Getting Caught - Sex Stories

Getting Caught

... trying to dull the pain being sent up my gut.

"And I guess I'll be the one to teach you it."

There was no crack this time, I had made it to the chair and grabbed for the legs of it to push my way up, pain shooting through my lower back and legs from the lashing just given. A boot hit me square in the back as I raised my torso, the breath knocked out of me once again. This time, I fell over the chair, my chest sprawled out across the legs of it, my ass sticking high in the air, I had never felt so vulnerable and I was genuinely petrified that the boot was going to come again, but this time between my legs. Instead, I heard a zip, I turned around and saw Marcus standing there with his cock in his hand, it was solid and looked to be throbbing, I was shocked, Emma also appeared shocked as I gave her a side glance, the reason we had even been in this predicament was because Marcus had trouble getting it up, or so I was told, and yet before me stood this brute of a man, with a solid 6 inch cock, with the thickness of a redbull can.

"There's only one way to teach a little bitch their place, and that's to put them in it". A whimper was all that left my lips, he stood behind me, towering over me like a challenge he needed to conquer.

"Even try to move and this boot will be the last thing you seen, you get me?". I didn't move, not a nod nor a shake, frozen in fear.

Marcus stood behind me, bending his cock so it was angled away from his stomach, I could hear Emma, a ...

... muffled shout of something that sounded like stop but as I looked at her, she started to look away. She couldn't make eye contact, and she couldn't watch what was about to happen.

I felt a rough hand grip my hip, I span my head to look over my left shoulder. The smirk on Marcus' face was obvious, instinctively, and without thought, I began to pull away, his right hand grasping the back of my neck wrapping 3/4 of the way around.

"Do not, fucking move" he hissed.

I heard him spit, I couldn't see what was happening, but I felt it, a large amount of something warm and wet began trickling down my smooth crack. I had shaved and trimmed all the areas that Emma told me to, and today was supposed to be the first time she gave me a rim job, she had been obsessing over it for the past few weeks and I was hoping to finally get it, instead my smooth ass was about to be used for a different purpose.

"Fucking hell, not a single hair, why are you pretending you're not a sissy when it's so fucking obvious". I went to retort but the hand holding my neck squeezed indicating that I should keep my mouth shut.

Another glob of spit landed straight on my asshole and for the first time in the past 5 minutes, I felt something other than fear and pain, but a slither of something that felt good. "A rim job would have been pretty good," the thought flashed through my mind, but the pressure that I suddenly felt against my asshole brought me straight back to reality.

"Fuck this is going to be ...