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Subject: {ASSM} Laura the Lawyer, Part Four (MMMMMM/F, IR, Gangbang, Slut, SM)
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Laura the Lawyer (part four)
[Thanks to all of the folks who have written in about this series. This will
probably be the last Laura for a while at least. I'm working on a new IR series
as well as new installments in the Babysitter and the Great Dane series. In the
meantime, however, a guy's gotta earn a living.Stay tuned]
For the next three weeks, Laura waited for Lucas Jackson's call. Several
times a day, she picked up the phone, intending to call him and beg him to let
her come over so he could take her again like he had done the first time, but
she remembered his parting words and knew that if she did call him, she might
not get his cock again. Each time, she placed the phone back on the cradle
without completing the call.
Laura felt like she was going to lose her mind. Whenever she closed her
eyes, she saw images of herself with the dominant black man, recalled how
completely she had turned into a submissive slut for him. She masturbated
almost daily, remembering the feel of his cock in her, filling her mouth, her
cunt, her asshole. But each session left her weeping and unfulfilled. She
needed something no mere finger inside her could give. On a couple of
occasions, she tried sleeping with her husband, but his tiny cock was barely
even able to excite her any more, much less bring her to the type of shattering
climaxes she had experienced with Lucas Jackson.
Finally, one morning, her cell phone rang. It was Jackson. "6:00 O'clock,"
was all he said. "Your office. Tell your husband you won't be home till
tomorrow night." He hung up before she could ask any questions.
She called and told her husband that she had been called out of town to
fill in for one of the partners on a deposition and wouldn't be home that
night. She spent the rest of the day in a haze of lust, unable to concentrate
on her work. She imagined a hundred scenarios of how she would submit to him,
how he would take her. Each fantasy was more lurid and degrading than the
last. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was time.
As she walked out of her office building, Laura saw Jackson sitting in a
van by the curb. She got in. He was dressed in tight brown leather pants and a
red silk shirt that hugged his body and showed off his muscular torso. He was
wearing dark glasses that hid his eyes and made him look even more dangerous
and threatening. He didn't speak to her as they drove through the city streets.
Her eyes were riveted on him, looking for some sign of affection or approval.
He showed none. Finally, she had to speak or she would scream. "I missed you,"
she said softly.
He turned to look coldly at her. "I tell you to say anything, slut?" he
snapped.
The words hit her like a slap. "N-no sir, " she stammered.
He turned his attention back to the traffic. "Sluts speak when they're
spoken to," he said. "And what are you?"
She shook her head, tears spilling down her face. "I'm not a slut," she
said. "I'm not. I only want you."
She expected him to strike her for her defiance. She expected him to at
least throw her undeniably whorish behavior with him in her face. Her greatest
fear was that he would put her out on the street and not give her the
satisfaction she had been craving.
He did none of those things. He just chuckled, low in his throat. "We
gonna have some fun tonight," was all he said.
After about a half-hour, they pulled up in front of what appeared to be an
abandoned warehouse. As they got out of the van, Laura could hear music coming
from inside. Jackson led hero a door in the side. In almost a parody of good
manners, he opened the door and motioned Laura though with an ironic bow.
They were in a small lobby area with a tile floor. . There was a podium,
like a maitre-d's station off to one side and another door in the far wall. The
room was dimly lit with red bulbs, and it took Laura's eyes a few moments to
adjust. When she did, she gasped at what she saw.
A hugely fat black man leaned back against the wall next to the door. A
naked young woman was on her knees before him. The woman was in an advanced
stage of pregnancy, her belly distended. Her breasts, which looked as if they
had been large to begin with, were swollen with desire, the nipples sticking
out prominently. Her hands were clasped behind her back in a pose of
submission. The fat man's hands were tangled in the kneeling woman's thick,
curly brown hair, and he was brutally fucking her mouth with his thick cock.
Slurping and sucking sounds came from the woman's lips as she orally serviced
the fat man.
A few feet away, another black man in a leather jacket leaned against the
opposite wall. His arms were crossed over his chest and the fingers of his left
hand were drumming impatiently against his sleeve. "Damn, girl," he swore at
the kneeling pregnant woman. "I'd have known you were gonna take this long, I'd
have paid the cover charge."
