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AMY'S CHOICE - 9/12/2012 8:22:09 PM   
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The following is a story of choices. We all make them and we all have to live with the consequences of the choices we make. As I sit here writing my letter and digitally recording my slave eagerly service every cock placed in front of and in her, I think back to the day it all began …

PRELUDE

The campus was in full bloom and another year was almost in the books. It was late May and the students had one more week before finals and graduation. Most were diligently working to improve their grades. Our boarding school was the best in the nation having graduated Supreme Court justices, Senators and even a President. The valedictorian had his or her choice of a full scholarship to any college of their choice. I knew the day was going to be an aggravating day as it was the final time the parents would be allowed to visit before campus closed for the final push. You would think this would be happy occasion for the school, and the parents would spend the day with their overachieving children. However, these parents cared more about meeting with the Dean to try and peddle influence for their aspiring student. I looked at my calendar and had meetings running from 7:00am to 7:00pm. Finally it was 6:00pm and time for my last meeting. I took a deep breath as I knew Mr. Sullivan would be bounding through the door at any minute. Bill Sullivan was a wealthy southern redneck who made his fortune in the oil industry, and he was a racist. He was unable to hide his disdain for me ever since I beat out his oldest son for valedictorian 19 years ago, accusing me of cheating because no “ni….” could have beating out his son. I knew he was here to talk about Amy, his youngest child from his trophy wife marriage. Unknown and as a surprise to all, Amy was going to be this year’s surprise Valedictorian. Our school not only determines the Valedictorian based upon published GPA, but also extra-curricular activities, teacher evaluations and college interviews. Amy was going to be the school’s first Valedictorian to overcome a more than 500 point deficit in cumulative test score because the other factors. I knew Bill had no way of knowing this, so he was going to try and strong arm me into boosting his trust fund princess.



Bill bounded through the door without even waiting for my secretary to announce him. He ignored my extended hand and bellowed:



“Mike, I want to get straight to the point. You and I have never seen eye to eye ever since you cheated my son. I want to offer you a chance to finally make it right. I know Amy’s in contention for Valedictorian and I want you to see that she doesn’t win.”



I was taken completely by surprised and didn’t know how to respond. He noticed the look on my face and continued:



“Do you understand what I’m telling you?”



I gathered myself and replied that other than the published test scores, the scoring for Valedictorian was confidential and many factors went into determining the winner. I told him it was not my place to interfere, but if he had relevant information as to why Amy was not a qualified candidate, it would be put in her file and weighted accordingly. He started to protest, but I quickly told him that if he wasn’t willing to share why she shouldn’t be Valedictorian, that I wouldn’t intervene. Finally, he relented:



“Mike, 10 years ago I established an irrevocable trust for my daughter. Upon graduation, she is to receive $100,000,000, if an only if she graduates as Valedictorian. The trust is fully funded, and by law, the corpus passes automatically if she graduates as Valedictorian. The economy has taken a downturn and I need that money back. The only way I can recover the corpus, is if Amy fails to graduate as Valedictorian.”



I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was a man trying to sabotage his daughter’s future. Bill Sullivan may no longer have belonged to the “Billionaire’s Club”, but he was far from hurting. When I told him I wouldn’t interfere, he offered me a $10,000,000 bribe, and become incensed when I refused. He stormed out of my office threatening to have me replaced. Finally, my day was over and I went home to rest.


FINALS WEEK - DAY ONE

I arrived at my office early the next day. I was still in disbelief over my conversation with Sullivan. I was concerned over his threat to replace me, but not enough to interfere on his behalf. Amy was superficially likeable, which is to say she fooled most people with her exaggerated kindness. In reality, she was cut from the same cloth as her father, a born and breed southern racist. I remember overhearing her talking to her cheerleader friends. The topic of dating a black man came up and I heard Amy remark – “I’d never date a nig, uh um, black man, daddy would kill me. I knew her to be a product of how she was raised, so I refused to hold it against her. Besides, Amy worked too hard to earn Valedictorian for me to steal it from her. She was head cheerleader, volunteered at the food bank and tutored students. I knew she did this to overcome her academic point deficit as opposed to genuine altruism, but there’s nothing wrong that. She earned it. The next voice I heard was my secretary – “Amy Sullivan’s here to see you”. I rolled my eyes and instructed my secretary to let her in.



