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One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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One Step Ahead – Part 3

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Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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Joanna and I have been going out for a while now. Despite our age difference (She is 22 and I’m 37), we have a great sex life and really love each other. Joanna has moved in with me to save on rent so she only has to think about collage.
We decided to take a long weekend together, so she planned everything and told me it was going to be a surprise.
“Whatever makes you happy baby,” I told her.
When I was done with work on Friday, Joanna threw a bag in the car and off we went. We live in Houston, so it took a few hours to get to Baton Rouge. Once there, we checked into our hotel. Nothing too fancy, but not a dump either.
“Baby,” she started,”help me get ready for dinner.” And with that, I followed her into the bathroom. We had gotten into sort of a routine. I helped her get undressed, she sat up on the counter and spread her legs, and I got the shaving cream and the razor. This time was a little different though. I shaved her pussy, slipping a finger in every chance I got. Making sure to get every last bit of hair, I took my time feeling and fingering her sweet pussy lips. When I was satisfied, I wiped her off and she pushed me out of the bathroom. My cock was rock hard already, but I would have to wait.
After letting her shower, she came out wrapped in a towel. It was my turn to shower now. “No whacking off in there either,” she warned me. I showered and came back out to get dressed. She took her things and went back into the bathroom. “Damn,” I thought. This really is a surprise, isn’t it?
About a half an hour later, Joanna came out with her hair in a bun, her make up on (not that she needed any), a nice white blouse, short pleated black black skirt, and some black stiletto heels. She looked simply awesome. She grabbed her purse, looked at me, and with a shit eating grin said “I see you’re ready.” I was ready all right. Wow.
She planned everything, so of course she drove us to the restaurant. It was a nice, fairly up scale place. The man sat us in a corner table where we’d have a little privacy. We ordered our food and Joanna ordered some wine. When the food came and the waitress left us to eat, Joanna “dropped” her napkin as she was trying to cover her lap. I bent down to get it and got a great view as she spread her legs. I hadn’t realized just how short her skirt really was. Her bare ass was sitting on the seat and I could see her smoothly shaven pussy staring right at me. I could have sworn her pussy was licking its lips too. lol
We took our time and finished our meals, then got back into the car. She pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and typed in an address into the GPS. Off we went. When we got to our destination, it was an old movie theater. There were a few cars in the parking lot, but not many. As we walked inside, we came to a window where we paid to enter. Then we were buzzed through a door that lead to a hallway. As we walked down the hallway, there were doors on both sides and it was lit very dimly. Then I started to hear the movies that were already playing. Moans and screams. Just as I thought. Joanna took my arm and pulled me into one of the doorways. She stopped, looked around, then walked back out. Into another one, then another one. The third one seemed to please her. Not many people. Just us and three other guys. She lead me almost to the front row. The light from the screen allowed me to see pretty much everything I wanted to see. Two of the guys were openly jerking off. We sat down and Joanna pulled her skirt up and placed my hand on her pussy. Damn was she wet! I started to finger her as she unbuttoned my pants. Pulling my cock out, she stroked it and took very little effort to get it rock hard.
After a few minutes of playing like this, I noticed one of the other guys moving in closer. When I looked around, the other two guys had stopped stroking and were really watching us like hawks. Joanna leaned over and started kissing me as she stroked my dick. Then she got on her knees and pulled my pants to the floor. Now two of the guys moved to the row right in front of us. It was obvious they were watching us, but that’s what this sort of place is for. Right? Anyways, Joanna sucked on my dick for a few minutes as I watched the fucking on the screen. Then I pulled her up and unbuttoned her blouse. Just as I thought again….no bra. I slid her blouse back off of her shoulders so the others could get a good view. Then she just took it completely off. Standing there topless, she pulled her tiny skirt up to show off her perfectly smooth little pussy, then sat down on my lap guiding my cock into her. The men started stroking again. With Joanna bouncing in my lap, I looked around and saw another couple. They must have snuck in while I was taking her shirt off. The other girl was on her knees sucking her guys dick. One of the men walked over and stood really close while he was stroking off. The girl saw him and removed his hand from his cock and stroked it for him. The other guy was watching Joanna while his girl was sucking him. We saw each other and sort of nodded toward one another. The he guided his lady friend back to her feet and I just stood up with Joanna still on my cock. She’s pretty light and I’m pretty strong. She came instantly screaming out in pleasure. I just held her and when she was through, I kicked off my pants and walked closer to the other couple. We met in the middle of the row where I placed Joanna down on a seat. She just looked up at me with her legs still spread wide and dripping with her own juices and with a look of awe and relief on her face. The other lady sat down in the seat next to her and leaned over and kissed her. Shocked, Joanna pulled away at first, but then went back in for more. I watched as the other guy pushed his dick into his girl and I followed suit. Side by side, we were fucking our women as they kissed and fondled each other.
