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 ï>¿The Party by alexa_r

   The Party Epilogue

   We wrap up the previous night's fun with a short stop.

   "Now, let's get you cleaned up, little one." Jon smiled.

   Jon wrapped a thick white robe around me and took my hand as we followed
Fiona to one of their guest rooms.  I padded along in my bare feet,
squeezing Jon's hand as we walked.  Stopping at one of the rooms, Fiona
opened the door to what could only be described as a luxury suite like
something one would find at the Four Seasons.

   "I think that you'll find everything that you need.  I'll leave you two
alone and see you at breakfast." Fiona smiled and with a wink, closed the
door as she left.

   "Oh my god, Jon!  This is amazing!  I think it's half the size of my
house!" I exclaimed.

   Laughing, Jon nodded, teasing, "Maybe, not including your garage or
patio of course."

   "Of course!" I laughed.

   Jon motioned to the vanity, "Sit down."

   I smiled and obeyed, settling into the soft cushion of the stool facing
him.  I shivered slightly as Jon slid the robe off of my shoulders to my
elbows.

   "Now, let's get your jewelry off before you shower."

   I nodded, letting out a soft sigh as he gently began to remove my nipple
jewelry.  I shivered again as his fingers brushed over my slightly swollen,
still tender nipples.  They hardened as he lightly rubbed them with his
thumbs.  He leaned forward to kiss them causing my areola to swell,
bringing a soft moan of pleasure to my lips and sending a wave of electric
warmth to my pussy.

   Pushing my legs apart, he began to remove the piercing in my clit hood.
His fingernail brushing my clit caused me to jump slightly.

   "Ohhhhhhh!" I moaned through slightly parted lips.

   "Still sensitive are we?" He teased.

   "God yes!"

   "I take it you enjoyed yourself tonight?" He smiled, looking into my
eyes.

   "Oh yes, yes, yes!" I loved it, thank you so much!

   He winked, "It was definitely my pleasure.  You know how much I love
your depravity."

   I laughed, trying to regain my composure.  "Well, it's all your fault
you know!"

   He laughed, "Uhuh, you were such a difficult student!"

   He kissed me softly, "Now, while you take off your makeup, I'll get the
shower started, I believe that you might need to 'freshen up'."

   Suddenly remembering that I was a mess, I turned on the stool to face
the mirror.  "Holy hell!" I murmured to myself.  "I'm definitely a fucking
mess!" Taking several tissues I began to use the makeup remover that Fiona
had left and began to clean off what was left of my makeup.  Finishing, I
went into the bathroom to the walk-in shower with its variety of heads
mounted on the ceiling and walls.  Jon was waiting for me, his tanned body
shimmering under the rain of the hot water.  The sight of his glistening
body brought another flash of heat to my belly as I joined him in the
shower.

   I closed my eyes, relishing the heat of the water and his hands on my
scalp as he squirted shampoo into his palm and began to work it into my
tangled mane.  I closed my eyes luxuriating in the feel of his hands and
the water as it cascaded over my body.  I closed my eyes, remembering the
excitement of the night.  They were more intense than anything I could have
imagined and yet, they were everything I had long fantasized about.  I had
shared those fantasies with Jon and we had incorporated many of them into
our play, but never anything as intense as overall intense as this night's.

   Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, he began to work conditioner into my
hair before his hands began to glide over me, soaping my body.  I moaned
softly at his touch, brushing over my breasts, pausing to rub his palms
over my nipples before sliding down over my belly to my mound.

   I moaned softly as his touch stoked the fire in my belly.  I thought,
"How could I still be this needy after having been fucked senseless over
the last several hours." I knew the answer, it was Him, his touch was
always electric.  I wriggled my bottom as I pushed back against him,
smiling as I felt his cock harden against my slick bottom.

   He growled softly into my ear as his fingers slid between my thighs and
between the lips of my cunt, teasing, pushing my bottom against his
hardening shaft.  He nudged my thighs apart, two fingers slipping into my
wet hole as his left hand slid back up my body to my throat.  I moaned as I
leaned my head against his shoulder, rocking my cunt against his fingers
while I ground my ass against his now hard cock.  Fucking his fingers
deeper, he leaned forward to flick his tongue over my ear before biting my
earlobe sending ripples of electric need through my body.

