Teaser: Feeling that warm body against you, while you softly move against the feeling of resistance, that subtle pressure, that makes it complete. Knowing she is not expecting to feel this good, so good that she has to fight against that next tear that is forming in the corner of her eye.
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Title: Confessions of a Master Manipulator
Author: Trio
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Confessions of a Master Manipulator
I love my life
I just love it. With the right person it feels so good, so magical. It is like that moment nothing else around you exists. My yoga instructor calls this living in the now. How I just love to give my all.
Feeling that warm body against me, while I softly move against the feeling of resistance, that subtle pressure, that makes it complete. Knowing she is not expecting to feel this good, so good that she has to fight against that next tear that is forming in the corner of her eye. Her arms around me, holding on for dear life as this is only the beginning. I feel so great, moving in and out what is in essence and unwilling, but soaking wet pussy. Her eyes looking for something, scanning the ceiling for a way out.
Knowing well, she had begged me to do this. Not half an hour ago, she stood there in her power suit begging me to fuck her hard. Tears flowing over her cheek, running a tiny route through her foundation. I love to see a woman beg for my attention. To take them, knowing her husband and three kids are waiting at home for her, to celebrate her 31st birthday. It’s those little things that make it complete.
I know a body in stress can release all its buildup energy in one go. I have seen it happening so many times before. I see it in her face, and she is fighting it, she does not want to give me the satisfaction, but I just know it is going to happen and I think deep down she knows it too.
Damn, I love my life. I really love to do this. Yes, the fucking is good, but fucking a woman that is way out of my league, is better, certainly when she has just begged for it. Seeing her strip with tears in her eyes and making her take my clothes of, slowly, the best.
Fucking an unwilling woman that is creaming below you, who is holding on for dear life, who knows she had no choice and who has no idea when this will ever end, that is what I live for. I am not in it for the sex. You can get sex anywhere you want. Enough desperate woman out there looking for some kind of connection. And if you don’t find that, you can buy it, going from a cheap blowjob to an expensive girlfriend experience. But I want to do it on my terms. I don’t want to just ravish their bodies … I want to fuck with their minds.
This little business bitch thought she could play me, trying to use her natural assets to close that business deal behind my back. She had nibbled at the hook and had run with it, until she noticed I had already turned the tables on her. I needed to get enough time to find the weak spot and then apply just the right amount of pressure. Exactly what I am doing to her clitoris right now.
I feel her whole body react, a silent no is forming on her lips. She is going to come any second now. I am waiting for it, holding back my smile. Just waiting to whisper “happy birthday” in her ear, and then it is my turn, I need to give her my gift for her special day.
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Let me introduce myself. I am John. I suppose if you passed me on the street, you wouldn’t look twice. I’m just a guy, a little taller than average, maybe, with a face that's not unhandsome, but certainly nothing really special either. I have an easygoing smile and a manner that suggests I’m always ready to lend a hand. People tend to call me a "general good guy.”
But what I am truly good at, is getting close to people and, over time, figuring out their deepest secrets.
It’s an art, really, and my appearance is the perfect tool. My broad smile and genuinely helping nature are disarming. People immediately relax around me; they see a safe harbour, a simple soul who asks no judgment. They treat me as their confidant, someone they can spin their hearts out to, relieved to finally share the burden they carry. Or like in this case I use a third party to tell me everything I want to know about that colleague they don’t like.
When I have everything in place, when I have every vulnerable piece of information laid out before me, my real persona comes out.
I do love to manipulate people.
It’s not just about cruelty, not exactly. It’s about the exquisite, satisfying feeling of leverage. It’s knowing exactly which words, which past regret, or which future desire to press to make them move exactly where I want them. It’s like playing a three dimensional chess game where the pieces are living, breathing human beings, and I hold the user manual for every single one.
Oh, and not to forget, I am a sex addict. I need it, I crave it, I want it every day. But not just the vanilla kind, I need to make sure I am not just fucking a warm body, I need to fuck with their whole being.
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Ah, here she goes. I lean in. “Happy birthday little slut.” Time to up my tempo.
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Confessions of a Master Manipulator
Chapter 2 - Sweet, religious Sasha
Money had never been a problem in my life. My family never flaunted its wealth; instead of being part of the so-called jet set crowd, we were discreetly powerful, keeping our true fortune quiet. My parents came from old money, and my dad increased the family wealth enormously, shipping containers all over the world and investing early in the internet.
