Bondage brat
The blond stranger's eyes glinted like steel in the dark night. Valerie shuddered with fear as he slammed the doors of the empty truck behind him and walked over towards her.
"Don't tremble, bite. You knew what this was about when you came here!" he snarled and slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor, warm blood oozing from her wounded leg.
Before she had a chance to collect her wits, the man had grabbed her and she felt her arms being pulled painfully behind her and bound with thick leather straps.
Holding her down with one hand, the other moved to the neckline of her dress and reached inside. With one swift gesture, the garment was torn in two and she lay quivering and nearly naked in his grasp.
Her vague struggles resulted in another slap that caused the blood to spurt from her torn lip. She was quiet as he tore off the rest of her clothing.
His hands were big, rough, calloused and they moved quickly up and down the surface of her golden, tanned body. Valerie felt him thrust one savage hand deep into her cunt and she wondered what other cruel tortures he had in mind for her. As she felt his hand reach up to claw her quivering, fragrant globes, she knew she wouldn't have to wait long to find out...
CHAPTER ONE
Valerie Jones moved through the crowded lobby at Bloomingdale's, stopping to admire the sensuous red lipsticks and the gleaming, enamel nail polishes. She was a beautiful woman and enjoyed adorning her tall, exquisite body, with its high, full tits, or putting expensive cosmetics on her lovely face, with its wide blue-green eyes, pert nose and full, sensual lips.
As she moved on to the perfume counter and sprayed some Chanel Number Five at the base of her deeply tanned, elegant throat, she glanced up at the clock. It was almost two; her lunch hour was over and she hurried back to her Park Avenue office, where she was a very well paid secretary to a high-ranking lawyer.
Her long, tapering legs, in their expensive snake-skin shoes moved quickly across Lexington, then over to Sixtieth and West, to Park. Her boss, Mr. Eldridge, liked her, but she still didn't like to be late. In fact, she often thought that he liked her a little bit too much. She had watched his eyes travel down her body and linger at her chest where the full breasts began to swell upwards, or down at her legs, following their long, curved lines with greed and lust. He was attractive enough, but married and Valerie had been a poor girl for too long to bother with that.
She considered herself lucky to have found her present job, not only because it paid well, but because it afforded her the chance to meet many eligible and rich men. She intended to marry one of them and so be assured a life of ease and comfort. She was a beauty and she knew it; she wanted to use her lovely body and sexy face in the best manner possible.
As she rode up to the twentieth story in the elevator, she ran into Burt, who worked as a clerk in her office.
"Hello, Valerie."
"Hi."
"Have a nice lunch?"
"Fine." She knew the oaf was trying to make conversation and she knew, too, that his eyes burned with desire as he looked upon her low cut white crepe shirt and her narrow wheat colored linen skirt, with the long sexy slit up the side. Burt was cute, with his curly hair and warm smile, but he was a nothing, who was going nowhere. Valerie knew that she had to be very selective about who she spent her time with. If the other lawyers at her firm thought that she was cheap, it would ruin her chances.
"Say, Valerie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?"
"Sorry, I'm busy," she lied.
"How about Friday then?"
"Busy then too."
Burt just fell silent as he looked away. His mind though, raced busily along.
'The haughty bitch,' he thought, 'she's so stuck up! Who does she think she is, the Queen of Sheba or something?'
I'd show her a hot fucking thing or two. I why the snotty cunt won't give me a tumble! She doesn't like my job, the greedy little slut! I've seen her kissing the asses of some of those moronic lawyers, just because she can get a fancy dinner at some overpriced, snobby joint. If she went out with me, once, just once, I'd show her that money has nothing to do with being a man!!
Valerie looked away for the rest of the ride and as she stepped out of the elevator, she didn't even give him a backward glance. He stood there, watching her shapely ass wiggle away from him, his mind repeating, 'Bitch, bitch, bitch,' in time to her seductive walk.
Back at her desk, she put her things away and went in to see if her boss wanted anything from her.
Blair Eldridge was, at forty-two, a very handsome man. Lots of jogging and tennis kept his body lean, youthful and hard. Expensive clothing covered that sleek, muscular torso. Summers, he spent long week-ends in the Hamptons with his wife and two kids, so on this July day, deeply tanned face smiled up handsome and appealing, at Valerie when she stepped into his plush office.
She noticed his attentive glance, taking all of her supple young form in at a glance, looking at the low-cut blouse, and resting on her crotch. She grew uncomfortable and cleared her throat. "Was there anything that you needed, Mr. Eldridge?" she asked nervously.
"Yes, I want you to take a letter for me, Miss Jones," he responded, so that she went back outside to get her steno pad and pencil. Then she returned to his office, careful to leave the door ajar and sat down beside his desk. Mr. Eldridge cleared his throat and walked around the office a few times before he began the dictation.
"Dear Sirs, it has come to my attention..." his voice droned on and on, the usual business letter. As he spoke, his eyes returned to her body, noticing with pleasure the way that her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs, revealing the top of her tanned thigh and showing off her slender, pretty ankles in the high-heeled shoes. It seemed to Valerie that he was unusually verbose in this particular letter; she knew him to be a man of elegant and articulate prose and she wondered why he was taking so long in getting to the point.
Her pencil continued its progress along the lined paper, writing the words.
"Shut the door. Your legs are driving me crazy and I have to touch them!" Valerie's eyes opened wide when she read those words. She was shocked.
Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Eldridge crossed the room and closed the door softly.
"Mr. Eldridge, I'm..." she faltered.
"Blair, call me Blair," he said, coming over to her and taking her lovely face in his hands as he stooped to kiss her trembling lips.
"No, no, it's wrong. You're my boss!"
"And you're a gorgeous woman that I want to make love to!"
"But your wife..."
"I don't want you to make love to her. Just to me!"
"Mr. Eldridge!"
"Blair!" he corrected, moving his hands through her long, silky ash blonde hair. The slow caress was making her blood begin to seethe and boil and she fought the desire that welled up in her veins.
"I don't want this!" she said, getting up quickly, but his arms around her shoulders stopped her from moving. He drew her to him and kissed her deeply, his hands finding the opening of the blouse and starting to caress the soft, warm flesh that quivered so enticingly beneath his fingers.
"No, no..." she said weakly, but her arms had come up around his body and she felt the shock of desire as he pressed his taut chest against her.
His hands slid under her skirt, seeking the soft furry place between her legs, but she pulled away and went over to the window, shaking and struggling to regain her composure.
"Mr. Eldridge, I have really enjoyed working for you. You are a nice man and very considerate towards me. But I can't do this, I just can't no matter how much it might please me!" said Valerie, hoping to fend him off, but also to flatter him, for her job was important to her and she didn't want to lose it.
