Give Me Some Sugar Part 1 Rochelles Tryout
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It couldn’t have been much past two in the afternoon when the bus pulled up short of the crossroads. Some other more presentable travellers decided to stop off at the casino motel, but I decided that I’d come far enough to walk a little further and made my way to the library.
I selected a book and sat down to wait. I knew she’d be there soon, since we’d already made arrangements to talk online that afternoon. The thought of seeing her in the flesh for the first time was making me hard, and I wondered if she’d live up to the expectations she’d created online.
I kept one eye on the express internet kiosk and ran through my memories of what we’d spoken about. The forced fantasy. The desperate need to come. The things that should shock yet somehow made things hotter.
I almost missed her coming in until she sat down at the express screen. Just as she had been instructed to do, she wore a knee length skirt, calf-length boots and a sleeveless top. I could already see that she was bra-less and that made me curious to find out if she had followed the rest of the dress code.
The moment was one to savour. I wanted her scent on me, and the thought of what I was about to do to her made me wish I’d worn underwear instead of going strictly by my own dress code. My cock was throbbing in my jeans, and it must have been apparent to some of the library’s patrons. Apart from my travel bag and sneakers, my shirt was the only other thing I wore. It was nearly time for our introduction.
After a few minutes, she rose and crossed to the restrooms. I followed immediately but casually, and managed to catch a glimpse of her behind the closing door of the ladies’ room. My heart beating hard in my throat, I caught the closing door and walked in behind her.
She didn’t even notice until my hand was on her shoulder.
Her knees buckled in surprise, but she caught herself and rose, turning toward me as she did so. Her eyes widened at the sight of who was there with her, and I could see her breathing was getting deeper – a mixture of fear and apprehension.
I put my hand across her mouth and backed her into a cubicle. Her lips were cold and wet against my palm, and her hands were weak against my chest. I gripped the hem of her top in my free hand and pushed her against the wall of the cubicle, my foot closing the door behind me. I leaned forward to breathe harshly in her ear
“You don’t know me.”
Her response was perfect. Her eyes flew through a spectrum of emotions: incomprehension, confusion, upset and then fear. Her body became limp. I took the opportunity to latch the door and open my bag.
Ball gag. I pulled it out and forced it round her head, gagging her completely. Then she started to struggle. The cuffs were next, and I had to turn her round to face the wall before I could twist her arm up her back to snap the first one onto her wrist.
Again, I leant forward and whispered in her ear.
“If you keep struggling, someone’s gonna hear. And that will be two bodies left rotting in a library…”
Her struggling subdued, but I could hear that she was having trouble with the gag, and her moans were now more upset than angry. It sounded like she was gagging on her tears – she swallowed roughly and was eventually still – cuffed behind her back and compliant.
Finally, I took off my belt and tied it round her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. I didn’t want her blind. Just trussed up enough to use effectively.
There was something in her stillness, however, that kept me wary. I made a mental note of that fact as I perused the remaining contents of my pack. A towel – I laid it out on the closed toilet lid… then a short silk skirt, a bikini top and a pair of scissors.
I was aware of her twisting her head this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of what I was doing.
I turned to face her and took a look at the work done so far: black belt covering her eyes, ball gag stuffed into her mouth, her chest heaving, her legs buckling and straightening, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was beginning to cry. It was truly the beginning of a wonderful adventure. I picked up the scissors and started to whistle almost inaudibly – it was time for her to lose the modesty of clothing.
The first snip was at the hem of her now crumpled top. She couldn’t have felt a thing. She started at the feel of cold metal against her skin and started to sob more insistently, still swallowing her tears with difficulty.
Next, I knelt down in front of her and spread her legs so I could reach between them and cut at the back of her skirt. I continued to the waistband and then across at either side until the material of her skirt hung loose – almost like an apron on a fabric belt.
I stood, and admired my work. I was now throbbing uncomfortably, so I unbuttoned my jeans and let it stand free. She had been true to her word. No panties. It was all I could do to keep from dropping the scissors and bending her over there and then. But there were a few more things I wanted from her first.
Her breathing was erratic now – nasal and irregular. I made my offer.
“Would you like to breathe, girl? Would you be quiet if I let you breathe?”