Not forgetting our surroundings, I took Joanna’s hand and put it out to her side where there was a guy stroking his cock. She grabbed it at first but let go as soon as she realized what it was she had a hold on. She looked at the man, then at me, then took it in her hand again and went back to kissing the other woman who was already doing the same. The guy that Joanna was stroking came first. All across her face as she watched him and even some on the other girls face too. The the guy next to me pulled out and shot his load on his girls chest. She leaned forward to suck him clean and when she laid back, she rubbed his cum all over her chest like sun block. The guy she was stroking was next. She directed him right in front of her and he blew his load all over her chest as well. I told her not to rub it in this time though. I was next, except I don’t pull out. A minute later I was shooting my load deep in her pussy. I wasn’t even finished cumming and it was running out of her and pooling up on the floor. When I pulled out, Joanna did as the other girl had done and sucked me clean. Then I directed her to the mess on the other girls chest. She looked at me for a moment as if to ask if that’s what I really wanted her to do. I just nodded and helped her to lean over the chair. Her tongue met the woman’s chest right in the middle and scooped up some cum. Then I whispered in her ear. Joanna moved her head so the two were face to face and kissed her dumping the cum in the girls mouth. Joanna went right back to get some more cum and ended up licking the girls chest completely clean. She even sucked on her nipples a bit.
Joanna and I got up and got dressed, made sure we had everything we came with, and were on our way. She didn’t say anything at first, but she pulled the car into a gas station parking lot and stopped. She looked over at me and I was actually a bit worried. “That was hot,” she said. “I’ve never kissed another woman or sucked another woman’s nipples before. I think I like it. I’m thirsty. Can we get something to drink?”
“Of course baby.” We got out of the car and walked inside to get a couple of sodas. As I walked behind her, I noticed she had my cum running down her leg. It almost made me hard again. We got our drinks and went back to the car. When we were both in and buckled up, Joanna looked over at me again, ran her finger across her leg, and sucked her finger clean. Now I was hard again. She promptly took care of that when we got back to the hotel. What a little vixen.
The next morning, Joanna woke me up at 7:00 and told me to get dressed. We have an appointment. “Where?” I asked. “You’ll see,” she answered smiling. We got into the shower and cleaned up. I was trying to get a little action, but she kept smiling and pushing me away telling me to just wait. This time she dressed a little more conservatively. T-shirt and Jeans with the same stilettos. I love seeing her in those heels. When we got into the car, she again pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and typed in an address to the GPS. After about a 15 minute drive, we arrived at what initially looked like a motel, but there were no windows. She took my arm and we went inside.
There was a desk and a receptionist. “Can I help you,” the receptionist asked.
“Yes. We have an appointment at 8:30.” And she gave the lady my last name.
“Yes, here it is. Will you please follow me?” And with that, the lady buzzed us in through another door and we followed her down a hallway. It looked like an old motel that had a hallway attached to the outside so the rooms were all inside now. The lady opened a door for us and said “We’ll be with you in just a few minutes. Please wait in here.”
I looked around the room and it was obvious it used to be a motel, but instead of a bed, it had two massage tables. Joanna went into the restroom and said she was going to get ready. When she came out, she had a towel wrapped around herself. “Go ahead sweety and get ready too.” So I went in and undressed too and came back out in my boxers. Joanna just giggled a bit but didn’t say anything. A minute or two later there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” Joanna shouted.In walked two women in robes.
“Go ahead and lay on the tables on your fronts,” the one told us. As I started to lay down, I saw Joanna drop her towel. She was completely naked. We lay down on our tables and waited. I could hear the women moving around, but they didn’t say anything. Then I heard one of them say “This is going to be a little warm. It’s just massage oil.” And with that, she poured some on my back. The women started massaging our backs, shoulders, and when they got to our necks, the girl stepped in front of me. I was, of course, looking down through the hole in the massage table. Her legs were bare. I looked up briefly to see they were both completely naked too. Now I knew why Joanna was giggling earlier. They continued on to our legs until the one massaging me started to pull at the waist band of my boxers. I let her remove them so she could continue. Then one of them said “OK, time to roll over.”
