|
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any
money from the writing of this story. All belongs to Joss Wheldon and Mutant
Enemy, none to me, this is a free story intended for internet distribution
only
Summary; This is a further exploration of my own work, Never Part that I felt
needed a little more. As always a little once I start writing turns into a
great deal more.So here we are, Drusilla and VampJoyce sexually enslave Buffy
and force her to work the streets as a common whore. But events take a rather
unexpected turn...(happy/kinky ending as ever don't worry.In fact if you ever
have a story that upsets you in any genre just drop me an email and I'll
write a happy ending for you))
Rating; NC-17. Buffy/Dawn torture, loads of sex in every conceivable form and
character. As always, everyone is above the age of consent whatever that is
where you are.
Timeline; season 5
Feedback; goolcaptain@aol.com
Buffy the Streetwalking Hooker; Part 2
The Whore of Sunnydale
Buffy stood on the streetcorner, surveying the street. She hoped for a client
soon. She wasn't sure if it was an effect of the drug or not but her sex
drive was now permanently in overload, she felt as though she was constantly
in heat. Maybe when you had so much sex you became accustomed to it and grew
incredibly horny when you were deprived? Plus standing around in her high
heels was killing her feet even with her Slayer healing.
It was quiet but then that was hardly suprising.
She missed the company of the other street girls. It had taken a long time
for her to be accepted by them. It was no wonder that cops valued street
whores as informants so much. All they did all day was hang around on the
streets looking around and trading gossip, mixing with the criminal classes.
As she'd got to know them better she'd come to understand the desperation and
hopelessness that had driven them to this life.
Most were drug addicts. Some had been driven to this life by abusive parents
or boyfriends. Others it was purely an urgent need for money. It amazed Buffy
that she had never noticed these women before, despite all of her midnight
patrolling they had been invisible to her. They were so tragic, so
vulnerable, no wonder they were always being murdered, even in towns without
vampires, their whole job was to get into a car with a complete stranger and
go someplace remote, the only witnesses fellow street whores, pimps and
tricks who would never dream of talking to the police. They could disappear
off the face of the planet and no one would ever know.
And they had disappeared. Buffy had made every streetwalker in Sunnydale give
up this life. None could compete with her, her beauty and voluptuousness were
beyond compare to most normal women even without the effects of Drusilla's
breast enhancing magic potion. The often worn and diseased bodies of the
other street whores could never rival hers. Plus she'd kiss on the mouth
which none of the others would do, Drusilla and Joyce making sure she had no
limits to her kinkiness and submissiveness to her clients.
There were girls as beautiful as Julia Roberts working as whores but not on
the street, that was just Hollywood's wishful thinking. Buffy had lost count
of the number of offers she'd had to join high-class brothels or exclusive
call girl services. A few of her wealthier clients had even wanted to hire
her as their courtesan, offering to pay for her to have her own apartment and
provide a generous weekly allowance in return for her being exclusively at
their beck and call. She'd politely refused, Joyce and Drusilla wanted her to
be a streetwalker so that's what she was.
Now she simply gave the former streetwalkers the money she earned so that
they could stay home. There were conditions of course, the addicts had to go
to rehab, the abuse victims had to attend therapy she gladly paid for. But
she had helped so many, saved countless lives in a very different way to when
she had patrolled as the Slayer. She sometimes wondered if the 'Powers That
Be' were behind her becoming a prostitute?
Some had objected of course. Buffy had lost count of the number of pimps
who'd told her that she worked for them now and that they controlled her
life, offering her a potent mixture of narcotics, brutality and passion.
She'd done to them exactly what she'd done to the tricks who'd deliberately
sought underage whores or who thought it was funny to rob and beat up the
working girls. Beaten them to a bloody pulp and fed them to her mom and
Drusilla. She felt not a single shred of remorse, anyone who'd prey on these
most vulnerable of women deserved to die and rot in hell. She was the only
whore within Sunnydale's city limits now and there wasn't a live pimp left in
the whole fucking town. And no one shed a single damn tear for any of them.
