Runaways · Part 2 (2/6)
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with her mission.
"Licking pussy is easy. You're a woman, so just do what you think would feel good to you!" Jen watched as Alyson knelt before Julia and remembered the licking Andrea had given her. She placed Alyson's hand on her swollen lips and said, "Spread them and rub your finger up and down, real gently." Alyson ran a finger over the wet folds of Julia's pussy, then pushed it between them, rubbing it from top to bottom.
"That's it! See, it's not so bad!," Julia exclaimed.
Alyson shrugged. "What's next?," she asked, a hint of interest in her voice.
"Keep doing that, then push your finger inside. Don't worry, you won't hurt me!" Alyson pushed into Julia's soft warm pussy, burying her finger inside the wet tunnel. "Mmmm… yes! That's it! Oh, that feels good!" After a few minutes, Alyson sat down and Jen took over. Julia looked over at Jen, who was looking at her wet fingers.
"Taste me, Alyson," Julia said. "Lick my pussy juice from your finger!" Jen looked over to her as she studied her wet fingers. She tentatively raised them to her lips and sniffed them. Julia nodded at her. "Go ahead… try it!" She looked at Julia, then back to her fingers. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and slipped the wet fingers in, sucking the sweet juices from them. Jen watched her as she fingered Julia's twat, eyes wide.
"What's it taste like?," she asked, making a face.
"Try some yourself," Jen said, nodding toward her fingers buried in Julia's pussy.
"I have a better idea," Julia said. She pulled Jen's hand from her pussy, sat down on the couch, and spread her long legs wide. "Time to learn how to eat pussy, girls." Her gaze went from one to the other. "Who wants to go first?"
Alyson started to move over to her, but Jen spoke up.
"I will." She gave Alyson a smile and dropped to her knees between Julia's legs. Julia's lips were swollen and glistening with moisture from their fingering. She could smell her musky aroma and see pink flesh peeking out from under the folds of skin. She looked up at Julia and sighed sadly, her eyes telling Julia she would rather do almost anything else, then slowly lowered her face between her legs. She stuck her tongue out and quickly licked lightly across her labia. Not finding the taste disagreeable, she did it again, this time with more conviction. Julia placed a hand on her head, forcing her lips to her wet labia.
"Push your tongue in as far as you can and flick it around," Julia coached. Jen did as she was told and Julia moaned in pleasure. "Yes! That's it!," she whispered. "Just like that! Now, go up and suck on my clit… yes! Oh, god, yes!!" Julia locked her lips around the little sex organ and sucked on it, causing Julia to moan even louder.
"Oh, yeah! I think you've got it, hun!," she exclaimed, and lifted Jen's pretty face from her stimulated pussy. She kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Jen's lips and tongue, then turned to Alyson.
"Your turn, honey. Come on." She beckoned for Alyson to take Jen's place between her spread legs. "Let's see if you can finish what Jen started!," she said as Alyson knelt between her legs. Wanting this humiliation to end as soon as possible, Alyson immediately lowered her face to the pink flesh and began licking.
"Oooo!," Julia cried. "That's it! Wow, you're a natural, Alyson! Nice and slow, now… that's it!" Alyson continued her licking and tongue-fucking for a few moments, then attacked Julia's erect clit with a vengeance! She sucked hard on the little bud then began to nibble on it with her teeth. Julia moaned in pleasure and started rocking her hips.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Suck my pussy! Oh, yes!! I'm gonna cum!! Don't stop!! Don't stop!! Ahhhhh!!!" Her body stiffened as her orgasm exploded and a warm, kind of bitter fluid sprayed into Alyson's mouth. Julia's hands were holding her head in place and she had no choice but to swallow it. It wasn't bad tasting, much better than when John came in her mouth. And it wasn't as thick, more like water.
Julia cried out as her pussy gushed into Alyson's mouth and soaked her face. "Oh, yesss!!!" She finally released her grip on Alyson's head and her body relaxed, occasionally twitching on the couch. Alyson pulled her head free, her face dripping with Julia's cum.
