My Own Private Cheerleader

 

 

 

I'd always wanted my own private cheerleader, someone young, fresh, unspoiled, and innocent— but not too innocent. Someone who would maybe put up a fight, but not too much of one, someone who'd be scandalized and shocked by the things I did to her, but would secretly love it and eventually find herself overwhelmed by her own ferocious sexuality, surrendering to me with all the passion of a woman in flames, yielding to me as I quenched that fire with the hard piston of my cock plunging savagely between her legs. Someone who'd cling to me and shudder as I cried out, filling her with my hot come and teaching her the ecstasy of a woman's sexual surrender. That's what I wanted, but where was I going to find such a girl? Such a willing victim?

 

In Natalie, no doubt—sweet, young (but old enough), sensual; innocent in flesh but wise in spirit. Natalie was a girl I met on the web after she'd read one of my stories and contacted me. We struck up a correspondence, and soon I was tutoring her in the strange world of sex and sexuality, serving as her guide and mentor. She was very young and inexperienced, but after my initial reservations, she turned out to be terribly curious and eager, her tastes running towards the BDSM side of things—right up my alley . She was a young woman attracted to passion, but had never yet felt any of her own, and I quite selfishly wanted to be there when she did. Passion is something I know very well.

 

It was a weird relationship. I was used to talking about oral or anal sex, whips and rope and vibrators, and I could almost see Natalie's wide-eyed wonder at the other end as she read my words. "That's horrible!" she would say. "Tell me more!"

 

Her particular passion was bondage, women made to orgasm, women played with and forced to act like sluts. In other words, Natalie was interested in sexual submission, alternately fascinated and repelled by it. Her letters to me were filled with, "I can't believe people actually do that!" and then, "I can't stop thinking about that!" and finally, "I want that! I want someone to do that  to me!"

 

It was time to act.

 

We'd already met a couple times in person, and so she had nothing against meeting me one day after school. I told her to wear her cheerleading outfit and a coat that would cover it. Like I said, I wanted a cheerleader, that youth and innocence. The e-mail I’d received from her the night before was about a video she'd sent me of a girl being driven to orgasm by a man with a vibrator. Her e-mail said, "God! If I don’t get to do this soon, I'll go crazy!" That's what made up my mind.

 

It was a gray March afternoon and rainy, but she met me all the same. I saw her walking down the street under an umbrella, and when the wind caught the bottom of her trench coat I could see a flash of bare leg and short little skirt of magenta and gold. I hit the horn and she saw me and came trotting, ducking against the blustery rain.

 

"Hi!" she said as she slid into the warm car. "It’s freezing out! Why did you want me to wear my outfit anyhow?"

 

"Just humor me, Natalie. How are you?"

 

"Fine. Great. What did you want to see me about? What's so important?"

 

I put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. We were in an area that was part industrial, part commercial, with motels dotting the main street. I swing down a side street.

 

"Natalie, you trust me, don't you?"

 

"Sure," she said.

 

"You know I'd never hurt you?"

 

She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, I know."

 

Her coat was open and out of the corner of my eye I could see the smooth skin of her legs, the thrust of her breasts behind her cheerleader's sweater. I swung the car into the back entrance of a motel parking lot and pulled into a far corner, away from any other cars.

 

"You remember what a safe word is?" I asked her. "It's a word we use in BDSM to mean, 'Stop! I'm in trouble,' or 'I don’t want this,' or 'I don’t like what you're doing to me.' Remember? I told you about them, and I told you that we go through a lot of trouble choosing a safe word that you wouldn't use in sex play. That's why we don't use words like 'Stop' or 'don't', because sometimes in play we use those words to mean just the opposite. You remember?"

 

She was looking at me strangely now. "Yes. I remember. And you said you liked to use the person's full name, that if we were ever playing, all I had to do was say my full name and you'd stop and let me go, right?"

 

I put the car in park and left the engine idling. "Yes. That's right. And I'm glad you remembered, because it's time."

 

"Time?" she asked. "What time?"

 

I reached into my pocket and before she could react, I pulled out a length of rope. She watched stunned as I tied one end around her wrist then pushed her away and caught her opposite wrist behind her back. She didn't start fighting till I had her half-turned and was already tying off her other wrist.

 

"Gregg? What are you doing? Are you crazy? What…?"

 

A sudden squall of rain swept over the car, drumming on the roof. I finished tying her wrists and let her go. She fell back against the door, her arms behind her, her eyes wild.

 

I glared back at her. "It's time, Natalie. It's time. Time you found out what all these things you've been thinking and dreaming about are like. Time someone showed you, someone who knows how. It's time you knew, don't you think?"

 

"Think? I think you're crazy, that's what I think! What are you going to do to me?"

 

"You know your safe word. It's just like you said. All you have to do is use it and I'll stop, understand?"

 

She was half leaning back against the door, her coat partly open so I could see her chest heaving as she breathed. She started pulling at the ropes, trying to get her hands free but I'd tied her well. I wasn't fooling around. And unless I missed my guest, feeling her own helplessness was just going to get her excited. All she had to do was say her full name and I'd let her go and forget the whole thing, and she knew it. I sat there and waited for it.

 

She tugged at the ropes, her face getting red as she pulled, but she didn't say anything.

