Scenario:Nigel Barassi stifled a yawn with the back of his fist as he struggled to get his bearings. Small beams of early morning sun were poking their way through cracks in his bedroom curtains. Being summer, the sun began lighting the sky at an annoyingly early hour. What was it that had woken him? He normally slept through the first light. Probably someone's bloody dog barking, he thought. Grumpily he rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. What was that dream he'd been having? He felt as though it was at the very edge of his memory, but the recollection was slipping away like water through his fingers. He began to doze off again when - *bing* The notification from his mobile woke the 53-year-old successful businessman up again. His still sleepy brain grumpily cursed whoever it was that had messaged him, before he remembered that the phone went on airplane mode each night. Airplane mode, except Wi-Fi. And the only thing he had set up to give notifications through Wi-Fi was his home security camera system. This roused him slightly. He had had numerous cameras set up around the house exterior only last week. They covered every angle of the exterior. These cameras sent notifications when motion was detected. It was probably some cat, but he reached for his phone nonetheless. Unlocking the screen he noticed six notifications from Camera-4. Immediately his grumpy mood shifted to one of excited anticipation. That camera watched his side fence, but he'd positioned it extra carefully compared to the others. See, if it was angledjust so it also provided a clear view of two upstairs windows in the neighbouring house - the real challenge had been disguising the angle so it didn'tappear to be filming next door. And one of those windows was the bedroom of a stunning young blonde University student. He clicked the live feed in time to see a fit, tanned young woman pulling on a pair of black-laced underwear. Scrambling, Nigel bolted upstairs to his spare room, which was directly across from the unsuspecting blondes bedroom. *** Next door, Anna Wade was excitedly preparing for the day ahead, trying on different outfits from her expansive wardrobe, carefully selecting an outfit. At just after 6am on a Saturday, she normally wouldn't be up this early, not for several hours yet. But she'd woken up early and her anticipation of the upcoming day was such that there was no hope of settling back down for a sleep-in. After all, it's not every day you turn 19 is it? As far as birthdays went, this would be one to remember! She'd spent months leading up to her birthday pleading, nagging and demanding that her parents buy her a car. And she'd told them *exactly* which car too. It was at the showroom, a BMW convertible, hot pink, leather interior, all the bells and whistles and more. Brand new. Holding a dress up in front of her in the mirror, she shook her head: no, that green was too dark and didn't match her bright eyes. She threw it aside and reached for another outfit. She'd get a new car, not some ugly thing like Beckie, her best friend, had been given on her 19th birthday. A Volkswagen Golf - boring! And it was second hand! Yuk! Imagine getting a car that someone else, probably a sweaty old guy, had driven and used. Most likely they'd spilled drinks and everything in there! Well, it might be good enough for Beckie, but her dad was only some engineer, probably on good money by most people's standards (Beckie had gone to the same high school as Anna after all, which was also the most expensive in the city), but her parents hardly drove the best cars. Mid-range at best, and usually second hand. She tried on the next outfit, a miniskirt and light pink blouse, but realised there was a loose thread on one of the skirts hems so the entire outfit was tossed carelessly by the door to be thrown out later. Anna's parents on the other hand always drove new cars, and expensive ones. Her mum drove a Range Rover, her dad a Porsche. They had the biggest, fanciest house out of all her friends, and always went on the best holidays. Flying Business Class too, of course. Anna always wore the best and most expensive clothes, and if a pair of shoes didn't cost at least $200, then they simply were not good enough. Her dad was a highly successful stockbroker and owned his own firm, so, as she figured, it was no wonder they were rich. The next outfit, a light purple dress was cute: it fitted snugly around her firm breasts, but as she studied it from various angles in the mirror, she decided she didn't like the way the design was shaped around her hips: it didn't display her waist and bum curves well enough. But it wasn't just the car that she was excited about. She was meeting her friends, Beckie, Rachel and Tanya at the mall in the morning and she was going to buy herself a few new outfits - her parents had given her own credit card only last week, liked to their account, and it had a $10,000 monthly limit that needed using - and there were only three days left in the month!! Anna hummed a tune softly to herself as she cheerfully browsed her wardrobe selecting the next outfit to try. And after that, she was meeting her boyfriend, who'd dropped a hint yesterday that he had a special surprise lined up for her. She smiled at the thought of seeing him again. Dave was tall, muscular, tanned and was amazingly good looking: she was the envy of her entire school when he'd asked her on a date! At a year older than Anna, he was already into his second year of University, whereas she'd only started her first year a few weeks ago. Oh, and just as importantly as his looks, he also came from a rich family. In her mind, they made the perfect couple: rich, young, and both extremely good looking. The envy of the entire city; she was sure of it. Anna smiled at the thought and took a moment to study herself in the mirror. At 157cm she wasn't tall but, in her opinion, this only enhanced her curvy figure perfectly. She had silky long blonde hair with natural waves that hung well past her shoulders. Bright green eyes, full lips and long eyelashes were the finishing features on a very pretty face. She had long, athletic legs and a slim waist with a tight tummy that were equally the product of hard work at the gym and a stunning natural figure. She turned sideways and pushed out her ass, admiring its firm, bubble like roundness. Her black and red lace underwear clung in a way that further enhanced its physic. Anna laid a hand on her hip, turned slightly sideways and momentarily admired the pose, imaging Dave's reaction at seeing her dressed like this, and giggled softly. She then slowly traced her fingers upwards, feeling her silky smooth skin until she cupped one of her naturally large 34D cup breasts. Young, firm and smooth, they were pushed together by a carefully selected bra that further enhanced their roundness and displaying stunningly desirable cleavage. Yes, despite the effort Anna went through to select her outfits each day, she knew she would turn heads with her stunning figure no matter what she decided to wear. A flicker of movement in the corner of her vision brought the blonde nineteen-year-old University student back to the present and she turned her head to see what it had been. It was going to be a hot day, so she had her window open and curtains thrown wide to let in some fresh morning air before the summer heat kicked in. Squinting slightly against the sun that was now basking her room in a warm glow, she peered through the window and saw one of the curtains in the neighbour's upstairs window shifting gently in the morning breeze. The old neighbour always had his windows open. A pretty Blue Wren singing in the bush below her window momentarily distracted Anna, and then, thinking nothing more of it, decided to close the window and draw the curtains. *** Nigel finally relaxed, having stood stock still for the best part of several minutes, as he had tried to blend into the shadows in the back of the room. Careless fool, he chided himself. He could have sworn the athletic young blonde had seen him when he had moved too close to the window as he had tried to get a better view. She had turned around and looked directly at him as he'd quickly shrunk back into the shadows. But, by some miracle, he'd managed to remain undetected. Probably only by the fact that it was early morning and her window faced directly east had saved his hide: she'd been looking into the sun while his viewing spot was still shrouded in shadows. Still, his excitement was only partially due to his near miss. He'd been lucky enough to be treated to a stirring early morning performance by the desirable blonde. Although he'd missed the best part (he'd only come upstairs once she was already dressed in that skimpy lace lingerie), Nigel had witnessed her trying on about eight or so different outfits, ranging from tight dresses to mini skirts. He'd seen her bending over numerous times from different angles, and squirming provocatively as she'd wiggled her way into several outfits. His black cock was straining against his pants after that show, and it would need to be taken care of soon. The thousands of dollars he'd spent on those security cameras already seemed well worth it. Up to now, he'd only ever witnessed a couple of glimpses of the desirable teenager through her window. He should have had cameras installed years ago! He looked down at another camera he held in his hand and smiled. The DSLR had a long zoom lens fitted and he knew he had enough material from today to help him get off quickly. He hurried into the office to download the images onto his 38" ultraHD computer. *** "What do you mean you don't have my car?" Anna demanded angrily. Her mum frowned at the outburst but her dad shook his head and tried to sooth his furious daughter. Aaron Wade was a big man, tall with a thick chest and muscular arms that were evidence of his workout routine. People often found him intimidating when they first met him - and indeed, in a business sense he could definitely play that card - but Anna knew he had a huge soft spot for his two daughters, especially for the younger of the two: it was a very rare occasion that Anna didn't get exactly what she wanted. "Sweetie," he said, "It was meant to be delivered yesterday, but with all this seasonal traffic it has been delayed. The truck will arrive in three days - you'll have your new wheels then." "But how am I going to get to the Mall today!! All my friends will be there and I told them I'd take them for a drive! Surely you can make them deliver it today?" the nineteen year old continued angrily. Her father opened his mouth but his wife cut in. "Anna, this is out of your father's control. You need to understand that. You're 19 now and you need to start acting like an adult, not like some spoilt child who didn't get their favourite lolly at the supermarket." Anna knew her mum loved her dearly, but while the young lady had her father wrapped around her little finger, her mother, named Tiffany, was always a harder obstacle. Recently turned 40, Tiffany was of a similar height to Anna and had clearly passed on her stunning figure to her daughter. She shared the same blonde wavy hair, and full lips, however her eyes were a rich hazel colour. Like her daughter, she was fit and slim, but also balanced a more mature, slightly more rounded figure. Her breasts were slightly larger, and her ass carried slightly more volume. However, while Anna usually relied on her young, fresh and naive beauty to get her way, Tiffany could stand toe to toe with someone like her husband and still dominate the room with force of will alone. Anna changed tactics. "But muuum. Please! I've been waiting patiently forever. I'lldie if I have to wait any longer!" she pleaded. Tiffany raised an eyebrow at her daughter's blatant exaggeration and levelled a flat look at her: it was the only reaction she needed to make the young woman in front of her cast her eyes down. But while the university student yet lacked her mother's presence, she hasn't given up yet. She shifted her feet, slouched her shoulders and sniffed dejectedly while staring at the floor. "Please mum, dad. It really would mean so much to me to get my car today. If there is anything at all you can do...?" She left the question hanging. Through the corner of her vision she saw her parents exchange a quick glance. Her mum nodded to her father and Anna thought she saw a shadow of a smile on the older woman's lips. It was her dad who spoke. "I can't promise you anything princess, but I'll make some phone calls and see what we can sort out. In the meantime, why don't you borrow mum's car so you can go meet your friends? I know you wanted to hang out with them this morning." Anna immediately leapt forwards and wrapped her father in a big hug, kissing him on the cheek. "Oh thanks so much dad! I knew there was something you could do!" Tiffany tried to suppress her smile at her daughter's juvenile glee, but just as she was about to remind her daughter that there was no guarantee that Aaron could make an arrangement, Anna wrapped her in a big hug and showered her in kisses and thanks. Instead of the warning, Tiffany let her smile show, and hugged her daughter back. Despite the fact that Anna had grown into a beautiful young lady, she would always be Tiffany's precious daughter. *** Anna moaned as the skilled hands massaged deep into her shoulder muscles. She was lying face down on a massage table covered in rose scented massage oil receiving a head to toe aromatic massage, completely naked, save for a towel that lay across her ass and legs for warmth against the cool air-conditioning. The lady giving the massage had insisted it wasn't necessary to gocompletely nude, but Anna didn't want the oil to ruin her expensive lingerie. It wasn't that she cared about the cost to replace them; rather, they were her favourite pair and wanted to keep them clean, ready for her boyfriend to admire tonight. If he played his cards right! And so far, he had played his cards perfectly. Anna moaned again and smiled contently as the masseuse worked her way down one side of her back. After spending the morning shopping with her friends, she'd met with Dave for lunch. He'd taken her out for lunch to a very expensive restaurant and had selected the most expensive wine on the menu. After that they'd walked through a park before ending up here, a fancy massage parlour she knew well: Anna and her mum (and her elder sister Lucy, before she'd moved interstate for University) sometimes came here together to relax. He was then going to come over to her place tonight for dinner to meet her parents for the first time - they'd been dating almost six months now. He'd dropped another hint that he had a special present for her then. Probably something expensive, or he wouldn't be giving it to her in front of her parents. Her heart fluttered with excitement. After that they were going partying to celebrate turning 19. And after that...she felt her face grow red at the thought, grateful that she was face down. The masseuse adjusted the towel and began working on Anna's legs, starting low and working up, pushing deep into her toned muscles. Dave had really outdone himself this time. She imagined what he would think if he could see her now, facedown, ass sticking up in the air covered only by a towel, smooth skin covered in glistening massage oil. Hmm, she wondered silently,I wonder what it would feel like if he were the one giving the massage? The thought triggered another episode of shamelessly blushing into her headrest. But it also stirred something else deep inside her. Maybe it was the hot day, or the few glasses of wine she'd drank earlier, or some other reason, but Anna slowly settled into a quasi-real fantasy. She imagined she was in an expensive hotel by the beach, alone in her room with Dave, as he massaged her tight, toned young body. She imagined they were his hands; working their way up and down her legs, now working into her bubble like ass cheeks, now back down the legs. The stirring inside her seemed to grow, and she started to feel a warmth building as she became lost in the daydream. *** Chloe the masseuse squirted some more scented oil into her hands and moved to the other side of the table, preparing to massage the other leg and glutes on the young blonde in front of her. Although she saw herself as straight, Chloe had to admire the stunning form of this young lady, Anna. The soft silkiness of her lightly tanned skin, covering the toned feminine muscles. Chloe found it hard to take her eyes away from that perfectly round ass, which was enhanced in the prone, face down pose, and exaggerated by the narrow waist and long slim legs. A towel now covered the young lady's back, but Chloe had noticed the soft bulge of side-cleavage, hinting that well sized breasts were being pressed into the massage table. Chloe, 26, considered herself good looking, but this client was an absolute exquisite masterpiece, and felt a pang of jealousy. What intrigued her most, however, was the fit blonde's reaction to the massage. Her gentle moans as Chloe worked a muscle seemed to have changed tone, they sounded almost... no, surely not. Had those legs just shifted apart slightly as the masseuses oiled hands worked up the inside of the thighs? That round ass was definitely pushing back at her hands now. Was there a hint of gyration of the hips? Was she actually getting turned on by it? Even more strangely, Chloe felt her own excitement build. What is happening to me, she wondered. In her three years as a masseuse, Chloe had only ever been fully professional, never giving anything other than a strictly above-board massage (except to her boyfriend, of course, before the bastard had dumped her not three days ago!). But now, she felt some reckless side of her take hold, probably to do with the built up anger, frustration and loneliness at being single for the first time in 7 years. What would it be like to take things just a little further? Could she tease slightly more out of the young barbie-like-teen on the table? She let her fingertips run ever so slightly further up the inside of the woman's thighs than she knew was strictly professional, and to her surprise, heard Anna moan again and slightly shift her legs apart by a hair's breadth. She wants more, Chloe thought and prepared to repeat the same motion again teasingly... No! What are you thinking, she scolded herself. Partaking in something like this could land her in serious trouble: it was something she just couldn't toe the line on. Thinking of ways to bring her client back to reality, Chloe started talking "So, how is your day? It's mighty hot outside isn't it?..." *** Anna parked her mum's car in the garage. Her shock and embarrassment at how aroused she had become - there was a definite slick moisture when she'd pulled her panties back on - during the massage had been pushed to the back of her mind, momentarily forgotten. It was now mid-afternoon, she'd said goodbye to Dave and looked forward to him arriving in a few hours for dinner with her parents. But that too was currently forgotten - her mind was solely focused on one thing: what had her dad managed to organise with her car? It wasn't in the driveway - perhaps they were going to drive it over shortly? She made her way to the kitchen, where she was greeted by her parents, asking how her day had been. She brushed off answering and asked about her car. Tiffany answered, "Honey, the delivery company is unable to drop it off until Wednesday, and we weren't able to persuade them otherwise." Anna had been half expecting this and was ready to explode, and opened her mouth to do so, when her mum cut her off with a single word: "However..." Anna froze, mouth open ready to begin her torrent of demands and complaints. However? Had they actually figured some work around? She eyed her parents; her dad kept a smooth face, a twinkle in his green eyes, but her mum barely hid a smile, amused that her daughter had completely frozen her outrage at a single, well-timed word. Anna finally recovered enough to ask, "Umm, so, what do you mean, mum? Is there another option?" "A choice, a compromise, honey. Now you're an adult, you'll start realising that many things in life require compromise." Her dad then spoke, "We wouldn't offer you the compromise if we didn't know how much you want the car. But it's clear that it would mean a lot to you to get it as soon as possible. But we also know how much you've been looking forward to introducing us to your boyfriend." Anna was confused, what did Dave have to do with this? "I don't understand, dad." "Well, your mum and I could drive to the port tonight and pick up the car. It's a good 5hour drive though, so we'd spend the night there and have the car back to you by lunch tomorrow. Obviously, that would mean we'd have to postpone our dinner with a certain young man. Alternatively, we will stick to the original plan, but you would have to wait till midweek to get your car." "The choice is yours honey," Anna's mum finished. Anna thought it over. Delay the dinner with Dave, or wait another four days before getting her car? As she thought it over, her face split into a smile as she thought of a win-win scenario. "Oh I know! We can just have dinner with Dave tonight, and you can drive to collect the car tomorrow, there will be enough time to drive there and back in a day!" Anna didn't even consider that asking her parents to drive over 10 in a day might be pushing it. But her dad shook his head. "We have an important conference tomorrow afternoon that your mum and I will be attending." "Oh, okay," Anna responded, disappointed. After all the effort her boyfriend had gone through today she really didn't want to disappoint him. But she also didn't think she could possibly wait until Wednesday. Then she had another idea. "Well, can you please please pick up the car, and we can do dinner tomorrow with Dave?" Her mum smiled kindly, knowing her nineteen-year-old daughter had been torn. "Of course honey, if that's what you want". But Anna continued, "Can Dave still come over tonight though? I really don't want to disappoint him, and he's really spoiled me today. We could grab takeaway for dinner, before we catch up with my friends to go partying like we planned." Her dad frowned at this suggestion, clearly disapproving of the idea that his young, naive daughter be home alone with a young man. He knew exactly what the eager boyfriend would try to get up to with his precious daughter! "I don't think-" But Tiffany touched her husband on the arm. "She's a young woman now dear," she said softly. Then she looked at her eager young, blonde daughter and continued more firmly, "But, as a young woman, we expect an appropriate level of maturity. We've raised you to have a good sense of responsibility, now show it. And remember Anna, you are still our daughter, and this is still our house. You know what is acceptable behaviour, and what isn't." "Yes, of course!" Anna said, blushing slightly. It was clear both her parents thought she was planning something extra special for Dave, with them out of the house. And, well, if she was honest with herself, she was! Dave had really spoilt her today, and he really was very good looking. She'd been taking things very slowly with him so far: up till now they'd only ever kissed and fondled each other, never anything properly sexual. Truth be told, she'd learnt that lesson the hard way, and been burned for it. Her first, and only other, boyfriend had pushed things quickly, and in the excitement of a then eighteen year old, Anna had been swept away. At his insistence, she'd given him at least half a dozen blowjobs (something she always found gross), and even, eventually, given him her precious and delicious pussy, losing her virginity. It hadn't felt very good for her: he hadn't cared at all for her own comfort or arousal, but she had naively thought it would bring them closer. Instead, he'd then bragged about it the next day, until the entire school knew that Anna Wade, the prettiest, richest, and hardest-to-get girl around had finally spread her legs and taken a pounding from a cock. Not only that, but he'd also bragged that she'd gone down on her knees and sucked him off, letting him cum in her pretty, moist mouth, numerous times in the weeks leading up to it! A cum slut, he'd called her - proud that he had been the first one to take her. It had been completely humiliating and degrading. But she also blamed herself - how could she have been so careless, so stupid to let that bastard take advantage of her so!? No. Since then she'd learned her lesson, and was determined to take things slowly in the future, until such time as she knew to trust the person she was with. But she'd been dating Dave 6 months now, and he'd been nothing but kind and considerate. Sure, it was obvious that he wanted to take things further, but he was also respectful when she explained she'd been hurt in the past. What's more, that massage today had woken a deep arousal in her: she knew she'd need release soon, and perhaps today was the day that she finally set her vibrator aside and let a real cock bring her to orgasm for the first time. She felt herself blush at the thought, and realised she was still in the kitchen with her parents. Coming back to the present, she asked them, "Will you at least show me a photo of my car?" "Of course!" her mum sounded eager to change the subject. Her dad's fingers flicked across the screen of his phone, then held it out for Anna to see. She felt her stomach drop while simultaneously her temper flared. That was absolutely not the car she'd asked for! *** An hour later, Anna sat glumly in her bed, knees tucked up to her chin, hugging her tanned legs close to her chest, staring through the open window to the garden below. She'd spent the best part of 40 minutes arguing with her parents at the top of her voice, before her mum had finally had enough and sent her to her room, banning her from going partying tonight, grounded as though she was a little girl again. "You can't make me do that!" Anna had screamed back. To which her mother had replied, in a dangerously low voice, "One more word, one more complaint, and you'll see what we can and can't do." So much for them treating me like an adult, she thought sullenly. A green Volvo. Yuck. So what if it was a special order to get a tone of green that matched her eyes, with cream leather interior. She'd made it perfectly clear what she wanted: bright pink exterior, pink leather interior, and not a Volvo! Even a Golf would have been better! Her parents were downstairs, packing their bags for their unexpected night away. Her phone buzzed and she glanced over to it. There was a message from Dave - she'd sent a few long texts explaining how unfairly she'd been treated. - Hey babe, I'll be over 1hr, just gotta pick some things up for tonight, help you relax. Can we chill out by the pool before we party? - Anna smiled and typed out a reply. - Nw babe. I'll get ready. Wish you were here now, could use your hands to rub on some tanning lotion - That was sure to get his attention. The reply came almost instantly. - Hold that thought. I'll rub you down everywhere - Ten minutes later her dad popped his head through her door to let her know they were leaving, that they loved her, and a quick lecture that she was to take care of herself and not let anything happen that she wasn't absolutely sure she wanted to happen - don't let people pressure you into things. She rolled her eyes. She was still so pissed off with them, that she was determined to rebel against every instruction they gave her. If she wasn't already horny after that teasing massage, she still would have wanted to fuck Dave when he came over, just to defy her parents wishes. Still, she couldn't deny that she wasn't nervous - the only other time she'd had sex wasn't at all enjoyable, and the aftermath had been downright humiliating. I hope Dave doesn't go around bragging, she thought idly. But, determined as she was, the fit and busty university student wasn't going to let nerves get in her way. She was going to make sure that she was well and truly ready to take Dave's stiff cock into her young, velvety pussy, and she was going to make sure he fucked her till she came on a cock for the very first time. She'd cum using her fingers and vibrator before, but surely a real, meaty, throbbing cock would be soooo much better. Especially if that cock belonged to Dave, the best looking guy in town. Yes, she was going to get herself warmed up ready for Dave and his stiff manhood. A bit of alcohol, to relax and remove inhibitions, and some warm-up time with her trusty vibrator should get her in the mood. But first, she had a couple of phone calls to make. If she was grounded and forbidden from going out partying, then her 19th birthday party was going to come to her! A short time later, she stood up, took a bottle of wine from the cellar, then went back to bed to prepare herself for her boyfriend. *** Nigel's camera was working overtime. *click*click*click*click* The shutter was snapping shut in rapid, continuous succession. Fuck me dead, he thought to himself, how the fuck did I get so lucky today? The only thing that bothered him now was that he didn't have a tripod set up in this room. With a tripod, he could set the camera up and flick it to film. But, with the extra long zoom lens he knew the quality would be crap if he tried filming without the tripod. There was always the security camera, but the quality was inferior and the image small due to the wide-angle lens - still, he had set that to record this scene so he could relive it again. *click*click*....*click*click* His black cock was throbbing against his pants, despite already cumming earlier over the photos he'd taken this morning. Not thirty minutes earlier, his phone had buzzed again, letting him know there was movement in that young goddess's window, and sure enough, there she was, sulking cutely, tucked up on her bed. She'd had some sort of row with her parents, though he hadn't caught the details. Shortly after that, her dad had come in, giving her a lecture - it seemed she'd been grounded and given strict instructions to behave while her parents went away for a night - he'd been able to hear as her bedroom window was open. Odd that, going away for their daughters 19th birthday. But no sooner had their Porsche left the driveway, than that sexy blonde daughter of theirs made no less than 6 phone calls, inviting friends over for a party, and telling them to invite as many people as they wanted. Boy oh boy, that little minx was going to be in trouble tomorrow when her parents got home. He wondered if her father, Aaron, still spanked her for being naughty. I'd sure as hell spank her, the perverted neighbour thought. He'd love to bend her over his lap, and slap that perfectly round ass of hers till it was red on both sides and she was crying, begging, for his mercy. But now was no time to indulge in fantasy, as he was getting treated to a real-live show like no other. That fit, tanned blonde had stripped off down to her lace underwear again, and was now lying on top of her bed, an open bottle of wine in one hand, while her other was reaching down inside her panties and was evidently rapidly rubbing her clit. Her smooth, slim legs were spread wide, knees up, meaning Nigel had a perfect view of her ass and pussy, though still slightly obscured by her lace underwear. Her amazingly full, firm breasts were perked high on her chest, wobbling slightly despite still being constrained by her bra, as she worked her pussy frantically. Her head and shoulders were propped up against a couple of plush pillows, eyes closed, full lips slightly open, allowing him to see the hungry expression on her cute face. *click*click*click* Nigel continued to capture the moment on camera. What a little slut, he thought. Someone needs to fuck her, and fuck her good. He wished it could be him, but he knew that he had no chance whatsoever with a stunning young chick like that. It wasn't that he was unattractive, but those young sluts always thought they were too good for older men. But fuck. Whoever the lucky guy was that would finally fuck her golden, juicy pussy, would be the luckiest man alive. He was sure she was moaning now, lost in her self-indulged pleasure. As he watched her, it was evident that she had a deep sexual lust, and suspected that she would be capable of multiple orgasms, even if she didn't know it yet. *click*...*click*click*...*click*click*click* She took another swig of wine, then reached into a draw and took a cylindrical object. She carefully inserted into her dripping pussy and he realised it was a purple vibrator. He adjusted the zoom and refocused the camera, concentrating on her pussy. Through the enhanced zoom, he could actually make out the glistening of her love juice as was practically dripping out of her hungry cunt. *click*click* He adjusted the zoom slightly, so that he could capture both her pussy and face again in the one photo, but so that the moistness was still evident. These photos he was taking would be priceless... *** The vibrator buzzed inside Anna's vagina and she pushed it slightly deeper. Her warm, juicy pussy lips were dripping wet as she continued to rub them skilfully with a free finger that wasn't holding the vibrator. "Oohhhh..." she moaned as she worked herself to a new height. Her hips were involuntarily gyrating, and, despite her best efforts to hold back, she could feel an orgasm building. She imagined what it would feel like having Dave's cock slowly pushing in and out of her teenage pussy at a steady rhythm. She pictured the sensations caused by its warmth, it's throbbing strength as the hard man flesh massaged her womb, covered in her sweet lubricating juices. She desperately wanted to preserve her orgasm until Dave arrived, but it was fast becoming apparent that she was losing control of herself. Her lust and hunger for sexual release was beginning to drive all other thought and reason from her as she became lost in her own frantic need. She flicked her fingers across her lobes and another moan escaped, louder this time "Hgghhhh, ohhh..." Anna took another gulp of wine, from the now half-empty bottle, then set it aside. Her now free had reached down and pushed her panties aside, exposing her dripping pussy to the warm afternoon air. She briefly withdrew the humming vibrator - which again extracted another moan from the young lust driven nineteen year old - and replaced it with her index finger from her other hand. She began fucking herself on her own finger for a few minutes, her hand only having to do half the work as her pussy and hips were now humping her hand as much as the other way around. Her breathing ragged, she felt her orgasm coming, and with a desperate moan of frustration, Anna withdrew her finger at the last moment, denying her lust filled body from the release it craved. For a few moments she lay there panting, both hands out to the sides, hips still bucking vainly as they tried to find something, anything, to stimulate her needy pussy. As the danger of the impending orgasm subsided, she slowly returned the vibrator to her cunt, and instantly felt her ass push up to meet the humming probe. Now that her panties were pushed aside giving better access, Anna began fucking her toy in and out, imagining it was a hot, muscular cock. She was so aroused, so lost in the moment that she brought her other hand up to her full, waiting lips and began to suck them clean, tasting her own sweet pussy juice for the first time in her life - something that normally seemed gross to her. "Ahhhhhh...." Her hand then moved from her mouth to one of her perfect, round breasts, and cupped it in her hand for a moment. The soft, full flesh of her half exposed breast was smooth and warm. As the vibrator continued to fuck her pussy, she squeezed her full breast and felt a jolt of electric excitement shoot through her body. She'd discovered years ago, when her breasts had first started to grow into these voluptuous womanly mounds, that her large boobs and tits were very sensitive. She began massaging her boob, and felt her nipples grow hard inside her bra with her arousal. She focused her groping massage on the nipple, rubbing the sensitive areola against the silky lace of her sexy bra. "Oohhh...ohhhhhhh....hmmmmm....oohhhhh..." The moans were flowing continuously now, and not a single part of her mind remembered her resolve to wait for her boyfriend to arrive. Despite her desire, her need, for a cock to finally bring her to orgasm, she was now past the point of logical thought and the only thing that mattered was extracting that amazing crescendo from her succulent body. Just as she felt herself building to the point of no return, her phone buzzed as a call came in. The horny teenager ignored it for a moment as she neared her peak, but a small part of her remembered her desire to save today's orgasm for Dave and his stiff cock. She continued to fuck herself on her vibrator, but slowed down the rhythm so as to keep her body just on the edge of orgasm, but not quite there. The hand on her tits reached out and picked up the phone, looking at the screen. The call was from Dave! What impeccable timing, she thought with a cheeky smile. She swiped to answer. "Hey there," she said, distantly aware she sounded breathless. "Hey babe, I'm on my way now, be there in 15. Hope you've got the tanning lotion ready!" Anna's vibrator was making soft slurping sounds now: she was withdrawing it fully, then driving it deep into her dripping pussy as she spoke, panting with excitement. "Ahhhh...Ohhh...." the moan escaped her lips, turned on by the stimulation she was unleashing on her young cunt and also by the fact that she was talking on the phone while doing so. "You alright babe?" "Fuck the pool, you're coming straight upstairs. Just get the fuck over here before I finish myself off!" The last bit came out almost at a shout and she threw the phone aside without waiting for a reply. If she had paid more attention to her phone, she would have seen a couple of messages from her girlfriends, but they went unnoticed. Almost time, she thought to herself. Having just drunk half a bottle of wine, Anna's inhibitions were already almost non-existent, and combined with her astronomical level of arousal, she wasn't the least bit nervous about laying herself bare and vulnerable before someone again. All that mattered was that Dave was going to fuck her soon, and her tight moist pussy was going cum all over his ploughing manhood. Such was her desperate arousal that she fully expected to explosively cum for her boyfriend almost immediately, likely only after a mere couple of strokes of his delicious cock. *** Nigel's heart was pounding. The camera continued to click away frantically. He'd been so sure he was about to witness her exquisite body convulse with orgasm, only to be disappointed at the last moment by her phone ringing! Still, she'd answered the phone and kept on fucking herself on her vibrator. He'd strained his hearing to catch what was said, but the last sentence had been loud and clear. Some lucky bastard was about to receive the fucking of a lifetime - the hot little blonde was evidently beside herself with lust and was clearly ready to ride the next cock to walk through her door all the way to a body wracking orgasm. For a fleeting moment he considered running over there himself, but he thought better of it. Instead, he quickly formed a plan as he clicked away, still capturing the attractive teenager grinding her dripping pussy onto her vibrator while she waited for a cock to finish her off. His tripod was downstairs in the storage room. Surely he'd have enough time to run down and collect it while that little sex doll's boyfriend made his way upstairs. He'd seen how she reacted to that tiny vibrator - it can't have been much bigger than his thumb - he could only imagine how she'd react when a throbbing man-pole was impaling her tight young cunt. If he could capture this fuck session on video... When a black sports car tore into the neighbouring driveway, parking crookedly, and a good looking young man rushed out, Nigel kept clicking away until his blonde target heard the doorbell ring. Then, simultaneously, both Anna and Nigel hurried downstairs to collect the final tool they needed to reach the perfect finale to the frantic afternoon. *** Anna almost ripped the front door off its hinges in her rush. Dave stood in the doorway stunned to find his normally conservative girlfriend standing before him dressed only in a set of black lace lingerie. He drank in the sight. He'd never seen her dressed like this before - sure, he'd seen her in her bikini a few times and that was hot as hell, but the lacy underwear seemed more sexy, and was definitely more revealing. Her ample breasts bulged out the top of her bra, which also pushed them together, creating a succulent amount of cleavage. Her toned flat tummy, narrow waist and round hips, long legs... But it was her face that really surprised him: there was an animalistic hunger that he'd never expected to find on the face of his somewhat reserved girlfriend. Without hesitating, Anna grabbed a fist-full of his shirt and yanked him inside. Slamming the door shut, she pinned him against the wall and instantly pushed her body against his, reaching up to embrace him in a long, lust filled kiss. Anna's heart was racing. Her mind swam as she felt Dave's tongue in her mouth. She ground her hips and chest against him, desperate for loving skin-to-skin contact. The fact that he was still clothed would have infuriated her if she weren't so obsessed with finding her own stimulation. Keeping her mouth locked against his, her hands frantically guided his: one to her sensitive breasts, the other so that it cupped her bubble-like ass cheek. She felt Dave's hands squeeze her hungrily and she moaned harder than ever: the very act of being held, groped, and kissed almost sending her desperate body into orgasmic fits. Dave managed to pry his mouth free - though his hands still massaged her soft, perfect womanly features. "Babe, what's gotten into you?" he gasped. Anna pulled away, and responded, "Just fucking get in the bedroom and take those fucking clothes off!" And she spun around, leading him by the hand to her upstairs bedroom. As he obediently followed her up the stairs, Anna was aware of Dave's hungry eyes practically glued to her swaying round ass. She made sure to wiggle it a little extra for him, and wondered if he could see, or even smell, her arousal. From Dave's angle, behind Anna, he had the perfect view; being lower on the stairs placed his girlfriend's perfect ass almost at eye level. He could see every little shake and wobble in that perfect bum as she walked, and the swaying of her hips was rapidly bringing his inexperienced cock to a raging hard-on. He'd had a couple of girlfriends before, but none of them came close to Anna in terms of sheer sexual beauty, and none had ever been as eager as she appeared now. He doubted that he could last 10seconds if she assaulted his cock in the way her hungry eyes suggested. Holy fuck, he thought when he noticed the glistening wetness that had soaked Anna's panties. He reached up and lightly flicked a finger across her slit, feeling the moist material and heat coming from underneath, extracting a longing moan from the nineteen year old beauty. As they entered her room, Anna spun around to face Dave, and began clawing at his clothing. As Dave ripped his shirt over his head, Anna was hurriedly undoing his belt and jeans. "Babe, the window..." Dave warned, noticing the open curtain, but Anna was too focused and didn't hear him. Instead, she pushed him onto her lush bed so he was flat on his back, and in the same motion grabbed the waistline of his jeans and yanked them down to his ankles. The slender teenager hungrily crawled on top of her boyfriend, straddling his bare six-pack with her tanned thighs, one hand supporting her upper body she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Her full breasts hung down and gently rested on his strong pecs, and she moaned as the sensation of her hard nipples rubbing against him through her lace bra sent waves of ecstasy through her body. She felt both Dave's hands grab her hips and they began exploring her ass, hips and lower back. Hungrily, Anna's free hand snaked its way between their bodies. She slipped her fingers inside his boxers and instantly wrapped her small hand around his hard cock, bringing a moan from her boyfriend. It felt hot and hard in her hand, and she could feel the blood pumping through it. This will be perfect inside me, she thought. Gripping firmly, she stroked her hand up and back only a couple of times before Dave's head fell back and he moaned hard. "Aghhhhhhh, yesssssss, I'm going to cuuu--" A flash of anger shot through Anna and her hand pulled away from Dave's throbbing member, just in time to avoid his impending orgasm. How dare he try to cum so quickly, she thought, when I've been holding myself back for a whole hour! But his moans had also egged her body on, and that irresistible craving took hold of her again. She leapt off him and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. "Ride my cock babe", Dave said. "You brought a condom yea?" Anna asked: as horny as she was, she didn't want to end up pregnant. "Just hurry up and get on my cock!" Dave responded, halfway between desperation and anger. "I'm not on the pill!" "Back pocket of my jeans, but quick!" As Anna frantically ripped open the condom packet, Dave sat up on the edge of the bed: he wanted to watch as his horny, blonde, busty girlfriend knelt in front of him and rolled a condom over his hard dick. Anna looked up from the now open condom packet and observed his dick for the first time. She was slightly disappointed; it didn't look like those 9-inch poles she'd seen in the porno's, rather, it was probably about 5inches long. It'll do, she thought, as long as it stays hard long enough for me to cum. Which would probably only be a dozen or so strokes of that stiff member in her vagina (she'd come down slightly from her aroused high as she'd been opening the condom without receiving any stimulation). Anna grabbed the cock that would soon be buried deep inside her moist pussy and rolled the condom down its length. She then quickly stood up, whipped off her panties and straddled Dave's waist, one of her slender legs was straight with the foot on the floor, the other bent as she lifted her foot onto the bed near Dave's waist, allowing her to lean forwards and over his erect pole. The pose also resulted in opening up her hips, stretching her tight young cunt open. With one hand she grabbed her boyfriend's head and roughly buried it into her ample cleavage. The other hand reached down and gripped his throbbing cock, firmly guiding it upright towards her waiting, dripping pussy that was suspended above. Finally! she thought, knowing she was about to cum on a real cock for the first time. Stroking the dick, feeling it's firmness in her hand, she dragged the head across her gaping love hole, stimulating her lobes, feeling her ass grind forward slightly, seeking fulfilment on its own accord. She shifted her chest slightly and pulled her one side of her bra down, exposing one of her erect nipples, which she guided towards her boyfriend's mouth. His tongue flicked across Anna's sensitive nipple, and she moaned, throwing her head back. Both Dave's hands gripped her ass, pulling her vagina further open. Lost in her own world of lust, Anna continued to stroke the rock hard cock and slowly lowered her pussy towards it. She felt the tip, the head, forcing her slick-with-moisture pussy lips open. She held it there, revelling in the sensation of her tight pussy slowly being parted by a throbbing rod. Her hips continued to gyrate uncontrollably as her body strove for its desperate release. Her entire body was quivering, shaking uncontrollably with lustful anticipation. Dave moaned beneath her, and Anna responded in chorus. "Nnnghhh..." "Ohhhhh..." "Ahhh...yessssssss." Just as Anna started slowly to lower her pussy down onto the impaling rod millimetre by millimetre, letting it force her dripping tight pussy open, the doorbell rang loudly. Anna froze, on the very edge of accelerating towards her long awaited, cock induced orgasm. The doorbell rang again, and she heard a female voice call out. Her friends must have arrived early for the party! "No..." she whispered, mind unable to think straight. She couldn't possibly continue - her friends would probably hear her moaning through the open window. But, likewise, she couldn't possibly stop. She was so close! Her lust-fuelled goal was within reach! All she had to do was impale herself on this hard cock beneath her, ride it up and down a few times and she was sure that she would finally reach her orgasm. As she considered this, she unconsciously continued to stroke the pulsating cock in her hand, and her hips continued to grind on their own accord, seeking more stimulation for her desperate pussy, but her legs and body were somehow frozen, preventing her from lowering herself further onto the cock. For seconds the world was frozen like this, Anna the 19 year old athletic and busty blonde straddling her boyfriend on the edge of the bed, one leg raised, with his face buried into her half exposed breasts, with only the first half inch of his cock entering her tight wet pussy; the only movement was the slight pumping motion of her one hand on his cock and the slight humping motion of her hips. Then, to her shock, Dave suddenly grunted loudly and convulsed, hips bucking forward, as his entire body stiffened and his head rolled back, eyes held tightly shut, his face contorted in the ecstasy of his own orgasm. "No! Not yet!!" she cried out in dismay. At his uncontrollable orgasmic bucking, Dave's cock slid out of Anna's dripping wet pussy and slid up between her round ass cheeks. Instead of helping his desperate girlfriend to reach her own orgasm with his cock buried balls-deep in her tight pussy, Dave's hot, thick spunk was instead spurting out into the condom as the cock rested on her ass. Desperately, Anna tried to force it back into position, but a combination of her cunt being so tight and his cock already starting to soften and deflate, meant her attempt was futile. "Fuck babe, that was so hot, I've never cum so hard or quickly before..." Dave's satisfied voice died out as Anna started hitting his chest with. "You asshole! You were supposed to make *me* cum, not the other way around! It's *my* birthday!!" She hadn't meant to shout, but that's how it came out. They stared at each other for a long moment, each as stunned as the other. Then they spoke at once. "I'm really sorry babe, I tried to hold back but you are just too hot and wild I couldn't help myself!" "No, I'm sorry Dave, I... I was the one who kept stroking you till you came, even though I'd stopped myself". She hadn't forgiven him - not after being let down so close to her goal - but she also knew he wasn't entirely to blame. Just then one of her friends called out, "Hey Anna! You alright hun? We know you're there - open the door or - or we'll climb through a window." That sent both Anna and Dave scrambling to find their clothes... *** From his next-door vantage point Nigel had seen the entire ordeal, and was standing stunned. His still rock hard black cock was throbbing in his hand as he held it, still stroking it, but much slower now. Like the young succulent blonde next door, he'd been on the very verge of cumming, but had been left spinning. After watching the hot little minx all afternoon, he'd been well and truly ready to blow his load, and had only been holding off so as to blow his load at the same time as her - waiting to see her fit womanly body become wracked in orgasm as the grand finale. His heart was thudding in his chest. Holy fuck, he thought. He had never witnessed anything as hot, as erotic as what he'd just seen. Anna Wade had been so completely obsessed, so desperate with the need to reach her climax, and yet she'd been completely and utterly let down by that young idiot. How the fuck could he cum like that, and leave that dripping pussy desperately unfulfilled? Not to mention the fact that the stupid fellow had not even fucked her! She'd just touched his black cock and he'd practically shot his load straight away. Bloody young men, he thought, all horny to blow their load but no control and no consideration about their sexual partner. Now, if that busty little blonde really wanted to get fucked properly, he thought, then she needs to go find herself a black cock who can last more than 10 seconds. And to boot, in that half-second pause when she'd seen her boyfriend's average sized cock, Nigel could have sworn there was a flash of disappointment! Nigel continued stroking his own stiff manhood, not for the first time proud with his thick 8inch dong. He let a fantasy run away in his mind for a few moments. He imagined that pretty face kneeling before him, her bulging chest heaving as she panted with desire. He imagined the surprised and hungry look on her face as she pulled down his underwear and saw his raging black cock for the first time. In his mind, she sucked him off hungrily, her full, luscious lips wrapped around his thick dick, eyes staring up at him. He held that image for a few moments, and then imagined himself sitting back onto the bed and the tanned blonde straddling him in the same way she had been straddling her boyfriend minutes earlier. He imagined her moaning with pleasure as she slowly impaled her tight cunt on his large erection. She would ride his black cock with abandon, before cumming hard, screaming his name, causing him to erupt deep inside her velvety young vagina. With Anna's bedroom now void of life, he reached over and stopped his camera, now mounted on a tripod, from recording its ultraHD quality film. Fuck. That film was sure to help him jack off for years and years to come. He hurried off to his office to download the video, but also made sure that he kept his mobile close-by in case there were any developments next door. As he re-watched the video, he wondered if there was a way he could make his dirty fantasy become reality... *** It was around 10pm and the party was in full swing, having really kicked off about 2 hours ago when the first additional guests (excluding Anna's close friends) started to arrive. The music was pumping out and alcohol was flowing. People were dancing and shouting to be heard over the noise. Here and there, the occasional young couple were making out in a corner, recklessly uncaring as their lustful desire was on display. Anna had completely lost count of the number of guests that had shown up. The line of cars disappeared down the street. She guessed well over 100 people were crowded into her parents mansion, possibly over 200. It was wild! Still somewhat pissed off with Dave for his earlier incompetence, Anna continued to drink and dance. To his credit, Dave hung close by her side, dancing with her and her friends, as though trying to make it up to her. She was doubly grateful. Firstly, it made her comfortable to know he was close by: it would stop anyone else from taking advantage of her while she was drunk. And secondly, it meant that he was close at hand, ready for when things quietened down and she could sneak him back upstairs to finish the job he'd started. She was still horny as fuck. She danced with him, grinding up close, sexual desire oozing out of her. Other partygoers noticed it too, and both male and female were turned on by the open display of sexual hunger the normally careful young woman exhibited. Some of the young teenage men tried to dance with her, and, drunk as she was, she would start grinding into them as well, before her boyfriend or one of her girlfriends would carefully guide her away. She was so caught up that she didn't notice that the party was beginning to spiral out of control. *** When the first empty beer bottle flew over the side fence and shattered against his side wall, Nigel jumped up with a curse. It was not long after 10pm, and the party next door wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. It was far too noisy to think about sleeping, not to mention he was hoping the young slut next door would head back up to her bedroom at some point to continue where she left off earlier - he had no doubt that her boyfriend would be ready to get hard again for her by now. Instead, he was watching Netflix in his living room, only half paying attention as he had his laptop on his lap with live feed to Camera 4, the one watching the Wade's house. While Anna's room lay empty and dark, the other window was... interesting. It was a spare room, which the Wade's used as a bit of a games room for their two daughters. Beanbags, TV, foosball and various games - just what you'd expect for a room like that. But tonight, it was being used by a few guests, and what they were up to was clearly illegal, and something that Aaron and Tiffany Wade would certainly not condone in the slightest. Two young men had made themselves comfortable in there, and the room was thick with smoke as they burned their way through cigarettes. That would have been bad enough in the Wade's eyes, but it wasn't the half of it. Every now and then one or two partygoers would come upstairs and enter the room. A few words here and there, the newcomers would hand over some cash, and receive a little something in return. Even if he hadn't seen a couple the clear ziplock bags filled with white pills, Nigel knew exactly what was going on. Dealing drugs. Highly illegal. And, if exposed, could land Anna Wade, possibly even her parents, on the wrong side of the law. Possibilities and ideas he'd never dreamed of were beginning to conjure in the businessman's mind. In the world of business, he'd made his millions by seeing an opportunity and taking it. Now this, this was something entirely new, yet, in some ways, entirely similar. His high quality DSLR was upstairs this very moment, capturing each shady exchange, as he pondered his next move. The beer bottles continued to fly over the fence, and when he heard a loud splash coming from his backyard pool, he knew something large had been thrown over the fence. All his security cameras were recording evidence, and his plan solidified in his mind. All he had to do was wait for the right moment. *** It was sometime after midnight, and Anna was wrapped up in her boyfriends searching arms, kissing him hungrily. They were in a corner of her living room, and while people continued to dance around them, she was completely oblivious. Her burning desire had finally reached breaking point; she could no longer push it aside. She needed Dave's cock in her pussy, now. Like, right now. She slithered a hand into his jeans, and took hold of his cock. It was rock hard again; a realisation which sent jolts of excitement. She moaned hungrily, lips still locked to her boyfriend's as his hands groped her perfect ass. "Fuck me, please?" she begged, breaking away, her thumbs tucking into her mini-shorts as she started to wiggle them down. "Woah there babe! Let's go upstairs, there's still people here," Dave hissed back quietly. "I don't care, just fuck me already!" Anna was too drunk to process what he'd said. Several people laughed at her outburst, a few guys looked on hungrily, hoping for a public show. One even pulled out his mobile to film. Dave, who, feeling bad about his earlier failure, had been eager to make amends with his gorgeous girlfriend, hadn't had much to drink at all. He saw the looks and felt horrified at these people's reactions. There were so many people here, and all the ones in this room now were complete strangers. He had an uneasy itch, and wanted to get his drunken girlfriend somewhere safe before things got out of hand. Leaning close, he whispered to Anna, "Take me to your bedroom, and I'll give you exactly what you want". Although it wasn't in his nature to take advantage of a drunken girl, he recognised the need to protect her, even from herself. "Oohh hmmm ok," Anna giggled drunkenly. *** As soon as he saw Anna and her boyfriend enter her bedroom, Nigel made a quick phone call. He knew the local police Sergeant personally, and all it took was a quick 1minute conversation to receive a guarantee that police cars would be over in a matter of minutes to break up the unruly party. By the time he reached the top of his stairs, Nigel was hanging up the phone and adjusted the DSLR camera back to the curvy blonde's bedroom window. *** Anna was beside herself with lust. As soon as her bedroom door shut, she dropped to her knees and pulled Dave's pants down for the second time today - she'd already undone his belt and zip coming up the stairs. She practically ripped his cock out and instantly wrapped her full lips around the tip. She'd always hated giving blowjobs - her last boyfriend had made sure of that by the way he'd try to coerce her into giving them, then trying to roughly jam his cock down her throat. But drunk and completely lost to her inner lust, she excitedly took Dave into her mouth. Her other hand was inside her shorts, rapidly rubbing her soaked clit. For a moment, Dave forgot about his noble nature to not take advantage of her. He felt Anna's warm, moist mouth wrap around his throbbing cock and moaned loudly. But, even as his inexperienced girlfriend hungrily slurped up his cock he regained his senses. "C'mon babe, let's get you into bed." He'd meant to let her fall asleep - no use her not even remembering the first time they fucked! She was so drunk it would probably happen quickly - but she moaned excitedly and leapt up, pulling him by his cock to the soft mattress. Finally, Anna thought, finally he's going to make me cum. She moaned with anticipation. But, just as she leaned forwards to kiss her boyfriend again, a loud, blaring siren cut it's way sharply through the music and the room was bathed in flashing blue and red lights. Dave jerked back and cursed. The police had turned up! The last thing he wanted was trouble with the cops at his girlfriend's parents place. They'd never forgive him if they found out! "Babe, the cops are here, I'll go and sort things out with them, they probably just want people to move on and turn the music down." "Forget the cops," Anna mumbled, "just fuck me..." But even as she said it, her head dropped back onto the pillow; Dave wasn't sure if she'd passed out or fallen asleep. Straightening, he hurried downstairs to smooth things over, closing the bedroom door behind him. *** Nigel smiled. Just as he'd planned, the cops had disrupted that little sluts hunt for orgasm again. Now, passed out, she wouldn't, wake till morning, by which time she'd be even hungrier for a good fucking. But, also by that time, the opportunity would have passed, as even now, her parents were receiving a phone call from the station and would be driving home shortly. But then, something unexpected happened. Someone had slipped into Anna's room, and it wasn't her boyfriend, or any of her other friends: it was one of the dealers from the next room! Nigel watched on, camera still filming... *** Toby closed the door behind him, heart pounding. He'd heard a female voice begging her partner to fuck her, then the cop cars had come and her date had rushed off downstairs. His own companion, Greg, had panicked, collecting the drugs they were selling and hike-tailed off: he was probably jumping the back fence this very instant. But Toby had other plans, and since Greg was rushing the stash to safety, Toby figured he had 10 minutes or so to spare. His eyes soaked in the sight before him. Holy shit, he thought. Sprawled out on the bed was an amazingly hot chick. Her blonde hair fanned out over the pillow, her cute face was still, obviously passed out or asleep. She wore a tight top, which was stretched across a set of perfectly full, ripe melons. The low neckline exposed a mouth-watering amount of cleavage. A slim waist and flat tummy, rounded hips, long athletic tanned legs. And, one hand was buried inside her mini shorts; evidently she had been caressing her pussy before passing out. Weighing up whether or not to indulge himself in her vulnerable cunt, Toby decided it was probably too risky. It was more likely that she would get a look at his face, and he didn't want to get charged with rape, only to have some fun. When he noticed her full, lush lips, he made his choice. He turned off the light so she would have a harder time seeing him if she woke, then moved