The Gun Seller in Retreat

He kept her arm twisted up and she kept leaning into the table, trying to ease the pressure on it. Then before he knew what he was doing, his other hand was off her neck, down past her ass and he was hiking her skirt.

He stopped, let his brain catch up with his rage, then decided he wanted to continue.

"Oh, this is exactly the sort of thing I think will teach her a lesson," Cadence said, still leaning casually on the table, a foot or so from her PA's pinned torso. Charlie ignored her.

He moved aside a bit, still keeping her pinned with her arm behind her back. Then again, now that she seemed to have found a relatively comfortable position she really wasn't struggling very much. In the silent aftermath of the rattling crockery and Mia hitting the table the girl's ragged breathing was clearly audible.

Her luscious ass made hiking her skirt a little tricky. He had to really tug it to slide it over the curve of her rump, but once it was up it stayed up. Her panties were plain white cotton with a full back. It wasn't a thong, but it was a little too small to contain the ass it had been assigned. Charlie felt his pulse thump in his temples and his cock thicken in his wine-spotted slacks.

"Say sorry," he said, his voice low and rough, the words trapped in his throat, unable to escape properly. She didn't say anything, and he was listening so hard to her light, shuddering breathing that he forgot all about Cadence sitting right next to him.

He was pinning her with his left hand. His right hand came up. Big and firm, not yet gone to seed. He looked down at her ass and then his hand came at it in a sharp, sudden curve. The report, as his flat palm struck her full, soft ass, was quieter than he'd expected. He supposed it was a long time since he'd spanked anyone.

"Ahn!" She half cried, half moaned out the sound. He didn't notice really, his eyes were fixed on the way her right ass-cheek jiggled on impact, and then on how the red blush started to rise around the edge of her panties. The panties had to go down, he needed to see that glorious ass flush rosy pink properly.

His hand stung, but he knew she felt it more.

He hooked fingers into the waistband and unceremoniously yanked the white panties over her ass and down. He kept pushing them until they were half way down her thighs, and he knew that if he were to crouch down now he'd probably see her flushed little pussy peeking out between her curvy thighs. He let his thumb accidentally slip between her legs as he brought his hand back up to squeeze - almost to maul - the red area where he had just hit her. She squirmed on the table.

"I said - apologise," he said. He waited and still nothing came. The apology she'd let slip before had probably been an accident, he reflected. An instinct in the face of him actually looking like he might seriously hurt her. She'd wanted this all along.

The next slap rang out in a far more satisfying way, and this time he could notice and fully appreciate her torn cry of pain mingled with pleasure. Her cheek flushed beautifully. Perhaps he should have been holding back? Building things up? Fuck her, she wanted punishment, this is what she'd get.

He was almost completely hard in his pants, the loose slacks not impeding the growth of his member at all, as he squeezed her soft ass-flesh again and brought his hand back for number three. CRACK! The sound of it cut the air and she bit down on the cry of pain as her butt quivered wonderfully. This time, almost without thinking, he didn't go for her ass, his hand moved of its own accord down between her thighs. His index and ring fingers led and squeezed between her plump thighs aiming for their prize. They found it almost immediately in the hot, moist valley down there, and it yielded to him just as quickly. His two fingers slipped between the soft, moist lips of her sex and into the tight embrace within.

"Ah! Aaah!" she cried out in surprise. She must have been expecting more sharp chastisement from his hand - not this invasion. Her thighs and the tight valley between them meant that he could only reach a short way into her, but he could still move his fingers. He starting working her and felt her wriggle beneath his hand in a whole new way. "Cadence, Ca- He's, he's..."

"You ruined Charlie's shirt Mi-Mi." Cadence was pouring herself another glass of wine, trying to hold the glass with her cigarette hand so as not to drop ash in it. "He can punish you anyway he sees fit. You want a spanking, but maybe he has something else in mind."

Charlie had a whole lot of things in mind, but spanking seemed a good way to start. He drew his fingers from her and half registered the new sticky shine they carried before he struck her again. She whimpered, then whined as he delved back into her pussy, his limited strokes and thrusts getting the over-sexed PA wetter and wetter.

"Spread your legs."

"I - I can't, the panties are..."

"Don't even try it, girl. You can spread them more than this."