He picked up on her words instantly. "Would it please you, would it?" and he crossed the room and stood before the trembling woman.
"Don't deny yourself then -- and don't deny me. I can help you a lot in this office, Valerie... you don't want to be a secretary for the rest of your life, do you?" he said coaxingly.
"No, I don't," she said, beginning to understand the meaning of his words. She stood there, thinking hard. His hands moved back to her body and caressed the firm melons of her ass. She made no move to stop him, not even as they slid up underneath her skirt and pushed the white nylon of her panties away from her moist crotch.
She understood that although he couldn't marry her, there were many other things that he might be able to do for her. He was well-liked and well-respected in the firm and his influence was extensive.
Her mind dulled and heated; it was hard to think when his hand was sliding around her pussy with a teasing slowness, just barely brushing the lips. She felt his erection growing against her thigh as he pressed his body into hers.
Maybe he would give her a raise, or promote her to some better position... His finger had slid between the glistening petals of her cunt and probed them gently.
"Oooh, Mr. Eldridge!" she sighed and leaned against him, her mouth open, waiting for his kiss.
It was not long in coming. He bent down over her and sucked her full lips between his own and then drove his tongue into her mouth, darting and exploratory. She kissed him back with full passion now, enjoying the way his masterful lips seemed to suck all the breath out of her, leaving her weak and gasping.
"Come over here to the couch," he murmured, stopping only to lock the door. She did as he told her, seating herself on the wide, soft cushions as he came and sat down beside her.
His hands fumbled for a moment with her blouse and then finally succeeded in pulling it off. Her skit was next and was tossed to a crinkled mass on the floor beside them. She leaned over to undo her shoes, but he whispered, "No don't take them off."
His hands moved up the surface of her graceful bare legs, tracing their long tapering lines with the tips of his fingers. They stopped when they reached her white nylon panties. She raised her body so that he could strip them off, but to her surprise, he put two strong hands around the elastic of each thigh and pulled very hard. The panties tore in an instant.
"Ssh," he said, stopping her protest with kisses, "I'll buy you new ones, dozens of them!" and his hands began to explore her silky blonde twat.
They reluctantly drew away from it only to unhook her bra and reveal the white breasts, startling and glowing against the deeply tanned skin. The nipples were a pale tan and grew hard as his eager tongue bent to lick them.
"Touch my cock!" he commanded softly and Valerie moved her hands to his fly, where his mammoth erection was already straining against the summer fabric of his pants.
Quickly she unzipped him and pulled out the long, stiff pole. Her slender, long fingers toyed with the shaft and tugged gently on the fat balls in their furry nest of pubic hair. He pulled away from her long enough to strip off his clothing and then his greedy hands returned to her waiting body.
He got down next to her and started to kiss her golden throat. His mouth was harsh and rough, leaving angry red marks to indicate its travels. He moved down to her tits and she gasped with pleasure as his tongue darted over her hot nipples, wickedly flicking it and lashing it.
His hands kneaded the white fruits and his teeth continued to bite and chew. Valerie moaned and tried to bring one of his hands down to the flaming patch of her pussy.
He wanted to tease her though and refused to grant her the release she sought. His hands tickled her lovely golden belly, its few hairs bleached to a pale blond. He explored the inner thighs and the white globes of her ass before he allowed his fingers to casually brush against her sopping pit.
"Please, please, touch me!" she implored.
"Where?" he asked innocently.
"You know!"
"I don't!"
"Between my legs!"
"Here?" he asked, as his hands, slid between her knees and stayed there.
"No, no!"
"Where then?"
"In my... crotch!"
"Where in your crotch?"
"My cunt! Please!"
He moved his fingers swiftly and stroked the woman's slippery hot mound whose juices were already seeping and staining the couch below her. One hand tickled the lips and began to probe the secret, inner hole.
Valerie sighed and started to bite his neck and chest.
"Oh, so you want it rough, do you?" he asked and began to bite her skin in earnest. Raised welts began to appear as his teeth bruised their way along her smooth, delicate flesh.
"Yes, yes," she muttered and grabbed the aching cock with a new frenzy. As his fingers moved in and out of her pussy, her lovely hands slid over the surface of the enlarged prick.
"Suck me, suck me bitch!" he crooned and positioned himself so that her face was against his crotch and his own mouth could have easy access to her soft bushy cunt.
She moaned loudly as his tongue slid tentatively between the glistening cunt lips, and then she gasped as he parted her thighs and dove in. His tongue raced through the golden forest between her legs and was quick in finding the glowing bud of her clit, that was aching to flower and blossom underneath his experienced tongue.
He drew the little red jewel between his teeth, while his index finger, a small dick, pushed its way in and out of her quivering tunnel.
She used her hands to bring the stiff shaft to her lips and coated it with her sweet, sticky saliva. Rolling it between her palms, she sucked on the tip, that seemed to grow larger and more swollen with each passing second.
She drew him deep into her mouth, so that only the merest base was uncovered. She began to move her head, gently at first and then with increasing frenzy, up and down, along the rigid shaft.
He groaned and pressed himself closer to her, wanting his entire throbbing dick to be covered by the warm ripe mouth of the woman who sucked him.
Their moans grew louder as the passion intensified. It was only with great effort that he pulled himself away and flipped Valerie over onto her stomach.
His hands took his prick and guided in towards the entrance to her pink pussy that showed tantalizingly from between the white parted cheeks of her ass.
Pressing the tip against the saucy slit, he grabbed her ass and shoved hard. In one, deep, sudden movement, he was inside of her, ramming his stiff cock into her wet and hungry cunt.
"Yes, yes!" she panted, as he rocked sensuously around for a moment and then began the long, driving thrusts, that left both of them shuddering with pleasure.
Harder and harder he fucked her, as his hands reached up and under her, each one grabbing swollen, pulsating tit and beginning to rub the soft flesh.
Her own hands were convulsively grabbing onto one of the pillows from the couch; luckily it was made of a strong, durable fabric, or she would have torn it in no time.
Her moans increased as his thrusts grew more powerful, more daring. He loved to watch the thick meat sink between those shimmering globes and return again, still huge and throbbing.
His hands slid down from her tits and sought the sopping pussy that hugged his cock so lovingly. Reaching down and parting the soft fur, he felt for the knob of the clit.
Even without seeing it, his fingers grasped the swollen, red little button easily and pulled on it furiously.
"Oh God, you're killing me!" she sobbed softly and his hands kept up with their frantic pace.
He had her thrashing around on the couch, a lovely golden fish out of water who writhed and shook at his every touch. He tweaked her clit and rubbed it as hard as he could, as if he sought to rub it right back into her body.
His crazy, circling movements had Valerie in a frenzy. She arched her back and her pussy muscles tensed and clamped down on his prick, as she felt her orgasm, swooping down, like a flight of birds. "AAHHH!!!" she screamed and he quickly put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.
