Drugged Into Submission, page 10
Michael looked at Brooke with lust in his eyes, his cock hard as he stared at the beautiful, young bride. She wore a silk blouse that clung to her tits, a short skirt that showed off her lovely ass and Michael could already taste her. "You look good enough to eat, Brooke. But that was last night," his hand sliding over her ass as she blushed shamefully.
"Good morning, Michael," trying to change the subject of her disgusting behavior last night, but his hand caressed her buttocks and Brooke found her buttocks clenching uncontrollably as if not sure whether to clench tight or accept his fingers between her cheeks. She could still feel the delicious pleasure that she felt last night when his tongue forced its way into her backside and salaciously slid in and out of her clenching muscles with such erotic pleasure. She still didn't understand how they forced her to do all the things they did. She should be running away from them, but instead, she was standing here as they touched her intimately and spoke of the depravities they were going to submit her to.
Brooke walked down the hallway to the dining room, two powerful men on either side of her, feeling safe and scared at the same time.
"Come sit next to me, Brooke." Hannah pulled out a chair for Brooke so she would be next to her. "The girls have to stick together. I see you enjoyed my men last night, Brooke. They can be very demanding, but I know you will submit to them and enjoy it." Her hand teased up Brooke's naked leg, pushing out her thighs until she willingly spread her legs. "Yes, the men love when you do that."
The lunch was sprinkled with idle chatter, Brooke engaged in their conversation, the sexual tension slowly disappearing. She began to feel relaxed among them in spite of all the vivid memories that kept popping back in her head. It was as though they were the best of friends and all that transpired last night was just a disgusting, masturbatory fantasy that was acted out in Brooke's vivid imagination. She knew that Keith would be proud of the way that his bosses were taken with her. He would understand what she did to accomplish that. After all, she only did what she had to for his future. She would make it up to him when he came back. She would use her newfound oral talents on her husband's cock. Maybe let him reciprocate and feel his tongue between her legs.
Charles kept her supplied with the special potion. It wouldn't take much, enough in her system already, only one glass needed to get the desires building in her loins once again. Stephen would be pleased.
The lunch lasted two hours as if no one wanted it to end. They retired to the living room, but Michael was called away and Hannah joined him, leaving Brooke alone with Stephen. He got up. "Come with me." He held out his hand as she stood up, the young bride not even asking where, submissively following him as he led her up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom.
Brooke felt a terrible ache between her legs until it almost hurt. She had felt it last night, only going away as Michael's tongue licked her to the explosive orgasm. She needed that release once again, hoping that Stephen would give her what her body craved. She turned to Stephen as he opened the door to the room.
"You must see the Master's suite," Stephen said with a sexually enticing voice.
He didn't say master suite, but the Master's suite. She looked into the room, the large bed taking up the center of the room, majestic posts standing up like giant phallic instruments, the top capped with thick balls shaped like massive pineapples. The wood posts were all carved with intricate patterns of vines and protrusions. Why do I see everything as if it were a cock? The bed was covered in a red silk cover, the walls draped in back of it with silk that hung from ceiling to floor. She saw mirrors on the opposite side of the bed, tilted to reflect all that transpired on the bed back to its occupants. "I've never seen a room like this before."
Stephen closed the door behind him, Brooke looking back at him as the door slammed noisily. His cock was bursting to leap free of the tight garments. "Do you know why I brought you here, Brooke?" His voice trembled in lustful expectations.
"No," she lied, but deep down, she knew she was to submit to him again.
"I'm going to fuck you on that lovely bed, my sweet, young bride. It will be like nothing you have ever felt before. I am going to stick my old, hard cock into your tender, young pussy and fuck your brains out. Would you like that, Brooke?"
She felt the juices flowing freely from her pussy at the thought of him sticking his cock in her. She was so hot, unable to quench the lust between her legs, hoping that Stephen might extinguish her unquenchable desires. She ran her hands down over the flat plane of her stomach, her hips beginning to undulate slowly as her darkest sexual desire manifest themselves. "If that is what you desire of me," she submitted.