   "Ohhhh my god, yessss!" I moaned.

   "Yes, what little slut?" He whispered as his thumb danced over my clit.

   Writhing against his fingers and cock, I groaned, "Please fuck me!"

   As he turned me, I looked up into his eyes, my own glittering with lust
and need.  His right hand slid to the nape of my neck and pressed his mouth
against mine, smothering my open mouth with his in a deep, wet kiss, our
tongues dancing over one another.  Pressing his body hard against mine, he
slid his left hand over my back and down to my ass, his now fully hard cock
pressed against my slick belly.  I groaned and slid my hands around him to
his ass, digging my nails into his flesh and pressed him harder against my
body, needing to feel him inside of me.

   He growled softly and slid both hands under my bottom, lifting me up and
positioning my needy slit over his cock.  I quickly wrapped my legs around
him, moaning loudly as I slid down as his shaft filled me.  As the water
cascaded over our bodies, I hungrily attacked his mouth.  Bouncing on his
cock, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he teased my tongue, alternately
trapping it between his teeth and releasing it, swirling around the soft
pink flesh.

   Unable to control myself, I came, throwing my head back, my cries
echoing in the shower.  I clenched my cunt muscles around his cock as he
continued to piston in and out of my spasming hole.  As I felt another wave
crash over me, he came, shuddering as his seed shot deep inside of my body.
With a final shudder, he slumped back onto the tile seat in the shower,
holding me tightly as the last of our orgasms washed over us as the shower
continued to cascade over our quivering bodies.

   As our breathing returned to normal, he laughed softly, teasing me,
"Good Lord, you are an insatiable little slut!"

   I giggled and kissed him, "I'm your insatiable little slut!"

   "And I am a lucky man!"

   I winked as I slid off of him, a soft gasp escaping my lips as his cock
slipped out of me.  "Yes you are!"

   After he helped me rinse the conditioner from my hair, he took a large
plastic comb and gently ran it through my hair, untangling my blonde mane.
I stepped out of the shower and began to run a thick towel over my body. 
As he finished his shower, I handed him another towel.  Pausing my own
drying, I watched him as he ran the towel over his tanned, toned body and
wickedly wondered if I could make him hard again.

   I chuckled softly as I finished and wrapped a towel around my head.

   "What are you laughing at wicked one?" He grinned.

   "Oh nothing, nothing at all." I grinned.

   "You'll understand if I call 'bullshit' on that, won't you?" He laughed.

   "Ummmm, mebbe."

   Grinning, he led me back to the vanity and sat me down, drying my hair
and combing it out.  "I think I'll have to get it out of you when we get
home."

   "Or into me." I mumbled with a sly grin.

   Stepping back, he motioned for me to turn around.  I obeyed him and he
pushed my thighs wide, exposing my smooth slit to slip my gold clit hood
jewelry into place.  He teased me by rubbing the tiny retaining ball on the
tip of the bar against my tender nub.  As always, his touch brought a soft
moan to my lips.  He knew exactly what he was doing and knew what a needy
little slut that I was.  Before I could utter a plea for him to fuck me
again, he turned his attention to my nipples, that were still hard riding
atop swollen areola.

   I emitted a soft, pleading whimper as his fingers deftly inserted the
matching gold bars through my delicate buds.

   Giving them a tweak, knowing what it would do to me, before he stood up,
he smiled, "Time for bed wicked one.  I know what you want, but you'll have
to wait."

   I looked up at him, pleading, "Please, just once more?"

   He shook his head and pointed to the bed, "In the bed."

   I whimpered my disappointment and obeyed, sinking into the soft sheets,
immediately giving into their soft embrace as I pulled the cover up over my
naked body.

   Jon slid in from the other side and reached over and cupping my face in
his hands, kissed me softly.  "Sweet dreams little one."

   Smiling back, my eyes glistening with tears of joy and thankfulness,
"Thank you so much for tonight."

   "It was my pleasure." He whispered before turning out the light on the
nightstand.

   I had no idea how long I had slept, but the light peeking through the
curtains seemed to indicate that it was at least mid-morning.  I stretched
and yawned before looking over to see if Jon was still in bed.  Of course
he wasn't.