forwards. *** Anna felt a pair of hands roughly squeeze her deliciously sensitive tits and moaned audibly. Dave came back, she thought. "Hmmmmmmm..." The hands massaged her tits for a few moments, then her expensive shirt was roughly ripped open, and she heard buttons being torn loose. Just as quickly, she felt her lace bra being roughly pulled down and her full boobs practically sprang free. "Ahhh-eeeeeeeeee!!!!" she squealed as fingers roughly flicked and rubbed her large, erect nipples. Her hand on her vagina had started its frantic rubbing motion; her level of arousal was climbing rapidly again. "Fuck me with your cock," she whispered. The hands froze for a second, then one pulled away and she heard a pair of jeans being pulled down. "Soon..." said a male voice. It didn't quite sound like Dave, but her mind was foggy and unfocused - of course it was Dave, who else would she let in her room? "Open up," he said, and again a small part of her wondered why Dave's voice sounded different. Then, she felt something hot and hard pressing against her lips. Something didn't feel right - Dave knew she was reluctant to give blowjobs and he would never just try to push his cock in her mouth unless she initiated it. Without thinking, she opened her mouth to say something, but instantly the hard dick pushed forwards roughly, filling her mouth. "Hmmmpfffff" was all that she could manage in protest through her meaty gag. Her eyes sprang open, and she looked up pleadingly to her boyfriend - what had come over him? The room was dark; the only light was the moon and blue-red flashing coming through the open window. Her eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but she thought Dave looked shorter and more solid. Had his hair changed? But, Anna's mind wasn't working properly, a result of being completely drunk and also totally aroused left little room for logical thought. I'm lying on my back and he's standing - it's just the angle, was all she could reason. The dick felt thick and hot in her young mouth - Dave's cock hadn't felt that thick when she'd taken it in her mouth only minutes earlier. He must be more turned on now, she thought groggily, despite a distant corner of her brain trying to sound a dire warning. The thick cock pushed forwards until she started to gag. "Hhaggghhh..." Her free hand came up and tried to push his pelvis back, but the pulsating cock remained firmly lodged in her throat. "Hhhaaaaggghhfffff..." She started to squirm, when suddenly the cock pulled back, all the way until the bulging head passed out of her lips. Mouth open, she gasped for air. Her vision was obscured as the throbbing cock hung directly above her face, twitching. The dangling ball sack was brushing her cheek. She felt a drop of liquid land on her cheek and realised that her own saliva was dribbling off the cock back onto her glowing face. "Suck my balls," the voice commanded. For the second time, she opened her mouth to protest, to demand Dave what had come over him, and for the second time her mistake was taken advantage of. He forced his balls into her unwilling mouth. She felt the soft sack fill her entire mouth, felt the weight of the two balls pressing into her tongue. Again, her free hand (the other was still skilfully rubbing her pussy) tried to push his hips away. But he grabbed her wrist and forcibly pinned her hand out to the side His other hand still roughly caressing her boob suddenly pinched her nipple and pulled it straight up. Her back arched, following her stretched tit. Her tits were so sensitive that the pleasure of the stimulation completely dominated the pain. "Ahhhhh hmmmmmm" she moaned around the ball sack that filled her mouth. "I said suck my balls, bitch!" her drunk brain was dimly aware that Dave would never talk to her like that, but before she could form a coherent thought, the fingers pulling her nipple twisted it painfully. "Aaahhhggfggghhhh!" she cried out, equal parts pleasure and pain, the sound muffled by the fleshy sack filling her mouth. One hand pinned to the side, her other finally pried its way free of her demanding, wet pussy in an attempt to rescue her assaulted breast. He let go of her tit to snatch her wrist, and the weight of her large sensitive breast falling back to her body sent a jolt of pleasure through the innocent teens body. He now held both her wrists, and forcibly guided one hand back to her pussy, and the other to his throbbing cock, which still hung inches from her face. Releasing her wrists, his hands moved back to her exposed breasts, which he began to massage roughly again. "Jack me off and suck my balls, I don't have all night." And he suddenly twisted both nipples hard to drive home the point. Obediently, Anna's hand wrapped around the throbbing pole and began jacking it off as instructed, while she also began slurping and sucking on his ball sack. As much as she despised the thought of sucking his balls, the young, vulnerable woman found her body starting to betray her. Her skin felt hot and sweaty, her heart rate was quickening, her breathing drew ragged, and the hand on her pussy fingered her lobes quicker than ever. "Ahhhhh aghhh gghhaaaaa" were the only sounds other than slurping and sucking to escape her moist lips. She began swirling her tongue around the fleshy ball sack, and heard her boyfriend moan in pleasure. Encouraged by his arousal, she tightened her grip on his throbbing cock and jacked him off faster than ever. If she had been capable of coherent thought, she would have wondered how Dave could withstand the furious speed of her hand and the succulent, moistness of her tongue massaging his balls without cumming when earlier today he had blown his load at a mere touch. She could feel his ball sack tightening and knew that he was about to cum. Her own body was so stimulated, so overcome by the various sensations it was experiencing that she felt herself finally hurtling towards her own orgasm. Suddenly, at the last possible second for both of them, his hands came away from her chest and he pulled her own hands away from their current assignments, also pulling his balls from her mouth with an audible pop and slurp. Her body reacted on its own; hands thrashed in his vice-like grip, trying to find his cock and her pussy, her chest arched up again, longing for his hands, and her neck craned forwards, trying to suck his hanging sack back into her mouth. "Noooooooo," she moaned loudly, uncontrollably. "I need it, please!" Even she wasn't sure whether she meant her own orgasm or his, or both. She felt him quickly and roughly repositioning her entire body, and, too stunned to protest, she let him. She was now lying on her back with her head over the side of the bed, neck bent back exposing her slender throat. He quickly positioned himself over her head and again her view was obstructed by his erect manhood as she felt his hanging ball sack brushing her cute, innocent face. He guided one of her hands onto her tits and the other to his ball sack. "Don't stop massaging them until I tell you," he commanded again. Instantly, the lust driven, naive blonde nineteen year old obeyed. She rubbed her sensitive nipple in one hand, and massaged his heavy ball-sack in the other, and they both moaned in unison. He then guided his thick, throbbing cock back towards her waiting mouth and she hungrily let him in. Instinctively, she swirled her tongue around his head as she used her neck and lips to fuck his cock in and out of her wet throat. She felt him begin to drive his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face as though it were her pussy. "Yea you slut, just like that, suck my cock," he grunted above her, and she continued to oblige hungrily. *** Toby couldn't believe his luck. He'd expected some form of struggle or resistance; instead, this amazingly sexy blonde seemed to be completely engaged and willing! With her lying prone on her back in front of him, Toby admired her taught toned tummy and the way her perfect tits shook and bounced on her chest with every rough thrust of his cock in her warm wet mouth. She was massaging one tit obediently, thumbing the nipple between her fingers and moaning in pleasure. Her other boob bounced dramatically with his rough thrusts, the pink nipple standing erect as it was tossed about. One of his hands came back to her chest and started roughly groping her other, fleshy breast. They were deliciously soft, yet firm at the same time, and large enough that he couldn't cover the entire breast in his hand. When he squeezed, the soft flesh bulged in his rough grip, and the slut moaned hungrily. His other hand stretched forwards and slipped inside her underwear, finding them completely soaked through! He fingered her lobes, toying with them, and saw her body respond involuntarily; she tensed and spread her long toned legs wider, giving him better access. "Yea, you're a little slut aren't you? Yea, you like that, bitch?" he said, as shoved a finger deep inside her hungry pussy. "Ahhhmmmm heeeee ahhhh aaaaaeeee" was the only reply the horny teen could manage around his thick cock as he exploited her innocent body. As his finger began fucking her dripping pussy, her hips began pushing back, seeking still more stimulation. This slut is desperate, he thought with a grin. In response, he began driving his own hips back and forth even harder and faster, fucking his raging cock inside her innocent teen mouth. As Toby continued his combined assault on her throat, tits and pussy, he felt the slut in front of him nearing her climax again, and this urged his own excitement. But, one thing he found just as arousing as the thought of forcing her to climax like this was the image of her begging him for her own release as he denied it... *** Anna gagged and spluttered on the thick cock as it mercilessly fucked her mouth. She could feel his full length hammering into her throat with abandon. If he fucks my pussy like this then I'll cum in no time, she thought, pinching her own nipple in excitement. But as he continued to pound away, abusing her face and throat while he fingered her pussy and groped her sensitive tits, she felt her orgasm building and knew for sure she was going to cum before his pole made it to her cunt. "Gghhhaaaa haaaaa ahhhhh aggghhhhhhhhh!!!" She was so close. The impending orgasm was all that mattered; her body was on the very verge of tipping over that blissful cliff into wild, heavenly orgasmic ecstasy. She felt the balls tighten as she massaged them, and responded by squeezing them tightly in her petite hand. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth as it drove in and out relentlessly, and she continued to swirl her tongue around its bulging head. Her partner cried out wordlessly above her as his cock hammered on. The very instant before Anna's toned, fit and busty body tipped over the edge and into her frantic orgasm, the man she thought was Dave cruelly pulled his finger out of her pussy and used his hand to rip her grip away from his heavy balls. At the same moment, his hand that had been molesting her tit tore her own hand from her other tit. Roughly, he pinned her hands out to the sides so she was spread-eagle and unable to move. "Aghhhhhhhhhh nhhaaagggg!" Anna cried out in frantic dismay as the man-flesh gag continued to pound down her throat, beside herself with desperation to receive the last bit of stimulation she needed to reach her orgasm. She was so close that a single feather touch on either nipple or her pulsing pussy probably would have been enough to make the young woman cum - but she was cruelly denied. Her chest heaved and her hips bucked as her whole body quivered and fought against the dominating man above her. But he relentlessly pinned her down, on her back, hands outstretched, mouth being brutally assaulted by his raging hard cock. Suddenly, she felt him drive his cock forwards so hard that his balls were pressed up against her nose, blocking her airway. The entire cock bulged momentarily before it began spewing his hot thick seed down the beautiful, vulnerable teens throat. His body locked rigid and his hips bucked, but all the while he kept his cock firmly jammed up the back of her throat. "Yessssssssss!!!!!!!" she heard him groan loudly. Anna choked and gagged, both disgusted and aroused at the same time at having the torrent of cum forced down her throat. Though she'd never swallowed cum before, now she desperately tried to gulp down each wave as it came gushing out from the throbbing dick - it was that or choke and suffocate on the thick, sticky seed. As the moments drew out, Anna's desperate thrashing took on a new meaning. With the still pulsing, but slowly softening cock still buried in her throat, and the heavy fleshy ball sack covering her nose, the vulnerable teen was unable to suck in air. Now she was thrashing in a frantic attempt to draw in precious oxygen. As suddenly as he had driven forward, Anna felt him pull back, and she gasped. He finally released her hands and roughly squeezed her tits, one last time. Despite everything that had just happened, Anna felt electric excitement shoot through her body - the onslaught that she had just experienced somehow heightening her body's erotic response to the stimulation. When he slapped her breast hard with a loud thwack! she moaned in pleasure. "Ahhhhhh, please, I need it too..." she gasped. "You really are a fucking slut aren't you," the man she thought was her boyfriend replied. A desperate slut, he thought, giving him a cruel idea. "I'll be back to finish you off in a couple of minutes, whatever you do, don't touch yourself." With one last, vicious slap on her other breast, causing her to cry out in pain, her assailant turned to leave. "Please, I need it," Anna begged. "Please just fuck me! Please!" But he disappeared and closed the door behind him, leaving the blonde nineteen year old beside herself, her ample chest heaving both in exhaustion and frustration. Yet, even as she waited with anticipation for his return and her promised sexual release, she slipped back into a deep alcohol induced sleep. *** Nigel collapsed onto the ground, completely spent. His body was shaking, his black cock was still rock hard despite having just spurted it's load all over the floor. He'd tried to restrain himself when it became apparent the young slut was being denied her own orgasm, but it had simply been too much. What did I just witness? he asked himself. That dealer had clearly taken advantage of that young attractive woman as she'd lain in her own bed, passed out and vulnerable. But, she'd begged him numerous times to fuck her; she'd hardly resisted him at all. In fact the only time she seemed actually distressed was when he'd denied her orgasm. It blurred the lines between right and wrong so much, Nigel wasn't sure whether he should call the cops or congratulate the young man on his conquest. Still. He knew a few things for sure. Firstly, amazingly, after all he'd witnessed today, that fit goddess Anna still hadn't cum despite her very best efforts. Secondly, her parents would probably be home in a matter of hours, and would very likely kick her somewhat blameless boyfriend out, meaning their horny daughter would be further deprived. And thirdly, he knew that if he could somehow get himself in a domineering position over her like that young man had moments earlier, then he was sure he could extract unprecedented orgasmic pleasure out of her young, desperate body. If only he had the right leverage... He glanced at his video camera and smiled wickedly. Well, after today, he had multiple sets of compelling leverage as a plan started to form in his mind. *** ...to be continued... ======== Chapter 2 ======== When Anna woke the next morning, the sun was already streaming into her bedroom; she'd slept in late. She sat up and groaned, head pounding. Fucking drank too much, she thought. What the hell happened last night? Everything was a haze. She tried to piece together the evening. She remembered the wild party and dancing with her friends. Instantly she felt a pang of guilt: her parents would be furious! She hoped there wasn't too much mess or damage. They'd never allow a wild party under their roof! Her recollections of the latter part of the night were blurry at best, and as she looked around her room she realised she had no idea how she got there. She remembered dancing with Dave, grinding against him in youthful exuberance. Fuck, he is good looking! she thought. Then she looked around and frowned; she had expected to wake up next to him, and yet the room was empty. What's more, she realised she was fully clothed. Well, kind of - her shorts were still on, but her bra was down around her waist and her shirt was completely open, her large full breasts hung against her chest, half exposed by the ruined garment. Dave must have been really excited, she thought to herself with a smile, but why didn't we fuck? Some part of her knew deep down that whatever had happened last night, they hadn't had proper sex and she hadn't cum either. Concentrating, the hungover blonde wracked her brain for more haphazard recollections. She remembered making out with Dave downstairs and blushed - since her last boyfriend, Anna made a point to keep that kind of behaviour strictly private. The blonde absently rubbed one of her ripe tits, and realised it felt tender. Looking down, she thought she saw the faint red outline of a handprint. Had Dave really been that rough? He'd always been so gentle and caring, almost to a fault - sometimes she wished he would be just a little more pushy, a little rougher with their innocent play. I must've really driven him wild last night, she thought with satisfaction. Her jaw and throat also felt sore, now she thought about it. A disgusting thought crossed her mind. Surely I didn't go down on him? She stood unsteadily and looked in the mirror, there was no crusty, drying cum on her face or tits. Momentarily relieved that nothing had happened, she suddenly caught a flash of a distant memory: frantically swallowing hot, sticky cum as it erupted down her throat. She gagged at the memory. Yuck! Yuck yuck yuck! Anna had always found the idea of swallowing cum as disgusting as she found the smell, taste and texture. She hated giving blowjobs! Had she really been that drunk that she had not only allowed Dave to stick his cock in her mouth, but also cum there? She really needed to find her boyfriend to clear up yesterday's events. At that moment she heard a car door bang shut and an engine kick to life. Dave! He must be leaving! Her brain was still slow and groggy: she never considered whom else the car could belong to. Anna frantically grabbed a tee shirt and dashed out the door, pulling it over her head, desperate to catch her boyfriend before he left. As she sprinted for the front door, she was completely oblivious to the state of her parents house: beer and wine bottles everywhere, the stench of alcohol mixed with vomit, smashed bottles, rubbish and other discarded items strewn about. She burst out the front door only dressed and froze, shirt only just pulled over her bouncing breasts, but not pulled properly down to cover her stomach. The large, imposing figure of her dad stood in the driveway, back to her, his wife at his side. They were talking to a police officer, who was sitting in his vehicle with the window down. Another man stood a few metres away, arms folded and wearing a dark expression. The police officer was the first to notice her. "Well, it looks like your young troublemaker made it after all Mr Wade," he said. "See that you sort things out here. You know that I don't like pressing charges if I don't have to. But some of the neighbours here are furious." Neither of her parents had turned to look at her when the officer had announced her presence. Anna's heart began to race. Shit shit shit! The Police were getting involved? And he'd mentioned pressing charges! Her mind swam and she felt her chest tighten with panic. "Of course officer, believe me, I don't condone what happened here anymore than anyone else on this street," Anna's father replied, his voice tight. The officer turned and addressed the other man standing in the driveway. "Thanks for your time Mr Barassi. If you can send through that video footage from your security cameras, that would be very much appreciated." It was only then that Anna realised the other man standing there was her neighbour, the middle aged businessman who lived on his own. "Will do Sergeant, will do. I'll give you a call once I've sent it through." Mr Barassi replied. "Are you still good for golf on Wednesday?" "Sure thing." With that, the officer gave a final farewell to her parents and drove off down the road. Her dad finally turned around, his eyes dark with fury - Anna had never seen him this angry before. Her mum wore a similar expression, arms folded under her breasts. Anna gulped. Oh shit, she thought, here it comes. But when her father spoke, it wasn't to address his daughter. "As I said earlier Nigel, you have our sincere apologies about what happened here. Tiffany and I have completely misunderstood the level of maturity we thought our daughter was capable of. Clearly we are far too lenient with her." "Yes clearly," Nigel responded. Anna was surprised, Nigel had always been polite to her parents, but his voice was almost mocking. "Perhaps if charges were laid she might understand accountability as an adult." Anna's mother stiffened but her father responded, in a negotiating tone of businessman to businessman. "Nigel, she will learn about responsibility. But I'd prefer if my daughter didn't end up with a criminal record. Perhaps we can talk things through. I would invite you into our sitting room, but unfortunately our daughter has seen fit to cover the place with beer bottles and vomit..." The Wade's neighbour took the hint smoothly, "From a parent's point of view, I can see where you're coming from. Why don't you all come over, we can discuss this in my aircon." As Nigel and her father turned to go next door, Anna's mum approached her. When she spoke, her voice was a mix of cold fury and, surprisingly, concern. "Anna. Your Dad and I are very disappointed in what happened here last night. We've already spoken to Dave -" Anna's stomach dropped: this wasn't how her parents were meant to meet her boyfriend! "-and he said that the small party you two had planned got far out of hand -" Anna's heart skipped a beat: her perfect, caring boyfriend had tried to protect her by taking the blame "- but, you need to answer me honestly. Other than the party escalating, did anything happen last night that you didn't want to happen? Did anyone, anyone at all, pressure you into doing anything you didn't want to do?" "W-what?" Anna stumbled, surprised and confused. Her mum was genuinely concerned, but what about, her pounding head failed to connect the dots. Tiffany's pretty face frowned with concern. "Honey, did anyone pressure you into anything? Did anyone take advantage of you in any way?" Suddenly it dawned on her, and the nineteen year old blushed furiously. "Oh, no mum, nothing like that happened... I mean... I think... No, Dave was with me the whole time, and he only left my side when the police came." She had a vague recollection of Dave rushing downstairs when the police sirens came. But, strangely, she also had a distant memory of feeling him hammer his rock hard cock into her throat with the flashing police lights still lighting up the room. Somehow, the two memories didn't fit properly, but she failed to understand how. "Are you sure honey?" her mum probed. "Yes, yes of course, nothing happened," Anna managed. Satisfied, Tiffany gave her daughter a quick smile, then straightened, and then the furious mother was back. "Well, while your dad and I try to convince our neighbours not to push charges for your party causing damage to their properties, I want you to go straight to the kitchen and sit at the table until we get back. And don't even think of getting your phone, or leaving that chair." *** Nigel closed the door behind Mr and Mgrs. Wade as they left, and smiled. That had gone absolutely perfectly. He'd played the angry neighbour card well, and in an effort to protect their precious daughter, the Wade's had made offers that perfectly matched his goals for the meeting, without him even needing to make the suggestions! The 53 year old turned from the door and set about preparing for his next set of plans. *** Anna sat silently as her parents explained both their own punishment for her, and the agreement they had reached with the neighbours, both Nigel and the Robinson's who lived on the other side. They'd made it explicitly clear that she was to sit silently while they spoke. Firstly, she was grounded until her parents decided otherwise - and Anna got the impression that wasn't going to be anytime soon. No going out with friends or Dave and certainly no friends allowed to visit her here. She wouldn't be given her car keys, or keys to any car for that matter until further notice. She wasn't to leave the house, or yard, unless her parents were taking her out. She could watch her University lectures online. Lastly, they were taking her credit card from her, so she had no access to money. Anna was shocked and furious: she was a nineteen-year-old adult now, how could they ground her like this!! But, one look at the state of her parent's house was enough to keep her mouth shut. When they started explaining the damage that had been caused to the neighbouring properties, especially Mr Barassi's, the nineteen year old blonde sunk lower in her seat. Between the two neighbouring properties there were multiple smashed windows, both front gardens trampled, smashed glass and bottles everywhere in the back yards. And, Nigel Barassi's expensive outdoor dining set had been thrown into his swimming pool. The Wade's own swimming pool had experienced a similar fate, as had their front and back yards. To repair the damage, both to property and to neighbourly relations, Anna was to spend 3 hours today cleaning and fixing each of her neighbour's yards. The rest of her time was to be spent fixing and cleaning her parents place. Anything she didn't get done today she would go back to the next day, and so on. And, her parents had made it crystal clear that neither they, nor the neighbours would be lifting a single finger to help. She would pay for anything, such as broken windows, that she couldn't fix or clean on her own later. Anna didn't know what that meant - now that they had taken her credit card she had no money! To finish up, her parents explained that it was in her own self-interest to follow these instructions to the letter: if not, the neighbours may yet push for criminal damage to their property. "Is that all crystal clear, Anna?" her father finished. "Yea," the sullen nineteen year old mumbled to the table, eyes downcast. Her mum cleared her throat at the tone of her daughter's reply, "Watch your manners and tone Anna. If you act like that when you help the neighbours, then your father and I may reconsider how lenient we are with you." Anna's eyes widened in disbelief and she opened her mouth to argue before she caught herself: her parents' glares allowed no argument. "Yes mum," Anna responded, still glumly. "Good. Well your father and I have to head out to the conference now. We'll be back this evening, 9 or 10 pm. You'll get yourself ready and head over to the Robinson's first - they're expecting you there in 30min. Once you've done your 3 hours there, you'll go straight over to Mr Barassi at 3:30. And once you've done 3 hours at his place you can take half an hour off back here at home to eat dinner, then you can get stuck into our place. Understood?" "Yes mum," the teenage daughter replied. *** Hours later, Mrs Robinson came outside to check on Anna. It was another scorching hot day, and the young blonde was kneeling down in the full sun, picking up bits of glass. Anna was glad it was Mrs Robinson and not her husband who came out. She'd always liked the grandmotherly neighbour, but her husband had always been a grumpy old sod. After last night, he'd been the one demanding police to press criminal charges. From what Anna had overheard, Mrs Robinson was one of the main reasons she hadn't been charged yet. The elderly lady seemed to take pity on the young girl, and had even helped her pick up some of the bottles until Mar. Robinson had seen and demanded that Anna work alone, as per the agreement with her parents. "Thank you dear," the elderly woman said. "That's your time done for today, and thank you so much for the effort you've put in." Anna smiled up at her and stood slowly, stiff and sweaty from spending hours on her hands and knees picking up bits of glass from the lawn. "Thank you Mrs Robinson," the nineteen year old replied. "And sorry again about last night, it really wasn't meant to end up like this." That was the simple truth. "I know dear, I know. Truth be told, I had a similar thing happen to me when I was about your age." "What, really?" Anna exclaimed in disbelief. With a wry smile the old lady continued, "Why yes, a surprising lot of us do things in your youth that we later regret. Still, I think people learn more from their mistakes than from anything else. Before you know it, you'll be back with your friends, and a little wiser for it, I'd bet." Anna smiled. "Thanks Mgrs. Robinson." "I think," she paused, smiling. "Yes I think that you've done enough here, don't worry about coming back tomorrow. Run along now, you're halfway through your day's work." Somewhat buoyed by the friendly grandmotherly figure, Anna dusted off her knees and carried out the bag of glass to the front bin before heading to Mr Barassi's house. *** When the doorbell rang, Nigel jumped. He'd been getting nervous with anticipation, and had almost changed his mind about his plans for this afternoon. But, one quick look at his video from the previous night steadied his resolve. Doing his best to hide his excitement with a stern face, he opened the front door. Anna Wade, the slim blonde University student from next door stood waiting in his doorway. She wore what Nigel took to be fitness clothing: shin length fitness tights that showed off her slim athletic legs, and a pretty fitness top, which seemed to have a sports bra and loose singlet all one piece. Despite the fitness bra being tight for support, her breasts still looked large and full, although Nigel was disappointed to see the outfit hid her cleavage well. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and there was sheen of sweat on her tanned skin. The attractive model could have been returning from a long run, but Nigel knew she'd been working in her other neighbours yard. She looked slightly embarrassed at being here, but otherwise seemed in a relatively good mood, which Nigel found surprising. "Hello Mr Barassi," the young blonde greeted. "I'm really very sorry about what happened last night. It was only meant to be a few friends, but really got out of hand." "Yes, well, you've got a lot of work to do to make up for everything don't you?" Nigel replied. The blonde's somewhat upbeat mood visibly deflated, she looked down at the ground, face going slightly red: Nigel wasn't sure whether from anger or shame. He smiled inwardly. "Well, come on in, we don't have all day, and things won't get fixed on their own." He spent the next 15 minutes pointing out to Anna all the damage that had been caused by her party last night - it was much worse than the Robinson's place. Unbeknownst to the innocent teenager, Nigel had added a few extra pieces of damage himself, to ensure there was more work to keep his young neighbour busy. There were smashed bottles everywhere. All of his pot plants were destroyed, 3 of his windows were completely shattered. One of his security cameras - that had been genuine damage - someone with a good arm had managed to knock it off the wall with a wine bottle. Snapped branches on his hedge out the front, and a dozen of his smaller plants had been completely trampled beyond saving. Nigel finished his tour of the damage in his backyard. Some idiot had thrown one of his good outdoor armchairs into his pool. But, that had given him an idea, so the crafty businessman had added the rest of the set to the pool in the early hours of the morning. Thousands and thousands of dollars of damage there, he told her, and she was not only going to clean up, she was also going to foot the bill for replacing the furniture, windows and camera. He made sure she knew that, and judging by her visible distress each time he mentioned it, his guess that her limitless funds from her parents had dried up. *** Anna was almost in tears. How could things have turned out so badly yesterday? She'd actually been feeling positive about getting through the work quickly when she'd been cleaning up at the Robinson's earlier, but Mr Barassi's place seemed a hundred times worse. She was getting close to open panic, but the threat of her parents' anger and the fear of the neighbours calling the police again kept her in check. "So, um, where should I get started, Mr Barassi?" "Hm well, that outdoor set that's sitting in the pool might be salvageable if it doesn't sit in the chlorine too long. You can start by getting it all out." Anna looked at the tangled pile of chairs in the pool and groaned in distress. It looked like hard work, and she was already physically and emotionally tired. "What, have a better idea?" Her neighbour challenged. "Um, well, it's just that I'm already exhausted, and, well, maybe I was hoping you'd let me pick up the glass today? I promise I'll do the pool tomorrow." But the 50-something year old simply looked down at her with cold eyes and shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I don't want that set ruined if it can be saved. And it's in your best interest as well - that set cost over 8 thousand dollars - think you can pay that off yourself anytime soon without mum and dad's help?" 8 thousand dollars! Anna's mind swam. She'd never had a job, she had no idea how she could pay that off. But, she was also a bit uneasy about jumping in the pool at her neighbours house with him there, watching - doing it tomorrow when he was at work would be much more comfortable. "But, I, ah, I don't want my clothes to get wrecked. I'll come back tomorrow with my bathers, I promise!" Mr Barassi shook his head and smiled, and there was something in his eyes that sent a shiver down the young blonde's spine. "No. If you can bring your bathers tomorrow then you can march home now and get them today." Anna's gut tightened. That wasn't how her argument was meant to have gone! The last thing she wanted today was to jump in the pool in her bikini with this older man watching! She looked down and frantically tried to think of another excuse, but none came. "Well," barked Nigel. "Better hurry up. Your three hours can start when you get yourself back here ready to start working." As she trudged back to her room, Anna's mind reeled. Shit shit shit! She only had one set of bathers - she'd thrown out her other ones a week ago when she'd bought her new bikini. Her new, tight, revealing bikini that she'd meant as a surprise for her boyfriend when they had some time alone at her parents pool. Back in her room, she tried them on again, she felt sick. There was absolutely nothing modest about them - that's why she'd chosen them, to show off to Dave! Her nipples were clearly prominent, and the triangle of red material that was supposed to cover each boob left plenty of her soft breasts nakedly visible. The amount of cleavage would send any man into a spin! The only part of the bikini that covered flesh effectively was the underside, but that only served to hold her full breasts firmly up and prominent, while also ensuring they were held tightly together to give that mouth watering cleavage she knew Dave drooled over. Except it wouldn't be Dave who she'd be wearing them for! As if that wasn't bad enough, the bikini bottoms really clung to her round ass, showing off its perfect shaped figure. Resigned, she quickly pulled a tee shirt and shorts over the top of the bikini (no point in walking next door in only her bathers), grabbed a change of clothes and went back next-door. *** "You can leave your stuff over there," Nigel instructed when Anna was standing in his backyard again, pointing to a stool over by the back door. He watched as the fit blonde walked to where he instructed and set down her spare clothes. She then paused, glanced at him then quickly away again, clearly uneasy about stripping down to her bathers with him standing there. As much as he wanted to watch the busty nineteen year old strip off for him, Nigel exercised a not-insignificant amount of self restraint: he turned his back politely, giving her the semblance of privacy. A few moments later, he heard her soft footsteps walking up behind him. Instead of turning, he let her come alongside him. When she reached him, he glanced over at her: it took all his self control not to openly stare. She had her arms folded in front of her protectively in a vain attempt to cover herself. The red bikini left plenty of her full, ripe breasts open on display, and also pushed them forwards and together. Her smooth tanned skin held a slight sheen and while he guessed that she'd already rubbed on sun lotion there were also a few beads of sweat on her brow. The fitted bikini bottoms somehow made her perfect ass seem even more round and delicious. As his black cock twitched and began to swell in his shorts, it was all he could do to stop himself reaching out a hand that very instant. The beautiful blonde shifted uncomfortably next to him, and Nigel tore his gaze away, hoping that it hadn't been obvious that he'd been soaking in her stunning figure. Clearing his throat, Nigel broke the silence, "So, if you can just set all the chairs in the sun over there to dry. Once you've done that, come find me and I'll let you know what to work on next. I'll be in the office - I need to go over the security footage from last night before I send it to the Sergeant Miles." He saw the innocent nineteen-year-old tense at the mention of the police. Good, he thought, she's still nervous about that threat. "Yep, ok," the blonde responded quietly, but she made no move towards the pool, clearly waiting for Nigel to head inside before lowering herself into the cool sparkly water. Reluctantly, Nigel decided to give her some space this time - there was no point freaking her out before he had a chance to spring the final part of his trap. Besides, one of the security cameras was conveniently angled directly at the pool - he could watch her from the comfort of his office. He turned silently and walked inside. *** When the door closed behind Mr Barassi, Anna let out a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. She'd never felt so exposed or uncomfortable in her life, standing there in her bikini next to her neighbour, alone in his backyard. She'd never really spoken to him before, but standing there vulnerable like that she realised that he was a good foot taller than she was and seemed muscled: he would be easily able to overpower her. Though he'd tried to hide it, there had been no mistaking the hungry look in his eyes when he'd glanced sideways at her. She was used to getting stares from men, and secretly enjoyed it, but alone in his backyard was another thing altogether. Still, he had gone inside now, leaving her to go about her chore. She stepped forwards, and sat down at the edge of the pool. The water was welcomingly cool on a hot day like today. She let out a sigh. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all... with no one else around it was kind of like hanging out in her own backyard pool on a hot day. The tanned blonde slipped gracefully into the water and dove under, taking a moment to enjoy the cool relief from the hot sun. After a few brief moments to herself, Anna set to work. It wasn't hard per se, but neither was it easy, untangling the deck chairs one by one in the pool, swimming and dragging them to the edge, then trying to force them over the side. On a number of occasions she had to dive down to untangle an arm or cushion strap that was caught to another chair beneath the surface. Caught up in her job, the innocent blonde didn't notice the surveillance camera mounted half hidden on a far corner of the house. Neither did she notice the brief movement over by the door, as Nigel quickly slipped outside, then back inside just as quick. It was about three quarters of an hour later that Anna finally had the last chair out of the pool and sitting on the lawn in the sun drying off. Relieved to have the pool work behind her, she padded over to the back door to slip back into the security of her clothes before finding Nigel to get her next task. However, as she approached the stool where she'd left her clothes, her stomach dropped and an uneasy feeling settled over her: her clothes were gone. Frantically, she looked around, naively hoping they'd just been moved nearby, but they were nowhere to be seen. What the hell, she thought. Why would they have been moved? Where the fuck are they? Nigel must have moved them for some reason, then forgotten to put them back, she reasoned. Her innocent mind refused to consider any other possibility. The distressed blonde paced back and forth several times, trying to think of what she should do. Should she sneak back home? Should she try to find a towel or clothes in Mr Barassi's house? She didn't think that was a good idea - he might get furious if he caught her snooping around. In the end, she decided that she would quickly run back home, get changed, then come back to finish her work. She opened the back door quietly, and slipped inside. Still dripping wet from the pool, she tiptoed quietly for the front of the house, heart pounding and praying that her host was still holed up in his study. As she rounded the corner from the kitchen she could see the front door. Almost there, she thought. Suddenly, she heard Mr Barassi's voice call out from a room somewhere behind her. "Anna, if you've finished, please come into my office." Her heart froze. Shit. Shit shit! She was standing inside her neighbour's house, still dripping wet from the pool, wearing only her bikini, and he'd chosen that moment to call her into his office! The panicking innocent blonde desperately scanned for a blanket or a towel, anything, to cover herself, but the kitchen and living room were bare of any helpful garments. Mind racing, she tentatively called back, "Um, I'm so sorry Mr Barassi, but I seem to have left my change of clothes back home. I'll just run over and get dressed." She closed her eyes and prayed for a favourable response; there was a momentary pause before he responded. "My office, Anna," the voice called back. Shit! Shit! "Please Mr Barassi, I'll only be a few minutes then I'll be right back!" "Now!" Defeated, the dripping blonde followed the command. *** Nigel's heart raced. This was it. He still didn't know if he really had the guts to follow through with his plan - it was blackmail at its worst, and he could get into serious trouble if things went pear shaped. Jail time, almost certainly. He quickly minimised the window on his computer that had his recently added (this morning) indoor video cameras. He'd rigged various rooms with numerous cameras at different angles, and had been watching Anna carefully make her way to the front door. As he heard his young guest's tentative footsteps approach, he spun his office chair around to face the doorway, and his breath caught in his throat. All doubt, all thought of backing out, was swept aside the instant he laid eyes on the young woman nervously entering his office. Despite her best efforts to cover herself with her arms, Nigel still got enough of an eye-full to turn his blood hot. Her full breasts wobbled inside the bikini as she walked, beads of water still trickling down the delicious cleavage from her wet hair. Her long athletic legs and smooth stomach were only meters away, and finally without any fabric for protection. Her round ass swayed beneath her narrow waist as she walked forwards. Her pretty face was etched with innocent concern and trepidation. Eyes darting around the room, she nervously spoke, "Um, Mr Barassi, I'd feel much more comfortable if I could quickly run home and get dressed properly. I feel... this isn't... I really should dress properly." Nigel smiled. Fuck, but she was cute when she was nervous! "Soon. But first, I need you to take a look at some of my security footage." The blonde shifted uneasily, "Umm, ok..." Nigel reached over and clicked play on one pre-selected video file. It was a 5-minute clip of his footage last night showing multiple drug trades taking place in Anna's parents home. He watched intently as the young blonde realised what had been happening, her nervousness at being dressed only in her bathers seemed to fall away forgotten, she leaned forwards towards the screen, disbelief and worry clear on her pretty, petite face. "Oh shit..." she whispered as the clip ended. Nigel chuckled mirthlessly. "Yes, that's one way to put it. What do you make of it?" "Um, well someone was... well... selling drugs," the last bit came out all in a rush. Nigel leaned forwards. "That's exactly what is happening. Imagine if the police knew? It is a serious offence to be involved with selling drugs isn't it?" "Yes but, but I didn't know it was happening!" Anna cried defensively. "I don't even know who they are!" Nigel smiled wickedly. "Are you positive? Are you absolutely sure? Because they're in your house, in the room next to your bedroom, at your birthday party. I think the police would at the very least look for any association you may have with these dealers. If they could find a link, I'm sure they'd count you as a key part of the gang, possibly even the ringleader, selling the illegal substance." "No no no! I definitely don't know who they are! I've never met them before! Please Mr Barassi, please you have to believe me!" The sight of the beautiful blonde practically begging him sent electric excitement through Nigel. Time to push on. "Very well. I could almost believe you... except..." he let himself trail off. "Except what?" "Except for this," Nigel clicked on the next video clip. *** As the second video started to play, Anna's world seemed to unravel. Her heart began to beat, her hands grew sweaty, and her mind span, but she was incapable of anything other than watching the scene unfold in horror. She watched with a strange sense of deja vu as one of the dealers entered her room. She felt afraid when the dealer approached her sleeping body, sprawled on the bed. When his hands began groping her, she felt violated, yet was surprised to see that she offered no struggle when she began to wake up. When she opened her mouth and let the stiff cock in, she wanted to scream and run, but she was unable to move a muscle. To her horror, she saw her body respond to the dealer's touch, her hips were gyrating and she, surprisingly, seemed eager to participate. When the scene reached its climax, the dealer erupting his cum down her throat Anna watches in utter horror as her recording thrashed about frantically trying to make herself cum, actually crying out pleading with the dealer to make her cum, Anna sunk to her knees shaking. "No," she whispered. "No no no." She felt hollow. She felt violated and used. Yet she was far more shaken by seeing herself acting completely willingly, even begging the dealer to finish herself off. She couldn't comprehend how she could have acted like that, with a complete stranger no less! She heard Nigel Barassi clear his throat and looked up at him with round eyes, she'd all but forgotten that he was there. She was suddenly hit with a fresh wave of shame and embarrassment when she realised her neighbour had recorded the scene, but also seen it! When he spoke, it was in a cold, businesslike manner. "As I'm sure you will realise, if the police were to see those two clips, they would not only know that drugs were being sold last night at your parents' house, they would also know that you implicitly, and intimately, know the dealers on a personal level. I would imagine that it would be very compelling evidence for you to be charged with equal crimes as the dealers themselves." Anna felt tears welling in her eyes. How could things have turned out so horribly wrong for her? She wasn't a criminal! If anything, she was the victim! But the video footage, played like that, painted a very different picture to how she saw herself. "Please Mr Barassi, you have to -" Nigel cut her off curtly. "You will address me as 'sir'." The teenager's head snapped up in surprise, "What?" "You heard me the first time." Unsure where this was headed, Anna continued, "Please... sir... please, I didn't know what was happening, I've never been involved with drugs in any way." "After last night, and that video footage, you expect me to believe that pathetic excuse?" Nigel responded coldly. "Please, please don't show the police, or my parents, I'll do anything! Please!" Nigel sat back, clearly considering. "Anything, you say?" Something in his voice made Anna feel uneasy, but she was too afraid of the damage the videos could cause to listen to the silent warning in her mind. "Yes, anything," she whispered. "Until you've finished cleaning up the mess from last night?" "Y-yes, Mr Barassi. Just please -" "That's 'sir' to you, remember?" "Umm, ok... um sir... just please don't show anyone!" "Very well. I accept your offer. Come here." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor directly in front of him. Anna jumped at the sharpness of the command. She hesitated a moment, but then began to stand. "I didn't say you could stand," Nigel snapped. "But I -" "Are all blondes this thick?" Nigel scolded, and Anna felt herself blush with anger. "No arguments or our deal is off." Reluctantly, Anna obeyed. She knelt back down, then crawled forwards, acutely aware of how ridiculous the situation was. She was dressed only in her bikini, and was crawling across the floor to her older neighbour! The young woman could feel her full breasts hanging down from her chest, swaying as she moved. This is hardly appropriate! She thought. She stopped when she reached the point that Nigel had pointed to. It was uncomfortably close to him - her head was only a foot away from his crotch, and his legs were spread wide on his office chair. A part of her screamed for her to get up and run - but she was bound by fear of the video threat. "Very good. Now, you'll give me the same treatment you gave that young man in the video." Nigel's tone was hard and matter-of-fact like. "What? No way you pervert!" Anna replied, disgusted at the mere suggestion. She pulled back and made to stand, but was not quick enough. Nigel caught her wrist and with an iron grip, he roughly twisted her arm in the same motion as pulling her wrist down to the floor. Sharp pain shot through her elbow and shoulder as she was yanked forwards and down. Anna looked up with a look of mixed surprise, fury and terror. As she struggled to free her arm, Nigel leant forwards until their faces almost touched, she could see an animalistic hunger in his cold eyes. "Let me make this absolutely clear, you little bitch," Nigel hissed. "That's your first and only warning. Displease me again and you'll be punished. You will do exactly as I say, and you will do it well, or your pretty little ass will be going straight to jail. Do you fucking understand?" "Let go of me you sicko! I'll never do anything like that!" Anna struggled to pull her hand from his grip, but to no avail. For a moment, Nigel didn't reply. Then, suddenly, he let go of her wrist. With the sudden loss of resistance, Anna overbalanced and toppled backwards, landing with a surprised *ooofff* on her ass in an awkward position, legs spread with one foot tucked under her ass uncomfortably, and her arms thrown backwards to catch herself. Nigel was leering down at her, openly staring at her scarcely clad body - Anna felt a fresh wave of anger and embarrassment. What the hell was he thinking! Surely he knew that she wouldn't just let this suggestion slide - she'd be going straight to the police to report him! But Nigel seemed as cold as ever. "Fine. Head home. Go on, you're free to go, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." Anna stared at him in open disbelief, but before she could figure out his sudden change of tact, he continued. "Me though. I'm calling the police station right this instant. It just so happens I have a good friendship with Sergeant Miles, whom you met this morning. By the time he answers his phone I will have sent those two videos to his personal, and work, emails. I hope you enjoy your stay in jail." He paused, staring down at her. "You can change my mind, of course, if... if your pretty little mouth is wrapped around my black cock before reception puts me through to his desk, then I will hold off from sending the videos for now. Your choice, princess." And with that, he reached over, picked up his mobile, and began dialling a number. Anna's mind reeled. What the hell was happening? Surely this was all some sick joke! "Mr Barassi, please I -" she cut off as she heard the phone ringing on the other end of the line - he was dead serious. How could things have come to this! She was a smart, rich young woman, with a good sense of independence - there was no way she was going to let some horrible older man use her like that! She had always hated the idea of blowjobs, and had made as much clear to both her current and previous boyfriend. A ladies voice answered the phone, and Nigel explained that he wanted to talk to Sergeant Miles. The receptionist confirmed the Sergeant was in the office but was just in a meeting with another officer, and asked if Nigel would like to hold the line or call back. Nigel opted to hold the line. But, as much as Anna hated the idea of caving to her neighbour's unreasonable demands, the thought of going to jail absolutely terrified her. Not to mention having the criminal record would haunt her for the rest of her life! What would her parents think? Their anger and disappointment was possibly worse than the actual jail threat. She even spared a thought for her boyfriend Dave; would he still like her if she went to jail? Surely he'd leave her if he found out the reasoning why - that she'd sucked off a drug dealer while he was trying to protect her! But what would he, or her parents, think if they found out she'd let her neighbour bully her into more perverse acts? She felt sick to her core with turmoil. Suddenly the woman's voice was on the line again, letting Nigel know that the Sergeant was finishing up his meeting and would be back at his desk in a minute. Nigel's free hand moved to his mouse, and in a few clicks, brought up a pre-drafted email, prepared to send. Anna didn't recall making her decision, but the young blonde scampered forwards and knelt before her neighbour. "Ok, ok, I'll do it," she whispered. Nigel didn't move, and kept his finger over the 'send' button. In a hard voice, he said "Remember, your mouth sucking my black cock or I click send." Frantically, Anna unzipped his pants and yanked down his underwear, but despite her desperation to save herself from jail, she froze and gasped at the sight of the already hard black cock. It was huge. Far larger than either of her boyfriends, it was the kind of black cock she'd looked up on the internet. Long, and veiny, with a shiny, bulging head. And it was thick - very thick. An image of her own boyfriend's cock flashed in her mind - compared to this enormous member, Dave's cock seemed like nothing more than a toy. She tentatively reached out and wrapped one hand around the thick pole. Shocked, she saw that her fingers couldn't even wrap fully around the hard black cock. Absently, she stroked it up and down a couple of times, feeling its throbbing hardness in her small petite hand. Above her Nigel cleared his throat, "I said mouth, not hand, slut." Brought back from her shock at the size of his black cock, Anna felt her face grow hot - humiliated at having shown him such open awe and ashamed that he had called her a slut. She'd always tried so hard to avoid that label! But, aware that the police officer could answer any second, Anna obeyed, opening her mouth, she took the head of her neighbours throbbing dick into her mouth and began to suck. *** Nigel groaned as he felt the young blondes full moist lips wrap themselves around the head of his waiting dick. He set his phone down, having already hung up as soon as Anna's hand had gripped his manhood. He could scarcely believe that his plan had worked, but here he was: sitting in a chair with his desirable blonde neighbour kneeling in front of him, one hand holding his hard black cock, while her lips swirled around its tip. He could feel himself growing even harder. Both the sensations of her touch and the feeling of power he had over her turning him on further still. And, it had been particularly satisfying to see her openly taken aback by the size of his erect black cock. That's what a real black cock looks like slut, he thought. He couldn't wait to bury it deep inside her tight young pussy. The nineteen-year-old student was gently pumping his hard shaft with one hand, while her lips were gently kissing the head of his black cock. Nigel could tell she was still holding back, still disgusted with herself at the situation. Her eyes were screwed shut as though trying to block out reality, and she wore a slight frown. That will change, he thought, I know what you really are. He knew she had a deep sexual desire - he'd seen it multiple times only the day before - and he was determined to bring it out of her. But first, he needed her to submit herself to giving a proper blowjob. He decided to push her. "What the fuck do you call that?" He said in a cutting voice. "I didn't tell you to kiss the tip. Suck my dick properly, and if I think you're not giving it your 100%, then the deal is off!" *** Disgusted with herself as much as with what she was being made to do, Anna opened her mouth wider and took in more of the long hard black cock. It felt hot and smooth in her mouth, and she could feel the veins throbbing against her moist tongue. When she took in as much as was comfortable she was surprised to see that her hand could still easily grip the part of the shaft that wasn't in her mouth. How the hell can a black cock this long even exist, she wondered. Although inexperienced at giving blowjobs, Anna had watched her share of porn so she had some idea of what was expected of her, and she was also eager to keep Nigel happy, else he change his mind and send through the incriminating videos. She began to bob her head up and down on the thick shaft, drawing back until only the head was in her mouth, then gliding down its length until her lips touched her hand. Simultaneously, she began pumping the black cock with her hand a fraction faster. She could feel her own saliva starting to run down the hard length, providing lubrication for her hand. "That's a bit better," Nigel said. "But from now on slut, whenever you are sucking my black cock you will look up at me." Unwilling to test his patience, Anna opened her eyes and looked up at the man whose black cock she was sucking. He was watching her intently, clearly savouring the scene, and despite his harsh words, his face was a picture of satisfied pleasure. "There's a good girl," Nigel encouraged. "Now, use your tongue while you suck my black cock - that's it, the better you make the blowjob, the sooner it will end." As commanded, Anna started swirling her tongue across the black cock as she continued to bob up and down. Loud slurping sounds began filling the room and Nigel groaned in pleasure at her improved technique, which further encouraged the young blonde. What the hell am I doing? she wondered. This is not who I am!! But despite her inner turmoil, she was resigned to the fact that there was only one way out of this mess. Her hand and head began working faster and faster, eager to finish the ordeal. Based on her very limited experience of her two boyfriends, men couldn't last more than a handful of seconds with a wet mouth sucking on their cock before they would blow their load - surely Nigel wouldn't be far off. But, despite Anna's very best efforts, the minutes began to draw on, and on. The fit blonde's breathing started to become heavy with exertion. How much more can he take? she wondered as she continued to suck and slurp on the engorged penis. A part of her was actually impressed, and for a fleeting moment she wished that her boyfriend had half the stamina of the older man; then he may actually have been able to bring her to climax yesterday! What would it be like to have a man fuck her with a cock that could last the distance? Feeling guilty, she forced the thought from her mind. Then Nigel reached a hand forwards and cupped one of her breasts and squeezed the full flesh. Horrified, Anna tried to pull her head away from his black cock so she could voice her discomfort, but his other hand was suddenly firmly pushing on the back of her head, ensuring her mouth stayed firmly on his black cock. Instead, Anna tried shoving his hand aside but his arm was too strong. When she released his black cock to try using two hands to protect her breasts, Nigel responded by pinching her nipple roughly. "Aaaeee!" The vulnerable blonde tried to squeal in pain and shock, but the hard, fleshy gag that filled her mouth muffled the sound. As she tried harder to pull his hands off her breast, his grip on her sensitive nipple tightened and twisted. At the same time, he roughly pushed her head down onto his black cock, forcing it uncomfortably deep into her throat. Anna gagged and spluttered frantically trying to both pull away from his black cock and to pry her tit from his grip, but he was simply too powerful for her. "Easy there, bitch, easy," Nigel said in a soft yet firm voice. "Don't resist, and put your hands behind your back, or it gets worse." *** As the busty young woman kneeling in front of him obeyed his command and quickly but reluctantly put her hands behind her back, Nigel felt his control over her grow. He couldn't help but admire the scene: Anna Wade, newly 19, the fit young blonde with smooth tanned skin, full large breasts and a perfect round ass, was kneeling in his office, wearing nothing but her soaking wet bikini, sucking his black cock with her pretty lips and wet mouth and was obeying his orders. Fuck! "Roll your shoulders back, and push your chest forwards" he said, twisting her nipple slightly to emphasise who was in control. The slim blonde whined and quickly obeyed, pushing her chest forwards to display her ripe melons for her tormentor. "Remember this pose, slut," he said. "Whenever you're on your knees sucking my black cock you put your hands behind your back. Disobey, and the videos get sent. Understand?" "Hmppesshhh," was the only reply his victim could manage as she continued to suck his black cock, desperate to keep him happy. He began guiding her head up and down his throbbing shaft, at a faster tempo than before. At the bottom of each stroke, he forced her to take slightly more of his erect length into her wet, silky mouth. She gagged and spluttered each time, but obediently she remained in her kneeling position. Despite his guidance, she still wasn't able to get any more than half his thick black cock into her pretty mouth - but Nigel didn't worry, there would be plenty of time later to break her into deepthroating properly. He let out a groan of pleasure as she continued to swirl her tongue around his black cock as she slurped and sucked, innocent green eyes still staring up at him, pleading for his mercy. "Yea just like that," he encouraged. With one hand gripping a fist-full of her silky blonde hair, Nigel's other hand finally loosened its grip on her nipple. Mouth still stuffed full with his black cock, Anna let out a relieved whimper and thanked him with her wide eyes. But when he then pulled her bikini down, freeing her breasts and began massaging the ripe flesh, the busty blonde squirmed and let out a cry muffled cry of protest. Nigel ignored her, instead groping her full boob more rigorously. The skin was silky smooth, the flesh firm yet malleable in his grip. He ceased massaging the boob and started tapping it from the underside - and watched the flesh bounce and wobble deliciously. Thwack He suddenly slapped one of the boobs, not overly hard, but enough to cause the innocent blonde to squeal into her fleshy gag. Thwack He slapped the other one, admiring the way the perfect ripe tits jiggled and shook. Another squeal escaped the blonde's full lips from around the thick black cock. She squirmed and tried to pull off his black cock, but Nigel roughly held her in position. He was surprised, however, to see that her hands stayed clasped behind her back and her eyes never broke contact with his. She's learning, he thought, even if she doesn't want to. "When I cum, you will swallow every last drop, understand?" He ordered. Her nose screwed up slightly as though the thought disgusted her. It turned Nigel on even more. Nigel began gently massaging her breasts again. It was time to start bringing out her sexual desire - whether she wanted it or not. *** Anna was actually relieved when Nigel returned to softly massaging her boob, instead of painfully twisting or slapping the vulnerable nipple. She was trying desperately to bring the horrible ordeal to an end. She knew there was only one way out - as disgusting as it was - so she focused solely on performing to her absolute best. She worked the throbbing hard black cock in her mouth as she'd never done so before, sucking and slurping up and down its considerable length. She used her lips to massage the throbbing shaft while her tongue darted and swirled around it inside her mouth. The veiny dick was soaked and shiny, but despite her efforts, she still couldn't take it all into her wet mouth. Saliva dribbled down her chin, and she felt the drips starting to run down her large breasts as they jiggled and swayed on her chest. As ridiculous as she found them, Anna obeyed Nigel's instructions. She couldn't afford to displease him, lest he send the incriminating videos to the police. Her hands were clasped firmly behind her back, and she kept her chest pushed forwards as directed, aware that this served to further emphasise her full breasts. Her green eyes remained focused on Nigel's face, hoping unsuccessfully to catch a sign that he was nearing the end, though that itself held a fresh fear for her; she knew this would only end when he emptied his disgusting, warm, sticky cum down her throat. All I have to do is get through this and everything will be fine and go back to normal, she told herself naively. But when Nigel's coarse fingers stopped massaging the fleshy breast and started gently toying with her nipple, alarm bells started ringing in her mind. At the first gentle flick across her sensitive tit, Anna felt a goosebumps run up her spine and she shivered. No! She tried stubbornly to ignore the arousing sensations, but Nigel continued his erotic caress. Horrified, the young lady realised she was becoming aroused: her skin started to feel warm and she felt a spark of desire fanning to life inside, and her nipples began to stiffen under Nigel's careful touch. It certainly didn't help that she'd spent most of the previous day desperately trying, but failing, to reach a climax - her body was completely sexually charged! When the first moan escaped her throat, Nigel finally released his grip on her hair and began mirroring his expert manipulation on her other tit, quickly extracting another moan from the teenager. Anna was mortified. No! No! Please just stop! Don't do this! She silently pleaded, unsure whether it was directed at herself or her neighbour. Above her, Nigel chuckled as he thumbed her tits, watching as she continued delivering him a blowjob even without his hand to guide her head. "Oh, do you like it when I play with your tits?" He asked, mockingly. Unable to speak, Anna shot him a filthy scowl. "Still trying to resist? Don't worry, you'll come around. Before the day is done, I'll have you begging yet." Like hell I will! Anna thought defiantly, though a part of her wondered how long she could hold out; she could feel her arousal slowly rising as Nigel relentlessly manipulated her sensitive tits. Nigel then gently held both nipples in a pincer grip and pulled them directly away from Anna's chest as she vaguely remembered happening last night, releasing new sensations through her body. She quivered, and despite her determination, moaned again in pleasure. "Hnngghhmm..." He released her nipples, causing her heavy breasts to bounce against her chest. At the sudden loss of stimulation Anna whined pathetically despite herself. "Massage my balls, slut," Nigel ordered, and Anna obeyed without question. She reached up and cupped his sack, feeling the weight of it, and the size - the soft, fleshy bag seemed to fill her entire petite hand. It was totally gross! Obediently, she began massaging it gently. "Aahhhh-mmmmm" Nigel groaned, overcome by the double stimulation of her mouth servicing his throbbing black cock and the ball massage. Shockingly, Anna found Nigel's groans of pleasure egged her on and lifted her own arousal. Unconsciously, she increased her rhythm to encourage the domineering male on as his fingers began flicking and massaging her nipples again. As her moans became louder, she felt a wetness on the inside of her thigh, dripping from her sweet pussy. Oh no, oh hell no! she thought, despairing at her own arousal. Please don't let him notice! *** Nigel was getting close. He could feel a strong orgasm building from deep in his balls. Fuck, but it felt good to have this control over the sexy athletic young woman. And now that she was starting to get aroused herself, her blowjob skills were lifting to new heights. He thought he caught a brief flash of fear in her pretty face, right before she upped her tempo again, and he wondered what had caused the fleeting emotion. She was now sucking his black cock with unbridled enthusiasm bordering on desperation. Finally, Nigel thought, she's realised her place. When Nigel caught a faint whiff that was unmistakably the sweet scent of pussy juice, he couldn't hold back any longer and felt himself hurtling past the point of no return. *** Anna felt Nigel's balls tighten and his black cock swell even further. Knowing what was about to happen, the young blonde's first reaction was to try to jerk herself away from the disgusting load of thick cum she knew was imminent. There was no way she wanted that down her throat! But, a part of her also remembered one of her tormentor's orders - 'every last drop', he had said. The result of her conflicting instincts was the worst possible: she had pulled almost all the way off his black cock before catching herself when just her plush lips were still wrapped around the bulging black cock-head. At that exact moment, Nigel came, and came hard. "Ahhhhhhh! Yeaaaa baby aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" He grunted, completely overcome. His hands roughly squeezed her sensitive tits, causing her to moan with her own pleasure, her body longing for the same release she was giving him. "Ahhhh-hmmmmffff, aahhhhh, hhaaaa hmmmmm..." Nigel's hot, thick spunk began exploding into her waiting mouth in torrential volumes. Anna frantically tried to swallow the thick seed as it plastered the back of her throat, but there was simply too much of it coming too quickly. Her mouth filled with the pungent semen causing the pretty blonde to cough and splutter. And still it came! Cum began escaping her lips, running down the thick shaft and dripping over her full breasts below. Desperate to minimise the mess, Anna took more of the thick, pulsating black cock into her mouth, hoping to suck it clean of the escaped cum, but still more escaped. As the thick black cock eventually began to soften, Anna obediently continued sucking and swallowing every last drop, hoping her good behaviour would make Nigel forgive the dribbles of cum that had escaped her innocent mouth. *** Nigel was panting heavily, his body limp from the exertion. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cum that hard. Maybe never, he thought with satisfaction. He looked down at his nineteen-year-old blond neighbour, who was still dutifully sucking on his deflating black cock. Hell, but she'd ended up performing better than he'd dared to hope only a short time earlier. Her chin still had a few dribbles of his thick cum hanging from it, and her full round breasts were wet with still more. Fuck, but it was a beautiful sight. "Fuck babe, that was one hell of a blowjob. You were born to suck dick you know." he said, stroking her hair gently, not realising his compliment was received as a cutting insult. She finally let his spent dick fall from her mouth with an audible pop and scowled at him angrily. She still clearly had a lot of fire left, despite the humiliation of what had just happened. *** Nigel chuckled at Anna's scowl. "Enjoy that?" he taunted. "No, you sicko," the teenager shot back with venom. "Uh-uh," Nigel said, waving a finger at her. "Two things wrong there. One," he held up a finger "is your manners: you are to call me sir, remember? And two," he held up a second finger, "you're lying, aren't you?" No you fucking idiot, I didn't fucking enjoy your sick perverted blackmail! Anna felt like standing up and shouting the words, but instead they echoed silently in her mind. Something made her stay her tongue. Had his tone actually been smug when he'd accused her of lying? How could he possibly think she'd enjoy that horrible ordeal? "No, - sir -" the word was laced with hate "no, I did not enjoy that." Nigel smiled back at her. "Oh, lets see shall we? Stand up." Where is this going? Anna wondered as she slowly obeyed, taking the opportunity to readjust her bikini to cover her still sensitive tits. "Spread your legs." Oh shit. Anna didn't move. "I can still send those videos to the cops," Nigel warned. Anna reluctantly shifted her feet apart. Fuck. "Now, wipe three fingers across your slit, inside the panties mind you." Oh fuck. Shit shit shit! Surely he couldn't know? But she silently obeyed, ashamed to be touching herself there with someone - him - watching. Horrified, Anna felt her slit was slick with moisture. Why? Fucking why? she silently cried out. Silence answered. "Sniff your fingers and tell me what you smell." Anna compiled yet again and sniffed. The sweet, tangy scent of her own arousal was strong, almost overpowering. Her fingers glistened with moisture. "I, ah, it, ah, smells like..." her voice died off, unable to bring herself to finish. "Say it. No lying now." "It smells like pussy juice..." "Good girl. And, whose pussy juice is it?" Why is he making me do this? "It's, it's mine." "And why is your pussy wet?" "I..I.." Anna stuttered, she couldn't say it! She couldn't accept that her body had been aroused by the unwelcome sensations. "It's because you were turned on by that, isn't it?" She nodded, face red and eyes on the floor. "Say it out loud, and look at me when you do," Nigel instructed. "You were turned on by that weren't you?" Being made to acknowledge it out load was totally humiliating. "Yes." "Yes what? Say it all." Anna couldn't understand why he was being so mean! Is he really trying to degrade me that much? she wondered. "Yes, my pussy is wet because I was turned on by it." He smiled, but continued, "Almost. Say it all in full, why is your pussy wet, and what was it that made you wet? And don't forget to call me sir." Finally totally resigned and desperate to bring this humiliating experience to an end, Anna reluctantly looked her horrible tormentor in the eye and said: "Sir, my pussy is wet because I was turned on when you were fingering my nipples while I was sucking your dick." Satisfied triumph flashed across the older man's face. Anna felt sick to the core. *** Nigel couldn't believe it! He had two hidden cameras recording in this room: with a bit of cutting the clips, the blowjob scene combined with the beautiful young blonde speaking that admission would make a perfect porno - for both his personal use and as further leverage. "Very good," he said smugly. "Now, why don't you go and start picking up some glass from out the back?" Though the stunning nineteen year old had seemed broken a moment ago, she seemed to have regained quickly. "May I - sir - have my clothes back now?" She'd emphasised the word 'sir', as though to drive home the point that she'd done everything he'd asked for. But Nigel wasn't finished with her yet. Not by a long shot. "Hm, I think you look fine as you are actually," he said with a leer. "And when I call you back in we'll get on with your punishment shall we?" "What? Punishment?" she said outraged again. "What for? That's not fair! I did everything you asked!" "Well, there were a few things that come to mind. But, why don't you think them over, and you can tell me why you need to be punished when I call you back inside." "Fine." The pretty teen shot him a final filthy glare then turned to leave. Nigel watched her perfectly round, bubble ass swayed as she walked out of his office. Fuck, but that was a fine booty! He couldn't wait to lay into it. After a brief moment lost in thought, the businessman turned back to his computer to hurriedly process the video. As he did so, he felt his black cock stirring already. *** Anna was on her hands and knees, picking up broken glass and putting it into a bucket when she heard Nigel's voice call out. Her insides tightened. She didn't think she could bear to look at her neighbour again after what had happened earlier - the more she'd gone over it in her mind, the more it revolted her. Perhaps surprisingly, it wasn't so much *what* had happened but rather that she'd gone agreed to it - and actually been turned on in the process - that unsettled her the most. How could she let him manipulate her like that! But even as she thought of running to the safety of her home, the young woman stood and followed the voice. Nigel was waiting for her in the lounge room, standing with his arms folded and a smirk on his face. His open leer at her barely clothed figure disgusted her, and she tried to cover herself with her hands as best she could. "Mr Barassi," she was going to try to reason with him again. "If you let me go home now, I swear I'll forget what happened earlier. I promise I won't report it, and we can just pretend the whole thing didn't happen." She watched him hopefully as she spoke, but his face was a stern mask. When she'd finished, he remained silent. As the moments drew on, Anna's anxiety grew. "Mr Barassi, I -" but she was cut off. "I didn't say you could speak, bitch." Anna froze. Shit. Her plea hadn't worked. He seemed as unforgiving and uncaring as ever. "Here are the rules. You are to obey them exactly whenever it is just the two of us present. Firstly, I don't know how many times I have to tell you to get it into your thick skull, but you will address me as 'sir'. Secondly, you will not speak unless I give you permission. Thirdly, whenever you present yourself to me you will kneel with your hands behind your back or in your lap." He paused, watching her expectantly. Anna didn't move, shocked as she was with his outrageous demands. "Well?!" he barked, making her jump. Anna hurriedly knelt down as she'd been told. This is ridiculous! She watched as the tall man approached. "Knees apart," he ordered, and Anna obeyed. "A bit more. That's it. Shoulders back, chest forwards, yes that's it. We definitely want your tits displayed properly for me now don't we?" Disgusting pervert! Anna thought silently. What the fuck is he doing? And what the fuck am I doing obeying him? "I asked you a question. You want to display your boobs for me properly don't you?" Scowling, Anna replied "Yes." Nigel sighed, "Yes what?" "Yes sir." "Better. Now, why did I call you back in here?" "Because you want to punish me." Nigel shook his head. "Only partly right. I called you in here because I like exerting my control over you." He paused, clearly amused as Anna tried to shoot him her most venomous glare. "And yes you I want to punish you, but you also deserve it don't you?" "Not the way I see it." "Really? Well, if that's the case, we'd better add that to the list of reasons why you need to be punished." That's totally fucking unfair! Anna shouted inside her mind, but outwardly she remained silent. Nigel held up a finger. "So that's one reason. Now, tell me all of the reasons why you need to be punished. And don't leave any out." Anna glared up at him, but reluctantly began her list. "I didn't call you sir." "Numerous times. Go on." "I called you a sicko. Which you are." Nigel chuckled as though amused. "I didn't swallow all of your disgusting cum. And I... I..." her voice died off - although she'd already said it out loud before, it was still a struggle. But under her neighbour's hard gaze she pushed on. "And I lied to you about being wet afterwards." "Anything else?" Anna shook her head, then added when Nigel raised an eyebrow, "No sir." "Not a bad start. But you left a few things out. You kept resisting after the first warning. You've spoken without permission -" Incredulous, Anna opened her mouth to protest - he'd never told her that rule until afterwards - but then thought better of it. It was totally unfair, but he'd obviously been baiting her. "-and, you didn't thank me when I gave you my cum." What the fuck? Anna couldn't believe he was saying. Thank him for that disgusting ordeal? Not a chance! Nigel must have sensed her disagreement. "Just you remember our little deal about those videos and the cops. Your full cooperation in exchange for me keeping your pretty ass out of jail." "Yes sir, '' Anna replied, reminded of why she was letting herself be put through all this. "Good. So, you agree that you need to be punished?" While resigned, Anna still shot him an angry glare as she replied again, "Yes sir." "Reply in full sentences." "Yes sir. I agree that I need to be punished." "Very good. And what do you think will be an appropriate punishment for a disobedient girl like you?" Nigel said, clearly enjoying himself. Anna hadn't expected that question. She'd simply assumed that he'd make more outrageous demands. She quickly tried to think of the best response. Something too easy would probably earn more punishment, yet she didn't want to give him any fresh ideas either. What's something he knows I'll hate, but that he will enjoy, but isn't worse than what I've already done? she wondered. An idea came. Putting on her best defeated expression and tone, Anna replied, face burning as she spoke. "Another blowjob." Nigel chuckled above her, and she glanced up. "Nice try. But that would be rewarding you now wouldn't it? No, I think a fitting punishment for a naughty slut like you is a good spanking." "What! That's not -'' Anna caught herself, remembering his threat. Just go along with it, she told herself, don't make it worse than it is. "Yes sir." "Good, you're learning to control yourself. Ask for it." Swallowing her pride, Anna replied, "Sir, spank me as punishment." Nigel leant down, his face close to hers, and pinched one of her nipples through the bikini. Anna winced as his grip tightened, but remained still, afraid to move. "Full sentences, remember your manners. Do you need to be punished, and what should your punishment be?" "Please sir, please spank me for being disobedient," Anna replied through the pain. Thankfully he softened his grip on her nipple, but instead rolled it gently between his fingers. Despite herself, Anna felt an electric jolt run through her body at the soft caress. No! She desperately quashed the feeling. "I expect you to answer all my questions in a similar manner. Understood?" "Yes sir." He stood and released her tit, and Anna let out a soft sigh of relief. A spanking was surely better than him fingering her sensitive nipples and making her body betray her again! "Good. I make that 8 indiscretions," he stated as he began unbuckling his belt. "I think 5 lashes with this for each one should get the message across, don't you?" *** Nigel watched as his victims' pretty green eyes widened. She eyed his belt wearily as he pulled it free of his pants and folded it in half. Good, the thought, she's scared. "Well?" The blonde licked her lips nervously, "Y-yes sir. I think that will definitely get the message across," she said in a near whisper. Too right it will, Nigel thought to himself. "Stand up then," Nigel barked, pleased to see Anna jumped to obey. "Over behind that couch, that's it. Now, feet apart, wider, wider." Finally, she was following instructions quickly without question. "Good. Now, bend at the waist, and rest your forearms on the back of the chair." Excited, he watched as she did as commanded. The athletic young blonde was now standing with her back to him, legs straight, feet spread about half a meter apart, bent at the waist with her back almost horizontal to the ground. He walked over to her and adjusted her position slightly. He tapped her ankle with his foot and she shuffled it wider. He lifted her chin so that she was looking straight ahead. "Back straight, that's it. Why do we want you to have good posture at all times?" "Because," she hesitated. Nigel took pleasure in the clear internal struggle the beautiful young lady was going through. "Because, you want me to display myself properly for you." "I'll let that pass this time. But it's you who wants to display yourself properly for me isn't it? I mean, you do want to make me happy, don't you?" "Yes sir." The reply was through clenched teeth. Fuck, but she was pretty in that pose. Full, round breasts hanging from her chest flat stomach, toned back and narrow waist, her bubble butt pushed out, just waiting for him, and those athletic legs spread wide invitingly. He could see the mound of her pussy, covered by the bathers. Bloody hell, he wanted to rip down her panties and plough his hard black cock into her right that instant! Not yet, he told himself. Instead, he gently laid a hand on her lower back. "There's a good girl. Now, remember this position ok. Whenever you need to get spanked, you'll assume this position." "Yes sir." Her face was blushing red as her eyes looked straight ahead. He couldn't tell if she was angry or embarrassed. Probably both. Taking a step back, Nigel gave his young captive a final instruction before he began. "Now, you're going to keep count, silently. Every five lashes you're going to thank me, and you'll say the reason why you needed to be punished. If you lose count, or don't follow the instructions, or if you move from that position, we start over. Understood?" A slight pause, then a timid, "Yes sir." With a satisfied smile, Nigel raised his arm. *** Crack! The first strike cut through the air crisply, pain exploding across Anna's left bum cheek. It hadn't been a full-blooded blow, but there had been enough force that Anna jumped in shock and had to stifle a squeal. She was determined to give this man as little reaction as possible, to keep that satisfaction from him. But after the first blow she knew it would be a tough ask. Crack! She jumped again as the belt struck her right buttock this time, but she managed to hold her breath and remain silent. By the fourth blow, a quiet whimper escaped her lips despite her best efforts. Crack! That's five, she thought. Only 35 to go. She ground her teeth as she followed his instructions. "Thank you, *sir*, for punishing me because I deserve it, not only because you want to do it." Crack! Another whimper escaped. Anna's ass was stinging on both sides now even between blows. Crack! Although she tried to remain still and silent, by the time the tenth blow was made, Anna was gasping with each strike and her hips involuntarily twitched and rolled her ass, as though trying to shy away from the next blow. She could feel tears forming in her pretty eyes. Her round buttocks were burning permanently, and she was grateful for the momentary break as she counted off for a second time "Thank you sir. I needed punishing for not calling you sir." *** Nigel was surprised with himself how much he was actually enjoying this. He'd never really been into pain or punishment, but every gasp of pain sent a jolt of excitement through him. What's more, his blonde subject would roll her ass away from each blow, giving the visual effect that she was wiggling it on display for him. He kept his swings carefully measured: he had no intention of causing bruising or anything like that, but he knew she was going to be sore for hours, possibly days afterwards. After the twelfth blow, he paused, admiring the glowing red marks on the beautiful round ass before him. Time to move things on a bit. *** Anna jumped as she felt a hand on one of her ass cheeks. Goosebumps shot up her back as Nigel traced his hand slowly towards her neck. "You're doing well," he said. Was that... encouragement...in his voice? "Time for a quick reward." Anna opened her mouth to say thanks, but only a surprised gasp escaped her lips as at that exact moment his other hand scooped underneath and began massaging one of her hanging boobs. His touch was gentle and unexpected. After the previous onslaught of pain that had been unleashed on her exposed ass, Anna was surprised and horrified that his careful touch sent warm tingles through her body. No! I'll not let it happen again, she thought, focusing on ignoring the unwanted touch. She concentrated on her stinging bum, hoping the pain would mask the other sensations. Why are my boobs so sensitive, she wondered in anguish. She'd always enjoyed playing with her breasts while she got herself off; it made the experience so much more sensual. But now for the second time today, that same sensitivity was being used against her. She felt something tug at the knot on her bikini, and suddenly the red material fell away. Her boobs were now completely exposed, and that meant Nigel's expert fingers were directly toying with her silky flesh instead of through the bikini material. Oh shit! The heightened sensations sent another pulse of goosebumps down her back, and she visibly shivered. "Looks like someone is enjoying herself." The asshole sounded smug. Fuck you! She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his statement and kept her jaw locked and eyes dead ahead. "Answer me." Nigel said, squeezing her nipple only slightly harder this time. "I -" don't give in Anna, she urged herself, keep fighting it! "I preferred the belt!" It wasn't exactly a lie either: anything was better than feeling her body's unwanted reaction to his gentle teasing touch. She sensed him reach down and pick the belt up, and braced herself for the burst of pain. But her plan hadn't quite worked how she'd hoped. Instead of buying some relief for her breasts, Nigel began multi tasking. Crack! *** Nigel punctuated the blow by firmly squeezing and twisting the nipple in his other hand. The shocked squeal that escaped from the young woman had a new edge to it now. In-between blows Nigel gently, almost lovingly, toyed with the rubbery nipple. It had grown stiff and erect under his touch, and he'd seen the shiver of anticipation run through her. He'd seen yesterday that she seemed to have very sensitive tits, but experiencing it first hand was something else. His own excitement was through the roof, and his black cock was straining inside his jeans again, despite having his need drained a short time earlier. By the time he reached the fifteenth strike Anna's squeals had grown steadily louder and there was a new desperate edge to them. Desperate for what though? Her eyes were moist and a single tear ran down her pretty face. "Thank you sir. I deserve to be punished for calling you a sicko." Her voice wavered and she was sucking in air - he knew he was starting to break through her walls. He needed to keep pushing her, keep her on edge. A change of tempo was in order before he upped the ante. The next few blows were softer, and the blonde's cries softened from squeals back down to sharp gasps. After she thanked him again, this time for talking without permission, he expertly massaged her tit and watched closely at her reaction: despite her jaw clenched he saw her swallow and her toned abdomen tightened and a slight quiver ran through her young athletic build. She was trying to suppress her body's response, but he saw the cues. "Hm, it looks like your bikini panties might be softening the blows," he said. "I don't think you need them anymore. Don't move..." *** Anna completely froze, horrified at what she'd just heard. She felt the older man's fingers slip inside her panty waist strap and begin pulling them down all the while continuing to massage her breast with his other hand. No! Stop that you disgusting pervert! Leave me alone! she shouted silently. This can't be happening! But it was. And what's worse was that he continued to use one hand to massage her sensitive nipple as he tugged and pulled the bathers waistline over her prone ass. As the fabric peeled away, Anna felt a cool breeze across her now exposed vagina and a strong shiver run through her body. She was acutely aware that standing as she was, bent over with feet apart, that Nigel would now have a clear unobstructed view of her exposed pussy. Every part of her screamed for her to stop him, to turn around and slap his hands away, to turn and run. But, she knew what would happen in response, and her fear of both the police and the threat of further punishment kept her rooted to the spot. A moment later, Nigel was lifting one ankle then the other to free panties and he carelessly tossed her final piece of protection aside. She felt totally exposed before him, totally at his mercy. She was completely naked, legs spread and bent at the waist, in her neighbour's house! It was utterly humiliating! "There, that feels better doesn't it?" Anna finally found some nerve again. "No, no it really doesn't! This is totally inappropriate!" But, despite her outburst, Anna was still too afraid to move. Nigel sighed. "You've been doing so well, but things can get a whole lot worse for you. Let's try that again. It feels better doesn't it?" She gasped as he roughly twisted her nipple again. "Yes sir, it feels better." "Good girl. Someone as stunningly beautiful as you should be proud to show off your amazing body, not hiding it. You like displaying yourself properly to me don't you?" Silently Anna screamed, No I fucking don't you sicko! He pinched her nipple harder still, so she blurted out a reply she knew would lessen the pain, even though it made her feel sick to the core. "Yes sir, I like displaying myself for you." "Much better," Nigel said smugly. Asshole! Fucking asshole! "Now, you've pleased me with how you've gotten through your punishment so far. Get through the next 10 without a hiccup, and I'm prepared to go a lot easier on you for the last 10. How does that sound?" "That's... I... thank you sir," Anna replied, unsure what he meant by 'easier'. But at the next blow, Anna screamed louder than ever. Although no harder than any other strike, this time the belt was angled across both her now-red buttocks at once, and given her compromising stance, this caused the belt to make contact with the lips of her vagina. While the vaginal contact was only light (her bum took the force out of the belt) her super sensitive pussy reacted electrically, sending jolts through her entire body. Oh fuck! Oh hell no! Not that! As the next blows rained down in similar fashion, Anna became overwhelmed by the bombardment of mixed stimulation. Sharp pain on her bum cheeks, horribly erotic tingling on her exposed pussy, and the continued assault on her tits began smothering out everything else from existence. Her sharp cries of pain began openly and uncontrollably tapering out into long deep moans as her unwanted arousal took hold. Horrified, she knew her body was descending into aroused lust. Mortified, she knew her pussy had started getting wet again. This time there was no chance that Nigel would not notice. She was distantly aware that her hips had started acting on their own, pushing back at the belt as it rested across her ass after each stroke as though desperately seeking yet more stimulation. She barely remembered thanking her assailant for her punishment the next two times, but she did, and finally, thankfully, the blows stopped. Anna was left shaking and openly sobbing, completely overcome by the combination of pain, erotic stimulation and pure humiliation. *** Nigel could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He'd expected to enjoy disciplining his young neighbour with his belt, but even he hadn't predicted how utterly she'd be overwhelmed. Her chest shook as she sobbed and moaned, causing her ripe boobs to sway teasingly. That perfectly round ass of hers was now actually pushing back at the belt as though it had a mind of its own. But the best part of all was that Nigel could clearly see, and smell, that her exposed and vulnerable pussy was now soaking wet. Whether she liked it or not, he was taking her to that place of deep, uncontrollable lust that he'd witnessed her reach the day before. But, despite his strong urge to try taking her sweet, succulent pussy right there and then, Nigel decided to stick to his plan. The next phase of punishment would be by far the most exciting, and after that he had another surprise for her before he finally claimed her pussy. Standing directly behind her so his rock hard black cock was only centimetres from her dripping pussy, Nigel said, "I'll go gentler on you now. Stand up straight for me." As she obeyed, Nigel slipped his hands around her and cupped both her deliciously full breasts. Standing close and looking over her shoulder from behind, he admired how the succulent flesh moulded to his touch. Her lips were parted and eyes closed and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He let his hands trace down her flat stomach, feeling the silky smooth skin under his fingers, before resting them on her hips. "You did well. You've made me very pleased with how you've taken your punishment so far. Follow me." Keeping one hand wrapped around her back, he guided her around to the front of the couch, where he sat down in the middle of the 3-seater. "We'll finish your punishment with a good old fashioned spanking. Lie across my lap." The young blonde froze again, eyes wide and unsure, clearly uncomfortable - she was probably wishing that he'd continue with the belt. "Please sir, I -" "Now!" Nigel barked. Excited, he watched as she reluctantly moved forwards and awkwardly crawled across his lap. She was careful to stay in a kneeling position, so as to avoid touching him, but Nigel placed a hand on her lower back and pushed her down. As he felt the warm weight of her abdomen rest on his lap, Nigel's black cock twitched and strained against his jeans. The nineteen year old beauty shifted awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable at the feeling of his black cock pressing against her tummy, but that only served to make him grow harder still. Nigel began guiding her to reposition. "Shuffle forwards a bit, that's it." Her hips were now perfectly in the middle of his lap, and Nigel could feel his hard black cock pressing into her crotch area. "Push up on your forearms, yea there we go." He admired the curve in her back and the way her boobs hung, tits gently resting on the couch. "Push your bum up a bit, yes perfect." That bubble butt was now sitting awesomely round in his lap. Nigel rested one hand in her round ass and gently began massaging it, the other slipped forwards again and resumed massaging her breasts. She squirmed under his touch, which in turn teased his black cock further, making it twitch and strain as it pressed into the gap between her thighs. Raising his hand, Nigel began spanking that perfect, tanned ass that lay waiting in his lap, mirroring his technique from earlier, but now using his hand instead of the belt *** Anna could feel Nigel's hard pole pressing into her, could feel it twitch with excitement every time she squirmed in his lap. The feeling of a stiff black cock pressing against her like that seemed to turn her on as much as she was revolted the situation. She had no idea how he could be hard again after she'd all but drained him earlier, but it was, and a part of her knew that she'd have to make him cum again before the day was done. From the very first slap, Anna knew things were getting dangerously out of hand, but she had no idea how to stop it. Nigel's large hand used the same technique he had just been using with the belt, but although he struck softer, it was a thousand times worse. With every slap, a part of his hand would make light contact with her vagina. He would let the hand linger there for a few moments and the coarse skin sent waves of pleasure deep inside her. She seemingly could no longer control her body, and her ass would push and wriggle back at his hand eagerly. Her breathing was growing heavy under the relentless, repeated stimulation. Her unsolicited moans after each slap were getting louder, hungrier, in her throat even as she tried to stop them; she simply couldn't help it. Almost there, she told herself. It's almost over. Just a bit more and I can tell him to fuck off. She clung to the naive thoughts like a lifeline. After the fifth spank, Anna forced herself to dutifully thank him, and this time she wasn't sure if it was, partially at least, genuine. "Ahh... Thank you sir. Thank you for punishing me for not swallowing all your cum earlier." This time, Nigel let his hand linger longer still, and when he drew it away, he traced his fingertips lightly across the length of her slit. Anna involuntarily moaned and felt her hips buck upwards, seeking his hand. The next few slaps followed a similar pattern, until finally, the final blow landed. "Thank you sir, I deserved that for lying to you about being wet earlier." Desperate to get away to escape, to get herself under her own control again, Anna tried to pull herself up, but Nigel firmly held her in place. "Very good. Have you learnt your lesson?" "Yes sir, yes I have," she replied. "Please, please let me go now!" "Soon, soon," he said reassuringly. "I just want you to answer a few questions for me. No lying now, we know what happens to liars don't we?" "Yes sir. But please, can I at least stand up?" Please please please!! She was desperate to get away. "No, I actually think you're perfect as you are." Anna let out a whimper, she felt so prone like this, so at his mercy. It was terrifying, humiliating and exciting all at the same time. "Tell me, are you wet now?" Nigel asked, as his hands continued to grope her breast and ass. Fucking asshole! she thought. He fucking knows the answer! He just wants to completely humiliate me! But, at the same time, she desperately wanted the punishment to end. Her bum felt raw! She probably wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for days! Resigned, she replied, "Yes sir." "Yes what?" "Yes sir, I'm wet now." "Oh, and why is that?" Horrified, Anna grasped for words, "Because... because..." but she couldn't finish. Squeezing her roughly so she started squirming again, Nigel said, "You're wet because you're a horny little slut who enjoyed her spanking. Say it!" No! Don't say it! she desperately cried to herself. But it was no use. The police, the fear of more punishment, and the humiliation overwhelmed her as she spoke. "I...I'm wet because I'm... I'm a horny little slut who enjoyed her spanking." "There we go. Well done. I think you deserve a reward after all that." His fingers brushed her pussy again, hinting, and Anna froze. Shit! No please not that! She didn't think she could bear it if he started touching her there! She was so sensitive now that she doubted she'd be able to maintain what little composure she had left. Please, anything but that! *** Nigel paused, weighing up different options, aware that the fit blonde laying across his lap was holding her breath in nervous anticipation. Was she ready, or would she bail and panic if he tried pushing her over the final hurdle? If she fought, was he ready to force the issue and risk the consequences? In the end, he finally decided for the cautious approach. After all, he had time enough for a short delay. "Suck my black cock," he commanded. To his shock, the blonde nineteen year old jumped eagerly to obey. What's come over her, he wondered. Then he realised that she'd been afraid he would say something that involved further stimulation of her wet pussy - she was so torn and humiliated by her own arousal. As she settled on her knees in front of him and began obediently unzipping his pants for the second time, Nigel smiled wickedly, but waited until she had pulled his pants down to his ankles. "Up here," he said, patting the couch next to him. The pretty blonde paused, clearly thrown off balance, but she complied, slipping into a seating position next to him. As she sat down, he noticed her wince in discomfort. Get used to it, he thought, you'll be sore for days. The young blonde reached out and held his black cock in one of her small petite hands. Squeezing firmly, she began stroking the bottom half of the thick shaft as she slowly leaned forwards. As Nigel felt her take his black cock into her warm, moist mouth, he let out a groan of satisfaction. Fuck, but it felt good to have this little slut jumping to suck his clock. He settled back to enjoy himself for a few minutes. *** This time, Anna knew what was expected of her and she had a better idea what techniques worked best on the throbbing black cock. Plus, she had significant motivation to bring this to an end quickly: she simply couldn't afford for it to drag out, lest he decided to try something else. She sucked and slurped on the thick veiny black cock enthusiastically, swirling her tongue this way and that. She used one hand to vigorously pump his thick shaft as fast as she could manage, while her other reached down and began massaging and tugging on his oversized ball sack. She heard him begin to groan with satisfaction above her, his hips began to rock in tempo with her. Please just make it quick, she pleaded silently. One of Nigel's hands began stroking her hair, brushing it out of her eyes. She looked up at him and was pleased to see he was breathing heavily and his face twisted in pleasure. Then he used his other hand to begin repositioning her. At first alarmed, she realised it would be a more comfortable position for her. Now instead of sitting and leaning over, she was kneeling next to him, resting one forearm on his thigh for support. "That's it, yea just like that," Nigel said encouragingly, and Anna took heart: hopefully that meant he would cum soon. Suddenly, to her horror, she felt a hand reach back and lay on the top of her ass, dangerously close to her love hole. She picked up the pace that she sucked on his black cock, hoping to distract him, but instead, the hand slid down and she felt his fingers slide across her dripping pussy. The open, direct contact sent a wave of pleasure through her, and she gasped, jerking off his black cock and looked up in surprise. "Yes, I thought you might like that," Nigel smirked. "No, stop!" Anna refuted, feeling violated. "I don't want-" "Shut up, I didn't say you could speak," Nigel snapped. "And besides, your pussy is dripping. You need this, whether you acknowledge it or not." His fingers began gently stroking her pussy lips, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore the arousing sensations. But it was no use. His fingers expertly slid and rubbed their way across her mound, and she felt her heartbeat quickening and her need grow. No! Fight it! she cried silently. "Keep sucking my black cock," Nigel said, and Anna obeyed. She put everything she had into the blowjob, every move and every trick, clinging to the hope that she could finish him off before he brought her down to another degrading level. For a second time today, she wondered how he could withstand her desperate performance without blowing his load. Neither her ex nor her current boyfriend would have lasted 10seconds of what she was doing to this huge black cock. "Ahhhh, yea just like that slut," Nigel said. As she heard Nigel's breathing grow ragged she hoped he was nearing his climax. Yet, at the same time, Anna was aware that she was slowly being forced down the same path. His fingers flicked and rubbed her clit and soon her own moans were involuntarily joining his. Her hips were grinding back into his hand on their own accord. It soon became apparent that Nigel was paying close attention to her reactions: he began to learn exactly how and where she liked to be rubbed, and he began honing his technique. "Hmmmm-aaahhhhh," Anna moaned around the thick black cock that stuffed her mouth. *** Nigel knew both himself and his young neighbour were both approaching their climax. If things continued like this much longer, it wasn't a matter of *if* each of them would cum, but rather, who would cum first. It turned him on to know he could force this young nineteen year old to orgasm despite her wishes. But, despite his strong desire to fill her mouth with his thick seed for a second time today, he had a bigger goal. Still rubbing her clit with careful attention, he pulled her head off his black cock. "Why are you wet, slut?" "I'm not - ahhhhhh - not a slut!" she spat back defiantly. "If you're not a slut, why is your cunt dripping wet?" Nigel chuckled, still fingering her. "I don't want it - ahhhh - you're forcing me!" "No, this whole thing is your choice and you know it. You can walk right out of here this instant if you want. But you won't. You can't, can you? You need this, don't you?" "N-no! Ahhahhhhh... no I won't!" "Just admit it. You're pussy is wet because you need to cum! Say it, and I'll make this all end." She looked up at him, fear, desperation and a deep hunger all twisted together on her pretty face. "No, never." It came out as a whisper. "We'll see," Nigel said smugly. "Time to swap." *** Swap? It took Anna a few moments to process. Nigel quickly repositioned her so she was lying back on the couch and then he knelt down by her feet. It wasn't until he pried her knees apart and began kissing the insides of her thighs that his intentions finally registered. "Oh hell no!" She cried, and tried to slam her thighs together to block him out. But it was no use, with powerful arms he forced her knees wide and continued kissing her soft legs, each kiss working it's way further up her leg. She squirmed and tried to push his head away with her hands, but he was too strong. "No! Stop please!" Nigel paused and she saw him stare directly at her exposed pussy, drinking in the sight hungrily. "That's a beautiful cunt you have slut," he said, and Anna felt her face burning with shame - how could she let this man stare at her like that! "Stop! I don't want - ohhhhhhhh!" Her protest died off into a surprised gasp as he lightly flicked his tongue across her pussy lips. Before she had time to recover from her initial shock, Nigel had buried his face into her pussy in a merciless assault. The innocent teen, who had never been on the receiving end of oral sex, felt her world explode into overwhelming sensations as her unwanted partner licked and sucked at her dripping cunt. "Ohhhh! Aaahhhh!!" She felt Nigel's slick tongue deftly sliding in-between her pussy lips, teasing at going further but not actually pushing through. It flicked this way and that, swirling around her lobes then between them. She'd never experienced anything like this before, she'd never even imagined oral sex could feel so good! "Hhmmaaaaa... please..." A distant part of her desperately tried to seize control of herself: stop this, don't give in to him, the voice yelled. She feebly tried to push his head back, tried to squirm away from him, but her body seemed unable of meaningful resistance. "Please...ahhhh... stop... ahhahhaa... please... ohhh... I... don't want... ahhh" You need to stop him now! She desperately shouted to herself, and regained enough to scoot herself backwards on the couch. But, even as the thought came, Nigel expertly increased his tempo, his tongue now exploring her pussy at incredible speed. "Aaahhhh... nooo... ahhhh... please... ahhhhhh." Her moans were getting louder and Anna felt resistance being stripped away from her. Her heart rate was rapidly increasing and she was vaguely aware that her hips were ever so slightly pushing back at Nigel probing tongue. She knew where this was headed. Her body, which had been sexually teased and frustrated for the past day, was rapidly heading towards its climax. Fight it! She begged, even as her moans grew louder still. Please fight it! Nigel's hands snaked up her body, exploring her curves. The light, deft touch released still more arousing stimulation in her needy young body. He then guided her own hands up to her sensitive tits, and despite herself Anna began rolling her erect nipples between her fingers. Her arousal was rocketing out of control. Nigel's larger hands continued to dance across her silky skin extracting more arousal from her young body. "Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh!!" "Please...ahhhh!" "I... ahhhhhh... need... ohhhhhhhh... please..." Then, Nigel's tongue probed slightly deeper, finally pushing past her pussy opening and forcing its way into her slick cunt for the first time. It was the final straw, the final piece of stimulation her young body had craved for days, and Anna felt an incredible wave of orgasm crash over her. "Ahhhh oh gawd! Ahhhahhahahhhh yesssss!! AaahhhhHHHHHH YESS YESSS AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Her entire body locked rigid and quivered as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure surged through her. All the while Nigel's tongue continued its rapid probing of her innocent vagina, extracting still more pleasure. After what seemed like an age, the incredible orgasm finally subsided. *** Anna's body finally went limp and Nigel smiled to himself. He dialled back his cunnilingus to a slow, gentle touch, almost to the point of stopping, but still providing erotic stimulation. He loved the sweet, tangy taste of her love juices. It was possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever tasted. He knew her beautiful cunt would be extra sensitive now, and pretty soon when she came back down from that amazing high of hers, she would realise that her body could go again. But fuck! He hadn't expected that! She'd cum so quickly and so fucking hard, it had completely blown Nigel's expectations out of the water. He'd never had a sexual partner who seemed so sensitive! She'd practically caved into her sexual need as soon as he'd first licked her pussy. In only minutes she'd gone from trying to push him off to pushing her hips back at him and toying with her own tits. And the sight of her cumming... that long, deep cry of need and pleasure as her whole body had jerked and quivered under the strength of her orgasm. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he wanted more. Not only that, but her pussy had practically gushed with fresh, sweet nectar as she'd cum. It was priceless. He glanced up at the young blonde again as he continued his slow tongue motions on her cunt. Her head was tipped back, eyes open but staring blankly at the ceiling. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, a sheen of sweat covered her beautifully toned abdomen and round breasts. One of her arms lay limply at her side, but the other still cupped one of her boobs, and he saw the slight motion as she continued to roll her nipple between her fingers. After a few moments, she lifted her head and looked down at him. Her exhausted and satisfied expression flashed to shock and embarrassment as the realisation of what had just happened finally clicked. Nigel locked his eyes on hers, but continued licking her cunt. *** Anna's head was in a complete haze. She felt utterly exhausted, and completely satisfied. Yet, even as she recovered from that incredible orgasm, she felt a new and fresh need fanning to life deep inside her. Why do I still want more? she wondered. Head still swimming, she was vaguely aware of a tongue that continued to expertly tease her now extra sensitive vagina. It was then that she glanced down and saw Nigel, with his face still pressing against her pussy. The horror and shame of what had just happened finally dawned on her. She'd just cum, with easily her strongest ever orgasm, for her mid-aged neighbour who had eaten her pussy out!! It was completely humiliating!! How had she let herself succumb like that!! "No stop! Get off me!" She protested. Their eyes locked and Anna could tell he was smiling smugly, even as he continued to force himself on her. In that instant, Anna realised he wasn't finished yet. Her tormentor was going to force her to cum again! And, although she'd only just cum, Anna knew that her now extra sensitive vagina wouldn't last long if he continued his expert cunnilingus. Desperately, she tried pushing Nigel's head away as she had earlier, but this time he grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands by her side. She tried to wiggle backwards to escape, but he held her arms firmly and she was pinned in place. Finally she tried to kick him away, but he didn't budge and his shoulders were firmly stopping her legs from closing. She was completely trapped! To make matters worse still, the realisation that there was no escaping another overwhelming orgasm actually heightened her excitement and arousal! What is happening to me! She cried silently. "Stop! Get off me you sicko! I don't want this! Please stop!" She begged. Nigel frowned at her outburst, clearly unhappy, but his only response was to drive his tongue deep into her pussy, then out again with a deft flicking motion. "Ohh!" She exclaimed at the fleeting penetration. No! Get a hold of yourself Anna! She continued to try to pull away from Nigel, but it was no use. He was too strong and she was trapped against the back of the couch. As she struggled and strained to free herself, Nigel once again quickened his assault on her vulnerable, needy pussy. "Get off... ahhh... off me you fucking... ohhhhh... sicko!" But despite her protests, she felt that deep, irresistible arousal rising within her for the second time. Nigel was slurping up her pussy juices, sucking on her lips, and driving his tongue deep inside her waiting pussy, swirling it around. He was practically fucking her with his tongue! The skilled performance on her extra sensitive pussy was simply too much for the young innocent woman. "Ahhhh... please... ahhhmmmm... not again... ahhhhaahhhhh... again... hmmmm..." Her hips were again pushing back at Nigel's probing tongue as it fucked her waiting cunt, forcing him deeper. She felt her orgasm building and knew she was nearly at another humiliating climax. The very thought seemed to send her closer still. "Yesssss ahhhhhh ahhhHHHH!" Then, at the very last moment before she tipped over the edge into ecstasy, Nigel pulled away. Her hips continued to push, desperate to find anything to give her that final touch she needed. "Noooo please I need it, please," she whimpered pathetically. Nigel crawled forward so that his face was directly over hers, his hands still gripping her small wrists resting on either side of her shoulders. Her legs were still spread wide and his knees were now between them keeping them in that position: she could feel his coarse leg hair pressing into her smooth thighs. Something hot and hard rested on her abdomen. Just as she was regaining her senses, one of his hands reached between their bodies and began playing with her dripping pussy again. "Nooo ahhhh stop..." she moaned as he caught her receding climax. "Ask for it," Nigel whispered. She could smell her own juices on his breath, could see them on his chin. No!! She screwed her eyes shut. "No!" He leaned closer, brushing his chest against her erect nipples, causing her to gasp at the sensation. At he same time, he pushed the tip of a single finger into her pussy and began fucking her slowly with the first joint. "Aahhhhhh" she moaned. "Ask for it," he hissed again. Anna could feel what she was on the verge of another orgasm. But Nigel kept her there, teasingly close to the brink, but no further. "Ahhh... No, I won't!" Then Nigel leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a little peck, and it wasn't like the inexperienced kisses her boyfriend tried. This was a confident, experienced, sexually arousing embrace. His tongue forced its way into her mouth where it seemed to dance. She could taste her own juices on his lips. As his finger continued to exploit her prone pussy, she found she was unable to resist the urge to kiss him back. She moaned deep in her throat as Nigel forced her closer and closer. Suddenly he pulled his kiss away, and his finger froze, only lightly touching her sensitive cunt. She was on a knife-edge, so close to cumming, yet he denied her again! Her hips continued to grind forwards desperately trying to reach a climax but only succeeding in keeping her on that tightrope with ecstasy on one side and disappointment on the other. "Please," she begged. "Please I need it." Even as she said it, Anna felt humiliated at her own words. "What do you need?" "I need it to end! Please make me cum!" Nigel shifted slightly and Anna felt something smooth and hard slide along her pussy lips. Thinking it was Nigel's fingers continuing their magic, she pushed her hips towards the hard probe. As it nestled in between her flaps, but not yet penetrating, she vaguely noticed it seemed wider and smoother than his fingers. "Ahhh yesss," she moaned, not realising the danger she was in. Nigel's hand was then back up at her shoulders, and held her wrist, so she was once again pinned down. Vaguely a warning flashed through her mind: if both his hands were up there, what was pressing against her vagina? Then Nigel grunted as he pushed his hips forward slightly, and Anna's eyes snapped open in panic. Something rock hard, smooth and oh so thick had just forced its way an inch into her dripping tight pussy. "What the - " she exclaimed in shock, looking down between their bodies. Her stomach lurched in panic and despair at what she saw. Nigel's enormously thick veiny black cock was aimed directly at her cunt and the top inch, the smooth shiny head, was buried inside her!! "Noo!!" She cried. "No stop! Anything but that!" She squirmed and thrashed, trying to get away from the huge dick, but Nigel had her pinned down in an iron grip. "You asked for it, slut," Nigel replied. With that, she felt him slowly pushing the engorged pole deeper into her. She could feel herself being stretched wide - she'd never had anything close to this thickness inside her, and it wasn't even 3cm deep yet! "No please! It's too big!" Anna couldn't comprehend how Nigel could even consider trying to put his oversized black cock in someone as small and tight as her. "Owww! No stop! It won't fit!" "Relax. You'll stretch. Tight little cunts like yours were made to be fucked." He began slowly thrusting his hips. The gigantic pole would retract until it almost popped free, then it would slowly but firmly drive forwards. With each stroke Anna felt the black cock dive ever so slightly deeper, millimetre-by-millimetre. "It's too big! Please I'll do anything else!" She begged as she continued to struggle in vain. There was a small amount of pain as she was stretched wider and wider than ever before, yet at the same time the discomfort was completely drowned out by the incredible arousing feeling of the pulsating black cock massaging her pussy. "Please! Mr Barassi!" She pleaded, close to panic. "I'm not on birth control! Please you need to stop!" *** Nigel paused, his black cock barely 4cm deep. Fuck, but she was tight! And wet! She was completely dripping with love juice - it was the only way he had any hope at all of pushing his thick black cock into her tight cunt. It felt incredible! Not on birth control? Fuck! He had expected a young, attractive chick like this to be on the pill! Surely she fucked guys all the time. But he was too far in now, there was not turning back. Nothing was going to stop him finishing himself inside her pussy. "Did you bring a condom?" He asked, knowing the answer. She hadn't expected any of this when she'd come over, so of course she didn't have one. Besides he had no intention of pulling out now. "No! But, I have some back home! Please let me get one!" "No." Nigel replied. "I'll pull out before I cum." With that he continued slowly fucking the incredible blonde with his throbbing black cock. *** "Ahhh!" Anna moaned despite herself. The huge black cock was slowly and rhythmically fucking her. She could feel the rigid pole pushing in and out in smooth motions. Looking down she saw that he was finishing each stroke with only about a third of his length inside her, yet she felt stuffed like never before. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this! "Please, it's too big!" "Relax!" Nigel said sternly. "If you stop tensing it'll go in easier!" "Noo! Ahhhhhhhhh." She moaned loudly as Nigel suddenly sucked one of her tits into his mouth. Her head dropped back onto the couch as she was overcome by this unexpected move. She felt him suck and slurp on her soft breast, flicking his tongue over her erect nipple. Being fucked slowly while he used his expert tongue on her sensitive tit was simply too much for her. Everything disappeared from her mind except the incredible wave of stimulation. "Ahhhhh ahhhhmmmm," she moaned. Just as her body relaxed, she felt Nigel drive his black cock forward firmly. "Oooohhhhhh!!," the young woman exclaimed, body jerking in surprise. She looked down in stunned amazement. Nigel's long, thick black cock had completely disappeared inside her tight young vagina! She felt so full, so stuffed, and wondered how she could still breathe - it felt as though the black cock was pressing against her throat! How could that monstrous thing be inside her? Nigel released her nipple and looked down at her smiling. "There we go. You're snug, but that makes this so much better for both of us." With that, he began to slowly fuck her with his full length, pulling back so only the thick head remained buried, then driving forwards so their hips connected. "Ohhhh ahhhh ohhhh ahhhhh!!" Anna was horrified at the sounds that were escaping her throat, but she couldn't stop them. He was so big inside her and she was stretched so tight that she could feel every single movement, every vein in his black cock; she could even feel it throbbing powerfully inside her. Nigel's rhythm slowly increased and Anna felt her body responding. Her hips were grinding back at him on their own accord, matching his tempo. "Ahhhhh ahhhhh ohhhh ahmmm!" Each thrust by the enormously thick pole brought her to a new height. Nothing she'd ever experienced came close to this. She was being pinned down, stretched to her absolute fullest, and fucked by a huge black cock - everything about the situation terrified her, yet it also turned her on more than she thought was possible. "Ahhh yesss ahhhh!!" *** Nigel couldn't believe himself as he fucked his stunning neighbour's tight wet pussy. Not only was it unbelievable that his audacious plan had actually worked, but it was clear the young blonde had lost control of herself again and was steadily building towards another orgasm. The very thought of her cumming on his black cock made his thick member swell further. His grunts joined Anna's moans in a chorus of pure sexual need. She was so tight!! He looked down and watched his throbbing black cock drive in and out of the delicious pussy. Fuck, but that was a sight to behold. He finally released his vice lice grip on Anna's wrists and straightened up. He slid one leg off the couch to support himself to allow a more powerful thrust. "Haaahhhhhhh ahhhHHHH!!" The beautiful teen's cries grew louder as his thrusts gained urgency and power. Her succulent breasts were bouncing this way and that with each increasingly forceful thrust of his throbbing black cock. He grabbed one of her toned legs and guided it up to his shoulder, stretching her hips wider. He wrapped his arms around her silky thigh, hugging it tightly to him as his hand roughly clung to her toned flesh, and drove his black cock deeper than ever. "Hhhhhaaaaa ahhhHHHH!!" She cried in pure pleasure. His other hand reached forwards and roughly massaged one of the young blondes ripe breasts. He kneaded and groped it as he continued to plough his black cock into her dripping pussy. When Anna began massaging and tugging on her other breast, Nigel knew he'd completely overwhelmed the last of her resistance. Now, in this moment, she was his. Driving his black cock home, he began slapping her breast, watching the soft flesh bounce. *** Anna felt Nigel slap her breast again and cried out. Somehow the mix of pain and pleasure increased her arousal further still. Nigel's enormous black cock continued to plough into her tight pussy. He had built up his pace slowly and was now fucking her hard and fast, her whole body shook each time he hammered his black cock home. She couldn't help but be impressed at his incredible stamina: he was fucking her as hard as she'd seen in any porno. