Danielle Submits

She paused, then reached to the center of her chest to release the catch on her bra. There was a moment’s hesitation and she paused as if this was the point of no return.

“Oh god,” she whispered almost to herself and she opened the bra and slipped it off her shoulders.

Her breasts, released from their confinement, bounced once, nipples tightening in a response to their exposure to cooler air and the unmistakable sound of raw passion as she heard Terry gasp at the sight of her bare, upturned globes.

She automatically returned to her position. Pausing for a moment just to look, he finally stood and stepped in front of her. She quickly cast a glance to his face and shuddered at the sight of fiery lust in his eyes.

He reached with both hands to cup her tits, first hefting them in his upturned hands, then letting them drop to their natural position. She shifted as her pussy began to weep in arousal. Again he lifted her breasts, this time rubbing his thumbs across the erect nubs of her nipples causing her to gasp and sway as her knees buckled under the sensation of the stimulus.

“Oh, p-please!” she gasped.

Without responding to her unspecific plea, he then grasped each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to lightly pinch.

“Oh, god, please!” she cried as her pussy throbbed in need and her nipples were gradually crushed under what became a mixture of pain and pleasure inducing pressure.

Just when she thought she would fall to her knees, he released her nipples and casually sat down again.

She didn’t wait for his command and hooking her thumbs in the waistline of her thong, she began to peel it down her thighs. As the thong slid down her thighs, the slick juices of her pussy caused it to cling between her legs and Terry grinned as she had to peel the crotch away from the slick bare lips of her pussy.

Again she assumed her position and again he stood and walked slowly around her.

Stopping behind her he said, “Spread your legs.”

“Oh,” she replied reflexively and moved her feet apart twelve inches.

“Not enough,” he grunted, placing his foot between hers and tapping her feet apart until they were almost three feet apart..

Again the stroking of her legs started. First the backs of her thighs, then inside them. Again her knees buckled as his knuckle brushed the dripping lips of her now gaping pussy.

“Bend over,” he stated simply, pressing against her shoulders, “And put your hands on your knees.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned. She knew that he was fully aware of her penchant for anal stimulation and she blushed as she felt the cool air in the room caress he now exposed anus.

He continued to stroke between her legs slowly wetting his finger with the juices seeping from her pussy. Then without warning he reached with one hand and used his thumb and forefinger to fully separate her ass cheeks. Before she could react, his well lubed finger was twirling against the furled opening of her anus.

“N-n-n-n-g-g-g-!” she gritted as his finger penetrated the tight ring only to stop just inside.

“W-h-o-o-o-o-a-a-h-h-!” she groaned as his other hand reached under her chest and latched onto the rock hard nub of her left nipple.

Again, just as she started to let herself go, he stopped and sat down.

“Get in position,” he stated simply.

Once again she stood with her fingers laced behind her neck, breasts rising and falling in time with her ragged breathing, clit throbbing between her clinched thighs, anus stinging maddeningly from the partial invasion that left her unsatisfied. She needed to cum so badly, yet knew from experience that it would happen only when he decided it would.

He stood and walked to the telephone. Picking it up he dialed a number then turned to her and said, “We need to get you some clothes for tonight.”

At first she thought he was calling a store to order some things for delivery to the room, but then panic filled her being as she heard his end of the conversation.

He paused until the phone was answered, then asked “Lewan? Hi, it’s me. I need for you to fit a lady for dinner tonight. Can you come up?”

Her eyes bugged from her head as she realized that he was bringing someone to the room to fit her for clothing.

“Oh, please don’t do this!” she cried as he put the phone down.

“Do what dear?" he asked smiling.

“P-please don’t let anyone see me like this! I’ll die,…Please don’t” she begged as tears sprang into her eyes.

“But Danielle, we need to fit you for clothing tonight…” he explained with mock seriousness.

“Yes, I know,” she cried, “B-but can’t you just tell them my sizes and have them delivered? Oh, please can’t you?”

Tears streaked her face and her arms had dropped to her side as she continued to beg, but Terry was unmoved by her pleading and only watched with interest as her breasts shook with the tortured movement of her body. Suddenly, there was a quiet knock at the door.

“Oh god no, please Terry, don’t do this!” she begged.

But he had lost his sympathetic demeanor.

Turning to the door he called “Just a minute Lewan!”

Then turning toward her, he crossed the room in two steps. Reaching up he roughly grasped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and with a viscous pinch brought her to her knees gasping and squealing in pain.

