He smiled and got to his feet. "You screwed up on the last part,
Suzie. So I just added something new." He pointed to the floor in
front of him. "Get down there - hands and knees."
Oh God, she thought, what now? She got down in front of him on all
fours, trembling again.
"Now," he went on, "crawl over here. And get my dick in your mouth."
Oh God! She crawled forward obediently and reached up with one hand
to grasp his flaccid penis. As she craned her neck up and closed her
mouth over it, the leftover taste of his semen and her vagina made
her grimace. Now what the hell do you want, you little pervert, she
thought as she started sucking again. And how long's it going to
take, for God's sake? I've got to leave for school soon!
"OK." His voice came from above her. "Now crawl backwards. Like I
said, lead me to the kitchen."
Oh God - your breakfast's getting cold, she thought despairingly as
she started shuffling backwards along the floor. And it's getting
later and later! She trembled as she strained up on her fingertips to
keep her mouth over his penis, and tried to concentrate on crawling
backwards in time with his movements.
"Yeah," he sighed contentedly, pressing her head against his crotch
with both hands as he shuffled slowly forward, "lead me, Suzie. Tow
me by my dick. Suck me all the way to the kitchen. Oh yeahhhhhh...!"
Oh God! Out through his door... <Suck, shuffle, suck> ...Backwards
across the living room... <Shuffle, suck, shuffle> ...Into the
kitchen... <Shuffle, suck...>
"Back in under the table," he commanded. "And keep your mouth on my
dick until I'm sitting down. Then you can go serve my breakfast."
She let out a sigh of desperate relief as he pulled a chair in behind
him and finally settled down. "Yeah," he sighed again as her mouth
came away, "that was good. You can lead me to breakfast like that
every morning!"
She gave a quick frantic glance at her watch as she backed out from
under the table. Oh my God, she thought hopelessly, look at the time!
She hastily served his breakfast and ran over to him with the plate,
then stood rigidly at trembling attention beside him again. "Is... is
that good, Mr. May?" she asked hesitantly as he started shoveling
forkfuls into his mouth. "Do you like it?"
"It's half cold, Suzie," he said indistinctly through a mouthful of
pancake. "Didn't I tell you I wanted it all hot and fresh?"
But it WAS hot! she thought despairingly. And then you... you made me
do all that extra stuff. And it got cold. Oh God!
He put the fork down and looked up at her. "You should've called me
to breakfast the right way, Suzie. So it was your screw up that made
it get cold." He pointed to the kitchen bench. "Go get me that
pancake lifter. Now!"
It's not fair, she thought hopelessly, trembling again as she ran
over to pick up the broad plastic spatula. I try so damn hard and
you're still not happy. You little bastard! Oh God, oh God, oh God...!
He was holding out his hand as she ran back with it. "OK," he said as
he took it from her, "now bend over the table here beside me and
stick your butt out. Let's see if a hot ass'll teach you about hot
breakfasts." He picked up the fork in his other hand and started
eating again.
Her tears were flowing once more as she bent over, pressing her bare
breasts down against the cold tabletop. She gripped the far edge of
the table and waited shivering for her punishment. I should've known,
she thought bitterly - I should've known you'd find some excuse to
punish me again, you little... "Aaaaggghhh!" she wailed as the
spatula suddenly came down hard against one of her tender
buttocks. "Owwwwww!"
"Hot and fresh!" he shouted as he swung the spatula again. <SLAPPP!
SLAPPP!> "...That's the way I want my breakfast!..." <SLAPPP! SLAPPP!
SLAPPP!> "...You got that, Suzie?..." <SLAPPP! SLAPPP! SLAPPP! SLAPPP!
>
"Aaaahhhhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God I'm sorry Mr. May I'll time the
cooking much better tomorrow and I'll do everything the way you told
me I swear it... Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwwww!!"
"You better." He lowered the spatula for a moment while he shoveled
some more breakfast into his mouth. "Tomorrow morning you better get
it exactly right. You understand?" <SLAPPP!>
"Owwwwww! Yes, Mr. May!"
"Breakfast hot and fresh." <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!>
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yes, Mr. May! Owwwwww!..."
"And call me to breakfast the right way, like a real respectful
maid." <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!>
"Aaaaagggggh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Yes, Mr. May. Oh God!"
"And tow me to the breakfast table by my dick, like I just showed
you." <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!> <SLAPPP!>
"Aaaaahhhhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" Her feet kicked wildly out behind
her as she gripped the table edge in pain. "Oh God - yes, yes, yes!
Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwwww!..."