I turned a little red I’m sure and said, “I’m not too sure that’s a good idea.”
“Like I haven’t seen it before? Come on. Roll over,” she insisted.
As I rolled onto my back, I saw Joanna was already on hers. They went on to rub our shoulders and chests, abs, legs. Then the lady massaging Joanna said, “I see you’re getting a little hot and bothered. Would you like me to take care of that for you?”
“Please,” Joanna replied.
As the one massaging me started to ask the same, Joanna just interrupted and said, “Yes, he would like it too.” I looked over at her surprised. The two nude women were rubbing Joanna’s pussy and stroking my cock. They took our hands and brought them to meet in the middle of the tables. I took Joanna’s hand and we looked into each others eyes. Joanna came and I just sat up, stood at the foot of her table, pulled her to the edge, spread her legs, and started eating that pussy. I flicked her clit with my tongue and then sucked her pussy lup hard into my mouth as she came again. Then I climbed up on the table with her and slid my dick straight into her. I really didn’t last long this time. But it was enough to get Joanna to cum again. Once she did, one of the women reached between my legs and squeezed my balls a little. When she did that, it was over. I shot stream after stream into Joanna’s pussy. I pulled out and got off the table. The women each kissed us then said to take our time leaving and we could use the shower if we wanted to.
What a great weekend it was. It really opened up some new doors in our love lives. But those stories will cum later.
THE END

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Tyler and Jenny: Part 2

I received many great comments about part 1 of this series and I am pleased to say that Tyler and Jenny Part 1 reached a very solid rating. That was before it was deleted by the site. From the notice posted, I can only assume it was deleted because it was deemed to be a pedophile story. I am a little confused because the definition of pedophilia as I know it is anyone over the age of 16 engaging in sexual acts with anyone age 13 or younger. In the original story, Tyler was 13 and Jenny was 11. So, in order to avoid censorship, I have adjusted Part 2 and I will say that all involved in this and future episodes are 18 years old. (Wink wink)

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She Rented my Boyfriend

She Rented my boyfriend
…..I sat in the her driveway in my new car. I couldn’t stop smiling with contentment. My cock was sore and it felt good….I thought back on how I got here…..I said to myself…..
…‘Jack…life is good.’
————-
…..I called her ‘Candy’. Her name was Candice. We stood there hugging and feeling our body’s. She was shaking and breathing hard. She had never had a man get her sexually excited before. I was feeling her body, and she was loving this. She had a hot figure, nice tits, hot legs and had gotten herself….. hooked on me.
…..She had been terribly sheltered in life. Daddy had big bucks and set her up good for life. Then daddy died. I met her at that point.
….My girlfriend Kate was a makeup artist and got a call to go to her big house to help her look good for some business meeting. I just happened to go with her that day because her car was in the shop. Kate and Candy became instant friends as Candy seemed pretty helpless, lonely, very young and needed a friend. She already looked hot to me, but Kate was getting paid good to do her makeup. I sat and watched as Kate made her look very hot. Candy keep looking at me for a reaction. I really just smiled and told her she looked sexy. She liked that and kept looking at me with her sexy smile. She was hot, and didn’t really need Kate’s help at all.
……She brought Candy to our house one evening to just to visit. Kate, had told me Candy need some ’street wise’ education bad. I said I could help her with the real world ways. As I looked at this naïve beauty, my cock started to rise to attention.
She spent a lot of evenings with us, but Kate had to get up at 3am to go to the movie studios to work. Kate went to bed very early, so that left Candy and I….alone.
…..It didn’t take long and Candy started in dressing in sexy clothes. She sat closer and closer on the couch after Kate went to bed. I found out she was just legal age and had never had sex, never had a man feel her up or anything. Daddy had kept men away from her. She had private teachers and not much contact with the outside world of theirs. Their mom had left when she was little and daddy just hired what was needed for them.
…..After a while I slowly found out why daddy kept her isolated from the outside world….
…. Daddy would have her undress for him while he watched and jacked off in the shadows of her room. He had her finger her pussy and feel her own tits. She liked the attention and the feelings. He hadn’t touched her….yet, and then he died in a plane crash. He did tell her when she turned legal age, he would show her about sex and a lot of new things…and…they could have sex.
…..She was very horny and excited waiting…. then he died 4 days before her birthday.
….She hinted that someone like ’me’ could maybe show her all about sex.
…..I whispered that I would ’help’ her, but it would take lots of practice. I said we could do a little ’practice’ quietly while Kate slept.