Several other people looked up from their work and someone smiled.
His own orgasm followed quickly. The intensity of her writhing form seemed to draw it from him and he heaved and bucked, like some wildly thrashing beast, as he shot his steaming wad of come deep within her still shuddering body.
He remained inside of her for a long time, enjoying the warmth her body afforded him. His hands rubbed her gently curved back and played with her silky hair. Valerie was still lying face downward on the couch, her whole body heaving as she struggled for breath. Gradually, she relaxed and began to breath more easily.
Mr. Eldridge removed his cock from her and liked the rush of juices, his and hers, that dribbled from her open cunt. He gently stroked her ass, until finally she turned over.
"You were fantastic," he whispered.
"So were you."
"You won't be sorry, Valerie."
"I'm not worried," she said, sitting up. It was true; his passion, now spent, had calmed and soothed her. 'Sex,' she reflected, 'was much better than a drink!'
Valerie dressed and discarded her torn panties in the waste basket that stood by the side of her boss's desk. Smoothing her flushed cheeks, she slipped out of his office and headed towards the ladies room, where she could wash her face and comb her tousled hair.
She moved quickly and didn't notice Burt's hostile gaze following her. He had noticed that she had gone into Eldridge's office and grew suspicious as the time passed and she didn't come out. Now, when he saw her stealing off, so red and guilty looking, he knew what she had been up to.
His thoughts were confirmed when he noticed Mr. Eldridge himself emerge a moment later. His tie had been hastily tied and his hair was a mess. His cheeks were very red and his eyes unusually bright.
He moved off in the direction of the men's room and left the door to his office slightly ajar. Making sure that no one was watching, Burt quickly stepped in to the office.
He glanced around and saw the large wet stain on the couch, then he looked on the floor and picked up the pad, with its odd letter. He tore off the sheet, folded it up and slipped it carefully into his pocket... Taking a final look around, his eyes happened to look down and into the waste basket. He smiled when he saw them and a moment later, he drew them out. The panties were shredded and torn; their crotch was still wet with the dew of her passion. He couldn't help putting them to his face and sniffing deeply for a moment; the aroma was wonderful, musky and sweet at the same time, very intimate and exciting. He decided to keep them too and slipped them into his pocket.
With the same care, he came out of the office and went unobserved, back to his own desk. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, but the fates had delivered into his all too willing hands a very powerful weapon for revenge.
He looked up and saw that Valerie had finished in the bathroom. Her hair had been combed and her lovely lips had a new, gleaming coat of lipstick. He looked at her for a long moment and smiled an evil smile.
Valerie saw his look and his smile. She didn't know what they meant, but they filled her with deep misgivings. Despite the heat of the day, the warmth of her blood engendered by her recent activity, she shivered. She didn't like Burt and didn't trust him. She toyed with the idea of mentioning this to Mr. Eldridge and made a silent vow to keep out of Burt's way.
Then, not looking at him, she went back to her desk and resumed her tasks. Burt smiled again, to himself. The haughty cunt! He would teach her a thing or two!
CHAPTER TWO
One hot afternoon, about a week later, Valerie waited on the corner of Park and Fifty-Ninth streets for Blair to come around the corner. True to his promise, he was going to buy her some new panties to replace the ones he had torn the week before. His only stipulation had been that he could go with her and help pick them out. Valerie's body heated with the idea.
She tapped her foot as she waited, peering anxiously down the street for the sight of his tall, handsome form. Soon enough, it came into sight and they kissed for a long moment. Surreptitiously, he reached for her tits, tempting him in their pale, peach cotton covering that set her golden skin glowing. She shuddered as he fondled her and then they moved down the street together and reached the store some minutes later.
It was crowded, as it always was at this time of day and they moved their way past the throngs of people downstairs, to the lingerie level. It was cool and it appeared to be slightly darker than the rest of the place, or perhaps Valerie was imagining it.
They moved in and out of the erotic, sensual garments, each one more beautiful and brilliantly colored than the rest. Valerie felt as if she were some reeling, drunken bee, who was making its dizzy course from fragrant flower to flower.
Her eye was caught by an exquisite red satin gown. It was long and only had one strap, so that she could easily imagine the other shoulder and arm naked, with nothing to cover it. Her eyes met his in a long, smiling look.
"Take it and try it on," he said approvingly.
She drifted her way through the Dior nightgowns, pale and virginal, edged with frilly lace and ribboned borders. Her eyes fixed on a long, simple gown of sheer blue, thin enough to be completely transparent. It went on her arm along with the red one.
Then, she moved on, looking for the garments that had actually inspired this little shopping jaunt panties. There were so many different pairs that her head began to reel. Blair chose a pair of very sexy black ones, held together by the merest wisp of ribbon and said, "I'll have to fight very hard with myself not to rip these off you!" and she giggled. He then selected a red satin pair that matched the gown. It came with a red satin camisole too and Blair wanted her to try on all three of the seductive garments.
His eye was caught by a black lace garter belt that was trimmed with red satin ribbon. He had the saleswoman show it to them and they measured Valerie's tiny waist to see what size she needed. She had to lift up her blouse a little bit to do it and he was given a peek at her trim, tanned flesh as the tape-measure wrapped its way around her.
The saleswoman said that the garter-belt would be nice with some stockings and she showed them a pure silk pair, that had very provocative seams all the way up the back.
Deciding that she had enough things for the moment, Valerie looked around for a dressing room, where she might sample the lovely under things. Seeing the sign, she moved off. Blair followed.
She was about to tell him to wait out there for her, when he piped up: "Excuse me, Miss, but I'm here with my wife to buy her a little birthday gift and I was wondering if I might go into the dressing room with her to see how the things look."
The woman seated outside the dressing rooms looked a little shocked at his request, but when Blair took a five-dollar bill out of his wallet and quickly slipped it into her palm, she nodded her assent and simply looked, the other way when he followed Valerie into the dressing room.
The rooms were actually rather large. They contained a small, green and white chair and they all had two minors, so that a person could see the front and the back of themselves as they modeled the clothes.
They went into room number twenty-six, which was rather far down the hall and Blair locked the door behind him.
"OK, baby, why don't you give me a little fashion show?"
"OK, but you have to close your eyes until I say, 'ready'."
"Will do!" and he shut them tightly.
Valerie stripped out of her own garments and with quaking fingers, began to slip on the red panties. They fit beautifully over her perfectly molded ass, hugging the little cheeks and settling enchantingly in the crack.
The garter belt was next; it cinched in her already tiny waist, making her hips curve and swell in response and the black garters danced on her lovely thighs. She slipped on the stockings, which were a perfect fit and fastened them. The elastic became taut and pulled against her pretty legs, as it stretched down to grip the slithery sheer stuff of the stockings.