   I listened to see if he might be in the bathroom and hearing nothing, I
slid my hands over my breasts, squeezing them and flicking my nipples to
hardness with my fingernails before sliding them down over my belly to my
silky smooth mound.  Closing my eyes again, I lightly raked my nails over
the tender flesh of my inner thighs, teasing their way to my pussy.  I
gently bit my lower lip as the fingers of my right hand between the now
moist folds of my slit.  As I began to slowly stroke my slit, I raked the
nails of my left hand over my belly to my breasts to tease and tweak my
nipples.  Panting softly, I remembered the things that Fiona had shown me
before leaving the playroom.  I thought about my wrists being manacled
above my head and my ankles secured to the floor, my legs spread wide, my
entire body open for use.

   I rubbed my cunt harder, the wetness oozing between my fingers as I
imagined the various whips dancing over my flesh, leaving vicious red welts
on my back and bottom and thighs and belly and breasts as I screamed and
writhed under their hard lashes.  Heavy, weighted clamps dragging at my
tender nipples and cunt lips as the whips slashed over my body sending
shards of delicious white hot electric pain through my body.

   Hooking two fingers into my wet hole, my imagination led me deeper into
my dark need as I saw the huge dildos and plugs being mercilessly fucked
into my cunt and ass and down my throat.  As I began to orgasm, I saw
myself bucking and convulsing on those hard toys, unable to control my
orgasms, relishing the depraved pleasure/pain that ripped through my body.

   I cried out as I came, thrashing in the sheets, bucking against my
fingers.  As my climax began to subside, I brought my glistening fingers to
my lips, savoring my honey, lost in my fantasy.

   I was startled as I heard the door open, quickly slipping my hand back
under the sheets.

   "Are you awake yet?  It's almost supper time." Jon laughed.

   "W-what?  It is?  No it's not!  Is it?" I stammered.

   The light flooded in, nearly blinding me as he opened the curtains.

   He laughed again as I covered my eyes, "No, it's only 10:30."

   "10:30!  Oh no!" I exclaimed as I threw the covers off and scrambled out
of bed.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late!"

   "It's alright, Robert and Holly are just getting up as well.  Steven and
Susan sent their "goodbyes" and said that they hoped to see you again
soon."

   I blushed, "Th-they did?"

   "Mmhmm, they were quite taken with you."

   My blush deepened, "Ohhhh, ummm, I was taken with them as well."

   Regaining my composure, I smiled, "Or 'by' them."

   As I made my way to the bathroom, Jon grinned, "It looks like you were
remembering last night."

   I blushed again, realizing that he could see my wetness.  I tried to
ignore his comments as I used the toilet.

   Finishing, I got up and washed my face and brushed my teeth, before
padding back into the bedroom to put on my makeup.  I looked at Jon's
reflection in the mirror, seeing him watch me as he liked to do when I was
getting ready.

   As I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, I laughingly asked Him, "What
am I going to wear?  I suppose it's too late to be worried about going out
naked."

   He pointed to the foot of the bed at the pale lavender dress with white
sandals resting there, "This won't do?"

   My eyes lit up, "Ohhh, why yes, it most definitely will!"

   I quickly finished my makeup and took the white lace thong he'd laid
with the dress and stepping into it, pulled it up to snug against my still
moist mound.  The dress was a wrap around and I slipped my arms into it and
wrapped and tied it above my left hip.  Checking myself in the mirror, I
smiled broadly, loving how it hugged my body.  While not sheer, it was
light enough that one did not have to look too closely to see my nipple
jewelry or the faint lines of my thong across my hips.

   Teasing Jon, I pulled the bottom of the dress wide to show my legs up to
the white "V" of my thong.

   "It's beautiful!  And oh so 'accessible."

   Grinning wickedly, he stepped forward, his right hand sliding around to
my ponytail and pulled back, forcing me to arch back as his left hand slid
between my thighs to cup my mound, squeezing.  "So very accessible you
wicked little slut."

   I gasped softly as I looked up into his eyes, feeling my need rise as I
ground against his hand.  "Yes Sir, I am your very own endlessly depraved,
wicked little slut."

   "Just wait til I get you home, we're going straight to the 'playroom'."
He whispered.