….. Lesson 1, ’Tongue kissing and feeling our bodies’, I told her.
It didn’t take much to get her hot. Just touching her neck, and I had to stop as she started to tremble and moan. I said we’d better do this at her house alone, so as not to wake Kate. She whispered excitedly that she had tingles in her pussy and her tits already.
…..I walked her out to her car and we sat and talked. She asked if we could do the kissing and feeling thing some more. I slowly laid her down in the front seat and laid on top of her. We started in as I slipped my hand into her blouse and felt those nice tits. She opened her legs and started in pushing her pussy up to my boner. I pulled up her dress and slipped my hand in her wet panties and slit. She moaned and jumped each time I felt her clit. “Oh god…when can we have sex, I want to have sex with you so bad….could we maybe have sex right now?” She asked.
…..“Tomorrow night, too many people might see us here.” I said. She said: “Ok, but can I feel your cock before you go?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her hand went in. She moaned as she felt a mans cock for the very first time. “Tomorrow night I want to feel it more, I love it. It excites me so much.” She said.
———-
…..Kate lay in bed smiling. She thought…This is working out fine. Not only is Candy secretly paying me for the ’boyfriend rental’ but I’ve met this co-worker guy that gets me real horny in the back room at work. He loves to feel my tits and in my panties. I sneak in a handful of his cock. We found a place where we can fuck anytime we want. Jack, not knowing a thing about this, just makes it all the more exciting.
…..Candy’s thoughts about Jack and Kate….
…..They think I’m this naïve girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s just how I want them to think. My daddy didn’t raise a dummy. He told me that if you find a man you want, just do whatever it takes to get him for yourself. I want Jack and soon I’ll have him away from Kate. She doesn’t care about him, otherwise she wouldn’t let me rent him. She cute alright, but I have something she doesn’t….money and brains.
Jack….
…..I told Kate I had to go and do things that evening. I arrived at Candy’s big house and she was waiting in a beautiful black night gown. We sat with some mixed drinks.
….. Something was different…..
….. She told me how she felt about me and “what ever it took“, she wanted me as her boyfriend.
…..Gone was the naïve Candy and now a sharp, business savvy girl came to the surface. She said not to concern myself with Kate anymore. She told me about Kate’s boyfriend at work and that she was paying to ’rent’ me from Kate…
….I sat in shock at the real Candy. The girl I had gotten great desires for, and her for me….the desires just got greater between us. Now the fun began with a beautiful girl…..
….In that one night, I became her boyfriend and personal sexual trainer.
…..She told me her daddy had her working in his business at age 6. Seven days a week. Now she wanted to catch up on those lost years when boy meets girl and things happen naturally.
….The night began. The ’sex’ lessons were beautiful. I was training a beautiful girl to have sex just the way I liked it. I stood her up and danced first. Her sweet body next to mine was hot as we felt whatever we wanted to. We went back down to her couch and we laid next to each other. I ’showed’ her about foreplay between man and woman again. She like that part and she slowly took my clothes off and I took hers too. We let our arm and legs go as they wanted. Two happy naked people kissing and licking tits, dicks, pussy and just all over. She was free to moan now and she let it out.
….We could hardly make it to her big bed. Instant 69 as she became hyper with excitement.
….. Our foreplay was building into a moaning squirming mass of wet oral sex. I loved to hear her moan with pleasure as I licked her pussy for the first time. She orgasmed so hard, she shook like a wild woman. Her lips found all my hot spots on my cock and she honed in on them. I had to stop her as she was going to make me cum right in her mouth and didn’t realize it. I wanted that for later. Finally I spun her around and grabbed her legs and put them up. I just had to lick her again and watch her orgasm again so hot. In went my cock slowly as she trembled and moaned. It was her first and her fingers dug into my back.
….. “OOOOHHH”….she yelled as my cock went deeper into her tight pussy. She didn’t hold back her feelings and moaned continuously. She adjusted to my cock and started panting as we started fucking. Damn she was nice and tight, and it felt good. Her legs shook around my shoulders as our cums were building up to the time we both had waited for. Her trembling hands were pulling on me, taking me deeper in her tight pussy.