Amy came walking through the door in a completely different manner than I was use to. She was in uniform, but the top 3 buttons on her blouse were undone and her skirt looked shorter than usual, as if it had been hemmed. She certainly was an alluring young woman, with long reddish-brown hair, perky B/C - cup breasts, a flat stomach, shapely legs and a tight ass. She loved to display her attributes while working out at the school gym. She was in tip top shape and loved showing her body whenever possible. I was seated behind my desk as she sauntered to my desk. I was taken aback when she casually sat on the corner of my desk, smiled and spoke:



“Mr. Robinson, I know I’m behind in the race for Valedictorian and was wondering if there was anything I could to earn extra credit.”



I told her the scoring for Valedictorian was well defined, and although she was behind academically, her list of extra-curricular activities was impressive and her teacher’s evaluations and college interviews were also scored. I let her know all but the published test scores were confidential, but she was still in contention for Valedictorian, and should focus her energy on studying for finals. She smiled demurely and said:



“I know I’m more than 500 points behind academically and no one’s ever made up that kind of deficit. I really want to win Valedictorian and am willing to do anything you want to earn it, if you know what I mean. I’ll do anything you want”. She then started to lean over to expose the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. In doing so, she accidentally tipped over her purse which she had placed on my desk and a recording device fell out. She was startled and froze, unable to speak.



I grabbed the recording and said:



“Amy, I think I understand what you mean and I decline your advance, it’s inappropriate. I’m confident you can still win Valedictorian without doing anything personally for me. All you need to do is focus your attention on your finals, and you have as good or better chance as anyone to be the school's Valedictorian.”



I then switched off the digital recorder and instructed her to sit down. I told her to shut-up and listen closely to everything I was about to say:



“I’m tired of you Sullivans thinking they can manipulate me. Your father was in here last night and offered me $10,000,000 to keep you from graduating Valedictorian. He told me there was a $100,000,000 trust fund that would revert back to him if you failed to graduate Valedictorian. I told him to get out of my office. I am willing to forget our conversation and recommend that you leave my office, forget what you offered, concentrate on your finals and let the chips fall where they may. However, if you don’t want to trust the process, and you still want to offer yourself to me, these are my terms. I enjoy humiliating and sexually using bitchy little sluts like you. You can earn the following “extra-credit” points:


1. 20 points for a blowjob or face fucking with cum swallowing
2. 20 points for regular fucking
3. 25 points for ass fucking
4. 30 points for bondage and punishment
5. 40 points for pictures of you fucking and/or sucking
6. 50 points for public humiliation and nudity
7. 50 points for a video of you fucking and/or sucking
8. 100 points for drinking piss
9. 100 points for fucking and sucking multiple partners

Also, you will receive a deduction of 10 points for each rule violation. The rules:


1. Always refer to me as Sir or Master
2. Don’t be late
3. Beg for the right to orgasm
4. Thank me for allowing you to orgasm

These are simple rules, there’s usually many more, but with only a week remaining, there isn’t enough time to adequately train you.



You and you alone will get to choose how you earned the points. Everything that happens will be at your request, and you will have to beg me for the right to earn them. I will oblige your requests, but only after sufficient groveling, and no more than 2 of any individually activity per day. Therefore, you can only give me 2 blowjobs in one day. etc.”



Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor and I saw her shiver. She seemed to shift uncomfortably in her chair. I then heard her mumbling to herself:



“500 points, 7 days, 71 points per day. Sex with a blowjob twice a day equals 80 …”



I felt the need to interrupt her.



“Amy, you need to think about what you’re getting yourself into. It’s not going to be as easy as you think. I think you should have faith in yourself and concentrate on your studies, but the choice is yours and yours alone.”



I smiled as she replied – “I want to make sure I graduate Valedictorian and am willing to do anything. I want to earn the extra points”



I told her to get to class and if she was still serious at day's end, to get her ass to my house by 7:00pm. I gave her directions through the path in the woods that led to the back door entrance so no one would see her.