“Now you listen to me Danielle.” He growled, “This is the last time I’m going to explain this to you. We both know you want this…Hell, you need it. Now this is your last chance. Get a towel and clean up your face. Then get your ass in position so I can let Lewan in the room. If you don’t, I swear to god I will drag your bare naked ass to the elevator and dump you in the lobby…Do…you…un…der…stand?”

Each of the last syllables were deliver with an increased tightening of his fingers on Danielle’s nipple until she was writing on the floor as Terry twisted the tortured pap of flesh.

When he released her nipple she scrambled to her feet and ran to the bathroom. In a panic she washed her face, dried her tears and ran her fingers through her long dark hair to at least give it some semblance of neatness. Rushing back to the living room her breasts swung wildly as she quickly went to the center of the room and assumed her position.

“Are you ready?’ he questioned with one upraised eyebrow.

“Y-yes sir” she whispered and sighed as a ragged sob escaped her throat.

His demeanor changed again as he opened the door and said, “Lewan! Please come in.”

Danielle cut her eyes to view the visitor and saw a slim, petite Asian girl of about 25 years of age stepping through the door. She had long jet black hair, brown eyes, flawless skin, and was dressed in the low cut jeans and midriff baring top often worn by younger women these days. Although small breasted, the protrusions on the peaks of her petite breasts left no doubt that she was braless. The entire look was topped off by a set of razor like fingernails and full lips painted blood red.

The girl paused to give Terry a hug and then turned to stare at Danielle.

“Whoa, Mr. T!” She exclaimed as she walked across the room and stood in front of Danielle, “You’ve got a real beauty here!”

“Yes, Lewan, this is Danielle.” He seemed to enjoy at the ridiculousness of the situation, “She need to be fitted for a dinner tonight at our usual location. What do you think?”

Lewan circled Danielle, who stood trembling under the gaze of the young woman. When she had walked completely around her and was once again facing Danielle, Lewan turned to Terry.

“I suppose she will be the entertainment for the evening?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

Terry only nodded.

“Entertainment?” Danielle’s mind raced in panic at the implications, “Oh my god!”

Again a small sob escaped Danielle’s throat causing Terry to frown a warning and Lewan to turn back to her.

“Oh sweetheart,” Lewan crooned as she reached out to stroke Danielle’s bare ribcage as if to sooth her, “Don’t worry, it will be fine.”

Danielle gasped at the warmth of Lewan’s hand as it rested on her hip.

“Okay, Mr. T.” Lewan grinned, “ Let me get my tape and notebook.”

Danielle’s eyes pleaded with Terry as Lewan walked back across the room but he seemed not to notice. He sat down in the chair and stared at her as if to remind her of his previous warning.

Lewan quickly measured Danielle’s hips and waist, each time lightly caressing Danielle’s flesh as her hands moved over her body. Despite her best efforts to suppress any sexual arousal she might feel, Danielle could not stop her body from reacting to the young girl’s touch.

Proceeding with the measurements, Lewan stepped behind Danielle and wrapped the tape around her breasts. Reaching around, she adjusted the tape across the tips of Danielle’s nipples, read the results and then released the tape and wrote down the number.

Turning to Terry, she asked, “Do her nipples get very large when they’re erect?”

“Yeah,” he replied as if they were discussing the weather, “You’d better check them that way.”

Danielle gasped in shock as Lewan turned back to her and reaching up, raked the blood red nail of her index finger across the pap of her left nipple. The sensation of the nail on her nipple caused it to rise and swell. Again Lewan raked the nipple and again Danielle gasped in a combination of pain and unwanted arousal. Lewan took her time, repeatedly raking her nails over both nipples until they would increase in size no further.

By this time Danielle was shaking with pent up arousal and panting with the need for further stimulation. Again wrapping the tape around Danielle’s chest Lewan took the measurement and turned to Terry.

“You’ve got a hot one here Mr. T.” She said with a grin.

Danielle hung her head at hearing Lewan lascivious comment, but immediately looked up when Lewan asked her next question.

“You want her measured for those special panties?” she asked.

“Yes, I think she will need those as well.” Terry responded.

“Okay sweetheart,” Lewan grinned as she turned back to Danielle, “Spread your legs wide apart. I’ve got to measure you front to back.”

Danielle gasped at the implication that she was going to have to expose her pussy to this woman and her head jerked toward Terry, only to be met by the even gaze of his blue eyes reminding her that he would tolerate no more resistance.

