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  They didn’t stop and the fucking continued, my pussy more sensitive now. I could already feel the second orgasm building. Sarah got up and sat on my face, her pussy grinding over my mouth as her juices went all over me. I tongued her clit and I could tell an orgasm was building inside of her too.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned as she placed her palms on my forehead and rode me harder. “Ohhh, I’m going to cum!” I could feel her body surge with pleasure on top of me, almost sending me over the edge again too. I reached for my clit and rubbed it furiously, craving another orgasm. Jamie and Daniels were now thrusting with long, single, uncontrolled thrusts, both of them ejecting all of their cum inside of me. My second orgasm came crashing through my body, far more powerful than the first.

  We all laid there for a few seconds to allow our sweaty bodies to recover before James slowly slid his monster cock out of my pussy and I got up to put on my clothes.

  “No need to put those back on. You two can have the guest suite,” Daniels informed us. He got up and turned the hallway light on, leading us to the room at the end.

  We woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon filling the air.

  “What the hell happened last night?” I asked Sarah.

  “It was fun wasn’t it?” She replied.

  “Well, yeah, I guess, but still, what the hell.”

  “Don’t worry about it then!” She smiled as she climbed on top of me once again and leaned in to give me a kiss. I could feel myself getting turned on again as her nipples brushed against mine. She began moving her lips down my cheeks to my chest, kissing me all the way.

  “I never got a chance to repay you for last night.” She looked up seductively from just below my breasts now. I grabbed her hair as she made her way lower until her breath was on my clit. She wrapped her arms around my thighs and took a big lick all the way over the length of my folds. I was surprised to find myself slightly excited, I had never been eaten out by a girl before. Her tongue and lips felt like magic on my cunt, Sarah knew exactly how to do this. Her long strokes up my pussy were replaced by quick flicks of her tongue against my clit.

  I looked down at her and saw that she was completely lost in a frenzy of love making to my pussy. I could feel myself nearing yet another orgasm as she sucked my clit into her mouth and spanked it with her tongue. My hips started rocking into her face as I let out uncontrolled moans of pleasure, an orgasm surging through my pussy.

  She kissed my pussy one last time before looking back up at me. “My, my, that was quick.” She smiled and we shared a quick laugh.

  James drove us back to my place after breakfast, Daniels had already gone to work. We waved goodbye as we walked up to my house, praying that my parents weren’t home. I knew my dad would not approve of me staying out all night. I opened the door to the garage and stepped in.

  “Shit.” My dad’s car was home, he hadn’t left yet. We tried sneaking into the house without being heard but our efforts were futile, he saw us.

  “Where were you two last night?” He asked.

  “Uhhh, we crashed at a friend’s house.” I replied.

  “Oh really? Which one of your friends drives a lexus?”

  “That’s her dad’s,” Sarah chimed in.

  “Oh. Ok then.” He looked at us with disbelief, but I was just glad that he didn’t press any further. Sarah grabbed her things from my room and left.

  Chapter 2

  I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in the penthouse the entire following week. I wanted more, but Sarah was out of town this weekend and I didn’t have the guts to approach Daniels by myself. Friday night had approached quickly and I had no plans yet, that was until I saw my neighbour, pull up in his car again after work.

  “Hey Casey,” he called out again as usual.

  “Hey Mr. Davis.” I waved back. I looked at him a bit longer than usual, my curiosity at an all-time high. I waited for him to close his door behind him before going inside.

  I looked through my closet and tried to pick out a dress that I thought could be worn by one of the girls that he brought home. I put it on, got ready, and went to my usual lookout spot waiting for him to get into his car. I was ready.

  About ten minutes later I saw him leave his house and open his car door. I waited for him to drive off before I ran to my car, as quickly as the dress and heels I was wearing would allow me.

  I followed him down the streets at a safe distance so he wouldn’t be suspicious or see that it was me in his mirrors. He didn’t drive very far, but I was surprised to see where he parked. I stopped my car and watched him walk down the sidewalk into an old run down building. I didn’t understand why he was here, so I waited in my car, expecting him to come back out.

  I waited for twenty minutes before my curiosity got the best of me. I opened my car door and walked down the sidewalk to the building he went into. I read the name of the store, Ed’s VCR Repair Shop. The windows had a bit of dust built up on them and a closed sign hanging in the door. I was sure this was where he went though so I pushed on the door and it opened with a creak. I walked in slowly and headed to the back where I heard the muffled sound of music. The music was coming from behind two large black metal doors. I swallowed my nervousness and pushed open the right door allowing the soft sound of music to clearly fill my ears.

  The place was relatively small, but incredibly elegant. I felt so out of place here, I approached the bar to the left and leaned against the railing.

  “Oh looky looky, what have we got here?” I looked over to the bartender making her way to me. “Are you lost sweetheart?”

  “No.” I looked at her slightly confused.

  “Can I get you something to drink then?”

  “Sure, I’ll have a long island ice tea.”

  “Do you know what this place is darling?” She asked as she poured my drink.