"OK." He finally dropped the spatula on the table. "Now get back
under the table and suck my dick some more while I finish my
breakfast. C'mon - move!"
"Oh God," she sobbed, launching herself hurriedly up off the
tabletop. She scrambled under the table and pressed her face quickly
up between his legs. "Oh God... Mmmmmmmm..." The tears running down
her face mixed with her saliva as she sucked at his flaccid penis.
She could feel her burning buttocks throbbing and her bare knees were
hurting against the hard floor. "Mummmmm... mmmmmm... mmmmmm... Oh
Gob... Mmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmmmmmm...!"
Finally she heard his fork clatter down onto his empty plate. "Oh
yeah," he sighed contentedly, "not bad. Not bad at all. Breakfast and
a blow job, all at the same time. Oh yeah..." His hands came down
under the table and gripped her hair. "And tomorrow it'll be even
better. Won't it, Suzie?"
"Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Yeb, Mr May... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm...
Ummmmmm..."
"OK." He finally pushed her face away from his limp organ. "Take my
plate away and bring me the coffee. And then I guess you can go get
dressed again."
Thank God! "Yes, Mr. May," she said hastily. She scrambled out and
quickly picked up his plate, then ran over and brought back his
coffee, glancing again at her watch. Oh God, she thought, if I hurry
maybe I can just make it! And she ran back to his bedroom to retrieve
her clothes.
He was still sitting naked and slowly sipping his coffee when she got
back, with her face washed and freshly made up. Immediately he looked
at her skirt and frowned. "You're not wearing panties, are you,
Suzie?"
"No, Mr. May. You told me..."
"Show me."
Oh God! She let out a sigh of resignation and reached down and lifted
her skirt.
He sat looking at her. "So get on with it," he said at last.
"W...what?"
"C'mon, Suzie, you gotta know the drill by now." His tone was
impatient. "Waddaya do before you leave? You lift your skirt... and
then what?"
Oh God! Her face flamed as she lifted the skirt even higher and
reluctantly brought her free hand down towards her exposed crotch.
She slowly pushed one finger inside herself and then began pumping it
in and out. Oh God, she thought again - you filthy little bastard!
"Faster," he said suddenly. "Do it faster. And deeper."
Oh God, oh God, oh God, she thought despairingly, I've got to go!
I'll be late, I'll be late, I'll be late...! She pumped at herself
frantically. For God's sake let me GO!
"Suzie." His voice stopped her in her tracks. She looked across at
him and then she saw it - he was erect again. He smiled at her. "You
put on a great show, Suzie. In fact you put on such a great show that
now I need another fuck. A farewell fuck before you go."
"Oh God, Mr. May, there's no TIME! I've got to leave right now or
I'll be late for school! Oh God, please can't it wait till recess or
something...?"
His expression hardened. "You got thirty seconds, Suzie, to get naked
again and get that bald cunt of yours sliding up and down my dick.
Otherwise I'll just go send some emails."
"Oh my God!" She tore her clothes off and dumped them on the table.
Then she ran over to him and straddled him as he sat there, grabbing
at his penis and pushing it hastily into her vagina. Her hands
clutched at his shoulders as she slid herself quickly down his
erection and then started desperately bouncing herself up and
down. "Oh God," she panted as her bare breasts bobbed wildly in time
with her movements, "there's no time...!"
"Uhhhhhh!..." he gasped, grabbing at her waist as she bounced
frantically up and down on his thighs. "Then tomorrow morning...
uhhhhhh!... you better get here... uhhhhhh!... earlier!... Oh God...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
She felt the sweat breaking out on her forehead as she strained
desperately to keep up the pace. Goddammit, she thought hopelessly...
<up-down-up-down-up-down> ...I'm going to be late, I'm going to be
late!... <up-down-up-down-up-down> ...Oh God, I'm going to be so
damned LATE!... <up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down...>
"Oh yeah..." he panted, tightening his grip on her waist, "nothing
like a... a fast fuck!... Oh God - fuck me faster, Suzie, fuck me
faster...! Oh God, yeah... yeah... yeah... Aaaahhh... Aaaahhh...
Aaahhh... Aaahhh... Aaahhh..."
She was gasping with fatigue now, her lungs on fire and her legs like
jelly as she drove herself desperately to keep bouncing. Oh God, you
little bastard, she thought in despair - come, come, come, come,
COME...! And then just as she felt she couldn't last for even one
second longer he suddenly screamed and thrust his hips frantically
upwards. "Oh fuck...!" he howled. "Oh God...! That cunt on my dick...
Too much...! Coming... COMING...! Oh FUCK...!
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...!!"