…When my cock touched bottom in her pussy….and kept touching it…she lost it and started fucking me so fast and then locked me up with a thrust and a scream of joy….I can’t put in words the joy we both felt. We felt like we had left planet earth in a rocket. “Squeeze Candy…squeeze!” I moaned and she learned how right then and there. I shot rapid fire cum shots in her until I fell weak. The poor girl was out of it, moaning and squirming. She acted like she had gone crazy and mumbled pleasure sounds. She kept squeezing my cock like it was her toy to keep. My cock kept cuming without any cum left. I got so dizzy I had to let my brain take me to euphoria with her……….I went out…
….It was still dark as I tried to open my eyes. I felt a warm girls mouth on my cock…I just smiled and let her play…I smelled the aroma of a freshly showered woman’s pussy….I opened my eyes a little and right in front of my face was Candy’s sweet pussy. I pulled to me and let my tongue have it way with it. I loved the moaning around my cock as she took it in deep. Her pussy was wet with her sex and I licked every part of it. Her hips moved with my probing tongue as we got a rhythm going. Her head worked my cock as I felt a huge rising cum on the way. She knew it too somehow, and held my flexing balls. I had to cum, I had no choice as I stiffened up to her sucking and her tongue circling my cock head. The first shot made her squeal and down her lips went to take all of my cock in her wet mouth. I shot and shot as my cock took control. Her pussy trembled as it thrust on my tongue. My ears began to ring as she moaned so loud. …..We both ……well…no words can ever possibly describe it… we both moaned until we went out again…..
…..All I can remember of that,… just the first night with Candy, were my thoughts….
….’Jack…life is good’….

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She Rented my Boyfriend

She Rented my boyfriend
…..I sat in the her driveway in my new car. I couldn’t stop smiling with contentment. My cock was sore and it felt good….I thought back on how I got here…..I said to myself…..
…‘Jack…life is good.’
————-
…..I called her ‘Candy’. Her name was Candice. We stood there hugging and feeling our body’s. She was shaking and breathing hard. She had never had a man get her sexually excited before. I was feeling her body, and she was loving this. She had a hot figure, nice tits, hot legs and had gotten herself….. hooked on me.
…..She had been terribly sheltered in life. Daddy had big bucks and set her up good for life. Then daddy died. I met her at that point.
….My girlfriend Kate was a makeup artist and got a call to go to her big house to help her look good for some business meeting. I just happened to go with her that day because her car was in the shop. Kate and Candy became instant friends as Candy seemed pretty helpless, lonely, very young and needed a friend. She already looked hot to me, but Kate was getting paid good to do her makeup. I sat and watched as Kate made her look very hot. Candy keep looking at me for a reaction. I really just smiled and told her she looked sexy. She liked that and kept looking at me with her sexy smile. She was hot, and didn’t really need Kate’s help at all.
……She brought Candy to our house one evening to just to visit. Kate, had told me Candy need some ’street wise’ education bad. I said I could help her with the real world ways. As I looked at this naïve beauty, my cock started to rise to attention.
She spent a lot of evenings with us, but Kate had to get up at 3am to go to the movie studios to work. Kate went to bed very early, so that left Candy and I….alone.
…..It didn’t take long and Candy started in dressing in sexy clothes. She sat closer and closer on the couch after Kate went to bed. I found out she was just legal age and had never had sex, never had a man feel her up or anything. Daddy had kept men away from her. She had private teachers and not much contact with the outside world of theirs. Their mom had left when she was little and daddy just hired what was needed for them.
…..After a while I slowly found out why daddy kept her isolated from the outside world….
…. Daddy would have her undress for him while he watched and jacked off in the shadows of her room. He had her finger her pussy and feel her own tits. She liked the attention and the feelings. He hadn’t touched her….yet, and then he died in a plane crash. He did tell her when she turned legal age, he would show her about sex and a lot of new things…and…they could have sex.
…..She was very horny and excited waiting…. then he died 4 days before her birthday.
….She hinted that someone like ’me’ could maybe show her all about sex.
…..I whispered that I would ’help’ her, but it would take lots of practice. I said we could do a little ’practice’ quietly while Kate slept.
….. Lesson 1, ’Tongue kissing and feeling our bodies’, I told her.
It didn’t take much to get her hot. Just touching her neck, and I had to stop as she started to tremble and moan. I said we’d better do this at her house alone, so as not to wake Kate. She whispered excitedly that she had tingles in her pussy and her tits already.
…..I walked her out to her car and we sat and talked. She asked if we could do the kissing and feeling thing some more. I slowly laid her down in the front seat and laid on top of her. We started in as I slipped my hand into her blouse and felt those nice tits. She opened her legs and started in pushing her pussy up to my boner. I pulled up her dress and slipped my hand in her wet panties and slit. She moaned and jumped each time I felt her clit. “Oh god…when can we have sex, I want to have sex with you so bad….could we maybe have sex right now?” She asked.