When my parents both died in a terrible car accident, as an only child, I inherited everything. I sold the mansion, the cars, the horses and, I sold the company to my father's biggest competitor for three times its nominal value. That was my first big manipulation. They only found out three years later when the poisoned assets dragged both companies into bankruptcy.
I had been devious from the time I was really young, spoiled rotten by my mother. I inherited her intelligence; she had been a university professor teaching applied mathematics and quantum physics to graduate students before she met my dad. From him I got the manipulation skills.
My finances are managed through four of the biggest private equity companies in the world. Just from the proceeds of one, I can live a life of luxury, so money is never a goal in any of my endeavours. I sometimes even lose some, but mostly I don't.
I also like to pay for sex, but not from the ones that sell it. I buy souls.
I target woman I want, those completely unwilling to sell themselves, and search for the point where they would compromise who they are. Sometimes, it's an offer of money so obscene they cannot refuse. Other times, I force a smaller, more humiliating fee by threatening to expose private, ruinous information I possess. The money is just a lever; the manipulation is the point, making them take the cash and feel like a whore. Sometimes I don’t even have to pay.
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This is how I met sweet, religious Sasha, nineteen and full of life. She was the one who was saving herself for her future husband.
It turned out she was a natural-born slut, one of the best reacting bodies I ever encountered. She started squirting after her third ever orgasm, just fifteen minutes into her first fuck. Her technique was abysmal and probably still is, for all that I know. It has been a while since she had my dick in her. She probably still saves what's left for her future husband. But how I love a good squirter.
I have been trying to remember how I leveraged her for weeks now. I had her begging me to take her virginity if I only would do what exactly? I honestly don't remember.
In that small motel room, Sasha had cried the whole time she was taking her clothes of in front of me. One part of herself tried to fight what was happening, tried to get away, did not want her virtue to be taken away by a scoundrel like me. The other part knew that I could destroy her. I do remember that there was something I had over her, but for the life of me, I still don't seem to recall what.
I made her beg to tie her hands to the bed frame so she could make herself believe that she hadn't given herself to me by her own free will. I had smiled and told her that was not an issue at all. I yanked the power cable from a broken lamp inside the motel room and used it to tie her hands to the bed. I used my hands and fingers to discover every little secret her body had to offer. A bit annoying, she cried the whole goddamn time.
She had almost jumped from the bed the moment my finger had touched her inexperienced clit. Then the crying had moved back to begging. "Please don't do it, I beg you not to. I am a good girl, I don't deserve this."
I had looked at her and just said. "Good girls get fucked too, and let's be honest, you deserve to get fucked." I remember that, I remember saying exactly that. But why she deserved it, I still don't seem to recall, so frustrating. I do recall that she had started to sob again and had turned her head towards the wall when my fingers entered her now moist little virgin hole.
It had not taken me that long to figure out that her hymen was not intact anymore. I knew that many girls have that, certainly with the modern use of tampons. Some women are even born with little or no hymenal tissue. But I did not tell Sasha this, I did use it to fuck with her mind.
"You little slut, you lied to me. No hymen, you're not a virgin anymore. Tell me who had pushed his fat cock in your filthy little snatch. Was it daddy, or an uncle, or did you let those boys at school play with you?” I loved to see her face turn in utter panic.
"No, no, honest I am virgin. I have never... nobody has put... nobody even touched me down there." She sobs.
"You are a dirty little liar, you must have played with that soft little wet snatch of yours. I know you have," I say, pushing my fingers deeper inside, looking for that little patch of sponge-like material. Her body was feeling things she could never have imagined. The pleasure in her belly started to grow.
"No, really, I only wash myself down there. Mommy tells me that playing with oneself is a sin and I will go to hell for that."
I pulled my fingers out of her, leaving her with a little unconscious whimper. Her mind was not there yet, but her body was looking forward to what was coming next.
"Let's see if we cannot give you a view on a little sliver of heaven," I told her while I moved my body between her legs.
"No, please not yet, I am not ready. Please give me more time." She kept pleading with me while I lowered myself down on her. Using my hands to guide my dick towards its prize. I let the tip move up and down her little snatch, coating it with her moisture, postponing the inevitable. She kept repeating the same mantra. She was even fighting, pulling at the wire that tied her hands, while I halted one last time at her opening. Looking her straight in the eye when I finally I pushed in, slowly.
"No, don't, please... pl..... nooooooooooo." Her scream followed my dick's movement inside of her.
I had expected a very tight pussy grabbing my cock, trying to push it out, but it was more like sinking in a lubed sex doll. — I once had tried one of these modern ones, those you can customise to your liking. It had cost a fortune, but I did not like it at all, they are for losers. — It only took a few pumps to push in her completely. Gently rocking my hips, my pubic bone resting on her clit, I felt a change in her.