Her response was an instant, grateful and desperate nodding. The gutteral sound coming from her throat could have been interpreted as “Please…”
“You have to keep something else in your mouth first, though. Something needs to be made wet – as wet as you can. Because then it’s going to hurt less.”
Her nodding slowed… but continued.
I took the last item from my bag. Just under nine inches of latex, complete with balls: a perfect replica of my cock for her to drool on. I held it next to her face, slapping her gently with it as she tried to see what was in my hands. The cock between my legs prodded her in the stomach, but she didn’t appear to notice. Her desperation for breath was overwhelming.
In one movement, the gag was removed and the cock jammed sideways between her teeth like a bit. I moved the spit-covered ball down between her legs and rubbed it against her cunt, spreading the lips and using her own saliva as preliminary lube.
I jammed her legs together and made her hold the ball in place with her thighs. I held her legs together with my own. Then I ripped open her top to expose the first of three parts that I would enjoy of her that afternoon.
The sight of her breasts, heaving as she gasped for more air, was delicious. I could feel her coming back to her senses and trying to struggle again. She was weak now, but I could tell that she would be stronger soon. I ignored her signs and ogled the bare flesh before me. Incredibly, her nipples were already erect. So, it was true. She really was the dirty bitch she said she was!!
Pulling the remnants of her top down her arms behind her back, I lowered my head and licked and sucked each tit, devouring her and savouring the sweet musky taste of her sweat.
Looking up, I could see that she was drooling over the dildo in her mouth. Saliva had already begun to gather at the tip. I reached up and grabbed the cock and ran it back and forth across her lips and tongue, ensuring that the entire length was wet with spittle.
With my right hand, I pulled the dildo from her mouth – my left smothered her immediately, stifling any attempts at a cry for help. Still munching on her nipples, I brought the dildo down and told her she could drop the ball. I forced one leg between her thighs and the ball-gag dropped to the floor as my hand pushed aside the apron of her skirt to bring the latex phallus to her pussy. It was then she started to squirm – just a little too late.
I forced the head inside her and she screamed against my hand. Relentless, I worked it into her… deeper and deeper inside, inch by inch, until the fake balls were pushed hard against her pussy lips. Then I stood and took the belt from her eyes.
“This was going to be your special delivery, dear. I hope you don’t mind that I delivered it personally…”
With those words, I reached down again and grabbed the dildo at the base, forcing it into her hard. Every time I slammed it into her, my thumb jammed hard against her clit. Within a few strokes, I could feel the spit being replaced by her juices. She was already coming. Everything that happened before was happening for a different reason – her squirming, the buckling of her legs, her rasping breath…
When I judged that she had passed her peak, I emptied her of the replica. My cock was still throbbing and it was time that she felt the real thing. Part two.
I bent her over and forced her face into the small pile of clothes on the towel. Her ass was perfectly exposed in that position, and I used the remains of her top to lever myself behind her. It took seconds to line up our fuck parts and then I squeezed myself into her in one motion. She was amazingly tight considering how wet she was, and that it had been a copy of my own cock that had just fucked her to coming.
It only took two or three thrusts for me to work into a hard slamming rhythm, and then I realised there may be a problem. Her moaning. The little slut was getting off so hard that she couldn’t shut up.
Improvising, I put the dildo in front of her and pushed her head down onto it, grabbing a handful of her hair as I did so. I hissed at her
“Suck that and shut the fuck up…”
She did as she was told, although the sounds coming from her sucking made it sound like she was gagging again. I was beyond caring. The sight of her ass, the feel of my cock in her cunt and the knowledge that she was getting off so hard were all making me desperate to cum.
As though she was sharing my thoughts, I felt her pussy tighten on me, and then flood. It was too much. My balls tightened. I pulled out and forced her to her knees by her hair. The replica of my cock was still in her mouth as she knelt before me, so I slapped it out. There were tears in her eyes as she obediently sucked my cock, gagging and drooling as she worked the first few inches of its length.
She looked up at me, and the look of wanton despair on her face took me over the edge. I pulled out and started to come. I shot great streams of cum on her cheek, then her chin, then her forehead. As the last drops fell short of her face and onto her exposed breasts, I rubbed it into her skin with my cock, and had her lick it off me.