…..“Tomorrow night, too many people might see us here.” I said. She said: “Ok, but can I feel your cock before you go?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her hand went in. She moaned as she felt a mans cock for the very first time. “Tomorrow night I want to feel it more, I love it. It excites me so much.” She said.
———-
…..Kate lay in bed smiling. She thought…This is working out fine. Not only is Candy secretly paying me for the ’boyfriend rental’ but I’ve met this co-worker guy that gets me real horny in the back room at work. He loves to feel my tits and in my panties. I sneak in a handful of his cock. We found a place where we can fuck anytime we want. Jack, not knowing a thing about this, just makes it all the more exciting.
…..Candy’s thoughts about Jack and Kate….
…..They think I’m this naïve girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s just how I want them to think. My daddy didn’t raise a dummy. He told me that if you find a man you want, just do whatever it takes to get him for yourself. I want Jack and soon I’ll have him away from Kate. She doesn’t care about him, otherwise she wouldn’t let me rent him. She cute alright, but I have something she doesn’t….money and brains.
Jack….
…..I told Kate I had to go and do things that evening. I arrived at Candy’s big house and she was waiting in a beautiful black night gown. We sat with some mixed drinks.
….. Something was different…..
….. She told me how she felt about me and “what ever it took“, she wanted me as her boyfriend.
…..Gone was the naïve Candy and now a sharp, business savvy girl came to the surface. She said not to concern myself with Kate anymore. She told me about Kate’s boyfriend at work and that she was paying to ’rent’ me from Kate…
….I sat in shock at the real Candy. The girl I had gotten great desires for, and her for me….the desires just got greater between us. Now the fun began with a beautiful girl…..
….In that one night, I became her boyfriend and personal sexual trainer.
…..She told me her daddy had her working in his business at age 6. Seven days a week. Now she wanted to catch up on those lost years when boy meets girl and things happen naturally.
….The night began. The ’sex’ lessons were beautiful. I was training a beautiful girl to have sex just the way I liked it. I stood her up and danced first. Her sweet body next to mine was hot as we felt whatever we wanted to. We went back down to her couch and we laid next to each other. I ’showed’ her about foreplay between man and woman again. She like that part and she slowly took my clothes off and I took hers too. We let our arm and legs go as they wanted. Two happy naked people kissing and licking tits, dicks, pussy and just all over. She was free to moan now and she let it out.
….We could hardly make it to her big bed. Instant 69 as she became hyper with excitement.
….. Our foreplay was building into a moaning squirming mass of wet oral sex. I loved to hear her moan with pleasure as I licked her pussy for the first time. She orgasmed so hard, she shook like a wild woman. Her lips found all my hot spots on my cock and she honed in on them. I had to stop her as she was going to make me cum right in her mouth and didn’t realize it. I wanted that for later. Finally I spun her around and grabbed her legs and put them up. I just had to lick her again and watch her orgasm again so hot. In went my cock slowly as she trembled and moaned. It was her first and her fingers dug into my back.
….. “OOOOHHH”….she yelled as my cock went deeper into her tight pussy. She didn’t hold back her feelings and moaned continuously. She adjusted to my cock and started panting as we started fucking. Damn she was nice and tight, and it felt good. Her legs shook around my shoulders as our cums were building up to the time we both had waited for. Her trembling hands were pulling on me, taking me deeper in her tight pussy.
…When my cock touched bottom in her pussy….and kept touching it…she lost it and started fucking me so fast and then locked me up with a thrust and a scream of joy….I can’t put in words the joy we both felt. We felt like we had left planet earth in a rocket. “Squeeze Candy…squeeze!” I moaned and she learned how right then and there. I shot rapid fire cum shots in her until I fell weak. The poor girl was out of it, moaning and squirming. She acted like she had gone crazy and mumbled pleasure sounds. She kept squeezing my cock like it was her toy to keep. My cock kept cuming without any cum left. I got so dizzy I had to let my brain take me to euphoria with her……….I went out…
….It was still dark as I tried to open my eyes. I felt a warm girls mouth on my cock…I just smiled and let her play…I smelled the aroma of a freshly showered woman’s pussy….I opened my eyes a little and right in front of my face was Candy’s sweet pussy. I pulled to me and let my tongue have it way with it. I loved the moaning around my cock as she took it in deep. Her pussy was wet with her sex and I licked every part of it. Her hips moved with my probing tongue as we got a rhythm going. Her head worked my cock as I felt a huge rising cum on the way. She knew it too somehow, and held my flexing balls. I had to cum, I had no choice as I stiffened up to her sucking and her tongue circling my cock head. The first shot made her squeal and down her lips went to take all of my cock in her wet mouth. I shot and shot as my cock took control. Her pussy trembled as it thrust on my tongue. My ears began to ring as she moaned so loud. …..We both ……well…no words can ever possibly describe it… we both moaned until we went out again…..
