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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com
CHAPTER 14 (MF, oral, D/s, forced mast)
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And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
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“That’s it sugar, swallow my big cock nice and easy. I know you always wanted to,” the man said, his hands on
the back of her head.
“Yes Daddy,” replied Grace, pausing to avoid choking.
Grace was bent down over the man’s lap in the front seat of his car. The car was parked in a dark alleyway. Like
he had her rehearse just minutes ago, she knew exactly how she should respond as he talked, while she sucked
him off.
“I love your big cock, Daddy,” she said, using her mouth to create a vacuum to envelope his cockhead.
“That’s it Heather sugar. I love to hear you talk dirty like that,” he moaned, “Do you think of Daddy fucking
you?”
“Yes Daddy, I rub my little cunny thinking of your big cock all the time,” she said, massaging his cockshaft with
her closed fist. Sensing that he was near the point of no return, she worked her tongue harder on the underside of
and over the cockhead, adding, “Please fuck my mouth Daddy. I want you to cum in my mouth Daddy, I want to
feel your sperm spurting into me…Ohhhh….”
That was the final straw as the man gave it up with a loud groan.
When she felt the hot runny semen splash into her mouth, she knew that she had sunk to a new low. It was barely
four days ago when she gave the hotel bellboy a blowjob, and between then and now, she had sucked another six
men. The man she just sucked did not want to put on a condom. Desperate for time, Grace had agreed to it.
Getting out of the car with cum in her mouth, she did not wait for any payment from her latest client. She quickly
tried to flag a passing cab, keeping the warm semen in her mouth. Given that it was already 8pm, she wanted to
make haste to her destination before she concerned herself with filling her third condom with the man-cum in her
mouth.
On the cab, she felt again the same feeling as a few days ago in Royston’s office, moments before she fucked
herself with a dildo in front of her trainer. It was the feeling of her pussy tingling, the feeling of being empty, as if
her body was anticipating the sensation of being filled and abused. Only this time, there was also the taste and
pungent smell of semen in her mouth, a reminder of the taste of George’s cum yesterday where she had
succumbed to an orgasm upon receiving his ejaculation in her mouth.
Her pussy tingled again as she sat in the moving cab in her harlot outfit, pantiless. She saw the look in the cab
driver’s eyes earlier in the rear view mirror. She knew what he must be thinking, and how she looked with
remnants of sperm around her lips, holding a condom full of saliva and whitish cum which she just filled from
her mouth.
** 4 DAYS AGO: GRADUATION
Grace leaned against the wall outside Royston’s office, weak-kneed, her eyes half-closed as she endured the
buzzing of the dildo impaled in her cunt. Her juices were slowly dribbling down the edges of the dildo, creating a
ticklish sensation as a drop made its way down her inner thigh under the skirt. She could feel herself slipping
over the edge, so close to losing herself to the embrace of orgasm. The buzzing died down, but Grace knew that
she would probably not be able to stop herself from cumming the next time. She had to ask permission soon,
because if she came without permission, Royston would make her suck the old office janitor’s cock again.
Unlike the first time when she asked for permission to orgasm via Messenger on her computer, and the
subsequent times via telephone, she had to ask Royston in person in his office today.
Grace knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Royston’s voice said.
Grace entered, and closed the door behind her.
“Sit down, Grace,” Royston said, offering the seat opposite his table.
He had that smug look on his face that Grace hated. She knew that he enjoyed humiliating her – and there was
nothing she could do but swallow her pride, and come in here, pleading for permission to have an orgasm.
As Grace sat down, she could feel the dildo starting up again. The tiny vibrations began as a titillating sensation
in her pussy, then grew to a distracting, almost annoying buzz that made her insides all slushy. Royston pushed
the switch up further on his remote in his pocket, ramping up the vibrations to the highest level. The reaction on
Grace was immediate, causing her toes to curl, her eyes to close, her face betraying the primordial sexual urge of a
young healthy female begging for release.
“Grace, stand up and take out Grace-Fucker,” commanded Royston.
Grace stood up. Her hands disappeared under her short skirt. Her left hand pulled aside the crotch panel of her
panties, while the fingers of her right hand grasped the end of the dildo, still buzzing. Its length slowly emerged
from Grace’s dripping wet cunt, the noise from the buzzing grew louder. In withdrawing the buzzing instrument
from her pussy, Grace nearly came, courtesy of the many ridges and bumps on the dildo. Grace-Fucker, as it had
been christened, by Royston, was shaped like a real-life cock. Unlike the smooth cigar-shaped silver vibrator
which also has been used on her several times, Grace-Fucker was almost two inches longer, had a thicker girth,
and had a skin-like texture. Not to mention her name Grace was engraved on its side, a reminder of whose mouth
and pussy its mission was to fuck.