 

I waited one heartbeat, two, three, and I waited, my hands on the wheel. She moved her shoulders, tugging at the bonds, but she didn't say a word. I knew she was mine.

 

I reached over and grabbed her arm and easily dragged her away from the door. She gasped in surprise as I pulled her against me, pulled her head back and kissed her, full on the mouth.

 

She tried to yell but my lips muffled her. I held her and kissed her as she tried to struggle against me, but all her struggles did was force her coat to fall open and press those luscious tits against me. I held her face and kissed her as my hand found its way under her sweater, over the warmth of her skin and up to her breast.

 

"Stop! What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

 

She writhed and wiggled, pulled tight at the rope and tired to raise her knees to push me away. My hand closed on her breast, feeling the soft, fresh bra she wore, and the soft, heavy flesh. I kissed her and I peeled down the cup till my fingertips touched her nipple. At that she froze, going rigid in my arms, waiting.

 

My fingers traced circles around her hardening nub, feeling that margin where areola met the soft skin of her tit. She tried again to push me away by arching her back, but I held on, pressing her back in the seat. My fingers closed on her nipple.

 

"Don't!" she moaned. "Please!" but the feel of her skin inflamed me.

 

 I broke the kiss and pulled her sweater up roughly over her tits, pushed the bra down and lowered my head to suck her breast into my mouth, my tongue repeating the path my fingers had just taken, circling her areola and then lashing her erect nipple, licking her, nipping her with my teeth. Her head fell back against the seat and she shuddered.

 

A gust of raw wind slammed into the car and made it rock, but inside the heater was going full blast and we were safe and warm. Sucking her tits seemed to take all the fight out of her and when I stopped both breasts were shiny with saliva, the nipples painfully erect.

 

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked breathlessly.

 

I leaned over and put my lips against her shell-like ear. "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to tie you up and play with you and make you suck my cock till you come like a little whore, and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life!"

 

She moaned at my words and I felt her give another little shudder. I slid my hand down between her legs and pressed her skirt up against her pussy.

 

"You drive me wild, Natalie, and now I've got to have you, got to get my cock inside you and make you feel me. All the things you've dreamed about, all the things you're afraid of? We're going to do them today. I'm going to show you what it's all about, what you're capable of feeling."

 

"No," she said. "Please!" But when I kissed her again, her lips opened in shy invitation, and I felt her hot breath from her nostrils on my cheek.

 

I pushed the skirt out of the way and slid my fingers down where her tight, slick panties covered her pussy. She was warm down there and humid, and she groaned into my mouth as I traced her slit through the smooth fabric, knowing there was no way to escape, no chance of getting away. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her puffy lips and she started to breathe faster, whimpering in her throat. I pressed against her clit and she gasped and opened her mouth. Her little white teeth found a purchase in my lower lip and she bit down, telling me my fingers were driving her mad.

 

"Hot little bitch!" I hissed. "You're going to love it when I get you all tied up and eat that sweet pussy till you come in my mouth, aren't you, Natalie?"

 

"No.." she moaned, licking the spot she'd just bitten. "No, let me go, please!"

 

I was close to her, almost on top of her, my lips against her smooth skin. Her body was soft and hard at the same time, and I could feel her heart beating like a trapped rabbit, feel her skin almost twitching with excitement. I could feel the heat grow between her legs as if she were filling up with warm liquid.

 

I slid my finger up inside the leg hole of her panties, against the baby-smooth flesh there, pressing against the petals of her sex, and she moaned again, pressing her tits against me.

 

I could have sat there all day playing with her, but I needed more space, and the room was already paid for and ready.

 

I broke the kiss and let her go, and she looked at me in confusion.

 

"We're behind a motel," I said. "So we can go in the back way and no one will see us. The room's all ready, so don't give me any trouble, right, Natalie?"

 

I took her silence for agreement. Her eyes were hot as I pulled her sweater down, then got out of the car and walked around to her door. I helped her out and made her lean against the car as I straightened her clothes and buttoned her coat. Her wrists were still tied, but I didn't think anyone would notice. I took her arm and led her up the back stairs.

 

She said nothing as we walked down the hallway and I keyed the lock. I pulled her into the room and turned on the lights.

 

I'd been there earlier and set everything up. There were the toys arranged neatly on the dresser—the vibrators and dildos, the ropes and chains, the cuffs and anklets. There was brand new tube of KY jelly for lubrication, a new crop and a flogger in  case it should come to that. In the middle of the floor stood a wooden arm chair with ropes tied to the arms and feet, and the chains were already in place tied to the bed and laid neatly on the mattress.

 

It was all neat and clean, but a feeling of sexual depravity hung about the place. The plastic dildos stood up on end as if they were already hard for her, already eager to sink into that soft pussy. I'd turned the heat up earlier so it was quite warm in there, and the feeling of isolation was enhanced by the cold, miserable rain that spattered against the windows as she took in the scene.

 

"Oh my God," she said softly as she looked around. "Oh my God!"

 

"I'm going to take the rope off now so I can get your coat off. You're not going to try anything stupid, right, Natalie?"

 

But her eyes were fixed on the dildos and she didn't say a word as I untied her wrists and threw her coat on a chair. She looked so innocent and perky in her cheerleader outfit, it was hard for even me to believe the obscene things I had planned for her.