"Don't rush the bitch, brother," the fat man gasped. "She --ummm --she
getting good at it. Better'n the last time, even."
"All right, all right," the man in the leather jacket conceded. "But don't
be all fuckin' night." The kneeling woman redoubled her efforts, moaning and
grunting as she milked the cock with her lips. After a few moments, the fat
man's hands grabbed her hair even more brutally and he pulled her head against
his crotch, groaning out loud with his climax. Muffled whimpers of joy came
from the woman's lips and her throat worked convulsively as she swallowed his
load. Finally, the fat man was finished. He released his grip on the woman's
hair and pulled slowly out of her mouth. She looked back at the man in the
leather jacket, her hands still clasped behind her back. "Thank you, Master,"
she whispered softly.
The fat man zipped his cock back into his pants and reached into the
podium. He came out with a black leather dog collar and fastened it around the
kneeling woman's neck. A small tag jingled on the collar. "Good to have you
back, Ray," he said to the man in the leather jacket. The woman stood up and
followed the man through the other door, her head bowed, the dog tag jingling
against the collar. The fat man turned to Lucas Jackson.
"Looks like I'm too late for the free cover," Jackson laughed.
"Maybe next time, brother," the fat man grinned, displaying a gold tooth. He
looked Laura over appreciatively. "Make that definitely next time." A cold
shock ran through Laura's body as the import of his words sank in. She realized
that Jackson was fully capable of making her suck off the doorman for admission
to the nightclub. She turned to him.
"I don't like this," she said. "I want to go." He turned and regarded her
coldly. "Please," she whispered.
"You said you'd do anything," he said. "You wasn't lyin' to me, now, was
you, bitch? You don't want to find out what happens to bitches who lie to me."
"No, " Laura said. She was close to tears. After waiting so long, she
couldn't bear the thought of not getting the fucking she needed so badly.. "I
wasn't lying --"
"Shut the fuck up, then," he said. He turned to the fat man and handed over
a few bills. The man pulled out another collar and handed it to Jackson.
Jackson turned to Laura. She saw the tag dangling beneath the collar.
Jackson's name was engraved on the tag. "Bow your head," he ordered.
She complied, unable to stop the single tear that rolled down her face. She
recognized what he was doing. He was establishing a visible sign of his
ownership of her. Everybody who saw her tonight would know. There would be no
secret, no pretense that she was anything other than Jackson's white fuck-toy.
She was stunned to discover that she liked the feeling. she became acutely
aware of a heaviness in her groin and realized that her cunt was juicing
freely. The feel of the collar being fastened about her neck sent a further
thrill of forbidden desire through her. She bowed her head and followed Jackson
into the club.
The club was low ceilinged and smoky. A low stage filled one end of the
room, with a dance floor in front of it. Loud rap music pounded in the air,
provided by a DJ in a booth at one side of the stage. There were tables
scattered about the room, with couples and occasional foursomes seated at them.
All of the men were black, all the women white, save for a few Hispanic looking
women and a couple of Orientals. Laura was shocked to see that some of the
women were stark naked. The women who were dressed wore a bizarre mix of
styles. Some, like Laura were clad in conservative dresses or business attire.
Others looked almost like streetwalkers, with obscenely short skirts and
midriff-baring T-shirts or halter tops. Some were dressed in leather bondage
gear. The only thing they had in common was the collar each wore. .
As they took a seat at a table, a slim Asian girl walked up, carrying a
tray. She was naked except for a pair of high heels and a thin gold chain
around her waist. Her waist-length black hair was fastened in a long ponytail
down her back. "Master Lucas," she said, "It's good to see you again." She
looked at Laura and smiled. "I'm Miki," she said. "First time here?" Laura just
nodded dumbly and Miki laughed. "Mmmmm," she said. "I'll have to stick close. I
always love to see the looks on the faces of the new bitches when they --well,
you'll see." She winked. "Don't want to spoil the surprise." She turned back to
Jackson. "By the way, your package just got delivered. It's in the back."