I got home at 6:00 and ate dinner. I then got into the shower to masturbate a few times. I had a raging hard-on all day thinking about fucking Amy, and I believed she was going to chicken out. Also, I wasn’t about to make it easy for her. If she truly wanted to earn the unneeded extra points, she was going to have to work for my cum. I jacked myself off twice before leaving the shower. I towel dried and went to the basement to wait for Amy’s knock, if she ever showed. 7:00 came and went, and just as I was about to give up, I heard a timid knock. I opened the door to find Amy standing there. She was still dressed in her uniform and looked amazing. I let her inside and closed the door. The basement was my private playroom. The furnishings were sparse other than my BDSM equipment: wooden cross, pummel horse, suspension pulley, couch, restraints on the wall, cage and a bed with chains and cuffs attached to the four posts. Amy started to retreat and I opened the door for her to leave, but she stopped.



I began: “Is there something you want to ask me”



She hesitated and replied: “Please fuck me.”



“You have to do better than that”, I said



She started to turn red and offered “Please, I’m so horny and need you inside me”



“Prove it” I said



She started to strip. My cock was straining against my pants. I was fully engorged and the bulge in my pants was evident. I noticed Amy’s eyes affixed to my crotch as she unwittingly licked her lips.



“Please give it to me, I need it” she said as she started to massage her clit and pinch her nipples. She came close to me and started to kiss me. I grabbed her hair firmly and held her head to mine. I kissed her deeply and my hands found her nipples. I pinched them and she winced, but moaned. I put my hand between her thighs and she was dripping wet. Her juices were running down her leg and onto the floor.



“Oh god, that feels so good, please fuck me” she moaned.



I spun her around and bent her over the horse. I undid my pants and my cock sprang out slapping against her ass. I started to rub it against her ass and she pleaded “I can’t wait anymore. I need it now. Fuck me hard”. I placed the head of my cock against her opening and paused. She started to moan - “Plea…” and I thrust as hard as I could into her dripping pussy. She screamed “…EASSSE. Oh god, yes, it feels so good.” Her body began to shudder and convulse. I felt her pussy contract, and she momentarily held her breath before releasing a loud and intense moan. Her juices started to pour out of her pussy and onto the floor. I lifted her up and carried her to the bed. I laid down and she got on top of me. She was riding me cowgirl. She was moaning loudly as she leaned back, put her hands on my legs for leverage and violently pivoted her hips back and forth. She started to moan loudly and I reached up and pinched her nipples. Her arousal grew, so I started to slap her tits. She squealed with delight and I felt her pussy contract and her juices started to drip down my balls. I grabbed her hips, lifted us up and rolled her underneath me. I pinned lifted her legs and pinned her ankles behind her head. She was squealing with delight as I pounded her pussy “fuck me harder, fuck my pussy, it feels so good. I never had it like this. Oh my god…” - as she let out a shrill. Once again her body shuddered and convulsed as her juices saturated the sheets. She started to beg “I can’t take it anymore. I want to suck your dick.” She was rubbing her clit when I pulled out and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth and accepted my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and I started to thrust. I felt her hands wiggling underneath my ass and realized she was playing with herself. My cock started to hit the back of her throat and she started to gag. This excited us even more and I began to thrust harder. Her hands were working feverishly on her clit and she started to buck. I thrust balls deep and her eyes were nearly bulging out of her head. She started bucking violently and tears were running down her cheeks. I couldn’t hold it anymore as I felt myself ready to blow. I began pumping and her eyes rolled back and her juices exploded out of her pussy. I started to cum at the same time she tried to breath. She expelled my cock from her mouth and accidentally spewed my cum back at me. I rolled off of her and couldn’t believe how soaked the sheets were.



She smiled and said “I didn’t realize earning 40 points could be so much fun”. It almost (almost) broke my heart when I informed her she didn’t earn 40 points, but lost 80. She briefly started to protest when the realization kicked in, and she simply muttered “The Rules”.


I explained:

“Total deductions, minus 100 – minus 10 for being late, minus 10 for not calling me Master or Sir (and I was being quite gracious because I could subtract 10 for every time you addressed me), minus 40 for not asking permission the 4 times you came and minus 40 for not thanking me for the 4 times you came.”