I hadn't been that impressed with my little religious girl up to then, sex-wise I mean, the fucking with her head was first class. But now I felt her body jerk and squirm; there was a kind of trembling going on, coming from deep inside her. Her pussy wall started to spasm against my dick, and I felt the pressure build. My hips started to move on autopilot; they had known something wonderful was building before my mind had caught up. Her face had changed completely, one part utter bliss, the other shock. Her mind probably could not handle even that, and what happened a few moments later shattered her complete being.
An orgasm rocketed through her body. I lowered my lips onto her open mouth, and probably because how nature had programmed her mind, she started to kiss me back. She screamed in ecstasy the moment the second climax made her spasm so hard she almost threw me off the bed. Her hands were pulling on the electrical cord tying her to the bed frame. Her tongue was looking for mine. I am sure her brain is in pure survival mode, just letting the feeling run through her.
I increased my tempo as I wanted to see what would happen next. I just took her virginity, making her a real woman, but she was showing me something new also. I never had a woman react in this way, certainly not this fast. She was moaning hard. The only word was "No" on constant repeat, one part of her that was still fighting a losing battle. I felt her body build up to something new, something she was not aware a body could do. It felt like she was pulling back like an enormous slingshot ready to be released, ready to shatter any remaining resistance.
And then she came, no, she exploded. A guttural "ooooooooooh" resonated in my shoulder as she had lifted her head high. I felt her release against my abdomen, pumping out her nectar all over me. This girl was a natural, a hidden fury among the meek.
I was in heaven; now this pussy was feeling like I hoped she would. Her soft walls were milking me, reacting to every move. I took the next half hour pleasing her body and ravishing her mind. I don't know how many times she climaxed, but it seems she was constantly spraying her essence on me. Slowly my own high was approaching.
Her mind must have caught up somewhere as she felt something change. In a moment of clarity, she yelled, "No, please not inside of me." But it was already too late. I had one hell of a good orgasm. I exploded in her, filling her unprepared and unprotected womb for the first time. My hot seed made her scream "Nooooooo," but her body reacted with "Yes." She gave me one last orgasm, maybe not the biggest, but it pumped more of her juices over me and onto the sheets.
It's then that the wonderful smell had registered. I just fell on top of her, crushing her body below me, loving the way her pussy was milking my cock and enjoying the wonderful fragrance of her passion. I stayed in her until my dick was limp again, and slowly pulled out. She had been quiet the whole time but started sobbing again. I stepped off the bed and put my clothes back on. Looking at her body, lovely, not "wow," but incredibly sexy, shining with sweat and mostly her juices.
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I walked out of the room to the diner to get some food; I was famished, leaving her tied to the bed, sobbing. I just knew she would not call for help. She would die before she would let anybody see her like this.
After a good meal, I had returned to the motel room with a few bottles of water and a chicken sandwich for Sasha. After letting her eat, I had fucked her all night long, until she did not know who or what her god really was. Was it some shepherd in the sky her priest talk about on Sundays, or the one people lecture her about when they feel she did something wrong? Or is it the man who just gave her countless orgasms and made her feel like she was already in heaven?
Just after the first after dinner fuck, I released her hands. She had wanted to use her arms to wrap around me while I pounded into her. It was funny to see; she kept crying the whole time, but another part of her was a willing participant. After that night, in the span of three months, I had fucked her at least five more times. One time, even behind daddy's barn, hidden between the bales of hay.
But the last time was little over half a year ago. Happy memories. I still have to smile about how she was saving herself for her future husband. I have no idea what else she could save now, as even her mouth and her ass have my I-have-been-there-first label on it.
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Money had never been a problem in my life. My family never flaunted its wealth; instead of being part of the so-called jet set crowd, we were discreetly powerful, keeping our true fortune quiet. My parents came from old money, and my dad increased the family wealth enormously, shipping containers all over the world and investing early in the internet.
When my parents both died in a terrible car accident, as an only child, I inherited everything. I sold the mansion, the cars, the horses and, I sold the company to my father's biggest competitor for three times its nominal value. That was my first big manipulation. They only found out three years later when the poisoned assets dragged both companies into bankruptcy.
I had been devious from the time I was really young, spoiled rotten by my mother. I inherited her intelligence; she had been a university professor teaching applied mathematics and quantum physics to graduate students before she met my dad. From him I got the manipulation skills.
