Drugged Into Submission, page 12
"How we gonna shag her, Keith? You want her mouth or her quim?" Ringo was feeling left out, wanting to get down to some serious shagging.
Keith never heard such a question, having to decide whether to take this lovely girl between her legs or in her mouth. The decision took only a second, Brooke always refusing to let him have her mouth. "Her mouth," her hand gripped his cock in tight fingers and squeezed it.
Lizzy loved being taken at both ends. She got off the couch and crouched doggy style on the floor. She spread her legs and shoved her ass up for Ringo. "Come and get me, boys."
Ringo was the first one on her, kneeling behind her, fisting his cock. He slid it up and down her slit, the head growing slick with her juices. She pushed her ass back against him, but he teased her, moving away, her ass shaking suggestively, looking for his cock. He watched as Keith stood in front of her. It looked like he never did this before, unsure of himself.
Keith stood naked in front of Lizzy. He reached down, his hand cupping her chin and lifting up her head until she was only inches from his cock. She licked her lips until they glistened with spit and then she blew on his cock, Keith grabbing it as it jerked in uncontrollable excitement. He stepped closer to her as he held her head up. He rubbed the head of his cock around her lips as if he were painting them with lipstick. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes looking up at him as he pressed with his hips, watching as the head of his cock was slowly engulfed by her lips.
They both took her at once, not sure if it was coordinated or just plain lust that drove them into her. She loved it when Ringo took her hard, a powerful thrust sending all of his cock into her, pushing her forward just as Keith began to enter her mouth. "MMMGGGL," her cry smothered by his cock as it slid between her lips and into her mouth. She had two cocks in her, as her tongue went to work on Keith's cock, drawing out the juices from the head and she squeezed her pussy muscles onto Ringo's cock, feeling him begin to fuck her with his powerful thrusts that drove her back and forth on the two men's cocks.
Keith never felt anything like it before. Her hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock head, her tongue rimming it until the cum leaked from the head onto her tongue. He began to move her head forward and back, his hips meeting her head to drive it deeper into her mouth as her tongue continued to work her magic on his cock. He never felt such delicious pleasure. He needed to teach Brooke to service his cock with her mouth. If only she was more sexually responsive. She had such a nice body and it was wasted. His mind went back to Lizzy when she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. He didn't know what he would do when he was ready to cum, but he only hoped that he could cum in her mouth.
They worked her over for twenty minutes, neither of them slowing down, both of them fighting the urge to cum in spite of all that she tried to entice their orgasm. Ringo was rubbing her pussy, his finger finding her clit and pinching it until her ass rose up to take his hard thrusts inside her. Keith guided her head onto his cock, pushing his cock to the back of her mouth, the slick head slamming against the opening of her throat, his hands tightening on her head until she gagged. Even Ringo had never thrust down her throat, making her deep throat him, but Keith seemed to be taken over by his lust, Lizzy having to fight to keep him from breaching her throat. Her tongue went to work even harder, one hand reaching up and grabbing his balls, tightening her fingers on the twin balls when he shoved too hard into her mouth.
He wasn't going to last much longer, her fingers curling around his balls. Even when she squeezed too tight, all he felt was pleasure, the cum churning in his balls and needing relief. He began to fuck her mouth faster, looking down, her eyes looking up at him as his cock slid in and out of her tightly clenched lips, her tongue working such magic on his cock. He squeezed her head tighter when the first tingle raced from his balls. He arched his back, driving his cock deep into her mouth, bellowing out his lust loudly as the head of his cock exploded into her clenching mouth.
His body stiffened, shoving his cock deep into her mouth. He yelled out just as she felt Ringo jetting a powerful stream of his hot cum into her pussy. His orgasm trigged hers, her body going into mindless ecstasy, as scalding spurts of Keith's hot cum spilled into her mouth, coating her tongue and gums with the thick, salty cum. She had to gulp to swallow it. His cock was not very big, but he came gallons of cum into her mouth and her belly.
