Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 13

After fucking me silly on the bathroom countertop, Andris straightens his tie and smooths back his hair. Suddenly noticing my ruined outfit in the mirror, he panics.

"Damn, Miss Ginger, sorry about cumming all over your back like that. You can't go back downstairs in your wet dress, although personally I like the way you look. Come with me, my daughter is away at college, she is about your size. She must have something left over in her closet."

I follow Andris and look through her closet. All of her decent clothes must be with her at college. The other problem is I don't have a brassiere nor panties. With a resigned sigh I pull out some black yoga pants and a white, thin sweatshirt. It is way too tight around my tits, and I can see the shadow of my areolae through it.

"Perfect, Miss Ginger. My wife is going to be very angry when she sees you," purrs Andris.

I remove my heels and dangling them from my hand, we descend the stairs. My face is flushed and my nipples are still hard. I dread entering the room. I keep my head down in hopes that Søren won't notice my expression of guilt.

"What took you so long, Andris?" his wife shrills, looking me up and down with a scathing look.

"Miss Ginger ruined her dress in the bathroom, I was just helping out a woman in need."

I want to kill Andris for saying that with such a smirk on his face. Søren is staring at me with his mouth slightly open. I meet his eyes with a defiant look that melts slowly into submissiveness. I know I shouldn't have enjoyed Andris fucking me, but I loved it at the time. Now I am not so sure.

Søren strides over to me and smoothly interjects, "It's time for us to leave, given the circumstances. Thank you for your hospitality."

Andris looks disappointed and makes no pretense of not staring at my body encased in the thin cotton clothing. I cross my arms to hide my stiff nipples, but this only causes my tits to smash together, making them bulge out the top. Andris and the other men in the room smile, but Søren is scowling.

I glance at Andris' wife Ajatsa, she is enraged. I can't resist giving her an obnoxious little smile.

Søren leads me out to the car where Sven is patiently waiting, and practically shoves me in the back seat. Søren climbs in with me, and as we pull away from the curb, his hand flies to my throat, squeezing firmly.

"What the hell happened up there, Ginger?" His deep hypnotic voice is menacing, and I shrivel up inside.

I know it is impossible to lie to him. In a small voice I start to explain, "Well, I was washing my hands, and the nozzle clogged up, and sprayed me everywhere. I looked indecent, and Andris must have heard my cries of dismay, because he came into the bathroom to help me, and.." I trail off.

"Continue." Søren commands.

I look down at my hands, but he forces me to look into his icy blue eyes.

"Did he touch you?"

I consider saying no, but then I feel a spike of resentment.

"Hell, yes, he touched me, and that guy sure knows how to please a woman. He fulfilled my needs, unlike you."

The second I say the words, I regret it. Søren's expression turns to stone. He sets his jaw hard and drops his hand from my throat. I have gone too far, this isn't how I want this to turn out. The words keep tumbling from my lips, he might as well know the whole story.

"Andris has also hired me to be his personal assistant. That is the only way he won't press charges and have me thrown out of the country."

Søren turns away from me and looks out the window as we speed towards home. The lights are so pretty as they flash by. Now I see my life with Søren flashing by, and ending up who knows where. I am a disappointment, he will just find another woman to play with. I know I mean nothing to him. I always expected this day to come, when I would be dismissed without a backward glance. Hot tears leak out of my eyes. I don't know why I give a damn, but I do. I am miserable.

We ride the rest of the way home in silence, but Søren surprises me by holding my hand. He still won't look at me. Exhausted, I take a shower and fall into bed. Alone.

~~

Andris thinks he has bested me, but I will win. I always do. I am furious that he put his tiny wrinkled cock in my Ginger. How could he have satisfied her? Maybe I shouldn't have hurt her the night before, it isn't right not to let her be satisfied too. I assumed she would put up with it. Ginger never ceases to surprise me.

I lift Ginger out of bed and take her to my special room. She barely stirs while I carry her. I enjoy watching her breathe, her pink luscious lips slightly parted. Before she can wake up, I sit her on the bed and spread her thighs. Quickly I bind her wrists behind her neck, and snap metal cuffs on her knees that are attached to pulleys. I control how wide I want her. I prop her up on some pillows so she can watch the show.