Julia smiled weakly at her. "That was incredible!" She leaned forward and caught a drop as it was about to fall from Alyson's chin. "Sorry… sometimes that happens." Alyson licked her lips and Julia grinned. "So, how do I taste?"
Alyson made a face. "Not bad… better than a man. A little bitter."
Julia turned to Jen. "Give her a kiss. Try it." Alyson turned to Jen, her face slick with Julia's cum, and kissed her. Jen pulled away and licked her lips. She shrugged.
"It's ok," she said with disinterest. It was better than a man's but her mind was elsewhere. She was really starting to like kissing Alyson. Each time they were told to kiss, Jen's heart skipped a beat. It seemed more pleasurable the more they did it. She wondered if Alyson was having the same thoughts. She smiled at Alyson, who took her hand and squeezed it.
Just then, the door opened and Andrea walked in, the usual malicious grin on her face.
"Well now! My two little cock suckers are now muff divers, too!," she said with a hollow laugh. Julia stood and began to dress while the two girls remained sitting on the couch, holding hands and watching Andrea fearfully. "Ok, it's time to eat, then you can bathe and get ready for tonight." She held out her hands. "Come on, sluts! Follow me!"
Reluctantly, they each took her hands and rose from the couch. They still had on the t-shirts, which barely fell below their hips, and that was the most clothing either had worn in over two weeks. "You can leave those here," she said, tugging on Alyson's shirt. "We'll get you some new outfits after you get cleaned up."
They looked at each other and began to remove the t-shirts. One lesson they had learned well was not to question Andrea's orders. Julia finished dressing and watched as they pulled the t-shirts over their heads and dropped them to the floor. Both girls stood stark naked before Andrea and Julia. Once again, Julia felt a pang of pity for them. She quickly excused herself and left the room.
"Follow me," Andrea said, and opened the door. They followed her obediently out into the hall. They passed several men and women along the way and they tried in utter futility to cover themselves with their hands.
They stopped at a door and Andrea opened it, gesturing for them to go in first. As they walked in, they were horrified to see several people, men and women, all fully clothed, sitting around a dining table. They stood in shocked silence as everyone stopped talking and turned to look at them. Alyson and Jen lowered their eyes. Jen didn't think is was possible for Andrea to degrade and humiliate them anymore than she already had, but this was the icing on the cake. She wished the floor would just open up and swallow her.
Andrea was suddenly standing behind them. She leaned over and said, "Don't be shy, sluts. Take a seat!" She urged them forward toward two empty chairs on either side of the long table. Alyson was seated between Julia and a man of about thirty, with a somewhat handsome face. He grinned lustily at her as she took her seat.
Jen sat between a very sexy looking brunette with huge tits and John, the man she'd given head to earlier. He gave her leg a squeeze after she sat down.
"You still owe me a deep throat, blondie!," he snarled under his breath as she slid her chair forward. She shuddered at his words and touch, but didn't look at him or respond.
Andrea took a seat at the head of the table and raised her wine glass. Everyone picked up a glass and turned to her, except Alyson and Jen, who were staring at their plates. Julia nudged Alyson, who picked up her glass. Jen looked up and did as well.
Andrea grinned at the two girls and held her glass up higher. "Here's to a night of wild sex! May you surrender your virginity with much lust and enthusiasm!"
Everyone chuckled and took a sip. Andrea gave Jen and Alyson a hard stare until they did, too. The food was then brought out and served by three pretty young girls in sexy french maid uniforms. Alyson and Jen ate in silence while everyone chatted away happily and tried to ignore the comments about how hot their bodies were and how much everyone there wished they could be the one to take their virginity.
After what seemed an eternity, the meal ended and everyone drifted away, leaving Alyson and Jen alone with Andrea and Julia. Andrea checked her watch.
"It's six-thirty, girls. Time for you three to be getting ready. Julia, would you accompany them to their baths while I prepare your outfits?"