 

"Give me your wrists, Natalie," I said, and she stuck her wrists out for me, her eyes still on the sex toys. I buckled a black leather cuff set with silver steel rings around each wrist, then pulled her hands around her back again and fastened them together with a sturdy silver clip. She seemed in a trance as I went and turned down the lights, picking up a piece of rope as I returned to her.

 

"Let's get those tits out where we can see them, shall we?" I asked.

 

I tied the rope to one arm at the elbow, then passed it around the other and drew her elbows together behind her back, making her thrust her chest out. It was only when I was tying off the other arm that she seemed to recover from her trance and pay attention to what I was doing, and by that time her elbows were almost tied together behind her back.

 

"Oh, no," she breathed. "What are you doing to me?"

 

I pulled her over to the mirror so she could see. I stood behind her and leered over her shoulder like the devil himself.

 

"Look at yourself, Natalie," I whispered. "A sweet, innocent cheerleader, a high school girl. That's what everyone thinks you are, isn't it? That's what you think you should be too. But I'm here to show you that there's more to you than that. There's much more to you than that.

"You like to tease, too, don't you baby? You like it when the boys go mad for you, when they try to touch your tits and that hot little pussy, when they tell you how the beat off thinking about you and spill their come thinking about fucking sweet little Natalie. And all that time you’re teasing, you're secretly hoping one of those boys won't take your shit anymore, that one of those boys will get sick of your teasing and throw you down and take what he wants from you, paying you back for all that teasing, treating you like a whore. That's what you want too, isn't it, Natalie?"

 

"No!" she said, trying to twist away.

 

"Well let's just see," I said, lifting her sweater. "Let's just see what we have here."

 

I held her pressed back against me and lifted the bottom of her heavy sweater up over her breasts, watching her in the mirror. She looked so sweet and innocent in that cheerleader outfit with her baggy socks and white shoes, her hair pinned up on top of her head. Her bra was white too, and once I got the sweater up I filled my hands with her tits, squeezing them and pressing them together as she moaned and twisted against me.

 

"Watch!" I ordered. "Look in the mirror and watch what I do to you!"

 

She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling in my hands. I worked my thumbs down inside the cups till I could strum her nipples, then took them between my fingers and pinched softly, rolling those sensitive buds and making her gasp and try to twist away.

 

The feel and weight of her tits made me hard, and my cock was pressing right against her bound hands. I pressed it against her and she gasped, trying to pull her hands back.

 

"Feel how hard you've got me, you little tramp! That cock is all for you, baby. You caused it and now you're going to have to take care of it!"

 

"No!" she moaned. "No!"

 

I let go of her breasts and let my hands slip down her body, keeping her pressed against me. I lifted her short skirt so her panties showed and the delicious juncture of her thighs, and as my left hand held the skirt out of the way, my right hand began to stroke that hot little cunt, making her groan. She tried to lean forward and lift her leg to protect herself, but I pulled her upright.

 

"Watch!" I said. "Watch!"

 

I got my hand under the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her thighs and left them there, midway down her legs. Her little pussy was exposed, the pubic hair trimmed close, her pink lips just visible. I held her against me and let my right middle finger just slide between those soft lips, not deep, tracing a path from her clit all the way back to the bottom of her pussy and then back up again.

 

"Look at yourself, you little whore! You love it don't you?"

 

"No! No! You're disgusting!" she spat, but I could feel her starting to tremble. Her pussy was soft and smooth—moist and getting moister by the second. She was getting aroused.

 

"You’re wet, Natalie. You know that? That hot little cunt is soaking wet. Why do you think that is?"

 

"Let me go!" she moaned, but that was the last thing I was going to do. Instead, I put my fingers over her little clit and started vibrating them, beating her off as I held her against me. She gasped, instinctively pressing her pussy against my hand, seeking more of the maddening vibrations.

 

"I wonder if this hot little cheerleader can come," I whispered in her ear. "I wonder if she can come by having her pussy played with. Shall we see?"

 

I knew she wasn't a virgin, so I slid my middle finger inside, just up to the first knuckle. It went in easily, sliding into that tight oily cunt like a warm knife into butter. Natalie cried out and tired to squeeze her legs together to keep me out, but it was no use.

 

With my finger inside her, I could slide my thumb against that greasy clit and do it right, and I started to masturbate her as the stood there, her head down, refusing to look at her image in the mirror, and why should she? She looked like the perfect little whore, her sweater was up and the position of her bound arms made her tits spill out of her bra. Her panties were around her tight thighs and a man's hand was in her cunt, vibrating against her, fingering her, playing with her like she was some kind of musical instrument.

 

Hot little tart! She had me on fire and I pressed my aching cock against her hands and strummed her pussy like it was guitar. My own face in the mirror was dark and angry with lust, thinking about the number of men she'd teased with that hot cunt, the number of guys who'd gone home to their rooms and beat off thinking of her, spilling their hot cream all over their knuckles in their loneliness and frustration.

 

But now she was the one getting jerked off, and in my excitement I started spanking my fingers against her swollen clit, tapping that hot bud with my two middle fingers, splashing into the wetness of her cunt and feeling her tremble and gasp.