Mia breathed with exertion as, still pinned, she widened her stance one foot at a time. The panties - shoved midway down her thighs - stretched taut between, but the tight crevice that he had been fingering before was now an inviting opening. Leaning back he could see the gleam of her, the dark flush of her pussy lips and past that a hint of tangled pubic hair.

He brought his hand easily between her spread thighs and, making a flat paddle with his fingers, started harshly, regularly spanking her wet cunt. He snapped his hand up from the wrist and she was shrieking after three taps.

"Apologise," he said, but really he didn't want her to anymore.

"St-stop! Ok, too... too much!"

"Then apologise." She was good. She was begging him to stop, but her masochism was over-riding her submission. She couldn't decide whether she wanted to infuriate him or placate him, but it was her perverse side that was winning out so far. He dealt her two strong, open handed spanks, one to either cheek and heard a moan that was perfectly split between defeat and victory.

This time when he put his fingers to her entrance, it was like her body almost sucked them in so wet and ready was she. And while her hot, wet walls squeezed his two middle fingers all the way, he sunk them into her right up to the knuckles with precious little resistance. He pumped them in and out of her and the chorus of slurps and sucking noises he elicited made Cadence giggle in delight.

"Always getting yourself in over your head, arent' you Mi-Mi?"

"Ca- Cadence! Tell him to stop!"

"Tell him yourself."

"He's no-o-o-o-ot listening!" Mia's voice shook as Charlie returned to spanking her wet pussy lips and the area around her clit.

"Then apologise" Cadence explained, as if to a child. Charlie smirked, and waited to see what the buxom girl would say to that, but if she answered it was too low for Charlie to hear. He swatted her ass, which was positively glowing now, but her mewling cries weren't really doing it for him anymore. He was so fucking hard and she was so fucking wet. It wasn't rocket science where to go next.

Mia was dazed, sore and turned on beyond belief, so she didn't notice as Charlie took a break from his onslaught to free his cock from the scarlet-specked crotch of his pants. He was barely pinning the girl anymore, having taken all pressure off her arm some time before, but she wasn't going anywhere. He released her arm altogether now, and instead put his hand in the small of her back. He moved directly behind her.

He stroked his shaft. God he was hard. Pearls of pre-cum beaded the tip of his member, but the whole, purple head was already shining with it. He was a big guy, and had to widen his stance and lower his hips to aim his prick at its dripping wet target. She was holding her breath, he noticed. She knew what was coming and she wasn't complaining about it in the slightest.

"No need to apologise anymore, Mia," he said, "I think this will make us even for now." His cock told him to quit fucking around and put it where it belonged. He couldn't ignore it any longer.

She was so wet and he'd had his fingers in her, yet still, as his prick eased between her sensitive lips, she proved to be thrillingly tight deep down inside. He slid in, then rocked against her, encouraging her to yield to him - to take the full length of his thick shaft. She didn't need much encouragement, and in moments he was slowly, surely fucking her.

She was lying with her face to the table-top, her hands moving uncertainly, fingers clenching into fists and reaching as if for something to hold onto. She was his, lost in the sensations his impaling prick was provoking in her. She moaned and sighed, soft and low now, no longer torn and tortured. She felt amazing; he felt as though her cunt were made to take his cock and he was in no rush to bring this to a head. He fucked her slowly, almost gently.

No. She wasn't his. She was really, clearly on loan from Cadence.

"Does she do this a lot?" He fucked from the hips and kept his movements slow and easy, but he addressed his comments to Cadence who was leaning back in her chair now, smoking her millionth cigarette of the day. Again his voice was thick - almost drunk with arousal - but he was clear and in control. "Does she often throw wine at people when she wants a good, thorough fucking?"

"Whenever she thinks she can get away with it," Cadence murmured, watching as Charlie started putting a little more power into his thrusts. The crockery rattled, the table shook and he felt Mia's juices wetting his balls. "She's not a slave or anything," she informed him, "but she's got a submissive streak a mile wide."

"Mmmmngh!" the subject of their conversation, seemed to be stifling her cries with the back of her wrist now. Charlie felt how slick and easy her hole was becoming and realised that he didn't need to hold back anymore. He took his hand from her back and grabbed her plump hips. He drove into her. He thrust hard and took her completely, feeling the tangle of her bush against his balls, brushing his own pubic hair.