Julia nodded. "Of course." She stood and motioned for the girls to come with her. As they went through the door, Andrea called out to them.
"And no more fooling around! I want all of you fresh for the clients!"
Jen and Alyson held hands as they followed Julia down the hall. She opened a door and led them into a huge room that held four large whirlpool tubs. The room was finished in expensive looking tile and each tub was filled with water and bubble bath. Off to one side was an alcove with a fully stocked makeup table and several chairs. Through a door was a large walk-in wardrobe and dressing room, and beyond that a bedroom with the biggest bed either of them had ever seen, two couches, several easy chairs, and a long sturdy looking table about two and a half feet high.
"Is this where we…," Jen asked as she looked into the bedroom, her voice trailing off. She already knew the answer.
Julia hugged her from behind. "Don't worry about that now. Let's all have a nice, relaxing bath. I think I saw some wine in there, too." She steered Jen back into the bathroom and over to one of the tubs. Alyson followed and soon they were both sitting up to their necks in the warm, soapy water. Julia brought them each a bottle of wine and a glass, which she filled before slipping into her own bath. "Ahhhh!," she sighed as the warm water enveloped her.
After about fifteen minutes, Jen noticed that she wasn't as nervous as she had been earlier and Alyson agreed. They both decided it must be the soothing bath, since they only had one glass of wine.
"I'm almost looking forward to it!," Jen said with a little grin as she took another sip of her wine. "As long as it doesn't get too… too…" She thought for a second, then looked up. "Kinky! That's the word I was looking for!"
Julia listened sadly as they chatted excitedly. She knew the type of people who paid for girls like them and 'too kinky' wasn't even close to describing some of the things she'd seen done.
Alyson drained her glass and filled another. "I know what you mean! I'm actually getting…" She leaned over closer to Jen's bath and whispered loudly, "…horny!" They both started giggling. Julia swirled the wine in her glass, watching them. As expected, the drugs in their wine were having the desired effect. By the time the clients got here, Jen and Alyson would be chomping at the bit. Unfortunately, soon after they would probably be pleading for mercy.
Andrea walked in from the dressing room. "Your clothes are all ready. Time to get dressed."
They obediently but reluctantly got out of their baths and toweled off before padding naked into the dressing room. There were three catholic school girl type outfits hanging on hooks on the wall. Panties and long white stockings were lain out next to them, but no bras.
Happy to finally have real clothes to wear again, Jen and Alyson quickly got dressed. Julia put on the plaid skirt and white blouse and all three stood before Andrea.
"Perfect," she said, winking at Julia. "If those outfits don't scream 'innocence', I don't know what would!" She glance again at her watch and turned to Julia. "It's seven-thirty. Can you get just a little makeup on them? Not too much! I don't want them to look like whores, just act like whores!"
Julia nodded, looking at the two teens. "No problem. They don't need much, anyway."
Andrea turned to go, then stopped and faced the girls. "I hope you realize just how important this night is to your future." Her eyes took on the now familiar icy stare and her lips twisted into a humorless smile. "If you don't please these clients, then you're no good to me. And that is a position you don't want to be in." She continued to stare at them for a moment, then turned and left without another word.
After the door closed behind her, Julia said quietly, "And she means it. Remember what I told you!" The girls swallowed hard, remembering Julia's warning all too well. They sat down at the makeup table and began applying some light makeup, the final preparation for the theft of their innocence.
– To Be Continued… –
Part 3
Jackie sat at her impressive desk and surveyed the two men and the woman seated across from her. One man was in his twenties, tall, well toned but not too bulky, and quite handsome with his short, dark hair and equally dark eyes. He didn't tell her his name and sat slightly apart from the other two, not speaking.
The other man, Matt, appeared to be a few years older. He was in his early thirties, tall, and a little more built than the other man. It looked like he worked out with weights regularly, but didn't go overboard on the bodybuilding. His sandy colored, shoulder length hair hung over his forehead and a pair of piercing blue eyes were locked onto Jackie's. Of the two men, he was definitely the more attractive. He was also more outgoing and did most of the talking.