Oh thank God, she thought as she slumped forward against him, with
her abused vagina aching and burning. Thank God... thank God... thank
God...
His hands squeezed wearily at her trembling buttocks. "Oh God,
Suzie," he sighed, still breathing hoarsely, "you sure know how to
fuck... Oh God, I'm just gonna keep you here and fuck you and fuck
you... all fucking day... Ohhhhhh Goddddddddddddddd..."
Oh no! Her heart sank with despair. "Oh please, Mr. May," she begged
desperately, "I've got to go to school, I've just got to! Oh God,
please, please, please - I'll lose my job...!"
His head fell back in the chair and his eyes closed. "OK," he said
tiredly as his hands fell away from her hips, "fuck off. Before I
change my mind."
She leapt up off his lap and grabbed at her clothes. "Oh God," she
moaned - "so late! So damned late - Oh God...!"
She heard his voice from behind her as she rushed out the door. It
sounded something like "Have a good day." God damn you, she thought
hopelessly, slamming the door behind her and running to the elevator.
God damn you to hell!
She drove like a woman possessed. At least three drivers honked their
horns angrily as her as she cut in front of them. She finally
screeched to a halt in the school carpark at 9.06 a.m., then leapt
out and ran frantically across to her classroom. She could feel her
braless breasts bouncing wildly inside her clothing as she ran. Oh
God please don't let anyone see me, she prayed - please, please,
please, please, please...
Then as she ran up to the door of her classroom, gasping and panting,
she realized that one of the new male teachers was standing further
up the hallway, staring open-mouthed at the front of her blouse. She
stopped, face burning, and quickly straightened her clothing. Then
she took a deep shuddering breath and walked into her class - ten
minutes late.
* * * * *
The last of her students finally filed out for lunch. She slumped
down in her chair and closed her eyes. Thank God that's over, she
thought gratefully - the morning definitely didn't get any better as
it went on. Oh God!
She let out a deep sigh and reached down slowly and wearily to pick
up her lunchbox. Then she remembered. Oh God, she thought in sudden
alarm, I can't just sit here!
She quickly wolfed down half a sandwich and jumped up, biting quickly
into her apple as she hurried out of the door. For God's sake what's
the time? she thought anxiously, looking at her watch and clutching
at the key she held in her other hand. Whatever I do I've got to get
there first!
As she approached the rear of the school she looked hastily behind
her, then darted into a side hallway. She hurried up to a locked door
and quickly inserted the key in the lock, looking fearfully behind
her again. "Oh!..." she gasped, flushing as Albie suddenly appeared
around the corner and headed towards her.
"Hi, Suzie," he said, smiling crookedly. "How'd the morning go? Many
of the guys notice your loose boobs?"
"Oh God, Mr. May," she said apprehensively, "you should have waited!
You should have waited a few minutes longer." She looked over his
shoulder, trembling with anxiety as she hustled him into the
storeroom. "We can't afford to be seen together like this. For God's
sake!..."
"What's the matter, Suzie?" He was still smiling as she hurriedly
closed the door and locked it. "Afraid the guys are gonna get
jealous? After they spent all morning watching your boobs bouncing?"
His smile got wider. "Did you bend over for them? So they could look
down your blouse? It must've been a fun morning."
Her flush got deeper as she remembered. Remembered how carefully she
had tried to move around the classroom, to stop her loose breasts
from moving. How sometimes she had forgotten and moved too quickly.
How some of the boys had nudged each other and whispered and
snickered. It had been anything but a fun morning!
"Your troubles are over, Suzie," he went on. "You can bounce your
boobs as much as you want in front of me and I won't mind." His lips
twisted. "In fact, why don'tcha take your blouse off and bounce them
for me right now?"
Oh God! She reached up to the front of her blouse and began to slowly
unbutton it. He stood watching her as she finally removed it and laid
it down on a nearby shelf. "The skirt too," he said. "But leave you
high heels on. You look good in those."
She put the skirt beside the blouse and stood in front of him, naked
in her shoes. "OK," he said. "Bounce."
Her face flamed. She gritted her teeth and shook herself, making her
bare breasts wobble briefly.
"Aw, c'mon, Suzie," he said sarcastically. "That all the bouncing you
did? All morning?"
Oh God, you little pervert! She clenched her fists and shook herself
longer, making her breasts quiver and jiggle.
"Yeah," he said happily, "the guys must've had fun all right,
watching your tits doing that all morning under your blouse." His
mouth twisted again. "I bet they were sitting there with their
tongues hanging out, wishing they could fuck you. Wishing you were
theirs."