 

"Oh God! No!" she moaned. "No! Don’t make me come!"

 

I alternated the little taps with wild circling motions, keeping her on the edge. I remembered what she'd said once, abut being afraid she wouldn't be able to come, that she might be a bad lover. But she didn't know how being tied and taken would excite her, how her own helplessness and being caught in the gale of a man's lust would send her higher than she'd ever imagined. Her thighs were wet with her own juice now and she was close to coming.

 

"Don't you dare come, Natalie! Don't you dare! Not until I give you my permission, you understand? Understand?"

 

"Oh," she groaned. "Yes, yes! Whatever you say!"

 

I let go of her pussy. I untied her arms and unclipped her wrists as she stood there red-faced and panting, and I pulled her sweater up over her head like she was a child. I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off her, then unhooked her skirt and let that slide down her legs. Natalie stood there in a daze, not resisting me at all. I pushed her over to the chair and sat her down on it, tied her wrists to the arms and made them snug. I buckled the cuffs around her ankles and then tied these to the front legs of the chair. I passed another piece of rope around her waist to keep her ass in the seat, then I stepped back to look at her.

 

The little bitch set me on fire! She was naked except for her panties and her nipples were hard as little diamonds, pointing up at the ceiling of the room. She was slumped down slightly in the chair, and her hair was coming undone, strands hanging over her back and her face. She had the look of a woman getting fucked, her lips swollen, eyes half-closed and glazed with lust. There was a little wet spot between her legs.

 

I went to the dresser and got the vibrators—a plain plastic one in purple and a rabbit style with the clit attachment and the rotating balls inside, and then another one, a small one, the size of a finger.

 

Natalie sat there like she'd been drugged, her tits rising and falling as she breathed, her hands rotating as she tested the strength of her bonds. She still knew her safe word. All she had to do was say it and I'd stop.

 

I came over and turned on the purple vibe. I pressed it against her cheek, then slid it down her throat as she flinched away. I wanted her to get a good look and feel the powerful vibrations. I wanted her to start imagining what it would feel like against her pussy, humming against her clit.

 

I slid it down over her chest and touched it to her nipple and she let her head fall back and groaned. I could see her tit flesh vibrating and could imagine what it must feel like to her. She could probably feel it in her spine.

 

I ran it over her tits and under them, down across her stomach and up her thighs. I studied her as I worked. She knew what was coming and didn't move, holding perfectly still, trying to ignore the maddening vibrations.

 

"I think you’re going to enjoy this, Natalie. I think you're going to enjoy this a lot."

 

I pressed the vibrator against the inside of her thigh, high up, near her sex, so she could feel the buzz. She groaned and tried to close her knees together, so I put down the vibe and got another piece of rope. I tied one end to her left knee, ran it around the back of the chair and tied the other end to her right. Now she was held totally open, unable to close her legs or defend herself. I saw her give a little shudder when she realized this.

 

I retrieved the vibe and put it back against her thigh and left it there. Natalie closed her eyes and whimpered. She groaned. I moved the vibe a little closer to her cunt, then a little closer. There was a wet spot in her panties and it was growing.

 

"Oh yes," I breathed as I grabbed her breast and massaged it, "Oh yes, this is going to be good. This is going to be very good!"

 

The vibrations were getting to her now, setting her pussy on fire, and she was moaning. Her hips started moving, lifting slightly out of the chair looking for the vibe, trying to get it against her pussy. I rolled it up and down her thigh, first one leg then the other. Her panties were soaked now they'd have to go. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a knife, opened it with a flick. I carefully worked the blade beneath the panties and pulled, and the garment cut cleanly. Another cut on the other side, and I pulled her shredded panties from beneath her ass, leaving her totally naked. I put the vibrator in my mouth to get it wet, and touched it against her pussy.

 

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!"

 

She was excited, on fire, ready to come, and the feel of those wild vibrations against her most sensitive flesh was almost more than she could bare. Her ass jerked up off the chair and her wrists pulled tight against the bonds. She threw her head back and her tits quivered on her chest as she trembled on the edge of release.

 

"Remember what I told you, Natalie. You don't come without my permission, remember? You want to come, you have to ask, "Permission to come, sir?" and I'll decide. Understand?"

 

She was quivering like a plucked fiddle string, every muscle rigid. "Yes, yes! Oh! Permission to come, sir? Permission to come?"

 

"Denied!" I said, and I took the vibrator away from her, leaving her limp and gasping.

 

I gave her just enough time to calm down, and then I pressed the head against her pussy again, this time finding her opening. Natalie put her head back and wailed as the buzzing vibe slid into her pussy, sending those evil vibrations deep into the secret pleasure centers of her female anatomy. Her little pussy clamped tight around the purple plastic, and her thighs trembled as she tried instinctively to close her legs against the savage intruder, but it was no use—the ropes held her open and helpless.

 

I slid the smooth, artificial cock into her—an inch, two inches, three—and then I began to slowly fuck her with it, in and out, in and out, the vibe emerging shiny with her juices. She turned into an absolute whore. She wailed, she wiggled, her hips began an obscene pumping against the purple plastic dick as she went wild for release.

 

"Permission to come, sir! Permission to come?" she gasped.

