Trapped Ch 4
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Mexican domestic blackmailed into sex by her employer, he takes
her three beautiful daughters as well.

MF-Mf-ff-Ff-BDSM-violence-language
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The idea for this story came from a member of AOL who declined to
allow me to give him credit. But he knows who he his and how
grateful I am for the idea.


By William DuPain and unknown


There was a note on her pillow when Robert woke the next morning,
explaining how she had to go to the market and do some shopping
for her mother. It told him she would be back later and that she
wanted to play some more when she returned, it was signed "With
Love your slave."


He found his skives and slid them on then headed out to get his
morning pee. When he finished evacuating his kidneys and finished
the rest of his morning hygiene he returned to his room to get
dressed. Next he headed downstairs for a cup of tea and found the
entire house in desolation, as it were, without a breathing soul
in attendance anywhere.


No one had said a word about deserting him, so he did the manly
thing, and prepared his own cup of tea. He had no more put the
cream in, and had a sip, before the door chime began calling.
Reluctantly he headed to the front door and opened it, for what
he knew would be the surprise of his Saturday.


She was petite, and gorgeous, with short shimmering blonde hair
that trailed her jawbone and hung slightly lower in the front
than it was in the back. She wore small bright dangles and her
eyes were green. Her breasts looked large but they really weren't
and her hips curved nicely from her thin waist.


"Hello, how may I help you?" he asked her.


"May I step in please," she asked, sounding all of business.


"Yes, please, and welcome to my home, I'm Robert Worthington and
I don't believe I know you," he hailed, at her entry.


"Well sir, you know my husband that's for certain, you beat him
while he attended a party her. My name is Loreesa Perry, and I
want to know why?" she asked directly.


Robert was almost sure, that this was not going to go well!


"Madam, what has your husband told you?" he asked her.


"Not much, he would rather not pursue this matter, but I am not
of the same mind sir," she said, with her pretty head held high,
and her eyes holding his unafraid.


"He raped a fifteen year old young woman here in my house at that
party Mrs. Perry, that's why!" he explained.


"That's impossible he doesn't even," ... she broke here, her eyes
falling to the floor, her words going quickly to silence.


"Doesn't what Mrs. Perry, have any interest in sex?" he inquired.


She glanced up at him and looked into his eyes, too stunned at
having almost given her secret away to a stranger, to think of
anything to say.


"You're a cold fish between the sheets aren't you Loreesa?" he
mocked.


Her eyes fell to the floor, as she mumbled, "no it isn't that, he
has no interest in me anymore," she whispered.


He took hold of her arm and led into his study through the door
they were standing next to. He stopped in front of his desk,
turned her toward him, her eyes were confused, and the cheeks of
her face flamed rose.


He turned her back around, placed her hands on top of his desk so
she was slightly bent over, and started to unbutton her dress,
his fingers gently caressing her nipples, as he undid those
fasteners above them. He noticed her breathing had picked up a
little, as her breasts were rising and falling more rapidly now.


"Mr. Worthington, you shouldn't be doing that," she whispered.


"But you want me to do this Mrs. Perry," he answered softly.


"Yes ... God help me, I do," she whimpered.


His cock was hard pressed against the swell of her ass, as he
worked from behind her, she smelled of soap, shampoo and sweet
perfume. Her dress hung open at her sides now and Roberts's hand
slipped under the fine lace of her panties to seek her mound, he
found her and he made her body shiver. She was nearly hairless
holding only a small tuft of her exotic silk above her crevice.


"Are you a slut Loreesa?" he asked, point blank.


"If that's what you want sir, than yes Robert, I'm a slut," she
whispered.


"You've played this game before, haven't you dear?" he asked


"Once in college with my boyfriend sir," she said.


"Do you know what I do to demanding little girls like you
Loreesa?" he asked her, as he picked up the black, ruby studded
crop beside his desk.


She shivered again before she answered, "No sir, I don't."