She retorted, “but I earned 40, 20 for the sex and 20 for the blowjob”



I responded “the blowjob includes cum swallowing and you spit it out. You failed to earn those 20”. She started to protest until I held up my hand and spoke:



“Amy, you made a choice. I advised you it wouldn’t be as easy as you thought. You chose to accept my terms. The rules are the rules. We can end this arrangement at any time. You’ve lost 80 points tonight, but you can earn them back tomorrow. There’s a strip club about an hour from here and tomorrow night’s amateur night. You can earn 50 points for dancing on stage. It is full nudity, and you’ll have to bring your driver’s license and sign a release. The choice is yours. We can end this tonight”



The silence was awkward until Amy finally spoke – “What’s the name of the place and what time should I be there”.

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/14/2012 7:49:55 AM   
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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/15/2012 11:29:20 AM   
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FINALS WEEK – DAY 2 – THE DAY

Amy awoke the next day and her mind was spinning. Her jaw ached and her pussy was sore from the pounding they took the previous night. She knew black men were supposed to be large, but she was amazed at how big Mr. Robinson was. Daddy was right about him, and all black men, they’re filthy animals. She couldn’t believe she came 4 times for him and lost 80 valuable points. When she agreed to the deal, it never occurred to her she’d have to worry about rules 3 & 4 because black men disgusted her. She only agreed to the deal to guarantee she received the trust fund money. Fucking and sucking that disgusting animal was worth the $100,000,000 she would receive, but only if she earned enough points. Amy reached between her legs to massage her arching pussy, and was surprised to find herself wet and aroused. She closed her eyes and started to fantasize about her boyfriend, Tommy, the football teams starting quarterback. She was trying to think about the time they did it in the hot tub, but thoughts of last night kept pushing into her brain. She couldn’t shake the images of being used last night and the feelings they stirred in her. She opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her dildo and vibrator. She tried to think of Tommy again as she used the vibrator on her clit, but images of Mr. Robinson fucking her mouth pushed him out. She grabbed the dildo with her other hand and started to suck on it. She was dripping wet and moaning. She was envisioning Mr. Robinson holding her head and pumping into her mouth. She started to push the dildo deeper down her throat as she applied more pressure with the vibrator. She started to moan louder and drool started to run down her cheeks. She pushed harder and started to gag. She began humping the vibrator feverishly as she began to retch. Her drool began to soak her pillow and she exploded in orgasm and saturated the sheets. Amy was confused, her conscious thoughts of fucking Mr. Robinson repulsed her, and she couldn’t understand the effect it was having on her body. She felt like a whore, a very expensive and filthy whore.

Amy needed to get ready for class. She got into the shower and began to wash. She knew she had a busy day ahead, two finals and dancing at the club. She couldn’t believe she agreed to do it, but nothing was going to stand in the way of getting the trust fund money. She closed her eyes to let the water pour over her, as images of dancing naked in front of strangers took over. She subconsciously started to move her hips and began to run her hands down her body. She found her pussy and began to rub herself, but her clit was sore and tender. She winced, but became even more aroused. She sunk to her knees and started to finger herself. Her imagery turned to dancing in front of Mr. Robinson. She started to imagine him fucking her from behind and inserted a second and then third finger. She began to pound her pussy with her fingers, until she let out a loud scream. She was horrified that she couldn’t stop thinking about fucking him and leaned forward to puke down the drain.

The bell rang and Amy entered the class with the rest of the students that were milling around in the hall. The instructor handed out the test and Amy began to answer the questions. She knew the material like the back of her hand and was flying through the questions. She finished early and didn’t know what else to do with her time. No one was allowed to leave until class was over and there was over 20 minutes left. She closed her eyes and began to day dream. Again, images of Mr. Robinson began to fill her mind, except these images were darker. She started to think about the points list and the items on it – bondage, punishment, humiliation (she should get 100 points just for letting that animal fuck her), piss drinking (that disgusting pig), videoing her (that will be the day) and multiple partners (what kind of girl does he think I am). Amy became aware of an all too familiar recent sensation. She could feel the moisture between her legs. Noooo, she thought, not here. Her eyes opened and she gazed at the clock. Luckily the bell was about to ring. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ring, class was over and Amy began to walk swiftly down the hall. She was about to walk into the ladies room when she spotted Tommy. “Thank God” she thought, as she ran up to him.