 

"Not yet, you gorgeous slut! Not yet!"

 

I held the little vibe in my other hand, flicked it on and pressed the head against her clit.

 

"Oh no!" she screamed. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!!!"

 

The purple vibe was in her cunt; the little white finger vibe was buzzing hard against her distended clit. Her hips were jerking obscenely up out of the chair in a desperate attempt to drive the thing inside deeper inside her, her ass off the chair and vibrating as he head hung back in helpless ecstasy.

 

"Permission… Per… Per…"

 

I leaned over, my face inches from hers. "Yes, come now, slut!" I hissed. "Come hard you little whore! Spill your hot come all over my hand! Come on, give it to me! Give me your dirty come!"

 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she chanted as her body went wild, bucking and humping, twisting and writhing against the ropes. The vibrator jumped in my hand as her pussy clamped down on it with deep, visceral come-sucking waves of muscular contraction, then her body exploded into total, near-hysterical release.

 

I dropped the little vibrator and grabbed her breast, squeezing hard as she went into orgasmic overdrive. She opened her mouth to scream and I plunged my tongue into it as I continued to fuck that tight, spasming cunt with the purple vibe, her juice pouring out and wetting my wrist with her scalding liquid. I kissed her deep and she screamed into my mouth as she came like a banshee, her body out of control, and no sooner had her cunt stopped it’s wild twitching than I pulled the thing from her pussy and threw it on the bed.

 

She was gasping, panting, her body still jerking like someone was sending electric sparks through her as I untied her from the chair and threw her bodily on the bed where she collapsed like  rag doll, her hips still jerking in aftershocks of consuming pleasure, the juice still pouring from her pussy.

 

I walked over and started peeling off my clothes.

 

"And now it’s my turn," I said.

 

Natalie 2

 

 

 

Natalie lay naked on the bed, naked except for the leather cuffs still on her wrists and ankles. She had one arm thrown over her eyes as she gasped for breath, and her legs were pressed tightly together, as if to stop the post-orgasmic aftershocks that still rippled through her body, making her tummy tremble. My cock was hurting, hard and throbbing and begging for relief inside my pants, but I still wasn't ready for her, wasn't ready to plunge inside her and quench that bone-deep hunger, even though I wanted her so much my teeth ached.

 

She'd just come hard as I'd fucked her with one vibrator and played another one against her clit, but that wasn't the end of it, and now I was letting her calm down before continuing, because we weren't done yet. She'd told me once she wondered whether sex could ever really be like it was in the stories—if she could come as hard as the women I wrote about, if the things I did to them would turn her on as much. I was going to show her and let her decide for herself. That was the whole point.

 

Her cheerleader's outfit lay here and there on the floor, marking her passage from high school girl to naked, shackled fuck slut with a trail of discarded clothing and underwear, shoes and socks, almost as if she'd been shedding one identity and taking on a new one, naked and vulnerable. The bed was big. She looked very small lying there.

 

"I like girls who tease," I said as I went to the dresser and got a couple of thigh cuffs, some big metal clips and short lengths of chain. "I like girls who like to flirt and lead guys on. You know why, Natalie? Because they all want the same thing. Inside, they want someone who won't take their shit. Someone who'll make them pay, make them stand and deliver on what they've been promising."

 

I came over to the bed and passed one of the broad leather thigh cuffs around her leg.. I slipped the end through the buckle and cinched it in place, pulling it snug.

 

"They tease because they're scared of it," I said as I worked. "But inside, they want someone to force them, to hold them down and do it to them, make them feel all they can feel—show them it's not a game."

 

I buckled the other cuff in place so that both her thighs were gripped by the black leather bands, midway between knee and groin. The cuffs were set with big silver D-rings.

 

"Give me your hands, baby. I'm not going to hurt you."

 

I clipped her wrists to the chains and then clipped the chains to the thigh cuffs. She could lie flat, but she couldn't use her arms. The chains gave her about 6 inches of travel before they jerked tight, forcing her to keep her hands at her sides and out of the way. I went back to the dresser and got the shin cuffs too. These were thinner than the thigh cuffs and buckled just below her knees. The had D-rings too. The shiny black leather looked so good against her skin.

 

She was all fixed up for play now, and I could do whatever I wanted with her—wrist and ankle cuffs, straps around her thighs and below her knees. All set to be trussed up and tied tight, held open and immobile for whatever I wanted to do. It was all up to me now, and I felt my cock ratchet up a few notches in hardness as I looked at her.

 

She groaned as I lifted her from the bed and made her stand up, but I wanted her to get a look at herself in the mirror. I wanted her to see what a hot little slut looks like when she's ready to be tied up and fucked within an inch of her life. She refused to look at first and automatically tried to raise her arms but the chains stopped her with a soft clink. I smiled and turned her chin to face the mirror.

 

"See, Natalie? Nice tits, hot little pussy, sweet mouth. What shall we play with first, huh? Any preferences?"

 

I let go of her chin and she jerked her head away. She was angry and embarrassed, and that amused me.

 

I took her arm and pulled her after me, then I sat on the bed. Natalie stood right in front of me, her hands at her sides.

 

"Well, you know what I think?" I asked. "I think you need to be fucked. I think the little bitch needs a good hard cock inside her to remind her who she is."