Stephen didn't say a word, his actions speaking for him as he slowly undressed, his eyes staring lustfully into hers. She stared back at him, her silk blouse opened, her naked breasts beneath standing up majestically, her pointed nipples almost pointing to the ceiling. Her hips shimmed the skirt down, falling at her feet, Brooke leaving it there as she bent over, her voluptuous breasts hanging down as she slid her panties down her legs. She stood back up, completely naked, his eyes fixed on her blonde bush, the light glistening off the tiny drops of her arousal of her fine hairs. Her breasts were rising and falling as she struggled for air, her eyes going down to his cock as he pulled his shorts down and his massive cock bobbed in front of him, erect and waiting to feel her hot, wet pussy around his flesh.
She was still amazed by its size for a man his age, thick veins running up the shaft just like the bedposts, the thick head a deeper red, his hand stroking it to greater girth. She could still taste him in her mouth. She couldn't wait to feel him enter her and take her for his own.
"You sucked my cock so expertly yesterday, Brooke. Can your pussy welcome it with equal enthusiasm?"
"Yes, I want to please you," the words coming out of her mouth without thinking. Even though she was married to Keith, she was going to give herself to another man. A much older man. She stood naked before him.
"On the bed, my little beauty. I can't wait to feast upon that young body." He watched as she got on the red silk comforter, her pale skin in sharp contrast. "Lie back and spread your lovely, white thighs. I want to see that dark, forbidden hole that my cock is going to penetrate."
The silk felt so good on her skin, Brooke spreading her legs immorally as he had commanded her. She could feel the soft lips of her pussy pulling open, the lustful juices flowing with abandonment from her tender pussy that was opening for him. Stephen looked at her, his erection quivering in excitement. She couldn't help herself, the strange desires making her hips move, undulating with brazen sexuality that Brooke even didn't know where it came from. Her fingers went to her nipples, plucking them to ripeness as she squeezed them lightly until they sprung into painful hardness. "Fuck me," she begged.
"I need to savor your womanly essence." He crawled between her legs, his face only inches from her sex as her fingers spread her lips open shamelessly. He inhaled her sweet surrender. "Let me," his hands pushing hers away, his hands on her belly as his fingers slipped into the puffy outer lips and pressed outward, exposing the pink, inner flesh, wet with her juices. He felt her shiver when he blew on the heated flesh. His fingers moved up until he found what he was looking for.
"OOOHHHH," she wailed in lusty surrender when she felt his fingers at the top of her slit.
He looked down at her from the stretched elastic hole of her pussy, up her slit, the lips peeled back until there was only the sensitive, pink inner flesh to the top of her slit and the dainty bud of her clit was clearly visible, thick and protruding. His mouth sought out her clit, his wet tongue snaking out to slap back and forth across it as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her hips jerked up, his lips curled around her clit and he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue rubbing back and forth over the tip as she jerked uncontrollably underneath him. She felt her legs jerk up and soon his head was trapped between her thighs, her hips undulating sexually.
She couldn't stand the pleasure that his mouth was giving her, wanting to grip his head in her hands, instead using her thighs to trap him to keep his tongue from stopping. His tongue slid down her slit until she felt it trying to enter her, her thighs opening up to the wet, probing tongue. It went inside her so deep, her body bucking uncontrollably beneath him. She couldn't believe what his expert tongue was doing to her, touching her in places even her own fingers had never touched before.
She was wild in lust, Stephen's hands reaching up to her naked breasts, cupping and squeezing the young girl's firm flesh harshly while his mouth continued its oral assault on her sex. His tongue moved back to her clit, his lips trapping it so his tongue could attack it with vengeance. His tongue moved around it, never releasing it as Brooke cried out in wild abandonment. He began to flick her faster, his tongue never tiring as he kept the young, bride on the sexual edge, her whimpering cries only inspiring him more as he teased her clit.