“Tommy, I’m so glad I saw you. I’m so horny. Let’s go to the field” she asked

Tommy was completely taken off guard and didn’t know what to say.

“Please Tommy, I need it now” Amy pleaded again.

Tommy finally composed himself and answered “Amy, I have to get to class to take my final. I’ll see you tonight.”

Tommy walked down the hall and into his class room. Amy turned around and became flush with embarrassment. Amy failed to notice Mr. Robinson standing in the doorway of the adjacent classroom talking to a group of students who were all looking at her. Apparently her voice travelled further than she realized and they were all laughing, except Mr. Robinson, who simply grinned. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she realized they had all heard her.

Finally, Amy was home having taken her last final of the day. The tests went well, but Amy was far from relieved. She spent most of the day in an aroused stuper, even pleasuring herself twice in the school bathroom to images she’d rather forget. She also had another problem, she had played with herself so much and fingered herself so hard, she was sore, really sore. She wasn’t sure she’d be able take Mr. Robinson inside her tonight, at least not in her pussy. She shuddered at the alternative. Amy wasn’t an anal virgin, in fact, she enjoyed anal sex, but she had never had anyone the size of Mr. Robinson. Amy started to become aroused at the thought, but didn’t have the time, or even the energy to take care of it. She needed to get to the club. Traffic was terrible as she drove to the club and Amy was cursing herself. She knew she should have left earlier, but Tommy had called to ask if they were going to see each other tonight. He was excited about the day’s events and wanted her to come over. She explained to him that she couldn’t and used the excuse that she had to study, and now she was running behind.


FINALS WEEK – DAY 2 – EARLY EVENING

I was waiting at the bar for Amy to arrive. I wasn’t even sure she was going to show, but knew she was determined graduate as Valedictorian. I smiled as I thought back to this morning as I watched my prized slut beg to be fucked and knew she would soon be begging me. I smiled as I saw her burst through the door. Our eyes met and I simply looked at my watch and shook my head. For the first time, I could see the hatred in her eyes, and my cock sprang to life. She walked up to me and said “I’m sorry I’m late, Sir”.

“Very good” I said, and called over the owner of the club. I introduced her to Wayne and told her that she needed to complete some paperwork before she could dance. She needed to provide her driver’s license to prove she was over 18, and to sign the release form. She gave Wayne her driver’s license, and as he went to make a copy, she began to accept and sign everywhere the forms called for a signature. I suggested she read the entire form, but she declined. Wayne ran a rather unique club, which was more than a simple strip club. During the weekdays, the club was like any other strip club as girls danced fully nude for tips. On the weekend, the club turned into a live sex show where girls performed onstage with partners as cameras recorded everything. Every girl who worked there was free to choose whether she wanted to be a nude dancer, a live sex performer or both, and the release form covered each option. In the form, the girls had to acknowledge whether they wanted to be dancer, performer or both, and whether or not they consented to the publication and release of their images, including picture and video. Wayne took Amy over to the stage to introduce her to some of the girls and I paged through the release form. For such a bright girl, Amy sure could be stupid. Amy refused to read the form, and in so doing, acknowledged that she wanted to be both a dancer and performer, and agreed to the publication and release of her pictures and images, including video. I tucked the form into my pocket and walked over to the stage.

Since Amy was last to arrive she was also last to perform. It was 11:30 when Amy finally took the stage. She put on quite a show for an amateur, not that I was surprised. Amy enjoyed showing off her body and teasing the guys at school, and coupled with the fact she was a cheerleader with all the moves, she was a natural on stage. She finally finished her routine and sat down beside me.


"Good job" I said, "Is there anything you'd like to ask me"

She turned red and simply stated “My pussy’s too sore tonight and I won’t be able to fuck you”

I laughed and said, “Amy, I wasn’t that hard on you last night”

“no, no” she said, “I was so horny today and Tommy wouldn’t fuck me and I fingered myself too hard”

“how many times did you play with yourself today” I asked.