He couldn't believe the way her mouth accepted his cum, feeling her throat as she gulped mouthful after mouthful into her stomach. He thought he would never stop cumming, her tongue finally licking him dry. He kept his cock in her mouth, not wanting to leave her hot, oral cavity. Even when her tongue cleansed his cock, his erection returned, he hated to pull out, but as Ringo pulled his cock from behind her, he knew he had no choice.
Not much was said as Keith dressed. Lizzy went into the bathroom, coming out with a robe on, Ringo putting back on his pants. He was ill at ease, not sure whether he should thank her or compliment her.
"I'll see you Monday, Keith."
"Yes, nice meeting you Ringo." He walked out, grabbing a cab back to the hotel. He wished he could call Brooke, but he was not sure what he would say. He felt some betrayal, but the excitement far exceeded it. He couldn't wait to get home. He would never take her refusal any longer. She would have to learn to do as he desired.
CHAPTER 9
No Longer a Virgin
Brooke took a long walk in the afternoon after Keith's phone call. She was glad, but also disappointed that she didn't run into Gino, but the alone time allowed her to clear her head. She still had the nagging desire between her legs, but her mind was able to focus, though she still had a hard time differentiating what were sexual fantasies in her mind and had what really happened. There was no doubt that she had been intimate with Stephen in his bedroom. Or that she had sucked his cock. With Michael, she wasn't so sure. He always popped up into her mind and her dreams. Had I really masturbated him? Did he lick me and stick his tongue up my ass hole? Keith said that Michael was happy with Brooke and they were enjoying her. What did they mean by enjoy? Brooke couldn't deny that her sexual horizons had been greatly expanded since coming here, though she didn't know whether that was good or bad. She never had such explosive orgasms or such shameful humiliation all at the same time. She only hoped that it would please Keith as much as it did the other men.
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Michael greeted her when she came down for dinner, his eyes following her every movement as she walked down the stairs. She felt so eloquent, four-inch-high heels making her calf muscles taut, her legs looking longer with the short, full skirt that covered what was left to show. Her blouse was a sheer pullover that hung loosely over her breasts, but it did reveal everything and Michael's eyes didn't leave her gently bouncing breasts as she walked down the stairs. With a clear mind, she would soon find out what was fantasy and what was reality, though she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"You look more sexually radiant every time I see you, Brooke." He made no attempt to hide his lust, the bulge in his pants not letting him.
"Thank you, Michael," she chimed in. "I spoke to Keith and want to thank you for the nice things you said about me."
"I meant every word I said, Brooke. All of us are enjoying you, and tonight, I hope you will show me your gratitude."
"I don't think I could refuse," she answered back, not even sure if she would want to.
"You disappoint me, Brooke. I would love tying you up and forcing you." He turned away from her as Hannah approached.
Her pussy got wet instantly when he said that. She could believe that he said it, but the excitement raced through her head as she conjured up the most perverted pictures of her naked and bound, Michael lording over her with his big cock menacing her every hole.
"You look ravishing tonight, Brooke. You certainly are coming of age lately. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, Stephen should be coming down the stairs shortly, he is always punctual." The eighteen-year-old definitely looked like she wanted to be fucked; her almost naked breasts already revealing her hard, brown nipples. Hannah would love to have a chance with the young girl, teaching her the pleasures of girl sex. The men would enjoy watching.
"I'm right here. I was holding back, the gentle swing of Brooke's luscious ass too enticing for me to interrupt." Stephen would soon feel what it would be like to have his cock sheathed in her intestines. She would learn the pleasure of sodomy.
All of them seemed as aroused as Brooke was. She couldn't even guess where tonight would go, the men so demanding in their perversions. Brooke felt like she was a member of the family as the men gathered around to walk her to the dining room. She was surprised when she went in, Gino standing up when the ladies entered. He wasn't dressed in jeans, but a nice pair of slacks and pullover that clung to every muscle in his body.
"I want to thank you for inviting me to dinner," Gino said to Hannah.
"It's nice to have you again, Gino," Michael chimed in. "Everyone have a seat, Charles is ready to serve."