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and grunts and an increasingly loud slapping noise as he hammered into her tight cunt. She could feel his heavy ball sack slapping against her ass with each stroke. She looked down between their bodies. Dimly she was horrified at what she saw, but she was simply to aroused to find the scene anything but excitedly erotic. The sight of Nigel's thick veiny black cock covered in her slick pussy juice as it hammered in and out of her tight pink pussy was incredibly arousing. It shocked her to see her young cunt taking that enormous pole: she looked as stretched as she felt. She felt each stroke of the powerful dick, felt it stretch her tight then pull back then drive forwards again. Each forceful stroke sent electric sensations deep inside her as it massaged every millimetre of her vagina. So this is what it feels like to get fucked properly, she thought. "Ahhhh yesss ahhhh just like ahhhh ahhhhhhh that!" She cried out as she felt herself hurtling towards orgasm. She'd never cum twice in one session before, but this time she knew it was inevitable. "You like that huh? You like being fucked by my big black cock?" "Ahhh, yesss, ahhhahhhh, please just like that! Oohhhh!" "Yea slut that's it, ask for it!" "Ohhhh yes! Give it to ahhhhhahhh meeee!" "Give what?" Nigel demanded above her, even though she knew he knew the answer: he was just exerting his dominance by making her beg. "Ahhh ahhhhh!" "Say it! Do you want to cum on my black cock?" "Ahhh hhaaaaa please ahhh make me cum!!" "How?!?" "AhhhHHHH! Fuck me with ahhhh your big black cock hhhhhaaaaahhhhhh!" Anna was completely driven beyond the point of humiliation - only one thing mattered. "Yess! Ahhh like that! Ahhhhh! Please fuck me ohhhhh just ahhhh like ahhhhhhhh that!!" "Ahhhhh ahhhhhh make ahhhHHHH HHHAAAAA MEEEEEEE CUMMMMMMMM!!" Her orgasm finally exploded within her. It was indescribable. Her entire body bucked and quivered as impossibility strong waves of ecstasy smashed the young woman. The restriction she felt as her pussy convulsed and clamped down on the engorged black cock that had delivered her unfathomable pleasure brought still more height to her orgasm. On and on it went, wave after torrential wave. "Ahhh yeaaaaaa FUCCKKKKKK!!" Nigel cried out above her. She felt him drive his raging black cock into her vagina deeper and harder than ever, and even as her own body continued to be wracked with her orgasm she felt his already thick black cock swell even further. Oh fuck, he's cumming inside me!! she realised. The horrific realisation seemed to only drive her orgasm stronger still. Her vision blurred as every ounce of her being rode the unbelievable orgasm. It was all she was, her entire existence was wracked with an unprecedented wave of pure sexual ecstasy. *** Nigel felt the young blonde's already snug pussy clamp down even tighter on his black cock as he erupted his hot thick seed deep inside her. Wave after wave of his cum began filling her fertile young womb. He was cumming harder than ever before; it was pure heaven. The young woman beneath him continued to jerk as her own exquisite orgasm surged through her body for what seemed like hours as time lost all meaning. Her tight cunt convulsed, extracting every last drop of his cum from his heavy balls. He continued to fuck her, completely draining himself into the fit nineteen-year-old blonde. Eventually his own orgasm finally came off its peak Nigel looked down and saw that his thick cum had completely filled her pussy and was overflowing, dripping down her perfect ass and onto the couch. With a final thrust, Nigel collapsed forward in exhaustion. *** As her own incredible orgasm subsided, Anna was dimly aware of Nigel collapsing on top of her heavily. His large black cock was still buried balls-deep inside her, and though it was slowly softening she could still feel the pressure as it continued to fill pussy. Despite Nigel's weight on top of her, her hips continued to grind slowly and her pussy was still contracting on his impressive black cock with the tail end of her orgasm. It was as though her body was loath to come down from its incredible climax. She was panting heavily, as though she'd just finished a 5-kilometre sprint. They lay there for several minutes recovering utterly spent: the beautiful young woman trapped beneath the older man with his black cock still lodged snugly inside her pussy. Eventually, Nigel stirred, pushing himself up. "Holy fuck," he said, still breathless. "You really are the most fuck incredible ever!" It was meant as a compliment, but it stung. As his flaccid dick slid out of her pussy, Anna felt a strange sense of emptiness. She glanced down at it. Even limp, it looked large and meaty. It was covered in her own slick wetness, and a single drop of thick white cum hung from the tip. He came inside me, she thought vaguely. Shit! She leapt upwards as the reality crashed home. Instantly her vision swam and darkened and she staggered, still recovering from her orgasm. She felt strong arms catch her, wrapping her up in careful embrace. "Easy there," Nigel steady voice said. "After cumming that hard, you need to give yourself a few minutes to recover." "No! Get away from me!" Anna protested, pushing him away. "You just came inside me! You promised you wouldn't!" She glared up at him accusingly. "So what?" Nigel shrugged. "I'm clean, and you can just go off and get a morning after pill from the chemist. You won't get pregnant." "I can't!" Anna cried. "Mum and dad took my credit card and they won't let me drive!" Nigel paused for a moment, then said, "Fine, I'll go pick one up tonight and I'll give it to you tomorrow when you come over." "What?" Anna replied, shocked. "You're making me come back?" "Absolutely. You haven't finished cleaning up," he replied. "Oh, and you'll need to be punished again. I can think of a few instances where you broke the rules." "What!! No way that's totally unfair!" "Speaking without permission again," Nigel chided smugly, and Anna snapped her mouth shut. *** "I'll get home from work tomorrow at 5pm, and I expect you to be waiting eagerly by my front door when I arrive. Understood?" "Yea," the pretty blonde replied sullenly. Nigel sighed, "Say it properly." A glare and a pause. Good, she was getting her fire back. "Yes sir". "Better. You may go now." He said dismissively. He watched as she looked around, then she tentatively asked him, "Um, sir, where are my clothes?" "Oh, you won't need them." Her eyes widened in surprise. "But, sir, I, ahh, I can't go outside like this!" "Like what?" "Uh, naked." "Yes, you are, aren't you," Nigel replied, smiling as she blushed. "I think it is a fitting punishment for your latest indiscretions. And besides, I think you look perfect as you are. Why not let the whole world see what a hot piece of work you are?" She blushed a deeper shade of red and tried to cover herself with her arms. Fuck she was cute when embarrassed and humiliated. "Please sir! Please! I've tried to do everything you asked." Nigel pretended to consider for a moment. He had no intention of sending her home naked - he didn't want someone to inadvertently see. But he enjoyed teasing her like this, and he did need to make a point. "Fine, wear this." He threw her his shirt. "But you will get punished tomorrow instead, understand?" The attractive nineteen-year-old hesitantly took his shirt. "Um yes sir." "Oh, and one more thing." The hot nineteen-year-old reluctantly stopped and looked at him sourly, holding the shirt in front of her in an attempt to cover herself. Nigel smiled at her and said, "You will leave all your bedroom curtains fully open from now on. No closing them. For anything. Ever." Anna looked at him, shocked. He could tell she wanted to argue, but after a moment she thought better of it. "Yes sir." "Good. That'll be all, slut." He watched as she slipped his shirt on. It was loose and baggy on her and hung from her large boobs, but it wasn't very long. She tried pulling it down awkwardly, but it didn't help much. As the stunning young woman turned to leave, Nigel smiled at the sight. The shirt didn't quite cover her entire ass: he could just make out the seductive line where ass met tanned thigh. Fuck me, he thought, collapsing onto his couch as the door closed behind her. I can't fucking wait to get started with her tomorrow! *** ...to be continued... ======== Chapter 3 ======== Anna slammed the front door to her parent's house behind her, locked the deadbolt and then collapsed against it hugging herself. Safe. Finally safe. Her head was spinning and she was breathing heavily, close to panic. Her athletic legs felt like they were made of jelly. She tried to collect herself. What the hell just happened? she asked herself. The afternoon's events seemed so surreal, almost as though they hadn't actually happened to her, like a dream or an out of body experience. The day had started out normal enough. Actually no, she reminded herself. Nothing about the day was normal. Waking up, head pounding and hung-over was not a normal occurrence - not for her. But, one might be expected to wake up in such a state the morning after your nineteenth birthday. But fuck, things had gone downhill from there. First discovering the police were investigating her party and that the neighbours were considering pushing charges for damage to their properties. That was most certainly not familiar territory for the young blonde from a protected and privileged upbringing. Her parents had been utterly furious - hardly surprising given the circumstances, but again, not normal. The level of punishment the handed her that was unprecedented for the spoilt blonde: grounded, no meeting friends or boyfriend, no car and no credit card. They'd never been that harsh before. Then there was the cleaning. They were making her single handedly tidy both neighbour's homes, and their own, following the damage her party had caused. Funnily enough, while she was totally unaccustomed to picking up rubbish and broken glass on her hands and knees, doing so at the Robinson's place actually seemed like the most normal part of the day. But then... Her gut tightened and she swallowed when she thought about her other neighbour. That was when things had really turned south. What the fuck did I do? she wondered rhetorically. She knew exactly what she'd done: the memories were crystal clear in her mind. Ever single aspect. Every moment, every touch... How could she ever forget? Bathers. It all started with her bathers. Why the fuck had she been so stupid! How could she have just let herself be convinced to strip down to her red bikini, specifically chosen to tease and entice her boyfriend, to rescue furniture from her neighbour's pool! She'd noticed Nigel, her middle-aged neighbour, leering at her as she'd approached the pool, but she'd never expected him to push things further. But he had. And, she'd gone along with his demands, even somewhat willingly. Sure, she'd been blackmailed to suck his black cock to keep the videos from the previous night from ending up with the police, but if she was honest with herself, she actually had found the experience exciting and arousing. Something that asshole had been astute enough to pick up! That had been utterly humiliating, when he'd made her reveal that she'd gotten wet while sucking his enormous black cock. But, if she'd found the blowjob a confusingly complex mixture of humiliation, disgust and excitement, it was nothing compared to what had happened next. The spanking had started out innocent enough. Hell, if she considered that innocent, then it was really an indication of how wrongly things had turned out for the young university student. Nothing about bending over a couch dressed only in her bikini while her neighbour spanked her mostly bare ass with his belt was innocent! Nothing! She could still feel his blows raining down on her round bum: she remembered the pain and the humiliation as clear as day, and her ass was still tender. Yet somehow, mixed in with that, he'd somehow touched on a deep sexual hunger within her. By the end of the spanking, she'd been dripping wet and, ready, desperate even, for proper sexual release. She hadn't been able to admit it at the time (how could she with him there?) but now, in the quiet security of her own home, she could finally admit as much to herself. After that, when he'd first kissed her delicious pussy, that was when her world was really turned on its head. She shivered and blushed at the memory of his slick tongue ravishing her pussy. Why had it felt so fucking amazing? It had been like... like... like pure heaven. Magical bliss. And the orgasm... fuuuuuck. Indescribable. The recollection sent a shiver of warm tingles through her body. If men found blowjobs a tenth as amazing as the oral sex she received, then it was no wonder they were all obsessed with getting their girlfriends on their knees! She wondered if all men were that skilled with their tongues, or if Nigel was particularly gifted. Something told her the latter was true, though she didn't know why she thought that. I'll have to get Dave to go down on me one time, she thought, blushing again. Absently she cupped one of her ripe D cup breasts in a hand and squeezed gently. At the thought of Dave, she felt a sudden pang of guilt. She'd just cheated on her boyfriend! Instantly she felt ashamed - she knew he'd never betray her, and yet she'd just sucked and fucked her neighbour, and cum herself in the process! Twice! What's more, she'd barely spared him a thought throughout the entire ordeal - except (she was ashamed to admit) to notice the stark differences between Dave and Nigel's black cock size and stamina. Somehow she knew that there was no way in hell Dave could have lasted as long as Nigel had when he'd been fucking her. Oh, and the sex! Her eyes stared across the hallway unseeing as she relived the incredible fucking she'd just received. She'd never enjoyed sex before - her only other partner hadn't cared whatsoever for her comfort or arousal. But, although Nigel's black cock had terrified her with its size, the sex had been... amazing. She could clearly remember herself being stretched wide by that incredibly thick, long throbbing black cock. Even now she was shocked at how Nigel had brought her to orgasm a second time, so soon after the first one. She'd never doubled up in a session before, and the strength of that second orgasm had eclipsed even the first one. A deep down primal part of her longed to experience that amazing sexual ecstasy again. Absently a hand slipped down between her legs and a single finger ran delicately along her exposed pussy. It was still wet and sticky, her own juices mixed with her neighbour's thick, glumpy sperm which was now starting to dribble down the inside of her toned thighs. Suddenly she came back to the present and all at once the weight of dozens of conflicting emotions crashed down on the innocent nineteen-year-old blonde. She buried her face in her hands and slid her back down the door until her bare ass rested on the cool polished timber floorboards. Her mind raced, barely processing each emotional thought before jumping to the next. Shit shit shit! He came inside me! What the fuck was I thinking, going along with his demands? Why did it feel so fucking good? He wasn't even wearing a condom! I can still taste his black cock and cum in my mouth! Yuck!!! I cheated on Dave! That video! Fuck! No one can ever see that video! I can't go to jail! He watched me in my red bikini that was meant for Dave! I actually moaned while he spanked me! He groped my boobs! He groped my ass! And I just let him! I didn't even put up a fight! How could I? He has the videos, and... It felt so fucking good... I should go to the police! He forced me! No! I can't - he'll send that movie and ruin my life. Even if it ruins his, I can't go to prison! I let him eat my pussy! Fuck, it was so incredible! I finally came on a black cock... it was all I wanted yesterday... Shit! Fucking shit! He came inside me without a condom!! Will I ever cum like that again? Oh, those orgasms... They feel soooo dam amazing... She knew that she should cry. She knew that she should be a sobbing wreck. But the tears wouldn't come, try as she might. She tried focus on the bad stuff - the blackmail, the fear, the humiliation - but somehow her mind always latched onto how incredible it had made her feel instead. What is wrong with me? she wondered, but no answer came. For a time she sat there collecting her thoughts, leaning against the front door, the beautiful athletic teenager with silky blonde hair and full ripe breasts, who was wearing nothing but her neighbour's shirt, bare ass growing cool on the floorboards as the sperm which dripped from her pussy slowly dried to a crusty film on her soft skin. Eventually she looked up and took a deep breath, eyes still dry. While she couldn't reconcile her feelings about what had happened, she knew something for certain: she wasn't going to let it define her. She wasn't going to let him define her. She'd always had a strong sense of self-assurance, and despite the hiccup today, she intended to keep it that way. Today he'd taken her by surprise, ambushed her, and she'd gone along with his demands without being able to think of any counter. He'd pushed her buttons and she'd caved in. But now she had time to collect herself, to prepare herself mentally. Build walls. What happened today - caving in like that and succumbing to his touch - was not going to happen again. Not for him. Whatever happened, she was not going to let herself become that pathetic, desperate girl again who orgasmed for her horrid neighbour. Mind set and determined she set about her tasks at hand. First and foremost, she needed to get herself cleaned up. Fuck, the thought of having her neighbour's cum still inside her young vagina still freaked her out. She felt sick every time she remembered it. Sick with fear of pregnancy, and even sicker (if that was even possible) with the realisation that his cum actually turned her on. She hurried upstairs, bare feet patting gently on the hardwood flooring. Remembering Nigel's last command, she ducked into her bedroom and made sure the curtains were fully open. Fine , she thought. If that asshole wants to perv on me in my bedroom - then I'll just make sure there's nothing for him to see. She hastily grabbed some loose, baggy clothes from her wardrobe and ducked back out of the room, heading for the shower. *** From his upstairs spare room Nigel watched as the blonde nineteen-year-old next door slipped inside her bedroom. Fuck, she was a stunning piece of work! Her long, tanned athletic legs were perfectly on show, completely uncovered by her only piece of clothing - his own shirt. There was something amazingly erotic about watching a beautiful woman walking around wearing his shirt and nothing else. He couldn't quite put his finger on why that was the case and it certainly wasn't as flattering as a bikini or lingerie or any number of well-cut outfits. But it was defiantly erotic. He smirked as the beautiful teenager shifted awkwardly through her room, clearly aware and uncomfortable that she was being watched. Her gaze pointedly avoided the windows, as though ignoring them altogether would make her unseen watcher disappear. He watched as she hastily snatched some clothes from her wardrobe, and was mildly disappointed that she crouched down carefully so as not to provide him a view of her bare ass. Don't worry, my little slut, he thought, I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. Quick as she'd entered, Anna Wade disappeared from his view again, and Nigel sagged backwards, resting against the doorframe. Somehow he knew that he wouldn't see her again for hours. He still could scarcely believe what had transpired that afternoon. What he'd just done. A part of him felt guilty at how he'd blackmailed and taken advantage of the young woman. After what he'd done, how could he not? He'd coerced her into sucking his black cock. He'd spanked and groped her ass despite her feeble protests. He'd given her oral sex against her wishes. And, he'd actually fucked her with his throbbing black cock even as she'd struggled and begged him to stop. And the icing on the cake, literally, was that he'd cum deep inside her young pussy even after she'd revealed that she wasn't on birth control. It was completely immoral and completely illegal to boot. Was it illegal if she was moaning and enjoying it as much - perhaps even more - then he? But it had been so fucking amazing. He'd never dreamt of blackmailing a woman in that way before. That feeling of power, of control had been immensely arousing. It was intoxicating. And now that he'd tried it, now that he'd tasted her sweet juices and witnessed her orgasm first hand, he knew he couldn't help but chase it again. Chase her again. Take her again. *** The air in the bathroom was thick with steam and felt heavy to breath. If she opened her eyes, Anna knew she would struggle to see the door only a few meters away through the swirling mist, but she kept her eyes screwed shut. The steaming hot water streamed down her elegant body as she stood directly under its path, absorbing the heat. Her tanned skin was glowing with a gentle shade of red, and she had her face tipped upwards into the hot stream. She'd turned the temperature up as high as she could bear, and then a bit more - it took all her concentration to stay under the hot flow, which meant her mind couldn't dwell on the afternoon's events. Without opening her eyes, the young blonde reached out and pumped a few large squirts of body wash into her hand from the bottle on the ledge. Turning slightly so the water only washed down her back, she began lathering the lotion over the front of her body. Her delicate hands glided over her smooth skin as she covered herself in the lubricating body wash. She rubbed it over her athletically toned abs, up her sides and across the top of her chest, then she ran both hands down her chest over her full, supple breasts. After repeating the motion a number of times the teen was completely covered in slick and soapy lotion, and she began rubbing herself in a rapid motion, scrubbing herself clean, as though trying to wash away the dirtiness of the day. She scrubbed herself here and there, top to toe. When she ran a hand upwards from her toned thigh, up her abdomen and to one of her breasts, she paused momentarily, cupping the full flesh in her hand. Her breast felt slightly tender in her hand and suddenly memories of her sensitive tit being pinched, slapped, sucked and abused washed back over her. Suddenly acutely aware that only a short time earlier her mid-aged neighbour had been groping her womanly mounds with unbridled hunger, Anna began vigorously washing her full breasts. Yuck! Gross! It freaked her out that anyone other than her boyfriend had had their way with her - especially someone older than her own father! Yet even as she sloped the silky soap mixture over her tits in an attempt to desperately wash the memories away, she realised that her vigorous washing motion was causing her breasts to shake and bounce in a way eerily familiar to earlier that day... She was lying on her back on the couch in her neighbour's living room and her body shook with a steady rhythmic pounding that caused her exposed breasts to bounce around on her chest. She could feel Nigel's hot breath on her face, she could hear herself moaning as his throbbing black cock ploughed forcefully in and out of her stretched and waiting pussy. A flame of excitement grew warm inside her, and Anna wasn't sure whether it was purely recollection or something more present... No! She snapped herself out of the memory. Even though she still had a dirty feeling on her skin, Anna forced herself to stop washing her breasts. They are already clean, she tried reassuring herself. But the truth of the matter was her tits were simply too sensitive, and even the simple stimulation of rubbing them down with soapy water was just too much for her to handle at the moment. Suddenly the realisation that she was standing naked in the shower was too much for her. She felt exposed, vulnerable. She glanced at the door, as though expecting someone to burst through at any second and take advantage of her again and again. Would she even resist if they did? You're being totally ridiculous, she scolded herself. The door was locked, and the one small window in the bathroom was up high and made of frosted glass. And the house was fully locked up - she'd checked every door twice since returning. She was safe. She turned the water temperature up further to distract herself, but the vulnerable feeling didn't subside. Anna hurriedly finished washing her body, then turned her attention to the last spot yet to clean: her vagina. Taking a deep breath, she ran her soapy hand along her smooth, shaved slit. Immediately warm tingles ran up her spine, and she froze, a single fingertip nestled between lobes. A recollection flashed: strong fingers probing her moist pussy as she knelt obediently on the couch, a thick throbbing rod filling her mouth... Get a grip girl! Anna scolded herself, struggling to stay in control. All she needed to do was to clean herself. Wash away her neighbour's saliva and the scent of her own humiliating arousal. Wash away the sweat that coated her silky skin, both her own and his. But most importantly, wash away his thick, sticky seed that had been emptied deep inside of her and filled her young moist cunt so fully. Hastily, she snatched the showerhead off its holder and guided it down, pointing the jet of hot water directly up at her pussy. Though she hoped the hot water would abate her arousal, the young woman was fully aware of the danger this added stimulation posed. Soon, very soon, she knew that her body would adjust to the heat and then the constant pressure from the jet would begin re-kindling her arousal: she'd done this numerous times previously when masturbating alone. Anna needed to move quickly. Taking a deep breath, Anna slid two fingers inside her pussy. Working quickly, she began cleaning her canal, cleansing herself with the hot water. Delicate fingers worked in and out quickly, washing away the day. She parted them slightly as she did so, allowing the steamy water to flow inside her cunt to help cleanse it of Nigel's intrusion. Her pussy felt smooth - it always did - but there was a definite slickness to it as well this time, the tell-tale sign that she'd been wet with arousal a short time earlier. Slick with his cum. The thought floated through the teenagers mind, and she felt herself grow hot. In and out, in and out Anna's fingers worked her cunt quickly. Just getting clean, she reassured herself. In and out. Slightly deeper. Yes, just a bit deeper... I must get clean properly, she thought... a bit deeper... Anna's eyes closed, her brow furrowed in a frown of concentration, fighting to stay on task. In and out... a bit deeper... clean... yes, just there... The blonde unconsciously shifted her feet apart and bent her knees slightly, opening her pelvis. Her fingers were now burying themselves to the depth of her second knuckle - she rarely went that deep when masturbating, especially not with two fingers - but now it felt... good... Her tempo increased. In and out her finger worked her vaginal canal as the shower head continued to shoot a constant stream of pressure on her pussy lips. The mist swirled in the bathroom, and the young blonde bit her lip as her mind was slipping from it's focus on cleansing herself and onto other, unwanted thoughts. In and out... In and out... deeper... He was so big inside her and she was stretched so tight that she could feel every single movement, every vein...Her hips were grinding back at him on their own accord, matching his tempo...Each thrust by the enormously thick pole brought her to a new height.... "Please..." the soft whisper escaped her full lips. She vaguely registered hearing her own soft voice, but it sounded a million miles away, as though spoken by a different person in another language. Yet, the very act of hearing that faint whisper was enough to break her trance. She froze momentarily as her eyes snapped open, shocked with herself, before hastily pulling her fingers out of her hungry pussy. What the fuck was I doing? Fucking hell! Get a grip Anna, fucking get a grip! Straightening, she steeled herself again. "Enough," she said to herself firmly and turned the shower off. She was shaking, but whether from anger, humiliation or deprivation she was unsure. Finally stepping out of the steamy shower, the young blonde wrapped herself protectively in her thick towel and hugged herself. Clean. Finally clean, Anna thought. Nothing left of him on me, she reassured herself. She'd scrubbed every centimetre of her shapely body, yet she didn't feel pure. "I'm clean. It's over," she said out loud, trying to sound convincing. Instead, all she heard was her own insecurity and denial. The conflicted nineteen-year-old quickly dressed in her loose tracksuit pants and baggy jumper. It was probably the only set of clothes she owned that didn't hug and cling to her perfect curves. Normally she enjoyed looking her absolute best: there was a certain satisfaction in turning heads and feeling others envy at her beauty. It was a key reason she'd always been the most popular girl at her school. Sure, having rich parents certainly helped, as did her good grades, but she'd always known it was her looks that really set her above her peers. As she saw it, in mix of arrogance and nativity, anyone could luck out with a rich family - or make themselves successful and become rich - and anyone could work hard and get good grades. But your looks were different. You were either naturally beautiful or you weren't. Too tall? Too bad. Ugly face? Lost cause. No chest? May as well just dress like a guy. Sure, looking your absolute best meant a lot of hard work: she spent countless hours working out at the gym to make sure she kept her toned legs and stomach and a tight round ass, and sure, she liked using makeup and nice clothes to make sure she looked her absolute best - but even without all that she was a class above everyone else. Leagues above most, in her opinion anyway. She looked in the mirror. It was still partially fogged up with steam, but nevertheless she could make out her figure. The baggy jumper was stretched slightly across her the top of her full chest, and the way it cascaded down like a waterfall to sway loosely underneath her sculpted breasts still seemed to highlight their presence. And although the pants were loose on her long athletic legs, they still moulded snugly around her firm round bum. Somehow dressing in a way to hide her figure actually served to single out some of her most catching features. For the first time in her life, the nineteen-year-old wished that she wasn't quite as pretty as she was. Perhaps then she could hide inside some old house clothes, like most chicks could. Perhaps that asshole dealer at the party last night wouldn't have been so brazen as to take advantage of her when she had been passed out and vulnerable. Perhaps, if she weren't so pretty, that disgusting perv next door wouldn't have bothered to set up his cameras to film her bedroom, or to bother his attempted blackmail. But all that conjecture was pointless. All those things had happened to her, and she was in this shit storm of a situation. No point in denying it. Now she had to get herself out of this mess. For a fleeting instant an unwanted voice whispered from the edge of her consciousness. "Those orgasms were beyond anything you've ever dreamed of - are you sure you want to get out of this mess?" it probed, but again, the young woman quashed it forcefully. Determined to keep unwanted thought from taking hold again, Anna unlocked the bathroom door and headed off downstairs begin cleaning the chaos that was the aftermath of her party. Perhaps making herself busy would distract her. She soon found that wasn't the case. *** Next door, Nigel was also busy at work himself. However, while his young neighbour was miserably tiding up the mess her party had left while struggling to keep her mind from wandering to the afternoon's events, his attention was eagerly and singularly focused. Such was his tunnel vision that Nigel hadn't noticed the room growing darker and darker as the sunset and dusk transitioned to night. His entire house was bathed in thick darkness with not a single light turned on, save for a single downstairs source. Nigel sat in his office, leaning forwards intently focused on his large ultra wide and slightly curved computer monitor. He barely blinked as his eyes darted across the bright screen, drinking in every detail. Every so often his fingers would deftly dart along the keyboard, as the other hand would click away on the mouse rapidly. This was usually followed by a pause of varying lengths, as he continued to stare eagerly at the motion on the screen. In between the bursts of keyboard and mouse activity, a free hand would slip under his desk to stroke his once again rock-hard erection. Even he was surprised that he was already this hard again, having just cum not once but twice in the last few hours thanks to his tight nineteen-year-old neighbour - he was hardly a young man anymore. But then, given his current project, which fixated his attention, perhaps it wasn't so surprising after all. Three hours. Well, three hours and fourteen minutes. That was how long the young busty woman had been at his home. And almost every single minute of it was captured on at least one security or hidden camera. Much of it - particularly the important bits - had been captured on two cameras. And the best part of the day, in the lounge room - was covered by three high definition video cameras. All in all, he had five hours and 29 minutes of footage to process that contained some aspect of Anna Wade's afternoon. Sure some of it was garbage, but parts of it - large parts - were literally priceless. Dutifully he worked long into the night, assessing and labelling, cutting, stitching and editing. Occasionally he would glance at the smaller monitor on the far end of his desk. It was normally split into four screens displaying different outdoor security cameras, but now it was set to a single camera, which watched the lifeless upstairs bedroom next door. Although disappointed, he wasn't surprised at the lack of activity. It wasn't until the early hours of the next morning that the 53 year old finally stood from his desk and headed upstairs to his bed. He finishing himself off with some lube and a rag at sometime around midnight, and when he lay down in his bedroom it actually ached a little; a muscle that had had a hard days workout. Despite the streaks of grey in his otherwise black hair, he felt younger than he'd felt in years. *** When Anna woke, the lounge room was already filled with bright morning sunshine. Grumbling she rolled over, pulling the blanket over her head as she buried her face into the back of the couch in an attempt to salvage a few more minutes of precious sleep. Her head throbbed with a distant but ever present ache for the second day in a row. Why am I so bloody tired? she thought. And why am I sleeping on the couch? Her sleep-deprived mind was slow and groggy as she pieced memories together. She remembered spending a couple of hours cleaning up her parents house after her rogue nineteenth birthday party. That had been a right old pain (when was the last time she'd been made to clean like that!), and she vaguely remembered opening a bottle of her parents red to help her through her chore. Outside a crow 'cawed' loudly from right outside the lounge room window, the sharp piercing sound sent jolts of pain through her throbbing head. She rolled over as she cursed the unknown cause of her aching brain. After the cleaning she remembered settling down on the couch to watch a movie. With a spark of excitement she opened her eyes and quickly scanned the room, squinting against the bright light. If she'd settled down for a movie then surely she would have invited her boyfriend Dave over. But there was no sign of another human's presence: the room was undisturbed other than herself and an empty wine bottle on the coffee table just within her reach. Well, that explains the headache, she thought. She felt a pang of disappointment: perhaps if Dave had stayed then he could have snuggled up to her and held her in his strong, muscular arms... The dazed nineteen-year-old closed her eyes and smiled, imagining cuddling up to her boyfriend. Imagining his body's heat, the weight of his arm resting down her slender waist with his hand cupping her round ass. A warm flame of excitement grew deep down as she let her fantasy run free for a few moments, as a hand slipped inside her pants to gently finger her longing vagina. It was already slick. If only Dave were here now, she wished. She flicked a finger delicately across her moist lobes and instantly felt a surge of sexual need. She was horny as hell, and clearly had been for some time. Where the fuck is a boyfriend when you need one, she wondered. Fuck, I'm so fucking horny; any big thick cock would do... Instantly the reserved teen felt her face grow hot, embarrassed at the thought, despite the accompanying jolt of excitement. Still absently fingering herself, Anna distracted her mind from the internal shame by posing herself with a question: why did she wake up so dam horny when normally she would have just masturbated herself to sleep in mood like this? She remembered tossing and turning throughout the night, unable to get comfortable. Should've just gone to bed instead of trying to sleep on a stupid couch, she scolded herself. But, it wasn't the couch that had made her restless last night. It was the fact that she was horny as hell. Her fingers began focusing on her clit, circling faster. Her heart rate quickened. Why hadn't she just masturbated last night? She'd never held back before. Well, except for on her birthday when she'd been saving herself for Dave. When she'd been focused, desperate even, to orgasm on a cock for the first time. And she had. Despite her headache and memories being a blur, Anna knew that much. She'd orgasmed on a cock yesterday, and it had been the most fucking amazing feeling ever. The young blonde smiled to herself and let out a low moan as her fingers quickened further. Fuck she was already close. She could remember lying on her back as the huge throbbing rod had rammed it's way in and out of her tight young cunt. Eyes still shut, the young woman's full lips opened as a deep moan escaped. "Ahhh hmmm...." Her fingers quickened. She shifted slightly so she was on her back, legs spreading wide to open herself up, just as she'd done yesterday on the couch as that amazing cock had driven her to newfound heights. "Agghhh haaaaa ahhhhh.... yesssss....." She was on the very verge of cumming, when a strange realisation hit her. She hadn't seen Dave yesterday at all. That's odd, she thought. Her fingers slowed slightly, just barely enough to keep her on the very verge of orgasm without actually tipping her over. She'd definitely been fucked by a cock yesterday. A long and impossibly thick cock. Her fingers quickened again. "Ahhhhh ahhhhhhhh!" Dave's cock wasn't that big. Not even close. She'd seen it on her birthday. Something wasn't quite right. She was locked in a race against time, a race against herself. Her instincts told her that she needed to figure this out before she came: she didn't have long. The black cock that Anna had fucked had driven her all the way to indescribable ecstasy. Those large balls had emptied their thick seed deep inside her, coating and filling her pristine womb. She'd never cum so hard in her life. "Haaaaa ahhhmmmm!!" She was on the very brink. Dave wouldn't cum inside her. Dave wouldn't fuck her without a condom. This doesn't make sense, something isn't right! she cried out internally even as she hurtled towards her climax. "Ahhh ahhh aaahhHHH!" She hadn't even seen Dave yesterday. But she had been filled - really filled - by a black cock. Then the realisation hit. She'd been fucked on a couch. On her neighbour's couch. By her neighbour. "Fuuuuckk!!!" She screamed, practically ripping her hand away from her soaked pussy. Her hips involuntary lifted upwards, following her escaping hand as her pussy quivered, hungrily longing for its precious climax. Everything came flooding back. She sat up, feeling sick. Sick that she'd caved in like that yesterday, cumming for him. Horrified that the very memory made her wet and horny. But before she had a chance to process things further, she heard footsteps padding on the floorboards towards the lounge room. Her immediate response was one of sheer panic, thinking her neighbour had somehow gotten inside, before realising there was a certain familiarity to the rhythm of those steps... "Honey, is everything alright?" her mother asked, leaning through the doorway. Anna sat up rubbing her eyes to disguise her initial panic as relief flooded through her. "Yea Mum," she replied, looking up. "Just sat up too quick, my head is killing me." If the 40-year-old woman felt sympathy for her young daughter then she hid it well, instead fixing Anna with a level gaze. "Really Anna, that's hardly surprising now is it, given that you single handedly drank your way through a whole bottle of wine last night," she observed. "C'mon Mum," Anna complained, looking up. "Do you really need to give me a lecture now?" Tiffany sniffed disapprovingly, but allowed a wry twitch of her lips that communicated both a level of humour and empathy for her daughter. "Your Dad and I will be heading off to the office soon," her Mum said, turning to return to the kitchen. "There's a pot of tea on the table if you'd like any." Anna watched her Mum leave in silent admiration. Much like her daughter Tiffany was stunningly beautiful and could turn heads simply by existing, she had pretty face with large hazel eyes and framed by long wavy hair. Tiffany was also gifted with a stunning figure top to toe, from her legs to her round ass and narrow waist to her full breasts: she was very much a slightly more mature, slightly fuller - but only in the right places - version of her teenage daughter. Anna had always been proud to have inherited her Mum's physique, but today, she wished she had another of her mother's traits: her strong, determined personality. Tiffany had built a highly successful career in finance, working for a number of the most prestigious firms in the country. She'd fought and climbed her way up through the corporate ladder through force of will and a ruthless drive for success, becoming the youngest female Senior Partner in the company's history. A few years ago, however, she'd left that behind to start up a firm with her husband - of which she was now Director and he, the CEO. Anna knew without a doubt that her mum would never cave in to the twisted and humiliating sexual demands of that opportunistic pervert next door. Not in a million years. No, Anna knew for certain that her Mum would have had the strength to not only deny his disgusting demands but also turn it back on Nigel. He'd probably be behind bars already, Anna thought with both vindication and shame. Unlike how she imagined her mum to react, Anna had caved. She'd given in to Nigel's demands, humiliated herself. Why can't I have Mum's strength? she thought sourly. It was because she was scared. Scared of his threat to go to the police with her supposed connection to the drug dealer. Scared of her friends and family finding out that she had - although unknowingly - sucked off a complete stranger. What really unsettled her now, even more than the shame of what she'd already done, was knowing that she'd be expected to go next door to continue - supposedly anyway - cleaning Nigel's yard again. Her own parents had sent her to Nigel to fix the damage her party had caused, and she hadn't yet finished her task. Suddenly a thought came to her. Anna jumped to her feet - and promptly staggered and groaned as her vision swam and head throbbed painfully. She steadied herself by leaning on the back of the couch for a few moments. Fucking hangover, she thought miserably. Once her vision settled and her headache had receded back to a dull ache, Anna moved on, following her Mum through to the kitchen. Her father was seated at the table finishing a bowl of cereal while her mum was stacking the dishwasher. Anna sat at the table and her father looked up. Although he was an imposing figure, tall and strongly built, Anna had always found him to be the softer parent. Best try with him. She glanced uneasily to her mum - it would be best to try when she wasn't within earshot. Anna wouldn't have to wait long: her mum would leave the room to collect her handbag as soon as she'd finished the dishwasher. The young woman took a deep breath. Just play it cool, she told herself. Act normal, and wait for Mum to leave the room. "Feeling ok princess?" Aaron asked. Shit. That was her cue, her opening to try her luck at escaping her afternoon's torment - but her Mum was still nearby. On the other hand, if she brushed it off now, then she couldn't go back-pedal. It was now or never. "Oh, not that great Dad," she responded, trying to sound both innocent and unwell while stealing a glance at her Mum. Outwardly Tiffany appeared oblivious to the conversation at the dining table. "Oh," her father said. "What's up?" "My head feels like it's splitting in two," she groaned slowly. Fuck, that was not the right angle to take! Her groggy mind tried to fumble a better tact. Her father was grimacing at her - or was he trying to hide a smile? Yes, there was that definite amused twinkle in his eyes, but he said nothing. "Um, look Dad, I spent hours and hours yesterday cleaning up," she continued, trying not to glance at her mum. "I completely finished the Robinson's, and spent hours of hard work" - hard? Fuck, why had she chosen that word!? - "at Mr Barassi's place" - cleaning his fucking dick and not much else - "and I pretty much finished here too" - cleaning? More like polishing that rod, and bloody hell it had felt good - "and I've got Unit lectures today" - oh and his tongue! - "so - " - she shivered at the memory of the incredible orgasms - "so I was hoping that I'd done enough and you'd let me off cleaning today?" The last bit came out all in a breathy rush. Was she blushing? Or was she warm with arousal. Why can't I just stay focused! Her dad pursed his lips and watched her thoughtfully, then said, "The place does look a lot better - " he paused for a moment, then she felt her heart leap in hope at his next words "- so perhaps you have done -" And her brief hope went crashing down in a fiery blaze as her mother cut in. "I saw Nigel's front lawn this morning," Tiffany said sharply. "It's still a complete mess. I don't know what you were doing yesterday but you clearly have plenty of hard work to do to get Mr Barassi's place back to what it was." Ahh shit. "And I expect you to keep going over there until the job is done if I have to drag you over there myself. And don't think your father or I will be helping you cover the cost of his broken windows. Understood?" Tiffany delivered her glare equally between her husband and daughter, driving the point home that he was not to go lenient on his daughter. Anna felt like crying, but she struggled to maintain a steady, if disappointed face. Shit. Fucking shit. Delivered back to that asshole's twisted fantasies by her own mother. If only Tiffany knew what she'd just sentenced her daughter to. *** Nigel found it uncharacteristically difficult to concentrate at work. The combination of excited anticipation and the late night colluded to constantly shift his attention away from his work. He only half listened during the fortnightly joint meeting with the branch managers of the three accounting firms he owned. They rattled off numbers and discussed strategies, but Nigel found himself almost dis-interested. However, these particular businesses were his original ventures, and the head managers had been working for him for well over a decade: if his input was below it's usual level today, it wouldn't have a material impact on anything. He did have to focus more when he visited his newest venture: an app development firm that he'd recently bought a forty-precent stake in. One of his son's mates, Dennis Chapman by name, had set it up from scratch a couple of years ago, and had been doing reasonably well for himself, building it to a point where he had five staff working for him. But to take the business to the next level, Dennis had approached Nigel with an offer for partnership. After a thorough assessment, Nigel had liked the potential of this investment, and had bought into the business. His investment provided the capital the firm needed to rapidly expand and grow. Dennis remained head of the company and of the technical side of things, while Nigel oversaw the business aspects - something Dennis struggled with. He'd always thoroughly enjoyed reshaping small firms, bending them, moulding them into thriving businesses. It was always a challenge with so many different angles, and he was good at it. Overseeing rapid growth of a company was enthralling work, but today, he just couldn't remain focused. Perhaps the most telling consequence of his distraction was the fact that he hadn't checked the stock markets. Not once. Not the local ASX, not the American market's leading indicators, nor any of the European or developing markets, and certainly none of the resources. None. Since he'd bought his very first batch of shares three decades ago, Nigel doubted that a single day had gone by in which he hadn't kept tabs on things. Not even during the most stressful part of his life - his messy divorce ten years ago - had stopped him staying closely in tune. Even though he'd been taken completely by surprise, finding his then wife in their marital bed being screwed by one of his senior staff, even then, he'd maintained his strict focus. In fact, he'd buried himself in his work more than ever, letting it consume him to the point of drowning out his other troubles. But today that fit blonde Anna Wade completely dominated his attention. In the middle of a meeting his mind would wander to the memory of her round ass bent over his couch, or the way her breasts bounced as he slapped them when she was kneeling in his office, or the delicious taste of her succulent juices, or the incredibly tight and heavenly moist feeling of her young cunt spasming in ecstasy around his throbbing black cock. Even though yesterday's memories were crystal clear in his mind, he still stole a few moments to himself throughout the day to hungrily watch the reduced video clips he had saved to his phone. Not only was the 53 year old consumed by the past, he was also excitedly anticipating the near future. He would see his young neighbour again soon. 5pm today to be precise. Well, assuming she actually turns up, a reasoning voice cautioned. Fuck, what if she refuses to come over? If she refused, if she just stayed hidden in the safety of her own home, then there wasn't a whole lot he could do. Sure, he could threaten to show the police the video of the young blonde being face fucked by that dealer the other night, but he did not want to go down that road. Firstly, despite what he'd told his naive neighbour, he very much doubted she'd actually be prosecuted. After a few short interviews, it was sure to get thrown out as a young woman being taken advantage of by a scumbag drug dealer. She would be the victim, and the police would be hunting the streets for that young man instead. And rightly so. Secondly, if the police got involved, then the chances of Nigel's own coercion of the innocent teenager was much more likely to come to the surface. And that he could not afford. Nigel had always kept a clean slate - he was no criminal and did not plan on being labelled as such now. No, if Anna Wade refused to come over to his place this afternoon, then he would not follow through with his threat of going to the police. And then this whole thing would be over. His bluff had worked yesterday, but would it again? He needed to make sure that she did turn up this afternoon. She needed a reminder. Yes, a little reminder. *** ----DING-DONG---- Anna jumped as the doorbell rang unexpectedly. She had just finished watching a live-stream lecture on her laptop and was quickly messaging a few of her friends on Facebook: her parents could take her phone for the week but she needed her laptop for Uni, and that meant she wasn't completely cut off. While she couldn't vent about her sexual exploitation at the hands of her neighbour, she was able to complain about how unfairly her parents had treated her following her party. Normally, hearing their unreserved agreements of her opinions on the matter would have lifted her spirits, but today, she had a constant black cloud dampening her mood. She glanced at the time: 3:58pm. She let out a tense sigh. Although she knew she still had a bit of time left, hearing the doorbell had caused a sudden spike of anxiety: what if it was Nigel? No, it was still too early: he wouldn't be back from work yet and even if he was, she wasn't expected next-door for another hour yet. Still too early. Settling her nerves, Anna made her way to the front door and cracked it open. A young man stood in the doorway wearing a bright hi-vis shirt with the name of a courier company embroidered on his chest, and was standing awkwardly holding out a yellow A4 envelope. Oh cool, a parcel, she thought with relief. Maybe it will lift my day. "Umm, Miss - Miss Wade?" he stammered. He was skinny, wearing thickly framed glasses and practically reeked of awkwardness: in short, a stereotypical nerd. Anna guessed that he was about her age, maybe 18-19, and probably a first year Uni student earning some cash as a delivery boy. She was well accustomed to guys getting all self-conscious and nervous around her - all except the most overconfident boys did. Anna easily slipped back into her old habits - it was a reminder how attractive she was, and right now the sense of normality brought her back to her usual self. "Yes, that's me," she said flashing him a cheeky smile, almost laughing at the bright spots of colour that bloomed on his pimply cheeks. Poor thing, she thought, he's probably never spoken to a halfway attractive chick in his life, let alone someone like me. "Um, um your... uh... parcel?" he stammered, pushing the envelope towards her. "Oh, thank you," Anna replied lightly, taking the envelope while flashing him another smile, and struggling to suppress another laugh as she added, "Oh thank you so much! I've been waiting ages for this!" A little lie - she had no idea what the parcel was - but oh it was fun to wind guys up, especially those who (as she saw it) would have zero chance in life of getting a decent looking girlfriend. The poor guy was blushing and shifting nervously; his mouth was moving but no sound came out. Yep, definitely a shy nerd. He'd be lucky if he could hook up with some pimple-covered flat-chested horse-faced excuse of a chick by the time he was thirty. Not his fault, but he had nothing going for him that would cause any halfway good-looking chick to take a second glance at him. Well, he was probably more interested in maths and video games than chicks anyway. Nerds were all the same like that, as she saw it. "Well," she sighed regretfully, "I guess I'd better get back to my Uni lecture." Anna turned to go inside, already forgetting the petty teasing she'd played on the nerd when suddenly he blurted out: "He said that you'd want to open it straight away!" Anna stared at the guy, shocked at what he'd said - while the geek stared back, shocked that he'd managed to string two words together coherently. He? She looked down at the envelope again. It felt like it had only a few sheets of paper inside. Huh, odd... the sealing flap was open. What the...? "Did you open this?" she asked, suddenly angry. "Uhh no... Umm... I mean- No! Umm, he gave it to me like that, I swear!" the guys face was bright red and sweating. Then she noticed that the envelope actually unsealed: it hadn't been opened - it had never been sealed. Who would send an envelope by express courier but not bother to seal the envelope? The nerd had said "he". Anna felt a band of uneasiness grip her stomach. "Who gave it to you?" Anna asked, struggling to keep the edge from her voice. "Umm...I don't know... ahh... some old guy," he stammered to the floor. "Uhh not that old, I guess. Umm - ahh middle aged, umm maybe?" Oh fuck... Without thinking, Anna half pulled the contents out of the envelope before she caught herself, then froze. Fuck. The top sheet was only a third out of the envelope, but she could see the rest of it on an angle, and she instantly recognised the blonde chick in the photo. The blonde chick kneeling in her bedroom. Kneeling in her bedroom with her boyfriends cock in her mouth. Oh FUCK!!! Hugging the envelope and picture to her chest protectively, Anna wanted to shriek. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run and run and never stop. Instead, she mustered, every shred of composure she could and turned wordlessly back inside, slamming the door behind her. *** Matt sighed and turned back to his van. What had been in that envelope? He'd been so tempted to look, but he'd always tried to do the right thing in life, so he'd resisted the urge. Treat people right, be respectful, do the right thing. He'd often been bullied and teased for being a teacher's pet or a goody-two-shoes, but he'd stuck by his morals through thick and thin. His heart was still racing. Jeez, that chick, Anna Wade, was a stunner. A face like an angel with the most gorgeous eyes, and she'd even smiled at him! He felt his face growing hot at the simple memory. And what had he done? Tripped over his own words like a stupid imbecile and sent her running. It happened every time! Embarrassed, Matt started the engine of the company's delivery van. Would he always be this useless around chicks? How would he ever get a girlfriend if he couldn't even get through a sentence when delivering a parcel? Still, she'd actually smiled at him! Maybe he was getting better at talking to chicks after all! She'd smiled at him, and she was hot - a definite first. No, not hot - friggin' smoking hot! Anna Wade... the name had a nice sound to it. And it sounded vaguely familiar too. Odd. He'd certainly remember if he'd ever met her before. And she definitely wasn't in any of his first year Uni Math's or Physics classes - the only chicks there were as nerdy and awkward as himself, and definitely not anywhere near that hot. If only there was a way he could meet her again: she had smiled at him after all - well before his idiot brain had frozen up. He sighed. Even if he did meet her again, unlikely as it was, she'd just remember a terribly awkward guy who seemed unable to speak coherently - not a great first impression for him to build from. Dam useless idiot, he chided himself. Caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't even realise that the house across the road and two doors down - the one with a big "SOLD" sign out the front - was the one that his friend had shown him some photos of the other day. The one his friend's parents had just bought. What had been in that envelope? *** Anna collapsed heavily onto her knees in the entranceway, mind racing and gripped in panic. Shit! Shit shit shit! That, that fucking asshole! Fuck! What the fuck was he thinking, sending that picture in an unsealed envelope! Anyone - fuck anyone! - could have opened it! And shit, she'd just opened the dam thing right there in her doorway, with someone standing right there! What if he'd seen? Shit! Fucking shit! No - she was certain the nerd hadn't been able to see the image as she'd pulled it out of the envelope - it had been angled away and he'd been too busy staring at his shoes besides. But fuck! It hadn't even been sealed! What if he'd opened it! Surely, surely he would have opened it: she certainly would have if she'd been asked to deliver an unsealed parcel. Fuuuuck! No wonder the shit-head had been so nervous! He'd fucking seen the photo and had probably been imagining her naked and sucking his cock the whole time he'd been standing there! She felt sick. With that context, her pathetic attempts to tease him had probably come over as though she was the biggest slut in the world! Had there been just the one photo, or were there more? Shiiiit - what else had he seen? Hastily she tore the images out of the envelope. There were four in total, each printed on a single A4 sheet of paper. The first, the one she'd already seen, was clearly the night of her party, and she had Dave's cock in her mouth. The second, was earlier in the day, and showed the lithe busty blonde straddling her boyfriend with the tip of his cock barely inside her young pussy. The third, showed the sexy young woman laying on her bed, pure pleasure painted on her face, as she masturbated alone while waiting for her boyfriend. And the last one... fuck... that bloody dealer again! Anna's face was burning with shame. Fuck, and that nerd had seen these - she was certain. Four photos: one on her own, two with her boyfriend, and one with another guy. What a fucking slut! Something warm sparked deep down inside her, fighting the cold panic that gripped her. What the fuck? she thought. Surely this is not turning me on! What the hell is wrong with me! She took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself and forced herself to stand. Okay girl, she thought to herself. Think. Think! She knew what the old bastard wanted. And she was determined not to give it to him. Well, that annoying corner of her mind that she tried to ignore seemed to want to go along with her neighbour's plans, but she was determined to resist it. She was! Wasn't she? Fuck, concentrate Anna! "Just think it through," the teen told herself out loud as she walked to the lounge room. Hearing her voice steadied her nerves a bit. Her stomach was turning, churning. The photos were a stark reminder of the leverage Nigel held over her. But, the blatant attempt to push her, to keep her "in line" triggered a stubborn streak in her. She would not just go along with this shit! She sat heavily on the couch, staring at the large image of herself lying flat on her back with a strangers cock buried down her throat, the other pictures scattered around it. It was appalling and made her feel sick, but equally, it was fucking hot and she felt a tingle down there - no! That video, showing her, seemingly willingly, being... intimate... with a drug dealer, at her party, at her house, in her room. If he went to the police, as he threatened, it wouldn't look good. *If* he went to the police. If. It had certainly seemed that way yesterday. But... what if it was all an elaborate bluff? She felt sick again. If it was a bluff, then she'd fallen for it and... and she'd then somewhat willingly given him even better leverage: the pill. With that leverage, she was pretty well fucked today. Metaphorically, as well as literally. Shit. Fucking shit! She took another deep steadying breath. "Calm down and think," she whispered. First, she needed to get the pill. That was his solid leverage over her today. He needed to give it to her today. She was pretty certain he didn't want to risk pregnancy, but she was absolutely certain that she didn't want to get knocked up - least of all to someone older than her parents! Get the pill; that was non-negotiable. And the asshole was going to make her pay for it, she was sure. "Everything has a price," her father had once told her, explaining some boorish aspect of economics. "The trick is figuring out the lowest that the seller is willing to accept for it." She set her jaw determinedly. Okay, so what is the price? He wants you Anna, she thought. He wants to bury his thick, hard black cock deep inside your dripping wet pussy as you moan and - shut up! Deep breath girl, she thought, and followed her own advice. She had no doubt that the perv wanted to fuck her again. And if that's what was needed to secure the pill, then she would do what was needed. But did she really need to 'sell' him her young pussy again just for that? Could she get away with less? What was his price? She was one hundred precent certain that if she failed to sexually 'get him off' then he would refuse to give her the pill. Of that, she was absolutely sure. There was no avoiding it. But what was his lowest price? And what then? Once she'd paid her price, what then? The price of the pill would likely involve her being naked and performing some sexual act for the old bastard. If she didn't have an out, then he'd exploit the situation and extract even more from her - without her gaining anything in return. She needed an out. The innocent, desperate, yet also determined young blonde sat and stared at the photos of herself as long minutes ticked by. Finally, an idea came to her. She reached instinctively for her phone, before realising it was still confiscated. Frustrated, Anna returned to her laptop and began typing a message. It was a risky plan. A tower of cards, but she was desperate. Desperate times, desperate measures and all that. Timing. Timing would be critical. It never occurred to the luscious young blonde that, only 24 hours earlier, she would have never even remotely considered dreaming up a plan like this, let alone intending to execute it. She never stopped to really think about what she was planning, or what it meant - or other unintended consequences. She'd spent all day and night trying to deny the hunger that had awoken inside her yesterday - yet now... now that hunger was subconsciously guiding her down a perilous path. *** The tightness that had been gripping in Nigel's chest for most of the afternoon eased noticeably as he turned the corner onto his street and spotted his pretty blonde neighbour waiting by his front door. His heart beat faster with anticipation. He'd half expected her to not show up, to simply refuse to come over, to call his bluff. He knew that he'd done all he could to ensure her attendance - what, between yesterday's threat, today's reminder and the promise of the morning after pill - but he'd still had his doubts. But there she was. Coming to a stop in his driveway, Nigel drank in the sight of his blonde prize through the corners of his eyes. With his dark sunnies on it wouldn't be obvious to her that he was watching. Anna Wade, his nineteen-year-old neighbour, waiting obediently by his front door, shifting uneasily. Despite the hot day - the mercury had peaked in the high thirties only a couple of hours earlier and hadn't dropped by much yet - his young neighbour was wearing thick tracksuit pants and a hoodie, presumably trying to hide her exquisite body. However, despite her best attempt at visual protection, Anna's delectable curves were still evident. Her full breasts clearly strained against jumper's material while her trousers hugged tightly over fit round ass. Unconsciously the 53 year old shifted in his seat as his black cock twitched in appreciation. As he killed the engine Nigel took a deep breath to steady his excitement and clear his mind. Focus, he told himself. His plans yesterday had gone more perfectly than he'd dared to hope, but if his future plans were to succeed he needed to maintain his meticulous manipulation of the young woman. He opened the car door and stepped out smoothly, barely glancing at the young woman who was standing by his front door eyeing him uneasily. Pulling his leather briefcase from the car behind him, Nigel strode towards the front door focusing his gaze on his keys in his other hand, all but ignoring his delicious prize. "Good afternoon," he greeted casually, even indifferently, as though making pointless conversation with the worker at a supermarket checkout. She was now out of his vision, but Nigel could feel her eyes on his back, uncertainty thick in the air. "Good afternoon," she replied, slightly uneasily. He noted that she didn't address him as 'sir'. Mentally, he began list, a list that she wouldn't enjoy it when he recounted it to her. Well, not at first anyway. But he certainly would. So, she was going to try to resist her fate again was she? He had expected it, and had already started his plan to counter and overcome her resistance. Pretending to have difficulty fumbling the correct key to unlock the door, Nigel casually held out his briefcase to her. "Would you mind holding this," he said. It wasn't a demand or a question, but his carefully selected tone made the request seem so obvious, so trivial, that she would have no choice but to take it. The young blonde tentatively took the briefcase as though she thought it were a trap, but couldn't see how. Which it was, of course, though he doubted that she could reason it out. Given time she probably would, but he was willing to bet that she wasn't that familiar with this kind of subtle manipulation. If she refused, she would feel petty and unreasonable, putting her on the back foot for when she inevitably tried to fight back later against more uncomfortable demands. But if she accepted, then she was setting precedent for submission and obedience. "Thanks," he said, turning his back on her again as he unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Close the door as you come in, don't want the aircon working harder than it needs to." Striding inside he refrained from glancing over his shoulder but allowed himself a self-satisfied smile as he heard the door swing shut moments later. Things were going perfectly. *** The door closed with a gentle *thud* and Anna felt her heart rate quicken. She was alone and isolated in Nigel's house again, with nowhere to run and little leverage to fight back - certainly not until she had the pill. She was cornered. One step at a time, she told herself. First get that pill so that I don't get... get... she couldn't finish the thought for pure terror. Oh, shit, please don't let that happen! Once she was safe from... that... possibility, she could work on disarming the rest of the situation. She would fight back more this time, she would resist, argue, make him see that he couldn't just blackmail her with that video. She wouldn't let him. What the fuck was I thinking yesterday anyway, caving in so easily, she scolded herself. Idiot! She knew what her older neighbour wanted. Well, not the specifics - though her imagination had certainly come up with some frightful ideas - but she knew well enough. Her. He wanted her, and she wasn't entirely sure that she could stop him. She had her plan, but now that she was inside his house, the precarious plan felt pathetic. She felt suddenly sick, but only partially due to the uneasy trepidation about what the afternoon held for her. Worse than fear of being humiliated, or used, or... or fucked... worse than any of that was a tiny terrifying thought that she kept suppressed in the recesses of her mind. Yesterday's orgasms had been mind-blowingly good. Maybe today... Get a grip girl, she silently yelled to herself. What the fuck is wrong with you? Although she knew the ecstasy yesterday had been utterly incredible, Anna reminded herself that she did not, in ANY way, want anything like that to happen again. Not here. Not with him. "Not again," she whispered to herself. Why did it sound like she was trying to convince herself? A tiny voice in her mind answered: not doing a very good job of that are you? Fuck! Why did she keep doing that? Sowing doubt right when she needed an iron resolve. Fucking digging your own grave Anna, get a grip girl, she silently monologued. Yesterday had been an anomaly. She'd been caught off guard, surprised, and cornered by his blackmail. And she'd been friggin' horny after her desperate but unsuccessful attempts to get her boyfriend to make her cum the day before. It had been a perfect storm. Today would be different. I will not be blackmailed and used like that again! And I will certainly not give in to that disgusting mans sick fantasies - well, any more than I have to. And I will NOT cum for the bastard. Settings her jaw determinedly, she turned from the door and followed Nigel into the large open plan central living area. Nigel was standing beside the kitchen island, casually leaning against the thick marble bench-top, apparently intent on his phone screen. Surprisingly, he wasn't leering at her, wasn't humiliating her with his knowing gaze. In fact, he barely seemed to acknowledge her presence. It was just like when he'd come out of his car. She'd expected him to hungrily stare at her, to remind her that he'd utterly humiliated her yesterday. And yet he didn't even look in her direction! The realisation made her feel almost offended: she'd never been 'overlooked' in her life - especially when someone had reason to look at her! Had the old fool forgotten? No, he was old compared to her, but 53 was hardly senile-level old. In truth, he was only middle-aged, not old, and still fully in control of his faculties, if his business success and yesterday's manipulation were anything to go by. No, this was some trick, some ploy. But what? She approached slowly, unsure how to act, watching the tall man for clues. He didn't look up, didn't react in anyway, just kept his finger scrolling over his phone. What was the asshole playing at? Maybe, just maybe, he felt bad about yesterday? Could she be that lucky? No, she doubted it. After the shit he pulled yesterday, she doubted that he would turn around now and try to pretend nothing had happened. But what if he did regret: no point antagonising him if he felt bad - that might make him change his mind? The fit blonde had all but discarded the idea too take the front foot: to firmly tell him that she wouldn't report him for his blackmail yesterday, but that it would not happen again. Easier said than done. Standing up to him sounded good in theory, but she had almost no leverage while he still had the same videos to blackmail her with again - that's why she'd devised her other plan. But now... now if there was even a remote chance that he would act as though nothing had happened... surely she should take that option? It was an easy way out. But if it failed, it could well screw up the only other plan she had... All this flew through her head in the time it took her to cross the few meters between the front door and the kitchen. She hesitated only a moment, before determinedly suppressing her uneasiness and adopting a calm, yet firm countenance. "Mr Barassi," she said. It came out weaker than she hoped, but continued, voice becoming stronger as she went. "I'd better keep cleaning up that mess from my party. I - I think I'll start with the front yard." Gutless Anna, she told herself. Gutless. An opportunity to get out free, and you cave in. She stubbornly ignored the part of her that said she didn't want to get out of this for 'free'. She waited a moment, but Nigel didn't respond, didn't react. What the hell is so interesting on his phone, she wondered. As the moment stretched on, Anna felt her stomach twist. He was definitely up to something. But what? Still, if he wasn't going to say anything, then she was definitely going to take the opportunity to escape to the safety of his front garden: he couldn't possibly try anything where anyone on the street could see. She turned to leave and started for the door. "Just set my briefcase on the dining table there would you?" Nigel's voice was quite and steady. Anna gave a start. Briefcase? Then she remembered the bag she was carrying. Oh, that briefcase. She turned back to the kitchen and set the bag on the dining table. Pausing a moment to glance at her neighbour, who still hadn't looked up from his phone, the young woman shrugged to herself and once again started for the front door. This time Anna practically jumped out of her skin when Nigel spoke again. "Oh, could you please pass me the paper bag from the top of my briefcase? The one from the pharmacy." Anna froze, heart in her throat. A bag from the pharmacy? That could only be... her breath caught: the morning after pill. Hope and excitement flared within her. Safety. Safety and escape. If he gave her the pill now, then not she would be safe from getting pregnant, and one of her biggest fears would be saved. But not only that. Once she had the pill, she could focus on resisting any video blackmail he tried again. And she wouldn't have to go through with her last, desperate plan! The pretty blonde quickly opened the briefcase and found the paper bag with a pharmaceutical logo stamped on it. She snatched it out and in her excitement quickly opened it, forgetting Nigel's instruction to pass him the bag. Her hand paused as it found not one but two small tablet boxes inside. Two? For a fleeting moment of panic she thought that Nigel had bought a second morning after pack, which could only mean one thing, but then she realised they were different sizes. Not two packets of next day protection, only one: the other must be a standard prescription for her neighbour. But before Anna could pull the boxes from the bag to inspect them, or more precisely to identify which held her salvation, Nigel spoke, cutting through her thoughts. "I said pass me the bag," he said in a quiet yet dangerous tone that caused Anna's head to snap up. Frozen in place and caught between fear at his tone and relief at what she held, the teenagers mouth opened but no sound came out: her mind was frozen up and couldn't figure out how to respond. "Now!" Nigel snapped causing Anna to jump and hurriedly obey before she collected her thoughts properly. "Better," Nigel said. Broken out of her surprise, the young blonde felt a pang of uncertainty: there was something about his all-too-neutral tone that set off alarm bells. Careful Anna, she warned herself, play it carefully, don't piss him off, just play it cool and get that fucking pill. "Mr Barassi," she began, schooling her voice to one that she would use when being reprimanded by a teacher: innocent and slightly submissive: the bastard would love that. "If I could just have -" But her older neighbour cut her off. "Yes, yes you're right you'd better start cleaning up your mess now." And with that, her neighbour turned and walked to his office, Anna's safety parcel held securely in his grip. Anna stared after Nigel for long moments. She didn't know what the asshole was thinking, but something about the whole exchange made her think of a cat lazily toying with a caught mouse, and she the unfortunate rodent. What the hell was the old asshole playing at? *** Nigel sighed as he sat down heavily in front of his computer. So far, so good, but it had been harder than he had expected to maintain a cool indifference while his blood ran hot at the very sight of his young neighbour. Carefully analysing her body language, expression, words and tone, all the while appearing to not look at her at all. Meticulously choosing what to say and how. It was all aimed at teasingly giving her a semblance of freedom, of hope, yet all the while drawing the net tighter around his captive prize. It will all be worth it, he told himself. Blackmailing her with those videos from her party had worked yesterday, and he suspected they would work again today, if he pushed. But they wouldn't work for long, certainly not long enough by his reckoning. Sooner or later she would resist and call his bluff, and he needed to make sure he had something more substantial ready for when that did happen. More videos would help, and would certainly form the backbone of his leverage over his delicious young neighbour. But he needed to be delicate in his manipulation. If the videos showed him blackmailing her, then sooner or later she would realise that authorities would undoubtedly incriminate him and guard her as an innocent victim. That was not his target outcome, not in the slightest. No, he needed to draw the net tight. He settled back, watching this innocent blonde prey on his home security cameras. Despite his heart thumping in his chest, despite the growing stiffness in his thick black cock, he waited and watched. Patience. The trap was set: the bait was the small parcel in his hand, and the cage, the various hidden cameras around his home, was waiting to spring. *** Sweat ran freely down Anna's face as she swept up debris and broken glass from Nigel's front porch. Although it was late afternoon, the sun still had hours of life yet and held that heated intensity which was expected at this time of the year. The unrelenting heat of scorching summer days inevitably led to hot stifling nights which demanded that air-conditioning units be run around the clock, unless one wanted to sleep in sweat dampened sheets. With another Aussie summer past its halfway point, lawns all the way down the street were golden brown, and only a few small patches stubbornly held shades of green despite the resident's meticulous maintenance of irrigation systems. The normally vibrant greenery of garden beds shared a similar partially baked appearance, though shade from house walls or larger bushes and trees provided some relief from the direct searing sunlight. Anna glanced at her watch - she'd made sure to wear one today. Not quite time yet, just a bit longer. Normally, Anna loved this time of the year. Sure the heat could be nothing short of horrendous for the middle hours of the day, but typically this late in the afternoon she would be found lounging in a pool or at the pristine beaches with her girlfriends. Normally, she would be laughing around, teasing her friends about a boy that caught their eye, or equally being teased. Her concerns would be limited to what outfit she would wear to look her absolute best, to make heads turn as she walked past. There was something smugly satisfying seeing another chick's (not her friends, of course) boyfriend try to steal glances at her golden legs, slim waist, or full chest as she swayed by in mini-shorts and a tight fitting shirt. Just as satisfying, perhaps even more so, was the jealous glares that the girlfriends shot her way, clearly aware of the boyfriend's interest. Even more satisfying still was when slightly older couples (not too old mind, just those in their late twenties or so) stole the same glances. And her self-possessed satisfaction multiplied tenfold when she spotted a wedding or engagement ring. But instead of her usual carefree summer afternoon, Anna felt like she was boiling in her own skin as she swept and cleaned in the afternoon sun. Dark wet patches of sweat stained her tracksuit on her back, her armpits, hell, even across her chest under her chin. She felt like she was in an oven. Not for the first time she wondered why the *hell* had she been so thick as to wear a tracksuit in this weather! And equally not for the first time she reminded herself of her neighbour: he was the goddam reason. Fucking asshole! That reminder would cause her to set her jaw stubbornly, and then blush furiously as the recollections flooded back. Which, of course, only added to the sweat that dripped down her pretty face. Anna glanced at her watch again. It was time. Fuck. Her stomach did a backflip and she felt like throwing up. For a long moment she was sure that she wouldn't be able to go through with this plan. Her last, most desperate plan. She hated that she'd even thought it up! She was ashamed that part of her wanted to go through with it. If she waited here just a bit longer... another 35minutes, give or take, and she would be safe. But, the moment of doubt passed and she resigned herself to this fate: if she delayed another half hour, then she wouldn't get the pill. It wasn't that she wanted to do this... was it? Was her stomach in her throat because of fear... or sheer anticipation and excitement? No, that most defiantly was a tingle of excitement down there... She took a deep, albeit somewhat shaky, breath to outwardly compose herself. "Just get it over with," the blonde muttered to herself. If she had have noticed the breathy, excited tone of her voice, she certainly would have turned and run, and the consequences be dammed. *** Nigel quickly sat back in his office chair and lounged back. Having seen the young blonde visually prepare herself to come back inside to face him, the middle-aged neighbour had hurriedly activated the cameras hidden in his office. Two webcams, one from his laptop and one on his larger desktop, both with the 'on' lights disabled, would capture the close up views: one almost front on and the other side-on. Next was a security camera directly over where he'd carefully placed his chair, hidden carefully in the ducted air-con vent. And finally, his old smartphone was carefully propped up in the bookshelf near the door, mostly hidden by books, positioned to capture the back of the stunning blonde as she walked in. Having sprung his first trap on the innocent young blonde in this very room yesterday, Nigel had wanted to up the ante today, and the office was hardly the best room to take her delicious flower in multiple positions. But, the fact was that it was the best room for covert filming, and he needed his next film to be perfect. Besides, he had no intention of letting her go today any time soon. There would be plenty of opportunity to take her to a more... comfortable... room once he'd cracked her resolve and collected the next piece of his trap. There was a knock on the office door, and Nigel smiled wickedly. Come to me, my little pet, he thought. "Come in." *** Despite everything, Anna's hand hesitated on the door handle of her neighbour's office. Once she opened that door... Well, she had two options: attempt resistance by pleading her case, or take control. The latter option meant subjugating herself to more humiliation than she'd ever dreamt possible just a few days ago. But, the first option would undoubtedly give him all the control. And that was an even worse prospect. The pill, she thought. I need to get that pill, then I'm out. Then I'll call his fucking bluff. Thirty something minutes. That's all. Thirty fucking minutes. Stick to the plan for thirty minutes, or get fucked. Literally. Partly horrified at what she was about to do, and partly excited beyond reason, Anna Wade made up her mind. Forcing her best, most seductive smile, the beautiful young blonde pushed the door open and walked slowly, confidently into her neighbour's lair. *** Nigel's heart stopped dead as soon as he laid eyes on the young woman who came gliding through his office door. Oh my... Despite the outfit clearly being intended to hide and disguise the young blondes succulent curves, the way she moved, the way she carried herself, eyes locked on his, she practically oozed feminine desire. Fuuuck. His mouth was bone dry. In she came, long legs moving gracefully, hips swaying, round ass rolling seductively. Chest pushed out, those perfect, full breasts, straining gently underneath the top of the jumper bounced slightly with each step... Fuuuuuuuck... Not much was happening upstairs for the businessman. But downstairs... Any woman with a halfway decent figure walking like that was enough to turn any man's blood hot - but Anna Wade was so far above 'halfway decent' it was ridiculous. But, if her figure and body language sent Nigel's mind reeling, it was her expression that sent blood rushing from his head to his, well, to his other head. Those beautiful green eyes were locked on his with a heated intensity, and her full lips, curved in a seductive smile biting the lower lip. A woman wearing that expression could have only one thing on her mind... Ohhh fuuuuuckkkk, was all he was capable of thinking. This was beyond what he had hoped for, in every sense. *** Anna suppressed the urge to vomit as she swayed over to her horrible neighbour, but she was fixated on performing at her absolute best. She knew she had a body that made men drool - and right now she was doing her best to turn this particular man into a dribbling mess on the floor. Her plan relied on blowing his mind, on securing an agreement she knew she wouldn't otherwise get and then hoping, no ensuring, that he didn't go back on his word. Her plan would work. It had to. Oh please let it work! As she neared her older neighbour, she suppressed the urge to gag again. It wasn't the fact that she was actually doing this for the asshole. It wasn't the fact that she had actually thought up this humiliating idea herself. It wasn't the anticipation of what she was about to do. No. What made her want to empty her stomach with pure disgust was that, deep down, she was excited and there was a growing warmth between her toned thighs and... was that a hint of slick moisture forming...? NO! She frantically stopped that train of thought. Do NOT fucking think about that! Focus girl, focus on what's important. Closing the last few steps between herself and her neighbour, Anna only then registered Nigel's reaction to her entrance. He was... stunned. It was the only word that properly fit. He sat in his office chair completely motionless, mouth frozen partially open, and wide eyes locked on hers. Shock painted a perfect picture across his face. But his eyes, they were deep pits of animalistic hunger. Perfect. She'd clearly taken him completely by surprise and he was like a kangaroo in the headlights: too stunned to move. It was a perfect start - her plan depended on getting him off balance, forcing him to abandon any of his perverted schemes, and then securing her sanctuary. She would get that pill, and she would pay the price that she chose - not what he demanded. Instead of stopping directly in front of Nigel, Anna instead passed by the side of his chair. One of her soft thighs brushed against his knee, and then his arm, and a shiver ran through his body as she delicately traced a single finger up his chest. She could feel his chest rising and falling heavily under her hand, and he'd turned his head so that his gaze was still locked on her face, but other than that he'd barely moved. Anna came to a stop directly behind Nigel's chair and a rested a delicate hand on either shoulder. She stood close - very close: her flat toned stomach was pressing against his shoulder, her large full breasts brushing gently on the side of his face. A soft sigh escaped her neighbour's lips. The young blonde slowly, delicately ran both hands down his chest, down, down, until the fingers brushed the tip of his belt. She squeezed slightly and dipped a single finger underneath his trousers by a mere couple of millimetres, before drawing her hands back up his abs, nails clawing softly into his skin and chest hair as she lifted his shirt. Yuck! His hips lifted ever so slightly as she withdrew her hands. She could see a bulge forming, straining against his pants, and felt a pang of expectation. Excited expectation. She repeated the motion, feeling a shiver run through Nigel's body. This time, however, she paused with the first joint on each finger resting underneath his trouser rims teasingly. She hadn't really thought that she could go through with the next part of her skit, but being here now, filled with excitement... oh yes, was definitely going to go through with this! Gently she brushed her soft, plush lips against the older man's mouth and kissed him. It was a soft kiss at first, uncertain, timid. The grey bristle on his chin scratched her soft face and made her all too aware of his age. But she'd come this far, and it seemed to be going well - he was caving in to her performance, and she would make sure she got what she wanted. She pushed her lips against his harder, firmer, and she slid her tongue inside his mouth, the heat of the moment gripping her. *** Nigel's mind reeled. Never in his wildest dreams had he dared hope for anything remotely like this. He'd known yesterday that he'd tapped into some deep, primal part of his young blonde neighbour, but he had not expected her to realise her place in the world so quickly! The young blonde's tongue continued to flash and glide against his, practically swimming inside his mouth. He could feel her desire, her hunger. He'd truly expected to need to drag her along for some time before she would finally reach the realisation that per purpose in life was to - "Hrrmm" He moaned uncontrollably as soft fingers delicately slipped deeper inside his pants and stroked the length of his now fully erect black cock through his jocks. Oh fuuuuuck yesssssss..... Those precious fingers gently stroked up and down his full length a couple of times, as his breath continued to be sucked out of him by her delicious assault on his mouth. He moaned deeply again as both hands suddenly gripped and squeezed his throbbing black cock. Fuck, was this really the same young lady who he'd blackmailed yesterday? Suddenly one of Anna's hands withdrew from his pants, and for the briefest moment Nigel let out a gasp of disappointment. But then two things happened at once that sent his shocked excitement soaring once again. One hand suddenly slipped it's way inside his jocks and gripped his throbbing black cock. The sensation of direct skin-on-skin contact on his erect member, the softness of her innocent hands, how she massaged him was... incredible. But at the same time, her other hand grabbed one of his own and, shockingly, guided it around behind the chair and to her tight round ass. Not only that, she actually pushed his hand inside her own pants encouragingly. Fuck... this could not be the same young woman who he'd domineered over yesterday... it just couldn't be. "Ahhhh-mmm," the beautiful blonde moaned as his coarse hand squeezed her ass-cheek roughly. Her skin was incredibly soft and silky, and his strong fingers delighted in the opportunity to grope her perfect ass. Then in one swift motion the lithe teenager was no longer beside the chair. One moment she was there, directly behind him, hand working his black cock, mouth locked to his, and the next moment, she was straddling him. His mind, so consumed by passion, could not comprehend how she had moved from one position to the next. She never broke away from the kiss and her hand never ceased its excited massaging of his thick black cock. It was as though she simply flowed from behind him to actually on top of him! One knee pressing into the chair on each side of his waist, her hips were pushed up, not resting on his lap, creating space for her hand to continue its incredible exploration of his shaft. Again, her free hand was guiding his other hand, this time not to her ass - which he still gripped tightly - but to her waist, then pushing him up inside her jumper. Wow. It was all he was capable of thinking. *** Anna's shivered uncontrollably as Nigel's coarse fingers slid along the smooth skin of her toned stomach. Then it was gripping one of her full ripe breasts, sending a fresh round of pleasure through her body. As much as she hated that she was doing this... she loved it. Her own arousal was rapidly soaring. The way his hands hungrily groped her ass and her oh-so sensitive boobs, the deliciously wetness as their tongues danced, the throbbing hardness that she gripped in one hand... it was fast driving her arousal sky high. "Ahh yesss..." she moaned, breaking away from the kiss momentarily, as her neighbour freed one of her breasts from her bra and began toying with her sensitive and nipple. Caught up in her own pleasure, Anna momentarily forgot her main aim of this performance. Then she realised that Nigel was staring at her, full of wonder, shock and... satisfaction. The smug asshole! she shouted silently, but something must have shown on her face as another expression flashed across his face. Was it suspicion? Shit! She couldn't let him collect himself, couldn't let him start second-guessing her motives! Not now. She needed to seize control again. "Suck them," she whispered, face growing hot. His eyes almost popped out of his skull. If she weren't so horrified at what she'd just said, or mortified at actually wanting him to do it, she would have laughed. Fuck, this was almost too easy! If all men were this easy to manipulate then... There was a sudden tug against her chest and a loud ripping sound. What the -? "Ohhhh-hmmm," she moaned in as his moist tongue delicately flicked across her hard nipple. She looked down, surprised to find that somehow, in those mere fractions of a second that had passed, somehow Nigel had unzipped her hoodie fully, and actually ripped her shirt in two to expose her deliciously full chest. One breast was still contained within the bra cup, but the other had already been freed and was now being practically assaulted by his hand and mouth. The site of her shirt hanging in tatters, and the realisation of the level of desperate hunger that she'd instilled in Nigel was both shocking and arousing. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, as he sucked her sensitive tit. Her one hand continued to pump his rock hard black cock inside his pants at what was now an almost frantic rate. A part of her wanted to slow things down - she couldn't afford to make him cum yet and she certainly didn't want to lose herself in the moment like yesterday, but things were starting to spiral out of her control. With her free hand, Anna shrugged off her hoodie and then deftly unclipped the back of her bra, letting it fall away. Suddenly freed, her other breast instantly became the focus of Nigel's unrelenting assault, and the sudden bombardment of sensation caused her to throw her head back in ecstasy. "Yesss," she moaned to the ceiling. Then, Nigel's hand that had been groping her round ass slithered its way down, inside her panties and between her legs. When his finger brushed her wet lobes and began rubbing her sensitive clit, Anna's arousal and need for release almost shattered her careful plan instantly. Almost. One shred, one tiny shred, of her resolve remained and screamed out a desperate plea. This was it. She needed to seize control again, or lose herself entirely. Mustering every scrap of self-control that she could muster, Anna breathed life into her desperate plan once again. "Ahhhh... please Nigel," he looked up at her half triumphant, half annoyance. Shit, yesterday he'd made it clear how he wanted her to address him. If this plan was to work, she couldn't afford to piss him off. "Please sir - ahhhhHH," she began again, but was interrupted as Nigel suddenly buried the first joint of a finger into her soaked pussy, a content smile on his face. The prick thinks he's won, she thought. And hasn't he? she answered herself. "Not yet..." Anna replied to herself. It took a moment to realise that she'd spoken out loud. Shit! If she fucked up her plan now... He was still panting, still fingering her sensitive tits and cunt, as she continued to pump his thick black cock, but he was now looking at her with a slightly less wondering expression. A seed of doubt perhaps? Suspicion? Shit! She placed a finger under his chin and tipped his head up, then kissed him passionately once more. His body relaxed, and he moaned again - actually, they moaned together: his hands continuing to subtly manipulate one tit and her waiting cunt was rapidly bringing her to the orgasm that she'd been trying to ignore since her shower yesterday. Anna couldn't afford to lose herself to lust now. She couldn't let him continue to drive her body in that direction so quickly! But, she needed to seize control of the situation again, to blow his mind and keep him off balance. She was so close! Breaking away from the kiss, she stared down into his hungry predatory eyes, letting her own lust show unhindered. It was now or never. "Please sir," she whispered again, voice breathy. "Not yet. Let me pleasure you first. I-." Fuck, she thought, I cannot believe I'm about to say this... "I want to suck your thick black cock. Let me taste your cum. Let me..." her voice wavered but she forced the words out "...let me worship you, sir." Before she could read his reaction, his finger suddenly buried itself to its full length inside her quivering pussy, right as his other hand pinched her sensitive nipple. The wave of ecstasy brought her to the very brink of her own orgasm, and as she stared into Nigel's eyes, and she saw that he was fully aware how close she to the tipping point she was. But she wasn't finished with her humiliating proposal. She couldn't be. The young blonde knew that he wouldn't be satisfied with a blowjob - the ungrateful prick. No, he would want the promise of more. So she would give him his goddam blowjob and a supposed 'promise' of more, in exchange for her sanctuary. In the split second that had passed since her shaming plea, Nigel hadn't moved a muscle, but Anna's hips were gently rocking on his finger, slowly edging herself to blissful release. She squeezed the thick meaty black cock in her hand, and pumped it faster still, hoping to drive him so close to the brink that he wouldn't be able to think clearly either. Her bat-shit crazy plan would either work, or it would fail spectacularly with them both cumming right here and now - which would be an utter disaster, as he'd then still have the best part of half an hour to destroy her. She leaned forwards, pressing his face to her bosom, and whispered into his ear. "Let me taste your black cock and cum again sir," she pleaded. "Then, once you give me the pill I can relax and we can then find somewhere more comfortable and you can take me like you did yesterday." There, the fucking thing was said. Anna thought her face would burn to a crispy cinder; such was the heat of her shame and embarrassment. She squeezed the thick rod in her hand harder still, and focused her rapid strokes only on the bulging bulbous head. Nigel moaned underneath her, his eyes still locked on hers were deep hungry pits filled with lust. He unconsciously rolled her nipple between his fingers, and her moan joined his as she continued rocking on the single finger that impaled her young cunt. As the moment seemed to drag on, it became all too much for Anna. The stimulation on her sensitive tits and desperate pussy, the suspense of waiting for his reply, the lust in his eyes, the erotic hardness of his black cock, the sexual tension that she'd been building all day having refused her own release, his moans, all capped by the utter humiliation that she had willingly subjugated herself to this. She felt her orgasm building. It was coming - she was so close. Anna moaned again. Fuck yea. All rational thought fled her mind, only one thing mattered now. The older man underneath her said something, but Anna didn't hear, not through her own desperate need. "Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh" the young woman moaned as she repeatedly drove herself down faster and harder onto his single finger, hungrily searching for the extra depth. If only it was his long thick black cock, spurting his hot seed inside her, not a comparatively short and thin finger. At that exact instant, the thick throbbing black cock in her hand seemed to swell, to bulge - he was about to cum, and she imagined that it was buried inside her tight pussy. That thought, something that would normally terrify her beyond belief, was the final straw. She was almost at the peak of the mountain: unimaginable ecstasy was almost in her grasp. She was about to - Suddenly, without warning, the finger she was fucking herself on simply disappeared. Her hungry pussy tried to clamp down, to grip it, to hold it in, but it was slick with her juices and there was simply no traction. At the same time, he hand toying with her sensitive nipple vanished. "Noooooooo!!" she wailed, squirming, deprived on the very brink of her climax. *** "Ok, it's a deal," Nigel whispered breathily into the young woman's ear. He was close, very close, to climaxing, but he had enough self-control to moderate his voice - he didn't want the cameras picking up any sort of deal that could be linked to any form of blackmail. This needed to be clean. It was only sheer dumb luck that his nineteen-year-old neighbour had whispered her proposal in his ear. He still had no idea why the hell the busty young blonde had decided to try this tact on him, and his mind was in no shape to figure it out. Not yet - not while she continued her relentless jerking on his black cock. All he knew, was she was playing into his plan perfectly. Fuck, if things continued this way, he wouldn't need a plan. Surely that was too good to be true, yet here they were. "Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh" the fit teenager moaned, increasing the pace that she fucked his finger. Fuck, she was wet. Dripping wet. He could feel her delectable juices running down his finger, pooling in his hand, and starting to run down his wrist. She hadn't even heard his acceptance of her proposal! Fuck me, he thought as it hit him, and he stared up at her beautiful face, framed by her long golden-blonde hair. She'd lost herself, completely and absolutely. This wasn't some absurd scheme or plan born out of desperation, this was a young woman who had woken her inner nymphomaniac, and was hunting her own pleasure relentlessly, and she was about to reach her beautiful orgasm. No. She hadn't woken her inner desires: he had dragged them out with what he'd done to her yesterday. At that realisation, he felt his black cock bulge in her tight grip: he was about to - No! The thought came from out of nowhere. Perhaps it was because he wanted her look at him when she came. Perhaps it was because he wanted to cum into her pretty mouth or that delicious cunt of hers, not into his pants. Perhaps it was because he wanted to assert his control over her - she would cum when he chose. Perhaps it was because he wanted to save her exquisite orgasm for when he buried his black cock deep inside her silky pussy. Perhaps he just wanted to humiliate her further by making her beg. But in that exact moment, Nigel couldn't have explained or understood why he listen to that voice and seized his last shred of self control. He practically ripped his hands away from the young woman's tits and pussy before frantically tearing her grip from his black cock at the final instant before he erupted. "Noooooooo!!" his neighbour's busty daughter wailed, as she bucked on his lap. Her tight young ass ground down on him, rubbing her deprived clit against his rock hard black cock that was straining in his pants. Her delicate hands instantly sought to replace his, one slithering inside her own pants, the other gripping her tits which he knew from yesterday were a delicious trigger for her sexual pleasure. But Nigel again asserted his will on the situation; he gripped both her wrists in his hands and firmly pried them away from her body. "Nooo...please..." she whimpered, struggling to free her hands as she vainly ground herself on his constrained manhood, but it clearly wasn't quite enough. Nigel watched in smug satisfaction as the seconds drew on, and she continued her vain attempt to find her fulfilment. Slowly, but surely, the whimpering simpered down, her struggling stopped, and her perfect ass gingerly lifted away, avoiding contact with his still hard black cock. Bright spots of colour stained her cheeks as the humiliation of what she'd been doing dawned on the naive nineteen-year-old. Nigel felt his black cock twitch excitedly. Fuck, but it was hot seeing her lose herself like that - and it turned him on further still to see the deepness of her shame. He leaned forwards, and whispered into her ear, "As I said, before you became...distracted -" he felt her shift uncomfortably at the reminder of her disgrace "- it's a deal. Suck my black cock, my pretty little slut. If you want the pill afterwards, fine, it's yours. But, then I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck your tight little cunt so hard you won't ever want to leave." *** Anna thought her face would burn to ash. The embarrassment, the shame, boiled her cheeks as surely as furnace would. Oh hell. Oh shit fucking hell. What the bloody hell was I doing!?! Losing control like that had categorically not been part of her plan. What the hell is wrong with me? she wondered silently, mind still reeling. You're such a slut Anna! And that thought sent her shame even deeper. How could she behave like that, when she had such a clear plan set out? It had put everything in jeopardy. It had almost derailed everything, her entire life! It had - Suddenly it hit her. Fuck. It had worked! Her nutcase whore plan had fucking worked! Well, it wasn't over yet, but that absolutely critical piece of the puzzle had just fallen into place. He'd agreed! She felt like jumping and dancing with sheer joy, but instead, she battled to calm herself, to regain control. Maybe... maybe it would actually work! Firstly, she told herself, firstly I need to make sure he sticks to his word. That was critical. She needed to get that pill as soon as she'd finished him, or this whole thing was for naught. And the best way to keep him to his word was to keep him happy. No, it needed to be more than that. She needed to blow his mind - else he'd figure out she was up to something. And secondly, timing was critical. Absolutely crucial. Too early, and things would escalate - and she had no intention whatsoever of letting the asshole put his disgusting black cock anywhere near her precious pussy again. Too late, on the other hand, and... well too late and she wouldn't have met her side of the deal. Which, she knew, would almost certainly mean a trip back here later tonight to get her prize, when her parents were asleep. And that was the worst outcome of them all. As she gracefully dismounted her neighbour, Anna stole a glance at her watch. 6:09pm. So about 20 minutes of hell, everything going well. That was one part of her plan that she had absolutely no control over - if her 'out' happened 5 or 10 minutes later, then she would have to endure extended humiliation. On the other hand, 5 minutes earlier would spell utter disaster. But she'd already weighed up the various outcomes, and had decided that finishing Nigel off a tad early was far better than too late. It was time to pay her price: her mouth and dignity in exchange for safety, and a chance to escape this nightmare. Better get started then you pathetic slut, she thought shamefully. As the busty, tanned nineteen-year-old blonde assumed her position, kneeling in front of her neighbour ready to suck his black cock, two thoughts floated through her mind. Shit, I can't believe I'm about to willingly suck this asshole's gross dick again! And: Please Mum, please don't let me down! *** A part of him was disappointed when the lithe young woman gracefully slipped off his lap, but it was quickly forgotten in the anticipation of what was about to happen. He could scarcely believe that it had been so effortless to get her kneeling in front of him again! He'd expected needing to coerce her again, to remind her of his threat, and to stage her entering his office a number of times to ensure he got clean footage of her 'willingly' participating in sexual acts. Hell, at this rate, would he even need this footage to blackmail her again? Well, regardless, it would make for one helluva clip. Nigel looked down and drank in the sight as his young neighbour settled on her knees in front of him. She'd finally taken off that hoodie that disguised her perfect upper body, and somewhere along the track she'd even unclipped her bra. Now, those round sculpted breasts of hers were hanging freely, their smooth pale flesh a truly delicious sight, her pink nipples erect with arousal, and all framed by the shirt that she still wore - the shirt that he'd ripped in half down her front. Her golden wavy hair was still neat, but the curls were slightly disarrayed from her activities on top of him moments earlier. Her cheeks were flushed red from excitement, and her pretty lips pouted together in an expression he couldn't quite read, green eyes were wide and focused on the package constrained within his pants. She reached forwards tentatively with two petite hands and began unbuckling his belt. He lifted his hips up as she unzipped his fly and the young woman tugged his pants and briefs down as though instinctively. As his long thick black cock sprung free, his young neighbour let out a small gasp and - bloody hell - she actually smiled, biting her lip. As both hands gently wrapped around his thick shaft, she glanced up smiling almost shyly, and began stroking him gently. Shit, where had this little minx come from? "That's it, slut," he said, expecting to see her temper flare as it had yesterday at the same comment. But, there was nothing - her face was smooth, controlled, as she maintained eye contact. Odd... he thought, but anything further slipped through his minds grasp as his young neighbour began pumping his rod faster. His already hard black cock - which only a minute earlier had almost blown its load - was soon throbbing in her double-handed grip. She was gripping his shaft firmly at stroking a steady rhythm, but each stroke deliberately stopped short of stimulating his sensitive head as though she wanted to build him up slowly. Fuck. He stared in amazement as the stunning blonde stared up at him, bright eyes locked on his and smiling seductively, her full tits hanging free and swaying slightly with the motion of her arms. It was a sight that turned his mouth dry. Fucking hell, he wondered, is this actually the same chick that I had to blackmail yesterday? He could scarcely believe it. Surely... surely he would wake up from his dream soon, to find that the day had yet to start? As he stared hungrily down at the young woman kneeling in front of him jacking him off, Nigel caught a glimmer of... something... in the depths of her eyes. Was it... disgust? No, surely not - not given how she'd been behaving. It was there only for an instant, before vanishing. Had he imagined it? There! That was it again, an ever so subtle shift in her eyes, a tightness around the edges - and again it was only a momentary flicker, like a shadow disappearing into the night. Nigel frowned. Something wasn't right. Was she faking this? Surely she wouldn't be capable of that? And why? But before he could explore that train of thought, he was sent into a tailspin of heavenly bliss, of pure pleasure, as Anna Wade's beautiful moist mouth suddenly enveloped the bulging head of his throbbing black cock. "Ahhh fuuuuuuuckkkkk yeaaaaaaa," he moaned, mind going completely blank except for a singular focus on the incredible sensations his young neighbour was now lavishing on his stiff manhood... *** As Anna increased the speed of her handjob, she stared up at her neighbour, faking her best seductive smile, hoping it would captivate him. She wanted to watch his face, to be able to read his mood, his level of arousal. She needed to keep him on the edge, to demand his full attention on what she was doing, so that he wouldn't get suspicious. And, she needed to make sure she didn't blow bring him to orgasm too early. She hated that she was doing this for... for him. She hated that she had to do this. No, she told herself. Don't think like that! It'll show. Keep positive girl! Think positively! Just giving him a handjob isn't so bad, is it? Even in her head, it didn't sound convincing. The thought of what she was doing, well, more specifically of who she was doing it to - of the thick veiny old black cock that she held in both hands... it made her want to scream! She disgusted herself! Nigel frowned. Shit! Had she let something show? She'd thought he was too caught up in everything! Fucking shit! If he got suspicious now... There was nothing for it. Without thought, Anna opened her mouth and took in the shiny head of Nigel's black cock into her young mouth with a loud "slurp". "Ahhh fuuuuuuuckkkkk yeaaaaaaa," he moaned above her, and Anna felt a pang of relief as his eyes seemed to go distant. She continued her double-handjob, though slower now, as she passionately made love to the bulging head. Careful not to take any more in than the bulbous end - not yet - Anna swirled her mouth around it, using her luscious lips to massage every millimetre. All the while, her tongue worked rapidly flicking and stroking, swirling here and there. It almost felt like she were passionately and hungrily French kissing her boyfriend, except... except she didn't think she'd ever kissed him quite like this - not on his lips and certainly not on his black cock. Only Nigel, her 50-something year old neighbour, had received this kind of attention. And three times now, curse the bastard, if the real French kiss moments earlier counted. Asshole! Above her, Nigel's eyes slowly came back into focus as the initial rapturous shock of her mouth taking him in subsided. His face was a picture of hungry lust as he greedily drank in the sight of her pleasuring his smooth head. Fucking asshole, she thought, as she realised he was practically gulping down the sight of her exposed full bosom just as much as her mouth sucking his rod. He has no right to stare at me like that! But, despite the anger that she felt - both towards him and herself - Anna felt a flood of relief: not a hint of suspicion or frown showed on his face. She almost laughed at how easy it was to manipulate him. She would have too, if her petite mouth hadn't been to busy wrapped around the hot end of his thick black cock. In frustration, she flicked her tongue roughly along the underside of his head, and the large man moaned above her. "Ohh yea," Nigel said, encouragingly. Disgusted in his pleasure, disgusted at herself, yet knowing full well she needed to remain focused on delivering a top shelf performance, Anna firmly suppressed her internal conflict and focused on the task at hand. Or, the task at mouth, as it were. She continued to massage and suck on the thick tip of the throbbing black cock. The head was smooth yet hard and it felt warm against her lips and tongue. No, not warm, hot. She could feel the tension contained inside, the need. Taking the head fully into her mouth, she ran her slick tongue all the way around the meaty mushroom and she felt the thing twitch with in her mouth. Oh, she thought, that feels good does it? She repeated the motion, this time finishing by firmly licking the tip from bottom to top, all the while slowly but firmly stroking the thick shaft in her hands. Again, the whole black cock seemed twitch in her grasp, accompanied by an illegible grunt from her neighbour. Yes, he definitely likes it like that! Despite telling herself that she hated doing this, Anna found it exciting. Intoxicating. Knowing the effect that she was having on this man was... breathtakingly arousing. Her heart was beating faster and faster as she continued, and her inhibitions seemed to grow more distant again as she felt an almost overpowering desire to begin rubbing her clit. Employing every scrap of her will that she could muster, Anna kept her hands away from her pussy - she knew that she lacked the self control to stay on task if she gave herself any attention down there. Truth be told, if she hadn't held the thick pulsing black cock in what was now a near death grip, her hands would certainly have been massaging her own body in an instant. *** Groaning with pleasure, Nigel reached out and gently stroked the golden hair of the beautiful young lady who was sucking his stiff black cock. Fuck, it felt good. Unlike yesterday, the busty blonde seemed intent on performing well right from the start. As he gazed into her wide eyes, Nigel realised something else. Yesterday when she'd knelt before him like this, she'd kept her eyes screwed shut in disgust - today she was maintaining steady eye contact - exactly as he'd ordered her yesterday. What a change in only a day! At that moment, seeing the deep intensity in her eyes Nigel had no doubt what had brought this about. What a difference bringing her to experience her own orgasms at his hand had caused! "Such a good girl," he said. "And learning so quickly - ahh - yea that's it faster - ahhh - yea just like that." Without realising it he was gripping her hair firmly in his fist, not pushing her down further but guiding her to increase her speed. The busty young blonde seemed to understand. She continued her passionate assault on his black cock's sensitive head, and her hands worked his thick shaft faster and faster till they became a blur. "Aaaahhhh yea," Nigel grunted as he could feel his orgasm building. He was almost there! He didn't care that his young neighbour's mouth wasn't working his full length: she was bringing him expertly towards his climax and it was evident that she was willingly committed to this. That thought, along with the knowledge that she'd all but promised to give him her tight young cunt after he blew his load down her throat was the final thing he needed. He felt his black cock tighten in her grip, felt his balls contract. Almost there! He was about to blow his thick load into his younger neighbour's waiting mouth for the second time in as many days! "Fuuuu-uuuuckkkk!" he groaned, anticipating his climax. *** Anna felt the thick, throbbing black cock swell in her hands, felt Nigel jerk his hips, heard him cry out above her, and she knew he was about to cum. A horny, desperate part of her wanted him to blow his load, wanted to taste his thick seed again: it would mean her turn would be soon! But a part of her thought frantically, "Not yet!" desperately clutching onto her plan. It was still too soon! Quickly she pushed herself back, forcing her head away from his pounding dick, letting it fall from her mouth. At the same instant, she stopped jacking off his shaft, instead squeezing the base for all she was worth - desperate to stop him erupting in her face. Above her, Nigel's moaned and pushed his hips, caught on the very brink of cumming. The moment seemed to drag on and Anna expected his thick semen to explode any second. But, slowly, he settled back down and Anna felt a flood of relief as he was denied reaching that summit - for now. She had planned this: she knew that she had to get him close to the edge, then stop, before building up again: it was the only way that she could draw the ordeal out for long enough. But it came with risks: if Nigel became angry that she had denied him... well she couldn't let that happen. As soon as it became obvious that the initial danger had passed, Anna acted. She leaned up and brought her heaving chest forwards - why was she panting so much? - so that her full tits were inches from her neighbour's still twitching black cock. Just Nigel's eyes refocused on hers, she smiled coyly and slapped his erect rod against the soft breast with a loud thwack. "Hmmmm," she moaned, not really faking it as the second thwack sent a jolt of pleasure through her body when the hard black cock, still wet with her saliva, struck a sensitive nipple. She could feel a warmth between her legs, a strong deep desire. She knew that she should be hating this. She knew that she should be horrified. But, deep down, in her core, Anna knew that this was turning her on like crazy. The dampness in her panties was evidence enough. Her neighbour grinned down at her wolfishly. Yep, the bastard had defiantly been initially pissed to have his orgasm denied at the last moment - but her little 'display' seemed to have cancelled out that anger. No, more than cancelled: she was driving his arousal even higher. Typical fucking male, she thought smugly. So easy to manipulate - flash some tits in their face and stroke their cock and they'll forgive anything. Then the nineteen-year-old felt her face grow hot with embarrassment, she never thought like that. Never! Fuck! I can't believe I'm doing this! Adopting her best attempt at a seductive grin, Anna got back to work. *** Nigel moaned in pure pleasure as his young neighbour's moist mouth enveloped his black cock once again. He stared down at her, drinking in the sight as she worked his erect member much as she had moments before. As the blonde bobbed her head and swirled her tongue, a part of Nigel couldn't help noticing that she was avoiding taking him in any further, a realisation that was somewhat disappointing... "Fuuuuckkkk," he groaned, head rolling back as the young woman kneeling at his feet suddenly drove her head down onto his long shaft. She held him there, motionless, until he recovered from the initial stimulation overload and once again looked down at her. The thick black cock stretched her plush lips wide, and her petite hand still gripped the base of his shaft firmly, but she stared up at him without moving so much as an eyelid. She'd only managed to take in half of his thick length, but Nigel knew from yesterday that even that much was more than she could comfortably take in - for now. Fuck me, he thought, she's really turned herself around. As their eyes met, the fit young blonde slowly pulled herself back off his throbbing black cock, before letting it fall from her mouth as she gasped for air. A single strand of saliva dangled from her chin before dropping into her delicious cleavage. Her soft hands stroked his full length a single time before she eagerly began sucking on his black cock in earnest. "Fuck yea," Nigel moaned, breathing heavily as the young woman serviced his throbbing rod. The stunning blonde continued to pump his throbbing shaft with a single hand as she sucked and slurped hungrily on his thick manhood. Up and down her golden head bobbed, slowly at first, then gaining speed. Although she still only managed to take in half his length, Nigel resisted the urge to force the teen deeper: the slight "gugh" that escaped her each she bottomed out was enough to for him to know she was pushing her boundaries and trying her absolute best. One day she would swallow his full shaft, but today he was content to sit back and bask in her willing service. The intense pleasure that his young neighbour was providing was once again bringing him towards blowing point again. Despite the near overwhelming urge to hurry on to his climax, Nigel, as he so often did, began trying to delay the inevitable: the longer he could resist, the stronger his orgasm would be. Besides, it wasn't every day that a beautiful woman sucked on his thick black cock - so he'd learned to make each experience count. But, despite his experience and sexual stamina built over the years, the combination of his built up arousal, the stunning sight of his neighbour, the intense blowjob she was giving him, all capped by the knowledge that he'd corrupted her so thoroughly, was quickly bringing him back to the brink again. As the wet slurping noises that accompanied the enthusiastic blowjob grew louder and quicker, the moans and panting of the young woman and her older neighbour began blending together in an erotic symphony. Despite knowing the young blondes deeply suppressed sexuality, it still shocked Nigel that she seemed to get aroused herself when delivering a blowjob, something his ex-wife had certainly never done. "Ahh fuck yea babe, just like that" he moaned as she hit a perfect rhythm that promised his release. As he'd done yesterday, Nigel reached down and took one of the young blondes voluptuous breasts in his hand, watching in delight as she shivered in pleasure. Fuck. Rather than gripping it firmly, or massaging it as he'd done earlier, Nigel simply cupped the impressive breast, supporting its weight but otherwise providing minimum restriction. The soft and generously full mound wobbled deliciously as the young woman continued to suck on his thick dick. Her skin felt incredibly smooth and soft, which only highlighted the gentle firmness of her erect nipple as it jostled along the rough skin of his palm. The young woman had, unsurprisingly (he knew how sensitive her tits were), moaned when he first took her breast, but her next action was a complete surprise to the older man. Without so much as a pause in delivering the incredible blowjob, Anna Wade reached up with her free hand and guided his free hand to her other breast. Moaning again as he cupped her other tit, she left her hand in place, squeezing his hand, forcing him to grip her breast firmly, almost roughly. If her behaviour up till then hadn't already convinced him, then the hunger that shone in her eyes as he held her tits certainly did. Fuck, she was as getting as aroused as he was! Nigel had wanted to save Anna's exquisite orgasm until his black cock was buried deep inside her delicious pussy, but now, seeing her hunger, he decided differently. She was performing well, had accepted her place in the world, and was actually genuinely aroused to be pleasuring his throbbing black cock. She deserved a reward. Yes, she certainly deserved a reward. And even though it would mean her temporarily ceasing unrelenting attention to his manhood, it would be absolutely worth it. Besides, he'd made her cum twice yesterday so he had no doubt that she would cum again later when he fucked her