   Still grinding against his hand, trying to climax and moaned, "Please,
yes!"

   Abruptly, he released me, bringing a whimper of disappointment to my
lips.  "God I was 'this' close." I murmured to myself.

   "Now, let's go down and get something to eat.  I'm sure you're
famished."

   I smiled and nodded while thinking "I'm famished for cock."

   Slipping into my sandals, I took Jon's hand as he led me downstairs to
the dining room.  I remembered Robert's and Steven's hands on my thighs
during dinner and wondered if there was to be a repeat of last night. 
Unfortunately, only David, Robert, and Holly were there.  Well, not
entirely unfortunately I thought.

   David, ever ebullient, was the first to speak, "Well, there she is, the
star of the show!"

   I blushed a deep crimson at his words and stammered a "hello" to
everyone.

   As the servants brought fresh orange juice and coffee, Holly smiled. 
"Did you sleep well honey?"

   Taking a sip of my juice, I grinned, "Like the dead, I was worn out."

   "Worn out?  I should think so." Holly replied.  "I was a wee bit tired
as well."

   Grinning, Robert added, "It was an eventful evening for all of us.  And
hopefully, the first of more enjoyable ones."

   Perhaps a little too eagerly, I nodded my agreement, "Hopefully."

   My response elicited lascivious chuckles around the table.

   Blushing, I focused on the plate of eggs benedict that had been set
before me.  I hungrily attacked my plate as I remembered how hungry I was.

   The rest of breakfast was filled with idle chit chat, but several times
I caught Holly glancing at me from the corner of her eye.  I felt the heat
in my belly rise again as I remembered how she held me against the wall in
the bathroom, her mouth smothering mine in a deep wet kiss, her thigh
pressed against my wet cunt.

   "Isn't that right Alexa?  Alexa?" Jon's words snapped me out of my
reverie.

   "I'm sorry, what?" I stammered.

   "David's and Fiona's house is quite fantastic, don't you think?"

   "Oh my, yes, it's absolutely beautiful!" I quickly responded.

   Holly laughed softly, as if she knew exactly what I'd been thinking.

   As we were finishing brunch, Fiona came in.  "I'm glad that I didn't
miss you all.  I'm sorry, I had a minor problem to fix.  Did everyone enjoy
their brunch?"

   As if on command, we all agreed that it was fabulous.

   Glancing at the clock, Jon said, "I think it's time we leave our
incredible hosts to get on with their day."

   Robert echoed Jon's comment and added his thanks for their hospitality.

   Robert hugged me and kissed me lightly on the cheek, "Very nice to have
met you Alexa."

   "Thank you Robert and you as well." I smiled.

   As we began to leave, Holly took my arm and pulled me aside, whispering
into my ear, "I want you on your knees again slut.  Just you with no one to
disturb us."

   I blushed deeply and clenched my thighs together and looked into her
dark eyes, whispering, my words almost a hiss, "Yes!"

   "Good then, I'll call you for lunch." She smiled as she hugged and
kissed me goodbye.

   Jon watched, his head cocked to one side, a knowing grin on his lips as
he held out his hand.  "Come now, little one, let's get our things."

   Not daring to look in his eyes, I quickly took his hand as we returned
to our room and collected our things.  Jon had put my gown and shoes into a
garment bag with my freshly washed stockings.

   "'Lunch' with Holly, huh?" I expect a full report.

   Blushing furiously, I stammered a "Yes Sir."

   When we went back downstairs, David and Fiona were there to see us off.
Like the evening before, David squeezed my bottom and kissed me on both
cheeks.  "You're welcome here anytime, Alexa."

   Meeting his tease, I wriggled my bottom against his hands, and grinned.
"Why thank you kind Sir."

   Smiling as she grazed her fingers over my nipples that were hard little
pebbles against the lavender fabric of my dress, Fiona whispered into my
ear.  "I can hardly wait to show you the toys in the playroom much more
closely."

   Lowering her voice further, she murmured into my ear, "I want to hear
you scream and beg."

   I thought that I was going to cum on the spot at her words.  My response
was more of a gasped moan, than a clear reply, "Yes, please."