The woman, Jackie learned, was the sandy haired man's fiancé. Her name was Lisa and she had long, light brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders in a natural wave. She had a strikingly beautiful face with high cheekbones, full pouty lips, and warm brown eyes. She also had a lithe, sexy figure, although her tits were a little on the small side. Overall, a very attractive woman.
"So, you're all ready for your private party?," Jackie asked after introductions and small talk.
Matt grinned and squeezed Lisa's hand. "We haven't been able to think about anything else for two days!"
Lisa returned his grin and licked her lips. "Mmmhmm!," she said. "I've been wanting to do another woman for a long time. I can't believe it's actually happening!"
Jackie smiled graciously. "Your pleasure is my business, my dear, but it's also my pleasure!" She turned to Matt. "There's just the small matter of my fee and you can get started!" He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, which he passed across the desk to Jackie. She glanced inside, then put it away in her desk.
"I'm sure it's all there," she said, standing. "Now, if you'll all just follow me, I'll introduce you to my assistant, Andrea, and she will show you to your suite!" The followed her into the lobby where Andrea was chatting with a busty redhead.
"Andrea!," Jackie called out cheerily, waving her over. Andrea glanced over, waved, and spoke briefly to the redhead, then came over to them, a warm smile on her face. Jackie introduced everyone. "This is Matt, Lisa, and… I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
The dark haired man managed a slight smile and shook Andrea's hand. "Bob," was all he said.
"Bob," Jackie repeated. "They are your special eight o'clock appointment in the Presidential Suite."
"Of course!," Andrea said, her smile widening. "Very nice to meet you! Everything is all ready. All we need is you to get the party started!" She led them over to the elevator and pushed the button. The doors slid open and everyone but Jackie stepped in. She waved to them as the doors closed. Andrea took a key from her pocket, stuck it into a slot, and turned it. The elevator began to descend into the lower basement of the mansion.
Alyson and Jen sat nervously on the couch, holding hands and trying to remain calm. The drugs were still working, but horny as they were, it was still scary. Julia glanced up at the clock on the wall. Eight-ten. They should be on the way down by now. 'Christ, I hope they're not total perverts!,' she thought as she watched the two girls whose childhood had come to an abrupt end two weeks ago and whose life would never be the same after tonight.
There was a click as the doorknob turned and Julia stood, gesturing for them to do the same. She smiled, urging them to smile as well. She thought they managed not to look too terrified, even though she knew they were.
They watched in silence as Andrea brought the three clients into the room. Jen was relieved to see that Julia hadn't lied. None of them were fat or ugly.
Julia was also relieved when she saw them. Her instincts told her that this may not be as bad as she feared. While it was impossible to predict what someone would do when they were able to act out their wildest sexual fantasies with little or no thought of the consequences, her intuition told her that they weren't as crazy as some of Jackie's clients had been in the past, although the quiet man with the dark hair looked like a wild card. There was something about him that set off a red flag.
Andrea put on her most syrupy smile and made introductions as if they were all old friends of hers. She watched them carefully as they inspected the girls.
"Very nice," Matt said, walking around behind them. Lisa and Bob nodded their agreement.
"Then I'll leave you alone," Andrea said with a smile. "If you need anything at all, just pick up the phone and ask." With that, she disappeared through the door, leaving the six of them alone.
Matt stepped behind Jen. "What do you think, honey?," he said, stroking her long, blonde hair. "Blonde… " He moved over to Alyson, caressing her shoulder. "… or brunette to start?"
Lisa walked over and looked closely at them both. "Hmm… decisions, decisions!" Alyson felt like she was on display at an auction. Lisa placed a finger on her upper lip and looked thoughtfully from Jen to Alyson. "Why don't we let Bob chose first?"
Bob came over and circled each girl, studying them carefully. He paused at Julia, but then his eyes fell on Alyson. He went over to her and raised her chin, gazing into her scared eyes. He could see the fear in them and she trembled under his piercing stare.