Dinner was the most sumptuous fillet mignon she had ever tasted. It melted in her mouth like butter. She savored every mouthful. Desert was a Crème Brule, Brooke never tasting any food so decadent. The five of them talked during dinner, first about Keith and what he was doing in England, Michael speaking so highly of all that he was accomplishing, then Hannah changing the subject to how important it is for a highly successful man to have a wife that could fit in. Brooke was surprised at how intelligent and informed Gino was. Not what she would have expected.
"A woman can do more for a man's career, good or bad, than he can himself. That is why Michael loves me so much." Hannah was proud of her role in Michael's career and family.
"Bad?" Brooke asked.
"Yes, it can change in a heartbeat. She has to walk the fine line of pleasing her husband and also his boss. The slightest hesitation and she can ruin his career. It's important that she realizes her place and the sacrifices she must make for him." Stephen had seen too many of his promising executives forced out by a wives' sudden reluctance.
"Would her husband know?" She didn't know how Keith would react if he found out she sucked and fucked Stephen, his bosses, boss.
"He will understand his wife's sacrifices. Many come to embrace it." Michael spoke with experience, enjoying watching his father put Hannah through her paces. Hannah enjoyed it, also, her husband stroking his cock as Hannah kneeled on the bed submissively, sucking Stephen's cock until it was hard enough to fuck her with it. She only wished that they would both take her, but Michael drew the line at that, preferring not to be in direct competition with his father. After all, he was, also, his boss.
First Brooke would have to show Keith what she had learned then maybe she could tell him how she learned it.
"Excuse me, but I have something to take care of." Hannah got up from the table. "I think Brooke will keep you entertained." Hannah left them, leaving Brooke alone to service the men tonight, especially Michael.
Stephen smiled at Brooke. "Let's adjourn to my study." They left Charles as he cleared the last of the dishes from the table.
Brooke's heart was racing so hard that she thought she would have a heart attack. Hannah left her with these three virile men, and she knew that she would experience for the first time satisfying three men, just not sure how it would play out. The door closed behind him as they entered Stephen's study.
"Would you like some?" Michael opened up the silver case of cocaine.
"No, thank you. I want to know everything that is happening tonight." Her body was still heated, a warmth deep in her belly that spread to between her legs. She felt that strange arousal that Stephen had been the only man that could quench her insatiable lust. She suddenly changed her mind when she saw the way the men were looking at her and the bulges in their pants. "Yes, maybe yes."
"That's good, though I think we will need these just to make sure you don't change your mind at the last minute." Stephen dangled a pair of shiny, silver handcuffs. "I do love a woman that is bound. It makes my cock so hard." His hand went to his crotch, Brooke's eyes following every movement.
She sniffed up a row of the white powder, the drug racing instantly to her brain. The warmth in her belly was now heated between her legs. She could feel her juices soaking her panties when she saw the handcuffs, almost able to feel them wrapped around her wrists, holding her hands shackled together like a prisoner that was about to be taken for the warden's pleasure. She didn't hesitate to put her wrists out in front of her, her body trembling as she felt the cold metal slap around each wrist with a sharp click as they shut tight.
The silver looked nice as they snapped around her thin wrists, the chain connecting them short. Stephen pushed her hands down as Michael slid behind her. Gino watched from a chair.
Her nipples rose to the occasion, jutting out, hard and sensitive, the minute the cuffs pinned her wrists together. She was surprised that they were erect in the dining room, but she could never fathom would they would do to her. The rich had such jaded lusts and strange perversions. Brooke could only submit. She felt two men pressing up against her, feeling two erections poking her provocatively, Brooke knowing that she would have to satisfy both of them, though not sure if one at a time or would they submit her to greater depravity and take her both at once. She no longer had time to think, for the men had become more demanding, Michael's hands slipping under her top until she felt his strong hands slide up and cradle her naked breasts, his fingers already plucking at her nipples. He pinched her nipples hard, but all they did was grow more excited, the pain quickly turning to pleasure as his hands manhandled her lovely breasts.
"Let me see them, Michael." Stephen watched as Michael yanked up her blouse until both of her young, ripe tits were revealed, his red fingerprints already showing up where he had crushed the white flesh too hard.