   I tried to refocus as Jon led me down the steps to the car and opened
the door.  Looking up at our hosts, I couldn't help but open my dress wide
in a naughty tease up to the white "V" of my thong as I slid into the
Porsche's bucket seat.  As Jon shut the door and got in on his side, I
waved and winked.

   Jon's voice brought me back from the wicked thoughts that rampaged
through my brain.  "I should've let them fuck you right there on the
steps."

   I laughed, echoing his tease, "We could go back!"

   Laughing as we pulled away, "We have one more stop before we get home."

   "Really, where?" I queried.

   "Remember the gate guard from last night?"

   I blushed slightly as I remembered his greedy stare, "Ummm, yes."

   "You're going to fuck him."

   Snapping my head around to look at him, I tried to see if he was teasing
me again.  "W-what?"

   "You heard me, you're going to go into his guard house and fuck him. 
You're going to tell him that he can have any of your slut holes."

   His words ignited the fire deep in my belly.  It was all I could do to
keep my fingers from plunging into my thong to trigger my orgasm.  Instead,
I dug my fingernails into my palms desperate to control myself.

   "A-any hole?" I stammered.

   He nodded, "Any hole."

   I closed my eyes, trembling, the dark lust growing deep inside of me as
we wound our way to the entrance.

   When we reached the gate, Jon parked to the side of the guard house and
circling to my door, opened it and extended his hand to help me out.  As I
spread my legs wider to slide out of my seat, Jon could clearly see the
wetness on my thong.

   Smiling he teased again, "Is that from your farewells or in
anticipation?"

   I looked into his eyes, my own blue eyes beginning to glitter with gold
flecks of lust, and murmured, "Both."

   "Good."

   I tried to control my breathing as we walked to the guard house.  My
excitement was visible, a pale flush was rising from my chest to my throat,
my bejeweled nipples were hard little nuggets straining against the fabric
of my dress.

   The guard hadn't noticed us as we approached and was slightly startled
when Jon knocked on the door.  He opened the door and for a moment acted as
if he was being bothered.  That reaction faded quickly when he recognized
us or more specifically, me.

   "Uh, hello Sir.  How can I help you?" He asked.

   Smiling, Jon replied, "Do you remember us from last night?"

   "Of course Sir, how could I forget." He smiled or more correctly leered.

   "And do you remember what I asked you?"

   The guard stammered, "Yes Sir."

   "What did I say?"

   "Y-you asked if I wished that I could bury my cock in her cunt."

   Jon nodded, "That's right and do you still?"

   I watched him, suppressing a grin, as he gulped, eyes wide, the rise in
his uniform trousers unmistakable.

   His eyes darted from Jon to me and back, his reply almost a shout, "Yes
Sir!"

   Glancing at his name tag, Jon smiled, "Good, Chuck.  I'm going to leave
to run an errand.  I'll be back in 30 minutes.  In that time, you can use
any of her holes.  Her name is Alexa, but you may call her anything you
like, she likes that.  There are only two rules: first, you may not mark
her.  If you decide she needs to be spanked, that's fine, but no real
marks. Second, if she says "red," you will stop what you're doing
immediately.  Do you understand?"

   He licked his lips and nodded.

   The tone of Jon's voice changed, a cold, direct tone that I recognized.
"That's not an answer Chuck."

   Chuck stammered, "Yes Sir."

   "Good, if I find out otherwise, you and I will have a conversation that
you won't like."

   "Yes Sir!"

   Opening the guard house door wider, he stepped back to let me in.

   "30 minutes." Jon said as he turned and left.

   My heart was racing, the flush had spread from my throat to my face, my
body was electric with lust.  I needed him to use me, even to hurt me.  I
needed to be used like the dirty little slut that I knew deep down I was.

   Taking a quick look around the guard house, I noticed that there was a
high, built-in desk that ran around the front of the building just below
the windows.  Farther back was an industrial steel desk with a file cabinet
against one wall.  A door in the back of the room was open, revealing a
small bathroom.

   For the first time, Chuck spoke to me, "Let me see what we've got
bitch."

   I felt a rush of lust at the word "bitch" and leaned against the
built-in desk, "Yes Sir."

   My eyes locked on his as I untied the cloth belt of my dress and let it
fall open.

   His eyes widened as they ran over my body.  "Motherfucker bitch!"