As far as she knew they were Joyce and Drusilla's only victims. Part of the
deal with the other working girls was they'd regularly provide her with a
safe amount of their blood in return for cash. Buffy could now expertly tap
and reseal an artery as well as any blood bank nurse. She would give it to
the vampires with a little valium mixed in to keep them both mellow and
prevent them going on the hunt. They complained, sometimes even punished her
for what she'd done but they'd always drink it, as much addicts for the red
stuff as any junkie on crack or heroin.
Oddly none of the whores whom she bought blood off had ever questioned why
she'd want it. Once again Sunnydale's open secret came into play and the
existence of the supernatural wasn't a suprise to these women who plied their
trade in the dark. Buffy quickly noticed that every single one them wore a
cross around their neck and most packed holy water in the handbags, more
streetwise than virtually anyone else in the world. That said, some had told
her tales of human fetishists for whom bloodsucking was just another level of
kink. Thinking of Ford and his vamp-worshipping cult or Riley and his
vampwhores it really didn't suprise her.
Ah well, it was harmless enough, each to their own. She'd rapidly learned not
to judge people either by their promiscuity or their lack of it. Anything was
fine as long as everyone was consenting and above age. She shuddered to think
of how many times she'd used the terms 'ho' or 'slut' as an insult. She never
would again, people should be judged by their actions alone, by how they
treated others, their sexual history meant nothing in the grand scheme of
things. She found that both the whores and their clients were remarkably
ordinary people.
By rescuing the other hookers Buffy knew she had done one of the best things
in her life. The downside was that without them, cut off from her friends and
family, her normal life, she was often incredibly lonely. Maybe that was one
reason she craved the anonymous, transient physical affection of paid-for
casual sex with strangers?
She'd read once that a national survey had discovered you were more likely to
be pulled over in Montana than any other state of the Union. It wasn't that
the police there were any more vindictive than anywhere else it was simply
that after all those hours patrolling endless, deserted highways the cops were
often lonely and simply wanted someone to talk to. At the time she couldn't
really understand that but she could perfectly appreciate it now.
As if on cue a police car cruised past her, the cops inside giving her the
onceover. She gave them a little wave and subconsciously flashed them a
little cleavage and glimpse of shapely thigh. She was disappointed when they
didn't stop. She often gained useful info from her client's pillow talk and
had long since registered as an informant with the police, happy to aid them
fight crime and help people with the side benefit of keeping them off her
back. She really couldn't afford to get busted and let her mom and Drusilla
have to go out to find their own food supply. Of course it also helped that
she gave them freebies on demand, sucking them off on her knees or letting
them fuck her doggy-style over the hood of their police cruiser in the
privacy of some dark backalley. It was pretty amazing what men would do for
just a few moments of intimacy and orgasmic pleasure, put careers they had
spent decades forging on the line for that simple rush of sexual bliss. She
figured that was the true power of femininity, not Slayer strength and skill
but men's uncontrollable desire for women. Men enslaved by their lusts, women
by their hearts.
Besides she liked the uniforms.
Not that it was just men of course. There was a certain policewoman who liked
nothing better than to be handcuffed and have Buffy fuck HER over the hood of
her police car with her nightstick. Buffy smiled at the thought of this
beautiful, delicate blonde whose skin was so pale she almost suspected her of
being a vampire. But she wasn't, she was human, all warm and soft and curvy
in just the right places.
She'd never thought of herself as bi, she was largely just gay-for-pay but
her time with Lily was always something to treasure, the intimacy and
affection they shared something incredibly powerful. It was too bad Lily had
transferred to Philadelphia to join the homicide squad, she missed her
terribly.
Well, maybe she was a little bit bi?