“Four” she said

“did you cum each time” I queried.

“Yes” she said

“I’m sorry to hear that” I said. “Amy, you need to start focusing if you don’t want to lose Valedictorian. You’ve only agreed to the deal yesterday and you’ve already lost 130 points”

“HOW” she said. “I lost 80 last night, and gained 50 for dancing nude. I was just about to ask you to fuck me in the ass because my pussy was sore, and you tell me I’ve lost 130 points. Quit trying to cheat me”

“Amy, calm down and don’t shout at me or our deal is off. I tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t listen. You lost the 80 from last night and another 50 for today. You were late for your final and late arriving here. Additionally, you just confessed that you masturbated and brought yourself to orgasm 4 times today without permission or thanking me”

“But, but, I wasn’t having sex with you” she argued.

“Amy tell, the truth, who were you thinking about when you were masturbating and bringing yourself to orgasm” I asked.

Her face turned beat red from embarrassment as she looked to the floor. I smiled and said “I take it from your look it was me, wasn’t it”

“yes Sir” was all she said

“Amy, the night isn’t over and you can still make up the points you lost and more. The choice is yours. Everyone’s filtering out and the club will be closing soon. Wayne’s a friend of mind and I’ve noticed him looking at you all night. You can earn a guaranteed 270 points, with will put you back on pace. I will suspend the rules for the remainder of the night only so you don’t have to worry about deductions.”

“What will I have to do” she said sheepishly

“You can earn 100 points for multiple partners, if you take Wayne and I at the same time. 25 points each for anal sex, 20 points each for sucking us off and swallowing our cum, 30 points for being punished for being a dirty whore and 50 points for allowing us to record everything.”

“NO WAY” she screamed

“OK, the choice is yours” I said as I stood up. “We’re going to have to go back to my place if you want to continue, unless you want to give up now. The choice is yours. She sat in silence as I waited for a response. With none coming, I started to leave.

“WAIT” she cried out. “I’ll do it. Do you promise there will be no other deductions? I do everything you ask and I’m guaranteed to earn 270 points making me plus 140 for the two days.”

“Yes” I said, “but with one clarification. It isn’t what I’m asking you to do. The choice is yours. Once the camera starts rolling, you have to beg for it, which was our original deal. The choice is and has always been yours. You will have to beg for Wayne and I to fuck your ass and to cum in your mouth. You will have to beg for your punishment. The choice is yours”.

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/16/2012 1:18:41 AM   
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mmm I'm liking this a lot xx

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/16/2012 6:06:14 AM   
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Good writing better then "Shades" lol

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/16/2012 10:15:08 AM   
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Good story. Looking forward to more installments.

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/16/2012 11:12:23 AM   
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I'm posting them as I finish them. It's a work in progress.

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/16/2012 11:33:00 AM   
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well hurry up then!
We're waiting!

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/16/2012 8:13:29 PM   
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yep...great writing....waiting for the next chapter

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/17/2012 1:36:45 PM   
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FINALS WEEK - DAY 3 - JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT

Amy sat in silence as Wayne set-up the recording equipment. She squirmed in her chair as I explained what she needed to do.

"Amy, when the camera's are ready, get on stage and start to dance and strip. Once you're naked, crawl over to Wayne and I and beg us to suck our dicks and fuck you in the ass. If you're not convincing, Wayne and I will get up and leave you here alone, so make it good."

I paused and watched her squirm again.

"You're getting all horny and wet again aren't you", I asked.

Amy turned red and looked to the floor.

"Answer me you dirty whore", I commanded.

Amy looked up at me with confusion in her eyes and whispered, "yes Sir".

"You really do want our cocks don't you", I pressed

"yes" was all she said

I continued, "Amy, tell me what you are"

"I'm a dirty whore" she answered.

"You're more than that" I said. "Amy, you're finally finding out the truth about yourself. You're finding out why you've always been attracted to powerful men, such as your father's business partner".

"How did you know", she stammered.

