JENNIFER
by Jennifer Nylon
I have always; I've realized, been submissive by nature. Even as a little girl,
I wanted to be tied up when I played cowboys and Indians with my brothers.
My relationships with men have been fine but the sex hasn't been so great. I
knew it was my fault so I pretended to come for the sake of my boyfriends. I
found I could only reach orgasm while masturbating and thinking of my terrible
private fantasies. One day I stopped at a seedy sex shop to buy a vibrator, the
older guy behind the counter leered at me as I murmured my request, my face red
with humiliation. My panties were soaked and when I got home to use the vibrator
for the first time and I had the most intense orgasm in my life as I remembered
the humiliation.
I had never come from being fucked, until I met Jared. I was at a party when I
saw him enter; he was so confident, so powerful it took my breath away. He
looked about ten years older than me but could have been older as he seemed
superbly fit. Tall, ruggedly handsome with dark deep eyes, he slumped in an
armchair and insolently looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts
and legs, a cold smile on his face.
"Get me a whiskey and soda," he said calmly, even naming the brand of whiskey he
wanted. I scurried off to do his bidding and returned with the drink. He took it
and didn't ask me to sit down, just watched me as he sipped. I was trembling and
I didn't know what to do next so I waited. "What is your first name?" he snapped
suddenly.
I cleared my throat. "Jennifer," I said finally.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty six."
"Twenty six?" he laughed. "You look younger. Are you lying to me?"
"No," I said quickly. "I'm always being asked for identification, I just look
young."
A dark haired woman about the same age as Jared swept across the room and kissed
him. "You snuck in," she laughed.
Jared smiled. "Just got a drink and met Jennifer. Jennifer," he said directly to
me, "this is my neighbor, Sylvia."
"Pleased to meet you," I recited and she looked at me carefully and then smiled.
"Of course," she said coldly and turned back to Jared. "I know you have to go
soon but there is someone who is dying to meet you." Jealously, I watched her
take his hand to pull him to his feet.
They started to walk away, and then Jared said something to Sylvia before
returning to me to say coldly, "I drive a black BMW, I will be leaving in
exactly fifteen minutes. I expect you waiting at the curb." With those
instructions, he strode away into the party.
Swiftly, I gathered my bag and rushed outside, scanning the street for a black
BMW and felt a surge of relief when I found it. I stood under a streetlight to
fix my makeup, brushed my hair and wished I had worn something a little better
than the denim skirt, sleeveless white top and woolen coat. It was summer but a
small chill in the air.
The minutes dragged by and I wondered if they were inside looking at me through
the window and laughing at how easily I did what he wanted. Although humiliated,
I felt my body tingle and the dull desire in my stomach start to pulse. If this
was a cruel joke, I knew I would still masturbate while remembering and come in
a huge rush at the humiliation of it all.
The car beeped as he opened it. "Get in," he said and I hurriedly slipped into
the seat next to him, his cologne sweeping over me as the car sped off into the
night. Suddenly, he stopped, pulled me to him and kissed me roughly and, at the
same time, sweetly. My panties were soaked and I groaned as his hand pushed my
legs apart, his finger probing, pushing the wet crotch of my panties aside and
slipping deeply inside my pussy. I groaned through the kiss as he finger fucked
me, took control of me just like that and I had no choice, just moved on his
hand.
That night we fucked in his apartment. Finally, naked, my large breasts lolling
to the side, he roughly forced me back on the messed bed and held my hands above
my head by one massive hand, his other hand gripping my hair tightly as his cock
pounded me, used me, I came with a loud scream that echoed within the room.
We saw a lot of each other after that and I loved it. Jared would order me
around and expect me to completely obey him, no matter how humiliating it was.
It was inevitable that I would move into his apartment. It was a beautiful
apartment and there were only two apartments on our floor. Sylvia who I got to
know a little and found she wasn't as nasty as she first seemed occupied the
other apartment on that floor. I still worked as a receptionist but I also did
all the housework in the apartment, Jared didn't even offer.
Then the company I worked for was taken over and I lost my job. Jared said not
to worry about finding another job; he would find one for me so I became very
dependent on him for everything.
One day, Jared came home, looked at me as I ran from the sofa to kiss him and
said, " I'm horny, get on your knees and suck me."
My face burning, I sank to my knees and he coldly looked down at me as I reached
to undo his zipper. "Don't," he snapped, brushing my hands away. "Don't touch
without permission. Ask!"
"Please can I undo your pants?" I whispered and my panties were instantly
soaked.
"Why?"
"So I can suck you," I whispered, my face hot and my hands trembling.
"Suck what?" His voice was low and menacing, his hand gripped my hair as he made
me look up at him.
"Your cock," I whispered in a rush. "Please can I suck your cock?" The
humiliation washed through me and I felt as if I was on the edge of coming.
"Ask again, this time call me Sir."