And of course, it wasn't just women who sold their bodies on the street and
occasionally at the gym. Plenty of guys did the same, some of their clients
pillars of the community and perfectly respectable family men, just like many
of Buffy's customers. She'd enjoyed 'Will and Grace' as much as everyone else
but never considered herself a fag-hag. She conceded now that's what she was,
really enjoying relationships with men where there was no sexual element. She
wondered if that was a result of being estranged from her father and not
having any brothers?
God, how she missed Dawn! And her mom. And all her friends...
The male whores tended to not be so wretched as the female, most doing it
from choice. She reckoned that men's greater sex drive came into play, guys
simply more indifferent to whom they were sleeping with, casual sex more
desireable than for women and getting paid into the bargain was an added
bonus. There also tended to not be the same stigma attached to it, they were
already dealing with society's prejudice over their sexual orientation and
within the gay community it wasn't considered a big deal
They weren't here tonight though. Looking at the posters on the wall she
noticed there was a Kylie Minogue concert in town which probably answered
that question quite succinctly.
Her heart leapt as the limo rounded the corner. He was one of her regulars.
The chauffeur opened the door for her and she hopped happily into the back.
He was on the phone, flicking through The Economist as he talked, indicating
for Buffy to come forwards and smiling at her. She settled happily onto his
lip, sitting with her legs astride him, rubbing her boobs against him and
kissing him on the neck as he spoke, gently nibbling on his earlobe. He ignored
her but with his free hand unlaced her dress and cupped her left tit with his
fingers, groping and teasing. Buffy gave a low moan of pleasure and began to
grind herself against him. His hand sneaked under her dress and began to
grope between her thighs finding her skimpy panties already soaking wet with
desire.
She began to unbutton his shirt but instead he pushed her down onto her
knees. She caressed his erect cock through his clothing with one hand as she
unzipped him with the other. She showered his cock with kisses, running her
tongue up and down it's length then swirling it around the head. She reached
over to the ice bucket in the mini-bar and plucked out a couple of ice cubes
which she popped into her mouth before swiftly following them with his penis.
Her cocksucking skills had come along leaps and bounds since she'd become a
hooker. Not that they'd been bad before with what Dracula had taught her. She
figured it was lucky with all this ice in her mouth that she didn't have any
fillings. Slayer healing ruled once more.
"Ah,,,ah,,,,I...I'll have to put you on hold Jack" he stuttered at
Buffy sucked and licked. She bobbed her head up and down, supressing her gag
reflex and allowing him to deep throat her all the way. She licked and
stroked his swelling, twitching balls with the tip of her tongue and massaged
his shaft with her lips, using one hand to heartily pump the base of his
cock. Her other hand alternated between her own nipples and her cunny. He
exploded in Buffy's mouth, his semen trickling down into her stomach as she
lovingly gathered up every drop with her tongue.
He stroked her hair affectionately as his breathing returned to normal, Buffy
delightedly rubbing her head against his hand like a petted cat.
"Yes Jack, we got cut off for a moment. As I was saying..."He
resumed his conversation, Buffy jumping back onto his lap and letting him
explore her nubile body with his hands as he talked. She exposed her awesome
breasts and he suckled on them avidly as he listened to Jack's replies, Buffy
biting her lip to stop herself groaning loudly.
By the time he'd finished his call he was hard again and ripping off Buffy's
panties, making her give a frenzied grunt as he lanced inside her. He fucked
her hard and ruthlessly, Buffy digging her nails deeply into her back and
screaming her head off as he fucked her to orgasm, a deep sigh of contentment
issuing from her mouth as she closed her eyes in serene delight. His rock
hard cock was freezing cold due to the ice she'd used upon him and she felt
as though she was literally melting him inside her hot, wet, cunny. It gave
her a feeling of intense delight and satisfaction.
He took a little while to get hard again and not wanting to waste his hour he
had her suck off his chauffeur as he watched. She noticed that he often had
her do this and also had no qualms about about letting the driver watch as he
fucked her. Maybe he liked to watch? Maybe he like to be watched? Either way
he sure took exceptionally good care of the help!