Jackson nodded. "Stay here," he told Laura. "I'll be right back." He got up
and worked his way through the crowd. "You want something to drink?" Miki said.
Laura shook her head. "Go ahead, honey," the Asian girl said with a laugh. "If
there's anything you're going to need, it's an anesthetic."
There was a sudden commotion at the next table. A woman with short auburn
hair framing a cute face was struggling with her date. Another black man stood
by the table, and impatient look on his face. "NO!" the auburn haired woman was
shouting. "NO! Not here! Not out in public like this!" The woman's escort
grabbed her wrists and twisted one arm up behind her back. He used the leverage
to bend her over the table face down. She struggled and wept, but he held her
fast The second man grinned and lifted the woman's short skirt. "Thanks,
brother," he said as he ripped the woman's panties away with one brutal motion.
Laura turned to the waitress. "Shouldn't someone do something?" she said.
Miki shook her head, an amused expression on her face. "That's just
Suzanne," she said. "She likes putting up a fight. That way she can keep
telling herself she's a good girl. But watch what happens when she really gets
going."
Laura turned back just as the man penetrated Suzanne from behind.
"UNNNNNNNNGH," the auburn-haired woman grunted as he slammed in her to the
hilt. Her eyes opened with the shock. Laura saw that the woman's green eyes
were glassy, not with pain, but with pleasure. She immediately began moving her
hips in small circles back against the man who had begun fucking her vigorously
from behind. "Oh, Oh, Oh," the woman chanted, squirming with bliss against the
tabletop.
"Now," Miki asked Laura. "How about that drink?" .
Laura swallowed nervously. "Brandy," she said. "Make it a double." Miki
nodded and walked away, rolling her hips provocatively.
At that moment a door opened at the side of the stage. Lucas Jackson
entered, pushing a woman before him. Laura gasped in surprise as she recognized
Anne Allen. She was shocked at the woman's transformation. The petite, mousy
minister's wife had disappeared. Anne's short blonde hair was spiked and her
delicate face was made up like a streetwalker's, heavy with eyeshadow and
lipstick. Her conservative clothing had been replaced with a midriff t-shirt
above a black leather micro-mini. A pair of fishnet stockings and spike heels
completed the ensemble. The room fell silent as Jackson marched her to the
center of the stage. She stood beside him, her head bowed. The DJ turned the
music down as Jackson picked up a microphone.
"Some of y'all remember my recent unPLEASANTness with the law," he began.
"That the bitch?" someone yelled from the crowd.
Jackson nodded. "This is the bitch right here. And we know what to do with
lyin' white bitches, don't we?" A roar went up from the crowd. Anne flinched
from the sound as if from a blow. She tried to say something. Jackson held the
mike in front of her face.
"Please," she said. She was weeping. "You gave the tapes to my husband. He
threw me out. Isn't that punishment enough?"
"NO!" the crowd yelled. They started yelling and stomping. Jackson grinned.
He took a pair of handcuffs out of his coat pocket. Anne tried to struggle, but
he overpowered her easily and fastened her hands behind her back . A tall,
leggy blonde, dressed only in the high heels and gold belly chain that Laura
now recognized as the "uniform" of the club's waitresses, joined the couple on
stage. She was carrying a large black duffel bag. Jackson took a length of
rope from the duffel and threw it over a beam in the ceiling. The other end he
fastened to the handcuffs. When he pulled on the free end, Anne's wrists were
drawn painfully up and back, causing her to cry out in agony. The pressure on
her wrists caused her to bend over, her face coming to waist level. Jackson
fastened the free end of the rope to a rail at the edge of the DJ booth. Next
he removed a heavy iron spreader bar with cuffs on either end. He fastened her
ankles wide apart with the spreader bar. He stepped back for a moment, as if
admiring his handiwork. The blonde waitress brought him a stool and a wide
mouthed plastic jug. Jackson set the jug on the stool next to Anne's head. He
took a Magic Marker out of his pocket and wrote "FIVE DOLLARS" on it. "That's
what this bitch goes for tonight," he announced to the crowd. "Any
takers?"Anne's scream of terror was drowned out by the animalistic roar of the
men in the crowd. Several men got up and approached the stage, bills in hand.