“My my…look at you.. look at all your slime on Grace-Fucker… alright, sit down on the sofa – you don’t look that
steady on your feet.”
Using his remote control, Royston turned the vibrator in the dildo down to a low hum, as it purred in Grace’s
right hand.
Grace sat down, relieved that the massive dildo was out of her cunt.
“What did you come here for, Grace?” Royston asked the obvious question.
“To ask you for permission to cum, Sir…” Grace said.
“Well.. put Grace-Fucker against your clit and ask,” Royston replied.
Grace gingerly touched the vibrating dildo to her clit, as she laid on her side on the leather sofa. Her body jerked
like it was hit with an electric shock. Grace whimpered, and forced the words out of her mouth, “Can Grace have
your permission to cum Sir?”. Embarrassed that the heat of lust showed on her face, Grace lowered her gaze to
the floor, looking at her fuck-me heels.
“Spread your legs for me. Masturbate yourself for me, and ask again,” was Royston’s reply. Royston turned the
dildo off.
Grace whimpered, a refusal hovering on her lips, then she slowly opened her thighs. Royston could see the hairs
around her slit were wet with her juices, and as he watched she slipped her middle finger between the folds of
her cunt. She gave an audible sigh, not by choice, and began to stroke her finger up and down her slit, rubbing
the tip over her clit. After a minute or two she slid down on the sofa, opening her legs wider as she did so.
Royston had a clear view of her swollen pussy lips. She pushed a finger deep inside her cunt, groaning as she did
so, then her other hand was there, teasing her clit. She was bucking her hips in an unladylike fashion, murmuring
to herself as her body repeated the steady rocking rhythm.
“Can I have please have your permission to cum Sir?” Grace’s whispered, her voice slightly cracked.
“Did you say ‘I?’ Remember, this body is not yours anymore. And let’s be specific.. which part of this body wants
to cum?”
“Grace’s pussy Sir,” she said, flushing.
“CUNT. Who does this CUNT belong to, and who controls it?”
“Nakamori-san and you Sir.”
“Good, so ask for permission properly again.”
“Can your cunt please have permission to cum, Sir?” Grace felt hopelessly humiliated, by her own words no less.
Whether she used “cunt” to refer to herself, or to refer to a part of the body that used to be hers, it worked either
way.
“Put Grace-Fucker back in that worthless cunt,” he replied.
Grace did so, her mouth unconsciously open as she forced the large phallic object into herself. The dildo turned
on again inside of her, causing her to gyrate in her seat involuntarily. Her eyes were half-closed as she struggled
to maintain some semblance of composure and self-control at first, but gradually started to relax as her body
succumbed to the feelings of lust consuming her from within.
She felt total shame by her forced masturbation in front of Royston. This was the first time she ever did
something so personal in front of another person. Not even her boyfriend had seen her play with herself like that.
Subconsciously, her exposure excited her. The inhibitions torn down systematically by Royston only inflamed her
desires, as it dawned on her that no man had seen all of her so intimately as Royston has. Grace felt herself
approaching the brink of orgasm, then the vibrations in the dildo suddenly stopped, denying her the sweet
release which she hungered.
Unable to help herself, Grace stroked her middle finger over her swollen clit. Her breath changed into short gasps,
simultaneously with the realization of what she had done – she had pushed herself over the edge.
At that instant, her eyes connected with Royston’s. She saw what he saw. She felt an intense shame that he was
observing her orgasm beginning. She saw his face as he watched her cum, making her degradation complete.
With a low cry of despair, she clamped her thighs together on her hand, rolled onto her side and curled into a ball,
her tiny body shaking as her climax ran its course. Under Royston’s watchful gaze, she felt each one of the intense
waves of her climax pushing her further into the haze of abandoned lust, enslaving her body and soul deeper.
Slowly, she came to, and opened her eyes. Filled with shame, she could not look Royston in the eye, but knew
that Royston had moved from his seat to sit directly in front of her.
“You came without permission Grace,” Royston said in an accusatory tone.
“I’m so sorry Sir!” Grace frantically apologized.
