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Another e-mail exercise for Brooke, another attempt for Beth to seduce her way to success… Plenty of humiliation and pain for both.
Chapter Seven
Seven o’clock approaching, he watches the image of Brooke on his monitor. Enjoying his position of superiority, of his dominance, he casually observes her staring at her own monitor’s screen, nervously fidgeting while sitting there naked waiting for her next e-mail instructions. He also enjoys having his tramp sitting next to him, also naked, and better yet, leaning over him and sucking his cock while thinking she’s got her shit together, even thinking she’s actually playing him. At least, he thinks to himself, Brooke has half a brain; she’s educated, willing to work and claw for success, even if she does have a ruthless side.
Damn, he continues to think as he glances down, presses Beth’s head a little further down across his crotch with the palm of his hand, this girl sure can suck a dick! But then, back to Brooke sitting there all naked for him, willing to be abused not only physically but mentally, just for the chance to run some dime a dozen company of his. Actually, all things considered, if he could find that emotion most men are stuck with, that of actually caring for or even respecting a woman, she just might be that woman, that being said, he doesn’t really give a shit for either gender, after all he’s more like a shark, a Great White at that, fuck everybody, then eat their ass when he’s finished with them! Chuckling to himself, the thought flashes by that someday he just might mean that, literally!
Glancing down at Beth again, her backside raised up across the armrest, her head bobbing, he watches the firm rounded humps of her butt cheeks, glistening as her svelte body erotically contorts, her breasts flattening against the armrest, his thigh. Has to be damn uncomfortable he thinks, even painful, yet, he’d bet the ranch that she’s going to make sure this is the best damn head-job she’s ever given, and actually, it ain’t too bad, he could cum right now if he wanted to. Then again, he could hold off indefinitely, its all in the power of the mind.
Sliding a fingertip down the hollow of her spine, slipping the same finger back and forth from one dimple to the other across the small of her back, he’s mildly surprised she lacks a ‘tramp stamp.’ Hell, some day she could look like a billboard full of tattoos for him if he wants. There’s no doubt she’d do it if that’s what he suggested.
Glancing at the monitor again, just another minute or so until the hour, he grips the back of Beth’s hair, raises her head, almost casually asking as he glances down. “Done?” The look on her face priceless, obviously a deflated ego, he again glances toward the screen as he continues. “Seven o’clock… Time to get to work with Brooke.”
“Yeh… Yes Sir… Okay.” She stutters, sits upright, her breasts swaying, the imprint of the armrest discoloring her right globe, leaving the cloth pattern barely visible across her bare flesh. Glancing at the screen, back toward him, her concern shows, even as she tries to play it off. “I’ll finish later… If you’d like… Okay?”
“Sure.” A single quick answer as he hits the e-mail, focuses on the screen, watches Brooke lean forward; hit the keys of her computer.
Watching her stand, walk over to the counter, sort through, follow the directions off the computer screen, she comes back to the chair with her hands full, slips her feet up into the slots on either side and begins strapping herself in. Cuffing her left ankle, then right, strapping her left knee, tugging it down toward the chair, following by cuffing her right knee, she leans back, the camera in perfect position to focus in on her gapping slit, her thighs spread outward nearly flat.
“What’s she doing to herself this time?” Beth asks, leaning over, letting her hand slide across the armrest; cup his still semi-erect shaft as she smiles at him for approval, seductively licking the tip of her tongue across her upper lip.
“Watch!... I’m curious just how much she’s going to be able to do.” He answers, feeling her fingers slipping around his cock, her thumb rubbing across the oozing slit, her fingernails manipulated just right, harsh enough for that stimulating sensation, gentle enough for pleasure.
Watching the image of Brooke again glancing toward her monitor screen then leaning back into her chair, slipping her left hand beside the seat to a control, lowering the back of the chair flat, he continues to stare toward the monitor as he feels Beth’s fingers beginning to stroke, pump his shaft, squeeze and pump a little firmer.
“Watch now Beth… Watch what she’s going to do next.” He almost whispers, concealing the stirring inside, his response to her masturbating him while they again focus on the screen, the image of Brooke positioning herself for her next degrading ordeal. “Watch what that chair’s capable of.”