"He's a friend of mine and he told me everything", I explained. "Now shut the fuck up, I wasn't finished. You're more than a dirty little slut, and by the end of tonight, you'll know exactly what you are"


Wayne announced that he was finished and Amy walked to the stage. I smiled as I noticed the wet spot on her chair, just before Wayne sat in it.

The music started and Amy began to dance. She was born to be a stripper. The club was warm and the sweat glistened off her body. Her puffy nipples responded as she ran her hands over her perky tits, down her flat stomach and touched her clean shaven mound. She bent over in front of us and we could see her wetness running down her leg. The anger in her eyes was replaced with lust as she gyrated her hips and licked her lips. She was down on all fours and rubbing her hand between her legs, and even smiled as she licked her juices from her fingers. Finally, the song ended and Amy crawled to us.

"Please fuck my ass" she said. "I want one of you in my ass and the other in my mouth"

"I don't believe you" I responded

"Feel between my legs, you'll believe me then" she replied

"What are you", I asked

"I'm a dirty little slut who can't get enough cock", she shouted

"What kind of cock" I demanded. "What are you and what can't you get enough of"

She screamed, "I'm a dirty little slut and I can't get enough big black cock"


With that, Wayne and I went at her. Wayne pulled off his pants and started to face fuck her, as I settled in behind. I lubed her ass and slowly worked in one finger. I kept pulling it in and out to loosen her up. I next inserted my thumb and finally two fingers. Once I had her stretched, I put the tip of my cock on her anus and slowly began to push in. She was tight and the resistance was great. I nodded to Wayne and he grabbed her shoulders to keep her from rocking forward. The head of my cock finally penetrated her anus and she let out a loud shriek. I slowly pushed myself further in as the resistance began to fade. I kept still to allow Amy to control the tempo. Wayne was fucking her face and Amy began to gently rock back and forth, slowly at first, then with more rhythm. Amy began to moan, not from discomfort, but from pleasure. Her juices began to form a puddle beneath her and she started to rock into me with more force. I started to meet her rocking motion with my own thrusts. I looked up to see Wayne was holding her head balls deep. Drool, was running from Amy's mouth, but she no longer retched. I subtly changed positions, by keeping on one knee, but lifting my leg over her hip for leverage. Wayne and I looked at each other and started to thrust balls deep in unison. Amy let out a shrill and her whole body started to convulse. I felt her pussy contract and could hear her cum splattering on the floor. Neither Wayne and I were ready to cum yet, so we switched position. I saw Wayne pull out of her mouth and wondered how she was going to be able to take him in her tight little ass. I'm large, but Wayne has a monster cock, the kind only seen in movies. I moved in front of Amy's face and she hesitated, realizing where my cock just was.

"Do you have something to ask me", I teased"

She hesitated before responding "Please let me suck your dick"

"It's just been in your ass", I quipped "Are you sure you want it"

"Yes, please give it to me" she said


With that, I plunged into her mouth as Wayne plunged into her ass. Amy let out a muffled moan as my cock was too far down her throat to scream. Wayne and I kept switching back and forth every time Amy would cum, until we were both ready to explode. We each got in front of Amy and took turns throat fucking her until we were ready to cum. We instructed her to tip her head back and we each came in her mouth and on her face. We then took a spoon and fed her every drop that missed her mouth.

Wayne started to take down the camera equipment and Amy started to get dressed.

"Where do you think you're going" I shouted.

"I thought we were done" she said

I smiled and reminded her "You still need to be punished for being a dirty little whore"

Realization set in and she simply said "Yes Sir".


After Wayne removed the camera equipment, we took her down to the basement, his dungeon. Wayne had a rather elaborate dungeon, complete with wooden cross, saw horse, pummel horse, pulley system, the rack and miscellaneous whips, paddles, crops and canes. Amy started to retreat when she saw the dungeon and I simply said.