My finances are managed through four of the biggest private equity companies in the world. Just from the proceeds of one, I can live a life of luxury, so money is never a goal in any of my endeavours. I sometimes even lose some, but mostly I don't.
I also like to pay for sex, but not from the ones that sell it. I buy souls.
I target woman I want, those completely unwilling to sell themselves, and search for the point where they would compromise who they are. Sometimes, it's an offer of money so obscene they cannot refuse. Other times, I force a smaller, more humiliating fee by threatening to expose private, ruinous information I possess. The money is just a lever; the manipulation is the point, making them take the cash and feel like a whore. Sometimes I don’t even have to pay.
—
This is how I met sweet, religious Sasha, nineteen and full of life. She was the one who was saving herself for her future husband.
It turned out she was a natural-born slut, one of the best reacting bodies I ever encountered. She started squirting after her third ever orgasm, just fifteen minutes into her first fuck. Her technique was abysmal and probably still is, for all that I know. It has been a while since she had my dick in her. She probably still saves what's left for her future husband. But how I love a good squirter.
I have been trying to remember how I leveraged her for weeks now. I had her begging me to take her virginity if I only would do what exactly? I honestly don't remember.
In that small motel room, Sasha had cried the whole time she was taking her clothes of in front of me. One part of herself tried to fight what was happening, tried to get away, did not want her virtue to be taken away by a scoundrel like me. The other part knew that I could destroy her. I do remember that there was something I had over her, but for the life of me, I still don't seem to recall what.
I made her beg to tie her hands to the bed frame so she could make herself believe that she hadn't given herself to me by her own free will. I had smiled and told her that was not an issue at all. I yanked the power cable from a broken lamp inside the motel room and used it to tie her hands to the bed. I used my hands and fingers to discover every little secret her body had to offer. A bit annoying, she cried the whole goddamn time.
She had almost jumped from the bed the moment my finger had touched her inexperienced clit. Then the crying had moved back to begging. "Please don't do it, I beg you not to. I am a good girl, I don't deserve this."
I had looked at her and just said. "Good girls get fucked too, and let's be honest, you deserve to get fucked." I remember that, I remember saying exactly that. But why she deserved it, I still don't seem to recall, so frustrating. I do recall that she had started to sob again and had turned her head towards the wall when my fingers entered her now moist little virgin hole.
It had not taken me that long to figure out that her hymen was not intact anymore. I knew that many girls have that, certainly with the modern use of tampons. Some women are even born with little or no hymenal tissue. But I did not tell Sasha this, I did use it to fuck with her mind.
"You little slut, you lied to me. No hymen, you're not a virgin anymore. Tell me who had pushed his fat cock in your filthy little snatch. Was it daddy, or an uncle, or did you let those boys at school play with you?” I loved to see her face turn in utter panic.
"No, no, honest I am virgin. I have never... nobody has put... nobody even touched me down there." She sobs.
"You are a dirty little liar, you must have played with that soft little wet snatch of yours. I know you have," I say, pushing my fingers deeper inside, looking for that little patch of sponge-like material. Her body was feeling things she could never have imagined. The pleasure in her belly started to grow.
"No, really, I only wash myself down there. Mommy tells me that playing with oneself is a sin and I will go to hell for that."
I pulled my fingers out of her, leaving her with a little unconscious whimper. Her mind was not there yet, but her body was looking forward to what was coming next.
"Let's see if we cannot give you a view on a little sliver of heaven," I told her while I moved my body between her legs.
"No, please not yet, I am not ready. Please give me more time." She kept pleading with me while I lowered myself down on her. Using my hands to guide my dick towards its prize. I let the tip move up and down her little snatch, coating it with her moisture, postponing the inevitable. She kept repeating the same mantra. She was even fighting, pulling at the wire that tied her hands, while I halted one last time at her opening. Looking her straight in the eye when I finally I pushed in, slowly.
"No, don't, please... pl..... nooooooooooo." Her scream followed my dick's movement inside of her.
I had expected a very tight pussy grabbing my cock, trying to push it out, but it was more like sinking in a lubed sex doll. — I once had tried one of these modern ones, those you can customise to your liking. It had cost a fortune, but I did not like it at all, they are for losers. — It only took a few pumps to push in her completely. Gently rocking my hips, my pubic bone resting on her clit, I felt a change in her.