Then he moved closer and pressed himself up against her naked
body. "But you're not theirs. You're mine. You know that, don't you,
Suzie?" He reached up and stroked her hair. "Your head's mine..." His
fingers slid around to her lips. "...Your mouth's mine. I can
skullfuck you whenever I want. You know that. Don't you?"
The hopeless despair was back now, overwhelming her humiliation. "Oh
God. Y...yes, Mr. May."
His hands moved to her breasts. "And your tits are mine. I can suck
them and bite them and squeeze them..."
"Ohhhhh!..." she gasped.
"...As much as I want." His fingers tugged at her nipples. "And I can
put those neat little clips on your nips whenever I feel like it. You
know that too, don't you?"
She shuddered. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered hopelessly. "I know
that."
"And your ass." His hands slid down and cradled her bruised
buttocks. "That's mine, too. I can paddle it and make it red and
stripy whenever I want. Can't I?"
The tears were stinging her eyes now. "Yes, Mr. May. Oh God."
His hand moved around to her crotch. "And what else is mine? Tell me,
Suzie."
"Oh God. My... my cunt. That's yours too, Mr. May."
His finger was up inside her, making her wince. "What for, Suzie?
Why's it mine?"
"So you can f...f...fuck it, Mr. May. Oh God."
His finger pumped slowly in and out of her. "So I can fuck it and
fuck it and fuck it until I can't stand up. That's right, isn't it?"
She closed her eyes and turned her face away in despair. "Yes, Mr.
May. So you can... so you can fuck it and fuck it and fuck it until
you can't stand up." Oh Rob, she thought in agony, where are you? Oh
for God's sake, WHY AREN'T YOU HERE?
He was still talking as he probed her vagina. "Did you get the rug
and the towel at recess, like I told you?"
Her face burned again. "Y...yes, Mr. May. I laid them round behind
the shelves."
"Good." He laid his hands on her bare buttocks and gave her a
push. "Let's go there. I need another fuck."
God, she thought hopelessly as she walked in front of him, when DON'T
you need one, you little bastard? And how long before someone catches
us doing it? Oh God!
He stopped near the rug and started peeling off his T-shirt. Then he
paused, staring at her. "What are you waiting for, Suzie?" he
demanded. "Why aren't you down there on your back with your legs
open? You think I want to wait all day?"
She flinched, her cheeks throbbing with sudden humiliation. How was I
to know what the hell you wanted, you little bastard? she thought
bitterly. One minute it's a blow job, the next minute it's me on top,
the next minute it's missionary... She got down on the rug and spread
her legs and turned her face away, lips trembling.
He finished getting undressed and pressed his naked body down against
hers. "Oh God," he sighed as he slowly pushed himself into her, "that
cunt sure feels nice. So fucking NICE...!" He settled down to a slow
unhurried rhythm, his bare buttocks rising and falling slowly and
steadily on top of her. "Oh God... Just gonna do it... and do it..
and do it... All fucking DAY...!"
God damn you, she thought in despair as she lay there grunting under
his slow thrusting, you might have all day but I haven't! She looked
fearfully over towards the locked door. For God's sake get finished
so I can get out of here!
But he was showing no sign of finishing. "Oh God," he gasped as he
kept up the same slow in-and-out cadence on top of her, "this would
have to be... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... the best fucking fuck...
uhhhhhh!... I've ever HAD!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... And
it's going on... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... for fucking EVER!...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."
For God's sake finish! she thought desperately. She grabbed for his
face with both hands, pulling his lips onto hers and probing
frantically into his open mouth with her tongue. Then she quickly
wrapped her legs around him and began thudding her hips urgently up
and down on the rug. Oh God, you little bastard - finish, finish,
FINISH!...
"Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..." he slobbered into her open mouth. Then he
lifted his face away. "My dick... getting to you or something,
Suzie?" he panted. He speeded up his thrusting to match her
movements. "You horny bitch - you're starting to... uhhhhhh!...
uhhhhhh!... like all this fucking... aren't you?... Oh fuck - kiss me
like that again! Mmmmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!"
Her face burned with shame under his kissing. God damn you, you
little monster, she thought savagely, I am NOT a whore - I do NOT
enjoy being raped day and night! But if you don't finish soon I'll be
late for my afternoon class as well! She tightened her grip on his
face and rammed her mouth even harder against his, licking and
probing and sucking, while she tightened her legs and ground her
groin against him. For God's sake - COME!!...
He tore his mouth away again. "Oh God," he wailed as his thrusting
became even harder and faster, "that fucking CUNT!... Warm... and
wet... and fucking fantastic!... Oh shit...! Oh fuck...! Oh God...!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh YEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!..."