"Søren, what are you doing?" Ginger mumbles.

When she looks down she is instantly alert and starts to struggle, but it is in vain. I set up my fucking machine in between her legs. Screwing on the fattest dildo I have, I lube it up and set it on slow. It eases into her gaping cunt nicely.

I apply the small leather crop to Ginger's cute little clit, it's trying to hide from me.

"Owwww!!" Ginger screams, which is sweet music to me.

"Darling Ginger, you need a lesson. I am the only one who can truly satisfy you. Sometimes I am going to take you for my pleasure alone, that is the way it is. You will have to accept that you belong to me, and I can use your pussy and mouth and ass whenever I feel like it. You have been such a slut tonight with Andris, and I know you liked showing off your tits and ass to the rest of the men at the party."

"Søren, stopppp it, oh my god, ohhh myyy goddd mmm uhh what the hell is this machine, ohhhh it's so thick, I can't handle it, ohhhh yessss" Ginger moans.

I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth while I angle the machine upwards. I capture her hot button with my teeth. Ginger stops thrashing. Her eyes are wild, staring at me, she is holding her breath. I flick it with my tongue, it is swelling up nicely.

I get up and circle around behind her. Climbing on the bed, I unzip my pants and feed her my long hard prick. She tries to buck off the bed and twist away, but I grip her long beautiful hair and hold her to me. Sliding in and out of her hot sweet mouth, I start to feel better about what happened tonight.

~~

Søren is stuffing my mouth with cock, I want it so bad, but I am still mad at him. The constant hum of his fucking machine is driving me crazy, I have never seen anything like it. The steady rhythm is making my cunt wetter and hotter with each stroke.

He alternates between slapping my tits back and forth, and twisting my aching nipples.

"Do you like that, my little whore? Do you like getting fucked by a machine? Do you like a big fat cock forced in your wet slutty cunt?" Søren hisses into my ear.

I can't reply because he is easing his dick into the back of my throat.

"Open up babe, suck it, squeeze my dick, that's it, mmmm so tight and hot. I can't decide if I like to rape your mouth or your pussy better."

His dirty words send me over the edge, I am falling, exploding, shattering into pieces. Søren pulls his cock out of my mouth and I howl and whimper through my orgasm.

"Søren I am your little slut, I will always belong to you, you are the only one I want." I am begging, making a fool out of myself, but I don't care.

He pulls the machine away from me and plunges his steel-hard cock into my hot creamy pussy. Rubbing my clit with his thumb he fucks the hell out of me. Rams me over and over while his icy eyes flicker with anger and desire, boring into me.

"Don't forget your place, Ginger. I see that I have to remind you often."

Søren grips my ass and plunges into me deeper at a downward angle. I coil up inside tightly. I have never been fucked like this and he triggers another orgasm. My pussy sucks at his cock for dear life while it ripples and spasms on him.

"Nooooooo I am cummmming again," I moan in a high pitched voice.

He won't stop, and bending forward he pulls my nipples and shakes my tits.

"Look at these huge obscene tits. You flaunt them for every man, making their dicks hard. Your plump whore tits are MINE. I will clamp them, twist them, tie them up, squeeze them together and cum all over them," Søren snarls.

Releasing the cuffs on my knees, he flips me over, and slides that fucking machine back into my dripping wet cunt. I feel the cool squirt of lube, and Søren is probing my ass, pushing and pushing. I lift my ass up to him, I knew this was coming.

"You want me to fuck your ass, don't you Ginger? You like me raping your tight little ass. The problem is, it isn't rape when you are waving your hips at me like a horny bitch in heat. Say it, Ginger, tell me what you want. If you don't, it stops right here," Søren demands.

His hand comes down and spanks my left cheek repeatedly. This just makes me hotter. He increases the pressure and holds still, waiting for my reply.

"Yesss, fuck my ass, fuck my tight ass, rape me, own me, use me. I want it I need it oh god yes fill me up," I whine and whimper.