She looked up– tears on her face mingling with stray drops of cum – and said…
“Thank you, sir.”
I selected a book and sat down to wait. I knew she’d be there soon, since we’d already made arrangements to talk online that afternoon. The thought of seeing her in the flesh for the first time was making me hard, and I wondered if she’d live up to the expectations she’d created online.
I kept one eye on the express internet kiosk and ran through my memories of what we’d spoken about. The forced fantasy. The desperate need to come. The things that should shock yet somehow made things hotter.
I almost missed her coming in until she sat down at the express screen. Just as she had been instructed to do, she wore a knee length skirt, calf-length boots and a sleeveless top. I could already see that she was bra-less and that made me curious to find out if she had followed the rest of the dress code.
The moment was one to savour. I wanted her scent on me, and the thought of what I was about to do to her made me wish I’d worn underwear instead of going strictly by my own dress code. My cock was throbbing in my jeans, and it must have been apparent to some of the library’s patrons. Apart from my travel bag and sneakers, my shirt was the only other thing I wore. It was nearly time for our introduction.
After a few minutes, she rose and crossed to the restrooms. I followed immediately but casually, and managed to catch a glimpse of her behind the closing door of the ladies’ room. My heart beating hard in my throat, I caught the closing door and walked in behind her.
She didn’t even notice until my hand was on her shoulder.
Her knees buckled in surprise, but she caught herself and rose, turning toward me as she did so. Her eyes widened at the sight of who was there with her, and I could see her breathing was getting deeper – a mixture of fear and apprehension.
I put my hand across her mouth and backed her into a cubicle. Her lips were cold and wet against my palm, and her hands were weak against my chest. I gripped the hem of her top in my free hand and pushed her against the wall of the cubicle, my foot closing the door behind me. I leaned forward to breathe harshly in her ear
“You don’t know me.”
Her response was perfect. Her eyes flew through a spectrum of emotions: incomprehension, confusion, upset and then fear. Her body became limp. I took the opportunity to latch the door and open my bag.
Ball gag. I pulled it out and forced it round her head, gagging her completely. Then she started to struggle. The cuffs were next, and I had to turn her round to face the wall before I could twist her arm up her back to snap the first one onto her wrist.
Again, I leant forward and whispered in her ear.
“If you keep struggling, someone’s gonna hear. And that will be two bodies left rotting in a library…”
Her struggling subdued, but I could hear that she was having trouble with the gag, and her moans were now more upset than angry. It sounded like she was gagging on her tears – she swallowed roughly and was eventually still – cuffed behind her back and compliant.
Finally, I took off my belt and tied it round her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. I didn’t want her blind. Just trussed up enough to use effectively.
There was something in her stillness, however, that kept me wary. I made a mental note of that fact as I perused the remaining contents of my pack. A towel – I laid it out on the closed toilet lid… then a short silk skirt, a bikini top and a pair of scissors.
I was aware of her twisting her head this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of what I was doing.
I turned to face her and took a look at the work done so far: black belt covering her eyes, ball gag stuffed into her mouth, her chest heaving, her legs buckling and straightening, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was beginning to cry. It was truly the beginning of a wonderful adventure. I picked up the scissors and started to whistle almost inaudibly – it was time for her to lose the modesty of clothing.
The first snip was at the hem of her now crumpled top. She couldn’t have felt a thing. She started at the feel of cold metal against her skin and started to sob more insistently, still swallowing her tears with difficulty.
Next, I knelt down in front of her and spread her legs so I could reach between them and cut at the back of her skirt. I continued to the waistband and then across at either side until the material of her skirt hung loose – almost like an apron on a fabric belt.
I stood, and admired my work. I was now throbbing uncomfortably, so I unbuttoned my jeans and let it stand free. She had been true to her word. No panties. It was all I could do to keep from dropping the scissors and bending her over there and then. But there were a few more things I wanted from her first.
Her breathing was erratic now – nasal and irregular. I made my offer.
“Would you like to breathe, girl? Would you be quiet if I let you breathe?”
Her response was an instant, grateful and desperate nodding. The gutteral sound coming from her throat could have been interpreted as “Please…”
“You have to keep something else in your mouth first, though. Something needs to be made wet – as wet as you can. Because then it’s going to hurt less.”