 

She looked at me angrily but I held my ground.

 

"Don't give that look, Natalie! I just saw you come like a two-dollar whore from having that cunt reamed out with a plastic dildo. Don’t pretend you're all high and mighty and above it all now. Do I have to show you what you are, baby? Is that it? Is that what you want?"

 

My hand went to her cunt and my fingers slid along her greasy furrow as Natalie whined and clamped her thighs together to try and protect herself. Again, she tried to use her hands but her wrists were clipped to the silver chain and useless, like a little slave girl, and all she could do was press her legs together and try to double over to avoid my probing fingers. I sat on the bed holding her arm and screwed my hand around so that my finger entered her and started a slow, rhythmic pumping of her tight pussy as Natalie growled and tried to twist away.

 

I laughed. "Let me show you what else I've got for you, Natalie. You're going to love it."

 

I went to my stuff and got a wooden rod about an inch thick, set with several screw-eyes. I picked up two more clips and came back to the bed, knelt down and clipped one end of the rod  to the ankle cuff on one leg, and another end to the cuff on the other ankle. The result was that the wooden rod held her knees apart about two feet, making her spread her legs in order to stand up.

 

"It's called a spreader bar," I said. "Nice, isn't it?"

 

I slid my hand down and over her pussy, which was now totally exposed and defenseless.

 

"It's especially handy when we're going to do a little pussy-whipping, slapping a crop against your clit till you come like a little banshee. You're not ready for that though, Natalie. Not yet. Meanwhile it keeps you nice and open, though, don't you think?"

 

She was standing by the bed, and now she couldn't resist me at all. With the spreader between her feet, any misstep and she'd fall over, so she didn't dare try and twist away. She had no choice but to stand there and let me fondle her pussy, rubbing my hand over her tight labia, tickling her lips, dipping inside to wiggle against her opening. The feel of that soft female flesh drove me wild, like I held her sex in my hand, mine to play with as I wished. I groaned as I squeezed her pussy.

 

"Oh no!" she moaned. "Stop it! Please!"

 

"Stop it?" I asked in mock surprise. "Why? Are you going to come, Natalie? Is my little slut going to come in my hand like a whore? Are you going to scream when you do? I hope not. We don't want any screaming. Maybe we should take care of that now."

 

In my pile of toys I had a brand new ball gag, still in the package. I unwrapped it now and brought it to her and strapped it around the back of her head, forcing the plastic ball between her teeth. She mmpphhed and groaned as I buckled it in place, but she must have known too that with the gag on she could scream to her heart's content and no one would hear her, because she let me buckle it on her like a horse's bit. Once it was in place I sat down on the bed again and resumed playing with her pussy like I owned it, like she was my own little toy.

 

She was sweet. She was wet. Her hot little cunt dripped honey onto my hand and I collected it on my fingertips and rubbed it in slow circles around her nipples, making them shine. Natalie threw her head back, moaning into the gag as I toyed with her cunt, fingering her, pushing my thumb into her, sliding my fingers against her turgid little clit. Again and again the chains pulled taut as she tried to move her hands, and her fingers opened wide then clenched into tight little fists as the wild sensations of being fondled like a little pet rocketed through her body. She was totally defenseless—hands shackled, knees apart, mouth gagged—and I studied her face as I slid my fingers along her pussy, pinching and teasing her.

 

Her eyes went wide when I got up and retrieved the rabbit vibe and brought it over. This is a wicked little contraption—a vibrator with a special feather-soft projection for clitoral stimulation and a bunch of hard plastic balls inside that are made to bounce and circulate from the powerful vibrations, thus imparting a strong jerking and twitching motion to the entire assembly. It's more than just a vibrator. It's the best there is—orgasms guaranteed.

 

"Come here," I said, taking her arm.

 

Poor Natalie couldn't say anything with the gag between her teeth, but her eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly. She knew what I was going to do.

 

I held her and pulled her as she hobbled awkwardly after me, knees apart, then I turned her and leaned her against the wall so that her feet were out abut a foot, leaning back on her shoulders. I got down on my knees.

 

That hot little cunt was right in front of me. I couldn't resist. I brought my mouth to her and stuck out my tongue

 

She moaned—her moan rising to a shriek as my tongue found her clit and I tasted the heady musk of her female arousal. I licked her cunt, sliding my tongue along her labia, then sucked them into my mouth one by one. Her taste and the feel of her flesh in my mouth drove me wild, and I shoved my finger into her and began to finger fuck her as I found her clit and sucked it softly between my lips. I reached up and found her tit and caressed it, squeezed it, then found the hard little nipple and pinched it to season her pleasure with a little pain, and Natalie went mad, thrusting her hips at me, her thighs trembling. She was ready to come again. The hot little bitch was ready to come again, and I heard her scream behind the gag as my mouth and lips brought her closer and closer.

 

That pussy was too sweet. Having her under my control like this was too delicious. Using my thumbs, I opened her labia to expose the soft and tender flesh within, wet and glistening pink. I licked her, kisses her, send my tongue burrowing and worming up into her little hole as he moaned and gasped, powerless to stop me. I twisted my head to get my tongue on her button as my fingers pumped into her, her pussy squelching with juice.