He sat her on his lap and took his time in leisurely fucking her up the ass,
enjoying the exquisitely hot tightness he found there. One hand repeatedly
spanked a steady rythmn on her hip whilst the other slowly worked it's way
into her cunt, the fingers balling and flexing inside her and fisting
mercilessly, Buffy felt as though her cunny was stuffed to overflowing and
then some, as though she was some form of helpless glove puppet in his
absolute control. She was bucking and writhing uncontrollably, having just
enough self possession to toy with her huge breasts as he buggered her. She
vaguely recalled that in her previous life she'd always been scared at the
idea of spanking, fisting and anal sex. Now she loved all three, scarcely
able to distinguish any more between pleasure and pain and adoring both in
equal measure. They were pretty much one and the same to her these days and
she was all the happier for it, sex more and more extreme and enjoyable than
she had ever experienced before.
She timed her orgasm perfectly in synch with his, clients found it rather
flattering even if they knew that she would take care of herself and that
they didn't have to worry about pleasuring her. Everyone liked to believe
they were terrific in the sack.
She knew that his seed would seep slowly out of her ass for hours to come.
She rather liked the sensation.
As she dressed he counted out her money and handed her her fee. She never
bothered counting it, she didn't really care how much she earned and she
could always get more. She placed it in her Gucci handbag pulling out a new
thong from it as she did so. Men loved to rip her panties off and she'd
rapidly learned to carry several spare pairs just in case.
"See you tomorrow?" she inquired hopefully.
He shook his head with regret. "Sorry, I'll be away on business until
next week. We'll catch up then"
Buffy nodded and stepped out of the car and back onto the street. She watched
the limo pull away with mixed feelings. She realised that she was actually
sorry she wouldn't see him tomorrow, that she looked forward to their time
together. She actually liked having sex with him.
"I'm enjoying this" she acknowledged, perhaps for the first time.
"That's the hardest thing I've ever had to admit to myself, I actually
find pleasure in having sex with strangers for money. I like this life, I
like the freedom it gives me and the sexual adventures it provides. I like
how it makes me feel, I like that men want me and can have me whenever they
like. I love it when they touch me, when they're inside me. I love all the
orgasms they give me. I'm truly enjoying myself"
She looked at herself in the reflection of a shop window, totally unashamed.
That was her, a big titted blonde bimbo in tight sexy clothing whose body was
available to all. And she liked it, wouldn't have it any other way. She was
sexually liberated and it was glorious, her moral inhibitions regarding
fucking everything in sight long gone and she didn't regret it one bit,
enjoyed every second. Her body was there to please others but she now found
herself experiencing incredible pleasure in doing so.
To punish her Joyce and Drusilla had forced her to do all this against her
will. But now she had turned the tables on them, finding strange delight and
revelling in her supposed punishment. They had unwittingly released the insatiable
nympho that had always dwelt deep inside her, that dwelt inside everyone.
She strutted off down the main street of Sunnydale, a new enthusiasm in her
step, eager for more clients before daybreak to quell the dark and endless
yearnings deep within her.
*
Buffy strutted up to the table in her high heels bearing the tray of drinks
in her hands, swinging her hips in her little black dress. She vaguely
wondered if the trio of old men who'd hired her realised what she was? Maybe
they just wanted someone to serve their drinks who was pretty to look at? Oh
well, tonight she wouldn't be fucked for once. She admitted to herself that
she felt vaguely disappointed, the more sex she got the more she seemed to
crave. She wondered if she'd ever be able to go back to her old life?
She served them the drinks. As she did so she felt their gnarled arthritic
hands on her body, each taking the opportunity to grope and caress her,
stroking her thighs, pinching her butt, cupping her breasts. In spite of
herself she felt her cunny begin to moisten and her nipples harden, glad that
she hadn't bothered to wear any underwear.
She realised that she was not just the waitress, she was tonight's
entertainment as well. Maybe she was not to be disappointed after all?