I hadn't been that impressed with my little religious girl up to then, sex-wise I mean, the fucking with her head was first class. But now I felt her body jerk and squirm; there was a kind of trembling going on, coming from deep inside her. Her pussy wall started to spasm against my dick, and I felt the pressure build. My hips started to move on autopilot; they had known something wonderful was building before my mind had caught up. Her face had changed completely, one part utter bliss, the other shock. Her mind probably could not handle even that, and what happened a few moments later shattered her complete being.
An orgasm rocketed through her body. I lowered my lips onto her open mouth, and probably because how nature had programmed her mind, she started to kiss me back. She screamed in ecstasy the moment the second climax made her spasm so hard she almost threw me off the bed. Her hands were pulling on the electrical cord tying her to the bed frame. Her tongue was looking for mine. I am sure her brain is in pure survival mode, just letting the feeling run through her.
I increased my tempo as I wanted to see what would happen next. I just took her virginity, making her a real woman, but she was showing me something new also. I never had a woman react in this way, certainly not this fast. She was moaning hard. The only word was "No" on constant repeat, one part of her that was still fighting a losing battle. I felt her body build up to something new, something she was not aware a body could do. It felt like she was pulling back like an enormous slingshot ready to be released, ready to shatter any remaining resistance.
And then she came, no, she exploded. A guttural "ooooooooooh" resonated in my shoulder as she had lifted her head high. I felt her release against my abdomen, pumping out her nectar all over me. This girl was a natural, a hidden fury among the meek.
I was in heaven; now this pussy was feeling like I hoped she would. Her soft walls were milking me, reacting to every move. I took the next half hour pleasing her body and ravishing her mind. I don't know how many times she climaxed, but it seems she was constantly spraying her essence on me. Slowly my own high was approaching.
Her mind must have caught up somewhere as she felt something change. In a moment of clarity, she yelled, "No, please not inside of me." But it was already too late. I had one hell of a good orgasm. I exploded in her, filling her unprepared and unprotected womb for the first time. My hot seed made her scream "Nooooooo," but her body reacted with "Yes." She gave me one last orgasm, maybe not the biggest, but it pumped more of her juices over me and onto the sheets.
It's then that the wonderful smell had registered. I just fell on top of her, crushing her body below me, loving the way her pussy was milking my cock and enjoying the wonderful fragrance of her passion. I stayed in her until my dick was limp again, and slowly pulled out. She had been quiet the whole time but started sobbing again. I stepped off the bed and put my clothes back on. Looking at her body, lovely, not "wow," but incredibly sexy, shining with sweat and mostly her juices.
—
I walked out of the room to the diner to get some food; I was famished, leaving her tied to the bed, sobbing. I just knew she would not call for help. She would die before she would let anybody see her like this.
After a good meal, I had returned to the motel room with a few bottles of water and a chicken sandwich for Sasha. After letting her eat, I had fucked her all night long, until she did not know who or what her god really was. Was it some shepherd in the sky her priest talk about on Sundays, or the one people lecture her about when they feel she did something wrong? Or is it the man who just gave her countless orgasms and made her feel like she was already in heaven?
Just after the first after dinner fuck, I released her hands. She had wanted to use her arms to wrap around me while I pounded into her. It was funny to see; she kept crying the whole time, but another part of her was a willing participant. After that night, in the span of three months, I had fucked her at least five more times. One time, even behind daddy's barn, hidden between the bales of hay.
But the last time was little over half a year ago. Happy memories. I still have to smile about how she was saving herself for her future husband. I have no idea what else she could save now, as even her mouth and her ass have my I-have-been-there-first label on it.
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Chapter 3 - The perfect secretary
Whenever I am in town, I call my secretary when I need to make a conference call. Just like this morning. Anna is a bad girl, but a good secretary, or is it the other way around? Normally I go to her place of business, but today she is coming here.
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My connection with Anna has been ongoing for some time now. She’s resigned herself to the situation; she isn’t a challenge anymore, and I know my limits with her. She’s about to get married to a wonderful restaurant owner here in town, and I know some things that can endanger this. I don't want to push too hard, so I only visit her from time to time. She knows exactly what's expected of her; she even smiles when I walk in. Anna is a great little cocksucker. And she is getting paid very well.
I love the feeling of being satisfied in a busy office, with a woman having her head in your lap, doing her utmost best not to make too much noise. One time had been a close call. Her boss walked in when I was sitting behind her computer. He knew me as John, the "tech wizard" who has helped his company out of some tight spots, so he was used to seeing me in the office. At that time, I had other assets in the building, which was very convenient for me.