Her cunt clenched on him and again her cry was not quite despair, not quite delight. He almost lost it then, but froze and fought back the torrent of spunk threatening to burst from his throbbing piece. She was a wonderfully confused girl he realised, and for a dizzy second he could totally understand Cadey's life - why she chose to surround herself with this depraved, lost souls. Hell, he was envious of it! He got girls galore, and he had money and power, but he was never caught up in the kind of games that Cadey liked to play - where you were never quite sure who was fucking who.

Jesus, what was he thinking? It was the cum bubbling in his balls that was addling his brain. Cadey was insufferable, and this girl was a mess. He should just enjoy this dynamite fuck, do Cadey next and forget all about it. He dragged his prick almost completely out of her and watched how the entrance to her distended, how her lips were pulled out, sucking on him, not wanting to let him go.

Cadey had seemed almost thoughtful during his reverie, but suddenly she stood. "She does need teaching a lesson, though, really. Doesn't she?"

"Yeah. I don't... hngh... think this is much punishment for her," Charlie chuckled. Who knew if Mia was even listening to them. Face down on the table, she seemed lost in her own world of cock.

"Pull that fat prick out of her you brute." Cadence put her hand on his bicep and again he almost shot. Charlie wanted to tell her to forget it, he wasn't going to let her taunt him again, but he sensed that she wasn't doing it just to play with him anymore. Mia had her attention now, and he found that as much as he wanted to fill that heavenly hole with his thick cream, he was curious to see what she had in mind. Slowly, and with an uncontainable groan of frustration he pulled himself from her hungry slit.

As he left her Mia slumped over the table, her knees bending and her cries tailing off into gasps and pants.

"Get up Mi-Mi, let's go to the bathroom." Cadence instructed, and to Charlie's surprise the PA had the strength to stand and stumblingly follow the slim, perfect heiress almost immediately. He stroked himself, though the whole thing was hot enough that he barely needed anything to keep him hard. His hand became wet and slick with Mia's girl-cum. He took a moment before following them to kick off his underwear, slacks and socks, then he unbuttoned and opened his ruined shirt, though he kept it on. He didn't want to be the only one naked.

When he got to the chalet's small but luxurious bathroom Mia's too-tight skirt was pooled on the floor and the plump girl was standing awkwardly in the bathtub. Cadence was perched on the lowered toilet seat cover, smoking and tapping her ash into the dregs of her wine. She was staring intently at the dark-haired Mia. Neither of them looked at Charlie in the doorway, but he took a minute to savour the image of Mia in her underwear, the black shadow of her bush visible through the front of her panties. He stroked and his prick bobbed eagerly.

"Tits out," Cadence instructed, "Give poor Charlie something to look at while we're waiting."

"Waiting for what?" Charlie asked, but Cadence held up a warning finger in answer. Mia looked almost miserable, what had he missed? She unbuttoned her blouse with shaking fingers, exposing a simple white bra. Then, reaching behind herself, she unclasped that and pulled it forwards off her large, succulent breasts.

It was still on, still tangled up in her blouse, but she pulled it so that the cups were well away from her cleavage, and her big natural breasts hung heavily away from her chest now. Her nipples were dark and more than normally large. Charlie stroked and had to remind himself that this was just to hold him for now. He wanted to suck those sexy, pendulous breasts, he wanted to tit-fuck the girl. There was room for nothing in his brain but sex.

"What are you waiting for?" Cadence arched her eyebrows at her PA, and the threat that seemed to always be lurking behind her teasing was suddenly clearly tangible.

"What... what are we waiting for?"

"Mia thinks she's a terribly dirty, naughty little slut, but she still has certain boundaries!" Cadence explained, as though the idea was ridiculous. "We're working on it though. I mean - she's still reluctant to wet herself on command for me. Can you believe it?"

Wet herself? The manipulative millionaire wanted her PA to piss her panties in the bathtub for her? Charlie's heart lurched, and he thought his pulse might have skipped a beat. Cadence was a truly depraved little princess.

Water sports had never been his thing and he really couldn't say that he really wanted to see Mia piss herself for their entertainment. But he was stroking still. Faster now, too. It wasn't the piss, the urine, that was getting to him. It was the humiliation that was painted across Mia's face as she wrestled with her princess's instructions. It was Cadence's devilishly perverted mind, and seeing her use it to torment someone else; that was what was turning him on so much.