Realizing that there was no bra, she pulled on the red satin gown, loving the way it hugged the curves of her body. It was low cut into a deep V, leaving her gorgeous cleavage exposed.
"OK, you can open your eyes!" she called out gaily. Blair's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the vision before him: Valerie, excited simply by putting on the clothes, stood, her wet lips parted and her tits heaving and throbbing. She licked, her lips and ran her hands quickly through the long, unbound mane of her hair.
The double mirrors reflected her image twice and her could see the twin globes of her ass, held lovingly in the satin embrace, twitch and dance before his excited gaze.
"Well what do you think?"
"Fantastic!" and in the next moment, he had whipped out his stiffening cock.
"Blair!" she hissed, "We can't!! Not in Bloomingdale's!"
"Why not?"
"What if we get caught?"
"We won't!"
"We'll go to jail!"
"Nonsense!"
"We will!"
"I'll simply buy you all of this stuff! Valerie darling, there is no law about not fucking in Bloomingdale's! One may not steal, eat, drink or smoke, but nowhere, nowhere in this vast, retail empire, does it say that one may not fuck! Now come over here and let me get at your pussy!" and he grabbed her.
She put up a little struggle, but secretly, she loved it. What could be more forbidden and more fun, than making it in the dressing room at Bloomingdale's?
Allowing him to embrace her, her hands found his rigid pole and began to rub furiously.
"Just don't come all over this red satin! And for God's sake, don't tear the panties!"
He pulled up the nightgown to expose her beautifully clad, red satin crotch, which had charming tufts of her blonde pussy hair peeping out and grabbed the elastic of the leg holes.
"I'll by you a new pair, of panties every day! And I'll rip these off, I'll rip them all off!" and with those words, the fifteen dollar red satin garment was ripped in two and flung aside.
"Blair!" she breathed, loving every minute it.
His hands ran up and down her legs in their silky casings and occasionally touched her wet little box.
She turned and helped him out of his three piece summer suit, heedless of how her careless handling was wrinkling the garments. She was a pussy on fire and she wanted the deep, hot satisfaction of penetration by his glorious tool.
Whirling her around so that she faced away from him, he began to fondle her tits through the seductive red satin of her night dress. In the long mirror, he could see her nipples stiffen and grow hard as his tense, insistent fingers rubbed and pulled.
The satin hissed and whispered their passion, making odd, almost human noises as he caressed her arched body through it.
In the mirror, he was able to watch the progress of his own hands as he touched her, enjoying how large and powerful they were. Although Val's tits were huge, one hand could cover one of those quivering jugs. He loved to watch her face, too, as it grimaced with heated passion. As he fondled her body, her throbbing chest with the taut inflated breasts and the open, spread coral mass of her pussy, her head rolled back and her face became a mask of unadulterated lust. He loved this power over her and loved too this woman's ability to surrender herself so completely to her passion.
He watched with mounting ardor her writhing, twitching form in the mirror as her now concentrated both hands on her inflamed split, pinching the drenched lips together and attacking the red button of her clit.
Her ass wriggled against his stiff manhood, causing to it grow harder with each spasm and shudder.
He moved one hand from her cunt to her asshole, fingering the tiny pink orifice in time to his rhythm in her slick cunt. Soon, it opened, like the new flowers in the spring: shyly at first, but gradually relaxing more and more under his skilled hands.
With unexpected force, he pushed her over, so that her ass was sticking up in the air, the cheeks spread in a welcoming invitation. Her full tits hung down and he could see them swing and sway in the mirror.
Using both hands now, he stimulated her asshole, bending to kiss and lubricate it with his darting, hot tongue. She put both of her hands on the floor to steady herself, as he continued with excited probing of her anal canal.
When it was wet, slick and open, he stuck the tip of his fat prick against it. Valerie shuddered, for she had never let a man stick it there before.
"Be careful!" she urged.
The sight of his naked sweating body in the mirror aroused Blair's passions to a fevered pitch. Valerie's golden submissive form before him, his own massive spear aimed directly at her virgin asshole, he stood there in his glory, feeling like a God.
He lifted her up by the hair, so that she too was able to watch what was happening in the mirror. "Look, baby, look," he commanded softly, "I'm fucking your ass, Valerie! Fucking your sweet little cherry hole! I want you to watch, I want you to see it as my cock slides in and out of your hole. Now look!!" and he pressed into her even further, causing her to wince with the pain, but nonetheless, her eyes were riveted to the reflected image on the wall in front of them.
She was able to see the base of his cock and to watch as the amount exposed grew smaller and smaller as he slid his dick further and further into the tight, untouched canal. Tears welled up in her eyes as the enormous tool stretched and finally tore at the delicate inner tissues.
"Ah, it hurts, oh Blair, please, please stop it, you're hurting me so much!" But Blair was not about to stop, not now, when he was almost all the way into that tight, hot, hole. He gave a final shove and felt something give. A bubble of blood emerged and then burst.
Valerie was crying so hard that she could barely stand. Blair gently petted her long hair and bronzed back, but he wouldn't give up his cruel hold on her aching asshole. "Just relax, baby and it'll feel good. Don't fight it, Val. Just surrender it all to me and I'll make you feel just great!" and he started to rock his hips, shoving his dick in and out. The fit was tight and perfect. Her blood had helped ease the way and soon he was ramming it in and out with ease.
Meanwhile, unknown to either Blair or Valerie, there was someone else who was enjoying her pain. Behind the wall of the front mirror, instead of another dressing room was a small, concealed chamber. The mirror was, in fact, a two way mirror, so that behind it, stiff dick in hand, was a tall husky black security guard named Bernard Brown.
As a way of preventing crime, Bloomingdales and many other New York department stores, employed this trick of two-way mirrors. The guards would sit behind them and watch to make sure that no one was stealing the clothes he or she tried on.
The guards all traded off the chance to sit behind the magic mirrors and of course, the lingerie department was considered quite a prize. Usually, the lucky man was treated to some spectacular sights: bronze beauties stripping and parading around the small room, tits exposed and asses jiggling! Every now and then, some woman, excited by her own reflection, would masturbate in front of the mirror, in eager anticipation of her husband or lover's caress.
It was a standard joke that the floor was always slightly sticky in these chambers. Today, it would be especially so. Bernard Brown felt that he had hit the jackpot. Not only was this white chick a real knockout, but she had brought some white dude in with her! This was too good to be true! His dick was out as soon as Valerie had removed her clothes and as the couple starting fucking, he thought that he was seeing stars!