I had to keep moving her along while I talked to her boss. He asked me where Anna was, and I smiled, telling him I thought she was doing something downstairs. The action between my legs had stopped for a second, but one squeeze on her shoulder got her moving again. He just said he would catch her later. I was sure I already caught her. Just minutes later, I had come deep down her throat, all the while I was typing a fun little note on her computer.
She is a much better cocksucker than she is a screw; it was like fucking a broken sex doll, no interaction at all. It was fun taking her in the office supply closet, seeing her eyes move with every little sound she heard, but if I want to fuck, I have much better options.
Like Vicky, sweet Vicky, my young blond, bleu-eyed mother of two. Thank God for C-sections and husbands with little time on their hands. Vicky is still as tight as she must have been in her late teens. When her pussy grabs on, it grips like a vice. Her body fucks fantastic, but when you combine that with screwing with her mind, that pussy turns into silk heaven. I need me some more of that soon.
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Today, I have a two-hour conference call planned for the mid morning. One with some of the most boring people in the world, financial advisors. I need Anna to entertain me in the meantime. She has done a monster session like that a few times before and she knows exactly how to keep me occupied for the duration. This is why I keep my visits with Anna to an absolute minimum; I need her for these kinds of things and don't want to lose her.
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Before Anna, there had been Joyce. Still in her early twenties, Joyce had been the first real secretary I had employed, and of course I was leveraging her too, blackmailing is such a dirty word. But I had pushed a little to far and one fine evening she had walked right in front of a truck. People still think it was an accident, but honestly, I know better. She still had my seed dripping out of her ass and she died without her panties on.
I do love to penetrate an unwilling asshole. Honestly, I think for most women, it is always unwilling, even if they say they like it. But there was one who craved it, Lucia, an old girlfriend of mine, she still lives up north I believe. I had picked her up in a bar many years ago, and before we even had shared a first kiss, she asked me if I would fancy a go at her ass. At that time I had been an ass-virgin, but she made me hooked. It is a completely different feeling than when you are fucking a nice, wet, soft pussy. Not necessarily better, but different. I like a good ass fuck from time to time for the physical feeling it gives me; I like it even more when I know my subject hates it.
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But if there is no direct leverage, the ass is still a perfect place to establish superiority and control. That special look a woman has when you take them there, I first had seen it on the face, of the eighteen-year-old French girl, many summers ago, when I was still at school. I fucked her in her own tent next to the one of her parents. I had been staying close by in a hotel, near the camping ground, when on evening I had seen how she had stolen some money from her parents and from some neighbouring tents. After that, she had been paying for my silence with her body, night after night. In the beginning, the sex had been about control, and one night I had made her come hard. I bet that it was her first orgasm ever from a cock pounding into her; she had screamed into my hand. Her father had asked, in French from the other tent, if something was wrong, and she just told him: "Non, papa."
But that night, the rules changed. I had clamped her face again when I pulled out of her pussy and had immediately forced myself up her ass. That moment, our agreement was over; this was not blackmail sex anymore, this was just plain old rape. I was lying on her back, pinning her to the air mattress, my free hand looking for her clit. I did make her come again while I came deep in her ass. She had given me the same look Vicky had giving me, the look of a soul utterly broken by pleasure and violation. I had fucked the French teen's pussy again, now with a dirty cock, not twenty minutes later. That had been my last night with, my little French girl. Virginie was her name if I remember well. But she wasn’t that when I left her that night.
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But with Joyce I went to far. It all started out good. The morning conference call was dull, the voices droning on about quarterly projections, but she was entirely focused on her task. She had kept her head down, completely dedicated to satisfying me, maintaining a perfect, steady rhythm that allowed me to sit back, half-listen to the call, and be thoroughly attended to. The entire time she was in complete control.
The meeting ran long, and I got bored, needing a new vector of control. I had casually pushed off my shoe and, with my socked foot, I had started to move it up and down between her legs. Her hips had started to move in unison, rocking subtly against my office chair, riding my foot while keeping her mouth busy on my cock.
The sensations had multiplied. The intense heat and wetness of her focused mouth was counterpointed by the rough, unexpected friction of the cotton sock sliding over her bare skin of her thigh and her thin panties. I increased the pressure with my heel, grinding my socked foot against the epicenter of her desire. The combination was too much for her to bear silently. I felt her throat clench on my cock, her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body silently convulsing as she fought to maintain the performance.
It was a fantastic feeling, feeling her come on my foot, the orgasm a violent, shuddering tremor that drenched both her panties and my sock. I still have those panties somewhere at home in a ziplock bag, the smell is still exquisite, a mix of sweat and her incredible musk. Probably the only cells left of her body still in existence.