Gathering all of her courage, Danielle returned to her position and spread her legs apart just as Terry had her do earlier.

Lewan kneeled in front of her and grasping the end of the tape reached between her legs, placing the end of the tape on her skin just above the point where the crack in her ass began. Then unbelievably to Danielle, she pulled the tape tight between her legs and put it against Danielle’s lower belly just above the small patch of pubic hair.

“Um. Mr. T.” she asked, “ Could you help me here?”

“Sure!” Terry responded, “What do you need?”

“Just hold the end of the tape there where I have it on her butt,” Lewan answered.

Terry moved around behind Danielle and placed his thumb in place of Lewan’s.

“Okay, now let me adjust her pussy lips,” Lewan muttered, then giggled, “What have you been doing to her? They’re so puffy and slick!”

Danielle’s eyes bugged from her head as she felt the rasp of Lewan’s nails on her pussy lips, then blushed furiously with eyes closed as the girl took each outer lip between her nails and pulled it aside so that the tape nestled between her outer lips and rested tightly against her inner labia.

“Does your clit swell much baby?” Lewan asked staring up at Danielle from her place on the floor.

“I-I d-don’t know what you m-mean,” Danielle stuttered in reply.

“Just test her Lewan,” Terry replied quickly, “She’s pretty stressed right now.

“Sure Mr. T” Lewan grinned, “But you better grab her and hold her still!”

Danielle gasped as she felt Terry grip her shoulders and heard him whisper threateningly , “Don’t you move those hands Danielle!”

Dropping the tape, Lewan used her right hand to skin back the hood on Danielle’s clit. When the pink nub appeared to be fully extended, Lewan softly raked her blood red nail across the tender nub of flesh.

“A-h-h-h, god! Oh, god p-please!” Danielle shrieked as the shock of the nail rubbing across her most tender flesh crashed into her brain.

Her legs went rigid and she struggled against Terry’s grip.

Again Lewan raked the tender nub, this time pressing the nail into the pink flesh until it turned white.

“Y-i-i-i-i-i-i-i! Oh my god! Oh not again, p-please not again!” Danielle begged once again thrashing so much that her breast bounced violently back and forth across her chest.

Lewan sat back on her heels and said, “Okay Mr. T put the tape back in position.”

Again the tape was pulled between her legs and again the sharp nails handled Danielle’s now dripping pussy lips, and the measurement for the mysterious panties was made. Through it all Danielle stood panting, nipples and pussy throbbing, unbelieving at her reaction to the handling of her body by this young woman.

”Okay, Mr. T.” Lewan grinned, “ I see six inch heels, a short skirt to accentuate the long legs, a nice silk top to show off the tits, silk stockings and garter, and of course the panties…All in black. Oh, do you want a single or double plug in the panties? They make both now.”

“Oh, a double by all means!” Terry exclaimed.

“Plugs?” Danielle’s tortured mind focused on the word. She had seen panties with dildos in the crotch on the Internet…”Oh my god!”

Listening closer Danielle heard only details about a delivery by 5:30 that night and she began to relax as Lewan began to move toward the door. But just as Lewan got to the door she turned and studied Danielle once more.

“You know Mr. T.,” she mused, “ That patch of hair above her pussy is going to look weird with those low cut panties. Perhaps we had better shave it off.”

As Danielle stood both confused and panicked at the implication of this comment, Terry nodded his head in agreement.

“Your correct as usual.” He agreed, “Do you have time to do it now?”

“Sure!” Lewan grinned, “My time is your time. I can easily get the clothes here even doing the shave. Is your stuff in your kit?”

“Yeah,” he responded, “In the usual place.”

Lewan turned to walk into the bedroom then looking over her shoulder called to Danielle, “Come on in here sweetheart. I know you’re tired of standing.”

Danielle turned to look at Terry and whispered “Please don’t make me do thi….”

“It’s your choice.” Terry shrugged, “Either in there or on the elevator.”

Shoulders slumped in defeat, Danielle walked into the bedroom where she found Lewan spreading a thick towel on the end of the bed.

There was a bottle of baby oil and an old fashioned straight razor laying on the dresser.

“Lay down on your back baby,” Lewan grinned as Danielle entered, “Mr. T. only uses a straight razor so you’ll have to be very still.”

“Oh god!” Danielle whispered more to herself than anyone as she sat on the end of the bed, then at Lewan’s instruction lay back with her feet resting on the floor.