As she finished serving the last one he pulled her onto his lap, slipping one
of his hands up her dress and inside her, the other finding it's way down her
cleavage, firmly grasping each breast in turn, rubbing her nipples between
index finger and thumb. Buffy gave a soft moan of desire. Encouraged, she
felt him unzip his pants, his hard cock quickly replacing his nimble fingers
within her cunt, Buffy giving a short gasp of pleasure and acceptance. He
came too quickly for her leaving her vaguely unsatisfied, his cum dripping
slowly from within her. Despite it all however the game did not pause for a
single moment.
The first player passed her onto the lap of the second. Buffy widened her
legs and slowly accepted his cock between her ass cheeks, forcing her tight
sphincter to relax and allow him all the way inside her. This time it was his
turn to moan in ecstasy, Buffy taking the opportunity to openly masturbate
herself to orgasm as he ass-fucked her ruthlessly, oblivious to the
fascinated audience around her, totally shameless in her desire.
She moved over to the next lap, sitting astride him, impaling herself on his
already exposed, throbbing cock. She rode him like a bucking bronco, grinding
herself against him, thrusting her hips forwards to take more and more of him
inside her tight, wet cunny. She hugged her arms around his shoulders as he
suckled on her swollen nipples but noticed that he was still glancing at his
hand, tossing another chip into the pile as they fucked to climax.
She looked forward to the next fucking but instead they sent her for another
round of drinks. Well, she guessed at their age they needed some time to
recover, even with the viagra she saw them popping like popcorn. She returned
and served them all again before standing expectantly to one side, awaiting
further orders.
"Bad news" the first card player told her. "We decided to play
strip poker...."
Buffy felt a pang of unease. Much as she appreciated the fucking they were
giving her they were a bunch of ugly old men and she had no desire to see them
naked.
"...and you lost"
She breathed again. With a smile she shimmied out of her little black dress
and folded it over a spare seat. She stood there, naked except for her high
heels, shoulders back, tits thrust out, hands by her sides, ready for the next
instruction. No matter how many times she saw it she never grew tired of
seeing peoples wide-eyed reaction to her nude beauty. She vaguely wondered
why she'd ever had any reservations about being naked in front of people? It
now seemed the most natural thing in the world to her, clothes an unnecessary
extravagance.
They played again. Buffy wasn't following the game but the second card player
was obviously not fairing too well. He chucked his hand in with resignation.
"You owe me one blow job" the third player told him. Buffy couldn't
believe her ears until the second player nodded and beckoned her forwards.
Then she understood.
She obediently fell to her knees and unzipped his pants, releasing his
springing erection. She showered it with kisses before taking it in her
mouth, expertly sucking and licking, lovingly stroking her tongue up and down
it's length. He came once in her mouth with a guttural cry of sheer joy. She
reached out with her hands and eagerly took the cocks of the other two
players in her palms. She pumped them skilfully with renewed vigour, one
coming on her face, the other shooting his load across her bared tits.
She started to get up but she felt a firm hand press down on the back of her
neck. She whimpered, unused to such rough treatment but obligingly stayed on
all fours, the submissiveness of her position having her cunny juicing up
again nicely. It started leaking like a broken faucet when the first player
rested his cold glass between her shoulder blades, commenting "Damn I misplaced
my coaster, better find somewhere else for my drink"
"Nice table" the second player observed. He rested his drink at the
base of Buffy's spine sending a delicious shiver through her nervous system,
her shudder causing the ice cubes in their glasses to tinkle. The third
slipped the long stem of his cocktail glass between her shapely ass cheeks, a
vixenish smile of contentment and delight spreading across her place as she
gripped it firmly with her pert backside muscles.
She wondered what other games they would play tonight?
*
First timers. She could tell them a mile off, that look of hesitant lust and
nervousness. Besides they'd rented the hotel room for the entire night rather
than getting one by the hour. Hadn't even tried to negotiate her price. They also
looked vaguely familiar to her from somewhere but she just couldn't put her
finger on it. Even better they were both good looking folks, the king and
queen of the prom 20 years hence.