   I could tell that he didn't know exactly where to start so I reached
forward and took his hands, bringing them to my breasts and squeezed them
against my soft mounds.

   A soft moan slipped between my lips.  "Harder."

   He leered and responded, roughly kneading my pale flesh.  As his hands
pawed my breasts, I lid my right hand down and into my thong, moaning as my
fingers slid over my wetness.

   As his fingers found my nipples, twisting and teasing sending little
jolts of pain through my breasts, I arched back, causing him to stretch my
nipples.

   "Harder!" I hissed.

   Growling, he responded, digging his nails into my tender buds, twisting
hard.

   "Yesssss!" I panted as I pushed two fingers into my wet hole.

   His eyes reflected his animal lust as he began to slap my breasts. 
Moaning, I arched farther back, my dress sliding from my shoulders to my
elbows.  Engulfed by my dark lust, I slowly pulled my wet fingers from my
cunt and brought them to my mouth.  I flicked my tongue over my glistening
digits, savoring my juices, my eyes, glittering with lust locked on his. 
He stopped his assault on my breasts to watch me, hungrily licking his
lips.

   Licking the last of my juices from my fingers, I softly moaned, "May I
taste your cock Sir?"

   Nodding quickly, almost like a kid being offered his favorite candy. 
"Yes, yes bitch!  Suck my cock!"

   A wicked, greedy smile curling my lips, I sank to my knees and slid my
hands around his ass and dug my nails in to pull his crotch to my face.  I
nuzzled his cloth-covered shaft, kissing it through his pants, licking it,
nipping at it with my teeth and leaving a wet spot on his crotch.

   "Motherfucker bitch!  What the fuck are you doing?  You're going to make
me cum in my pants!"

   I teased him more before pausing to look at him as fingers toying with
his zipper.  "May I Sir?"

   His voice a low shout, he said, "Yes, yes bitch!  Hurry up!"

   His need and verbal abuse caused my own need to blaze more intensely as
I slowly tugged his zipper down.  As I pushed his fly open, his cock lept
out as if it was spring loaded, hard and tipped with a pearl of precum.

   "Ohhhh fuck bitch, suck!" He growled.

   Savoring the moment and inspite of needing to cum myself, I wrapped my
right hand around his 7" shaft, stroking slowly.  Still looking up at him,
I flicked the pink tip of my tongue out to capture the oozing drop of his
precum before drawing it back into my mouth to savor the salty pearl.

   I flicked my tongue back out teasing the "V" beneath his glans causing
his meat to jerk in my hand.

   "G-g-god, fuck, fuck!  Suck it!" He wailed, pleading for release.

   Without pause and in one move, took his cock down my throat, pressing my
lips and nose against his pants.  I pulled back slowly, lips trailing along
his shaft, glistening with my spit, and did it again and again before
stopping.

   I looked back up at him, his face flushed with beads of sweat peppering
his forehead and upper lip.  Eyes locked on his, I slowly pushed a thick
wad of spit over my lips to snake down my chin before dropping on my
flushed breasts.  Unseen by him, my left hand continued to stroke my
dripping slit, edging me closer and closer to my own release.

   "Goddamn you bitch!" He snarled and grabbed my head, forcing my mouth
back onto his cock, brutally fucking my throat.  Losing myself in my own
depraved lust, I raked a nail across my clit and came, bucking and jerking
as he reamed my throat.  And just as suddenly, he threw his head back and
roared, holding my face against his pants as he shot his thick load down my
throat.  I didn't care whether I could breathe or not as I fucked two
fingers into my drooling hole and raked my thumbnail over my clit
convulsing again as my juices coated my fingers to soak my thong.

   Finally, his chest heaving, face glistening with sweat, he pushed me
back.  Gasping and he growled down at me.  "You fucking bitch, you made me
cum already!"

   Looking up at him, eyes glittering with gold flecks of pure lust, my
fingers still slowly working in my thong.  I whimpered, somewhat
unconvincingly, "I'm sorry Sir."

   Looking lower, he spotted my hand in my thong.  "Did you cum too you
filthy bitch?"

   Fingers still moving on my slick slit, I whimpered, "Yes Sir, I couldn't
help it."

   "Liar!" He snarled.  "You're nothing but a fucking filthy cum bitch!"