He raised the hem of her dress and lightly smacked the firm,
round cheek, of Mrs. Perry's tight, beautiful ass, where she
stood. She jumped, he struck again and she reclined at an even
sharper angle over his desk.


"How dare you come into my home and demand explanations from me
on behalf of your rapist husband!!" he bellowed, as he struck her
repeatedly.


"I'm sorry, I didn't know about the abuse," she whined.


"If you'd stay home and fucked him once in a while, and stop
running around trying to conduct his business behind his back,
their might not have been any abuse," he shouted.


She broke out crying, and for a moment Robert thought he may have
went too far, he knew he was in sensitive territory regarding
their relationship. He slipped his hand between her legs and
began to stroke the front of her damp panties.


She sighed heavily, as she began to rock her hips gently back and
forth, her body thrilling with the presence of a male hand on her
at last. He slapped her ass, flat handed, and she barked out a
deep gasp.


"How long has it been Loreesa?" he inquired gently.


"Much too long, sir," she responded.


She turned around suddenly, and kissed him, it was absolutely a
kiss that cried, "Please fuck me." She nearly ripped the rest of
her clothing from her body and stood before him with her eyes on
the floor. She was beautiful with her flat tummy, perfect
breasts, and rising mound.


"Lace your fingers together, place them at the back of your head,
and then lean back slightly Mrs. Perry," he instructed.


She did as he had ordered and Robert was pleased with her
presentation, her firm young breasts stood out beautifully. Her
stance was just wide enough to allow easy visual inspection of
her well rounded lower lips, as they hung gaping beautifully
before him.


Robert bent over slightly in front of her and sucked her nipple
into his mouth, rolling his tongue slowly around it; she arched
against his mouth, and moaned. Roberts finger slowly rose up her
thigh, to the junction of her tenderness, and began to play in
the wetness of her folds while he continued to suck her breast.


His forefinger flicked her clit gently, and she jumped from the
over sensitivity of her long neglected organ. He went gently
after that, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he knew he
would. She was heated already, and flowing nicely down below, and
he didn't want to spoil it for her.


He then kneeled in front of her and his tongue quickly swiped the
length of her crevice, she brought her hands down immediately to
his head and began to grind her mound into his face. She was fast
heading for the edge of sexual oblivion, as she bucked against
him with a ferocity that told of her long held desperation!


Robert stopped, for fear she would explode too soon, and stood up
in front of her.


"Present yourself," he ordered.


Loreesa kneeled immediately, the fingers of her hands laced
together and behind her head, as she assumed her very best
posture before him, with her eyes straight ahead.


"Very good my beautiful slut, your time to execution was good and
your form is very beautiful my dear," he complemented the
gorgeous blonde. He had seen her lips almost lift to a smile, as
he praised her, but he would not criticize that after such a
wonderful effort.


He slid down his zipper and fumbled for his erection as he
watched her, he could easily see her eyelids flutter briefly, as
he pulled his cock out in front of her. He stepped closer to the
young woman and ordered her to open her mouth wide, which she
did.


Robert eased his cock into the heat of her mouth as she kneeled
their perfectly motionless, and started to fuck her! She made no
attempt to suck him, as he explored her cavity with his cock.


"You may now suck me slave," he told her.


"May I reposition sir?" she asked him.


"You have complete freedom to service me slave," he told her.


Without hesitation she took him in her mouth and her hunger was
readily apparent, she was good, and he wondered, what on earth
could be wrong with her husband. With gusto she went after her
task, her nose smashing into Roberts pelvis forcefully, as she
all but inhaled his cock.


He had to stop her because he would have unloaded across her
tongue prematurely if he hadn't. He pulled out, and she groaned
out her deep dissatisfaction with this new turn of events.


"Rise slave, and lean over my desk," he told her.


She did stand, but placed both of her hands at the sides of his
face and held it as she kissed him. He had to admit, her lips
were charmed, and her tongue wicked in its doing. She managed to
reach deep inside the man, and touch things, no other woman even
knew existed.