"Please Sir, can I suck your cock?" He nodded and my trembling fingers unzipped
him and released his fat cock, which I hungrily took in my mouth. I felt so
servile, so used as I sucked him, his hand in my hair and his cock filling my
mouth. His hands gripped me as he fucked my mouth and I tried to stop from
gagging and I realized, I had no choice, he had complete control and the thought
sent my head spinning.
With a grunt, he came, coating my face with his sticky sperm, drops running down
my nose and some almost in my eyes until he casually wiped his cock against my
cheek. "You'll have to improve," he said coldly, doing his pants up and walking
away without another word, leaving me kneeling on the floor, my face and my
panties a mess.
I was so aroused that I had to stop myself from ripping the vibrator from the
bedroom drawer after washing my face. Jared smiled at me when I walked back, my
face bright red.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said and I nodded shamefully. "You enjoyed me
taking control?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"That makes you a slut," he smiled and the word rang in my ears. "I guess the
slut wants to come now?"
I was trembling; his words seemed to be drifting in and out of my head.
"Please?' I moaned. "Please Sir," I added and moaned when I said it.
"Go and get dressed in your slut clothes and wait for me." I rushed to strip off
my clothes and dress in the black bra, panties and stockings that he loved me to
wear.
Thirty minutes later, I was on my back, panties in my mouth and my ankles tied
to my wrists so my wet pussy was open, hungrily gaping. I was helpless and so
exposed, desperate to come.
"You've been using this without my permission," Jared said, taking my vibrator
from the drawer, tapping my ass with it. "You don't use it unless I allow you."
I nodded desperately, tasting myself on my soaked panties and moaning when he
slid the vibrator deep into my pussy. Smiling he twisted the end and it started
to vibrate inside me. "Enjoy while I get a drink."
No, I wanted to cry out! Touch my clit, please! It was maddening, the vibrator
deep inside me, teasing me but there was no friction on my clit, and it was
swollen, red and ignored.
Suddenly I heard the doorbell and I strained my ears to listen as Jared opened
the door. "Hi Sylvia."
"Is Jennifer here? I wanted to borrow something."
To my horror, I heard Jared say casually, "Yeah, she's tied up in the bedroom
with a vibrator in her cunt. Want to look?"
"Sure," she laughed.
My face was red with shame when they both walked in, the vibrator so loud in the
room. "Are those her panties in her mouth?" Sylvia casually asked, taking
Jared's drink for a quick sip. "She likes the taste of cunt?"
"I guess. Who cares what she likes?" Jared laughed and took his drink back. "She
just wants to come. Don't you, slut?" he suddenly snapped at me and face hot
with shame, I nodded. His fingers removed the sodden panties, dropping them on
the pillow next to me. "Beg," he said coldly.
My eyes darted from Sylvia to Jared; both were smiling down at me while calmly
sharing the drink. "Please Sir," I begged hoarsely, "please let me come."
"She has a nice little cunt," Sylvia observed, looking down at my pussy and the
vibrator protruding from it. "And she's a natural blonde. Have you had her ass
yet?" she casually asked and Jared shook his head.
"Not yet." His big fingers removed the vibrator and he wiped it on my hot
cheeks, teasing my mouth with it. "Beg to come, slut."
"Please, Sir," I almost screamed with desperation and deep in humiliation. My
head was spinning, all control gone as I slipped away, degrading myself without
thought in my urgent need for relief. "Please let me come!"
"You're nothing but a fucking slut, aren't you?" he demanded as he slipped two
fingers inside of me, Sylvia giggling softly.
"Yes, yes," I desperately agreed, his fingers slowly fucking me. "I'm a slut!"
"She screams when she comes," Jared said idly to Sylvia.
"I think I've heard her," Sylvia laughed, "the walls are a little thin. Does she
always get this wet? Her thighs are coated in it, for fucks sake!"
"She gets wet very easily, it's like turning a faucet on."His fingers moved in
and out and I tried to buck on his hand, to get my clit in contact with
something, anything! "Ask Sylvia if you can come," Jared snapped and Sylvia
laughed.
"Please Sylvia," I begged, humiliated that she should see me like this but I was
desperate, "please can I come?"
"Let me think about it," Sylvia laughed again and Jared smiled.
"You are a heartless bitch, Sylvia," he said.
"We are two of a kind. All right, slut," she snapped, "you can come."
Jared's thumb pressed against my clit while his fingers penetrated me, the
pressure rocking me and I screwed my eyes shut. "Show us how you come, slut,"
Jared whispered in my ear, pushing me over the edge. The waves rolled over me,
intense almost painful as I screamed in ecstasy, lost in my pleasure and
humiliation.
I finally opened my eyes and Sylvia and Jared were standing by the door, smiling
broadly. "Bravo," Sylvia said mockingly, clapping slowly and my face burned with
shame.
Jared untied one hand and I gingerly lowed one leg, the other still tied to my
other wrist. "Free yourself and get out to the kitchen. We'd like something to
eat."
I heard Sylvia giggle as they left the room, my stiff fingers fumbling with the
rope.
Part 2 soon.
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