Thank God! she thought as she finally felt his semen spurting out
inside her. She fell back against the rug, panting and exhausted.
Thank God! Thank God!...
"Oh God..." he sighed, slumping down onto her. He gave a few last
tired thrusts with his rapidly-softening penis. "Oh God... Oh
fuuuckkkkkk...!"
She rolled her eyes apprehensively towards the door. "Mr. May," she
said hesitantly as he lay breathing hoarsely on top of her, "I... I
have to go. I've got to get ready for my afternoon class. I can't
afford to be late again. Please, Mr. May...!"
"Oh God..." He finally rolled off her and lay on his back on the
rug. "Oh fuck..." He reached over and wearily fondled one of her
breasts. "And... and you liked it too, didn't you, Suzie? You really
got into it, humping and kissing me like that." He let out a long
tired sigh, and then slid one hand up under her head, lifting it
slightly up off the floor. "So why don'tcha... why don'tcha give Mr
Dick a nice big wet licky kiss. And then you can tell him, `Thanks
for a fantastic fuck, Mr Dick.' "
Her face burned again. Oh God - it was just to finish you off, you
conceited little bastard! She struggled up off the floor and
unwillingly brought her face down towards his wet penis. "Th...thank
you for a fantastic fuck, Mr Dick," she muttered, and briefly kissed
it.
"Nah," he said. "A nice big kiss, Suzie - a nice big long wet licky
sucky kiss. And then say it again. Say it like you meant it."
Oh God! Rape's not enough, is it? she thought bitterly. I've got to
thank you for it afterwards! She took his limp penis in one hand and
bent down to it again, kissing and licking and sucking and shuddering
at the taste. "Th...thank you, Mr Dick," she said once more as her
mouth came away. "Thank you for a fantastic fuck." Oh God!
"Kiss him again," he commanded. "Lick him clean. And say, `Please get
hard again soon, Mr Dick, so you can fuck me again.' "
She bent down again, flushed with humiliation, and began licking. As
soon as the taste had receded she lifted her head and said, as
grudgingly as she dared, "Please get hard again soon, Mr Dick. So you
can f...fuck me again." Satisfied now, you little pervert?
"Yeah," he sighed contentedly - "nothing like a grateful bitch." He
pushed her away. "OK - stand up and let me see my cum running out of
your cunt. Then you can go."
She got up, still trembling, and stood at attention in front of
him. "Yeah," he said again, "look at all that cum. Looks great." He
looked sharply up at her. "Don't you go cleaning it off - you leave
it there. You got that?"
Oh yes, she thought bitterly, I've got it all right - I go back to my
class stinking like a brothel! "Yes, Mr. May," she said sullenly as
she pulled her clothes back on.
He waved one hand in dismissal. "OK - fuck off, back to your class.
All the guys must be waiting for you. Waiting for you to bounce your
boobs again." He smiled up at her. "Have fun."
She turned to leave, her face crimson. Thanks for nothing - you
little bastard!
"Oh, Suzie." His voice stopped her near the door. "Be ready to leave
at 4 p.m. Today you're gonna take me shopping."
* * * * *
As they walked into the electronics store her heart sank. My God, she
thought - look at the price of all this stuff, for God's sake! She
looked hopelessly across at Albie. Oh God - so now I suppose you're
going to make me blow months and months of savings.
He looked back at her, reading her mind. "Yeah, Suzie, that's right -
now you get to spend lots of money. Aren't you lucky?" He smiled
thinly. "You find your credit card?"
"Yes, Mr. May," she muttered sullenly.
"Where was it?"
She flushed. "In the bottom of my overnight bag. Joey... Joey must've
hidden it there." The twisted little bastard!
Albie grunted. "Yeah. Too bad you got caught short in Jake's store."
Then he smiled again. "But it worked out OK, didn't it? His customers
oughta have a real ball on Wednesday night."
The feeling of bleak despair swept over her once more. "Oh God, Mr.
May," she said hopelessly, "I... I can't go through with that. I just
can't! For God's sake why can't I just go and pay for the stuff
and... and leave it at that? Please, Mr. May - for pity's sake...!"
But the young salesman was on them before Albie could reply. "Hi,
folks," he said brightly. "Anything I can help you with?"
She stood there hopelessly, listening to them talking unintelligible
jargon together, about pocket PCs and Bluetooth and wireless
internet, while the upcoming evening in Jake's store kept running and
running through her mind. Oh God, she thought despairingly, maybe if
I went there alone and offered to pay him. Maybe if I offered to pay
him double...
"You got your credit card there, Suzie?" Albie's voice interrupted
her thoughts. "It's time to pay and go."