When she finished, she pulled away, and looked deep in his eyes,
and he realized, she knew exactly how moved he had been by her
kiss. She smiled at him, as if it were some kind of a secret, she
would share with only him, then she assumed her assigned
position.


He moved behind her and entered her easily, immediately her frame
flexed along its entire length, and she sighed. His kissed and
nibbled the side of her neck, as he carefully stroked her. He
reached around to tease her nipples, as he whispered to her what
a marvelously hot slut she was, and how he enjoyed the sensation
of fucking her this way.


She exploded in front of him, driving herself back on his cock
with an avarice born out of her long neglect, crying out against
the day with a release that seemed more of desperation than
pleasure. He continued fucking the vivacious blonde, and her
hunger was hardly diminished by her orgasm.


He slapped the side of her thigh and she jerked, and hissed, as
she continued to fuck herself back on his stiff member with wild
abandonment. It wasn't long until he felt again the flutter of
her cuntal passage as they fucked, and Robert knew he would not
be able to hold his seed back from her this time.


He shoved a finger deeply into her ass as he drove at her with
his dick, Jenny screamed, and tensed completely still, as her
pussy milked his cock, while her body was caught in throes of
another orgasm. He spilled everything he carried with him, deep
inside her clutching cavity, as she writhed severally at the edge
of his desk.


"You have served well slave, now clean your Master, with that
beautiful mouth," he told her.


She dropped to the floor in front of him and grasped his cock
with her small hand, then swallowed it whole, as her tongue began
to swirl around his shaft, cleaning the residue of his seed with
her mouth. He took her hand when she had finished and helped her
rise to her feet.


"Did I please you sir?" she asked timidly.


"In everyway my dear, your husband is a complete fool Mrs. Perry,
to allow a treasure like you to rust away from lack of use as he
has," he told her.


"Thank you Master," she smiled.


"The game is now over Mrs. Perry," he told her.


"No, please, don't send me off this way, let me be your slave
when I can Robert, I need to be owned by someone like you, I need
this in my life!" she entreated.


"You wish to become my lover?" he asked.


"I'll serve you as best I can sir, and I will do anything for
you, please," she pleaded.


"I will not turn you away Mrs. Perry, I would be as big a fool as
your husband is to neglect such a beautiful need," he told her.


She caressed the cheek of his face with her fingers and kissed
his lips lightly as she whispered her "thank you" to him. He gave
her his cell number and email addresses and took hers before she
left.


"Please, if you can, tell the young woman how sorry I am about
this whole incident," she said.


They kissed again at the door before she went through it and back
to her normal, respectable life.

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He had just finished his tea when Maria, Imelda, and Angela
walked in looking as if they'd brought the whole store back with
them.


"Do I have any money left?" he asked Maria.


"We left you a little," she said smiling widely.


"Would you mind terribly if I were to run off with one of your
daughters this afternoon Mrs. Sanchez," he asked her.


"No, please take them all Roberto, then I can finish what I have
left to do," she said with a giggle.


"Thank you Madam, you're very gracious, but I only need the one,"
he said, with a smile.


He turned to Angela and told her to dress for an outing; that he
was taking her to lunch, and then maybe shopping. She came down
the stairs about ten minutes later in a light once piece affair
with burned orange patches and tan with earth tone colors
attending.


White high heels and belt, and a single strand of white pearls
hung about her neck, she was flawless as she stood before him.
The dress flowed from her hips like a long meaningful caress and
ended just above her knees.


He whistled at her, and her smile was shy as he looked into her
eyes and found the excitement of her impending adventure there.
He lifted his fingers to the side of her face and stroked her
skin gently and she smiled again not yet lifting her eyes to meet
his.


"You are lovely beyond description," he told her.


"Thank you Mr. Worthington," she responded.


Angela smiled as he held the car door for her entrance, she
deliberately let her dress slide high on her thigh as he watched
her. Somehow he had been able to make her feel very sexy every
time he was around her lately. He had started treating her like a
woman of maturity, and it made her feel like a lady of class
inside.