"This one," he said quietly and took her by the hand. Alyson glanced over at Jen as Bob led her away, but Lisa was already caressing her cheek and Matt was kissing Julia. She allowed Bob to lead her to one of the couches and they both sat down, Alyson perched nervously on the edge of the cushion. Bob moved up, sitting next to her.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, Alyson," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you." He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. "I promise," he said with a reassuring smile, looking deep into her eyes. Alyson swallowed hard and smiled back, but was too scared to speak. Bob leaned over and kissed her softly, his hands sliding down her arms to her waist, then to her thighs. Alyson found herself a little turned on by his tender touch and warm kiss. She returned his kiss, relaxing a little, her tongue flicking across his as it pushed into her mouth.
His hands went to the buttons of her skirt and undid it. Alyson kissed him harder, driving her tongue even further into his throat. Then she released his lips and stood up, allowing the plaid skirt to drop to the floor at her feet. She kicked it aside and stood before him demurely in her white panties, long white stockings, and thin white blouse.
He leaned forward and grabbed her blouse, ripping it open with one quick motion, buttons flying everywhere. Alyson gasped and jumped, startled by his sudden aggressiveness. Her hands flew automatically to her breasts in an attempt to cover them with the torn top. Bob stood up, pulled her hands away, and took her destroyed blouse off, tossing it onto the floor next to her discarded skirt.
Alyson stood there, half naked and trembling, while Bob examined her firm young tits. He grabbed one, kneading it roughly, then the other, watching her face for a reaction. She made a small cry and looked terrified, which she was, but made no attempt to interrupt his fondling. Andrea's words still rang in her ears and she allowed him to continue without resisting. But when he tore her shirt off, he lost any hint of trust his kind words had given her.
Her released her tits, giving each nipple a quick twist. She winced in pain and he smiled a little. "Unfasten my pants and take them off, Alyson," he said quietly, but firmly. Alyson swallowed hard and forced her hands to reach out and grip the button of his jeans. They shook so badly that it took her a few tries to finally get them undone. She began to pull them down and soon spotted the familiar bulge in his boxers. She crouched down to pull them all the way down and he stepped out of them, then stood back up, her head bowed. He raised her face up with one finger so she was looking into his eyes. There was a contemptuous smirk on his face. "Now the boxers," he said. Knowing that she had no choice, she reached for the waistband and began to lower them. His hard cock sprang out as she did, the tip glistening with precum.
"All the way off," he said, pushing her to her knees. As she knelt and finished removing them, the strong musky aroma of his precum filled her nostrils. Despite her fear and loathing for what she was being forced to do, the scent somehow excited her and she couldn't help staring at his hard dick as it bobbed in front of her face. While it wasn't quite as big as John's had been, it wasn't small. Probably about seven or eight inches long, and not as thick, either.
She tossed the boxers aside and started to rise, but he pushed her back down. She looked up at him, already knowing what he wanted her to do. He looked down into her pleading eyes and with the same sadistic smirk on his face, placed his hands on the back of her head.
"Open wide!," he sneered and pushed her mouth toward his hard cock. Alyson swallowed, opened her mouth, and closed her eyes.
Jen watched Bob lead Alyson over to the other couch, then her attention was diverted by a hand touching her cheek. She turned to see that it belonged to the woman, Lisa, who was smiling at her.
"You're very pretty," Lisa said, looking her over. "Have you ever been with a woman before?" Jen nodded her head silently.
"Really?," Lisa exclaimed, surprised. "I thought you were still a virgin?"
Jen lowered her eyes from Lisa's warm brown ones. "I… I am," she replied quietly. "They just taught us… things."
"Oh, I see!," Lisa said, nodding her head. She moved her body closer to Jen's, her hand slipping from her cheek to her shoulder, then lightly brushing across her perky breasts.
"Such nice, firm tits," she murmured, her eyes moving up to meet Jen's. Just then, Bob ripped Alyson's shirt off and they both turned in time to see it drop to the floor, revealing her bare breasts.