"Cadence please! Can't I just let Charlie fuck me again?" Charlie shrugged, that did sound fine to him. And now he'd seen those wonderful tits he'd want to play with them too.

"I don't know how I can even continue to trust you as my right-hand if you won't do this for me." Cadence pursed her lips and looked down, tapping away more ash. "It's very disappointing. You have one more minute before I get cross. I gave you enough fucking wine, darling, it really shouldn't be a problem." Charlie started - she really had been filling that glass up over and over again. Had she been planning this all along?

Mia sobbed, a strangled sound escaping from her throat and she hung her head as she had after she assaulted him with the wine. He couldn't see her face, but she seemed flushed with blood all the way to her chest. Her stance became even more awkward, one hand out against the wall supporting her, the other tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck, she spread her legs and squatted just a little, bending her knees.

Charlie was holding his breath, and he could hear Mia doing the same - although her bursts of concentration were interrupted with desperate gasps as she gulped down air. Cadence was making no sound at all so it was very easy to hear when it started.

A smooth, soft wet sound like some carefully pouring water down the side of a basin. But it was clear where this sound was coming from and as Mia gave a short "Ah!" (surprise, victory, defeat, relief - it was impossible to tell which) the crotch of her brilliant white panties started to darken rapidly.

The curvaceous assistant's whole body was shaking as she let go and urinated, pissing her panties right there in front of them. For him? For Cadence? To prove a point? He thought about getting irritated at Cadence for having a girl piss in the bath he had to use, but he didn't feel like getting precious about things anymore.

Fuck, Cadence had done it. She'd drawn him into her world and he didn't want to leave.

It kept coming and coming, Mia's breathing faltering more and more as her torrent of piss continued. She soaked the crotch of her panties - the stain dark, not the vivid yellow he'd imagined at all - and still it came. It trickled from the sides down her thighs to her calves and it dripped from the sodden cloth right where her pussy was. Charlie watched the liquid start to collect in the bottom of the bath. There it took on the yellow hue he expected.

Mia could have been looking at the same thing, or her eyes could have been closed. It was impossible to tell if she was satisfied, happy to be pleasing Cadence, or truly, horribly mortified by the experience.

Good grief, the girl's bladder had been full! Her panties were past the point of sodden now and the inside of each leg was gleaming with her own waste liquid. Her knees were shaking terribly and still she pissed, still in the awkward half squat with one hand on the wall, one on her own neck.

The soft wet sound had become a soundtrack, he didn't notice it until finally it slipped away. The flow of the thin yellow liquid had stopped and Mia shakily straightened her legs and stood up.

"Oh Mi-Mi!" Cadence's voice sounded... almost warm. "I'm so proud, baby."

"I... Thank you Cadence," the girl raised her head. Behind her tangled hair Charlie could see that she was biting her lip in determination. She had been forced to rise to a challenge and she had succeeded.

"Holy shit, Cadey." Charlie whispered and in his tight fist his prick pulsed. Cadence looked at him and her smile was pure sin.

"Now take your panties off, Mi-Mi," she said, looking at him, not her assistant. "Take them off, put them on Charlie here and pull them up over his big, hard cock. Stretch them over his firm tusch and over that throbbing purple helmet, then get down on your knees and suck him through your own filthy panties."

"Ca-Cadence!?" Mia's hand went to her mouth, apparently this was going farther than even she was expecting. And as for Charlie - his heart stopped. He was sure it just stopped beating. Cadence was a virtuoso of the perverse. She'd spotted an opening, an opportunity to humiliate them both, to make them both her toys and she'd taken it.

He shouldn't let this continue. He COULDN'T. But Mia was quickly over her shock, and was ready to continue having come this far. She wasn't looking at him, but she was gingerly dragging her heavy, stained underwear down off her hips and carefully stepping out of it.

And in thinking that he should stop it, he realised that he wasn't stopping it. He wasn't telling Cadence to go fuck herself and walking out to beat it out in the living room; or taking Mia's hands, making her drop the panties then bending her over and resuming where he'd left off. He was standing there, frowning, and stroking his unbelievably hard cock as the buxom PA stepped out of the bath, dripping spots of urine on the pale tiles of the floor and stepped towards him.