Brooke couldn't control her own body, her hips jerking up and down in wild sexual abandonment. No man had ever done what Stephen was doing to her and it only got better and more depraved. Her buttocks drew up high, his hands sliding under them, keeping them high off the bed in sexual servitude, his tongue sliding lower down from the vaginal opening over the sensitive skin of her perineum and into the sweat-drenched crack of her ass. She knew where it was going and even though she was ashamed of it, she could not stop him as his tongue slid over the puckered ring of her anus. She gulped loudly, unable to breathe as she felt the shameful lust as his tongue touched her in such an erogenous place, Brooke not even realizing until only days ago, the pleasure buds that ringed the dark knot of her anus. She remembered what sent her over the edge last night, the tongue making wet contact with her forbidden opening, feeling like a tiny cock as it thrust into the tight, elastic hole, spreading it wide to accept the wet tongue into her rectum. "AAAAAHHHH," she cried out as he penetrated her bottom with his tongue.
His tongue darted in and out, her hips jerking spastically in sexual pleasure. Suddenly he pulled his wet face from between her legs, seeing the look of desperation on her face.
"Don't stop; make me cum," she begged him, her hips still moving in silent expectation.
"I'll make you cum with my cock inside you, my young girl."
"Take me, make me complete with your cock."
"You'll mount me. Put your knees on either side of my hips and lower that sweet pussy onto my cock. Engulf my cock in your hot, tight pussy."
Brooke was beyond reason, both of them changing positions until Stephen was on his back, his hand holding his rigid cock straight up into the air like a cruel cudgel. He watched as she mounted him, her legs spreading wide to straddle his hips, her pussy blossoming open as it dripped her copious fluids onto his belly.
She had never done this before, always the missionary position for Brooke, but she straddled him as if she were the aggressor, the petals of her pussy spread open, her tight hole already opened by the wide strain of her legs. She looked down at the thick gland of his cock poised under her pussy, ready to penetrate her. She held motionless as her confused mind pondered her fate. In a fit of sexual rage, she grabbed his cock and placed it at the tight entrance of her pussy. She brutally forced her hips down as his long, hard cock, penetrating in one single thrust that drove it deep into her aching womb.
"EEEEGGGEGEHHH," she cried out in pleasure-pain from the penetration of the largest cock she ever felt in her pussy. Sweat dripped from her forehead as her body shuddered when Stephen's large hands lifted her tiny body up from his cock until only the thick flange of his cock kept it from escaping, her tight hole pulled out until it almost snapped lose. His hips shot up from the bed at the same time he released her.
"EEEEEWWWW," it felt like he was driving a spear into her womb as his cock ripped through the elastic walls and stretched her in places that weren't made to stretch that fast and far. She didn't know if she could take many more of the powerful thrusts, so she kneeled up and down, Stephen's cock sliding up and down inside her with short, measured strokes that rubbed her so deliciously.
Stephen wanted her to take the full measure of his cock. "Ride it all the way up until you can feel my cock pulling out of the lips of your pussy. Clench tight to keep it from escaping, and then impale yourself on my cock until you feel it nudging against your womb." He wanted her to perform for him, giving him the maximum pleasure from her young pussy.
She closed her eyes as she rode him as he ordered; her breasts swinging erotically as she energetically fucked his cock. She hurtled up and down the magnificent cock that split her up the middle, stretching her elastic hole as her muscles clenched uncontrollably on the punishing cock inside her. Her head was thrown back in hopeless abandonment as she felt his hands crawling up her breasts to squeeze her nipples until she cried out in painful pleasure. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, and she wanted to feel Stephen's hot cum jetting inside her. She clasped onto his cock as she rode him frantically. He pinched her nipples painfully, but that only heightened the desires deep inside her. She couldn't contain herself any longer, screaming, "IIII'mmmm cummmmmingg, ooohhh, cummm in meeeee!" Her movements became frantic, screaming out incoherently as the orgasm overtook her oversexed body, feeling the magnificent cock that split her up the middle swell in appreciation.