In moments, one man was standing behind Anne, dropping his pants. Another was
in front of her pulling his cock out of his zipper. Anne's scream of pain as
the first man penetrated her from behind was immediately muffled by the other
man jamming his cock to the hilt in her mouth. The two men quickly set up a
rhythm between them, shoving the petite blonde back and forth like a rag doll.
Laura was stunned. She knew she should get up, flee this place, even call
the police to put a stop to the sexual assault going on in front of her. But
she just sat and watched in fascination. She gulped down half of her drink,
feeling the brandy burning its way down to combine with the fire in her belly.
She tried to shake off the arousal she felt at the sight of Anne's
degradation, but it was impossible. She imagined herself bound and suspended,
spread open for the use of any man who wanted her. She imagined cock after
cock, spearing her helpless body, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from her...
It was too much. When Lucas Jackson rejoined her at the table, she
immediately slid out of the seat and fell to her knees before him. She nuzzled
at his leather-clad inner thigh like a dog, her kisses moving towards the
enormous bulge at his crotch.
"Oh, so now you want some black dick, whore?" he taunted.
She looked up at him. "Yesss.." she hissed. "I want it. I want it all. Give
it to me. Fuck me. Make me suck you. Turn me out like a whore. Like you did to
her...." she fumbled at the zipper of his pants, whining with frustration until
he laughed and pulled his zipper down. His massive black cock sprung free,
fully erect and throbbing. She plunged her mouth over it with a groan, slurping
noisily, trying to take all of it down her throat. She remembered the pregnant
woman in the lobby, servicing the doorman, and sucked even harder. In the
background she could hear Anne Allen's muffled screams, causing her excitement
to spiral higher and higher like a raging inferno.
"Damn," she heard a voice say. "Look at that little slut go."
"That's Jackson's new bitch," another voice said.
"Man, I can't wait to get me some of that. Hey brother, when you gonna be
ready to share this bitch?"
Jackson reached down and cupped Laura's chin gently in his powerful hand.
Gently he pulled her eager mouth off his cock and looked down into her panting
face. She looked up at him. "How about it, Laura?" he said. "You ready?"
She looked around. She was surrounded by a circle of black men, looking down
at her with expressions of lust on their faces. She could see their cocks
bulging against their pants. She knew she was acting like a deranged slut. She
didn't care. She had been denied real cock for so long she didn't think she
would ever get enough.
"Yes," she said. "I'm ready. Please. Give it to me, all of you. I want big
black cocks in my mouth, my pussy, my ass...."
"And what does that make you?" Jackson said.
She turned back to him. "A slut," she said.
"Louder. Let them all hear it."
She turned back. "I'm a slut," she said. "A slut for black cock." The men
had taken out their cocks and she suddenly found herself in a circle of rampant
pricks. Someone grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to the nearest cock and
she took in in eagerly. Her hands grabbed two more and began pumping. She
couldn't tell which dick she was sucking, and she didn't care. All she wanted
was the sensation of swollen cock flesh in her hot, eager mouth. She felt hands
on her body, tearing at her clothes. Her suit jacket was yanked roughly of her
shoulders, then she felt the buttons of her white blouse being ripped away one
by one before that, too was torn from her. Her bra was next, leaving her naked
from the waist up. He breasts were mauled by rough hands that pinched her
nipples painfully. She moaned as the pain sent what felt like electric shocks
down to her cunt. She wanted to shove her hands down to rub her burning slit,
but she couldn't bear to lose her grip on the throbbing cocks in her hands.
She heard Suzanne's rhythmic grunts of bliss from the next table, blending with
Anne's agonized screams as she was fucked in her painful bonds. When Suzanne's
voice rose in an unmistakable groan of climax, Laura came as well, her hips
writhing in short, sharp jerks as if there was a cock in her.
"Shit, man. Looks like she be comin' just from suckin' dick," someone said.
At that moment, the man in her mouth began to climax and she screamed against
his crotch as she came again, even harder. Saliva mixed with cum ran down her
chin as Laura noisily swallowed his load. As he pulled out, another hand
grabbed her hair and one of the men began spurting his semen onto her face.