  “Not really.”

  “Be careful then, the men in here are like vultures, and they love fresh meat.” She slid the drink over to me. “This one’s on the house. Good luck.”

  Before I could even bring the straw up to my lips a man leaned up against the bar beside me. I looked over, it was Mr. Davis.

  “What are you doing here?” He scolded.

  “Uhhhh,” I stammered.

  “You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong in a place like this.” He grabbed my arm. “I’m taking you home right now.” He dragged me out to his car, my drink still in hand.

  “What were you thinking following me here?” He asked as we entered his car.

  “I dunno, I was bored and curious,” I replied. “What was that place?”

  “Nevermind that place. I’m just glad I found you first.” His gentle gaze slightly longer than it should have been, causing my pussy to grow warmer.

  He didn’t speak the entire way back to his place. When we pulled up to his house he didn’t get out of the car, he just looked over at me, his mind obviously conflicted.

  “I’ve heard you,” he said.

  “What?” I replied.

  “I’ve heard you outside my window. I can hear the rocks under your feet when you’re there.”

  I could feel my chest tighten and my pussy getting wetter. I was certain I made no sound.

  “Your little moans as you touch yourself listening to me.” His eyes were burning with desire now.

  “I was wondering how long it would take you to come get the real thing.” He opened his door and got out, walking to his house. I sat there for a few seconds, filled with need and confusion before I threw open the car door and followed him up the well lit stone pathway.

  “I’m sure you know how this goes by now.” He shut the door behind us, his eyes never leaving me. I stood there unsure of what was about to happen, I didn’t want to make the first move.

  “Well.” He looked at me expectantly, motioning to a doorway with nothing but a single wooden chair behind it. I knew what was going to happen in that room and I could feel a sexual excitement building as e
ach step took me closer and closer to the chair. I took a seat, closed my eyes and put my arms behind the chair. I waited for his orders.

  “Good, you have been paying attention then.” He said as his shoes echoed against the wooden floor. He knelt behind me and tied my hands securely to the chair, then my ankles to the legs of it.

  He leaned in and slowly pressed his cheek against mine, his breath hot on my ear. “I’ll be right back.” The same frustration built inside of me as he walked away, I absolutely hated waiting for this guy!

  bRRRRRRR, I heard the sound of the vibrator starting up as he walked closer.

  “You’re probably curious to know what I do to bad little girls who let their orgasm out?” He pressed the vibrator hard against my clit.

  “Well?” He whispered in my ear, “are you?”

  All I could do was let out a weak moan of pleasure as the vibrator pulsed against me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I would have to let my orgasm take over just like the other women that sat here before me.

  “Yes,” I said desperately as surges of pleasure started taking over.

  “Good.” He pulled the vibrator away before I felt the sweet release. My eyes opened desperately and met his fiery gaze.

  “Eyes closed!” He demanded. “You know what happens when you don’t behave.” He shoved the vibrator hard against my clit again and spread my legs as wide as my dress would allow. I felt the same surges pulsing through my clit as the orgasm started to build up again.

  “No, you don’t deserve that.” He pulled the vibrator away again.

  “Please,” I begged desperately. He didn’t respond and began to untie my legs. He left my hands tied together behind my back and lifted me up, leading me with one hand to the room I’ve always had to imagine. We went down the stairs and through a hidden door in the back of his basement, behind which nothing was furnished and the walls were bare. There was nothing in the room except a bed and a shower. He sat down on the bed.

  “On your knees,” he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him. I did as I was told, the power in his voice left me helpless. With my knees on the cold concrete he unbuttoned his pants and grabbed me by the back of my head, forcing me forward into his beautiful cock. It could barely fit in my mouth as I took it in, eager to please. My lips ran up and down around his shaft. I wanted so badly for him to fuck me. I sucked on everything, his balls, his tip, his shaft.

  He stood up and went around behind me, bending me over the bed. He dropped his pants.

  “This is what I do to girls that cum without my permission.” He pushed up my dress and I could feel the tip of his penis exploring the outside of my panties before he pushed them to the side. His cock slid in with one powerful motion, filling my soaking pussy with force. He thrust his hips into my ass, giving me everything he had. Each thrust filled with determination, he held nothing back as I could hear the slap of my ass on him.

  He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me up onto the bed face down. He untied my hands and tied one to each bedpost before climbing on top of me and shoving his cock in again, his weight pressing on top of me and his smell filling the air around me.

  “I’m going to fill your little pussy,” he grunted as he thrust in and out until I could tell he was losing control. His cum shot into me, filling me even further before he dropped the rest of his weight onto me, breathing heavily into my ear.

  He got up and put his clothes on before untying me. I rolled onto my back and laid there on the bed as he shut the door behind him. With cum dripping out of my pussy, I lay there discarded, used. Staring up to the ceiling, my heart still racing from what just happened, my normal thoughts started coming back.

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  Table of Contents

  Kept - I've Become His Dirty Little Secret

  Midpoint

  Chapter 2