She looked numbly at the four-figure sum on the credit card slip, and
then signed it without a word. My God, she thought hopelessly -
months of savings. Months and months...!
"So be sure to get back to me if you have any problems," the young
salesman was saying. "Like I already told you, it's kinda slow, and
it's not real cheap to use. You need a big budget if you're gonna
spend much time online."
Albie smiled at him. "No problem," he said. "I got someone to cover
the bills for me. Thanks for everything."
"You're welcome." The salesman was already turning away to serve the
next customer. "Have a good day."
She tried again after they were sitting back in the car. "Mr. May -
about Wednesday night..."
"Look at this, Suzie." He held up the small computer. "Wireless
internet. Now I can go online anywhere." He peered at it again,
working the little keyboard with one hand. "And if I go to this
site... Yeah - there we are." He held it up near her face. "See -
there's your video. The one of you and Joey. Kinda slow and
jerky, `cause there isn't a lot of bandwidth, but there it is. Isn't
that great?"
She stared numbly at the jerky little image. It froze momentarily,
with Joey grimacing as he thrust into her from behind, then stuttered
back to life again. "Oh God," she whispered. "You mean... you mean
now you can send that video from anywhere? Even... even without a
phone line? Oh my God..."
"Yeah." He was smirking at her. "Pics and videos - from anywhere. Any
time. I can send stuff to your old man, I can send stuff to your
boss, I can send stuff to the cops. Anywhere. Any time. Isn't that
great?"
She sat there stunned, staring hopelessly at the little screen.
Joey's penis was in her mouth now. "Oh God," she whispered again as
despair completely overwhelmed her. "Oh GOD...!"
"So," he went on, "whenever I tell you to do something, Suzie, you
better fucking do it. And you better do it fast. Now drive me back to
the school."
* * * * *
She stood there trembling, back at the storeroom door, while he
waited impatiently for her to unlock it. Oh God, she thought dully as
the door swung open, what's he going to do to me now?
He walked inside, looking around at the shelves. "Where are the
marker pens, Suzie? I need one."
"Th...there, Mr. May." She pointed hesitantly. What the hell does he
want now, she thought. "But you... you have to sign for it..."
"You sign for it, Suzie." He carelessly ripped open one of the boxes
and took out a black marker. "I'm just a student, remember?" He held
up the pen, looking at it. "Yeah, that'll do."
She trotted fearfully after him as he headed around behind the
shelves. For God's sake, she thought, what does he...?
"Where's that rug?" he demanded. "And the towel?"
"Oh God - I... I took them away after class. I didn't want anyone
else finding them. Oh God, I'm sorry, Mr. May, I didn't know you'd
want them again today." She turned away, desperate to appease
him. "I'll... I'll go get them again right now..."
"Forget it." He knelt down beside the stack of shelves and carefully
wrote something on the edge of the bottom shelf, down near the floor.
She moved hesitantly closer and looked down, torn between curiosity
and fear. FMJ the writing said. What the hell?... she thought,
baffled.
"OK." He stood up again, capping the pen and slipping it into his
pocket. "Let's go."
She locked the storeroom door behind them and then hurried after him
again, still baffled. He led her back to the classroom where he had
raped her on the floor several days before. Oh God, she thought,
remembering the janitor's vacuum cleaner just outside the door while
they were doing it - where is that damned janitor anyway? She looked
nervously around her again as they went inside. And what's he going
to think, for God's sake, if he sees me following a teenage boy
around the school at this hour?
Albie was kneeling on the floor again, up at the front of the
classroom, writing something low down on one of the legs of the
teacher's desk. "FMJ," he said aloud as he wrote it. He looked up at
her. "You know what that stands for, Suzie?"
"N...no, Mr. May. I..."
He stood up and pocketed the pen again. "It stands for Fucked Suzie.
I thought you might've guessed by now." He smiled at her. "And you
know something, Suzie? Before we're finished I'm gonna have it
written all over the school. And then like I said before, wherever I
go in this damn school I can tell myself: `That's the spot where I
fucked Suzie.' " He moved closer and then reached out, sliding her
skirt up her thigh and slipping his hand in under it. His fingers
found her pantyless crotch. "That OK with you, Suzie? You looking
forward to being fucked all over the school?"
"Aaahhh...!" she gasped as one of his fingers slid up inside
her. "I... Oh God - y...yes, Mr. May. Whatever you say. Ohhhhhh...!"
"Whatever I say, huh? Well, isn't that great?" His finger started
sliding in and out of her vagina. "But Suzie," he went on
softly, "don't you remember something? Don't you remember back at the
electronics store? Don't you remember what you did when I talked
about Wednesday night?"