Stephen held out as long as he could, but when the young bride came, he couldn't control his lust any longer. His hips shot up to impale the cumming girl as he spurted jet after jet of milky, white hot cum into the young girl's tightly gripping pussy to mingle with the girl's pleasure. He rode her as his cock jetted three times in her pussy, her muscles milking his cock until he drained her dry. Then her body collapsed onto his, his belly pooling with the abundant juices that drained from her fucked pussy. She fell over onto his chest, her hard nipples digging into his chest, as she lay exhausted from the sexual orgasm. He let her lay there until he could feel her heart beating normally again.
He pushed her up until he could look into her eyes. "Lick my cock clean, Brooke."
The sexual glow was gone from her body, but somehow, she managed to get up, pulling onto her knees until she felt the head of his cock pop out of her pussy with a wet thud, rivers of cum falling on the bed beneath her. She moved between his legs, her fingers lifting up his semi-hard, wet cock. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she performed the depraved ritual of cleaning the thick, salty cum from his cock and balls until it was glistening with her spit. She licked the last of the cum from her lips as she got her sexually battered body up from the bed. She put on her clothes, leaving the room walking a little bowl legged as if she still had his cock inside her. In her room, the hot bath never felt so good as she washed the last remnants of her ravishment from her body. She tenderly rubbed her well-fucked pussy as she lay in the bed.
The phone ringing woke her up from her fantasy. She picked it up. "Hello."
"Hello, honey. I miss you so much." The phone cracked as Keith heard her voice. It was after midnight, but he had to talk to his wife. He missed her, sexually as well as spiritually. It was all he could think about, his wife in bed with him, but it was Elizabeth that he saw every day at work, her young, tight body teasing him in ways that Brooke's had never done. It was as though Elizabeth wanted him.
"I miss you too, Keith. I can't wait for you to get home." They still didn't have a home to go to.
"Michael spoke to me this morning. He says that they are all enjoying you so much. I'm so proud of my girl. You are making quite an impression on them. Michael talks about my future and how far I can go in the company. He says that it is important for a man to have a supportive wife and is willing to do anything for her husband. I love you so much for that." Keith stroked his cock as he talked to her, imaging he was in bed with her. He was hoping that after being apart, she would be more amenable to more in their lovemaking. He would love to teach her.
If he only knew what she was doing for him or they were doing to her. She was glad he was happy, but would he be so happy if he found out. Brooke didn't know what would happen when he came home. Would Michael and Stephen leave me alone? Or would they continue taking me sexually? She didn't know whether she wanted them to stop or not. "I will do anything for you, Keith. Anything."
They talked for half an hour, the phone conversation gradually growing sexual, Brooke not sure if she started it or was it Keith.
"I can't wait to feel your fingers around my prick, Brooke." He waited, almost afraid that she would hang up for being so obscene.
"I can feel it in my hands," Brooke growing aroused the more they talked. "Or in my mouth." She held her breath after she said it.
He took his cock out of his pants, stroking it up and down as he pondered what Brooke had said. She never would even kiss his cock, now she was talking about taking it in her mouth. "You never did that before, Brooke, so I would have to force it into your mouth the first time until you learned how to please me with your lips."
"Oh, Keith. I wouldn't be able to stop you if you forced me." Her hands slipped beneath the robe and stroked her pussy, finding how wet she was already.
Keith stroked his cock faster as he grew more excited at the thought of Brooke on her back, his legs straddling her head, his cock shoved between her lips as he thrust deep into her mouth. He would make her gag with his cock, but she would be powerless to stop him. "You would have to take it deep to satisfy me, Brooke. Deep until you choke on me. Only then would I cum in your mouth."
"I wouldn't be able to stop you," her voice breaking up as her excitement increased, her fingers sliding up and down her wet slit.
"No, and I wouldn't let you. I can feel me cumming in your mouth," his voice quivering as he stroked his cock with broad strokes as he thought of Brooke's lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock.
"YYYEES, cum in my mouth." She screamed out as she came on her fingers.
"I'm shooting in your mouth, swallow it all, Brooke. Swallow my cum." His cock jetted thick, white cum arcing up into the air before it fell down and covered his hand as he continued to stroke it, riding the vivid dream in his head of Brooke gulping loudly to swallow his hot cum.