silly. "Take your pants and panties off," he said breathily. *** Despite herself, Anna froze. Fuck. Surely he wasn't going to fuck her now? She knew that she'd been giving him an excellent blowjob, and she'd all but promised to let him fuck her later. Surely he'd want to fill both her holes as he'd done yesterday. She'd been so sure! Shit! The main goal of her plan, well other than getting the pill, had been to avoid letting her disgusting neighbour fuck her young pussy again. It wasn't that she didn't want to get fucked again: she just didn't want to give this bastard the satisfaction of making her cum while he fucked her - again. But, she needed that tablet. If this is what it took... Resigned, the fit young blonde let the throbbing black cock slip from her mouth as she stood gracefully. She tried step back as she did so, to move away from the man who was responsible for her humiliation, but Nigel had other ideas. His coarse hands shifted slightly on her full breasts and before she was halfway standing he held both her nipples in a firm finger pinch, forcing her to stand as close as possible to him. Anna had maintained eye contact with her middle aged neighbour, but now his probing eyes were hungrily drinking in the site of her bare breasts as they hung above him. Perverted bastard, the nineteen-year-old thought sourly. She thought she knew exactly why he'd forced her to stay close as she stood. She slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of both her tracksuit and panties, and slipped them down exposing her round ass, which was about as far as she could go while standing upright. Biting the bullet, and face growing hot with embarrassment, the busty nineteen-year-old leant forwards so that she could slip her pants all the way down her long legs. In doing so, she felt her full breasts brush against the rough stubble on Nigel's upturned face. She could feel his hot breath on the soft cool flesh in her considerable cleavage. Yuck! she thought. Sick old perv getting an eye-full. The fucking basta- "Oh!" she gasped as he sucked one of her tits into his mouth again, and for the second time that day her mind was sent reeling at the electric sensations as her neighbour used his tongue to deftly toy with her erect nipple. At the same time, one of Nigel's hands snaked its way between her legs and without realising it the young blonde opened her thighs slightly. The hand slid up the inside of her toned thighs and when a finger deftly flicked her pussy lobes her whole body shuddered involuntarily and she let out a long, uncontrolled moan of pleasure. "You're absolutely dripping wet," Nigel said smugly. "Did you like sucking my black cock?" "Ahhhhh, yesss," she replied without really thinking: his fingers were toying with her slick slit gently, teasingly. She wanted more. She needed more. She leaned forwards, pressing her bosom firmly into his face, feeling the rough hair on his thighs scraping her smooth legs, hungrily seeking to entice his fingers to deliver more stimulation to her deprived cunt. Why am I getting so fucking turned on? Anna wailed silently. She was torn. She loathed that her horrible neighbour was touching her and she hated how her body was reacting - she desperately wanted to avoid the utter humiliation of letting him see her cave in as she'd done yesterday. Yet his touch unleashed incredible sensations through her: she needed more. More! She needed him to bring her to orgasm again. No! a voice silently cried. Anything but that! Oh please, not that! But another thought floated through her dishevelled mind: do what must be done, whatever the cost. Denial. Resignation. Hunger. Her head was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts. But that deep hunger was growing irresistibly strong. Do what must be done. Her plan had been crafted to avoid giving her asshole neighbour her young pussy again. But she'd known this was a possibility. She felt something hot and hard pressing against her leg: she could feel it pulsing with excitement that mirrored her own. She knew what it was, and she knew what was about to happen. She had no choice. Do what must be done. Her shattered plan fell away, and she didn't spare it a second thought. That thick, veiny black cock was going to stretch her young pussy impossibly wide for a second time, and it would make her cum with incredible force again. A part of her mind was freaking out, was screaming at her to pull away, but her body ignored the plea. She was horny as fuck, she had been all day, and soon she would get her release. Anna felt like she was floating in an incredibly erotic nightmare. Or dream. She knew that she didn't want his horrid black cock anywhere near her young vagina again - but somehow, her body craved it. Needed it. It was like she was watching her body move on it's own accord, even as her mind tried to seize control, even as she felt every electric sensation that signalled an incredible orgasm was building within her. The thick, veiny black cock was in her hand. It was hot and smooth. It was throbbing, pounding like a drum. She lifted a bare leg - her panties were somehow down at her ankles, and placed her foot on the chair next to Nigel's hip, opening her own pelvis. His fingers continued to dance along her slit, as he hungrily savaged her tits with his mouth. She lowered herself slowly, slowly until... "Ohh fuck yess," she moaned as the smooth, bulbous head of her neighbour's black cock brushed her dripping pussy lobes. No Anna, stop! she screamed internally, but it was no use. She pressed herself down slowly. The pulsating tip of the large dick slid easily between her slick pussy lobes until it was pressing firmly against the tight opening of her waiting cunt. It felt so... so... so big. The size terrified her. It excited her beyond reason. For a few moments the conflicted young woman remained almost motionless save for a slight rocking of her hips: she didn't push the bulging black cock inside her - yet - instead grinding it's smooth tip against her dripping slit. Electric jolts of pleasure shot through her. Anna was scared to push it further, it was too big! But she needed more! Oh how she desperately needed more! "Fuck me..." a feminine voice said distantly. It sounded like her voice, but surely she would never say that, not to this man anyway! "Please..." *** Nigel's heart seemed to be thumping out of his chest. Fuck. Fuck! How the hell had that reluctant young woman from yesterday turned into... into this!? He'd stopped toying with her incredibly succulent and sensitive nipples and was staring up at the face of a lady utterly lost in her own pleasure. She was exquisite. His large hands were wrapped around her slim waist, gripping her firmly. He desperately wanted to push hips down, to force her succulent cunt to engulf his thick throbbing black cock. But another part of him wanted to wait. He wanted her to finish the blowjob, to watch his young neighbour choking on his cum again. Most of all, he wanted to watch her body be wracked by a beautiful orgasm as she dutifully knelt before him, those full lips wrapped around his black cock. He would fuck her today. He *would*. But not yet. Besides, if he fucked her now, he knew full well that it would only be a short fuck: he wouldn't last long at all. However, if he first came in her beautiful mouth, if he waited to take her in her young vagina, then he would be able to fuck her longer and harder. Much longer. And that would make waiting completely worthwhile. With incredible force of will, Nigel gripped his younger neighbours waist tight to prevent her from pushing herself down on his erect pole. "Finish me off on your knees first, as you promised," he said, exercising a considerable amount of self-control. "Then I'll fuck you properly." *** Anna didn't know whether to cry with joy or scream in frustration. That fucking asshole! He was playing his twisted games with her again, and it was messing up her head. Fuck! Just as she'd resigned herself to her fate, just as she'd let her guard down the dickhead decided to change where things were headed yet again! She felt humiliated that she'd let him see her inner desire again, and even worse was that she knew deep down that she actually *wanted* to get fucked again. What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuck! I'm so friggin' horny! Face burning with shame, the fit young blonde slowly sank to her knees. As she did so her neighbour's hands slid up her side and once again began groping her fully breasts, sending a shiver down her spine. She hated him touching her! Yet she craved more! She wanted to run and hide and never see anyone ever again. She wanted to climb back on top of this asshole man and push his thick black cock inside her yearning pussy. Fucking hell Anna, she shouted at herself inside her head. Get a grip girl! As her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft once more, she was again struck by its incredible girth, her fingers and thumb failed to touch as she gripped it in a casual hold. It was... impressive... No! Focus! Anna took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She needed to pull herself together. The plan, she thought as she stroked the veiny black cock. Remember the plan! She glanced at her watch. Not long now. In fact, it was pretty much time to up the ante and make her asshole neighbour cum. Her stomach flipped in sheer excitement. She felt sick that she felt so excited. Anna leaned forwards again, eyes hungrily - no reluctantly! - on the throbbing pole in her hands: soon it was going to erupt sticky cum into her mouth. The smooth bulbous head was wet and slick, but it wasn't until Anna's plush lips slid over the pulsing mushroom and she tasted the sweet tanginess that she realised it was coated in her own pussy juices. Yuck! She almost gagged. She was sucking her own pussy juices off her horrid neighbour's black cock! No, not almost - she did gag! Yuck yuck yuck!!! "What's wrong princess", Nigel chuckled above her. He paused, thinking. "Hmm, I know you like sucking black cock, so what's changed..." Oh fuck, she thought, please oh please don't let him guess. She didn’t want to give him another weapon against her. He paused, as though thinking, then; "Oh, is it the taste of your own sweet juices?" She glared at him, blushing crimson with shame, and her neighbour laughed. "Oh, don't worry my little slut, I'll make sure you get to lick your own nectar until you crave the taste." Shit! Fucking shit! She felt panic building. This was too much. She couldn't go through with this! She needed to get the hell out of here, and consequences be dammed! Easy girl, Anna thought trying to settle herself, focus on the plan. Make him cum, get the pill: that was the deal, and the deal was her priority. Everything else was secondary. If possible avoid getting fucked. If in any way possible, any way at all, avoid orgasming for this asshole. But everything else could be endured. Must be endured. Forcing the sweet tangy taste of her own juices from her mind, the young blonde once again set to work servicing her neighbours thick black cock. It was time to make her asshole neighbour cum. She instantly began working the thick, throbbing shaft rapidly. She sucked and slurped on the veiny rod, taking it as deep as she could - still only half it's length - massaging it with her lips as her tongue danced long it's length. One hand began rapidly pumping the base of the thick black cock in rhythm with her bobbing head, as the other slid to find a new target. When her fingers wrapped around Nigel's heavy ball sack her neighbour moaned in pleasure above her. She began massaging that impressively large - no horrid! - sack as she continued to dutifully slurp on the throbbing shaft. Surely he must be close now. Nigel was breathing heavily above her, and his hungry eyes were deep pits of lust. He squeezed her sensitive tits again and she moaned despite herself. Fucking pervert! "You're really enjoying this aren't you?" Nigel asked her with a smirk. Anna's face grew hot - well, hotter: it was already burning with embarrassment. Dickhead! But she'd come this far, and there was only one reply she could give at this point. She drew her head back slowly until the shiny red head of Nigel's impressive manhood popped free. "Yes sir," she replied, as her hand began stroking the black cock's full length. It wasn't really a lie - she was horny as hell - and besides she needed to keep him happy so she could finish him off with the blowjob: the alternative was just too terrifying. Despite her growing shame, she forced herself to go on. "I love sucking your black cock sir. Please, let me taste your cum." "I can tell," her old neighbour said smugly, and the busty nineteen-year-old resisted the urge to slap the bastard. Instead, she kept jacking off his long shaft. "And so I think you should be rewarded." He paused, a glint in his eyes that gave Anna a growing sense of dread. Reward? Shit, that couldn't be good. He leaned forwards, and Anna felt his hot breath as he whispered in her ear. "Finger yourself while you suck me. When I cum, you will too. No excuses. Understood?" Shit. Fucking shit. Anna felt herself go ice cold with terror inside, yet at the same time, an excited warmth bloomed. Oh hell no. "Sir - " Anna's voice wavered. "Sir I - " her voice died off again, lost for words. Absently she continued jacking off his pulsing black cock. Nigel's smug voice cut the silence, "Better hurry, I'm almost there." Defeated, resigned and excited, Anna jumped to obey. *** Nigel almost felt disappointed when the busty young blonde's hand suddenly left his black cock. Almost. Instead he felt smugly victorious as a small gasp of pleasure escaped Anna Wade's lips when her hand obediently began rubbing her delicious slit that lay nestled between her smooth, toned thighs. For some reason, he thought he had detected a sliver of resistance from the fit nineteen-year-old, yet everything she'd done pointed to her submitting herself to him absolutely. She moaned again, and Nigel pushed the thought aside. No, she *had* lost herself in her own lust. Any doubt that he detected was surely simply due to the fact that she was still learning *how* to perform her new role in the world. She moaned again, this time louder, hungrier. Yes, the young slut was defiantly enjoying the moment, and if he wasn't mistaken, she wasn't far off her climax. That realisation brought a surge of excitement in the 53 year old, and he felt his currently neglected black cock twitch: he wasn't far off his own peak either. Smiling, he let one hand fall away from massaging her impressive breasts and laid it on the back of her golden head, before gently guiding her head forwards, back to his waiting black cock. He shuddered in sheer heavenly pleasure as her soft nineteen-year-old lips once again wrapped around the tip of his erection. *** Anna's heart was racing. She could scarcely believe how turned on she was, but there was no denying the electric excitement that shot through her each time the man above her moaned in pleasure. As the thick veiny black cock pumped in and out of her mouth she could feel it throbbing against her soft lips with his soaring arousal. She hated this asshole (well that's what she tried to tell herself), yet each pulse of his throbbing black cock sent her heart racing even faster with excitement. Seeing his arousal, his sheer pleasure... it was intoxicating knowing that she was the sole cause of it all. Her breath felt laboured from the exertion. With her mouth stuffed full with Nigel's swollen black cock, she was desperately sucking in air through her nose. Jolts of electric pleasure raced through her body as her fingers deftly stimulated her clit with an increasingly rapid tempo. Part of her clung to the desperate desire resist the domineering male and withhold her own orgasm. The far larger part hunted the heavenly release with a burning hunger. The room was filled with the intense sounds of her sexual activity. The continuous and rapid wet slurping noises were interjected by the deep satisfied grunts of her neighbour and even more frequently by her own softer moans. It was an erotic chorus of pure pleasure. It terrified her. It aroused her beyond comprehension. *slurp* *slurp *slurp* "Ahh yea slut, just ahh like that..." The thick veiny black cock was pulsing in her mouth as she bobbed faster and faster, tongue swirling around the smooth head. It felt... delicious. *slurp* *slurp* "Ahhhh yea..." Nigel moaned as Anna began massaging his balls more firmly, more... hungrily. *squelch* *slurp* *gugh* "Hmmm - gugh - aaaah - slurp - ahhhhhhh," she moaned with pleasure as her fingers danced furiously along her dripping slit. *gugh* *slurp* She moaned again, and inside she screamed to herself to resist her sexual need. She couldn't give him that victory, not again! *slurp* *gugh* The huge black cock filled her mouth, yet she still couldn't take any more length despite her efforts to go deeper. *slurp* *slurp* *THWACK!* "Aaa-oooowww-gha!" Anna cried out against her meaty gag in mixed pain and pleasure as Nigel suddenly slapped one of her bouncing tits - hard - but she didn't slow down. She sped up. *slurp* THWACK!* This time the other breast was the victim, and again, the sharp pain was swallowed by an intense jolt of pleasure. *slurp* *THWACK* "Hmm-aaaahhhh" the young blonde moaned, as she rubbed her desperate cunt faster and faster. *THWACK* *THWACK* The intense stimulation drove her onwards at a frantic rate. She needed - NEEDED - to cum! NO! A part of her screamed in desperation. Don't let him win! Not again! *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK* The blows rained down harder and faster than ever, each strike punctuated by spike in excitement and a hungry moan despite her best efforts to resist. *** Nigel was close. Very close. The incredible blowjob that his young neighbour was delivering him was near on perfection. The sight of her kneeling before him, pure desire painted on her angelic face lifted him higher. The sight of her delicious breasts jolting with each strike and the accompanying moans of ecstasy were intoxicating. He was driving Anna Wade wild with lust, and in doing so he was making her his. With that realisation, he could hold back no longer. He was hurtling towards his orgasm, and he was going to bring the delectable young blonde with him. In an instant his hands darted forwards and instead of striking those incredibly sensitive tits, he pinched the erect nipples between his fingers and pulled them away from her body. He knew, with certainty, that this would be the final straw needed to tip the young woman over the edge and into her own exquisite ecstasy. "Ahhh fuck yea babe," he panted. "Just... ahh... like that... ahhh..." *** Anna was engulfed in intense pleasure with a hint of pain as Nigel suddenly pinched both her sensitive nipples. The relentless assault on her tits combined with her frantic masturbation and the horribly exciting knowledge that she was driving her neighbour wild took her to the very brink of bliss. Above her Nigel said something, but lost in her own desire she didn't process the words. "Hhmmm-guuughhmm!" She moaned hungrily. Finally completely lost in the moment, Anna's hand was rubbing her pussy at a frantic rate, hunting her own heavenly ecstasy. She was close, oh so close to the orgasm that had been building within her since her shower the day before. She was... Once again Nigel's thick black cock seemed to swell in her grip and she could practically feel it force her plush lips even wider. Once again, she knew that he was about to cum explosively. But this time, the young blonde didn't back off. She squeezed the heavy ball sack firmly in her hand, as she continued frantically rubbing her dripping clit and practically gagging on the pulsating rod in her mouth. Anna felt herself surging towards a desperate and humiliating orgasm. She was about to - "Uuhhhh... oh YEAA!" Nigel cried out above her, and as his strong hands suddenly cupped the back of her head, holding her in place in an iron grip, and Anna knew they were both about to cum in unison. But even as she was hurtled towards the point of heavenly bliss, some deep part of Anna somehow snapped back in control. Noooooo! the voice cried out silently, I will NOT cum for this asshole again! She would never, ever let herself succumb to that level of humiliation again. And so, despite being on the very verge of exploding into magnificent ecstasy, the busty young blonde tore her delicate fingers from her desperate pussy. At that exact instant, the first wad of thick, salty semen erupted from the enormous dick which was buried half its length in her young mouth and plastered the back of her throat with shocking force. As her gag reflex triggered, the next wave of her older neighbour's cum spewed from his black cock, filling her mouth. And the next spurt. And the next. Wave after wave erupted as she choked and struggled to no avail. "Uuughhh!!!!" she choked. Gagging, Anna was unable to swallow, so the thick seed that filled her already stuffed mouth escaped the only way it could: out through her mouth. Out it came, dribbling down her chin and covering the tops of her full breasts that waited below. Her neighbour's thick semen dripped over her erect tits and it ran into her cleavage where it pooled, trapped by the two mounds of soft flesh that were pushed together by her arms as she tried in vain to push herself off the pulsing black cock. A single trickle escaped, and slowly made its way down her flat toned stomach. Slowly, the spurts of hot cum subsided, slowly the thick black cock began to soften in her mouth, yet Anna's neighbour held her firmly in place with a strong grip. As she continued to choke on the thick semen and the meaty sausage, the curvy teenager felt a strange mix of relief and panic building. She'd executed her humiliating plan, so the pill and safety should soon be hers. Her mum would knock on the door soon to give her the escape she needed so desperately, the final element of her plan. Yet... yet something told her neighbour would find a way to punish her for her disobedience, for not cumming as he had instructed. Shit! Had she just screwed everything up? Fuck! Finally, her neighbour's gaze refocused and his predatory eyes locked onto hers, and the innocent blonde felt a wave of panic hit her as anger flashed across his face. "You stopped yourself cumming didn't you?" Nigel asked in a dangerous whisper. "You know," he paused, still catching his breath, "I think it makes a lot more sense if I give you that tablet after we finish upstairs, don't you agree?" Oh no, please no! Fuck fuck FUCK! *** ...to be continued... ======== Chapter 4 ======== Anna Wade knelt in her neighbour's office, completely naked, with the sharp, salty taste of cum thick in her mouth. His large, though now softening, black cock was still nestled snugly inside her moist lips, momentarily forgotten by the young blonde. Her full round breasts were lined with dripping streaks of thick white semen that had escaped her mouth due to the sheer force of his explosion. Her velvety young pussy still quivered and pulsed of its own volition, desperately hungry for the orgasm that she had been denied. The ecstasy she had denied herself in a moment of stubbornly futile defiance. The nineteen-year-old was burning with shame at having just sucked off her older neighbour. And she'd done so willingly, in a way, as part of her desperate plan to remove the main leverage he had over her. But that was barely the tip of the iceberg that represented her humiliation. What really burned her to her core was the knowledge that the ordeal had aroused her own desires so completely and utterly. That, and the knowledge that her asshole neighbour had witnessed her desperate need for her own orgasm. Her entire being felt like a burning furnace of pure humiliation. How could she have let him see her like that?! Yet as hot as her soul-deep shame burnt her, she was equally ice cold and frozen with utter terror at Nigel's last words. "I think it makes a lot more sense if I give you that tablet after we finish upstairs, don't you agree?" he'd said. Shit. Shit! Her plan had failed. No, not just failed. It had detonated in her face like a truckload of dynamite. Everything she'd done - the whole fucking humiliating and degrading facade - had been aimed at getting that goddam pill from this, this asshole, without letting him take her pussy again! And now... now he was going to fuck her anyway. The very thought sent her into a near panic: her 53-year-old neighbour was going to plough his massive black cock inside her tight young pussy, and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing. And yet, what really froze her to her core was the undeniable knowledge that when he did, she would, despite her absolute best efforts, be overwhelmed by her own irresistible lust. The humiliation of getting fucked by her older neighbour was a grain of rice next to the mountain that would be her shame of being brought to another incredible orgasm by his pounding black cock. The shame stemmed from him knowing that she was trying, and failing, to fight the effects that his throbbing manhood would have on her young body. And, shockingly, frustratingly, that shame would drive her ecstasy even higher. Why the fuck had she just disobeyed his order? It would have been so easy! And it would have felt so goddam good! She'd been so close to cumming herself, she'd been on the very brink of it when his black cock had swollen in her mouth as his own orgasm has crashed free. She'd craved her own release so badly! And yet, in that moment of stubborn stupidity, she'd stopped herself, and in doing so, condemned herself to Nigel's torment. Again. Fuck. Anna jumped as something touched her chin, then realised that it was Nigel tipping her face with a single finger. "Look at me," he said softly, and for a brief moment their eyes met and Anna saw a mix of smugness, anger and intrigue in his sharp gaze. It was only a brief moment, as it instantly became too much for the young blonde to bear, and she jerked away scowling angrily, causing the large black cock to finally slip free of her mouth leaving behind a thin strand of saliva mixed with cum to hang from her delicate chin, unnoticed by the young woman. Fucking asshole! Sheer humiliation gripped Anna, and an irresistible need to get away, to escape, surged within her. Frantically she started to back away, but her neighbour had other ideas. In an instant his hand flashed out and roughly gripped a fistful of her silky blonde hair, jerking her head back roughly in the process and Anna cried out. "Oowwww!!!" Nigel chuckled; twisting her hair painfully and pulling it back further still so she was forced to look up at him as he leaned forwards intently. "Oww-oww- please! Owww!" she whimpered, and she screwed her eyes shut as pain swallowed her world. Her neighbour didn't soften his iron grip by a hair, and his voice was as cold as ice as he spoke. "I said, look at me!" Reluctantly, Anna opened her eyes and forced herself to look up at the domineering man. *** Nigel's heart was thumping in his chest as his mind swirled with a hurricane of thoughts and emotions. Deep satisfaction at emptying his balls into his young neighbour's throat once again and a sense of conquest at seeing her own undeniable arousal both cumulated to strong relief at having captured a near perfect scene on his hidden cameras, giving him further leverage over his prey. All that, and the absolutely exquisite performance that young Anna Wade had just delivered: that had really spun his head. Yet, despite his resounding victory, a mix of anger and uncertainty gripped him. The initial irritation at his order being disobeyed had flared to rage when the young blonde had scrambled away at his touch. How dare she disobey him! But on top of that, he felt the confining pressure of uncertainty gripping his stomach. Why had she disobeyed him? He'd been so convinced that she'd caved in to her suppressed sexual desires, so convinced that he held compelling leverage over her that she couldn't resist even if she'd wanted to. Yet she'd frantically denied herself her own beautiful orgasm, despite his direct order and the undoubted fact that she had craved it. Why? His instincts told him there was a reason, and that it should be obvious. Something tickled his mind, some small observation from earlier - a clue perhaps - but he couldn't grasp it. He needed to clear his head and think this through methodically, but his mind felt scrambled. First thing first, he told himself. Right now he needed to seize control of the situation again, before his neighbour's daughter freaked out and did something that they would both deeply regret. Once he had everything in hand, he could figure out what the little minx was playing at. That, and how he could crack through her walls once and for all. He peered into the young woman's green eyes. Sharp and clear, they were the colour of fresh spring buds, yet right now they were glistening with moisture and wide with... what was it? Fear? Shame? For a moment he drank in the sight with a deep hungry need - her eyes still held a naive innocence that stirred something within him. No, focus. First he needed to put her back in her place; then he could unravel her. "That's better, my little slut," he whispered, and the young woman's cheeks blushed slightly redder. Shame or anger, it didn't matter. He continued, and watched in satisfaction as her eyes grew even wider. *** "You've displeased me. Disobedience is not something I will tolerate from you," Nigel's voice was cold and hard, merciless. "I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter or I fucking swear you'll not get so much as a whiff of that pill. Do I make myself clear?" He punctuated the final word by sharply jerking her head even further back, but Anna barely noticed. Her insides roiled with sheer terror that dwarfed any and every other thought or emotion. Fuck! Yesterday she'd been sure that he didn't want her to get pregnant despite everything, but now... staring up into his mercilessly cold eyes, she believed every word he'd just said. He was serious. The asshole was fucking serious! No. NO! She had to get that pill. Anna felt her lip beginning to quiver uncontrollably, felt tears forming in her eyes, but she was frozen completely motionless. He couldn't keep it from her! Shit! Oh fucking please. He couldn't! Could he? No no no no no no no no no. "There, now," Nigel said, his voice was soft and, there was something else. Could it be... concern? No, surely not, the asshole would be incapable of that emotion. A strong finger brushed the top of her cheek gently, and Anna realised he was wiping away a tear as it escaped her eye. She didn't care that she was crying, didn't care that she was showing him how much control that pill gave him over her. Her nakedness and shame never crossed her mind. Her mind was stuck in an endless loop. She needed that pill, or, or... more tears began filling her eyes as she felt herself beginning to crack under the sheer terror of her possible fate. "Calm down," Nigel said gently, cupping her head gently in both hands as he used his thumbs to delicately wipe away tears from both her eyes. "It'll be ok. Don't you worry. You'll get that pill, I know you will. You be a good girl for me, you do as you're told, try your absolute best, and I'll give it to you before you leave. I promise... You will do as you're told, won't you?" "Y-yes!" Anna answered instantly through quivering lips as relief bloomed inside her. Some part of her screamed for caution, but she was too distraught to pay it any mind. "Yes! I will! Of course! Oh please please please..." Her voice died out as she fought to hold her turbulent emotions from overwhelming her. The initial blind panic at Nigel's threat was subsiding, but it was being replaced by a deep sense of foreboding. Uneasiness gripped her. Fuck, what had she just agreed to? But... she had to get that pill. Nigel leant back in his chair, hands falling from her face, and he smiled. Despite everything else, Anna felt a chill. Fuck. The asshole knew full well that his threat gave him complete control. Absolute control. He knew it. She knew it. Fuck. She opened her mouth to say something - anything - to dissuade him, but Nigel cut her off. "Complete - utter - obedience," he said dangerously, speaking as though intending to drive each word through her skull, and Anna froze, mouth agape, suddenly unsure what to say. "You will not speak a single word without my express permission, slut," Nigel continued, and Anna's mouth snapped shut. What else could she do? *** Nigel leaned back again, careful not to let his relief show. Presenting threats like that were dangerous; you never really knew how someone would react when backed into a corner and presented with an ultimatum. They could either crumble or fight like a cornered animal. If she had fought on, if she had resisted... well, he either would have needed to carry out his threat or back down himself. Either option would be disastrous. But, his instinct had told him how the young blonde would react, and he'd been right. Bloody lucky, he thought. Taking a calculated risk was one thing, but Anna Wade was stubborn and spirited, and following gut instinct had been a gamble. He hated gambling. Still, whether a calculated risk or a complete gamble, either way, it had worked. He let his smile show. Boy, had it worked. Yesterday, despite his blackmail, she'd been reluctant the whole way through, and even after he'd dominated her, she'd still resisted subservience. Today... well, on the surface it had seemed as though he'd cracked her walls, but clearly that had been some sort of facade. But what? He itched to figure out what her angle had been, but for now, he decided to enjoy what appeared to be - finally - absolute control over his stunning young neighbour. Clearly she was utterly petrified of getting pregnant and that fear completely overshadowed all her other reservations about this... situation. With that level power over her, well, he could really leverage that to set the collar well and truly around her pretty little neck. Casually, Nigel reached over to his desk and shifted a few papers, revealing the paper bag from the pharmacy. Now that got the young woman's attention: she went stock still, eyes glued to the bag. Good. He fished inside and took out the smaller of the two boxes: the promised morning after pill. He held the small parcel up so the young woman could read the label. Her pretty green eyes widened and seemed to burn with desperate need, but she otherwise remained motionless. Perfect. "I think I'll set this right here," he said, deliberately placing the box on the shelf above his desk so that it was clearly in her field of view, even when kneeling. When setting demanding terms in negotiations, he'd long ago learned that it was important that the other party knew that you were genuine with your intent to stick to your end of the bargain: otherwise, they might panic and withdraw, or go elsewhere. Manipulating his innocent neighbour was much the same. That, and it also served as a tantalising reminder, just in case she decided he was going too far. That little box was the bait that would draw her deeper into his elaborate plans. Time to drive the advantage home, he thought with a spike of excitement. "Kneel how I told you to yesterday," Nigel commanded. *** Anna jumped. For a few moments her entire focus had been locked on that little box that was sitting so innocently above Nigel's desk. Salvation. It was so close: hardly much more than a metre or two away. So friggin' close! And yet, it was completely beyond her reach. She could cross the short space, rip open the package and swallow that tablet all in only a couple of heartbeats. But she knew she'd never make it. The large man would intercept her well before she closed half the distance, and even if she somehow managed to snatch the package, he'd easily overpower her before she could open it. And then she'd certainly feel the full force of his wrath. No. The bastard had put it there for no other reason than to tempt her, to test her obedience. The prick would have been hoping that she'd crack and lunge for it. But she wouldn't give him that victory. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? she thought. Fuck! Now that the sheer terror had subsided, she was once again becoming all too aware of how horribly disgusting and humiliating her situation was. Shit! Her neighbour was older than her parents, she'd just sucked his meaty black cock, she was fucking naked and covered in his goddam cum -- and she was still following his perverted instructions! What the fuck was wrong with her? She should be fucking getting away from this bastard! Yet, she couldn't fight back. How could she? Not with that threat. Fuck! Every part of her wanted to run, to cover herself, to escape. Every emotion screamed at her not to give in to him. Her mind spun, desperately hunting for a way out, but her head felt scrambled beyond reason by fear and disorientated by the conflicting emotions of her disgust and arousal. Bloody hell! Why the hell was she still horny? Only one thing was clear. She needed to get that pill! And so, despite her face burning with embarrassment, the young blonde followed her neighbour's order. She knelt in front of him, and despite the intense instinct to cover herself, Anna did the opposite. She carefully put her hands behind her back and pushed her chest forward, all too aware that this would accentuate her full breasts. As Nigel had said yesterday, she was to 'display' herself for him. Asshole! She glared at the floor, unable to look at her tormentor due to a mixture of humiliation and rage. "So you do listen sometimes," Nigel said mockingly, and Anna resisted the urge to shift her position just to spite him. No use pissing him off for no reason. "A couple of small changes though," Nigel continued. "Firstly, knees apart." Dickhead! She knew exactly where this was going, but again, Anna found herself obeying the command. Well, sort of. She shifted her knees apart only a few centimetres. Nigel chuckled, amused at her attempt to resist his will while avoiding outright disobedience. "Wider," was all he said. Anna shuffled her knees apart a bit further, but again, less than what she expected he'd want. No point going any further than he had in mind. Right? "Wider." Then again, maybe not. Once again Anna obeyed, reluctantly shifting by a few centimetres. Her knees were now maybe ten centimetres or so apart. He'd be able to see her pussy now - just. "Wider." Hardly surprising, the fucker would want more than the minimum view. Another small shift. "Wider." Asshole. "Wider." Fuck. Surely that was enough? "Wider." Anna's knees were now a bit over a foot apart. Yep, he'd defiantly be able to see her slick pussy lobes now. She could feel her cheeks grow hot with shame. Well, hotter -- they were already burning. "That's better," Nigel said. "In future, whenever you are told to kneel, you will do so exactly as you are now." In the future? Like hell, dickhead. She was going to go along with this torture only until she got her salvation, and not a moment longer. Not for this prick. "But, -" Nigel continued, and Anna felt a spike of fear, "- this time you will to move your knees another foot apart." Anna gaped, finally looking up at her neighbour. Another foot? "Now!" Nigel barked, and despite herself, Anna jumped. Reluctant yet defeated, the nineteen-year-old shuffled her knees, stretching her pelvis wide and feeling even more vulnerable and exposed than ever. *** As the blonde teenager followed his instructions, albeit with visible reluctance, Nigel himself casually knelt on one knee directly in front of her. The young woman turned her head aside to avoid his penetrating gaze, a deep red glow staining her smooth cheeks. He grinned wickedly at her clear discomfort. Oh yes, she was most defiantly on edge right now. Perfect. He reached out and cupped the underside of her jawline in one hand, careful not to touch the streaks of his own thick cum that still decorated her chin. Anna flinched at his touch and screwed her eyes shut as Nigel turned her head to face him, and he felt a flare of exhilaration. She was incredibly hot, kneeling obediently, still covered from chin to chest in his seed, and still struggling to fight against his inevitable authority. Oh boy, he was going to enjoy every moment of this. It would take time, but he would break her walls, break her, until she accepted servitude eagerly. "Look at me," he said quietly, and for a heartbeat the busty blonde kept her eyes shut in a pitiful show of defiance. Then, she opened them and glared directly at him, and Nigel could practically feel the heat burning in her sharp green eyes. Hatred or humiliation, Nigel couldn't tell. Probably both. "You are not to move, not a hair, unless I tell you, understood?" "Yea," the young woman said, and Nigel sighed. "Don't you remember what I said yesterday about answering my questions?" he asked. Respond in full sentences, he'd instructed. "Yes," she replied after a short pause. "Yes sir, I remember what you said and understand your request." Nigel chuckled. There was defiantly fire left in her. Good. "That's better," he said, holding her spirited gaze. "You know," he continued, as he slowly began tracing his hand down her slender neck. "I thought that I'd gotten the point across yesterday when I spanked that cute round ass of yours," he grinned, noticing raw emotion flash across her face. His hand continued downwards, and he casually brushed a few stray strands of her golden hair back over her shoulder. "But clearly, you need some more discipline," he traced his fingers down the side of her chest, brushing the side of her full breast, and noticed an involuntary shiver run through her body. He burned to roughly grab her ripe firm tits, to pinch her sensitive nipples, but he resisted. Her generous cleavage and the front of one breast were streaked with his thick semen, which had escaped her mouth as he'd cum explosively, and for now he wanted to admire the artwork. Not only did the view of his own seed on her exquisite body excite him, he knew it was equally humiliating for the unwilling young woman. "So," he continued, "I ask myself, what punishment will make you learn?" He gently slid his hand down from her breast, following the lines of her flat, toned stomach. His young neighbour shivered again at his delicate touch. "Should I spank you again?" He guided his hand backwards along her hipbone until he once again cupped that amazingly round ass in his large hand. "I would certainly enjoy that..." He slapped the blonde's ass sharply: her breath caught in surprise, but otherwise her face remained a study in controlled determination. "But the problem is, you seemed to enjoy that a little too much yesterday didn't you?" Nigel stared at his victim intently, but she gave him nothing. No blink, no burst of anger. Stubborn resistance or grim determination, it was actually pretty impressive. But Nigel wasn't about to accept her silence as an answer to his question. "Well?" he prompted in a low voice. "If you say so... sir," she replied through gritted teeth. Nigel chuckled and squeezed her firm ass in his hand. "It made you wet didn't it?" he asked. Again, the young blonde stubbornly kept her mouth shut. "Answer the question," Nigel whispered. "Yes." Nigel sighed. "Come now, my little slut," he said. "Do I need to remind you of every instruction? Full sentence answers. I don't want to have to remind you again." "Yes... sir," the nineteen year old replied reluctantly, clearly struggling within herself to force the words out. "It... it made... I... When you spanked me I did get... wet." "That's better," Nigel said with mock encouragement. "And, what does it mean when that tight little cunt of yours gets all wet like that?" As he continued, Nigel once again began gliding his hand along her silky skin - this time angling from her ass, across her hip before resting lightly on her inner thigh as he finished speaking. His young neighbour shifted awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with where his hand rested, and her sharp green eyes darted with uncertainty. There was a pause before she spoke as she licked her lips nervously. "I... umm, it..." she began, clearly hunting for a way to respond without actually answering the question. "When I get, umm... get wet..." Nigel slid his hand ever so slightly up those deliciously smooth thighs, and the young woman stiffened, panic creeping into her previously stubborn countenance. "Ahhhh... it means I'm, umm... it means... I'm... I'm... aroused." The last word came out as a whisper. "Aroused? Aroused? What, do you think that you're some kind of posh upper-class young lady?" Nigel laughed mockingly, knowing full well that was exactly how she'd seen herself before his exploitation had begun only a day earlier. "You're a slut, princess, so you'd better start talking like one." He paused, letting his words hang in the air and watching his luscious young captive struggle to contain her roiling anger and bursting shame. "Now, slut," he continued, "Say it all, properly. You enjoyed your spanking, it made your tight little cunt soaking wet because you're a horny slut. Beg for another spanking. Say it like you mean it, like you're trying to convince me that it's true. Make me believe every single word. I mean... you don't want me to crush that tablet to dust and wash it down the sink now... do you?" *** Asshole! Fucking dickhead asshole! Shit! Shit shit shit! Anna was gripped by a fresh wave of shame, panic and resentment. There was no way she could bring herself to say all that. Before today, before his threat only a few minutes ago, she would never have even thought those words, let alone considered saying them out loud. Defiantly not where anyone could hear. And most certainly not for him. And yet... and yet there was no way out, was there? She could either say what her tormentor wanted to hear, or... her stomach twisted in fear at the very hint of the alternative. Continue humiliating herself, or get... get... she still couldn't finish the thought. It wasn't even a choice. And, to add insult to injury, Anna needed to make it convincing. Make it genuine. That in itself made the entire ordeal a hundred times worse. To make it real, she'd have to, for a brief minute, let go of her resistance and let that deep and terrifyingly hungry part of her to the surface. Doing so, even for an instant, horrified her beyond belief. Yet anything less risked her utter destruction. And the friggin' asshole knew he had her completely trapped! She knew he was doing this simply to debase and humiliate her! Asshole! Calm down, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Getting yourself all worked up won't solve anything. The elaborate plan that she'd hatched earlier in the day was utterly dead. Shattered. Now she could allow herself only one focus: do every perverted thing her sick neighbour demanded and get that fucking tablet. "Well?" her wretched neighbour asked. There was a smugness to the way he said it that told Anna that he knew full well the turmoil she was going through. Bastard. She took another deep breath, trying to suppress the bone deep shame that filled her. Fuck, she couldn't really say this shit, could she? Fuck! Her insides twisted, and she swallowed. "Please sir," she began, struggling to hide her humiliation in a facade that she hoped came across how Nigel wanted: slutty. She was all too aware of Nigel's coarse hand that rested dangerously on her inner thigh: every slight move sent tingles of anticipation through her deprived body. "Please, can you spank me again? It -", her voice wavered as Nigel gently massaged her smooth leg, but she pushed on, blushing profusely "- it made me -" oh hell "- wet when you slapped my ass because I'm such a -" don't say it! "- horny slut." Her voice was breathy at the end, and she realised with horror she hadn't needed to fake to be convincing: it had come naturally, drawn out of her by her the dangerous combination of her verbal acknowledgement of what she feared deep down, and Nigel's caressing touch that was oh so close to where she hungered. Fuck! Keep a hold of yourself Anna! Do NOT give in to him! "Acceptable," Nigel said, smiling. "Just." What?! Asshole! She'd done exactly as he'd asked! Bastard! She opened her mouth to protest, but at the last moment she remembered one of his earlier instructions: 'not a single word without express permission' he'd said. Fine. Her mouth snapped shut. "Ahh, so you are learning," Nigel observed mockingly. He moved his free hand to rest on the curve of her narrow waistline, sending another wave of tingles though Anna's body as his other hand crept ever so slightly higher up her exposed inner-thigh. Oh fuck - why was this prick so good at manipulating her body! "But, just because you really want to please me, you'll say that again," her neighbour continued. "But I want you to make a few little changes for me, understood?" He paused, waiting, and Anna replied, "Yes sir, I understand." "Good, good. Firstly, the start was a bit shaky: make the whole thing more convincing, like you did towards the end. Secondly, I want to hear you say it made your tight little cunt wet -- that exact phrase mind. Thirdly, you're not a horny slut, you're my horny slut. Is that clear? And finally, when I say beg, I mean beg." Anna fought to suppress her outrage. He was deliberately pushing her to her absolute limits, baiting her. She fought to control herself. She would not fail now. Whatever the cost. "It -" Anna swallowed. "Yes, yes it is sir. " "Very good," he replied, shifting his hand up her smooth waist so that his fingers brushed the underside of one of her full breasts. Anna shivered again. Despite her every wish, her own body was betraying her. Oh hell, how on earth could she possibly bring herself to say all that with his hands so fucking close to two of her incredibly sensitive points of pleasure? The problem, well, one of many problems, was that her own humiliation inexplicably seemed to drive her arousal higher. She hadn't realised that until yesterday when her neighbour had first blackmailed her. And unfortunately for her, the older man seemed to have realised as well. Shit. "When you're ready," Nigel said, shifting his hand ever so slightly higher so that his fingertips began supporting the fleshy weight of her boob. Creep. Just get it fucking over with, she told herself. "Please sir," Anna began again, and this time her voice was steady and breathy from the start. "Can you spank me again sir?" His strong hands squeezed slightly, one on her inner thigh the other so close to her sensitive boob, and Anna felt electric anticipation shiver though her body. No! she cried silently. Ignore it Anna! Don't let him see you react! She steeled herself and pushed on, trying to banish the sensations of his touch. "It makes my tight -" she involuntarily stiffened as Nigel shifted a single finger a hairs breath from her desperate pussy, but through sheer determination she gave him no other reaction. She would not cave in this time! Thankfully, Nigel's finger remained perfectly motionless, doing nothing other than presenting a dangerously tantalising hint. Asshole. "- little cunt soaking wet when you spank me sir. Please slap your horny slut's ass." Her jaw snapped shut in disgust and determination as she finished the last word. There! She'd said the vile thing for the bastard. She felt like she needed to wash her mouth out. It disgusted her that she'd said what she had, but it was done. But, there was a small victory wrapped up in the layers of humiliation: she'd said all that, and she hadn't given him any reaction beyond what was strictly necessary. She would get through this ordeal! "Again," Nigel said softly. "And beg." Oh shit. Not again. She couldn't stand the shame of saying it all again. And bloody hell! Why did she get so friggin' turned on when she said it! But the young woman had no choice. "Please sir, can you please spank me again, sir?" To her utter horror, as she spoke Nigel's hand slid upwards and cupped her full breast, squeezing firmly and pleasure jolted through her body. Oh crap. "It makes my - ahhhh!" Nigel's other hand suddenly slid upwards and a finger flicked across her wet pussy lobes and across her desperate clit. For a moment, Anna's mind went blank as intense sexual hunger engulfed her. Internally, she screamed at herself to fight the overpowering sensations, to stop playing Nigel's sick games and tell him to fuck off. But she couldn't, and so she continued with her humiliating admissions, knowing full well that every word only drove her sexual hunger further and further. "Ahhhh - it makes my tight little ahhh... cunt ahhhhh... soaking wet when you spank me, sir." Nigel had punctuated the word 'cunt' by sliding a finger deftly along the length of her deprived slit, and Anna's resolve crumbled. Her self control, what little of it she had managed to hold onto, cracked. "Please slap your horny - ah-ahhh - slut's ass. Ohhh... please sir..." Nigel was now simultaneously rapidly fingering Anna's exposed clit and roughly caressing her sensitive breast, sending her into a spiral of pleasure. Her shame only served to heighten her body's response to her neighbour's expert touch. "Ahhh... please..." The intense sensations of Nigel's expert caress combined with the deep sexual desire that had been building within her since yesterday was simply too much. Overwhelmed, she lost herself. "Ohhh... sir... please..." "Yessssss..." Her hips were now rocking, hungrily pushing against Nigel's fingers, hunting more delicious stimulation. A small shadow of her mind cried out, but once again, the busty young blonde was hurtling towards the ecstasy her body so desperately craved. "Aaaaah..." "Ahhh... please..." "Aaaaaaahhhh... please... ohhhh... sir..." She was so close, she was... "Yesss! Ahhh-ahhh..." And then everything stopped. Nigel's touch vanished and once again, she was left hanging on the very brink, so close, but denied. Desperate beyond reasonable thought, Anna's own hands snapped forwards and frantically rubbed her slender fingers along her dripping pussy. For a matter of heartbeats, Anna's blissful release was again within kissing distance, but then Nigel cut through her desperation with a single word. "Stop," he commanded, voice cleaving through her need. Anna froze, and reality suddenly crashed home. What the fuck had she been doing? Had she really just masturbated in her neighbours office? Was she really that pathetic? Fuck! Behaving like that, loosing herself, trying to reach her orgasm despite, well, despite everything... fuck... maybe she really was a slut. Her eyes widened in horror at her last thought. No. NO! She would NOT start thinking of herself as a slut! She could not give the bastard that particular victory. She would not let him! But hell, she needed to cum so badly! She'd been so damn close - why hadn't she just finished herself off? Fuck! Ashamed beyond belief, Anna tore her hand from her pussy, vaguely noticing the slickness that already coated her fingers. Awkwardly, she wondered where to put it, to wipe it clean. And then another realisation came crashing home. He'd ordered her to keep her hands behind her back until instructed otherwise. Fuck. Fuck! Not knowing what else to do, Anna once again put her hands behind her back, careful not to let her slick fingers touch her. She adopted her best ashamed and subservient expression posture, not needing to fake it at all, in the unlikely hope that he'd forgive her indiscretion. Nigel leant close, and Anna felt his hot breath on her cheek as she kept her head turned aside and eyes glued to the floor to avoid his gaze. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, not after that. "Repeat my earlier instruction, slut," he said softly. Prick. Why did he have to be such a fucking asshole? Of course, the answer was obvious: because he liked to seize every single advantage that he could. That, and because he was a perverted bastard. "You said," Anna began, trying to recall the exact words. "You said that I wasn't allowed to move unless you gave me permission... sir." *** "Almost," Nigel chuckled. "I believe the exact term I used was 'not a hair'." He paused, sensing concern in the young woman. Oh yes, she was defiantly on edge. Perfect. "So tell me," he continued. "Did you follow that instruction? And if not, why? Why did you disobey me?" The athletic young woman's pretty eyes widened, horrified at being cornered into debasing herself further still. They both knew what she needed to say, and the both knew the intense level of shame that would accompany her admission. Nigel waited, resisting the urge to once again caress her silky skin, to slide his fingers along her sweet flower. Not yet. The moments ticked by, and Nigel watched as the busty young blonde struggled visibly with her dilemma: she needed to say enough to please him, but she would not want to humiliate herself any more than absolutely necessary. He grinned, finding her turmoil exhilarating. "I'm sorry sir," Anna finally began, and that at least sounded entirely genuine. "I disobeyed your order to not move a hair unless you gave me permission. I..." her voice wavered, her green eyes glistening with emotion. "I didn't think sir. I... I was so close to my... to my... or-orgasm... that I acted with out thinking. I'm truly sorry, sir... truly." By the time she'd finished, she was clearly hanging on to a semblance of composure by the skin of her teeth: her musical voice was cracking, her full lips quivered and there were definite tears welling in her eyes. "Not a bad apology, I'll let it pass," Nigel said, revelling in the panic that flashed across her pretty face. Actually, it had been better than he'd hoped; he hadn't expected her to admit to being on the verge of cumming. Yet, it wasn't perfect. Not yet. He continued. "Perhaps a more... pleasing... answer would elaborate as to why you needed to cum so badly. I mean, what kind of a person would do such a thing?" He paused, letting his words sink in. The inference was obvious: only a slut would be so desperate. Yet, he hadn't commanded her to call herself a slut this time. Sometimes, as earlier, you needed to dictate people's thoughts, while other times it was more powerful to let them reach the conclusions on their own. If he commanded her to call herself a slut, then it would be embarrassing, and would plant the seed of in her mind. But if she called herself a slut on her own accord - even if she told herself she was lying just to please him - that would shame her to the core of her soul. Eventually he would break her, and she would begin thinking of herself as one, but he knew that goal was while down the path yet. Now, time to add some more heat to things. "Anyway," he continued, "if you can't follow instructions to remain still, maybe I need to... enforce them." He stood slowly and turned to his desk, feeling her wary eyes on his back. Opening a draw, he pulled out an item that he'd placed there earlier in anticipation. As he turned back to his young neighbour, holding the item in front of him, he smiled wickedly. *** Ribbon? Anna stared at the black roll of ribbon in Nigel's hand in genuine confusion. It was about 3 centimetres wide, and looked to be made of a silky material. What? Was he going to tie her hair up in a ponytail, or decorate it with bows? Did he want to make her look even younger? Pervert. At nineteen, she was already thirty-something years younger than the sicko. Besides, black was totally the wrong colour for her hair tone: it was clearly far too heavy for her fair, golden complexion. Whatever, she thought. If he wants to dress me up like a doll then so be it. Weirdo. She almost felt like laughing at the idiotic fantasy she assumed Nigel wanted to play out. Then she saw the wicked smile on his face, and the realisation hit. Bondage. Oh shit. For what seemed like the hundredth time, panic seized her. She jerked, caught between her need for obedience and the irresistible instinct to bolt for the door. In the past day she'd been blackmailed, used, degraded and humiliated repeatedly. She was practically under her neighbour's complete control. And yet, the very thought of being physically restrained, of being so completely under his control that she couldn't move even if she wanted to... What little control of the situation she had would completely vanish. She would be utterly - utterly - under his tyranny. She needed to get the hell out of here. Now! Shit! She couldn't let him dominate her to this extent! And yet... and yet she didn't have much of a choice. She glanced to where the small pharmaceutical box sat tantalisingly close. It was so near, and yet completely out of her grasp. No. She had no choice at all. And so, resigned and quivering with terror, the beautiful young blonde obediently remained kneeling where she was as her older neighbour circled around behind her. Despite herself, Anna jumped when he touched her arms. She fought back tears of terror as he began binding them tightly behind her back. Her chest heaved, full breasts quivering as she gulped in air, as he painfully forced her elbows together. Slowly and methodically, Nigel bound her arms together, wrist to wrist, elbow to elbow. As she strained in vain against the bindings, the innocent teenager prayed that she could maintain enough control of herself to not do something utterly stupid out of sheer panic that would destroy her life forever. As the ribbon tied her arms together tightly, Anna felt Nigel's vice-like grip on her cementing further still. Being so much under his control... so powerless ... it terrified her. Yet, shockingly, something deep inside her seemed to quiver with hungry anticipation. You're fucking unbelievable! she thought to herself in disgust. *** Nigel admired his handiwork. Fuck she was hot. Kneeling, hands bound behind her back, completely under his control. The way he'd bound her arms forced her to push her chest forwards, making her lusciously full breasts appear even larger and riper than usual. She was completely helpless, completely at his mercy. It was intoxicating. Nigel took a deep breath to steady his racing heart, stepped back in front of his captive and once again knelt down. "So," Nigel continued smugly, laying a hand on her soft thigh once again. "I guess you really needed to cum didn't you?" The exquisite teenager hesitated a moment, clearly fighting conflicting emotions, but there was only one answer she could give. "Yes, sir" she whispered, her cheeks glowing. There was a small pause, but she continued reluctantly. "I really needed to cum." Nigel felt his excitement growing: she was starting to remember to follow his orders. Bit by bit, he would break her. "I mean," Nigel said, gliding his hand up her silky skin towards her delicious flower, sending a shiver through her lithe young body. "You must have been completely desperate to cum, masturbating like that, right in front of me..." "Y-yes sir," the teenager screwed her eyes shut in denial, voice unsteady and worried. Once again, Nigel slid a single finger along the length of her dripping lobes, and this time Anna Wade's lips parted in a silent gasp. "Remember," Nigel said softly, gliding his finger gently back in the opposite direction. "Full sentence answers." The busty young blonde shivered again, frowning in concentration as she clearly fought the inevitable. Nigel grinned despite himself as sheer exhilaration gripped him. "Yes sir," his victim continued shakily, as Nigel continued to slowly tease the opening of her thirsting cunt. "I... I was completely desperate to - ahhh- cum... I needed it so badly, sir that I - aahh - that I couldn't stop myself from m-masturbating." "And," Nigel said softly as he expertly guided his fingertip ever so slightly deeper between those delicious pussy lobes. "Do you still need to cum?" "I..." she began, breaking off in a small gasp as he flicked her clit with a second finger. "Yes I - ahh - still need to cum..." "Look at me," Nigel said. This time, the young blonde followed his instruction promptly. He gazed into her wide green eyes, drinking in the emotions that swirled within their emerald depths. Uncertainty, fear, pleading, horror, lust. She was completely torn - and he devoured the sight. "Beg for it," he whispered, continuing to finger her pussy entrance incredibly slowly, brushing her clit gently with each stroke. Once again, the stunning blonde's eyes widened in panic, but once again, she knew she was trapped. At this instant in time, he had complete control over her. And every moment that he extended his domination would make her struggle to claw back her freedom more and more difficult. He knew it. She knew it. *** Anna felt a spike of shame... and excitement. She desperately fought to hold onto some level of composure, to resist the electric sensations her neighbour was sending deep inside her with his deft touch. Her humiliation and terror at having her hands bound behind her back burned like a furnace inside her. And, inexplicably, that furnace seemed to magnify that horribly irresistible yearning that she fought to subdue. She couldn't bring herself to say what he demanded. The very thought of obeying sent her shame spiralling to further depths. And yet... and yet she had no choice. Once again her eyes flicked to the shelf above the desk. Whatever it takes, she thought, telling herself it was out of determination to escape this living hell. "Please, sir," she whispered. "Please make me cum..." To her horror - and delight - her neighbour responded by steadily fingering her sensitive pussy entrance faster and faster. Once again, Anna felt her body respond quickly, naturally. Her breathing grew heavier, her hips rocked in time with Nigel's expert manipulation. Her shame continued to burn, yet, it seemed to feed that intense desire that once again threatened to overwhelm her. She fought to restrain herself, to cling to some semblance of composure, but once again, her body responded on her own accord. "Ahhhh..." "Hhh-aaaahhhh..." "Hhaaaa-haaaaa..." Their eyes were locked and the intensity of his gaze combined with her continued humiliation at his hands drove her on, heightening her burning need. In what seemed like mere heartbeats, Anna felt herself reaching that glorious peak that was the ecstasy of her release. She couldn't give him that victory, not again. She desperately squirmed to escape, arms straining in vain against the bindings, which only served to drive home how completely she helpless she was. Helpless to escape. Helpless to stop her neighbour's intense attention. And once again, so utterly helpless to avoid the ultimate humiliation. Her utter helplessness only served to drive her desperate need higher still. She was so close... "Ahhhhh... yeaaaaahhhhh..." Nigel's hand froze in place, fingers utterly motionless yet still nestled between her slick lobes and pressing against her clit. Once again, Anna's desperate need for release seized control. She ground her hips down against his fingers hunting for her much needed orgasm. Yet, as she rocked her hips against him in her pursuit for the final stimulation she craved, Nigel let his hand be pushed away with each grinding push, negating her motions. She moaned wordlessly in despair. Her arms struggled against the bindings seeking desperately for the freedom to stimulate herself. She rocked and ground down on Nigel's teasing fingers. But it was all to no avail. The result was torturous: she inched closer and closer to that euphoric summit, yet it wouldn't be enough to tip her over the edge. It was too much for her. "Please," she whispered softly, but got no response from her captor. "Please sir," she continued, feeling what little remained of her composure crumbling under the combined pressure of her intense need and absolute helplessness. "Please, oh please! I'm so close - ahhhhhh!" Nigel suddenly gave her one delicious flick on her dripping clit, driving her mind blank momentarily, before he once again froze in place. "More, oh please more," she begged, feeling her eyes grow moist out of sheer desperation. She desperately ground her hips down, but again, it wasn't quiet enough. "Just... just a bit more, aaaaaah," once again, Nigel moved his fingers only a fraction, but in just the right spot. "Please, more... ohhh" she begged again, not really hearing herself, and her neighbour's fingers applied fractionally more pressure on her desperate cunt. "Ahhh... more..." Slowly, bit-by-bit, Nigel's fingers once again increased the rate at which they fingered her pussy and clit. "Please... ahhh... more... haaa..." "Ohhh... faster... ahh-ahhhh..." The desperate, conflicted nineteen-year-old blonde didn't consciously realise what was happening, but her body and inner need seemed to understand: the more she asked, the more she got. "Please... haaaa... faster... ohhh... faster!..." "Haaa... I -- I'm aaahh so close... ah-ah-ah..." Her moans of pleasure broke through her desperate panting. "Ahhhh... yea... just ahhh there ahhhh..." "Hhhha-ahhhh... I'm... ahhh-haaa..." "Going to... ahhhh... cum..." Somehow, the lust driven blonde knew that her tormentor was going to oblige with her pleas. This time, she was going to finally leap into her ecstatic orgasm. "Yes... ahh-ahH-ahHH... make... ahHH... me... aaahH... cum!" "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh-" ---- DING-DONG ---- *** Nigel froze, momentarily too stunned by the sudden piercing doorbell to do anything else. Now? Now? He'd made certain that he had no appointments this afternoon and had purposefully pushed the glazier back to tomorrow just so that he could focus on drawing the noose around the innocent blonde's neck. Surely it couldn't be anything important? Maybe he should just continue? If he didn't answer the door then whoever the hell it was would just assume no one was home and piss off - ---- DING-DONG ---- Shit. Whoever it was, he wasn't going to be able to continue fingering his busty young neighbour's delicious cunt right this minute. Fuck! Better get it fucking over with, he thought, frustrated. He stood briskly, and it was only then that he noticed the look on Anna Wade's face. He'd expected shock, he'd expected embarrassment, but desperation and disappointment? Bloody hell! Had he really been so fucking close to really breaking her? Damn whoever rang his doorbell! He paused, then cupped her chin in one hand and lifted her chin to look her in the eye as his other hang gently fondled one of her full, ripe breasts. "Don't worry my little slut," he said. "I'll be right back and give your cunt the attention it so desperately needs." Snatching up her discarded clothes he swiftly turned from the room, leaving his passion filled captive kneeling alone in his office. He wasn't concerned in the slightest with leaving her alone now. What could she do? Not a fucking thing, he answered himself smugly as he tossed her garments onto the couch. Naked with arms bound? Not to mention the state of utter lust that he'd left her in. Nope, that young woman wasn't going anywhere. In fact, she'd probably be looking forward to his return so he could give her that orgasm she so desperately craved. ---- DING-DONG ---- Impatient buggers. Couldn't they let a man enjoy some young cunt in peace and quite? Some fucking salesperson, he thought angrily as he stormed down the hallway. Or some religious doorknockers. He thought of the young woman he'd just been fingering against her will -- well, partially against her will anyway. Yep, defiantly religious doorknockers: trust them to interrupt that kind of activity. He'd give them the rough side of his tongue and tell them to fuck-off, then get back to his neighbour to finish her off. And then... then he'd fuck her tight juicy pussy so hard she wouldn't be able to walk home standing upright. He chuckled softly under his breath, already hearing her desperate mewling in his mind as he put his hand on the front doorknob. Nigel ripped open the door and opened his mouth to give whomever the fuck it was a good verbal hiding... and froze. He'd expected a clean-cut young man in a tailored suit and tie and a silver tongue. He'd expected a prudish middle-aged woman complete with a bible and a plain dark dress well past her knees, probably with stockings to boot despite the scorching weather. He'd expected an overweight man with grey temples, a firm handshake and a clipboard, full of sales pitches and a fancy business card. He had not in any way expected the blonde woman who was standing in front of him, wearing tight fitting fitness clothing that pushed up her perfectly full bosom and hugged her voluptuous womanly curves from head to toe. Normally Nigel was a deft and quick thinker, able to swiftly adapt to any situation. But right now, he simply stood there with his mouth hanging open for one heartbeat. And then another, and another. The woman spoke in an elegantly smooth and confident voice. "Sorry to disturb you Nigel, but I just dropped over to pick up my daughter for a gym class, I hope now is a good time?" Tiffany Wade said from Nigel's doorstep. *** Anna hadn't heard the doorbell ring the first time -- she was so completely lost in the exhilaration of her impending orgasm that everything other than her deepest need had disappeared from the world. The first thing she'd noticed was Nigel's fingers had stopped moving, and she had mewed pathetically despite herself. She'd been so friggin' close! To her shame, she'd ground her hips down, rubbing her hungry clit against his motionless digits. It had almost been enough. Almost . And then the bastard had just stood up and walked from the room, leaving her in a state of utter stupor. To her shame, she'd whimpered. She'd twisted and squirmed against her bonds, desperately trying in vain to reach her fingers over her ass to her clit. It wasn't until she heard the muffled sounds of Nigel talking at the front door that she her senses slowly started to return. The doorbell. Nigel talking. A woman's faint voice. Mum? she thought as her brain kicked into gear. Mum! "You came..." she whispered, tears suddenly forming in her round eyes as relief flooding through her. "Thank you mum... thank you..." She looked up at the package on the shelf above Nigel's desk. Maybe, just maybe, her batshit crazy plan would actually work after all... *** Nigel's mouth closed, then opened again, and then closed as for once he simply couldn't find the words he needed. Tiffany Wade. His neighbour, and the mother of a certain Anna Wade. Anna Wade, whose pussy he'd literally been fingering not thirty seconds ago. Whose mouth had been wrapped around his black cock not long before that. Who was currently naked in his office with her arms bound behind her back, and most certainly unable to get herself in a presentable state without his help. Whose juices still coated his fingers in a lubricating sheen. Whose delicious body was still covered in his cum. Fuck! "You look halfway between a goldfish and a storm-cloud," the blonde on his doorstep chuckled in amusement. Nigel snapped his mouth shut, heart pounding in his throat. "I take it you assumed I was a local kid wanting to play a prank on you?" Tiffany continued. "Yea... yea something like that," Nigel managed to get out, fighting to seize control over his utter shock. "Anyway, is Anna around?" Mrs Wade continued. "She asked me, well, begged really, to come to a gym class with her today. She said she'd meet me at the car at six-thirty after finishing up here... but I assume time got away from her while she was repairing the damage to your yard." "Oh," Nigel said, feeling his insides writhe with a gripping sense of dread: if Anna's mother began probing or asked to find her daughter, how could he possibly avoid discovery? Her daughter was fucking tied up and naked only a few rooms away! "Yes, yes she did come over," he continued, barely controlling his voice as he hunted for a way out of this pit. "Last I checked she was out the front here cleaning up. Perhaps... perhaps she went home to get ready?" But to his dismay, Tiffany Wade shook her head, long blonde hair fanning behind her. "Hm I don't think so," she said, frowning slightly. "She made it clear she would be working hard to amend the damage her party caused, and I did already check her room, just in case..." Begged her mum to pick her up at a set time? Made it clear that she'd be next door working? Suddenly things seemed to click into place in his mind. That little bitch ! She'd fucking planned this! "Oh, well then," he forced out, heart pounding with a boiling rage and a stone cold horror that his whole exploitation was about to be discovered. Time for one last gambit to save himself from discovery. He carefully formed his voice into that balanced and firm tone he used to encourage employees to do as they were instructed without argument, but without coming across as controlling or demanding. "I'll check out the back. Maybe you should check with the Robinson's or back at your place, in case she went there without mentioning it to me? She probably needed to use the restroom or something before going anyway." For a moment, Nigel held his breath "I doubt she went to the Robinson's; she said she'd finished there yesterday," Tiffany said, and Nigel felt his stomach turn to ice. Fuck here we go, he thought as the situation played out in his mind at lightning speed. Tiffany's daughter had arranged a specific time to meet her mum, and Tiffany knew full well her daughter wasn't at her home or the other neighbour's... There was only one place her daughter could be: at Nigel's. Would she get suspicious and demand to see her daughter? Or would she simply call out? Fuck -- his naked young captive wasn't even gagged! When she heard her mother's voice, Anna would surely cry out for help -- safe in the knowledge that Nigel would instantly get framed as a... fuck... as a predator. How was he going to react at discovery? Run? Accept his fate? Try to talk his way out of it by attempting to blame Anna for instigating things? Fight or intimidate them? They were just two women, one of which was tied up after all. Or... another idea started to form in his mind, but it was cut short as his neighbour continued speaking. "But you're right," Tiffany continued. "She may have snuck home to have a shower and get changed. I'll check again, but if you do see her out the back, tell her to hurry up as we're running late." For a heartbeat Nigel didn't comprehend what she had just said, then relief flooded through him and he took a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Yes, of course," he said. "If she's still here I'll send her straight over." "Thanks Nigel," Tiffany replied as she turning to leave, before adding. "Oh, and I'm terribly sorry about this whole fiasco. It really is so unlike our Anna throw a party like that." "Ahem, yes well, see that she doesn't do it again," Nigel said. For a second that was all he was going to say, content to take this opportunity to escape discovery, but the opening was simply too good to miss. "I hope you're not being too easy on her," he added sternly. "I really don't want to see a repeat." A frown crossed Tiffany's pretty face, her full lips drawing thin. "Don't worry about that, we aren't going easy on her in the slightest, Nigel," Anna's mum replied. "And I'll make sure she returns your gardens to the exact state that they were in before -- if not better." Nigel suppressed a smile, suddenly feeling in control of the situation. The segway was perfect. "Hmpf," he said, with only partially feigned annoyance. "The damage to the gardens is one thing. But my entire outdoor armchair set got completely ruined. Not to mention the three windows that got shattered. I've got the glazier coming first thing tomorrow, but that alone is going to cost thousands. The armchair set cost me almost four-grand new!" The blonde in front of him shook her head in disgust. "I didn't realise the full extent of it Nigel," she said. "We'll cover the full cost of everything, you have my word." Perfect, he thought. "Huh," he said, pretending to be the grumpy older man his neighbour probably thought that he was. "Not much of a lesson if mum and dad bail her out now is it?" Tiffany's eyes widened slightly, probably in shock at the edge of rudeness in his voice. Perhaps he'd gone too far, but with a bit of luck, it would all but deliver this woman's daughter to him on a silver platter. Then she sighed, and Nigel knew he'd won. "Yes you're right," Anna's mother said. "It won't help her in the long run if Aaron and I just bail her out every time. She doesn't have any savings of her own, but she'll just have to earn some on her own." Nigel let a thoughtful expression grown on his face in the momentary silence. Then, he delivered his guiding prompt. "Well... she had done a good job here so far," he said. "A bit slow maybe, but decent enough. Perhaps... perhaps she could keep coming back to do my gardens? I need someone to prune back some of the bushes, and the flowerbeds really could use some mulch." And, just as he'd hoped, Tiffany Wade nodded thoughtfully. *** Anna winced as the corner of Nigel's keyboard dug into her bare ass, her heart pounding in her ears. She squirmed again, trying to shuffle back a bit further, but her bound hands and back were pushing against his computer screen. Still, she was purchased on the edge of the desk just enough to be able to lift her feet off the ground and swivel them onto the desk. She glanced up: the small pillbox was perched on the shelf directly above her head. It would have been so much easier if her hands hadn't been tied painfully behind her back. But, the fact was, they were. And she had absolutely no time to complain about that. This was her one shot. Her only shot. So, she didn't whinge. She didn't stop, or overthink things. She just acted. That box was up there. And she needed to get it. Any minute -- any second -- her neighbour could come barging back through that door. And if she didn't have that pill in her mouth by that point, then she was basically fucked. Totally fucked. He'd punish her, humiliate her, spank her and make her suck that throbbing trunk that was his black cock. And then, he'd fuck her. Hard, deep, fast. And, with that engorged pole hammering her pussy, she'd be utterly powerless to stop that incredibly powerful orgasm wracking her body again. Totally. Utterly. Powerless. She moaned as she found a smooth, curved surface to push her hungry pussy against. Then, horrified, she looked down at herself. His mouse? she thought, in shocked self-disgust. You're trying to grind against his fucking mouse? Now?! What the actual fuck Anna! If she could have strangled her throat in her own hands, she would have. Luckily they were still firmly bound behind her. Grimacing at her own deprivation, Anna forced her mind back onto the task at hand. She glanced up again. She'd need to stand up. Slowly, carefully, she twisted herself around in an attempt to get her knees underneath her -- and almost fell right off the desk. Shit. She tried twisting the other way -- and again almost toppled down onto the floor. Which would be a fucking disaster. Firstly, it would probably hurt like hell. Secondly, it might alert her tormentor that she was up to something, which would just ruin everything. Bloody hell. He was probably about come back any second! Shit! She felt her desperate urgency growing by the heartbeat. And her heart was already beating faster than a friggin' race car. Shit shit shit! This would be so fucking easy if my hands weren't tied! Fuck! She'd never been tied like this: never experienced how incredibly awkward and unwieldy her body became when she couldn't use her arms. That combined with her desperate need to get that pill and the terror of failure made her act desperately and without thinking. If she could only get her knees underneath her, then she could stand the fuck up and reach that bloody box! She lay back on the desk at full stretch, trying to roll over. But, tied up and trapped on the narrow gap between the computer and the edge, she lost her balance and slipped right off her precarious position. Pain lanced through her knee as it struck the hard ground first, but she was saved from going face first into the floorboards by Nigel's chair, which somehow caught her upper body. Stunned and winded, she could feel tears begin to roll down her cheeks as the magnitude of her failure came crashing home. He was going to come back and take her. Fuck her. Make her cum. And there was nothing, nothing , that she could do. If she did anything but wait here for her tormentor to return, then she'd fail to get the pill. She was out of options. She couldn't call for help: the humiliation of being found naked and covered in her neighbour's seed would simply destroy her. And she couldn't make a run for it, not without the pill. Nor could she run naked for that matter. Driven beyond all reason, she pressed her face into the cushioning of the chair and screamed at the top of her lungs, letting out all her built up emotion into the wordless shriek. Luckily the chair reduced it to only a muffled whine. One moment passed, then two, and the naked teenager looked up, staring at the chair that she'd half fallen on. A chair. Huh. Suddenly her tears stopped flowing, her desire to scream vanished and without thinking she stood up and used her knees to push the chair closer to the desk. Acting mechanically almost like a robot, she took one step up onto the chair, and then a second onto the desk. Oh. Well, that was friggin' easy. Should've done that the first time. Idiot. For a moment she stared at the little box on its shelf that was now well within reach at about waist height. Then, she smiled for what was probably the first time since her disastrous party, and turned around. Behind her, Anna's bound hands grasped the little parcel. The pill. Her salvation. And, right now, her mum would be telling her asshole neighbour that she needed to come back home. She'd have the pill, and he'd have no choice but to send her home immediately, lest her family get suspicious. Or, more to the point: lest his sickly perverted actions be discovered. With his greatest leverage over her null and void, she'd be able to figure out a way to avoid his blackmail about the videos. Hell, those videos of that random drug dealer weren't that incriminating for her. Embarrassing? Hell yea. But incriminating? Fuck how had she even fallen for that in the first place? Clearly all those clips showed was that she was the victim: that she was being taken advantage of and abused. Anna hopped onto the floor lightly, hands clenching the small box, and despite everything, she giggled. The pill was hers! She was going home. She'd be free of Nigel. Her hare-brained plan had actually worked and she'd beaten him! Suck shit, dickhead, she thought as she hurriedly ripped open the box behind her back. *** As he entertained a brief conversation about the finer details of the arrangement for Anna to repay the monetary cost of her party's damages, Nigel fought to contain his self-satisfaction: even he was impressed at how he'd manipulated a potentially disastrous situation into such a profitable one. Then the two neighbour's parted ways, each purportedly to check for the missing teenager. Closing his front door, Nigel glanced over his shoulder and paused in appreciation as Tiffany walked the other way. Damn, Mrs Wade had always been exceptionally easy on the eyes, but now, after having had his way with her daughter, Nigel really let himself drink her in. Fuck, she was a piece of work, and in many ways much like her daughter. Similar height, exquisite curves, wavy blonde hair... It wasn't the first time he'd secretly admired Aaron Wade's forty-year-old wife -- not at all -- but, having blown his load over her daughter barely minutes before, this time his stare was bolder. Hungrier. Fuck me, he thought, admiring the way her tight-fitting yoga pants hugged that perfect bubble butt, which swayed seductively as she walked back to her house. She's got every bit as good a kit as her daughter. Except... except she probably actually knows how to use it... He allowed himself to drink in the sight for a moment longer, then he forced himself to close the door. Fuck, Aaron was a lucky bastard. He probably buried his cock deep inside his exquisite wife's cunt each and every night. He stood there for a moment, hand still on the doorhandle, letting his imagination run wild. Then, his focus shifted to the woman's daughter, who would still be waiting for him in his office, still naked and covered in his cum. She at least was his. Then a frown darkened his face. He'd clearly misjudged her and bloody hell, it had nearly cost him everything. Like, everything. Fuck. She'd bloody planned this: planned for her mum to show up at a set time, to no doubt end his exploitation of her for the day. It would have been so easy for her to put an end to all this: one scream for help and he'd be in deep shit. And yet, she hadn't cried out. Why? Fucking why? She'd clearly wanted to escape him. And yet she hadn't screamed out for help when she knew there was someone there who would undoubtedly take her side. She clearly wanted to avoid submitting to him fully... and yet the way she'd first entered his office and eagerly serviced his black cock... it just didn't make sense. What are you playing at, my reluctant little minx, he thought. What's your angle? For a moment he stood there, trying to figure out what she'd been planning. And she was planning something. He felt as though the answer was right there in front of him, but it just wouldn't bloody click. Then, all to aware that time was most certainly against him, he forced the puzzle from his mind and marched back to his office, hurriedly planning his next steps to ensure his continued dominance over the young woman. *** "Fuck!" Anna hissed to herself as she scrambled forwards on her knees, eyes darting frantically. "Fuck!" Utter disaster had struck mere moments before. She'd ripped open the small box, slipped out the blister pack, and then, in her haste to secure freedom, she'd fumbled the single pill as she'd popped it free. And as she'd been doing the whole thing with her hands bound tightly behind her back she hadn't seen where her tiny bullet of salvation had fallen. Surely it hadn't gone far, yet it was nowhere to be seen. Shit. The goddam thing must've bounced on its edge awkwardly before she'd spun around in a sudden panic. Her mind had raced and time seemed to stop as she'd frenetically scoured the floor in those first moments. Not in the middle of the floor. Not under the chair -- she'd kicked that aside so hard it now lay on its side on the other end of the room. Not by the bookshelf, or the filing cabinet, or in that other corner. Not by the door. Not anywhere in the open. And there was no mess or junk on the floor where it could possibly hide in. Except... except for under the desk where the usual tangle of charging cables lay. Fucking typical. Which was why she was now on her knees, crouching over awkwardly, desperately hunting amongst the cables for the little tablet. Hell, she didn't even know what colour the dam thing was. And all the while she had to be careful not to topple over and crash face-first onto the ground. Where the fuck was it? Tears of panic once again began rolling down her cheeks as she could feel her victory slipping through her grasp like water. Why oh fucking why did it have to bounce in the one spot there was actual mess? Seriously! Surely she was due for some good luck for once! Then, as she felt herself bordering on hysteria, she froze. There! Somehow, the ruddy thing had bounced its way right up the back, laying behind all the cables and resting in the tight corner between the desk, floor and wall. Her frantic need for action somehow made her move without awkwardness. In a split heartbeat she'd flung herself forwards and magically spun herself around, not even noticing the cables and plugs that dug into her bare ass as her restricted hands shot into the corner and snatched the pill. Once again her emotions were completely flipped on their head as her near hysteria instantly changed to wild relief. She had it. Again. Don't fuck it up this time Anna, she warned herself. All she had to do was get it into her mouth: but she couldn't do that here, cooped up under the desk, hands bound. How? The desk. If she placed the pill on the desk, she could spin around and pick it up with her mouth. And then she'd win. She scuttled out and jumped up as soon as she was clear. -- CRACK -- Pain exploded through her head and white flecks danced across her vision as her head collided with something hard. Ok, maybe not fully clear of the desk after all. But, such was her frantic need that she didn't stop, didn't slow. One stumbling step forward and the pain was already forced to a distant part of her mind. Quickly and somewhat dizzily she backed up ready to place the pill on the desk. *** As Nigel reached for the door-handle of his office he heard a loud thud from inside and instantly knew something was wrong. With sudden surge of alarm he hurled himself at the door, almost blowing it off its hinges as he burst into the room. The scene was far from what he'd expected moments earlier. His office chair lay on its side against the bookshelf, his computer and keyboard was shoved backwards on the desk, the mouse was hanging off the desk by its cord, and a small box lay on the floor, ripped in half. And, in front of the desk, completely butt naked with her hands still tied behind her back, Anna Wade stood, half stooped over his desk, looking over her shoulder at him with utter horror and panic plastered clear as day on her pretty features. For a moment they both stared each other directly in the eyes, both too stunned to move. Then they both suddenly moved at the exact same instant, each with feverish desperation. Anna spun back to the desk and plunged her face forwards, mouth gaping open. Nigel hadn't seen what was on the desk, but he knew. Sure as hell, he knew. And so, he lunged forwards with a burst of speed that he hadn't displayed since his younger years playing mid-grade Aussie rules footy. *** Anna's lips had barely closed on her ticket to freedom when Nigel crashed into her with incredible force. His main point of impact was low and around her waist and with his considerable weight advantage she stood no chance against the tackle. The world became a spinning blur, dull pain exploded in her right hip at the tackle, and a moment later the air was driven completely from her lungs as something rock solid and flat smashed into her opposite side. Her head was roughly ripped back by her long silken hair, and the next instant a large hand and strong fingers were smothering her mouth. She desperately tried to twist her head out of her assailants grasp, but he had her in a vice-like grip. Frantically, she tried to scream, but her winded lungs were completely empty. Eyes bulging, she instead tried to suck in air, but the large hand filled her mouth. Everything seemed to drain away from her disoriented mind except for one chilling thought: He's going to kill me! Panic and survival instinct kicked in and she began kicking and screaming for all she was worth. Well, she tried to anyway. Her attempted cries for help were utter failures because, well, lack of oxygen and all that. And, despite how she kicked and struggled, there was no escaping her neighbour. Hands tied, out of air, and at a 50-odd kilo weight disadvantage, the nineteen-year-old stood no chance. As her vision began to darken and her panic surged in knowledge of her imminent fate, Nigel's oppressive weight shifted suddenly and his hand withdrew from her mouth. Desperately she sucked in precious life-giving oxygen in large, gasping breaths. Moments passed and slowly the world returned to her, bringing with it painful awareness of her body. She was lying on her back, a dull ache on her left side from hitting the floor and a sharper pain on her right hip from Nigel's initial impact. Her shoulder and wrist joints screamed with her arms caught underneath her at painful angles. Her jaw ached as a result of her neighbour's rough hands. And lastly, there was the confining pressure on her stomach caused by the large man sitting on her hips, pinning her uselessly underneath his bulk. He was panting and rubbing the side of his chest gingerly with one hand. Hah! Anna felt a spike of satisfaction knowing that even though he'd comprehensively beaten her, she'd still somehow managed to score a decent hit against the bastard. Sure, she was naked, tied up, pinned to the ground and had almost been suffocated, but heck, she'd given him something to think about. Then another realisation hit: in that instant before he'd collided with her, she'd snatched up the pill with her mouth! Hurriedly she swirled her tongue around her mouth: not there. It had been there! She must've swallowed it unknowingly in those frantic moments when she'd fought for air. Shit! She'd won! She had the pill and her mum had arrived to call her home: the prick had no choice but to return her and had now lost his greatest leverage over her! And those videos, she could figure something out, now that she had time and space to think. She'd beaten him! She was about to burst out in tearful laughter at her success, when Nigel spoke. "Almost," he said almost to himself while looking at something in his hand. "Fuck... I should've known..." Then he smiled and his cold eyes locked with hers, and Anna felt her jubilation slide right out of her like a spent and undersized cock. He held his hand out in front of her nose, showing her the small white bullet pinched between his fingers. The pill. Ah shit. Fuck! And instead of laughter, she burst into tears. *** A couple of hours later, Anna sat silently in her mum's car as they drove back home after finishing spin class at the gym. Normally following the intense bike workout she felt tired, exhausted even, in that satisfying post-workout way that told her that she'd pushed herself physically. Not today though. Her heart and mind hadn't been in the workout and so she'd floated through with minimal effort. Her thoughts had been elsewhere, caught up in anxiety about what tonight would bring. As she'd left Nigel's house earlier he'd given her one last set of instructions. At midnight, she was to return to the asshole's house, and she had no illusions about what he would make her do. She'd be sucking his engorged black cock in only a few hours for sure, but that would hardly mark the beginning. What did Nigel have planned for her tonight? Would he fill her mouth with his horribly sticky cum again after she'd sucked him off? Probably not: he'd want to put his thick rod elsewhere, and she highly doubted the old dickhead could get himself up three times in one day. Could he? Fuck. She hoped not. No, while she was certain that she would be slurping up his throbbing shaft in a few short hours time, she knew he had another goal in his perverted mind. Her pussy. Her tight, young, waiting and soaking wet pussy... He was so fucking big though: surely he couldn't fit that thing in her! But she knew he would: his engorged black cock had stretched her to her limits yesterday, but it had fit. And, what's more, it had brought her to an unbelievably powerful orgasm like nothing she'd ever dreamed of... She bit her lip and forced herself to breath through her nose. Deep breaths, she told herself, struggling to keep her anxiety in check. Calm down girl. The pill. All she needed to do was get the pill, and then she could escape her perverted neighbour's clutches. It was that easy; just get that bloody pill. Fuck! Her batshit crazy plan had worked earlier: she'd delayed and kept him occupied, and when her mum had come to unknowingly rescue her, she'd found an opportunity. She'd had it in her hands, in her bloody mouth , and she'd lost it! Idiot! Stupid fucking idiot! Every disgusting and humiliating thing that she'd done to make her nutjob scheme succeed had been for naught. She'd failed. And now she would need to do it all again, and more. She would need to satisfy that sick old bastard's black cock once more. With her pussy. She was screwed. Crap crap crap. *** Tiffany was only half concentrating on the road as she drove home. Less than half. Her mind was preoccupied with concern for her youngest daughter. She just didn't seem herself. Anna had been uncharacteristically withdrawn on the drive to the gym, and during the class she'd clearly had her mind elsewhere. Now, on the way home, the teenager was completely silent and staring blankly out the window. The change had happened after that ill-fated party of hers. Silly girl, Tiffany thought. She knows better than to throw a stunt like that. Except, well, except she had thrown that stunt. Tiffany had a pretty good idea why: it had been a poorly thought out way at getting back at her parents over choosing the wrong car. Teenagers... they had big emotions and so often acted without engaging their brains. While Tiffany was disappointed in Anna's actions, she could relate to the emotions that had led her there, and the party itself wasn't what really concerned her now. Something had happened at that party, Tiffany was certain of it. Something bad. But what? She'd realised something was amiss the moment her dishevelled daughter had appeared downstairs the next morning. If that boyfriend of hers has taken advantage of my girl... Tiffany felt anger rising within her. She'd have his head if he'd forced himself on her precious daughter in any way. Tiffany took a deep breath, controlling her anger. She would deal with anyone who mistreated her Anna in due course - and boy would they regret it - but right now, she needed to find a way to connect with the despondent young lady. "You stopped wanting to come to the gym or do yoga with me the day you turned eighteen," Tiffany observed lightly, not really knowing where to begin. Not entirely true: it had happened when Anna's older sister Melissa had moved interstate for university a year ago - which just happened to closely line up with Anna's eighteenth. Before that, the three girls had done almost everything together; gym, yoga, shopping, salons, weekend lunches, the lot: now it was only the occasional outing. "Then, out of the blue you decide to ask me to come to one of your weekly classes with you. I'm flattered." She shot her daughter a warm smile. "Yea, so?" Anna replied. "I... ahh... well, I am grounded, so I couldn't exactly go on my own could I?" True enough, but Tiffany's instincts told her that wasn't the real reason. Had it been a cry for help? Or did their home now remind Anna of some traumatic experience? "Look honey," Tiffany continued. "That party... I understand. I do. I know your came down pretty hard, but with the neighbours getting the police involved he felt he had no choice. But really, the only thing dad and I really care about is that you are safe." Not that she'd let her daughter out of the punishment - there were still consequences. Besides, perhaps between her university studies and working to pay off her debt to Nigel Barrassi she would be too busy to spend much time with that boyfriend. He'd have a much harder time coercing or manipulating her daughter if Anna didn't see him as often. A pause, then Anna turned her head away and muttered "I'm fine." It was all Tiffany needed to convince her that her daughter was not fine and that something had happened. Her stomach flipped in that terrible dread and worry that only a parent could know. When I get my hands on... cold fury boiled within her. No. There was no point in lashing into Anna's boyfriend - yet. There was the chance that he wasn't the one at fault - though if that were the case then why hadn't he protected his girlfriend? What had he been doing instead? Chasing after some other chick? She would get to the bottom of this, if it took days, weeks or even months, and then she would deal with whoever needed dealing with. "Anna, honey," Tiffany continued in a soft, warm voice. "The party... it's not important in the scheme of things. Look, everyone does something they regret from time to time... and you are hardly the first teenager to throw a party without asking their parents." Anna shrugged nonchalantly. Tiffany continued. "Sometimes those regrets are justified, but often they're just not that important in the big picture. Throwing a party is one of those." She paused, glancing over. Anna gave a noncommittal grunt, but otherwise didn't move. Yes, the party was definitely not the root cause of her daughter's withdrawal. She tried selecting her next words carefully. "And sometimes, we regret things... things we did, or things that were done to us, that... well maybe we shouldn't be the one feeling regretful or at fault. Maybe... maybe someone else, maybe someone we trusted, did something... and maybe they should be the one regretting their actions." The pause that followed hung in the air, and she was all but certain that Anna was weighing up whether to open up. Tiffany held her breath, waiting, hoping for a way that she could help her precious daughter. Finally, Tiffany couldn't bear the silence any longer. "Is there anything you want to talk about honey?" But her beautiful daughter, so much a younger version of herself, maintained her defensive walls. "I'm fine, Mum," was the short, dismissive reply. And with that, Tiffany knew. Knew that her daughter was a victim, that someone out there - some man - had taken advantage of a vulnerable young nineteen-year-old girl. And when she found out who they were and what they'd done there would be hell to pay. *** Meanwhile, Nigel sat at his kitchen table, staring absently his dinner plate. It was half empty, but such was his distraction that he couldn't remember actually eating anything. Usually he quite enjoyed a medium-rare eye-fillet steak with a glass of fine red, but today it tasted bland in comparison to the dessert he was anticipating later this evening. Anna Wade... oh yes, he would certainly savour that succulent dish when it was served, that was for sure. Still, his own enjoyment tonight was only part of what he needed to achieve tonight, and in a way, it was of diminished importance. Tonight was make or break. She'd proven that she was going to try outwitting him to escape his clutches, and hell, she'd nearly succeeded. He still felt cold horror rising within him when he recollected the moment he'd burst through the office door. Shit, the little teenage blonde had almost outplayed him, so he needed to be extra careful. But, the knowledge that she had tried to beat him and would try again, the added risk which that brought, it seemed to excite him that much more. He knew that a part of her wanted - needed even - him to use her and that made the chase so much more enthralling. Yes, he knew she'd try to outmanoeuvre him again. He also knew full well that the pill would only work for so long, and he was sure his initial blackmail videos would no longer be enough. The fact that she'd tried what she had showed that she had thought things through and realised those particular videos weren't quite as dangerous her as she'd first thought. That was his goal for tonight: ensure that he could cement his hold over her for some time yet. He'd taken some other secret video clips, and they would be helpful as supporting arguments, but he needed something else. Tonight's main goal was to create his punch line argument: the iron-strong and equally convincing way to draw the noose tightly around his exquisite target so that he could continue to enjoy her succulent body. Nigel had a high-level idea of how to set his quarry's cage, but he hadn't had the opportunity to properly plan the finer details in the time that he'd had her pinned to the ground. He had time now though: there were still hours left until midnight. He needed leverage. Solid leverage that would completely and utterly ensure her continued compliance. But how best to do that? He nodded to himself as his idea matured in his mind and he followed the thought process through. As he absently tapped the end of his fork against his lips, his dinner grew cold and forgotten. Hmmm... *** Anna poked her head out of her front door and glanced up and down the street. It looked deserted, but it was hard to tell in the darkness of the night: there was no moon and the streetlights were few and far between. She studied the night's shadows anxiously for a few minutes, before opening the door wider and slipping out. She was wearing gym clothes similar to what she'd worn earlier, but in the darkest colours she owned. Not her first choice - she didn't want her perverted neighbour to think that she was trying to flaunt her figure or anything like that. Not in the slightest. But she'd wanted clothes that would hide her in the night, just on the off chance someone was looking out of window, and she simply didn't have that many outfits that would fit that bill. Still, perhaps tights and a sports top were better than rocking up in her pink pyjamas or mini-shorts or something. She crept silently from the safety of her parent's home, crouching low and trying to remain camouflaged in the shadows. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Shit. What would someone think if they saw her sneaking into her neighbour's house in the dead of night? As she neared the edge of her parents' property her anxiety seemed to peak and she abandoned her careful approach and dashed the remaining distance to her neighbour's front door, breasts bouncing slightly on her chest despite the tight sports bra. Heart racing, she glanced around wildly, but the night seemed completely void of life. Phew. Turning back to the door, Anna felt the butterflies come to life again. Whether they represented fear or excitement, she couldn't tell. *** ---- Knock knock ---- Nigel smiled to himself. Finally. However, despite his throbbing desire to get things moving, he decided to wait. Let her stew, he thought. He'd watched her approach his house from a window, and it was clear as day that she was terrified of being seen. Why not have some fun? The more wound up she was... A minute or so ticked by before the knock came again, slightly louder. ---- Knock knock knock ---- Still he waited, grinning as he imagined the young blonde's anxiety building and building. The third round of knocks carried much more urgency. ---- Knock knock KNOCK! ---- Schooling his face blank Nigel yanked the door open, and almost laughed as his teenager neighbour jumped back in surprise. Despite the darkness, his eyes quickly drank in the sight before him. He hadn't expected her to rock up in her tight fitting, figure flaunting gym clothes, but he certainly appreciated her attempt to impress him. And impress him she did. The way her narrow waist curved out to her round hips.. the curves of those toned legs... the way her full breasts where pushed together and upwards in that sports bra creating that delicious cleavage... Fuck me, he thought, she really is exquisite. Anna seemed to recover from her initial shock quickly and instantly moved forwards, clearly trying to escape the possibility of unwanted eyes witnessing her midnight venture, but Nigel had other plans. He held out a hand and placed it firmly on her chest, just above her ample bosom, stopping her as she was about to cross the doorway. "Not so fast my eager young slut," he whispered, and the teenager froze. "From now on, whenever you enter my house you are only allowed to wear three pieces of clothing. That goes for both inside the house and the back yard." He paused, then added; "And when I say whenever, I mean whenever - no exceptions, ever." He grinned as the young woman's eyes grew wide with comprehension. "Really? Now?" she whispered fearfully. She clearly understood the implications. She wore a bra and almost certainly panties, and it was too late to take either of those off now. This meant that either her tights or singlet would need to be stripped off, along with her shoes, while she stood outside on her neighbour's front doorstep. But which would she choose? "Yes really," Nigel replied firmly. There was a brief pause as her eyes looked up at him pleadingly, but Nigel didn't budge. "Fuck me," the nineteen-year-old breathed in frustration as she sprang into action, leaning down to rip off her shoes. "I most certainly will," Nigel replied, chuckling as she froze for a second. It was too dark to see, but Nigel knew her face was probably the colour of a beetroot. Next, off came the socks and then, in the blink of an eye, Anna Wade whipped off her loose singlet and added it to the pile of clothes on the doormat. For a moment Nigel admired her flat toned stomach, before he stepped aside and let the anxious young woman rush inside his domain for the second time that day. As she moved passed him, the blonde gave a small squeak as Nigel gave her round butt a firm slap. Grinning, Nigel closed and locked his front door. *** As Anna entered her neighbour's kitchen, she felt her heart beating anxiously in her chest. Nigel had just confirmed her worst fear: he was going to fuck her again with that enormous black cock of his. But strangely, her dread didn't stem from fear of being used, nor was it horror at being fucked against her will. No, it stemmed from the knowledge that, with that throbbing pole hammering into her needy vagina, she stood next to no chance of resisting orgasming for her horrible neighbour... again. What made things even worse, however, was the horrifying realisation that she - or a part of her - was actually looking forward to this. You really are utterly hopeless Anna, she scolded herself, anger flaring. It was only a small part that was looking forward to the inevitable events ahead. A very small part. Wasn't it? Despite that, or perhaps because of it, she clung even harder to a single thought: if she could get through tonight, if she could get that bloody pill, then she would be free. She would not let him use those videos of her party to blackmail her again. She would NOT. Anna sensed her neighbour moving in behind her. He once again rested his hand on her ass and gave the firm bubble a tight squeeze as she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. Yuck. Anna screwed her eyes shut in disgust. A second hand found its way to her slim waist, then began gliding up her stomach, sending shivers down her spine. As his fingers dug underneath her bra, she snapped. "Just get this over with you sick bastard!" she hissed, shoving his hands away roughly as she spun around to glare at him face to face. Had she just said that out loud? Probably not the best thing to say if she wanted things to go remotely her way tonight. Oops. But instead of rage, Nigel reacted with smooth, patronising smugness. "We do need to work on your attitude," he said. "But I am glad you're keen to get started." He leaned casually against the back of the couch, watching her with the predatory gaze of a cat toying lazily with a mouse. It was the same couch that yesterday, Anna herself had been forced to bend over in her still wet bikini, so that he could spank her ass as punishment. Was he going to spank her again? Well, with how she'd spoken to him, and how she'd tried to resist him earlier in the day, she probably deserved it. Deserved? Fuck Anna, get a grip of yourself! You don't deserve anything that's going on here! She was the bloody victim here, not the other way around! "You can hand me your tights too," Nigel continued. "And then adopt your kneeling position." Suppressing the urge to further antagonise him by rolling her eyes or complaining, Anna silently wiggled her tights over her round ass and slipped them off her legs. No point complaining about this, it was destined to happen the moment she'd entered his house. Handing them to him, she then moved back to where she'd been standing and knelt down, obediently adopting the pose as instructed. Hands clasped behind her back, chest forward, knees about a foot apart. She felt less exposed than earlier, thanks to still wearing her panties and bra this time. It truly was amazing how much more secure she felt with that pitiful amount of visual protection. "I take it your mum told you about the arrangement for you to meet your debt?" Nigel asked. Anna nodded. "Very good, very good." She was to repay Nigel by cleaning his house and yard twice a week until her debt was repaid. Three hours on a Saturday, two on a Wednesday evening. At standard cleaners' pay and with the cost of damage in the thousands of dollars thanks to multiple window replacements and the outdoor lounge set, this arrangement would see her coming to her neighbour's house for months - until bloody mid-July to be precise! How could her mum do this to her?! She felt betrayed by the one person she should've been able to rely upon. Of course, Tiffany Wade didn't know how the perverted asshole had exploited her daughter. "Now, before we carry on, we really need to understand each other," her neighbour continued, sighing. "One moment I think you want nothing more than to climb into bed with me, and the next I'm not quite so sure. I'm really getting these mixed signals from you young lady." Mixed signals? Mixed signals? The fuck? How could she be any clearer that she wanted nothing - nothing - to do with him! Except... except she confused herself. She wanted nothing to do with Nigel, and yet her body seemed to have other ideas. "So, we're going to do an experiment to find out," Nigel said. "Here's the deal. I'm going to go upstairs to my bedroom and lie down, and you... you can stay here for a minute and think about your two options." Options? She felt a small spark of hope. Surely not... "Option one, you can follow me upstairs, and well, you can guess what happens then... Or option two..." he paused, as though considering whether to continue. "Option two, you can leave. Get dressed, turn around and go home, and we're done." Anna's head jerked back in surprise. Really? Really? ... "Of course, if you do decide to leave now then you won't get this..." he held up the small white morning-after pill. Ahh... of course there was a catch... the asshole. "If you do come upstairs, then we're going to run a little test," he paused, looking at her, waiting. "Test?" Anna whispered after a few moments, unable to bear the silence. "Yes, a simple test, to clear things up for me, to see whether you actually enjoy my attention, or not," Nigel smiled. "When you come upstairs you're going to climb on top of me and ride my black cock - " Anna blushed red at the directness... and at the imagery: ahh hell... " - and, you'll keep going until you make me cum. Once that happens, you'll get the pill, no matter what. No tricks." Her hope surged at the direct promise. Was it going to be that easy? Making him cum was hardly a surprising outcome. How was this a test? Where was he going? Nigel chuckled, evidently sensing her confusion. "The test part is this: if you don't cum yourself, then that's it. We're done, you're free. You get the pill, and I will never, I repeat, never attempt to engage in any sexual interaction with you again. If however..." he smiled "If you cum once yourself... well, it means you do enjoy this... and so whenever you come her you will do whatever I wish, until you have paid off half the debt. Whatever I wish." Ahh... the bastard! He was trying to ensure he could continue to exploit her for months on end! She was about to open her mouth to respond, but her older neighbour continued. "If you cum twice, well, then the same deal but it stands for the full time it takes you to pay off the damages." Cum twice? She almost laughed - she'd never orgasmed twice in one go before. Then her heart sank as she realised the one exception to that: yesterday... at Nigel's hands. Could he do it again? But Nigel wasn't finished. "If you cum three times, though..." he grinned wickedly. "If you're such a desperate little slut that you cum three times on my black cock tonight, then you will obey me entirely and absolutely, day-in day-out, twenty-four seven, until you pay off the full debt." Anna's eyes opened wide in outrage - how could he possibly think that was fair? She opened her mouth to give the old prick a piece of her mind. "How can you think it's ok to expect me to obey you every hour of the day for months on end!" she shot out angrily. "Well," he chuckled. "That's only if you orgasm three times isn't it?" Well... true... And she'd certainly never done that before. She'd brought herself to orgasm three times in a day a bare handful of times, but that was counting morning and evening both. Never in one sitting. Still, the other outcomes were horrible enough. Be at his utter mercy twice a week for months! Oh hell... "It's... it's still not fair," she said. "You already came today - I haven't. You've got an unfair advantage!" "True enough," Nigel responded. "But, you had ample opportunity to have a little solo-time when you weren't here. And, as I recall, I did order you to cum earlier." True. Ahh hell. "It's still not fair!" Anna insisted, though less convincingly. "Perhaps," Nigel conceded. "But, unless I'm mistaken, you have an distinctly unfair advantage over me." Anna laughed incredulously, "Oh really? And how is that?" "Take a look in the mirror, princess," he said. "You're a fucking mint piece of work that any man would literally die to fuck, while I'm... well, I'm what 30-odd years older than you, grey in the head, and not nearly as attractive as the young studs you probably pick up and fuck every second night of the week." Well... he did have a point there. She was way out of his league, and the only hope he had of cumming with a chick like her was if he watched porn. But the last bit... her face turned bright red in pure outrage! He thought that she was some light-skirt who hooked up with random guys? The prick! She'd only ever had sex with one guy other than Nigel: her dickhead ex. Well, maybe three times if her ten seconds with Dave the night of her party counted. "Fine," Anna said, sourly conceding the point. "But I am not a slut!" "Whatever," Nigel said, dismissing her final point. Asshole. She was not! "Besides, I'm willing to give you one other distinct advantage. You'll have complete control over the situation. You're the one riding me: you control the tempo, you control how deep I go. I'm just going to lie back and enjoy the show." Anna paused, considering. That was a decent advantage... If she could figure out how he liked it, then she could focus on those certain actions and maybe avoid over-simulating herself... "I'll give you a few minutes to think about it," Nigel said, turning to leave. "Don't take too long though. In five minutes my patience will wear thin and I'll flush this tablet down the drain, in which case... I hope you like babies." He took two brisk steps, then paused again. "Oh, and if you do come upstairs, make sure you turn on the video camera as you enter the room. If I cum first, you can keep the memory chip, but if you don't... well... consider it a down payment to ensure you stick to our bargain after tonight. Provided you honour our arrangement, no eyes but mine will ever see the footage." *** And with that, Nigel turned and left his young neighbour kneeling stunned in the open-plan living room. His heart was pounding in his chest. Fuck. He hoped that he hadn't completely misjudged the young slut. He knew that part of her enjoyed their encounters - he'd seen how wet she'd gotten earlier. He knew that she had a deep inner sexual need. And he knew that she desperately wanted to avoid getting pregnant. And yet, she had proven to be bold and resourceful. Could she figure out a way around his trap? Given time, she would probably spot his bluff, but hopefully he'd instilled enough urgency in her. She could, of course, source the pill elsewhere. But the fact that she was here proved that she wasn't prepared to open up to anyone and that her parents had cut off financial funding for the time being. This whole setup was a risk. Perhaps a needless risk. But he'd carefully considered it, and there were reasons behind each of his decisions. Firstly, he'd learned through business it made for much smoother sailing in the future if people agreed to something beforehand, and more so if they had a choice about it at the front end. He wanted, craved, to be able to extend his time with his young neighbour, but short of physically restraining her for months - which was completely out of the question for him - he needed to, somehow, ensure that she would stick to an arrangement. Hence, he'd given her the 'choice' to leave. Not much of a choice, but still, it had been offered. The next part, well, if he could outlast her just once with her in control of the motions then it showed that she actually enjoyed his attention; to him, to the camera, but most importantly it would plant the seed in her own mind. If she came twice, then it would only make that realisation all the more convincing for her. Three times... No. Thrice was a futile target for him, but one that he'd thrown in there in an attempt to build more pressure on the young blonde. Perhaps the erotic fear of complete domination for months would be enough to drive her to her second orgasm. Besides, he was confident that if she did accept the challenge then he could make her cum at least once. She'd been so close earlier that he was certain she couldn't resist the urge now. If she came once, well, he could continue to enjoy her for some time yet. But, he figured making her orgasm twice was achievable also - he'd done it yesterday after all. And, she'd been driven to the verge a number of times earlier today: with any luck she had enough built up sexual need that was simply bursting to be released. Surely twice was a possibility? He didn't really have much realistic hope of the third outcome. He'd been with a number of women over his lifetime, and only two of them had ever cum more than twice in one go. His ex-wife had actually managed it on a handful of occasions, but that was once they'd been together for a few years and he'd managed to figure out all the right buttons to press. Even then, it had been a rare occurrence. And the bitch had still cheated on him. And besides, Anna Wade's juicy young cunt was so incredibly tight and her orgasms pictures of so unbelievably raw ecstasy that he doubted he would be able to last through two such experiences in any case. Closing the door to his room, Nigel checked the positions of the cameras and waited. His best camera sat on a tripod with a carefully selected angle that would capture a 45-degree front-on view of the busty blonde as she rode him on the bed. That was the one she would need to turn on as she entered. Two other cameras were tucked about the room, partially hidden, and they were already running. Contingency plans. Surely this film would be enough to force her continued compliance, at least until their agreement ran out. Surely. That was, if she came up at all. *** Anna's mind raced. What should she do? She could leave right now, Nigel had said as much. Except... well except that she couldn't. Not really. Not without the pill. It galled that her asshole neighbour could predict her so easily! He was so confident that she would come to him, desperate for the pill. She had half a mind to leave just to prove him wrong. But her heart fluttered dangerously in total panic. No. She couldn't leave. It was no choice at all. Which left her one option: to go upstairs and accept the dickheads 'test'. It was bad enough that he would ram that pole of his inside her tight pussy. If he pinned her down and forced it in, well, at least she could defiantly grasp to the lie that she hadn't wanted it. However, it would be an entirely different matter if she were the one guiding that engorged black cock to her own waiting love-hole... It's still the same: he's still forcing you to do it, she tried reasoning with herself. Even to her it sounded like a complete and utter lie. Still, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. She was pretty certain that if he were to ram that thing in her hard and fast that she wouldn't last a minute before cumming, such was her built up tension. But if she were in control... maybe, just maybe, she could finish him off before she climaxed herself. Could she do it? She had to, didn't she? She couldn't leave without the pill. And she couldn't allow herself to cum this time. Her stomach did a backflip at the mere thought of having to submit herself to Nigel for months. Perhaps she could stick to her original plan: do whatever it took to get that tablet, and then just ignore him. The video camera. Well fuck. If she went upstairs then he would have a horribly explicit film of her fucking him, and completely willingly, or so it would appear. Shit, if she orgasmed on camera while riding her neighbour's black cock... she really would do whatever it took to keep that video a secret. Twice a week for almost half a year or whatever it was would be a small price to pay to stop her friends and family from seeing that shameful film... And the bastard knew that full well. Fucking asshole. The very thought of being caught on camera like that... it made her want spew. No. Surely she couldn't go through with this? *** Nigel exhaled in relief as his bedroom door opened slowly and the luscious blonde crept tentatively into his bedroom. Despite her clear unease at what was about to happen, she still managed to sway her hips mesmerizingly. Wearing only her purple panties and the dark fitness bra, the sight of her exposed tanned legs, round hips and toned stomach made his mouth go dry instantly. Hell yes... As the young blonde glanced anxiously at the camera, Nigel decided to try to draw her attention elsewhere. It wouldn't do to have her so petrified that she ruined his central piece of leverage. "Glad you made the intelligent decision," he said casually. "Remember the rules. You ride my black cock, and you are not to stop until I cum. If you don't cum yourself, then you win, and we're finished. You cum once, and I have you twice a week for about three months. You cum twice, and I have you for double that. Three times, and, well, I'm sure you remember." The pretty blonde nodded silently, face glowing red. "When you're ready to get started," Nigel continued, "you can stand in front of that camera and turn it on. Blow it a kiss and a wink, then I want you to completely forget it exists. Unless of course you want to start the whole thing over again..." She nodded obediently. "Good. Now, take a few deep breaths to get control of yourself, then no more delaying". He paused. "The only other thing is that you need to be wet before you climb up," Nigel added, and the near-naked blonde scowled at him. "That's entirely for you own good by the way. You do not want to be dry when you try to take a black cock this size in your tight little cunt, trust me." He paused again, seeing the comprehension in her eyes as she blushed deeper. "If you need a minute or two, then you can suck my balls while I finger you." *** The red light on the front of the camera blinked at Anna like a watchful eye as she blew it a kiss. Her stomach churned anxiously as she thought about what that little blinking light meant. Her body, her actions, her shame would be captured and stored for all eternity. Who would see this footage? Would Nigel stick to his word? Could she trust him with that? After the way he'd taken advantage of his neighbour's innocent daughter? No, she couldn't trust him with anything. He was right about one thing though - she did need to just try to ignore the camera. So, as she turned her back on it, she turned her focus to the other source of immense anxiety for her. Nigel lay on his bed, his predatory eyes freely following the curves of her mostly-exposed body. His shirt was off and sure, he wasn't fat per se, and he certainly didn't have a beer gut like a lot of men his age, but he was far from the toned, muscular men she always imagined in her fantasies. Ugg... hairy and flabby. Disgusting. He still wore his pants however, and although he didn't have a full-pitched tent, her eyes were drawn to a bulging shape. Well, he might not have the body of a pinup boy, but at least his black cock was - Shut up! She was not going to let herself complete that train of thought. Anna took a deep, steadying breath, then approached the bed. *** Nigel felt his heart beating in his chest as the fit and curvy teenager climbed onto his king-sized bed and approached him on all fours, giving him a front-row view of her generous cleavage down the front of her bra. He wanted to rip it off her, to fully expose her full bosom but restrained. Why rush? He had plenty of time to enjoy her body tonight. Might as well savour every moment for what it was. Besides, he was confident that he could outlast her at least once. Unknown to the young blonde woman, he'd deliberately finished himself off again not long before she'd arrived. While he was sure there was a good amount of sexual tension built up inside his luscious target, if she had in fact masturbated herself earlier to release her hunger... Well, he had no intention whatsoever of giving her up after tonight, so he was not going to risk blowing his load before she'd climaxed at least once herself. And the fact was, she was truly exquisite, and even though he was well past the heyday of his twenties and thirties he would be driven to the brink just by having her slide his black cock inside her incredibly tight and wet cunt. Throw in her own orgasm clamping down on him... No, he had planned this night, this trap, and he would not let himself lose nil-to-one. One-all, yes. Preferably one-to-two, but not nil-to-one. He smiled to himself as he noticed Anna's bright green eyes were fixed on only one thing: his parcel. Oh yes, he thought, Whether you want to admit it or not, you do need it, don't you, slut? Nigel lifted his hips as she tentatively tugged down the rim of his pants, and finally his black cock sprung free. He groaned as his neighbour wrapped a hand around his waiting shaft, her soft skin warm on his black cock. She stroked it absently, once, twice, then seemed to remember his instructions, and leaned forwards. A shiver ran through Nigel's body as her moist tongue delicately licked his exposed ball-sack. Once. Twice. Then, still slowly stroking his shaft, the young woman opened her mouth and wetly kissed his jewels. Oh hell yea... He placed a hand on her head, feeling the silky blond hair under his fingers. For a moment he gently pressed down, and she instinctively opened her mouth wider to suck one of his balls fully into her wet mouth. He groaned again as her tongue traced over his nut. Slowly he slid his hand down her neck then back, towards her perfectly round ass, feeling the softness of her skin. Sliding his hand underneath her panties, he slid a single digit down between her cheeks, not intending to give her a head start on arousing him. As his finger reached her waiting pussy, he froze. "You're already wet," he said, surprised. Now that was entirely unexpected! He'd seen her deep sexual need, but to have her already wet under these circumstances... *** What? Surely not... Anna thought at Nigel's statement, but here was no denying the excited tingles that had exploded at his brief touch. A shiver ran up her spine as Nigel slid his thick finger between her pussy lobes. There was no hiding the telling slickness. Wet before he'd even touched her... Fuck. You're such a... such a... she couldn't finish the thought, despite the fact that her mouth was filled by a repulsive saggy ball-sack as the man she hated toyed with her pussy. On the plus side, if she was already wet then that meant she could take that disgusting thing out of her mouth. As spat out the heavy sack, Nigel deftly honed his attention to her clit and she gasped. Hell, she'd better get started with her main task, otherwise she risked being brought right to the brink of her own orgasm before she'd even had a chance to finish him off. Anna looked up at Nigel and held his gaze, trying to draw his attention elsewhere as she shifted her ass out of his reach. Those eyes... they were ice cold and merciless, yet at the same time they burned hot with desire. That hunger, she felt it leaching into her, causing her heart to race excitedly. Stay focused, she cautioned herself. Don't get distracted. Just stick to the task. One hand still stroking the thick, veiny black cock, she used the other to slide her panties over her bum and down her legs. A shiver ran through her body as her moist pussy became exposed to the coolness of the air-conditioned room, and a horrifying thought suddenly occurred to her. She was giving that blasted camera a perfect rear-end view of her completely uncovered and clearly wet vagina, and she'd even given a her ass a wiggle as she'd pulled them off. Ah shit. She simply had to ensure that Nigel came first. That was the only way she could keep that horrifyingly shameful video from his grasp. She had no choice. She needed to win. As long as he kept his word. Firmly pushing the camera out of her mind, Anna crawled forwards and swung one leg over Nigel's hips. With one knee on the bed at her neighbour's waist and the opposite foot in an equivalent position on the other side she could feel herself being stretched open in preparation. The 53-year-old man's eyes were now hungrily focused on her pink vagina as it hovered inches above his thick black cock. Anna herself fought the urge to look down, knowing full well that the sight of that angry rod waiting would just send her into a tailspin of exhilaration. As Nigel had pointed out earlier, she had two - and only two - advantages here, and she needed to use them if she were to have any hope of success. Firstly, her body: she knew she was hot, and she needed to use that to drive him wild. And secondly, she was in control. So, for a few moments Anna remained poised in that position while she continued pumping his hard black cock as fast as she could. Give him a nice, juicy view, let him drink in the sight of her, build his anticipation of what was about to happen... all to send his excitement as high as she could before she really got started. She just needed to keep focused on not caving in to her own pent up cravings. She tried conjuring up a series of thoughts to suppress her arousal: He was so old. He's ugly. He's disgustingly hairy. His black cock is too big. It wouldn't fit. It would force its way into her, stretching her wide, giving her the best - no force that thought away. He was a sick pervert. He was taking advantage of her. He was using her and it turned her on like never - no no ignore that part. He was old. He was... You're stalling, Anna realised. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves: she'd never ridden a guy before, never climbed on top and slid an erect black cock inside her young pussy. She'd almost done so with her boyfriend Dave on her birthday, but her friends had interrupted them and then he'd uselessly emptied his load into the condom way before she was ready. Would Nigel be the same? She very much doubted it. With a flutter of anticipation, she conceded herself to action. It wasn't that she was excited, not at all... it was just... just... there was no point letting him realise what she was playing at. Yea, that was it. Fuck. This whole ordeal that her neighbour was forcing her to endure was screwing with her head. The dickhead. Still jacking him off hard and fast, she lowered herself slowly, slowly, until she felt his hot, smooth tip brush against the slick lips of her pussy, and Anna gasped despite herself. It was right there. She could feel it throbbing in her hand as it waited, poised underneath her young body. If he drove his hips upwards now she would be impaled his long, thick shaft... But he didn't. True to his word, Nigel remained motionless, leaving Anna to press on. Ceasing her handjob, she tipped the pole forwards slightly and gently lowered herself down, guiding the underside of the black cock along the outside of her pussy, coating it in her juices as she fought to suppress the electric tingles it extracted from her. Oh fuck, it was long. When she finally reached the base, she firmly pressed the dick against her, forcing the shaft between her lobes as she retreated back up its length. It was a kind of foreplay technique she sometimes used with a dildo when playing with herself alone at night, and a few moment of repeating the actions went by before she realised that she was probably achieving the opposite of what she planned. Get a grip girl, she warned herself. This is about making him cum, not you. The very thought of him cumming though seemed to edge her further down the path to failure. Now why the fuck did it do that? Surely the thought of him exploding his sperm deep inside her waiting - STOP! It was now or never, she realised. If she kept going like this, then she would have no hope of holding back when she did eventually force him into her. And even if she did manage to bring him to climax before he entered her, Anna knew that he would insist that it didn't count as the explicit instruction was for her to 'ride his black cock'. Taking a deep breath to brace herself, Anna once again pressed the shiny head of her neighbour's black cock against her dripping slit and slowly, oh-so-slowly, began pressing down. *** Nigel moaned in sheer pleasure as the bulging head of his black cock slowly slid its way into the tight entrance of the young blonde's cunt. His eyes were glued to the sight of the tip of his long, thick pole disappearing into its delicious new home. "Fuuuck..." he breathed. The nineteen-year-old's hand still gripped his shaft firmly, but she'd ceased her relentless pumping and was now stroking it absently as her attention was clearly drawn elsewhere. It was a good thing too: if she had kept up that speed as his black cock slowly entered her... Well, perhaps he would have lost despite all his best efforts. Fight it, he cautioned himself. He couldn't afford to get carried away after everything had fallen into place so nicely. As hard as it was going to be, he could not let himself cum. Not yet. He looked up at the young woman's face, and realised that maybe it wouldn't be so difficult after all. Her mouth was open in a perfect O shape and utter pleasure sparkled in her wide eyes. Oh, he could tell she still fought it - her brow was still furrowed in a frown of concentration - but the cracks were most certainly there. As his black cock's entire head squeezed its way inside the teenager's pussy, he was once again surprised how incredibly tight she was. Holy fuck... The perfect body, a deep sexual desire, no shortage of natural lube, and a tight hole like that... she really was every man's wildest dream come true. And for tonight, perhaps longer, she was all his. All he needed to do was hold himself back. *** From the moment she felt the bulbous head fully enter her, punctuated by the slight pulse of sensation as the mushroom like rim slipped past her tight opening, Anna knew she was in trouble. Dire trouble. Every movement she made, every millimetre of black cock that was inside her, urged her to seek more. Her mind screamed at her to bail out of this nightmare. Her body craved for her to continue. Anna shuddered as she slowly moved up and down on the thick black cock. She was only taking a few centimetres at most, yet even that felt like she was pushed to capacity. It was so friggin' thick. Yesterday, Nigel had surprised her and basically forced the top inch or so into her before she'd realised what was happening. Today... today was different. Being in control, she was the one responsible for the depth, the speed. She was accountable for forcing this naked black cock inside her pristine vagina. It horrified her to her core. It aroused her beyond imagination. She sighed as she rose slightly, the tip of the black cock sliding out of her, then moaned as she slowly descended onto it again, the head claiming its purchase in her once again. Nigel made a sound beneath her, and for the first time in minutes Anna opened her eyes and looked down. His face was a picture of satisfaction and gloating victory. He clearly thought he'd won already. Prick. She hadn't lost yet! She hadn't! Yes you have, a small voice said. It wasn't the terrified voice she had expected; it was smug. Excited. Anna realised that she had misjudged herself. She'd been horny since her shower yesterday. She'd been brought to the very brink of orgasming not once but multiple times that morning. Fuck she'd been this close to masturbating herself over the edge as she'd sucked Nigel's black cock in his office. And then he'd humiliated her, tied her up, pinned her to the ground, toyed with her... the memories flooded back, and Anna's resolve began to crumble before the onslaught. As she continued to slowly work his tip she was almost convinced that there was no doubt that she would lose, until Nigel spoke suddenly. "Ahhhh, yea," he said, straining. "Just like that... I'm... aahhh... I'm close!" If she had been thinking straight, if she wasn't driven nearly out of her mind, Anna would have easily detected the falsity in his voice. Instead, she felt a spark of hope return. Okay, well, maybe she could beat this bastard after all! She began moving slightly faster, still slow by any measure, but faster nonetheless. It was a dangerous move: every stroke, small as they were, sent irresistible sensations deep within her. "Uhh... yes..." Nigel moaned, staring up at her hungrily. "More... more!" His excitement, his hunger, spurred her on. If she could just make him cum... A deep moan escaped her throat as her own excitement took hold. "Ahmm..." "Yes!" Nigel encouraged. "Deeper! I'm... ahhh... almost there!" He was close! She almost had him! Oh how Anna craved to sink down onto his throbbing black cock, yet she couldn't bring herself to do it: if she did, she herself would surely cum immediately. So she moved faster instead. Still in the same general position as before, straddling him and supporting herself with a knee on one side and a foot on the other, Anna's short hip bounces picked up heat. She began grinding her hips in a circular motion as she continued to work only the top inch of the long black cock. "Ahhhhh..." Anna's moans grew louder, stronger. "Faster!" Nigel panted. "Haahhh... yes... I'm... I'm... cuu -" his voice cut out as he let out a wordless moan. Anna knew he was about to explode, to fill her young, innocent womb with his thick seed for the second time in as many days. The image, the realisation, crashed home, and all of her built up and suppressed sexual desire overwhelmed her. "Ahhh - ahhhh - aaHHHH - AAAAAHHHH!" And with that, the orgasm she'd been holding back all day finally burst free within her. She couldn't have held it back if she'd tried. She didn't try. She didn't want to. All that mattered was this... Time seemed to stand still as her body went from smooth, graceful motions to the rigid, almost jerky movements of someone unmistakably reaching their glorious crescendo. Everything else drained form her consciousness, from her very being. And then, slowly at first, then more rapidly, the world returned as her climax subsided. It hadn't been quite as strong as her two yesterday, but it had wracked her entire body nonetheless. Panting, she collapsed forwards, one hand catching herself on Nigel's thick chest as her head flopped forwards, inches from his face. *** With silky blonde curls curtaining his face, Nigel grinned in both victory and relief. She'd brought herself to orgasm and in doing so had sealed her fate, for time at least. As her luscious body had been wracked by ecstasy and her already tight cunt had spasmed on his black cock's head, he'd been brought to the very brink of his own climax. But by gritting his teeth and focusing all of his will power, he'd managed to hold himself back. Just. His grin widened. Perfect... Till now, he'd restrained from exploring her body with his hands, keeping them to the sides as he'd watched her performance. Now he placed them on her calves and began gliding them up the soft, smooth skin of her legs. One went to the waist and then slid backwards to squeeze her firm round butt-cheek in a tight grip. The other slid up her stomach, over her full breasts, her neck, and rested on the side of her face. "You are truly exquisite when you cum like that," he whispered. "But you can't stop there..." *** Confusion flooded Anna's mind. What? She could stop now, couldn't she? All she needed to do was make him cum and then it was all over... And she had made him cum, hadn't she? He'd been about to cum, surely her own orgasm would have finished him off. The tip of his penis was pressing against her quivering pussy. It was still rock hard. The realisation hit. Oh fuck. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed in dismay, sitting upright on her neighbour's midriff. The asshole chuckled victoriously at her, and Anna suppressed the desire to punch him square in the mouth. That would wipe the smugness from his face. It also wouldn't achieve anything. Suddenly aware of the pricks hands exploring her body, Anna glared down at him. "You didn't cum..." she said softly, accusingly. "No, not yet," Nigel replied quietly, still grinning. "You'll need to go deeper if you want to finish me off." Anna's stomach sank. Shit. But she'd been so sure... he'd seemed so close! He'd said... he'd said... Ahh fuck! The bastard had tricked her! He'd set her up, egged her on, and she'd fallen for it hook line and fucking sinker! Stupid fucking idiot! She should have known he'd try something like that! And now she needed to continue trying to force that impossibly thick black cock into her. To ride it, to drive it deeper and deeper... Then another realisation hit her like a tonne of bricks. She'd cum. She'd failed. Which meant... oh no. Oh fucking no. It meant that for the next few months - months! - she'd need to submit herself to her perverted neighbour twice a week! Oh goddam fucking shit. But she wasn't even finished for tonight. Hells bells. Deeper... the word seemed to be spoken by two different voices within her. One was horrified, while the other... eager. Eager? Really? What the fuck? She resisted the urge to scream with terrified panic. Despite... despite everything, she couldn't give her asshole bastard neighbour that satisfaction. And so, the blonde teenager forced her nerves to a corner of her mind and prepared herself to carry on. *** Nigel let himself take a moment to enjoy his achievement. Anna Wade, his neighbour's busty nineteen-year-old daughter, was all his. Well not entirely, but a few hours every week for a few whole months was more than he could have dreamed of only a few days ago. This had been his goal for the evening: to make her cum once in order to conscript her obedience for a short time. However, as he watched the curvy blonde position herself above him in much the same manner as before, her face now a deep shade of red, he realised something. It wasn't enough. Not nearly. And just as he felt her warm moistness kissing his black cock's bulging head for the second time that evening, Nigel changed his measure of success for the night. Making her cum twice was now non-negotiable. But even that wouldn't be enough. His target was now three times, even if his experience told him he was delusional. He was confident he could make her cum once more. He was less confident that he could hold back that long. Could he outlast her for a third time? Was it even possible? *** Anna groaned as Nigel's black cock began sliding into her once again. Having just cum, everything seemed so much more... intense... yes that was the word. Intense, to the point of discomfort. The sensations as his thick mushroom slipped past her tight opening threatened to overwhelm her and she froze. "Ahh-ohhh..." she moaned, fighting the urge to slide the pulsing rod back out of her. It was too soon to be giving her still twitching pussy any more stimulation. It was too much. You must, she told herself. You have no choice. And she didn't, did she? She needed that pill. And to get it, she needed to stick to the assholes instructions. She would do what she must. Besides, a voice said. Yesterday when he made you cum twice close together it was the most incredible thing you'd ever experienced. Maybe it will be the same again? Fuck off, Anna replied. Biting her bottom lip, she forced herself to carry on, to force herself lower. To force that thick rod deeper. Every millimetre sent new jolts through her over-sensitive vagina. She knew it wasn't deep yet, probably not even an inch past the bulbous head, but it became simply too intense. She couldn't... she couldn't... Overwhelmed by the intensity, she eased herself back up off the erect pole, fighting the sensations as she did so. Keep going, a voice said encouragingly as she approached the point where the entire head would pop free. Yes. Yes she did need to keep going didn't she? Ahh fuck. Down... down... down... No... no it was too much. It was too tight. She was too sensitive! "Oh fuck..." she groaned out loud as she was overwhelmed again, with the pulsating black cock barely a centimetre deeper than before. *** Nigel watched in awe as the blonde nineteen-year-old tried to impale herself on his thick black cock. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as she began pumping herself up and down on his shaft. Each time she got a little lower; once glorious half-centimetre at a time. Anna's eyes were shut again, her pretty face aglow with pleasure, and Nigel knew the feeling. Her cunt was warm, dripping wet, and oh so tight. Pure heaven. He knew that she would be intensely sensitive after just cumming and was shocked that she'd made herself carry on so quickly. Hell, the first few partial strokes he swore he could still feel the occasional twitch as her body still recovered from the last orgasm. He'd expected her to take a break, to delay, to take even half a minute to recover. When he'd fucked her the first time, she'd cum not long before, but there had been a small break where he'd slowly built her back up with his tongue. But no, she'd carried on almost instantly, forcing his thick rod into her tight wet cunt. Each time as she lowered herself onto his dick, she would exhale softly, the occasional moan of pleasure escaping plush lips. Then her breath would catch, and a louder, sharper groan would come as she froze, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity. Occasionally she would make a small exclamation; "Oh fuck...", "Fuck fuck fuck...", "Oh gawd..." Each time, she would then retreat quickly up his length, to the very tip, before slowly, so slowly, descending once again. As his own arousal built, Nigel fought back the urge to ram his hips forwards and drive his full length deep within the young woman's body. Oh fuck how wanted to begin hammering her hard and fast. But he resisted the urge. Sure, it bordered on torture the way she slowly worked herself up and down, taking him deeper bit by bit, teasing him to the N-th degree. The agreement that she was in control never entered his consideration; he was instead fixated on not letting himself cum. Nigel was captivated by the sight of the young, naive and supposedly reluctant athletic blonde forcing herself to take his thick black cock into her incredibly tight pussy. There was nothing reluctant about her now though. Not in the slightest. Her face, her moans, her movements. Reluctant? No. Overwhelmed by the intensity of mounting a black cock after having just cum herself? Clearly. *** "Hmm... aahh... oh gawd..." Anna groaned, as she reached her limit yet again on the apparently never-ending length of Nigel's black cock. It seemed to fill her entire stomach; a throbbing sausage that forced her insides to make room for it to slide into. Fuck. Did he have to be this friggin' thick? His hefty girth, which she could barely wrap a hand around, seemed to stretch her vagina to its limits. It filled her out, and she felt as though she could feel every millimetre of it, every pulsing vein. And its length! Fuck! It just kept going and going. Every time she impaled herself, she thought she would finally reach its base. But no. Time and again, she reached her limit with still more yet to come. Fuck... Fighting the intense sensations as she withdrew up the thick shaft, the inexperienced teenager carried on, her mind spinning. It was too much, too soon! Surely it was pointless trying to force this black cock in her: it was too big! What he fuck was she doing? She ought to leave immediately! No, she didn't have a choice. She needed to make her neighbour cum first. Deeper - he'd said to go deeper! She couldn't do it! She needed a break first! She had to obey the sick pervert. She needed to finish him. Deeper. Too much! It was too much! It felt so terrible that it felt... good... Fight it! Fight it! She needed to get that pill. Deeper. Fuck! She was still so goddam sensitive! Deeper. He would use her again and again! Deeper. He would blow his load in her time after time! Deeper. He would make her cum over and over! Deeper. He would bring her to the most incredible orgasmic heights as he emptied his large balls into her... Slowly, stroke by incremental stroke, the sensations were morphing from discomfortingly overwhelming, to something more... more inviting. "Hmmmaa," the sound escaped her as she once again slid down on her neighbour's erect pole. Finally, after another handful of slow, teasing attempts, she felt Nigel's warm skin brushed her ass. "Holy fuck," she breathed. She'd done it: she'd managed to force the full length of her middle-aged neighbour's black cock inside her vagina! She should've felt sick with horror. She should've hit him and fought tooth and nail to escape. Instead, she'd done it herself and felt... proud... proud as though she'd made some big achievement. What the shit? Achievement? Fuck this is not something to be proud of. I am not proud of this. I am NOT! Anna looked down, and the sight took her breath away. Down past her full breasts - still in their bra - past her lean flat stomach, she could see her pussy lips stretched impossibly wide, and firmly embedded between them was the thick base of her neighbour's throbbing black cock. Surely she hadn't forced that, that thing inside her. But she had. And it hadn't been half as bad as she'd feared. Not half as bad? Anna thought, incredulous. What the shit girl! Of course it felt bad!! Didn't it? Well, bad or not, she'd done it and had no choice in the matter. As per her orders, she'd climbed onto Nigel and taken his black cock deep within her. And now... and now it was time to fuck herself on it until it exploded its thick seed inside her. Fuuuckkk... At least, by taking it in slowly she'd somehow managed to get herself past that horribly overwhelming sensitivity that was the result of reaching her orgasm. And, Anna realised, there was a silver lining there: as humiliating as it was to cum again for her blackmailer, it hadn't been the quite same level of orgasm as the last time he'd hammered into her. He hadn't turned her into that completely mindless state of shameful lust. Hah! He wouldn't get that satisfaction this time! And, having just cum, she should be able to finish off first without descending to that level. Okay, maybe it wasn't really that much of a victory. Not when she was lubricating her asshole neighbour's black cock with her dripping pussy. Take what you can get, Anna thought, still staring at the sight of that enormous black cock stretching her pussy, Anna wasn't quite sure what she meant by that. Ahh fuck. Just get this done, get the pill, and then she could get the hell out of here. Anna began slowly rising herself up and down on the hard length of Nigel's engorgement. That's how it was done wasn't it? She'd never tried this position before, but she'd seen it in online porn videos countless times. Cowgirl. That's what this was called, and she was the lucky - fuck, no she meant unlucky! - chick riding on top of an old bull. It was one of her favourite positions to watch, it put the hot chick's body on full display and the lucky stud would give her total his admiration... the centre of attention, just where she liked to be. In the videos the chick would put her hands on her partner's chest, or slap her own ass, or fondle her tits, or lean forwards for a passionate kiss. But Anna refused to do any of that. She would not get carried away here. She couldn't let herself. So instead, she awkwardly kept her hands unoccupied as she used her legs to guide her along her neighbour's thick length. *** Nigel exhaled in satisfaction. The exquisite blonde had finally started servicing the full length of his black cock. Sure, she was moving at a slow, measured pace, even somewhat awkwardly, but it was a marked step up from when she'd been acclimatising herself. For a few long moments Nigel's attention was fixated on the sight of his black cock repeatedly burying in and out of Anna's silky smooth and incredibly tight cunt. The moist glistening as her delicious nectar coated his throbbing pole... The way her lobes moved as his dick dove in and out of her tight hole... Simply sublime... Then the busty blonde shifted, bringing her second knee onto the bed beside him so that she was straddling him properly. They both moaned softly as his black cock buried itself in her sweet hole just that little bit deeper, and Nigel looked up at the young lady. Her full boobs, still constrained in her bra, were bouncing slightly with her slow motions, her eyes were staring distantly at the wall in front of her. Was she lost in the moment? Or was she finding this totally un-arousing now that she'd already cum? Or, was she fighting the urge to build herself up again? Nigel smiled to himself. Well, regardless what it was, he had a few tricks up his sleeve that would be sure to press the right buttons. He placed both hands gently on her knees, and slowly began tracing them up her bare thighs. Her skin was deliciously soft and smooth, and as his hands reached her upper thighs, his thumbs barely an inch away from her vagina, he squeezed her firmly. *** Anna shivered at Nigel's touch. There was something about the way his coarse hands slid up the inside of her legs and squeezed her so close to her stretched pussy that sent tingles all the way up her back. Earlier, she'd assumed that being on top and controlling the pace would be to her distinct advantage, yet now some doubt was beginning to creep in. The humiliation of having his throbbing black cock buried inside her was compounded by the fact that she was the one who'd put it there. Combine that with the incredible feeling of being fucked again... And of the shame of having that camera pointed at her... and the knowledge that she was being used and manipulated... and oh hell that black cock... Yes, she realised that she was well and truly in danger here and that it would take everything she had to make him cum before she really lost herself again. And that was before her horrible old neighbour began touching her vulnerably exposed body. First her legs and the naughty, sensitive area just near her already exploited pussy. Then his hands were sliding up over her full round hips and to her slim waist. He gripped her there, not guiding her motions per se, but moving with them. His hands felt big, strong... just like his black cock as it stretched her wide... Hurry up Anna, she warned herself. Just finish him off. Before it's too late. She began moving faster, rising up a bit quicker, sliding him almost all the way out until he was only just inside her, then coming down faster. She'd never ridden a guy before, and the motions felt a bit awkward at first, but bit by bit, she began feeling more comfortable. As horrendous as it was to have her neighbour's thick old black cock inside her, something about being filled felt inexplicably... right. Faster... Anna vaguely heard a low 'slap' sound as her full round ass began contacting his hairy legs on the bottom of each stroke. Her breathing was growing deeper and she could feel the exertion starting to build. The room began feeling hot despite the air-conditioning. When one of Nigel's hands slid backwards and squeezed her bare ass, she opened her lips and moaned. "Ohh..." His other hand mirrored the action, and the 'slap' as her ass met his pelvis grew slightly louder. "Ohhh..." Faster... Surely he couldn't last much longer? -- Crack! -- Anna jumped as pain exploded across her bare ass cheek at Nigel's sharp slap. Yet, it wasn't bad pain; no, it was that horrendously erotic pain that had sent her into a downward spiral yesterday when she'd been bent over his couch and spanked. Except this time, with his thick throbbing black cock buried deep inside her it was so much worse: it was so much better. -- Crack! -- Anna moaned as Nigel repeated the action on the other side. -- Crack! -- -- Crack! -- -- Crack! -- "Ahh... Ahhh... Aahhhhh..." The combined assault on her pussy and ass cheeks was bringing her once again dangerously close to boiling point, and with sudden horror, Anna realised where this was headed. Fight it! she told herself frantically. She could not afford to reach a second orgasm. She had to beat him this time. Setting her jaw in determination, Anna tired forcing her mind to focus on other thoughts, anything to delay the inevitable long enough to finish her neighbour off first. To make him cum, to empty his hot, thick sticky seed inside her, to... Not helping! Think of something else! Football! Ugg, that was soo dam boring. Why did guys love watching it so much? And why did they always want to drag their girlfriends to the games? Such a waste of a day. At least the players were pretty ripped. Nice arms, muscular thighs, sometimes she even got treated to a flash of a shredded chest and abs... Yea ok, not helping either. -- Crack! -- "Hmm..." Faster. -- Crack! -- "Ahhmm..." She thought of something else that always killed the mood for her, and quickly pictured her ex-boyfriend's face. Instantly she felt anger rise. That asshole! Pressuring her into awful sex. Not caring one iota for her comfort or enjoyment. Bragging about it to his friends. The bone deep shame at being used and then having people know... Normally that would stop her arousal dead in its tracks, but this time it was different: that utter humiliation hit a chord and seemed to resonate inside her. Wildfire sparks of excitement danced inside her as she continued to bounce on the thick veiny black cock. Pathetic! she thought, realising that the memory of being humiliated had only sent her arousal higher. Impossible as it was, she was now perilously close to climaxing a second time tonight. And then, Nigel's hands began sliding upwards. Ahh fuck. "Ahh... ahhhh... fuuuu..." *** Nigel's breathing was growing heavy. Fuck, it felt so goddam good having his black cock buried inside this tight wet cunt. He desperately wanted to let go of his self-control and just empty his balls deep into the teenage pussy, but he couldn't. Not yet. He needed her to cum twice more first. But holy shit it was hard holding back. For a minute there he'd thought that spanking the young blonde's firm round ass would tip her over the edge, but then he'd seen determination settle in her face and knew she was fighting to resist her climax, just as he was fighting his. And the problem was, every heartbeat brought him closer and closer to the limit of his self-control. He needed to finish her second orgasm quickly, or she'd finish surely him. Well, he knew another ultra sensitive trigger point on the nineteen-year-olds delicious body, and he'd deliberately left it untouched as an emergency option. He slid his hands up the young woman's silky smooth skin, savouring the curves of her ass, hips, waist, relishing in the feeling of her body's lithe movement's as she continued to dutifully pleasure his black cock. When he cupped her full, round breasts he squeezed gently, he smiled at the worried, hungry moan that escaped his neighbour's daughter. Then he pulled the snugly fitted sports bra down and exhaled in appreciation at the delectable sight of her finally exposed bosom. Young and full, they always had a perfect shape to them with generous curves even without any clothing assistance, yet this time the sports bra pushed them up from underneath, forcing them to project outwards as well as generating a mouth-wateringly amount of pale cleavage. For a few moments he lay transfigured by the delicious sight, admiring the supple movements as the impressive mounds jiggled fluidly with Anna's every movement. The very sight made his blood boil even hotter. Fuck... Aware that time was suddenly very much against him, Nigel went straight for the jugular. He slid his hands up and firmly took each erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. They were firm with excitement, and his touch sent a clear shiver through the young woman's body. "Ohh fuuuuckkk..." the blonde moaned as she continued to fuck herself on his black cock. Fighting to keep his own excitement in check, Nigel squeezed the tits in his fingers. "Oww... ahhhh... hmmmm," each sound was punctuated by the ever-louder slap of bubble-butt bottoming out in his pelvis. Maintaining the nipple-pinch, he slowly pulled them away from her chest, delighting in the way the firm yet fluid breast flesh stretched as it continued to bounce. "Ahhh." "Ohhhhh..." "Aahhhhmmm..." As the nineteen-year-olds movements grew still fastest and more desperate, Nigel found himself hurtling towards his limit of control. Hurry the fuck up and cum already you little slut! he shouted in silent frustration at her defiant resilience. Releasing one nipple he sensed a split second of relief on Anna's pretty face. And then he slapped the sensitive flesh. Hard. THWACK! "Ohhh fuck fuck FUUUCKKKK!" the young woman exclaimed as she finally lost her fingernail grip of control. Her entire body went tight and rigid, her bouncing movements became stiff and jerky as she spasmed as her second orgasm of the night finally broke free. "Ahh - aahhhHHHH - AAAHHHHH!" Burying his black cock to its base, her hips bucked forwards and back, grinding their hips together. Nigel felt her already tight teenage cunt clamp down on his thick black cock as it was wracked with ecstasy, and he felt his own orgasm hurtling towards irretrievability. Keeping his main goal fixated in his mind, Nigel did probably the hardest thing that he'd ever done in his life. He summoned every morsel of self-control he possessed and fought with tooth and nail to prevent himself from exploding his seed deep inside this spasming young pussy. He bucked his hips upwards, then whipped them back down, tearing his throbbing black cock from its warm, wet heaven. He clenched down on his pelvic floor muscles for all he was worth. He screwed his eyes shut and tried with only partial success to force the delicious sight that he'd just been drinking in from his mind's eye. One hand gripped the base of his black cock, which was slick with teenage nectar and squeezed for all his worth, while the other dug finger nails into his thigh to distract himself with pain. For multiple heartbeats Nigel balanced on a razor's edge. He strained with every muscle to suppress his release. Above him, Anna Wade mewed, still caught in the rapture of her own orgasm, yet clearly desperately disappointed at the loss of his black cock, her main source of stimulation. She was grinding herself against his waist and hips, desperately searching for his black cock, leaving his skin wet at her touch. One of her petite hands replaced his at her breasts, the other dug fingernails into his chest. Her eyes were shut, face twisted in both pleasure and frustration. Clearly, her orgasm hadn't reached its fullest potential without his dick stretching her cunt wide, yet it still visibly pulsated through her. Nigel smiled. Perfect. A half satisfied climax would make getting her to a third that much easier. Past the danger of blowing his load, Nigel let himself relax once again, his head collapsing back onto the pillow, his hands flopping to the bed at his sides. His still hard black cock sprung forward and found a perfect resting place between those delectably rounded butt-cheeks which were still squirming against him. *** Again, the though floated through her mind. Again! A pulse of excitement ran through Anna as she felt the hot hardness of the dick against her exposed skin once more. Finally. Why had it abandoned her? Right as her orgasm had broken free, right as she'd needed it most, it had deserted her. She vaguely recollected Nigel bucking underneath her; he must've slipped out of her tight hole as they'd both convulsed uncontrollably. Ahh fuck. She'd cum again. Twice now. Fuck! At least this time she'd succeeded in finishing the pervert off as well. Hadn't she? She could feel the thick black cock between her ass cheeks: it was still rock hard. Was that wetness his sticky seed, or simply her own juices? She squirmed slightly, pushing back against it, feeling it with her ass. It twitched with life at her movements. Still dazed by the aftermath of her climax, the nineteen-year-old absently reached a hand behind her to grip the thick shaft. The black cock twitched again at her touch and she could feel it pulsing angrily in her grip. Oh yes, it was still very much alive. She smiled absently. Good. That meant it could still finish her off properly. Anna froze. What the fuck Anna! You literally just came for this asshole for the second time and you want to go again? There must be something seriously wrong with her tonight. Seriously, what the hell ? Had she hit her head at some point? Maybe she'd taken ill in some strange way? Perhaps she should go home? Except... fuck that's right... except she couldn't until she had the pill. And she wouldn't get that until she finished off her asshole neighbour. "Did you..." she began, surprising herself with how breathless she sounded. "Cum?" Nigel finished softly. "No. Almost, but I somehow slipped out and couldn't get back in with you thrashing around like that..." Ahh shit. Anna could scarcely believe her bad luck: she'd had him, and then in her own pathetic desperation she'd let him slide out of her and hence failed to end this horrendous ordeal. Shit fucking shit! Which meant... which meant she needed to carry on. Excitement bloomed inside her again. This time she wouldn't let him escape her. She would make him cum and end this. And she would not let her orgasm be ruined again! What the actual fuck is wrong with you girl!? She'd already cum twice, which meant she already had to obey Nigel's every perverted desire twice a week until after mid-year Uni holidays. She could not, under any circumstance, allow herself to cum again. Every hour, of every day, for months on end? Fuuuuck... a shiver of anticipation ran through her. Yet she had no choice but to carry on. She needed that pill. Whatever it takes, she reminded herself. Anna lifted herself up again and guided her neighbour's pulsating black cock back to her dripping pussy. She gasped as the smooth head pressed against her swollen lips, but the young blonde didn't hesitate. She pressed herself down, and in one smooth motion impaled herself balls-deep once again. "Ohhhhhh..." she sighed, and was echoed by a similar sound from her neighbour. "Ahh yeaaa," he groaned. Despite having just cum and once again being over-sensitive, the feeling of the thick, veiny black cock buried deep inside her was... satisfying. Probably because the ruddy thing had half-ruined her last orgasm by vanishing on her. She wouldn't let that happen again! Fucking hell Anna, she chided herself. You are not going to cum again! Just finish the bastard off already! Clearly, bouncing straight up and down on his black cock as she'd been doing had been more effective at bringing her to climax than him, so Anna began attempting different motions this time. She leaned forwards and placed her hands on the bed on either side of her asshole neighbour's shoulders - she was not going to put her hands on the asshole's chest - and focused on rolling her hips, grinding against his black cock while keeping it buried deep inside her. She'd seen the chicks in the internet pornos do something like this and the guys seemed to like it. At first it felt a little awkward, but she adapted the motions slightly until it started feeling better and better. "Yea, just like that," her neighbour said breathlessly beneath her. Anna moved slightly faster with the encouragement. Her long, wavy blonde hair fell around her face as she looked down between their bodies. Her large, pale breasts hung from her chest, glistening with a sheen of sweat and swaying freely with her motions, though still somewhat restricted by the sports bra underneath. Her toned abs rippled as she moved. And below her, Nigel's hairy chest provided disgusting contrast. It made her feel sick. The horror and shame turned her stomach, yet somehow also sent tingling shivers deep inside her. "Ahgggh," she moaned. Nigel's hands once again slid up her smooth tanned thighs and rested on the curves of her hips. His grip was firm, fingers digging in to her silky skin and his breathing was definitely growing heavier. He began guiding hips, exaggerating her motions. "Ahh... that's it..." he panted, and Anna's heart beat faster at his hungry encouragement. After a few short moments - or was it long minutes, time seemed so abstract right now - Nigel's hands moved up towards Anna's sensitive breasts, and she squirmed excitedly. However, instead of toying with her again, he slipped his fingers inside her bra and pulled it up, over her breasts, neck and head. Anna stretched her arms up as Nigel pulled the bra all the way free and threw it aside. As Anna brought her arms down, Nigel took her wrists and guided her hands to the bedhead above his pillow. Her upper body was now stretched out and almost parallel to the bed, to Nigel. Her breasts hung completely free as she continued to focus on using her hips and ass to grind the thick rod that impaled her. Rough hands finally grabbed her swaying breasts and she shuddered excitedly. Any second he would start teasing her sensitive nipples again with those thick, rough fingers. She tried to steel herself: she could not let him manipulate her to a third orgasm, she couldn't let - "Ohhhhhhh..." she moaned sharply as Nigel suddenly engulfed one of her sensitive tits in his mouth. Her weak defiance was driven from her mind at the electric sensations triggered by his skilled tongue rapidly flicking her erect nipple. He roughly squeezed the other breast, and the free hand slapped her ass again as she continued to service her pussy on that engorged and throbbing pole. Her head was sent into a complete spin. "Ahhh..." "Haa-ahhh..." Her moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing second. -- Crack! -- "Ahhhhggg..." she cried as he again slapped her bare ass. -- Crack! -- "Hhmmmmm..." Nigel switched his mouth from one tit to the other. "Ohhh yessss..." Anna moaned. -- THWACK -- Without breaking stride he slapped the freshly released and wet-with-saliva nipple. This time the jolt that ran down Anna's body was even stronger. "AhhhHHH." The slapping of her ass on his pelvis joined the symphony as her ass grinding incorporated up and down bouncing into its hungry routine. "Haaggffff," Nigel's own moans, muffled by his mouthful of breast-meat, grew stronger and hungrier. "Ohhh..." "Hggaafff..." You can't let him win!!! Desperately, a part of her tried to arrest her descent to a new low of humiliation, but it was a lone voice against a tidal wave of pleasure. Do... "Ahh...Ahhhh..." Not... -- THWACK -- "Oww-hmmmm..." Give... -- Crack -- "Hhmmm..." In...! She strained with every fibre of her being to hold back her orgasm. She longed to let it explode within her. She screamed silently to get a grip of herself. She craved that intoxicating ecstasy. Somehow Anna managed to hold on by a fraction of a fingernail. Suddenly Nigel's mouth fell away from her tit, and his fingers dug painfully into the soft skin of her breast and ass as his whole body locked rigid. "Ahh fuuuuckkkkk yeaaAAAAHHHHHH...!" he cried out. He's about to cum! she realised with a mind screwing combination of relief that the ordeal would soon end and frustration that she would be left hanging. She didn't stop riding him, didn't slow down: she sped up with pure excitement. An unexplainable sense of victory flooded through her. She'd done it! She was about to make him cum, all on her own! And she hadn't cum again herself!! Soon he would go limp and she could finally climb off him, sliding his horrible old black cock out of her sweet young vagina. And then... and then he would have to give her the pill! Her salvation! She'd won!! Despite... well... despite everything, she'd won! "...AHHHHHHH FUUUCKKKKK!!!" Nigel's cry continued and Anna felt his already thick black cock inside her swell even further. Her neighbour bucked his hips up again, ramming his black cock deep inside her as she continued to rapidly fuck herself against him, and Anna knew that he had finally hit his climax. His pulsating black cock was exploding his thick, white cum deep inside her fertile young womb, plastering her insides with his seed. Jet after jet of his seed would be filling her. His entire body jerked as his orgasm engulfed him. And then a wave of realisations crashed into her. She'd already cum. Twice. Which meant... which meant that twice a week, every week for months - months! - she would have to submit herself to him. She hadn't won: she'd chained herself to Nigel's perverted mercy. He would make her cum again. He would make her suck his black cock and take it in her tight pussy. He would fill her mouth and vagina with his sticky seed time after time. He would use her, abuse her, satisfy her, humiliate her again and again and again. And she was completely and utterly powerless to stop him. Anna's lustful excitement began spiralling out of control. It was all too much: the thick black cock exploding its seed inside her, the complete powerlessness. She shifted her hands from the bedhead and planted them in the centre of Nigel's broad hairy chest, using her arms as support and leverage to ride his black cock still faster and harder. Vaguely she was aware of Nigel's body slumping, of that incredible hardness that was impaling her becoming slightly softer, but it was a distant part of her that realised what it meant. She didn't stop. She didn't slow. She couldn't. Not now, not this close. Powerless. She had no recourse, no way to fight back, because he had... that! She stared straight at the camera that was recording every single moment of her shameful display. Recorded. Like some amateur pornstar slut. If she disobeyed Nigel, he would ruin her. Her parents would see it. Her sister, her grandparents, her cousins. Her boyfriend Dave would know she'd cheated on him. Her friends. People she knew, and strangers on the street would recognise her. Future colleagues and bosses. The entire world would see Anna Wade and know that she was a dirty slut who filmed herself fucking a huge black cock. They would see her cumming like a depraved whore, not once but twice. Pure embarrassment. Shame. The incredible feeling of his throbbing black cock buried deep inside her. People seeing. Knowing. Her young womb filled to bursting by Nigel's hot sperm. Exposure. Would he even give her the pill? The hunger, the irresistible craving. The pure, unimaginable, inexplicable need. Humiliation. Oh, the bone deep humiliation. The twisted concoction of emotions tore through, and overwhelmed her. And so, the busty young blonde's third and largest orgasm finally crashed home with her staring wide-eyed directly into the camera as she continued to frantically ride the slowly softening black cock of her middle-aged neighbour. "Ahhh..." "Hhmmm..." "Ohhh gaaawwwddd...Aahhh-ahhh..." "AaaahhhHHH..." "Yessss.... Ohhhh... Yeaaa...aaahhhhh... AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" *** Nigel could only watch in awe as his neighbour's daughter was utterly consumed by her own incredible ecstasy. He'd held himself back as long as he could, he'd used every trick he'd learned over the years, and it hadn't been enough to prevent himself from cumming before she did so herself for the third time. And yet, as his incredibly powerful orgasm had subsided, as he'd felt himself deflate, she hadn't stopped. Instead, she'd begun riding him, fucking him harder and faster than ever. What the...? When he realised that she was going to force herself to cum, even though she could have stopped minutes ago, his mouth dropped open and he could only stare in pure shock. If he'd been thirty years younger, he probably would've started growing hard again. Alas, while he'd learned so much about both his body and that of a woman since then, time had robbed him of the fleeting ability to simply go again and again. *** On and on it went. Endless ecstasy overwhelming her entire existence. Wave after wave surged through her. Time stopped dead. Every muscle in her body seemed to spasm. Her heart felt like it would burst through her chest. Her previously smooth, rolling, grinding fuck grew frantically wild. Her tits bounced like crazy in a way that would usually be totally uncomfortable but now only added to the weight erotic stimulation that consumed her. Her womb convulsed, squeezing itself on the still thick but only half hard sausage, milking every last drop of cum out of its balls. It was by far the strongest orgasm of the night. Unquestionably stronger than anything she'd ever brought upon herself. It eclipsed the sheer bliss that had engulfed her when Nigel had used his horribly skilled tongue on her. Fuuck... it was on par with the rapturous euphoria which had consumed her when she'd been fucked by her neighbour the first time. After moments, minutes or hours, she couldn't tell, Anna's awareness slowly returned to her. The waves of ecstasy grew weaker and further apart as she continued to wring out every ounce of pleasure that she could manage. Then her strength deserted her and Anna collapsed forwards. Her soft and oh-so-sensitive tits pressed into her neighbour's coarse chest hairs sending a fluttering of sparks through her as another tail-end pulse of her dying orgasm rippled through her. Her toned stomach against his, her chin rested on his shoulder. She could still feel his black cock inside her soaking pussy, still filling her despite losing all its delicious hardness, his heart beating against hers. She lay there for minutes, completely still other than the heaving of her chest and the occasional shiver at a pulse of her petering-out orgasm. Then Anna felt Nigel's hands cup her ass and her mind began to slowly click back into place. With that final mind-blowing orgasm, the young blonde had finally been released from the torturous agonising desperation that had been building in her since she'd left him after the first time with his sticky cum dripping down the inside of her toned thighs. A large hand slid its way up the small of her back, along her spine and hugged her in close to her neighbour's hairy chest while the other hand squeezed her round buttock. Oh yuck. No! she said. Well, tried to say: it took her a moment to realise that she hadn't actually said it out loud. "No," she whispered. The hands paused, then squeezed tighter. "What do you mean, 'no'?" Nigel replied softly, his lips brushing her ear. Anna tried to push herself away, but she was simply still too weak to move, let alone with her neighbour's strong arms wrapped around her slim body. "Get off me," she muttered. Why did she sound so hoarse and breathless? "I did what you asked. Let me go you sick pervert!" Nigel chuckled. "Three times," he answered, smug satisfaction dripping from his voice. "Three times... you're mine, slut, mine. You belong to me now, and I'll let you get up when I feel like it." Three times? What the hell was he talking about? Then it hit. She'd cum three times! Three! Which meant... Anna's heart stopped dead. Oh fuck... FUCK!!!!! *** The athletic blonde squirmed weakly against Nigel's body as he continued to hold her close. Their hearts beat against each others, her chest heaved against him from the physical excursion. Silky blonde hair curtained over his face as his hands roamed her succulent body, enjoying the free reign of the soft and smooth skin of her back, waist, butt and thighs. His spent black cock relished in the soaking wetness of her tight young cunt, gloating as it continued to convulse sporadically. He could scarcely believe what had just happened. She'd just made herself cum for a third time - well after the point at which she could have ended her ordeal. How...? Why...? His grin felt like it would split his face in two. Right now it didn't matter how or why; it only mattered that she had. "No no no, oh please no," the young woman whispered against his broad shoulder. His grin widened as he felt her hips gyrate with a will of their own as her tight pussy convulsed yet again: despite her feeble protests, her body knew what it craved. "Oh yes yes yes," Nigel replied smugly into her ear. "You knew the deal, and you came three times." "Please... oh please," she begged, a sharp edge creeping into her still breathless voice. "You can't... I can't... please... I... I'll..." He cut her off. "Complete, utter obedience, twenty-four seven." "Pl-please..." Anna continued as she descended into soft, panicked sobs. Nigel slapped her ass firmly and the humiliated teenager squeaked. "I would consider going easy on you and settling for your cooperation twice a week when you come over," Nigel lied, feeling the blonde holding her breath in anticipation. "Except, well, except you made yourself cum the third time well and truly after I'd finished. You could have stopped then. You should have stopped then." Another pause, feeling her body tense against his. "But you decided to carry on, knowing the consequence. So no... no I'm not going to change the original agreement. And, if you know what's good for your future, so will you. Understood?" He waited, feeling the athletic body shaking as it pressed into his. "I asked you a the question, slut," he prompted. The young blonde gulped audibly, but other than that the silence continued. He knew she was desperately hunting for some way to appeal to him for mercy, but whatever she tried would be a futile attempt. Nigel was just about to prompt his prey again when she spoke softly against his neck. "Yes... sir," Anna Wade whispered in resignation, "I... I understand." Nigel's heart soared. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This exquisitely succulent young blonde was his. He squeezed her firm ass-cheeks with both hands, digging his fingers into the deliciously round flesh, feeling her squirm in response. "Good," he whispered. "Now, before we finish up for the night, I think we need to set the ground rules of this arrangement so that we're both on the same page. Since you don't get much of a say in any of that though, I suggest you put that cute mouth of yours to good use... So while I run through my expectations, be a good little slut and clean my black cock up for me. You really made quite a mess on it. No hands mind." Having just cum himself, Nigel knew he had no hope of getting properly hard again anytime soon, especially after an orgasm of that magnitude: he was well and truly spent for the night. That said, there was still something addictive about watching a woman use her mouth on his black cock, hard or not, that still sent his heart beating in excitement. Especially when that woman was an exquisite sample of femininity like Anna Wade. And tenfold as much again knowing her conflicted reluctance with anything sexual combined with the sheer humiliation it would bring to her. He waited and watched as his succulent young captive slowly pushed herself onto all-fours, causing his now flaccid black cock to slide out of her tight cunt. As she reluctantly crept down over his body, face red with shame, her full tits swayed seductively. Screwing up her pretty face, Anna glared up at him momentarily before turning her attention to his mostly soft meat. Then, as the busty teenager visibly steeled herself for the task, Nigel collected his own thoughts and prepared to lay out the detailed orders that his neighbour's daughter would need to live by for the next few months. As she finally opened her plush lips in reluctant resignation, Nigel began to speak. He was going to love every minute of this. --- The next morning --- After losing her deal with Nigel last night, cumming three times on his black cock while being recorded, Anna agreed to obey him entirely and absolutely, every day, whenever he demands, until Anna pays off the full debt in the next eleven months. She still have not gotten the morning-after pill from Nigel. This is the last day for Anna to stop her impregnation by Nigel. Anna tries to resist her sexual arousal, but the more she resists the more powerful her eventual orgasm and more humiliating her sexual surrender, making Anna crave even more for dominant black men. Everytime Anna cums, she senses Nigel's mixed-race black baby potentially growing inside her which scares and darkly excite her, increases her orgasm, and further binds her sexually, emotionally and physically to Nigel. Nigel thinks of all the perverse ways to enjoy, humilate, degrade, arouse, fuck and make Anna and cum as his breeding sex slaves. Nigel keeps dangling the pill in front of Anna, knowing how desperate she is to get it to stop her impregnation by him, but he doesn't intend to give it to her. Nigel wants Anna to carry his black baby, as his breeding blonde bitch.