She groaned with the sensation, letting go of one of the cocks in her hand long
enough to rub the thick clinging sperm into her face.
Suddenly she gasped as she was lifted bodily into the air by several hands.
They laid her on her back on the table, pinning her hands above her and
spreading her legs roughly with a hand on each of her slim ankles until her
thighs quivered with the strain. She wanted to tell them that that wasn't
necessary , that she would spread her legs for them willingly, but the words
caught in her throat as a huge cock was rammed to the hilt in her wide-open,
drenched pussy. As the man between her legs began fucking her brutally, she
found that she loved the sensation of being held down and spread open. She
turned her head slightly to look at the stage.
There was a man standing behind Anne, his cock rammed into her asshole. He
had grabbed her hips and lifted her spread feet off the floor, forcing the
slim blonde to take all her weight on her tortured shoulder muscles. She had
obviously been fucked by a number of men already; sticky rivulets of cum coated
her inner thighs and ran down her legs and the jar next to her was crammed with
five dollar bills. She had screamed until her voice was gone; only pitiful
whimpers escaped her throat. The man in front of her was slapping her across
the face brutally with his open hand, then shoving his cock back into her
throat.
Suddenly, Laura's view was cut off by a man stepping between her and the
stage. She felt herself being dragged backwards slightly until her head hung
backwards off the table and there was another cock demanding entrance to her
mouth. She moaned and opened her mouth wide, her lips working over the rough
skin of the cock that slid into her eager throat. The image of Anne being
brutally tortured and abused was burned into her mind, and her hips began
pumping uncontrollably as she rose to another orgasm. She clenched her inner
muscles tighter against the ruthless invader, wanting to feel every inch of
him.
"Fuck, man," the man above her grated. "It' s like she got fingers and
tongues inside that pussy. She doin' things inside her belly like I never felt
before." The he was grunting in pleasure as he came inside her, setting off
another orgasm in her.
Laura felt like she was floating, disconnected from reality. She lost track
of the number of cocks that penetrated her or the number of times she came. At
one point, they turned her over and she became aware that she was on top,
riding a thick black cock. She writhed and sobbed and ground her pussy down on
him, impaling herself over and over, rubbing her clit against his wiry pubic
hair until she came again. As what seemed like her hundredth orgasm gripped
her, she felt an enormous cock being rammed into her asshole. She gritted her
teeth against the pain and looked back over her shoulder at the man who had
penetrated her so brutally.
"Come on," she begged through clenched teeth. -~"Do it harder. Fuck my ass
harder. Rape it. Tear it apart. AAAAHHHHhhhhhhh..." . With two cocks in her she
writhed between them, caught on a plateau of pain and seething pleasure. Every
way she moved her hips she felt a cock thrusting wonderfully into her. She was
dimly aware that she was soaking wet, her body covered with sweat and sticky
cum. Then both men were coming inside her and she screamed and came with them.
They took her like that again and again, one cock in her cunt, another in her
tight asshole until she lay limp like a rag doll, moaning softly, buffeted by
the thrusts of the giant cocks above and below her. She tried to raise up on
her arms, but she was too weak from repeated orgasms and she collapsed.
"I think she done now," the man below her laughed. She felt strong hands
pulling her off of the man beneath her. "Thank you," she whispered to him. She
grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles adoringly, before she passed out.
It was morning when she woke up. She was in a bed. She rolled over and
looked around. It was the enormous king sized bed in Lucas Jackson's apartment.
Her body felt sore and bruised, and her cunt and asshole ached from the
pounding they had taken. Even the corners of her mouth were sore from where
countless men had forced her jaws apart with their cocks. Her hair was matted
with dried cum and there were patches of the same substance all over her body.
She knew she should feel ashamed, humiliated. But she felt wonderful,
completely fulfilled. There was a huge smile on her face as she stretched like
a cat.
Jackson came into the room, dressed in a black silk robe. He stopped and
stood at the foot of the bed. "'Bout damn time you woke up, slut," he said. He
opened the robe. His cock stood out from his groin, huge, throbbing and
inviting. "Now get back to work."
"Yes Master," she smiled as she crawled towards him on the bed.
The End. for now
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