   His words sending more waves of lust through me, caused me to shudder
and lick my lips.

   "Please Sir, don't spank me.  I'm sorry." The tone of my voice more
needful than fearful.

   "Get up bitch!" He growled.

   Reaching down to grab my ponytail, he jerked me to my feet, bringing a
cry to my lips as the shards of pain lanced through my scalp.  As I stood,
my dress slid down my arms to the floor.  He dragged me stumbling around
the desk and shoved me face down over it.  He dragged my drenched thong
down my quivering thighs, completely exposing my wet slit and pink pucker.

   He stuffed my soaked thong into my mouth before kicking my ankles wider
causing me to yelp in pain.

   "You need a good spanking fuck bitch!" He growled as he began to slam
his hand down on my pale ass causing it to quickly redden, grinding my hips
against the edge of the desk.  I gurgled around my cum-soaked thong, crying
out as his blows reddened my ass.  The pain rocketed through me, sending
hot waves of pleasure/pain through my body.  As I sank deeper into my
depravity, arched my ass higher to meet his blows.  Tears streaked my face
as I cried and moaned, my juices coating the insides of my thighs.  I
reveled in my abuse, needing more, needing the pain and degradation.

   I spit the thong from my mouth and turning my head to look back at
Chuck, gasped, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

   With his cock now hard again, he snarled and brutally rammed his meat
into my drooling fuck hole.  "Take it fuck bitch!"

   Grabbing my ponytail, he jerked forcing me to arch painfully back.  I
could feel his sweat drip onto my back as he pushed me against the top of
the desk, my hands wet with sweat, I shoved back to meet his hammering
thrusts.  I drooled and moaned as he ground against my, the sharp teeth of
his zipper tearing at my tender cunt lips.  Surrendering to my depravity, I
screamed out and came.  My body, now slick with fuck sweat, bucked and
convulsed as he continued to ream my hole.  As another orgasmic wave swept
over me, I could only cry out with unintelligible animal cries.  Sweat
added to my tears and ran down my face to pool on the desktop.

   Finally, as I was beginning to weaken and slump forward on the desk into
the pool of my own sweat, shuddering as wave after orgasmic wave crashed
over me, he exploded with a roar deep into my cunt.  My body quivered as I
felt his seed jet deep inside of me.  He jerked and slumped forward onto me
as the last of his load spurted into my cunt.

   We lay there for a moment, breathing gradually returning to normal,
until I pushed up against him trying to push his body off of mine.  My
hands slipped on the wet desktop making it difficult to push him back.

   "Fuck bitch, that was good.  I want some more, I want that ass!" He
growled.

   Glancing up at the clock, I shook my head "no."

   He jerked my wet hair back and growled again, "Yeah, I want some of that
tight shit hole."

   Any other time I would've loved to have my ass reamed, but after the
previous night's activities, I was exhausted.  I pushed back against him
causing his now limp cock to slip from my wet hole.

   "No!  Red!" I cried out.

   He jerked harder, pinning me against the desk, "I said 'yes'!"

   Suddenly his weight was lifted my body and the sound of another voice
echoed in the guard house.

   "She said 'no'!" The voice was sharp and direct with a threat of
violence.

   It was Jon, jerking him back by the collar of his shirt, his shriveling
cock flapping back and forth as he stumbled back.  Neither of us had heard
or seen him enter.  I took the opportunity to grab my wet thong and slid
around the desk to grab my dress and wrap it around my glistening body.

   "Time's up Chuck and the lady said 'no', now apologize and get your dick
back in your pants."

   Chuck started to say something, but seeing the look in Jon's eyes and
hearing the tone of his voice, he thought better of it.

   "I-I'm sorry bit...  I mean Alexa." He stammered.

   Trying to make up for his mistake, he added, "I'm sorry, I just lost
myself."

   I nodded, "Thank you, it's alright."

   Taking my hand, Jon led me back to the car, helping me to slide into the
Porsche's seat and reaching over to fasten my seatbelt.

   "Let's go home little one."

   "Yes, please."

   I looked over at him, "You know that had it not been for last night, I
would've let him.  I'm so tired."

   He winked and nodded as we drove off.  "I know."

   I smiled, contented and happy and settled into the seat as we headed
home.