MasterPC Ch. 02

"Did anyone take cell phone pictures?"

"No...now please, please, please, get this thing off me," Heather moaned.

He picked up the feather, got a shriek from heather as he dragged it across her skin, and dropped it on the floor.

"How long before your sorority sisters are back?"

"None of us is 21, so they have to go a ways to find a friendly liquor store clerk -- someone will probably have to give him a blowjob -- it'll be half an hour at least."

"How'd you get served at the saloon?"

"Summer and I have a deal with the bar tender. That's why I suggested the place."

"What'd you do to me while I was sleeping?"

"We all took turns fucking you with a strapon, we rode your cock -- man that thing is huge -- and we swatted your butt with ping pong paddles."

"That's it? Not very imaginative."

David was sitting on the bed again, running his fingers up and down Heather's belly from just below her breasts to just above her pubis. She was moaning again but this time it was not from fear. She was quite rapidly becoming more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. David stared down at her face and began to methodically and expertly stroke every inch of her taut flesh from her neck to her pussy.

No matter how much Heather squirmed in her bonds, she could not escape his talented fingers. He said nothing, gave away nothing, his facial expression completely unreadable, but his touch was ubiquitous and irresistible.

"Please...please...please...you've got me so fuckin' horny... Get me off...please...make me cum."

"Now, Heather, why in the world would I do anything like that? What's my motivation?"

"I'll do anything. I'll let you fuck my ass. I'll be your slave for life. I'll send you videos of me and Summer doing each other. Just please, make me cum."

"Heather, you really must learn some self-discipline," David said, smiling his most charming smile, the one that made his wife run into the bathroom and lock the door. Now he focused on her super sensitive nipples. He licked his fingers and transferred the wetness to the twin spikes atop her perky tits; he leaned over her and gently blew on first one and then the other. He repeated this several times before leaning in and taking one nipple into his mouth and gently at first and then with more power sucking on it. He nibbled with his teeth -- Heather gasped and he felt her hips heave up off the bed -- he sucked, he licked, and then he withdrew, once more stroking her flesh with his fingers.

He cupped her sex with his hand and began to gently rub up and down. Her crotch was a swamp of pussy juice. His middle finger easily slid between the swollen lips, penetrating her jade gate to the second knuckle. Heather squealed in pleasure and then moaned in frustration as the finger was just as quickly withdrawn.

"Heather, you're cute as a button, and if I had time I'd bang you like a drum until you couldn't walk for days, but right now, you really don't have anything I want. I would suggest you not try crying rape. And, I think you should close your AFF account. In any event, I'm going to warn my men friends about you and your little scheme."

David stood up and blew Heather a kiss. She screamed at him as he walked out the door.

"You bastard! Don't leave me like this! Please...I'm sorry...let me make it up to you... pllllllleeeeeeeeaaaassssssseeee!"

It really was pitiful. He almost went back and gave her pussy a good drubbing. But, he smiled to himself instead, and walked out of the house and into the night.

Back at his hotel room he checked his e-mail and then remembered the memory card in his pocket. He popped it into the card reader slot on his laptop and started going through the pictures on the tiny storage device.

There were a lot of them. Apparently, the sorority sisters liked to document their fun. If he had been so inclined, he could have made a fortune with some of the files Heather had on her camera. Finally he got to the most recent entries and found the images of what the girls had gotten up to while he was in roofy land.

"No wonder my butt is sore," he chuckled. They'd used a strapon on his ass and it wasn't a tiny one either. Fortunately, he enjoyed ass play and had done it enough that he was somewhat acclimated, and they really hadn't intended permanent harm -- they'd used plenty of lube and hadn't really gone to work on his ass until he'd adjusted somewhat.

"Wish I'd been awake for this part," he said.

His phone rang. It was his wife. He talked to her for a while, still flipping through the pictures, and then, when the call was over, he got undressed, set his alarm, and went to bed.

(Coming soon: Heather's Pennance)