Cool! They were quite a find and Buffy hoped for plenty of return business.
After she had fucked them both to exhaustion she would stay in the hotel room
overnight, contentedly soaking in a long hot bath then enjoying a lazy lie-in
whilst catching up on all her favourite TV shows, an evening of much longed
for solitude for once. The room they'd rented even had cable! She would also
order some take out, finding that she got much more prompt service now that
she always tipped the delivery boys with a blow job. And sometimes got the
entire meal for free.
The woman seemed a little hesitant, hanging back a little. Buffy sat on the
edge of the bed, legs apart, breasts thrust out, beckoning them forwards.
He looked eager but his wife shook her head. "No, I don't think I can do
this...."
Buffy unbuttoned the front of her black bustier, staring firmly at them the
entire time. She revealed her breasts in all their glory eliciting sharp
gasps from both. She walked forwards and took their hands, placing them
firmly on her titties. Their hesitation disappeared and they appeared almost
mesmerised as she led them back to the bed.
Afterwards she lay between them. He was already asleep with his arms around
her. She just lay there, her body rubbing against Buffy's as she stroked her
fingers through the young girl's hair. Buffy returned the favour, enjoying
just softly toying with this beautiful MILF's bleach blonde curls. She freely
admitted that both reminded her of her own parents, feeling absolutely
wonderful in their embrace. Gazing at this beautiful older woman in her arms
she felt sad that her own mother was incapable of looking at her with such
affection any more.
"You've got to give me the name of your plastic surgeon, such huge
breasts on such a slender little body yet they still look natural" she
gave them a quick squeeze making Buffy gasp with pleasure "And feel it.
He must be a miracle worker!"
Buffy smiled "Actually a woman. And more of a magician than a miracle
worker"
"You remind me so much of my daughter. She would have been your age by
now". It was as though she was reading Buffy's mind. And then suddenly
Buffy knew exactly where she recognised them from.
"You're Mr and Mrs Kendall aren't you?"
Harmony's mother stared at her in shock. "How did you know...?"
"Shhhhhh!" Buffy told her putting a fingertip to her lip then
silencing her with a long, searching kiss.
"Another person I failed" she thought sadly.
*
"Are you ready yet?"
"Nearly"
She stepped out from behind the screen. It was weird that he gave her privacy
to change considering what they were destined to do together. Frankly Buffy
had so few inhibitions nowadays that she would gladly walk around the streets
naked if she could, clothes felt practically unnecessary and she always
enjoyed being nude for an audience. She never tired of showing off her body,
especially her staggeringly perfect tits, massive, totally out of proportion
to her slim, lithe figure but oddly complimentary to it. However she resisted
the temptation, even with her excellent relationship with the police that was
probably just a step too far for them.
He looked at her with lust and approval. Buffy smiled back, glad to have
pleased him. She adjusted the garter on her fishnet stockings of her frilly
French maid's outfit. Glancing in the dress mirror she decided she'd have to
get this costume for herself, she was sure it would be a huge hit with her
clientele, she really did look smoking hot in it. Her wardrobe of fantasy
clothing was getting pretty full nowadays, so many people liked to play dress
up she planned to open up her own X-rated costume shop and hire them all out
come Halloween.
"The bedroom?" she asked glancing upstairs to the first floor of
the mansion.
He shook his head. "The kitchen"
"Huh?" Buffy thought but didn't resist as he took her by the wrist
and led her into the kitchen area. The smell of chopped onions made her eyes
water a little as she saw an extremely young looking Afro-American busboy
working at the counter, dicing vegetables. A handsome Latino cook in his
forties was stirring a pot of something on the stove whilst a pair of rugged
looking gardeners sat at a table in the corner drinking beer. If they were
surprised by her appearance they didn't show it.
"We have a new upstairs maid" the master of the house announced
"It would do me a great service if you were to break her in for me"
They all nodded and he withdrew to a seat in the corner.