Robert started the big Chrysler and motored quickly away from his
large house in the valley. He had decided to take her to
Christopher's for tossed salad and crab bisque, the décor of the
sheik West Des Moines restaurant, was elegant, and impressive and
the food was incredible.


He opened the door for her and caught an eyeful of her firm,
creamy thigh, as she made her exit with dramatic class. He took
her arm and led her in, as she tried to make small talk along the
way.


After they had ordered, he asked her if she'd noticed all the
male eyes on her when she entered the place, she only giggled
lightly. Then he asked if she had any idea what they all wanted
to do with her right now, her reply was a deep blush.


He was pleased to find that the subject of sex was not repulsive
to her after her recent trauma. She seemed to be adjusting well
and he sincerely hoped it would continue that way


They sat and engaged in quiet conversation as they ate, he
seeking to find her interest and also instill some new ideas
toward a career for the young woman. When they had finished the
last of the wine, and the meal, they returned to the car and
motored toward the Jordan Creek complex for a little shopping.


Angela clung to his arm for the duration of the ride to the
complex, her legs curled up on the seat and her dress
provocatively amiss at her thighs. He couldn't help but reach
over and caress the warm skin of her inner leg, and when he did,
she parted wider them for him.


He took her first thing to the Victoria's Secrets salon,
explaining to her along the way that he had noticed her undies
were a bit dated when he saw them on the kitchen floor.


She had stopped him dead in his tracks after that statement with
her hearts mist, swelling in her dark eyes. "Please don't mention
that Mr. Worthington, if I could I would take it all back," she
had told him softly.


"It's ok Angela, in spite of the things that were said, you were
very sexy down there doing what you did. By the way, I fully
intend to sit between your legs and help you masturbate my
beautiful young woman!"


"I can't wait," she whispered, as she took his arm again.


The clerk was a beautiful woman of maturity, about forty, he
would guess, with full breasts, and outlandishly provocative hips
and derriere. She was charming and very helpful as Angela tried
on several pieces, Angela loved the "Jacquard merry widow in
peach, but he liked the VS logo lace halter baby doll, because it
made her cleavage heavenly! "


With each new piece Angela would rush out exposing her half
dressed condition, to show him what had excited her. He noticed,
while he waited at the little curtain draped entrance, that as
the clerk helped her into and out of these charming accessories,
that her fingers tended toward license in the area of her breasts
and vulva. It was a subtle distinction, without any outright
aggression, but just as effective at any rate.


Robert chose a dark navy blue and white polka dot Bustier set
with a pair of nylons with red spandex at the top. Again the
clerk's fingers danced lightly around her mound as she helped her
pull the bottom up in place. They took all the outfits and pour
Angela was about done for, by the time they had finished.


"Is she your daughter sir?" the clerk asked.


"No madam she's the daughter of a friend," he responded.


"You're a lucky man to have such friends," she observed.


He returned her smile with a knowing look, he knew what she
wanted, but it was the wrong time, and the wrong girl.


He took her to jewelry shop before they left and let her look
over accessories she fell in love with a small pair of platinum
earrings in the shape of a bow.


"I wish I could have those," she had said.


Robert leaned over and whispered in her ear, as his hand caressed
the cheek of her buttock and she giggled.


"But you know you'll get that already," she teased. He purchased
them for her before they left.


It was a beautiful fall day; it was that time of season when the
leaves of the trees cried out with a song of color, their
haunting melody of seduction for Mother Nature. While the season
began to reclaim all green life, to hold it in perpetuity, until
the arrival of springs warm smile again, when the magic of life
would begin all over again.


He took a different route back to their Napa valley, Iowa home,
and drove to the water works. Where the river ran wild in its
twisting turns, and nourished the foliage at its banks.


They stopped at the auto park, disembarked the vehicle, and she
stood beside him in front of the car. The wind was softly at it,
in the trees around them, while the sunlight danced the rushing
waters with explosive bursts of luminance at its many crests.


"Have you enjoyed yourself Angela," he asked her, without looking
her way.