Brooke’s hand on another control on the side of the chair, she visibly begins to arch upward, her breasts spreading apart as the chair presses upward against the small of her back. Reaching upward with her left hand, sliding her wrist through the mounted cuff, she presses the back of her wrist against the inside of the cuff causing it to automatically tighten, stretch upward.
“Wow!” Beth rasps as her own hand’s momentarily motionless as she watches the chair’s movement, Brooke’s cuffed arm being stretched above her.
They continue to watch as Brooke reaching between her legs with her free hand picks up a black cloth. Sliding it down over her forehead, it’s obviously an eye mask as she struggles to adjust it over her face with just one free hand, fitting the form fitting padded cloth across her nose and eyes. Reaching up with her still free hand, searching, finding the cuff on the other side of the chair, she slips her fingers through it, presses her wrist back. Again the chair does its thing; the cuff tightens, stretches upward, spreading her body with it.
“Damn!” Again Beth glances toward him as she squeezes his shaft. “Look at her… All stretched out… Spread-eagled on that chair… Damn… Now what’s going to happen to her?”
“Now she gets reacquainted with an old friend or two.” He matter-of-fact states, keeping to himself that she’s not only at one of his private estates but the one on the island where she spent her vacation. “She’s about to get mounted again by an old acquaintance… Now you can stand up and face me, yourself.”
Hesitating, slipping her hand from his shaft as she slowly stands, turning her back to the monitor, she does as she’s told, spreads her arms apart, displaying her entire naked body as she smiles. “You want me like this?”
“Actually… Spread you legs across me and slide that butt of yours over my dick.” He orders, his voice the same tone, almost casual. “And I said your ass… Your ass over my cock.” He orders again, glancing from the monitor to her face, seeing just a hint of a blush, a tinge of embarrassment, or disgust, as it doesn’t really matter, actually both would be a good thing.
“Knees on the armrests… Spread that pussy and squat over me.” He instructs as he keeps one eye on the monitor, watching as the caretaker and the islander with the huge cock in the original video enter the picture, step beside the chair, above Brooke’s naked body.
Glancing around Beth as she climbs on his chair’s armrests, positions herself, squats across his crotch, he grips his thickening shaft, probes past her parted slit, pushing the head of his shaft against the sphincter muscles rimming her anus. “Okay… I’m going to let you slip just the head of my cock inside your butt… Then hold still till I tell you… Understand?”
“Ye…Yes… Okay… Oomph!... Okay!” She grunts as she spreads her knees, squats above him, feels his thick cock shoving between her butt cheeks. “Oomph!... Damn it!” She moans, her body arching precariously across the armrests as she humps her back, lets her breasts swing freely below her while feeling his cock aligning up with her puckered rectum.
“What’s the matter?... Don’t want too?” He asks, his voice a little sterner as he adds. “That’s okay then… Forget it!” Almost smiling to himself, concealing his thoughts, enjoying humiliating her, knowing she’s going to give her ass up for him if she likes it or not, he knows she just can’t help herself! After all, she’s nothing but a slut trying to get ahead… By giving head.
“No… No Sir… I mean.” She stutters, fights for words, forcing herself to do what it takes, feeling the head of his shaft pressing, prying into her rectum, she moans. “I want to… I do… I… I want to please you with… With my ass if you want!”
“Okay then.” He acknowledges as he again concentrates on the monitor, the big black guy stepping between Brooke’s spread thighs, slipping his huge manhood against her butt cheeks as her bound body arches, her thighs noticeably quivering. Glancing down toward Beth’s spread thighs, his cock penetrating just the rim of her butt, he orders. “Okay… The head of my dick’s in… Now when I tell you… I want you to drop all the way down in a single thrust!... Understand?”
“Wha… What?... God… All the way?... I… I…”
Cutting her off, still watching the monitor, seeing the caretaker working Brooke’s breasts as the black guy’s already pounding, burying his shaft completely between Brooke’s bucking thighs, he orders, even sterner. “Just what I said… Or get off now!”
“No… Okay… Okay!” She whines, holding on to the rails in front of her knees. “Okay… I’ll do it!”