“Why did you do it?” he said, “You will be punished you know.”
”Please forgive me Sir, I did not mean it… I couldn’t stop myself..”
“My my.. so Grace couldn’t stop herself from cumming could she? It felt too good did it?” remarked Royston, his
lip curling up in scorn.
His fingers grasped the handle of the dildo embedded still in Grace’s cunt, and withdrew it. He thought he saw a
shiver pass through her body as Grace-Fucker emerged from her cunt lips, dripping with her juices.
Royston ran his fingertips through her thin pubes, then pushed a fingertip into her slit and found her clit. Her
eyes rolled as he started to tease her sensitive bud. He gently inserted his fingertip, feeling her labia lips close
around it like it was a cock. He began to slowly finger fuck her, pushing in a little further each time. She gasped
and clung tighter. Then he was able to push his finger all the way into her. The muscles of her hot, velvety tunnel
closed tight around his finger.
Without warning, Royston pushed his index finger of his other hand into Grace’s anus. As it was already wet
with her cunt juices, it easily slid in an inch. “OH GOD..” Grace cried out, feeling pain, shock, humiliation and
disgust at the painful intrusion into her anal passage.
Royston started to tease her clit again with the tip of his thumb, occasionally caressing it with his fingernail.
Meanwhile two fingers were entrenched in her cunt, hooking upward to find the spongy spot on the roof that
was her G-spot. Finding it, Royston began to attack the soft tissue, while using the heel of his hand to keep the
pressure on her clit, causing Grace to make unintelligible grunting noises as he finger-banged her deeply.
Under the triple assault of clitoral, vaginal and anal stimulation, Grace was soon crying out for permission to
orgasm again. Her eyes begged for mercy from the man who controlled her body completely.
“Sirr…. Can this cunt have your permission to cumm - ahhhhhh… t-to cum please?” she said softly.
He asked, “What will you do if I let this cunt orgasm?”
He withdrew his fingers of his right hand and turned their attention to her engorged clit which had taken
temporary refuge under the hood. He prodded and pinched the erectile tissue cruelly, his fingers drawing out a
moan from the powerless young woman as she struggled to answer.
“What will you do if I let this cunt orgasm?” he repeated.
“Anything, Sir,” she cried in submission.
“Sluts will do anything to orgasm, Grace. Are you a slut?”
“Yes Sir, Grace is a slut,” she choked, in a shameless declaration.
“You’re not just a slut. You’re a skanky slut toy. A whore hole.” he said. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a skanky slut toy and a whore hole, Sir,” Grace wailed, her voice trembling.
He looked at her pretty face as she lay there. Eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration, her jaw slack and open.
Her small tits rose and fell rapidly. She began to whimper gently and started to push her hips up in time to his
finger fuck. Royston kept up the rhythm, the fingers of his right hand making squelching noises in Grace’s cunt,
signaling an imminent orgasm of her vaginal walls.
“A walking cunt in the office. That’s what you are,” he said, ”The walking fuck-hole of the company. You’re so
close to walking in the office stark naked - wearing nothing but makeup, high heels and dangly earrings.”
The pace of his strokes quickened, his fingers plunging into her slobbering wet cunt, deep-fucking her G-spot,
making the spongy area swell with the stimulation.
"Can you feel my finger up your asshole?" He twisted his finger cruelly in her anus, watching her body shudder
in pain.
“Yes Sir – “, she gasped. His fingers spread her twin holes, forcing them apart as he continued to abuse her body.
“Who has mastery over this body?” he asked, the fingernail of his thumb grazing the hardened little nub that was
her clit. A second finger pushed against her backdoor, forcing its way to join the first finger.
Her eyes flew open in shock as she felt the pressure on her backdoor give way as the finger slipped into her
butthole with a pop. “You Sir!” she cried in pain.
“Can this slut toy cum with my finger up her asshole?”
Eliciting a frantic gasp from Grace, the second finger burrowed inexorably into her tight ass till it too was
knuckle-deep, adding pain on top of pleasure, and pleasure on top of pain as the forced stroking of her clit and G-
spot continued.
“Y-yes Sir, “ she answered, her eyes wide-open.
Her body jerked on his fingers as they continued to pinch and prod her openings, dragging moans of pleasure
and pain from her lips as he masturbated her.
“Tell me slut toy, what you want,” he said.
“Yes Sir, this slut toy wants to orgasm with your finger up my asshole,” Grace announced ruefully, her cheeks
wet with tears of shame.