He got the rhythm from Blair and soon, his own hand was beating off his throbbing black dick in perfectly timed and measured ecstasy! He marveled at the way the seemingly tiny hole could stretch and accommodate that white tool; Bernard had to admit with admiration that the white guy's dick was big, as it shot in and out, in and out, the white girl had cried at first, but now it looked as if she was just loving it! He could see that her nipples were hard and her boobs looked as if they might burst from the whole thing. Her ass was getting all red from the stimulation and so was her face.
He was about to come, he could see his own dick swell mightily to its full seven and a half inches, as he pounded away at the big, uncircumcised head. Suddenly, though, he stopped and decided that he wanted to join them. Now was the perfect time, because the white guy had his hand over his girl's mouth so that no one would hear her moans and little yelps.
He pushed open the door with a bang, so that Blair and Valerie were confronted by the massive, six foot four figure who was wildly jerking off his own fat dick.
They were two stunned to scream; they couldn't imagine how this had happened, but although they both froze in terror, neither one made any moves to come unbound from their erotic embrace.
"Keep at it and I won't hurt you!" Bernard barked gruffly. They just stood there. "You heard me!!" he said angrily. Then Blair noticed the uniform that the man wore, with its blue cap and small badge that said, "Security".
"Just keep it up and nothing is gonna happen. Otherwise, I'll have to tell my captain. And you know," he continued, thinking of their expensive clothes, "it would be a shame if I had to call your office and tell them that you was caught fornicating in a dressing room, at Bloomingdales! It would look real stupid, now, wouldn't it?"
They realized of course that he was right; Blair tried to reach for his pants, to keep his wallet from those mean, prying eyes, but Bernard was quicker and grabbed them first.
He pulled out the wallet and read: Blair Eldridge, Attorney then he saw a picture of Blair and his wife. Looking form the picture to Valerie, he saw instantly that they were not the same woman. "Gee, Mr. Eldridge, it would be too bad if your wife found out about your little habits!" and Blair turned beet red.
"Now," continued Bernard, "why don't you continue fucking the little lady? You was doin' it real nice before. And since she ain't doin' anything with her mouth, maybe she would like to suck my dick, too!" and he laughed.
Now Valerie really began to cry, but she lifted her head to the throbbing black cock and looked at it with disgust. She was humiliated beyond belief, but she wanted to do it and get the whole terrible thing over with quickly.
Closing her long-lashed eyes so she wouldn't have to see it, she parted her lips and drew the great, black tip into her mouth.
"Mmm, that's real nice, baby! Real nice. Now go to it, you white mother fucker!" said Bernard.
Blair started jerking in and out, tentatively at first and then with mounting passion. He hated to admit it even to himself, but the sight of Valerie's head bobbing up and down on that huge black tool drove him crazy with lust and soon he was ramming it into her for all he was worth.
She was sucking up a storm, because she wanted him to come quickly. Then she felt Blair's hand between her legs and felt him open up her cunt and start to rub her still throbbing clit.
She couldn't quite believe it, but she found herself getting aroused and soon she was shoving her ass really hard into the pounding cock and her other hole was greedily sucking and devouring the black meat. The utter humiliation was turning her on, she discovered with a start! Here she was, bent over, being used by two men and loving every second of it! Her body arched crazily and she bit into Bernard's cock with renewed fury, frantically rubbing the big, black sac of his balls, with her dainty, red-nailed fingers.
The three fucked and sucked with maddening abandon and Valerie felt familiar pulsations of orgasm begin. It started in her loins and then spread to her whole body, rising up like a sudden earthquake that shook her body violently with its tremors. "OOOH! AAAHH!!!" she screamed and bit the restraining prick that filled her mouth, even enjoying the salty taste of the blood.
Her writhing spasms made her asshole contract and pinch Blair flaming spear and he came in a burning white flood that shot up into her and gushed out of her spread hole.
Watching the two of them moaning and writhing in orgasm brought Bernard's climax too and grabbing Valerie tightly by the ears, filled her mouth with his boiling come. It kept on spurting, but she managed to swallow almost all of it as it streamed out.
Unable to move, they stood locked in their positions, waiting for the shuddering to subside. When it did, they began to get dressed, unable to look at each other. Bernard went back into his little secret room and shut the door without saying a word. Blair and Valerie got dressed and took the pile of clothing with them. Silently, he brought it to the cashier and charged the entire batch of stuff on his VISA card they left the store in silence.
Before they went back to the office, though, Valerie wanted to have a drink somewhere. The strong vodka eased her throbbing temples and brought her red face back to its normal color. Blair had a couple of drinks too and then they headed back to the office.
They went in separately, Blair first and when he had closed his door, Valerie crept in too. She had already been to the ladies room to comb and paint, so she knew that she looked as if she had done nothing more strenuous during her lunch hour than grab a bite and shop for a few things at Bloomie's. The big bag was under her arm and she set it down by her desk.
Burt, though, had seen Eldridge walk in with that guilty, the-cat-ate-the-canary face and he knew that Valerie would be in moments later.
Sure enough there she was, looking guilty as anything. He didn't even look at her as she passed, but kept his eyes down, engrossed in his own work.
She sat down and opened the drawer to her desk. Although it had a lock, she rarely used it, for she kept nothing of value in that drawer. Today, as she opened it, she saw a note in an envelope that said only 'Valerie'.
Smiling, she tore it open. She assumed that is was from Blair, who liked to surprise her; only yesterday he had sent her twelve long-stemmed roses with a card that said, "From a secret admirer".
Her shock and disbelief, then, were understandable when she read the printed words: "I know about you, bitch. I know that you're fucking Eldridge and I'll see to it that his wife finds out if you don't behave and do what I ask. And don't try to tell him, either. I already have a date with his wife on Thursday and once she hears about it, you'll be out on your ass, without or the prospect of getting another one! Just wait for further instructions, bitch and keep your trap shut!"
Valerie had to fight not to throw up as she read the note. Who could have sent such a vile thing to her? What an outrage! She shook and trembled with fear and disgust.
Walking over to the water fountain for a cooling drink, she tried to be calm. She realized that it might have been Burt, but it was hard to be sure. There were other men in the office whom she had rebuffed and snubbed and his rage could have found an outlet in this sort of twisted and perverted joke. She pinched her arms to keep from shaking.
She looked at the note again when she sat back down at her desk. It had been typed on plain white paper, so there was nothing that gave it away. Moreover, it had contained some threat, some promise whose full horror had not, been revealed yet. She had wait, in this agony of suspense, to find out exactly what this terrible person wanted to do to her.
She was afraid to tell Blair, for she knew him to be very fond of his wife. He might cheat on her behind her back, but her would never, never leave her, nor their two kids, to whom he was very devoted. No, Valerie knew that if this thing ever leaked out, it would cost her this job. Blair would be very sorry, she knew, but his wife's wishes would come first. She could only wait until the vile person revealed himself and his vile plans.