 

I pulled my finger from her and quickly popped the rabbit vibe into my mouth to coat it with saliva and warm it, and then I stopped.

 

"Watch, Natalie. I'm going to fuck you with this now. Watch it go into you."

 

I spread her pussy apart with the two fingers of my left hand, taking just a moment to kiss that soft, exposed inner flesh, then I worked the big head of the bunny into that tight little tunnel—slowly, slowly—watching her stretch around the hard plastic. Thick viscous juice streamed from her open cunt as I worked the rabbit in deeper and deeper, Natalie trying to hold perfectly still. Farther and farther it went, sliding up into her cunt, until the little feathery attachment was touching her clit. And then I turned it on.

 

Natalie screamed. She bucked away from the wall in a sudden reflex so hard that  I had to push her back and hold her there as I fed that buzzing, rumbling vibrator into her. That sweet cunt was knotted around the shaft of the vibrator and I could feel it pulsing and buzzing inside of her and see the feather tickling her clit like a humming bird's wing. I pushed it into her and started to slow-fuck her with it but her hips were already pumping obscenely, totally beyond her ability to control. She turned her head to the side as if she couldn't bare to watch her own body's betrayal, the way her hips hunched up at me, begging for more of that thick artificial dick, but she couldn't deny the way she wanted it.

 

Natalie's head hung forward, her blonde hair falling in her face, her entire body shuddering as I worked the vibrator in and out of her, and there was no doubt that she was about to come again. I couldn't stand it. My cock was throbbing in my pants and if I didn’t get it into her soon I was going to blow right there, just from watching her, just from feeling that muscular little cunt pulling at the vibe.

 

I pulled the rabbit from her pussy and she stood there quivering, panting for breath. I quickly unsnapped the spreader bar and pulled her over to the bed and threw her down like a rag doll, then stripped off my clothes and climbed on after her. She was too weak to resist as I unclipped her wrists from the thigh cuffs and reattached them to the ones around her shins. With her wrists shackled just below her knees, she couldn't lie flat but fell over on her side. I turned her onto her back again and said, "Stay there!"

 

Having her wrists locked to her shins brought her knees up and she was too weak and too much on fire to close them. Her pussy was entirely exposed, her tits heaving up and down with her panting. I stood on the bed and pulled down my shorts and let my cock spring free at last, and Natalie looked at it and groaned. It's a big, thick, woman-fucker, and soon she was going to have a taste of it. She still had the ball gag between her teeth, but I could see in her eyes how much she wanted it. She wanted it so much it scared her.

 

"Okay, baby!" I snarled, falling down on top of her. "It's time!"

 

I was between her legs before she could close them, and there wasn't much chance of that with her hands clipped to her knees the way they were. She was open from clit to asshole and couldn't do a thing to keep me out, just lie there and groan as I took my big cock in my hand and slid the thick head up and down her greasy cleft. She was soft and she was hot and her labia oozed around my prick as I plowed that furrow, getting her ready.

 

I got the head in place and raised myself up on my arms and looked down at her, her face red, her little white teeth biting into that blue ball gag. She got me so fucking hot I thought I'd go out of my mind and just start spewing come all over her sopping pussy right then and there, but I managed to control myself and I started to push. I pushed that big cockhead into her tight cunt and groaned in pleasure. Her little cunt opened up and stretched around me like she was begging me, and then the walls of her channel were pressing tight against my bulbous head and I was in her, my cock sinking into her like a warm knife through butter.

 

"Oh fuck, baby!" I moaned. "Oh fuck! You hot little bitch!"

 

Natalie's hands twisted in her bonds. She lifted her head enough to look between her tits and watch as my angry red stalk stretched her lips apart. I could feel my arms trembling with the strain of holding my body up, the muscles in my shoulders standing out like tree roots. My back was swayed, my buttocks flexing as I shoved my prick into her and her juice squelched out around my dick like wine from a cask, spilling down her ass crack and wetting my balls. I pushed, I ground against her, I crammed it into her as she groaned and arched her back, trying to make room for me, and finally she had it all, every last inch. I moaned, putting my weight behind my cock and letting her feel it.

 

God she was good! Tight and hot and shaking like a leaf. She had a look of pain on her face but that cunt was squeezing me like a long-lost son, already begging me to spill my jizz inside her and give her what she wanted. I got my arms under her knees and pressed her legs up, tilting her pussy up to me so I could shove the last millimeter into her, and there I stopped.

 

"Hold still!" I gasped. I wanted to hear her moan. I wanted to hear her scream as she got fucked, so I reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag and threw it aside.

 

Natalie licked her dry lips and tested her jaws, but she wasn't saying anything. All her attention was on my thick piece inside her, stuffing her full and claiming her for my own. I could feel those tight muscles gripping me. already twitching with possessive little spasms of her own, Her pussy was already trying to milk the come from my prick, trying to suck it right into her greedy little snatch.

 

"Like it, baby?" I hissed down at her. "Tell me how you like that fat cock in your cunt! Is it going to make you come, Natalie? Is it going to make you come like a little whore on my big dick?"