"You can leave, but the deal was all or nothing and you'll forfeit your points. The choice is yours, do you have something you want to ask us"

Amy paused before replying "Please punish me"

"Why", I asked

"Please punish me for being a dirty little whore", Amy replied


Wayne and I looked around and I recommended the saw horse. The saw horse could be adjusted to any height, and had a place to secure the Hitachi Wand. Above the saw horse were wrist restraints connected to a pulley and to each side of the saw horse were ankle restraints secured to the floor. When Wayne and I wanted to be "nice", we allowed the Hitachi Wand to be secured to the saw horse, which would allow the slave the relief of resting her pussy and clit against the wand as opposed to the course wood of the horse. Wayne and I were in a gentle mood this evening, especially considering this was Amy's first lesson in pain. We lowered the saw horse with Hitachi Wand tightly secured, and made Amy straddle it. Wayne secured her ankles and wrists as I positioned the horse so the wand was below Amy's pussy. Wayne and I both started to adjust the saw horse and raise it upward. We kept raising it until Amy was on her tip toes, straining to hold her balance. Wayne then started to crank the pulley and Amy's arms began to tighten. Amy was a vision of beauty. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and her whole body was stretched, making every muscle taut.

Amy was quite uncomfortable, but you could still see her juices flowing from her pussy. Wayne had a great idea of putting a bucket under the horse to see how much pussy juice we could collect. I took the riding crop and showed it to Amy. I told her Wayne and I were going to use it to punish her tits and ass. I told her we would be kind enough to turn the Hitachi Wand on, but she was not to let herself cum. If she felt she was getting close, she needed to ask us for permission to cum. If she came without permission, she wouldn't lose any points, but we would beat every inch of her body. I asked if she understood and she nodded.

Wayne and I took turns abusing her tits and ass. We kept the Hitachi Wand at low and enjoyed watching Amy pivot her hips and hump the wand. Several times during the night, Amy moaned that she was about to cum, and Wayne and I would switch the Hitachi Wand off. We kept Amy on the verge of agony, ecstasy and tears all night. First she would beg us to let her cum, then beg us to stop with the punishment, then crying because we wouldn't let her cum and then crying because it hurt. I decided she had had enough punishment with the crop and turned the Hitachi Wand to high. I then took a basket of cloth pins and some string. I attached the cloth pins, grabbing as little skin as possible to Amy's front. On her nipples, around her areolas, and down her stomach. As I was doing this, I also wrapped the string around each cloth pin. I used two sets of pins with string, one down her right side and one down her left. The sensation was driving Amy wild as you could hear her cum splashing into the bucket, which was already two inches full of pussy juice. She was moaning loudly and grinding against the Hitachi Wand. She announced that she was getting ready to cum and begged us to let her. I told her we'd let her cum, but only if she announced how it was building and when she was actually going to cum. She agreed, and Wayne and I watched, each holding a piece of string.

"Oh my god it feels so good."

"Oh my god it's never felt like this"

"Ugh, Uhm, Uh"

She begins to hump the wand violently

"Oh, oh, oh, here it is, I'm ..."

A loud shrill filled the air as Wayne and I simultaneously yanked the strings, pulling off all the cloth pins in one swift motion. Amy screamed and we can saw the juice expelled from her pussy into the bucket. Wayne and I smiled and went to Amy. We lowered the horse and Amy could barely support her weight. We each undid and ankle restraints, and I held Amy around the waist as Wayne lowered her and released her wrists.

Amy collapsed in my arms and whispered into my ear - "Thank you".

"You're welcome" I say. "Do you know what you are"

I smiled as she says "I'm a dirty little slut"

"What else" I say

"I'm a pain slut" she responds

"Who do you belong to", I ask.

"You. I'm your dirty little whore. I belong to you"


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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/18/2012 8:15:14 AM   
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I see it's too late to edit the entry above, I'd like to delete the dialogue after Amy says "Thank You" and end that Chapter.

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/21/2012 9:42:54 AM   
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Sorry for the delay, writer's block. I know where the story is going, but am having difficulty getting there in a coherent
manner.

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 9/21/2012 10:33:31 AM   
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quote:

ORIGINAL: MasterCong

Sorry for the delay, writer's block. I know where the story is going, but am having difficulty getting there in a coherent
manner.



Yes, after reading that I would be too...because I'd have to stop writing to have a *ehem* personal moment or 12 ;)

Good stuff MC, thank you for sharing with us :)

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RE: AMY'S CHOICE - 2/20/2013 2:40:54 AM   
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Enjoying the story so far. It's well written.

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