Then, a new thought struck her. Perhaps it wasn't a man at all! Perhaps the foul thing was by the hand of some woman! Valerie knew that there were many women in the office who had crushes on Blair Eldridge, women who had been there longer than she had and who might resent the fact that she, so young and new, had snapped up this prize right from under their greedy faces.
It could have been Suzanna, the very fiery-tempered woman whose sharp, stinging had tired to insult Valerie many times. Or it could have been Jane, who seemed so quiet on the surface, but who was really a vixen underneath her cool exterior.
All of this awful speculation had made Valerie's head throb and pound all over again and she wished she could sneak out for another drink. Instead, she fumbled through her purse, in search of aspirin.
Walking quickly to the ladies room, she swallowed the pills and pressed her hot, aching face against the cool, blue tiles. Without even realizing it, she burst into loud, wrenching sobs.
Just then the door opened and in walked a new young file clerk named Betty. She hadn't been there very long and Valerie doubted that the woman would have had any cause to want to harm her.
Betty looked in shocked surprise at the sobbing woman and instinctively put her arms around her. "Why, whatever is wrong, Valerie?" she asked in a voice filled with concern, out Valerie only cried harder. Betty made soothing noises and finally, Valerie was able to calm herself a little bit and mumble something about her mother being very, very sick.
Betty patted her in sympathy and helped her wash her face and reapply her streaked make-up. "Look what I have here, Valerie," she said, holding up a joint.
Without waiting for a reply, she took out a light and pushed Valerie into one of the stalls. Lighting the joint, she inhaled deeply and passed it on to the other woman. Valerie drew a deep breath and felt the stuff begin to relax her almost instantly.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged, serene and floating. She felt much, much better. She couldn't be upset about anything now. She moved through the office as if in a dream and even coming face to face with Burt couldn't shake her now. Instead of looking away as she usually did, she looked deep into his eyes and smiled an angelic, trusting smile. "Hello there, Burt. How are you today?"
Burt was rather stunned; he could only surmise that perhaps he had been wrong about her all along, perhaps she had only been playing hard to get, but she was ready to give that up now. He figured that she must have gotten the note by now, but she didn't seem to be in the least bit upset.
He looked at her now, regarding her sweet smile and soft eyes with surprise. "I'm fine," he answered her shyly.
"That's wonderful, wonderful wonderful!" she said with a tinkly little laugh and drifted down the hall, leaving him to stare in perplexed wonder after her.
CHAPTER THREE
Valerie received no more notes that day, nor the next, nor the day after that. She grew calmer, wanting to believe that whoever had done such a thing that amused him or herself all he needed and now, the whole sordid thing would be over.
She felt she could relax.
She did, however try to be a little bit more circumspect about Blair. She refused now, to fuck in the middle of the day and insisted that they both arrange to stay late, or that he sneak over to her place late at night and then steal away before dawn.
She was a little bit more reserved in her lovemaking these days too; she was very shocked to find out just how low she could sink and it scared her more than a little. When Burt called her a haughty bitch, he was not too far from wrong. Valerie had been poor, very poor and she was never able to forget that. As if to deny her squalid past, she cultivated the air of a cold, icy bitch. She knew that she was a real beauty and she wanted to use that beauty for some purpose, to some ends higher than simply pleasure for its own sake. She was used to men who could do things for her, buy her gifts, or find her jobs. Although she thought Blair was handsome, sexy and a great fuck, she never would have let him touch her if he hadn't been her boss.
She was a woman who wanted men to bow and cater to her, to put her on a pedestal and be prepared to worship. The afternoon at Bloomingdale's was the first time she had truly let anyone dominate her and she had made Blair pay for it in other ways.
He was as good as his word. He had managed to get her a raise and there was talk of a promotion. He had bought her, in addition to the lovely lingerie, two beautiful new dresses, an expensive bottle of perfume and an antique ivory bracelet that looked beautiful against her thin, tanned wrist.
She wouldn't let him control her sexually either. He noticed the change and it only made him hotter. He loved her for it, for making him sweat and suffer and beg, because he knew that one day he would dominate her totally and on that day, his revenge would be sweet indeed. So, for the meantime, he put up with with her bad temper and her haughty ways and he indulged her whims, letting her decide when and how they would have sex.
One sizzling July night, they both stayed late at the office and enjoyed a heated fuck in the icy cool of his air-conditioned office. Afterwards, he gave her money for the taxi back to her apartment, but for some odd reason, she decided to walk.
Once outside, she was glad of her decision. The night was smoldering with a strange burning sensuality that only New York on a summer night can have. The stars were out and Valerie walked unhurriedly along the deserted streets, listening to the click! click! of her high-heels on the empty pavement.
Traffic was light and she didn't see very many cars out that night, so when one stopped, she noticed it right away. There was a very tall, lean, blond man in the car, with wispy hair and steely eyes that glinted even in the distance.
He waited for her to reach the car and when she was parallel to it on the sidewalk, he stuck his head out. There was a cowboy hat on it. He said nothing, but she could feel that he was undressing her with his eyes. Oddly enough, she felt no fear, only curiosity.
She looked at him, too, her eyes as blank as water, but said nothing. Then she continued on her way. After she had walked for another three or four, blocks, the car started again, slowly driving past her by a few blocks and then waiting.
She thought him very arrogant, this cowboy, but sure enough, she found her body stopping again in front of the car, not saying anything, just looking.
They stared at one another like two cats across an open field, not saying anything, just watching and waiting. She drew a little closer this time, but at the last minute, she changed her mind and hurried along the dark street.
The little charade continued. He waited a few minutes, then drove on ahead slowly and parked a few blocks ahead of her, waiting for her to catch up to him. The ritual of courtship it seemed, was slow.
This time, interest and curiosity aroused, Valerie walked right up to the open window of the car. The man was leaning on one long, sinewy arm, gazing up at her beautiful face in the light from the street lamp.
"Get in," he said curtly. Valerie stood there dumbly, not saying anything. "Get in," he repeated and this time, she watched, as if outside of herself, how her arm reached over and pulled the handle. The door swung open and she climbed into the car.
He drove quietly and at an even, steady, pace, as if not wanting to disturb the peace of the streets around them. Valerie thought she must be mad, getting into a car with a total stranger in the middle of the night in New York City and yet she felt no terror, rib fear. She waited calm and docile, for this man, this beautiful stranger with the glinting cold eyes, to decide what he was going to do with her next.
As he drove along, one hand slid from the steering wheel and moved slowly, without urgency, towards her leg. She didn't move, not even when his hard, long fingers made contact with her thigh.
Pushing the fabric of the thin, polished cotton dress she wore away, his hand began to slowly and artfully caress the soft, buttery skin of her inner thigh.