I should have left it alone, I knew she hated the rest. She never once complained about the sucking, but she did not like me in her pussy and she detested me in her ass.
She had begged me, in the weeks prior, not to fuck her anymore. She had met a nice guy and they were talking of moving in together. She understood she needed to keep serving me, but she pleaded with me to limit it to her mouth. I’ll be honest, I did promise her I would respect that.
I hadn’t cared that day, I was frustrated and needed to find some release. After my last meeting I had pushed her on my desk, without the simple barrier of her panties in place, I pushed deep inside her, moving slowly, building the pressure. I used my thumb to work her clit, maintaining just enough movement to keep her on the brink. When I made her come hard, a high, strangled gasp escaped her just as I pulled out. She had not said a word, her look distant.
I had twisted her, positioned her on her stomach against my desk, and without waiting I took her in the ass, something I knew she absolutely detested. I slammed my hips down hard, forcing a breathless noise out of her. For me this had just been about release, I just pounded her ass hard for a few minutes before I came. She just stood, walked out of my office, not saying a word. I got the news of, what they still call, her accident not twenty minutes later.
It was just painful, I almost started to cry, I was going to miss that mouth. Luckily I found Anna not a month later. It had to be patient with her, it had taken me three weeks before I found enough to finally leverage her. She had screamed that I was a bastard and that she hated me. It was fun, a burst of genuine defiance that I quickly crushed, and she never repeated it. Since that day Anna’s mouth was just a pleasure, it always puts me into such a relaxed, focused mood.
—
When I was studying at MIT, my psychologist had called me a psychopath, a narcissist and many other names that I don't remember. Se had been so frustrated that she could not write them in her report. I did not then, but I am now starting to understand what she was saying.
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Whenever I am in town, I call my secretary when I need to make a conference call. Just like this morning. Anna is a bad girl, but a good secretary, or is it the other way around? Normally I go to her place of business, but today she is coming here.
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My connection with Anna has been ongoing for some time now. She’s resigned herself to the situation; she isn’t a challenge anymore, and I know my limits with her. She’s about to get married to a wonderful restaurant owner here in town, and I know some things that can endanger this. I don't want to push too hard, so I only visit her from time to time. She knows exactly what's expected of her; she even smiles when I walk in. Anna is a great little cocksucker. And she is getting paid very well.
I love the feeling of being satisfied in a busy office, with a woman having her head in your lap, doing her utmost best not to make too much noise. One time had been a close call. Her boss walked in when I was sitting behind her computer. He knew me as John, the "tech wizard" who has helped his company out of some tight spots, so he was used to seeing me in the office. At that time, I had other assets in the building, which was very convenient for me.
I had to keep moving her along while I talked to her boss. He asked me where Anna was, and I smiled, telling him I thought she was doing something downstairs. The action between my legs had stopped for a second, but one squeeze on her shoulder got her moving again. He just said he would catch her later. I was sure I already caught her. Just minutes later, I had come deep down her throat, all the while I was typing a fun little note on her computer.
She is a much better cocksucker than she is a screw; it was like fucking a broken sex doll, no interaction at all. It was fun taking her in the office supply closet, seeing her eyes move with every little sound she heard, but if I want to fuck, I have much better options.
Like Vicky, sweet Vicky, my young blond, bleu-eyed mother of two. Thank God for C-sections and husbands with little time on their hands. Vicky is still as tight as she must have been in her late teens. When her pussy grabs on, it grips like a vice. Her body fucks fantastic, but when you combine that with screwing with her mind, that pussy turns into silk heaven. I need me some more of that soon.
—
Today, I have a two-hour conference call planned for the mid morning. One with some of the most boring people in the world, financial advisors. I need Anna to entertain me in the meantime. She has done a monster session like that a few times before and she knows exactly how to keep me occupied for the duration. This is why I keep my visits with Anna to an absolute minimum; I need her for these kinds of things and don't want to lose her.
—
Before Anna, there had been Joyce. Still in her early twenties, Joyce had been the first real secretary I had employed, and of course I was leveraging her too, blackmailing is such a dirty word. But I had pushed a little to far and one fine evening she had walked right in front of a truck. People still think it was an accident, but honestly, I know better. She still had my seed dripping out of her ass and she died without her panties on.