Royston noted that her labia was now standing forward and her clit had exposed itself from under its protective
hood, the tiny pea-sized organ presenting itself excitedly.
“Good. I will give you permission to cum in a moment. Make sure you say it out loud when you are cumming.
Sluts always announce their orgasm to let the whole world know that their cunts own them. Even though it’s
darn obvious they are cumming.”
“Ready…” he said, his fingernail grazing her clit.
Grace hung on the edge. Royston pressed his thumb firmly onto the base of her clit, making the head stand out
proudly, his fingers squeezing and pulling the delicate morsel. Grace was biting her bottom lip, her face contorted
in pleasure and concentration.
“CUM NOW CUNT ”
"Yeeeessss," she cried, her ass arched backwards, forcing her spasming twin holes onto the digits that she was
speared on. His other fingers spread her vaginal walls wide, resisting the muscular contractions that were starting.
“YYYYEEEESSSS, I"MMMM CUUUUUMMMMMIIINNNNGGG," she cried, her pussy and asshole clamping
down hard on Royston’s fingers in an intense orgasm that engulfed her. Grace’s small body shook violently as
she was forced to accept three fingers up her backside, her tortured body letting go a deluge of her secretions.
As she climaxed the second time in the same evening, Royston felt her hot cunt walls squeezing strongly on his
entrenched fingers repeatedly, gripping onto them tightly. Her clit was an angry deep red, full with
engorged blood, a pulsing beacon of pure pleasure. Her body shook and shuddered as the buried fingers drew
out a third orgasm with the repeated stroking and hammering of her G-spot, the continued pressure of the heel of
his hand forcibly masturbating her clit, with three fingers filling her asshole.
In her cum-daze, Grace’s small hands reached down and grabbed the male arm that was fucking her, hanging
onto it as the waves of her third climax accompanied the blissful uterine contractions of her clitoral orgasm even
before her vaginal orgasm subsided.
Like a hurt animal she moaned, bucking her hips, riding the hand like a bronco. Her writhing, jerking body
merged with the hand that controlled every inch of her being, leaving it completed drenched in her clear love
fluids.
Finally the spasms subsided, leaving Grace panting, her chest heaving from the exertion of her multiple orgasms.
“A cum-whore,” said Royston, raising up his arm, all covered with Grace’s juices, evidence of how far she
had squirted earlier in her throes of ecstasy. “A good-for-nothing, skanky cum whore. Begging and promising to
do anything just to cum. You really are a slave, a slave to my cunt. Since begging to orgasm is second nature to
you now, you’ve graduated from this stage of training,” said Royston.
The man got up from his seat, wiping his elbow with a handkerchief. “Congratulations my dear grace slut - I will
inform your Owner of the good news,” he said, walking out of the door and leaving Grace in his office. She heard
his voice fade down the corridor, “I need to think about your punishment too for the earlier infringement. “
Grace felt a tremor escape from her cunt walls, when she heard the word, “punishment.”
**
That was four days ago. Grace alighted from the cab outside the decrepit building that housed Joe’s photography
studio. It was almost 8.15pm, which meant she was late by fifteen minutes for her shoot. She knew that she would
be punished for being late, one of the lessons she would learn as a slut. She also knew that the rules were only
going to get tougher for her. Like having semen in her mouth even before she could ask for permission to cum.
Like having to whore herself at Royston’s whim and fancy.
The contents of the three little rubber balloons in her handbag, were testament to Grace the cum-whore. They
were full of man-cum that she had extracted from complete strangers with her mouth in the last hour. First was a
man in his early thirties, whom she blew while kneeling on the sidewalk. Number two didn’t count because he
came on her face instead of in the condom. Number three was a college senior who was hanging out at a bar with
a couple of friends – she blew him in the dingy men’s toilet, taking a record two minutes. Last was in the car of a
man in his mid-forties, while he indulged in his incestuous fantasy.
She was becoming numb to the initial feelings of self-loathing, bitterness and humiliation. She pushed the sordid
imagery of her cock-sucking out of her head. She refused to think, refused to acknowledge what she was doing.
She told herself she had to follow Royston’s orders, or be punished. Like he said, it was her second nature now.
As Grace entered the studio, her hands were cold and clammy. Her heart was thumping. She could not help but
fidget nervously, imagining what Royston and Joe had in store for her at her second bondage photography shoot.
What would they have her do with the supply of fresh cum that she was told to bring?
**
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