A sudden intake of breath revealed her passion, but still, she said nothing. His hand had her hypnotized, tracing smaller and smaller circles around the surface of her leg, getting closer and closer to the spreading moisture that was emanating from her cunt.
She leaned her head back on the vinyl seat, feeling her neck stick to the hot surface. Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to the feelings that, rose and broke, like shuddering waves on the shore of her body.
He stopped the car. Valerie opened her eyes, not recognizing where she was for a moment or two. She got the sense of water and saw the long piers that extended out into the swirling oily waters of the Hudson River.
Fear suddenly overwhelmed her and her teeth began to chatter from the uncontrollable shaking of her body. He was going to kill her, she knew it. He would split her skull, or slit her long, brown throat and dump her mutilated carcass in the river. It would be days before they found her...
"Get out of the car," he said, breaking into her thoughts. She obeyed and he took her arm and led her across the deserted street. They stopped in front of a huge truck. He fiddled with the lock for some minutes, using some tools that she didn't recognize. It gave and he shoved her inside with such force that she fell to her feet.
He closed the door behind him and Valerie tried to adjust her eyes to the pitch black around her. He was quicker to adapt, though and before she knew what was happening, he had come suddenly behind her and pinned her arms behind her back.
Startled, she tried to break loose, but he was strong and gripped her with hands like a cruel vise. Close to her ear, he hissed, "Just keep your mouth shut, bitch and everything will hurt a little, but Christ, you know you wanted it, or you never would have gotten into the car with me!"
His voice was dripping with contempt, "You are my slave for tonight, get it? Slave, baby, slave and I am the master. Now open up those sweet lips and say it." Valerie heard her own voice, sound strange and disembodied, "Master," she repeated hoarsely, "Master."
"That's good, very good," he crooned and flipped on a flashlight. "Now slave-bitch, strip for me!"
Looking at his icy eyes and lips that seemed to snarl, Valerie trembled; whether it was fear, or anticipation, she wasn't sure. She reached around and unzipped her dress slowly and then turned her back to him. Wiggling her ass, she shook her golden form out of the pale cotton dress, so that she stood before him in her bra and slip. Back still towards him, she unhooked the back and pulled it from her.
Turning around, she kept one hand over each nipple, so that although the milky white globes were revealed, the nipples remained hidden, the secret jewels dancing before thee man's rapt gaze.
Slowly drawing her hands away from her body, she showed him her nipples. His eyes seemed to bum right through her flesh and she felt her nipples growing rigid just by his looking at them.
Her slip was next, sliding off her body with ease and grace, leaving only a pair of frilly white panties, another gift from Blair.
Slipping her hand down below the elastic, she began to finger her own hot clit, first to please him and then in earnest. Closing her eyes, she let her writhing body get carried away by the tempo set by her quickening hand, as it slid in and out of her moist crack.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp blow across her mouth, that sent her flying to the floor. Too stunned to fight back, she sat there, blood spurting from her split lip, gazing at him in horrified wonder.
"Bitch, cunt, slut," he raged "who told you that you could touch yourself? I am the master, I give the orders. You are nothing but my slave! How dare you try to pleasure yourself! I will teach you to be obedient!!"
Stripping off the thick leather belt, he brought it down with a resounding crash on her shoulders. She yelped with pain and tried to scramble away, but the truck was not all that large inside and offered her nowhere to hide. The first blow, she discovered, was only the beginning. Over and over again, the thick belt rained down heavy blows on her back and shoulders.
Huge welts rose up on her skin almost instantly and the gold and white of her body became pierced with traces of her ruby blood, gleaming in the light.
She had yelled and screamed the first few times, but the door of the truck was very thick and the street empty anyway, so it was useless. Then, it seemed that it drained her strength too much to cry out and could only crawl or roll along the floor, sniveling like an animal.
Suddenly, the blows stopped and Valerie was about to cry out in sheer relief, but she felt a strong hand across her broken lips.
"I'm sick of your whining, slave!" he said and twisted the fine, French cotton dress into a gag for her mouth. She struggled, but vainly and she was soon gagged, the only sounds she could emit were the little muted cries of a baby kitten, or a lamb.
Her eyes opened wide with horror when she saw him approach her with a ball of thick, scratchy rope. She bolted in terror, but there was nowhere to escape to and she got a furious smack across the ear that left her head ringing, long after the blow was over.
Taking the thick, cruel rope, he expertly bound her flailing arms tightly behind her back. The position strained her neck, back and shoulders and her whole upper body was twisted into a mass of unending pain.
Dragging her by her still unbound feet across the rough surface of the floor, he pulled her over to where a long thick rod was suspended across the width of the the truck.
Yanking her up, he pulled her bound hands, stiff from lack of blood, up above her head and tightly bound them to the pole. It was placed fairly up, so that her whole body was forced into a tense and unnatural position. Her toes barely grazed the floor, her back was arched and her tits jutted out, looking warm and inviting.
It was then and only then, that he himself undressed. She could see the lean, yet muscular torso and the sparse blond hair that covered his chest and legs and arms and other parts of his body. His big dick was already stiff as he stepped out of his skin tight jeans and it stood out in front of him, like an angry red banner of lust.
Putting the belt down, he came towards her and slowly began to caress her body. Despite the beating she had received she still began to get aroused as his hands slid over her hips and flat stomach.
His mouth moved towards her jutting tits and catching a stiff nipple between his teeth, he started to chew. Valerie was amazed that her body could still feel pleasure, for she was bruised and aching and her odd position helped to intensify the pain she was feeling.
Yet, to her great surprise, her nipples tingled from his lips and her pussy grew damp in anticipation.
Rubbing a hand between her moist slit, he chuckled, more to himself than to her. "So, you dig it when it hurts, don't you? Yeah, yeah, you all do. Screaming and hollering, but creaming all the same!" and then he laughed out loud.
As he fondled her slippery cunt, his hands reached again for the belt. She started shaking her head from side to side, frantically, as if that might save her.
It didn't. Growing impatient, he grabbed his shirt and formed a blind fold from it, which he fastened over her eyes. "Stop struggling!" he commanded, "Your eyes say no, but your pussy knows what it wants!"
Now, Valerie could not see what evil tortures he was planning for her. She tossed and writhed, but it only brought new, shooting pains to her already tortured back and arms.
She didn't hear him for a moment and she grew terrified that he might just decide to leave her. Then, she felt the cruel but by now familiar crack of the belt as it descended upon her nearly naked, defenseless form.
She was still wearing the panties she had had on earlier, but a smart crack of the belt turned them into a bloody, tattered mass of lace that slipped to the floor. He continued to beat, the strokes now long, hard, measured, slow, turning her white buttocks into a network of the heartless attack. She felt the stiff organ as it the cheeks of her ass. He finally tossed it to the floor and hurled himself onto her savagely, using his hands to strike and beat her now.