“”That’s what I thought!” He scoffs, while still watching Brooke’s bucking body, her fists clenching, her thighs jerking as she’s manhandled by both men. “Get ready then… Raise your arms up above your head.”
Straightening up, raising her arms as instructed, her elbows just slightly bent, she feels his cock slipping just a little further inside her stretching rectum, her muscles tensing, gripping his shaft. Clenching her fists, her flat stomach even flatter, almost a rippling washboard, her breasts standing out taut across her arching chest, she softly moans to herself as she mentally prepares to drop.
“Get ready Beth… Get ready.” He orders as he continues to watch the monitor, transfixed on Brooke’s globes being twisted, squeezed as the crimson tinge between her quivering thighs have become obvious, even on the monitor. “Ready?… Get…Ready………. Now drop!”
The slightest of a hesitation, biting her lower lip, she closes her eyes, drops her knees inside the armrests. “Aaaaaagggghhhhh!” Screaming, her back arching further back, she feels his throbbing shaft impaling her as her hips jam down across his, her hands interlocking, her fingers clenching above the back of her head.
Grabbing the armrests himself, thrusting upwards, he feels his shaft engulfed by her rectum, her tight sphincter muscles compressing, gripping and stretching his foreskin as she thrusts downward, bounces across his lap as her breasts bounce, slap together, brush across his face.
“God!... Oh God!… Ohhhh God!!!” She grunts, grunts even louder as her naked body trembles on his lap, her arms jerking, flailing above her thrust back head. “My… God!”
Feeling Beth impale herself on his throbbing cock, he glances around her side, watches Brooke’s image, her body contorting as the big black cock’s slipped out from between her thighs, the load of cum spurting between her legs, across her stomach, crisscrossing her breasts as the huge shaft pulses, flips back and forth while contrasting with her tan, shades lighter then the islander’s dark skin. Turning his attention back to Beth, he grunts as he forces his own hips upwards again, his shaft firmly mounted by her stretching rectum.
Able to see the crimson smudges spreading, marring Brooke’s thighs on the monitor, glancing down between Beth’s legs, he can pick up just the slightest pinkish smudge on her thighs too. Again holding in his smile, his immeasurable pleasure of the simultaneous humiliating and painful treatment of both women, gripping her breasts, feeling the firmness of her natural melons, breasts that one day will obviously receive augmentations if she has her way, but not yet needed, he melds, squeezes as he lifts her upwards, whispers. “Knees back on the arm rest Beth.”
Opening her eyes, the slightest trace of a tear, she grips the sides of the seat, raises her left, right knee, feeling his thick shaft sliding partially outward, still gripped by her stretching sphincter muscles as he raises his hips below hers. Arching her back, bowing forward as her breasts are still firmly gripped in his hands, she forcefully smiles into his eyes.
“Like it?” He asks, feigning sincerity as he keeps just the head of his cock inside her, feeling her body trembling above his as he playfully slaps at her swaying breasts, tugs the nipples, tautly stretching them down toward him.
Barely nodding her head, refusing to allow herself to give him reason to be upset with her even as she felt like he was ripping her apart, she whispers. “Yeh… It.. It was okay… Okay.”
“Good!” He smirks, releasing her reddening globes, grips her thighs straddling the armrests. “Hands above your head then… Round two!... Get ready!” Hearing her moan, feeling her thighs quivering, he glances around toward the monitor, sees the islanders leaving the picture, leaving Brooke’s glistening body covered with cum, perspiration, still spread-eagled, blindfolded, cuffed to the chair.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want!” He scolds, knowing her answer. Leaning over, pressing a button on the control panel next to his seat, he watches the monitor, the cuffs lowering on Brooke’s chair, loosening and releasing her wrists. Modern technology’s amazing.
“Okay… Okay… I… I want to!... I do.”
Glancing toward the monitor again, seeing the image of Brooke squirming on her chair, covering herself with her arms after sliding them down from the wrist cuffs, he reaches for the computer, rests his finger on ‘send’ as he prepares to send her the next e-mail. Glancing up into Beth’s swollen eye’s the couple tears she couldn’t hold back trickling off her cheeks, he feels his shaft pulsing as its head’s firmly gripped by her puckered anus. “Get ready Beth… Ready….”
End Chapter 7
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