Søren complies readily and works his cock into my ass, he has never taken me here. He is actually groaning with pleasure. I would gloat about that but I am too busy getting my holes stuffed. He is in all the way, he pulls out all the way, but before my ass can snap shut he plunges in again.

He stabs me again with his cock, while the machine takes care of my pussy. My eyes roll back, I can just about reach my own hair and I yank hard. Søren is piercing me, marking me as his. He spanks me faster and fucks my ass harder. When he reaches down and pinches my clit I lose it.

"Godddddddammmmnitttt  I am cummming again," I scream.

Laughing triumphantly Søren shoots his hot seed deep into me and won't stop pinching my poor swollen clit.

"This," he shouts, "is what my little whore needs! You will always be my little bitch, Ginger!"

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 12

After my experience on the cross I feel relief. I truly needed to be punished. Søren is right, I enjoyed being violated by Mikkel, Nicolaj and Henrik. Søren releases me from my bonds and lets me curl up on his soft leather couch under a cashmere blanket.

He disappears, leaving me with my thoughts. My pussy is plump and warm, idly I play with my wetness. Closing my eyes, I think about how fast Søren made me orgasm. "Why do I like my body being slapped and abused?"

"Ginger, put this on. I will allow you to sleep in my bed tonight. I am pleased with your.." Søren grins and holds out a short black nightie. I put it on and follow him to bed.

During the night I toss and turn, my nightie rides up my hips. I feel strange with my ass exposed, he's lying next to me and I know that at any moment he might decide he wants me. It turns me on, and I roll onto my stomach and spread my legs just in case. I thrust my ass up slowly, grinding, as if he were between my legs. I prop myself up on my elbows and reach under to pinch my nipples.

I pinch harder than usual, I seem to need this now. I gasp softly and hang my head. Then I feel his hands roughly grab my ass cheeks.

"What are you thinking about Ginger?" Søren demands.

"Nothing," I whisper and release my nipples. I am embarrassed he has caught me.

Søren runs his hands up my back and down my sides. My huge tits are bulging out the sides and he cups them in his large hands. He squeezes and plays with them, while running his hard cock between my ass cheeks.

"I know what you need, you insatiable slut. Now pull up your knees and spread your legs right now. It's time for another inspection."

I start to shake, "Please Søren, I can't take anymore tonight."

"Ginger, that is not for you to decide. Now get into position!"

He places a pillow under my hips so I am even more exposed for him. Pushing my thighs even wider, he commands, "Move your ass left to right, then up and down."

With a whimper I slightly move my hips, but that's not enough. He swings his huge hand up and slaps me squarely on my entire wet pussy.

"Owwwww, Søren, stop it!" I wail.

"Then do as I say, Ginger."

His voice is cold and brooks no argument. I undulate my hips in earnest, eager to avoid another slap.

"That's it, you are my little bitch in heat."

He pushes three fingers into me at once, and finger-fucks me hard. I cry out at the harsh intrusion, but he is merciless. My body responds, I am more than wet enough to accomodate him. He spanks my quivering ass while he fingers me, and I push my ass up towards him. That familiar feeling is here, I am desperate to please him.

I hear Søren breathing hard, suddenly he grabs my hips and plunges his cock in my waiting cunt.

"Do you know how hard you make me? This angers me that you affect my control. I have to fuck your little pussy now, and I don't like how I find it difficult to resist the temptation."

Søren fucks me hard, his hands dig into my flesh as he impales me, fucking up and into me, penetrating as deeply as possible. My face is pressed into the bed and I reach around, hook my hands behind my knees and pull them up higher. I am impossibly open to him.

Søren groans, "Oh, god, that's it, you are mine, open up my sexy slave. I am fucking your brains out, and there's nothing you can do about it."

He wraps one hand in my tangled tresses and pulls my head back, getting into a rhythm of thrusting and spanking my ass. I feel his anger, he hates losing control. I know better than to protest at his brutality, there is no stopping him. I am frightened, I have never been fucked with such vehemence and violence.