Terry stood slightly behind Lewan and facing Danielle watching intently.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Lewan crooned, “Just spread those long legs so I can get to you.”

With tears welling in her eyes, Danielle grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled them up as if she were inviting a lover to fuck her. She could feel the cool air of the room brush over her widespread pussy and the crinkled rose of her anus.

Closing her eyes in humiliation she heard a rush of liquid then gasped as Lewan’s warm, oil-covered palm slowly rubbed the slick baby oil into the patch of pubic hair on her lower belly. There was a pause then Lewan turned to Terry.

“Mr. T., she has a little stubble here and there and look at this cute little butt hole. There’s quit a bit of short hair around it. You want me to clean her up?”

“Yeah, we want her clean as whistle” Terry replied, “Go ahead and do her all over.”

Danielle only whimpered at hearing of yet more humiliation then gasped as she felt Lewan’s hand begin to spread even more oil, this time over her bare pussy and then over and around her anus. Danielle could no longer resist the overload of sexual stimulation that came with the young girl’s roving hands. Before Lewan could get her pussy and anus thoroughly soaked with oil, Danielle was writhing in the need to cum. But just as her breath started those short choppy gasps that characterize impending orgasm, Lewan removed her hands and after drying them on a towel, picked up the razor.

“Okay baby,” Lewan whispered, “You be real still so I don’t cut you.”

Danielle froze in fear and willed herself to remain still. The scrape of the razor was minor and she felt no pain at all as her pubis was shaved clean. As the shaving continued and Lewan had labored to get to all the stubble she had no choice but to handle Danielle’s pussy lips and clit sheath and despite her best efforts Danielle soon found herself aroused again. Once again Lewan stopped and Danielle sobbed in frustration.

“Tell you what baby,” Lewan said as she stood up to clean the razor,” Get on your hands and knees, spread your knees wide and put your ass in the air. That way it will be easier for me to get to that cute little asshole of yours.”

“Oh, do you have to do this?” Danielle pleaded blushing furiously at the thought of someone shaving around her anus.

“Danielle!” Terry growled his warning and she scrambled to get on her knees.

“Put your tits down on the bed baby,” Lewan crooned.

Danielle scrambled to do as she was told, her entire body blushing crimson.

“That’s it," Lewan said as she smiled at the visage of Danielle on her knees, ass in the air and chest mashed into the bed.

In this position Danielle was exposed in a manner that left her no defenses. Her bare, slick pussy was open and gaping. Her clit was protruding from its sheath as if seeking attention and her oil slick anus was winking in fear.

"Okay Danielle,” Lewan whispered, “The easiest way to do this is to put a finger in your little hole and stretch the skin smooth.”

“Oh, Terry, please don’t let her. P-please! I’ll d-do anything!” Danielle sobbed in embarrassment.

“Just relax Danielle and it’ll be over soon,” Terry replied coolly as he nodded to Lewan to continue.

With that Lewan liberally oiled her middle left finger, reached forward and slipped the long nail into the tight opening of Danielle’s anus.

“Ah, oh god, you're cutting me!” Danielle cried, freezing in panic.

“No, baby, it’s not cutting you,” Lewan whispered stroking Danielle’s ass cheeks with her other hand.”

Within a few seconds, Lewan’s finger tip was pressing against the opening of Danielle’s anus and with one push it popped in to the second knuckle.

“A-h-h-h-h! Oh my god! Oh yes!” Danielle gasped raising up on all fours as if to push back on the invading finger.

“Uh oh, Mr. T.” Lewan grinned over her shoulder, “I think I’ve hit the hot button.”

“Danielle!” Terry growled and Danielle lowered her breasts to the bed groaning in frustration.

Lewan worked slowly, twisting her finger in Danielle’s anus until all of the tiny hairs were removed from around the furled opening. Danielle held stock still maoning each time Lewan moved her finger and groaning in both embarrassment and sexual frustration when Lewan’s finger finally slipped from her anus.

Before she could move, Terry told her to stay in that position, turned to the case on the dresser and removed a six inch cock-shaped dildo.

Quickly lathering oil on the rubberized shaft, he turned to Lewan and said, “Let’s finish her now or she’ll be useless tonight.”

Before Danielle could react, he pressed the head of the rubber cock into her anus and with one smooth motion pushed it in until the fake balls at the base pressed into the distended ring of her anus.