…..All I can remember of that,… just the first night with Candy, were my thoughts….
….’Jack…life is good’….

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She Rented my Boyfriend

She Rented my boyfriend
…..I sat in the her driveway in my new car. I couldn’t stop smiling with contentment. My cock was sore and it felt good….I thought back on how I got here…..I said to myself…..
…‘Jack…life is good.’
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…..I called her ‘Candy’. Her name was Candice. We stood there hugging and feeling our body’s. She was shaking and breathing hard. She had never had a man get her sexually excited before. I was feeling her body, and she was loving this. She had a hot figure, nice tits, hot legs and had gotten herself….. hooked on me.
…..She had been terribly sheltered in life. Daddy had big bucks and set her up good for life. Then daddy died. I met her at that point.
….My girlfriend Kate was a makeup artist and got a call to go to her big house to help her look good for some business meeting. I just happened to go with her that day because her car was in the shop. Kate and Candy became instant friends as Candy seemed pretty helpless, lonely, very young and needed a friend. She already looked hot to me, but Kate was getting paid good to do her makeup. I sat and watched as Kate made her look very hot. Candy keep looking at me for a reaction. I really just smiled and told her she looked sexy. She liked that and kept looking at me with her sexy smile. She was hot, and didn’t really need Kate’s help at all.
……She brought Candy to our house one evening to just to visit. Kate, had told me Candy need some ’street wise’ education bad. I said I could help her with the real world ways. As I looked at this naïve beauty, my cock started to rise to attention.
She spent a lot of evenings with us, but Kate had to get up at 3am to go to the movie studios to work. Kate went to bed very early, so that left Candy and I….alone.
…..It didn’t take long and Candy started in dressing in sexy clothes. She sat closer and closer on the couch after Kate went to bed. I found out she was just legal age and had never had sex, never had a man feel her up or anything. Daddy had kept men away from her. She had private teachers and not much contact with the outside world of theirs. Their mom had left when she was little and daddy just hired what was needed for them.
…..After a while I slowly found out why daddy kept her isolated from the outside world….
…. Daddy would have her undress for him while he watched and jacked off in the shadows of her room. He had her finger her pussy and feel her own tits. She liked the attention and the feelings. He hadn’t touched her….yet, and then he died in a plane crash. He did tell her when she turned legal age, he would show her about sex and a lot of new things…and…they could have sex.
…..She was very horny and excited waiting…. then he died 4 days before her birthday.
….She hinted that someone like ’me’ could maybe show her all about sex.
…..I whispered that I would ’help’ her, but it would take lots of practice. I said we could do a little ’practice’ quietly while Kate slept.
….. Lesson 1, ’Tongue kissing and feeling our bodies’, I told her.
It didn’t take much to get her hot. Just touching her neck, and I had to stop as she started to tremble and moan. I said we’d better do this at her house alone, so as not to wake Kate. She whispered excitedly that she had tingles in her pussy and her tits already.
…..I walked her out to her car and we sat and talked. She asked if we could do the kissing and feeling thing some more. I slowly laid her down in the front seat and laid on top of her. We started in as I slipped my hand into her blouse and felt those nice tits. She opened her legs and started in pushing her pussy up to my boner. I pulled up her dress and slipped my hand in her wet panties and slit. She moaned and jumped each time I felt her clit. “Oh god…when can we have sex, I want to have sex with you so bad….could we maybe have sex right now?” She asked.
…..“Tomorrow night, too many people might see us here.” I said. She said: “Ok, but can I feel your cock before you go?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her hand went in. She moaned as she felt a mans cock for the very first time. “Tomorrow night I want to feel it more, I love it. It excites me so much.” She said.
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…..Kate lay in bed smiling. She thought…This is working out fine. Not only is Candy secretly paying me for the ’boyfriend rental’ but I’ve met this co-worker guy that gets me real horny in the back room at work. He loves to feel my tits and in my panties. I sneak in a handful of his cock. We found a place where we can fuck anytime we want. Jack, not knowing a thing about this, just makes it all the more exciting.
