Todos los capítulos de WICKED TEMPTATIONS (STEAMY COLLECTIONS): Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

I walk up to the door with the two men flanking me. I expect one to reach out and open it, but neither does. I cannot open it myself, as there is no handle on the outside. So I stand facing the door, wondering what will happen next as the one guard opens the envelope."Everything appears to be in order, Ms. Sahkarov. Welcome to the club."The other guard presses a button on a beeper clipped to his belt, and looks up as though he expects the door to open. When it does not, he picks up the beeper and reads the display, his rugged face briefly highlighted by blue LCD light.His voice is deep and gravelly. "Excuse me, Ms. Sahkarov, but of course you have to understand that this is a secure location, and we cannot allow any weapons, so we will have to frisk you before you can go in. My apologies for any inconvenience."I begin to protest, but the other guard steps close to me and grips my wrists gently. "Here, put your hands on the door this way." He raises my hands as high as I can reach,

Finally he releases my fingers. As I slowly draw back from the hole he whispers to me again. "sit down, and take off your boots, I want to see your pretty feet, please let me see your pretty feet..." I do as he says, feeling possessed by this voice, this situation.I lean with my back against the cold glossy black tile of the wall behind me, stretching out my legs and arching my feet to tease him. The stall separates us, gives us anonymity, yet it still allows a contact so sexual, so erotic.I'm sitting now, petting myself slowly through my sopping pantyhose. Somewhere outside the bathroom loud music starts. I can hear and feel the heavy driving bass through the wall like a dull thudding, rhythmic and steady.I start to take my pantyhose off, I want him to see me naked, I want him to see all of me as I watch myself come, but his voice comes back urgently. A whisper at first, I can no longer easily hear with the music in the background.He raises his voice louder, and I can hear him, s

Bill eagerly trailed Mr. Williams along the hall and down some stairs. His heart was pounding with excitement. His jizz was boiling. They reached a room that looked like a movie version of a medieval dungeon. There were rings in the walls and ceilings. There were ropes and shackles everywhere. There were chairs and benches all with straps clearly made for holding someone immobile. Bill's pulsed raced as he imagined Natalie tied to them.Natalie was kneeling on the floor sobbing. When they entered she looked up at her father with pleading eyes and begged, "Please, Daddy, please don't punish me in front of Bill."He glared at her. "You are making things worse every minute, Natalie. I am not going to punish you, Bill is! He is going to punish you for two hours." Bill's cock was already hard. Mr. William's statement caused it to get even harder. Bill could feel the precum oozing from his cock. He was going to have two hours to spank this delicious, arrogant piece of ass. He knew she would

Mr. Williams re-entered the room as the time was up. Bill's cock was somewhat weary but still an imposing sight.Mr. Williams looked at it and said, "I see that Natalie has had a good working over. Has she been fully obedient and enthusiastic?"Natalie blanched as Bill answered, "No she has not. She failed to address me as 'master' on two occasions and did a poor job of sucking my cock after I butt-fucked her."He turned on her and almost shouted, "So you need a caning and further punishment! Bill will be back next weekend."He reached for the cane, but Bill put a restraining hand on his arm."Mr. Williams," he said, "may I offer a suggestion? Rather than scar her body, consider an alternative. Let her remain my slave for the remainder of the week. I will use this time to humiliate and punish her while at school and afterwards. The effect should be much better than a whipping."Mr. Williams thought for a moment and answered, "What do you have in mind?"He and Bill stepped out of Natal

She felt she looked like a street whore and blushed crimson as she contemplated the humiliation of being seen in public in this outfit. But she knew if she tried to resist she would find herself kneeling naked before five or six hard cocks squirting jizz all over her tits.When she entered the kitchen her father looked her over and commented "I see that Bill has found an appropriate outfit for your further humiliation. You look like a slut. Perhaps you will finally learn your lesson. Remember, obey him or you will find out that your pain and humiliation have just begun."Natalie began sobbing, but her father ignored her and went back to reading his newspaper.Bill arrived and once again entered without knocking. He greeted Mr. Williams. As Mr. Williams looked on Bill ran his hands over Natalie's tits."I think I picked the right outfit."Bill explained to Natalie how the day was to go and how she was expected to behave if she wished to avoid a gang fuck. Mr. Williams beamed his approv