"Yes, very much so Roberto, thank you my charm," she replied
gently.


He turned and kissed her, his hand falling to the ripeness of her
full, young breast, and gently teased her there. She was
impassioned with his first touch, and pressed her young form hard
against him.


His hand found her hem and raised it as his warm hand scaled the
heights of her thigh seeking the stronghold of her sexual
passions. She gave no resistance, but declared him victor, as she
widened her stance when his hand slipped inside her panties.


When he found her, she sighed, when he passed his finger over the
little monk, she shivered in his arms. With each kiss her urgency
intensified, and her lips became more demanding, until at last
her small hand took hold of his wrist forcefully, and began to
guide his movements on her body.


"Please take me, here, now, in the beautiful light of this moment
make love to me please!" she pleaded, with desperation in her
voice.


Reaching up under dress, he slipped her underwear down around her
ankles and then shoved them in his jacket pocket. He carefully
leaned her back on the hood of the car and kneeling in front of
her, Robert began to eat her.


She sang out against the day, as his tongue took her soul to new
places in her mind and introduced her to the pleasures of her own
flesh. His hands worked her breasts, as his mouth drove her
forward into the roaring flames of her need, to be tired in its
fire and found clean at the other side.


She didn't last long, she fevered fast, and as she approached her
summit she babbled apologies and sweet endearments, very often in
the same sentence. She cringed and whimpered, when it took her
far away, her body bucking upward fiercely against his face,
until she could stand no more and begged him to stop.


He stood, looked down to find her lips still pulsing with the
force of her come, and took out his cock. He took her gently, as
his fingers stroked the side of her neck, but Angela captured the
back of his hand, and moved it to her breast, and then squeezed
it there for him.


She was incredibly tight around him, and the slick softness of
her passage made him doubt his ability to control his timing. He
had not had a problem like that since his teens, and he was
amazed at the ability of this hot-blooded teen to stress his
control that way.


Angela was moaning again beneath him as she began to arch in time
with his thrusting, her brow was deeply pinched, her lips taunt
and her eyes closed as the sensation of their fucking carried her
away again.


He let one high heel rest on the bumper and rolled her body, as
he lifted her other leg higher and then he began to smack her
cheek. She groaned with the light blows and began to hiss, as she
reached down between her legs to rub herself.


Robert paused, and with her cheek glowing he began to tease her
anal slit with a single finger. With every pass of his digit she
jerked and cried out, as he continued to pound her hot opening.


He felt her flutter around him, none to soon either, because
Robert was completely out of control. His cock began to buck
wildly inside her body as she erupted again, her fingers tearing
at her own clothing, as it hit her like a tidal wave.


As her passion flashed across her eyes like the explosion of some
dying star, he caught the fleeting essence of Angela's true
beauty there. And his heart went humble in awe of the thing seen,
never had his eyes held a sweeter revelation concerning the human
heart than here, today. As her sweet, young soul, bared itself
through the eyes of unbridled truth, in the moment of her
gripping consummation.


Her face was soft, and her eyes peaceful, as the warm wind passed
over their bodies and carried the song of the leaves down river
in its passing. She stood, just a bit shaky and no words were
spoken between them, she simply turned toward him and gave him a
hug.


She sat close for the rest of the ride home clinging to his arm,
at peace in his presence, and Robert was glad they had finally
resolved all issues between them. When they entered the house
Angela stretched up placing her arms around his neck and
whispered her sweet parting in his ear, then went upstairs to put
her things away.


Robert stepped into his study to check his text and phone
messages; he was not at all surprised to see a message from his
Mrs. Perry.


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Dear Master

I haven't been able to think of anything but you since we parted,
and the memory of your touch produces the most profound
sensations below, even requiring that I change my garments in the
middle of the day, having soaked them with my daydreams.


Please, when may I see you again?

Obediently,
                    L.P.

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He smiled, "she was really something he thought ... her husband
did not understand the thing he was missing in her."


End part 4                             WilliamDuPain@gmail.com