I do love to penetrate an unwilling asshole. Honestly, I think for most women, it is always unwilling, even if they say they like it. But there was one who craved it, Lucia, an old girlfriend of mine, she still lives up north I believe. I had picked her up in a bar many years ago, and before we even had shared a first kiss, she asked me if I would fancy a go at her ass. At that time I had been an ass-virgin, but she made me hooked. It is a completely different feeling than when you are fucking a nice, wet, soft pussy. Not necessarily better, but different. I like a good ass fuck from time to time for the physical feeling it gives me; I like it even more when I know my subject hates it.
—
But if there is no direct leverage, the ass is still a perfect place to establish superiority and control. That special look a woman has when you take them there, I first had seen it on the face, of the eighteen-year-old French girl, many summers ago, when I was still at school. I fucked her in her own tent next to the one of her parents. I had been staying close by in a hotel, near the camping ground, when on evening I had seen how she had stolen some money from her parents and from some neighbouring tents. After that, she had been paying for my silence with her body, night after night. In the beginning, the sex had been about control, and one night I had made her come hard. I bet that it was her first orgasm ever from a cock pounding into her; she had screamed into my hand. Her father had asked, in French from the other tent, if something was wrong, and she just told him: "Non, papa."
But that night, the rules changed. I had clamped her face again when I pulled out of her pussy and had immediately forced myself up her ass. That moment, our agreement was over; this was not blackmail sex anymore, this was just plain old rape. I was lying on her back, pinning her to the air mattress, my free hand looking for her clit. I did make her come again while I came deep in her ass. She had given me the same look Vicky had giving me, the look of a soul utterly broken by pleasure and violation. I had fucked the French teen's pussy again, now with a dirty cock, not twenty minutes later. That had been my last night with, my little French girl. Virginie was her name if I remember well. But she wasn’t that when I left her that night.
—
But with Joyce I went to far. It all started out good. The morning conference call was dull, the voices droning on about quarterly projections, but she was entirely focused on her task. She had kept her head down, completely dedicated to satisfying me, maintaining a perfect, steady rhythm that allowed me to sit back, half-listen to the call, and be thoroughly attended to. The entire time she was in complete control.
The meeting ran long, and I got bored, needing a new vector of control. I had casually pushed off my shoe and, with my socked foot, I had started to move it up and down between her legs. Her hips had started to move in unison, rocking subtly against my office chair, riding my foot while keeping her mouth busy on my cock.
The sensations had multiplied. The intense heat and wetness of her focused mouth was counterpointed by the rough, unexpected friction of the cotton sock sliding over her bare skin of her thigh and her thin panties. I increased the pressure with my heel, grinding my socked foot against the epicenter of her desire. The combination was too much for her to bear silently. I felt her throat clench on my cock, her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body silently convulsing as she fought to maintain the performance.
It was a fantastic feeling, feeling her come on my foot, the orgasm a violent, shuddering tremor that drenched both her panties and my sock. I still have those panties somewhere at home in a ziplock bag, the smell is still exquisite, a mix of sweat and her incredible musk. Probably the only cells left of her body still in existence.
I should have left it alone, I knew she hated the rest. She never once complained about the sucking, but she did not like me in her pussy and she detested me in her ass.
She had begged me, in the weeks prior, not to fuck her anymore. She had met a nice guy and they were talking of moving in together. She understood she needed to keep serving me, but she pleaded with me to limit it to her mouth. I’ll be honest, I did promise her I would respect that.
I hadn’t cared that day, I was frustrated and needed to find some release. After my last meeting I had pushed her on my desk, without the simple barrier of her panties in place, I pushed deep inside her, moving slowly, building the pressure. I used my thumb to work her clit, maintaining just enough movement to keep her on the brink. When I made her come hard, a high, strangled gasp escaped her just as I pulled out. She had not said a word, her look distant.
I had twisted her, positioned her on her stomach against my desk, and without waiting I took her in the ass, something I knew she absolutely detested. I slammed my hips down hard, forcing a breathless noise out of her. For me this had just been about release, I just pounded her ass hard for a few minutes before I came. She just stood, walked out of my office, not saying a word. I got the news of, what they still call, her accident not twenty minutes later.
It was just painful, I almost started to cry, I was going to miss that mouth. Luckily I found Anna not a month later. It had to be patient with her, it had taken me three weeks before I found enough to finally leverage her. She had screamed that I was a bastard and that she hated me. It was fun, a burst of genuine defiance that I quickly crushed, and she never repeated it. Since that day Anna’s mouth was just a pleasure, it always puts me into such a relaxed, focused mood.
—
When I was studying at MIT, my psychologist had called me a psychopath, a narcissist and many other names that I don't remember. Se had been so frustrated that she could not write them in her report. I did not then, but I am now starting to understand what she was saying.
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