 

I filled my hands with her tits and squeezed. Natalie groaned. She lifted her head and tried to look down at where my big shaft was impaling her, throbbing deep inside her tunnel, but all she could see were my strong fingers mauling her tits, twisting at her nipples and daring her to say something. She was still trussed like a runaway steer, her wrists clipped below her knees, and so her legs were up, her thighs forming a nice saddle for me, a place for me to ride as I fucked her, holding me nice and secure.

 

"Oh Fuck! You bitch! You hot little bitch!" I moaned.

 

The sight of that pretty face did it to me, those pure and virginal features twisted into a mask of raw fucklust. She loved having my cock in her. She loved everything I was doing to her, tying her and using her and making her come whether she wanted to or not. She was mine—my victim, my girl toy, my cunt—and I could use her as I wished. That made her free. That meant she could feel whatever she wanted to, and what she was going to feel was totally, absolutely fucked.

 

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Take it! Take that hot cock!" I grunted as I started to slam my tool into her. Natalie squealed. her hands twisted in her bonds, her toes curled against her feet as my thick, vein-spattered shaft rubbed over the sensitive lips of her pussy and plunged inside again and again. I was like a piston, like a locomotive or a steam hammer, punishing into her, stabbing her with my pole, reaching for her very heart. I wanted her to feel me in her throat.

 

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh God, what are you doing to me?"

 

"Fucking you, Natalie! Fucking you like you should have been fucked years ago! Reaming you out so you'll stay fucked for days!"

 

Her head fell back on the bed. She bit her lip in ecstasy as my shaft thundered inside of her, nailing her to the bed with every stroke. I reached down and grabbed her ass, filled my hands with her firm flesh and pulled that hot sucking cunt up at me, fucking her so hard my pubic bone rammed against her clit and smashed her labia flat—fucked her so hard that her ass began to bounce off the bed like she was a rag doll. It was like dribbling a basketball, punching my cock into her and driving her down, then spearing into her again as she rose up to meet me. Her tits were bouncing, her legs shaking, her mouth hung open in astonishment as I just burned up her cunt, bruising her pussy with my relentless pummeling.

 

"Oh God!" she whispered hoarsely, her eyes sightless with astonishment. "Oh God, I'm coming! I'm going to come! Oh God you’re going to make me come! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!"

 

My face was a mask of fury. My fingers were dug into her ass so hard that I knew she'd have marks, and my big balls swung like steel pendulums into the wet crack of her ass. I fucked her. I fucked her hard, digging my toes into the bedspread for leverage, feeling the come thundering up from my toes, from the root of my scalp, burning like lightening along my spine. It was happening. I was gong to make it—going to come, going to splatter her insides with my filthy hot cream.

 

I grabbed her hair in both my hands and held her head down as I stuffed it into her, held her down and whispered in her face, "Come on, baby! Come on that big cock, you bitch! Give it to me Natalie! Give it all to me, everything you've fucking got!"

 

She face was crimson red, a mask of helpless lust. The cords in her neck stood out as she arched her back in reflex, as if coming on command. She shoved her pussy up at me and opened her legs wide, giving it to me, taking the thrust of my savage fucking on the raw meat of her hungry cunt. She was coming, coming. The little minx was going to lose it, spilling her pleasure all over my rock hard prick..

 

Seeing her start to climax drove me wild. I let go of her hair and worked my hand down between us, slid it down to her soaked and battered pussy and pressed my fingers against her dripping slit till I found the greasy little button of her clit. I could feel my own cock pumping into her as I took her clit between my fingers and began to jack her off like she was a little boy, squeezing her, jerking that little girl-dick, making her do it, making her come.

 

"Aggghhhh!!!!"

 

Natalie took one long breath and let it out in a scream that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I felt her cunt convulse around me, her body going wild as she came and came hard—hips lifting, shuddering, jerking. I let go of her clit and raised myself up on my hands so I could see her and watch her gorgeous face as I felt that first wad of come boil up out of my loins and thunder down my urethra in a paroxysm of  primal bliss, then explode from my cock in long, thick ropes of molten hot semen. Obliterating pleasure gripped me, and I snarled like an animal and pumped into her again, stabbing her with my cock, and again another load of cream shot into her.

 

Half out of my mind I pulled my spurting cock from her pussy and gripped it tight. I crawled up the bed and leaned over her, aimed it at her face and let go, throwing my head back and moaning as I spewed my hot seed all over her lips and mouth, her cheeks and hair. Her face was locked in a rictus of her own orgasm and all she could do was take that white load on her lips and eyelids, her cheeks and her hair as I painted her face with my hot ejaculate.

 

"Oh fuck!" I moaned. "Oh God damn!"

 

I finished spurting and shuddered in one final orgasmic spasm, and watched as her tongue came out to tentatively taste the fruits of her labor. She was draped in semen, come on her lips and face, spots on her tits, a big gob sliding down her cheek as I watched.

 

I lay down and took her in my arms and crushed her to me. I kissed that cummy mouth, ran my fingers through her semen-streaked hair. There's no way a girl can make you come like that and you not feel something for her, so I held her till our breathing slowed and we returned at least partway to earth.

 

"Come on, baby," I said as I unbuckled her cuffs. "It's late and I have to get you cleaned up and get you home. You think about what we did here today, and if you want more, you've got my number. You just let me know, because all this is just the beginning—sex 101. You've got the whole course in front of you now..."