He pulled on her nipples and bit her flesh hard enough to draw forth her salty red blood. His nails scratched and scraped against the smooth flesh, leaving their own brand of vicious tracks to mark their progress.
Valerie wished only that she could be numb, or unconscious and therefore impervious to hot red. The belt occasionally danced between occasionally brushed against her leg and was aware of the strange heat that seemed to emanate. As if he had read her thoughts, he now said, "OK, bitch, so you want it now, do you? You want a stiff dick somewhere, in one of those juicy holes, do you?" Valerie could only nod weakly, a truly pitiful gesture. He burst out into a long, low, laugh.
Again, he was silent and then she felt him loosen the ties that had kept her so cruelly suspended from the pole. He did however, leave her hands tied together.
Her arms felt numb and she longed to try and move them, but she dared not. Instead, she stood dumbly waiting for his next instructions.
"Good slave!" he cooed, "See, you're learning now!" Tears of strange, sweet relief welled up in her bound eyes, but it was short lived.
He threw her to the floor with such brutal force that she thought he might have broken her shoulder. Intense, searing pain shot through her whole left side and she crawled around painfully for a moment or two.
Then, she felt him kick her. Either he had never removed them, or he had put them back on, but in any case, the sharp, pointed toes of his cowboy boots were digging fierce little holes into her soft middle and juicy buttocks.
She could only grunt her pain, doubled over and rolling about on the dirty floor. Blood, sweat, tears and sawdust all mingled there in the filthy ground, she was covered with an ugly film. She felt her legs being pulled open suddenly and his steel shaft penetrated her in one furious, single thrust. She burned with the pain, but to her great shock, even after this seemingly unendurable pain and humiliation, the feel of that rigid pole buried deep within her snatch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her aching body.
He was pumping away with all his might, not caring that he was hurting or tearing her delicate flesh. She rolled and writhed with him, trying to get his rhythm, which she soon did.
Valerie didn't want him to know about the increasing pleasure, the odd delight that she was experiencing from this brutal assault. Her insides turned to wax, to molten lava, as he thrust over and over again into her ravaged pit.
She was sure he didn't realize it, but his pubic bone was grinding away at her clit, almost as if it was trying to mash it to a pulp. The combination of pleasure and pain was unbelievable. She could no longer tell where one sensation left off and the other began.
His arms, long powerful, reached around her body, holding her so tightly that with her bound mouth, she could barely breath. Was it the lack of air that was making her feel so dizzy, or the strange, choking passion that she felt? She neither knew, nor cared, she only wished that this might never, never end.
He was pumping harder and harder, as his fingers found their way to her asshole. By, this time, her pussy was so wet that it had leaked down, dribbling down to her ass crack. He slipped a forceful finger in and began to explore. Soon, another finger was added and another. Three digits worked their way in and out of that tiny hole, as the fat swollen prick was pounding in and out of her cunt.
They rolled together, no longer man and woman, but two crazed, lust-filled beasts locked in some primal act of mating. Time melted away, leaving only a sodden puddle in Valerie's brain. This was all she knew of time, this endless beating, endless throbbing, the alternating shocks of pain and pleasure and it was all that she needed to know.
His hand took rhythm from his cock and the two drove deeper and deeper into the bound, gagged creature, almost meeting in her center.
His own lust was intense, boiling. It came coursing through his veins and seemed to burn away everything in its path, so that his whole being was directed towards this, the steaming rush of fluid that would come racing from his aching loins. It was there in an instant, a great, shooting flood, hot and sticky that drenched her already drenched cunt. Her orgasm, unknown to him until that very second, followed his by the merest fraction of a second; as she felt boiling stuff leap forth from him, her own, aching tremors began and she writhed silently, tears streaming from her eyes and soaking the blindfold that covered them.
Rolling off of her, he drifted into sleep for a little while. Valerie too dazed to really sleep, remained motionless, as one in a stupor.
With a start, she realized that he was untying her. Her hands first, then her eyes and finally her mouth. She just looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking.
"Good, good slave! That was very good for a first lesson! Very, very good! You learned quickly!" he said, gathering her naked, torn flesh into his embrace, rubbing her hair as he spoke.
She noticed that he was covered with dirt and sweat and traces of her blood. "Oh Master! You're all dirty! Let me cleanse you Master! Let me clean away all of this nasty, nasty dirt!" she said and began to lick him.
He stretched out on the floor, delighting in the feeling of her tongue as it covered every inch of his flesh. She licked down between his toes, taking each one in her mouth, sucking it lovingly. Her lips traveled up the length of his body, tongue darting everywhere.
She licked his cock and balls, stuck her pert little tongue into his belly-button even drove her tongue into his asshole and licked it for a long long time.
Dawn was just beginning to break as rather pale, from the silent cavernous truck. He got in the car and waited for her to get in along side of him. She did.
"I'll take you home now."
Valerie gave him her address and they rode in silence, as they watched the sun begin to streak the sky with pink. As he pulled up to the curb in front of her building, her scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"This is my number. Call me if you want to. Just say 'slave' on the phone and I'll know who it is..." he said, pressing the small bit of paper into her hand.
She didn't look at it and she was silent for a few minutes. Then, looking deeply into that glance that was like a winter sea, she said simply, "Good-bye."
"Good-bye," he answered, "I'll be hearing from you."
Without another word, she let herself out of the car and went upstairs to her apartment. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was about six.
Quickly, she stripped off her clothing and went to the mirror. The sight she beheld made her go to the bathroom and puke. A bruised, bleeding woman, her face pale and her eyes black with shadows stared back at her from the polished glass surface.
She turned and got into a steaming shower that eased her aching body and seemed to soothe her troubled mind. Washing her flesh tenderly, she began to relax a little.
She had breakfast sitting in the small kitchen of her West Side apartment, liking the taste, of the whole wheat toast, butter and honey.
At nine-thirty, after an unhurried look at the paper, she called the office, to say that she was sick and didn't think she would be in for a few days. Blair called her right away and asked her if she needed anything. She said no, but a big basket of fresh fruit arrived later on in the day.
Valerie still had not looked at the piece of paper that he had given her. It was folded into a tiny square which she had put in the top drawer of her dresser. Even though she had buried it beneath a pile of slips and panties, it burned a hole in her memory as if it were a glowing coal that she had sat on.
She got into bed and pulled the covers up around her. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. Just before she drifted off, she had a sudden, chilling realization. It had been gnawing at her all morning, but now she was able to articulate it clearly and that articulation, although it occurred in the most private recesses of her brain still scared her: she knew that she had thrown up that morning not because she had been so revolted by what she had seen, but because it had turned her on.
She didn't want to admit to a thought like that. But it was true.
It turned her on.
CHAPTER FOUR
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