Michael put his fist in the small of her back until she arched her back erotically, her firm breasts naked and pointed at Stephen. "Show them off, Brooke, they are too lovely to leave covered." Michael could already seen a faint, shameful flush on her body as he began to strip her naked.
Brooke stood with her bound hands below her waist as she arched her back until her breasts were pushed out brazenly in front of her. Michael released them, but Stephen took over where he left off, his fingers clamping on the swollen tips and twisting and turning them as he stretched them obscenely. No matter how much she arched her back, he continued to yank her breast by her nipples until they were stretched into tight cones, her nipples over two inches long. It felt like they were trapped in a metal vise, Stephen's fingers refusing to release them.
She bit her lip, but barely a whimper came out of her mouth as he harshly treated her breasts. He finally released them, not surprised to see them much bigger and redder. He bent over one breast, his mouth searching out the turgid nipple and sucking it in his mouth as his teeth bit just behind the nipple, trapping the flesh of her areola. His tongue slashed it as he used his powerful suction to draw it deep into his mouth. He worked on one and then the other until both nipples glistened with his spit and the nipples stuck out so far that it looked as though they were begging for attention.
Her nipples were cooled by the air as they stood out, wet and hard. The coke was affecting her, her head buzzing, the sexual tension exciting her. She was pushed down onto the floor, kneeling submissively, her hands bound in front of her. Would they make me suck their cocks? All of them? Gino stood up, three men standing over her, all of them sporting large erections. She licked her lips, getting them wet for what she expected she would have to do.
"Kneel on all fours, Brooke." It was Michael that was talking to her. He pushed on the back of her head, his other hand on her back, as she began to move. Her bound hands were together in front of her as she did as she was told
She felt hands on her hips, not sure whose, but they were demanding, raising her up until her ass was shoved up into the air as if asking to be fucked from behind. Or worse. She felt her top being pulled off her by force, the sheer garment tearing in Michael's hands, her naked breasts hanging freely below her. She knew what was next, the short skirt doing little to cover her in the doggy position. It was stripped from her by Gino in seconds, leaving her naked except for a pair of panties that Stephen made sure were always a size to small, the silk panties clinging to every curve, crack and ridge in her sex. She felt tiny, wet love kisses on her naked thighs, feeling the stubble of a man's beard rubbing her tender thighs like sandpaper. She wasn't surprised when she felt hands nudging her thighs apart and the familiar ring of the words.
"Spread your legs, Brooke." It was an order, not a question, Gino's voice demanding.
She spread her legs until she felt the hands release her thighs, return to caress her buttocks. She knew better than to resist, fighting the urges in her buttocks as they tried to contract on the hands. The hands gripped her flesh tight, clenching into her buttocks, feeling her crack pulled apart as the strong fingers dug into her skin.
"Take off her panties."
It was Michael's voice with urgency in it, but it was Gino's hands that stripped her panties down her legs unceremoniously, Brooke forced to close her legs until she felt her panties slipped off her feet. The hands moved up the inside of her calves, forcing out her legs until she complied, but this time she could feel Gino's hot breath blowing on her cheeks and her sex from behind, knowing that she must be giving him such an intimate look of her body. More intimate than even her husband had seen. More intimate than any man had seen. "AAAHHH," she cried out when she felt his wet lips on her buttocks, tiny kisses on her cheeks as his strong fingers dug into her cheeks. Her muscles contracted tightly against the strong fingers, but the kisses finally sapped her willpower, weakened by the drugs, his fingers winning the fight. She felt her buttocks peeled apart, the lips coming closer to the dark, forbidden hole nested between her cheeks. "EEEEEHHH," her subjugation becoming more acute as she felt the hot, wet tongue leaving a wet trail along her cheeks. She could feel his hot breath blowing shamefully on her exposed anus, afraid that his tongue would soon attack her forbidden hole. Afraid she would grow aroused as she did the last time a tongue rimmed her backside. It was so humiliating to have a man lick her there, but the act of her submission made her so excited, forced to kneel as the tongue worked away inside her rectum.
