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Assertive Young Ladies #105

“Now, let’s try this again nephew. Boots will be cleaned spotless, or your parents get told about you wanking over my panties.”

Night Callers

You stirred from your heavy sleep, the feeling of gloved hands grabbing at you while you feebly tried to fight back….it was no dream.

The smell of the leather and something else, a chemical soaked rag lying next to you as the assault continued. You were aware of voices, mocking and derogatory as every inch of you was being groped, mauled and tormented.

One pair of hands were gagging you and keeping you restrained, the other spitefully twisting your delicate nipples….your underwear was ripped from you and the strong hands started pulling at your cock and balls. More laughing and taunting as you got harder….the glove gripping your shaft and roughly jerking you off, while the other hand now invading your ass.

All the while, the other assailant had your mouth covered and the fingers extended to pinching your nostrils shut. You grunted and moaned in a mixture of peril, panic and the rising feeling of orgasm. You started to thrash harder as the air was no longer there to take in…your vision was blacking out and maybe this was it for you.

Suddenly, the hand released you and you gulped in as much oxygen as you could…..but before you could beg for mercy, the hand gagged you again and the milking continued in earnest. You tensed as your orgasm was now on the way…..you couldn’t hold back as the spasm rushed up through your balls into your cock. But your torment was only just beginning…..a ruined orgasm was the first indignity you would suffer tonight. You humped fresh air, desperately trying to get any stimulation as the orgasm faded, unsatisfied and frustrated.

The bitches laughed again as your underwear was used to mop up your useless cum. The stained material was balled up and shoved into your mouth, with the sound of duct tape being ripped from a roll and wrapped like a vice around your face.

It would be a long night and who knows how many days?

Oh my God, are those real tears?

Ground Rules

His wife was unhappy and unfulfilled. Their marriage was in jeopardy. They had decided it would be best if she began dating another man, and she wanted it to be someone they knew. Out of all of their acquaintances, she chose me, his boss. They invited me over to discuss their proposition to help save their marriage.

We sat in their living room and he brought me a beer. She sat next to him on the couch, while I took a seat in a chair across from them. Nervously, he asked me if I wanted to begin dating his wife. I was stunned by the request, but remained calm and collected. While the idea appealed to me immensely, I told him we needed to establish a few ground rules that he would have to agree to.

He asked what they were. I said I would agree to begin dating her if he agreed to the following:

He has no say on when or where I date her or what we do together

He has no say on when the relationship ends

I have priority with her, even on birthdays and anniversaries

When I visit, I am the man of the house in every respect

When the three of us are together, she is my woman and he is the third wheel

He walks me to the door and thanks me after every visit

After a long silence. He said. “Okay. I agree.”

I said, “Very well then. Let’s begin.” I held out my hand and his sexy wife rose from the couch and took a seat on my lap.