Buffy stood there in the middle of the kitchen wondering what to do? She
didn't have to wonder long.
"Two more beers" one of the gardeners ordered her. She looked
around and saw the refrigerator beside the sink. She opened it out and
amongst a mountain of expensive food found a half-empty six pack of beers.
She opened them with the end of a corkscrew and walked over to the gardeners,
tottering slightly on the smooth kitchen floor in her high heels. She gave
them one each wondering what sort of thrill her employer got from watching
her serve his staff drinks?
As she turned around a strong hand seized her exquisite ass. She gave a
little shriek of pleasure mixed with surprise and pain then fell to the floor
as the other gardener deliberately tripped her up.
"Well well" one said pushing her down with his hand on the small of
her back "It seems we have a clumsy slut for a new maid, we had better
teach her to be more careful"
She felt their hands all over her body, seeking out new and exciting
territory. The gardener to her front took out his cock and it seemed the most
natural thing in the world for Buffy to take it into her mouth and begin to
suck on him as eagerly as if it was a lollipop. She felt the second gardener
lift up her frilly skirts and soon her panties were stripped off and she was
happily taking it from both ends at once, the man she was sucking off taking
the time to cruelly toy with her breasts which were hanging pendulous down,
pinching and stroking her engorged nipples. The man behind her slapped her
ass as he fucked her, her buttocks growing redder and hotter as he hammered
on her pert ass-cheeks as though they were a pair of bongos.
She came long before they did, content to simply kneel there limply on all
fours as they fucked her roughly to their own orgasm. As she passively let
them roughly ride her she noticed out of the corner of her eye the
householder busily playing with himself in the corner. She wondered why he
simply didn't join the fun?
When they were finished she started to pick herself up but found the chef
standing over her, a formidable looking wooden spoon in his hand.
"Look at the mess you've made, slattern!" he raged, indicating the
copious love juices Buffy had spewed all over the floor. He threw her a cloth
"Clean it up or it shall be the worse for you!"
Buffy obediently began to mop it up but was distracted by the sensation of
the wooden spoon repeatedly cracking sharply off her already throbbing ass.
As he spanked her she felt the pain and pleasure began to mute into one
gloriously potent mixture. Her thighs slid further and further apart with
each blow and she was soon panting with desire, thrusting her completely
exposed backside up to meet each stinging slap, tingling with anticipation,
the feeling spreading throughout her body. Her cunny trickled with desire,
her clitty pulsing and twitching, dripping with sweat and love juices. She
desperately yearned to have a cock inside her, somewhere, anywhere, it didn't
matter, she felt incomplete without one, as though she would die if she
wasn't fucked at just this moment.
As if on cue she felt something smooth and hard rammed into her cunt, feeling
as though it was penetrating her all the way up into her womb, causing her to
wail in pain and surprise. She knew it was the handle of the chef's wooden
spoon and gloried in it, her cunt muscles clenching down on it lovingly, so
big and satisfying, filling her delightfully right the way up. As he thrust
it fiercely back and forth she felt it was so big that it was about to come
out of her mouth at any moment. Yet she still fucked it back with angry bucks
of her hips, keen to get more and more of this very unusual dildo inside her,
stretching her to the limits and beyond, smeared in her wetness.
Just when she thought she couldn't get any fuller she felt his finger probing
and teasing her tight asshole, causing her to writhe and squirm deliciously,
further enhancing the sensations of her clitty rubbing against the texture of
the wooden spoon. Lubricated by a little cunny juice it rapidly found it's
way inside her and Buffy willingly surrendered to her double penetration,
shamelessly finding pleasure in her helplessness and his domination and
control over her.
She came so hard she collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily, utterly
content and satisfied. She was not the least bit embarrassed by her
performance, in fact her sense of humiliation and submissiveness only
heightened her pleasure.