She felt a sudden chill of fear. Oh God, she thought, trembling -
what now?
His finger kept moving in and out. "You argued, Suzie. That's what
you did. You remember now?"
"Oh God, Mr. May, I..."
"And it wasn't the first time today. You argued when I wanted that
farewell fuck after breakfast. Remember that too?" His finger was
still moving inside her.
"Oh God, Mr. May, it... it was only because it was so late and..."
"What did I say was gonna happen to you when you argued? After I told
you to do something?" His finger delved deeper. "What did I say was
gonna happen, Suzie?"
She trembled. "Oh God. You said I'd... I'd get my ass paddled. Oh
God, please, Mr. May..."
"Yeah," he breathed, stroking her clitoris, "that's what I said,
didn't I?" He paused, pulling at her shaved labia until she winced,
then sliding his finger right up inside her again. "But you know
something, Suzie - I'm not such a bad guy. I'm gonna give you a
chance to get out of the paddling. Isn't that nice of me?"
She stood there wincing and gasping as his fondling got
rougher. "Uhhhhhh!... Oh, y...yes, Mr. May, that's... ohhhhhh!...
that's so nice of you. Ahhhhhh!..."
"Right. So - all you gotta do is get the answer right. The answer
I've already got here in my pocket." He pumped his finger slowly in
and out of her some more. "So guess. Guess where I'm gonna write it
next. Guess the next place where I'm gonna write FMJ, Suzie."
Oh God! Her mind raced. What was it he said before? she thought
desperately. What's the dirtiest, most humiliating...? "The boys'
washroom!" she burst out suddenly. "One... one of the toilet
cubicles."
"Lemme see." He made a great show of pulling a small piece of paper
out of his pocket with his free hand. "And the answer is..." He
paused, deliberately dragging out the moment. "...One of the GIRLS'
toilet cubicles!" He looked at her in mock sympathy. "Gee, Suzie -
you were so damn close. What a fucking shame!"
Oh God, she thought in despair, how could I possibly have guessed
THAT? And anyway, how do I know it really was...?
"See?" He held the piece of paper up in front of her face. "No
cheating." He smiled at her. "Just thought we'd do something
different. For a change." Then he took his other hand away from her
vagina and slid it around under her skirt to fondle her
buttocks. "But your ass still gets the paddling. Tough luck. And you
were so damn close!" He pushed her towards the door, with his hand
still up under her skirt against her bare buttocks. "Now get moving.
It's FMJ time again, Suzie. And I'll even let you choose the cubicle."
Oh God, she thought in dismay as they came out through the door
together, where's the janitor? She looked wildly up and down the
brightly-lit hallway. Is he going to see me being felt up like this,
for God's sake?
Albie laughed softly. He kept fondling her bare buttocks under her
skirt as they walked along. "What's the problem, Suzie? The janitor's
busy down the other end of the school. We've got plenty of time to
fit in your next fuck before he gets back, if that's what you're
worried about." He snickered again. "I wouldn't want to disappoint
you. Not after you had so much fun at lunchtime."
They finally reached the girls' washroom. Thank God, she thought
gratefully, looking back over her shoulder as they went in through
the door - at least I'm not out in the hallway any more. With this
little bastard's hand up my skirt. Oh God!
They stood together in the large tiled room. Albie's hand moved down
her buttocks and slid in between her thighs from behind. "OK, Suzie,"
he said, with his finger feeling up between her labia, "which
cubicle? Like I said, you get to choose."
"Oh God." She pointed blindly. "Th..that one." And let's do it
quickly, for God's sake, she thought desperately - before the janitor
gets here!
"OK," he said. "Strip." His finger was still prodding at her vagina
from behind. "I can't fuck you with all those clothes on."
Oh God! She stood there trembling, unbuttoning her blouse while his
hand kept groping up under her bare buttocks. After her blouse was
off she stood with it in her hands, looking helplessly around her.
The benches were out of reach, and she didn't want to anger him by
moving away from his probing fingers. "Just drop it on the floor," he
told her. "And then take off your skirt."
He took his hand away so she could slide her skirt down her thighs.
Then as she bent over to slide the skirt down to her ankles he put
his hand back again. "Just step out of it, Suzie," he said as his
finger slid back up inside her. "No one's gonna steal your clothes
while you're getting fucked."
She stepped forward numbly, naked except for her shoes, with his hand
still working up under her crotch. Well of course I didn't think
they'd be stolen, she thought despairingly. But what's the janitor
going to think, for God's sake, if he looks in and sees all my
clothes lying there on the floor?