…..Candy’s thoughts about Jack and Kate….
…..They think I’m this naïve girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s just how I want them to think. My daddy didn’t raise a dummy. He told me that if you find a man you want, just do whatever it takes to get him for yourself. I want Jack and soon I’ll have him away from Kate. She doesn’t care about him, otherwise she wouldn’t let me rent him. She cute alright, but I have something she doesn’t….money and brains.
Jack….
…..I told Kate I had to go and do things that evening. I arrived at Candy’s big house and she was waiting in a beautiful black night gown. We sat with some mixed drinks.
….. Something was different…..
….. She told me how she felt about me and “what ever it took“, she wanted me as her boyfriend.
…..Gone was the naïve Candy and now a sharp, business savvy girl came to the surface. She said not to concern myself with Kate anymore. She told me about Kate’s boyfriend at work and that she was paying to ’rent’ me from Kate…
….I sat in shock at the real Candy. The girl I had gotten great desires for, and her for me….the desires just got greater between us. Now the fun began with a beautiful girl…..
….In that one night, I became her boyfriend and personal sexual trainer.
…..She told me her daddy had her working in his business at age 6. Seven days a week. Now she wanted to catch up on those lost years when boy meets girl and things happen naturally.
….The night began. The ’sex’ lessons were beautiful. I was training a beautiful girl to have sex just the way I liked it. I stood her up and danced first. Her sweet body next to mine was hot as we felt whatever we wanted to. We went back down to her couch and we laid next to each other. I ’showed’ her about foreplay between man and woman again. She like that part and she slowly took my clothes off and I took hers too. We let our arm and legs go as they wanted. Two happy naked people kissing and licking tits, dicks, pussy and just all over. She was free to moan now and she let it out.
….We could hardly make it to her big bed. Instant 69 as she became hyper with excitement.
….. Our foreplay was building into a moaning squirming mass of wet oral sex. I loved to hear her moan with pleasure as I licked her pussy for the first time. She orgasmed so hard, she shook like a wild woman. Her lips found all my hot spots on my cock and she honed in on them. I had to stop her as she was going to make me cum right in her mouth and didn’t realize it. I wanted that for later. Finally I spun her around and grabbed her legs and put them up. I just had to lick her again and watch her orgasm again so hot. In went my cock slowly as she trembled and moaned. It was her first and her fingers dug into my back.
….. “OOOOHHH”….she yelled as my cock went deeper into her tight pussy. She didn’t hold back her feelings and moaned continuously. She adjusted to my cock and started panting as we started fucking. Damn she was nice and tight, and it felt good. Her legs shook around my shoulders as our cums were building up to the time we both had waited for. Her trembling hands were pulling on me, taking me deeper in her tight pussy.
…When my cock touched bottom in her pussy….and kept touching it…she lost it and started fucking me so fast and then locked me up with a thrust and a scream of joy….I can’t put in words the joy we both felt. We felt like we had left planet earth in a rocket. “Squeeze Candy…squeeze!” I moaned and she learned how right then and there. I shot rapid fire cum shots in her until I fell weak. The poor girl was out of it, moaning and squirming. She acted like she had gone crazy and mumbled pleasure sounds. She kept squeezing my cock like it was her toy to keep. My cock kept cuming without any cum left. I got so dizzy I had to let my brain take me to euphoria with her……….I went out…
….It was still dark as I tried to open my eyes. I felt a warm girls mouth on my cock…I just smiled and let her play…I smelled the aroma of a freshly showered woman’s pussy….I opened my eyes a little and right in front of my face was Candy’s sweet pussy. I pulled to me and let my tongue have it way with it. I loved the moaning around my cock as she took it in deep. Her pussy was wet with her sex and I licked every part of it. Her hips moved with my probing tongue as we got a rhythm going. Her head worked my cock as I felt a huge rising cum on the way. She knew it too somehow, and held my flexing balls. I had to cum, I had no choice as I stiffened up to her sucking and her tongue circling my cock head. The first shot made her squeal and down her lips went to take all of my cock in her wet mouth. I shot and shot as my cock took control. Her pussy trembled as it thrust on my tongue. My ears began to ring as she moaned so loud. …..We both ……well…no words can ever possibly describe it… we both moaned until we went out again…..
…..All I can remember of that,… just the first night with Candy, were my thoughts….
….’Jack…life is good’….

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