Strong hands circled around her tiny waist and picked her up as easily as if
she had been a child's doll. She found to her extreme delight two cocks
within her once again as both gardeners double teamed her, fucking her in
wonderful unison, Buffy meeting their titanic thrusts with her own. The first
gardener fucked her from the front, sucking and toying on her breasts as he
did so, his hard pulsing cock feeling so good after the cold inanimate wood,
his hot seed erupting deeply into her. The one at the back completed the work
begun by the chef's finger and his cock found a snug, incredibly pleasurable
new home deep in Buffy's ass. His joy was so great that his seed filled
Buffy's back passage to the brim as her own climax overwhelmed her, screaming
her voice away as she totally lost control in a state of nirvana.
"Uhh...uhhh...AHHHH....AHHHHHH, YES! YESSS!!!! OOHHHH! OOOOHHHHH! FUCK
ME! FUUUUCCCKKKKK MMMMEEEEE!" she cried in utter euphoria.
When she'd recovered the gardeners had poured themselves another beer and
were watching her with seemingly casual interest. The chef was thoroughly
washing his hands which was probably a good thing considering where his
finger had been. She crawled over to the house owner who was still
masturbating vigorously in the corner. But he directed her to another with a
flick of his finger.
He wanted her to fuck the houseboy?
The young serving boy didn't waste the amazing opportunity he'd just been
given. He hauled Buffy to her feet and mauled her huge titties, causing her a
sharp chirp of pain and deep intake of breath. He smiled the devil's smile at
her and plunged his head into her cleavage, grabbing her ponytail with one
hand and bending her mercilessly backwards. She felt him viciously tweaking
her nipples and biting and sucking unbelievably hard upon them. Despite
herself she gave a long groan of pleasure and found her hand stroking his
hair affectionately.
She reached into his trousers and pulled out a surprisingly impressive cock,
masturbating him to climax with just a few pulls, so turned on was he by her
conversion to his willing whore.
"Lick it up!" he demanded, indicating the cum stained across his
stomach. Buffy did as instructed, determined not to miss a single drop,
utterly intent on pleasing this servant who had now become her master.
She found herself thrown over a kitchen counter and him biting sharply on her
still tender ass cheeks, leaving little red marks on her skin. She bit her
lip to stop herself crying out but gave it up as impossible and began to
scream in sweet agony as he began to fuck her remorselessly across the smooth
kitchen surface, shunting her back and forth as he banged her doggy-style.
Her nipples soon got sore from the friction but she found that they were so
sensitive she orgasmed yet again simply from the harsh stimulation. She felt
another climax building up yet again due to the houseboy's cock relentlessly
pounding her cunt, the chef triggering it nearly instantly by thrusting his
hands under her plump breasts, groping and kneading them without a single
thought to her comfort or dignity.
The hours passed in a frantic blur of straight fucking, spanking, buggery and
blow jobs. Eventually the men were all exhausted, even Buffy's earnest
licking of their cocks unable to get them hard again.
"Next time I'll issue them some viagra before I get changed" Buffy
decided, looking over to the master of the house who was once more fully
clothed.
"Thank you everyone, that'll be all for tonight" He signaled for
Buffy to pick up her clothes then took a bottle of chilled champagne from the
refrigerator and lead her from the kitchen back to the drawing room. He
poured them each a glass of champagne as she dressed.
"You can keep that outfit if you want" he offered generously
"I've a feeling we'll all be seeing a lot more of each other"
"Cool!" thought Buffy. She stroked his crotch suggestively. She
still yearned for more fucking tonight, her desire not yet sated despite all
the orgasms she had enjoyed and the hard cocks she had taken within her
during the course of the evening. "Don't you want to...?"
He shook his head regretfully. "I can't I'm afraid. That's why I hired
you, I can only reach climax when I'm a spectator. My staff understand that
and perform for me whenever I bring a girl home. Not that they mind"
"I BET they don't!" Buffy giggled, sipping her champagne.
*
To be continued in Part 3; Slayerslut the Happy Hooker
|