He still had his hand under her crotch as they walked to the
cubicle. "Now," he said as they squeezed inside together, "you get
another choice. Where do you want to do it?"
She looked around uncertainly. "There's... there's no room..."
"There's always room for a fuck, Suzie. If you want it bad enough."
His finger moved in and out of her. "How about standing up, against
the back of the door?"
"Y...yes, Mr. May. If that's what you..."
"But..." He was still talking as his finger kept moving inside
her. "...Then I'd write FMJ on the inside of the door. That OK with
you, Suzie?"
Oh God, she thought in alarm, that's so conspicuous! Everyone's bound
to notice it there, and then sooner or later someone's sure to find
out what it means! "Oh God! Isn't... isn't there some other way...?"
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "I could sit on the toilet lid, I
guess. And then you could sit on me and fuck me, like you did this
morning after breakfast."
"Yes, yes..." She clutched at him. "Let's do it like that! But please
let's do it quickly, Mr. May - before the janitor comes. Oh God -
please!..."
"But," he went on, "then I'd have to write FMJ on the toilet lid.
That still OK with you?"
"Oh God - no!" she wailed. She looked frantically around the tiny
space. "But there's nowhere else...!"
"How about on the floor, Suzie? Then I'd write it on the toilet
pedestal, down near the floor. Would that be OK?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she said desperately. "For God's sake let's just get
it done..." Then she stopped, looking despairingly around again. "But
how will we fit...?"
"Just get down on the floor, Suzie. Then we'll see how it works out.
Like I said, there's always room for a fuck." He pulled his sneakers
off and then got undressed except for his T-shirt, hanging his
clothes over the cubicle door.
She sat down hesitantly, gasping as her bare bottom came in contact
with the cold tiles. "Oh God," she said, trying to lie down beside
the toilet pedestal, "there's no room...!"
"Just slide your legs out under the door, Suzie. It doesn't go all
the way to the floor. Your legs'll fit out through there."
"Oh God." She shuffled along on her back, finally getting herself
awkwardly into position. "Mr. May, do we really have to...?"
But he was busy with his jeans, taking them back off the door and
folded them. "Padding," he explained, smiling ironically down at
her. "These floors are kinda rough on the knees." He bent down and
laid the folded garment between her open legs and then climbed down
on top of her. "See?" he panted as he struggled to slide his legs out
between hers under the door. "There's always a way to fuck, if you
want it bad enough." And then his penis was back at the mouth of her
vagina. "Oh God..." he sighed as he slid slowly inside her
again, "that cunt of yours'd feel good anywhere, Suzie, I swear it.
Even on the floor of the girls' washroom!"
My God, she thought despairingly as he started his slow thrusting on
top of her - look at us, for God's sake! Two pairs of naked legs
sticking out under the cubicle door! What if the janitor comes? Oh
God - what if he comes?
"Oh God," he gasped as he pumped himself into her, "this feels even
better... than lunchtime!... `Cause this time I know I'm gonna
last... so fucking LONG...!"
She lay there with her face beside the toilet pedestal and her back
pressed down hard against the cold tiles, grunting with every slow
thrust of his penis. I just know we're going to get caught, she kept
telling herself hopelessly. Oh God, he's taking forever and we're
going to get CAUGHT...!
His slow humping finally started to speed up. "Oh God..." he
gasped. "That cunt!... Feels so good!... Oh God!... Oh fuck!... I'm
gonna fucking come!... I'm gonna fucking come in your fucking cunt
and it feels so fucking GOOOOOODDDD!... Oh fuck!... Oh
FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!..."
After his ejaculation had ended he lay on top of her, breathing
hoarsely and trembling. "Oh God..." he gasped, "I'm never gonna let
you go! I'm just gonna... just gonna fuck and fuck your sweet fucking
cunt for fucking ever!... Oh God - what a sweet fucking hole... Oh
God... Oh fuck..."
Oh God, she thought desperately as his breathing started to slow, can
we please go now? Oh God - please! Before we get CAUGHT!
He gave a long slow sigh and slowly struggled up off her. "God, that
was good," he said. "That's gotta be the best FMJ so far. Oh God...!"
He leaned against the wall for a while, still catching his breath.
Finally he gave her a prod with one foot. "OK, Suzie - fun's over.
Get up and get dressed while I write on the toilet. Then you can
drive me home and feed me."
She lay there looking dumbly up at him as he smiled down at
her. "We've got lots of fun stuff to do after supper," he
said. "Including that paddling you're due for." His smile got
wider. "I can't wait."

 
 
   
 

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