Her nodding slowed… but continued.
I took the last item from my bag. Just under nine inches of latex, complete with balls: a perfect replica of my cock for her to drool on. I held it next to her face, slapping her gently with it as she tried to see what was in my hands. The cock between my legs prodded her in the stomach, but she didn’t appear to notice. Her desperation for breath was overwhelming.
In one movement, the gag was removed and the cock jammed sideways between her teeth like a bit. I moved the spit-covered ball down between her legs and rubbed it against her cunt, spreading the lips and using her own saliva as preliminary lube.
I jammed her legs together and made her hold the ball in place with her thighs. I held her legs together with my own. Then I ripped open her top to expose the first of three parts that I would enjoy of her that afternoon.
The sight of her breasts, heaving as she gasped for more air, was delicious. I could feel her coming back to her senses and trying to struggle again. She was weak now, but I could tell that she would be stronger soon. I ignored her signs and ogled the bare flesh before me. Incredibly, her nipples were already erect. So, it was true. She really was the dirty bitch she said she was!!
Pulling the remnants of her top down her arms behind her back, I lowered my head and licked and sucked each tit, devouring her and savouring the sweet musky taste of her sweat.
Looking up, I could see that she was drooling over the dildo in her mouth. Saliva had already begun to gather at the tip. I reached up and grabbed the cock and ran it back and forth across her lips and tongue, ensuring that the entire length was wet with spittle.
With my right hand, I pulled the dildo from her mouth – my left smothered her immediately, stifling any attempts at a cry for help. Still munching on her nipples, I brought the dildo down and told her she could drop the ball. I forced one leg between her thighs and the ball-gag dropped to the floor as my hand pushed aside the apron of her skirt to bring the latex phallus to her pussy. It was then she started to squirm – just a little too late.
I forced the head inside her and she screamed against my hand. Relentless, I worked it into her… deeper and deeper inside, inch by inch, until the fake balls were pushed hard against her pussy lips. Then I stood and took the belt from her eyes.
“This was going to be your special delivery, dear. I hope you don’t mind that I delivered it personally…”
With those words, I reached down again and grabbed the dildo at the base, forcing it into her hard. Every time I slammed it into her, my thumb jammed hard against her clit. Within a few strokes, I could feel the spit being replaced by her juices. She was already coming. Everything that happened before was happening for a different reason – her squirming, the buckling of her legs, her rasping breath…
When I judged that she had passed her peak, I emptied her of the replica. My cock was still throbbing and it was time that she felt the real thing. Part two.
I bent her over and forced her face into the small pile of clothes on the towel. Her ass was perfectly exposed in that position, and I used the remains of her top to lever myself behind her. It took seconds to line up our fuck parts and then I squeezed myself into her in one motion. She was amazingly tight considering how wet she was, and that it had been a copy of my own cock that had just fucked her to coming.
It only took two or three thrusts for me to work into a hard slamming rhythm, and then I realised there may be a problem. Her moaning. The little slut was getting off so hard that she couldn’t shut up.
Improvising, I put the dildo in front of her and pushed her head down onto it, grabbing a handful of her hair as I did so. I hissed at her
“Suck that and shut the fuck up…”
She did as she was told, although the sounds coming from her sucking made it sound like she was gagging again. I was beyond caring. The sight of her ass, the feel of my cock in her cunt and the knowledge that she was getting off so hard were all making me desperate to cum.
As though she was sharing my thoughts, I felt her pussy tighten on me, and then flood. It was too much. My balls tightened. I pulled out and forced her to her knees by her hair. The replica of my cock was still in her mouth as she knelt before me, so I slapped it out. There were tears in her eyes as she obediently sucked my cock, gagging and drooling as she worked the first few inches of its length.
She looked up at me, and the look of wanton despair on her face took me over the edge. I pulled out and started to come. I shot great streams of cum on her cheek, then her chin, then her forehead. As the last drops fell short of her face and onto her exposed breasts, I rubbed it into her skin with my cock, and had her lick it off me.
She looked up– tears on her face mingling with stray drops of cum – and said…
“Thank you, sir.”
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