Søren slows his pace, rummaging around in the bedstand drawer. He pulls out a shiny silver dildo. It is a few inches in diameter. I hear him spit on it once, then the cold metal is probing my asshole.

"Plea..please don't, Søren, too dry, no it will hurt, too big," I sputter like child.

"Shut up, Ginger," his voice intones. He pulls out a soft rubber ball and shoves it in my mouth. "Keep sucking that, or this will not go well for you."

I bite down and brace myself as he shoves the cold metal rod up my ass. He shoves it in fast, it burns my skin inside and is icy at the same time. He picks up the pace again, fucking my hot dripping pussy and ramming my ass with the metal cock. It hurts like hell and I twist my hips, trying to dislodge it.

I scream behind the rubber ball, but keep my teeth clamped on it for dear life.

"This is what happens when you are too sexy. You and your hot fuckable body need to be tamed."

Søren tenses up and shoves the dildo in me deep. He makes no sound at all, but I feel him spurting hot inside me. Exhausted, I just lay there and push the ball out past my lips. He pulls out and smacks my ass once, then stomps off to the shower. I watch the rubber ball as it rolls across the carpet.

Carefully I pull out the metal dildo and sigh with relief. Curling up, I cry myself to sleep.

~~

As I shower, I feel my anger waning. I needed to violate Ginger. I know I was too rough. "That is regretful, but I need to regain control. I have never let a woman affect me this way."

I towel off and look in the bed, she is in a fetal position, her cheeks wet with tears.

"Wake up, Ginger, I have something to say."

She opens one eye and looks at me balefully.

"Tomorrow night we are dining at the home of the school Provost. Mikkel has lodged a formal complaint against you. I persuaded the Provost to hear your side of the story. You may relax during the day, I have made an appointment for you at a day spa. Your outfit is hanging in the closet. I expect you to follow ALL of my instructions. Do you understand?"

Ginger raises her eyebrows at my speech and wrinkles her cute little nose. "What if I don't feel like going?"

I take a step towards her and she squirms away. "Yes, I understand."

~~

I spend the day at the expensive spa Søren has chosen. I expected a massage and manicure, but these Danes are nothing if not thorough. This large matronly woman used a laser on me and removed all of my body hair. She informed me it was permanent. I stroke between my legs, my pussy will be bare like this forever.

 "Now what the hell kind of outfit has he chosen for me?" I think to myself. I open the closet with trepidation. Søren has impeccable taste. In deep burgundy silk, my dress has a loose halter top, and a long sweeping skirt. I slip it on, it's impossible to wear a bra with this. The fabric plunges between my breasts, but the material isn't tight. If I don't move too fast my breasts will stay hidden.

I twirl around, I look pretty damned good. I slip on the pretty matching heels. "Interesting, the long straps wind up around my slim ankles and calves." There is a string of diamonds on the hanger, but the clasp is foreign to me. I look up in the mirror and Søren is standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He strides over.

"I will show you," he says.

Søren reaches in my top and clamps one end to my nipple. I hiss through my teeth. He strings it through the back and around my side and clamps the other. I turn around, the string of sparkling diamonds hangs across the middle of my bare back. The thin silk in front reveals the hard metal clasps on my now burning nipples.

I stem the tears that threaten to overflow. He drapes a short black fur on my shoulders and ushers me to the waiting car.

We arrive at the home of the Provost, Andris Knudsen. His wife, Ajatsa, greets me icily. Apparently she has already heard Mikkel's story. "Damn, but she's ugly." She stares at me with myopic eyes. The years have not been kind to Fru Knudsen. I am transfixed by the stubbly gray hairs poking out from underneath her chin. "She needs to get to that spa for some laser removal." I giggle a bit out loud.

"Is there something amusing about me, Miss Ginger?" Ajatsa glares at me.

"Oh, nothing, sorry. My mind was wandering."

 Søren's hand grips my upper arm and he steers me into the dining room. We sit at a long, polished walnut table. The food is served efficiently, everything is delicious. Two other academic couples are with us, two of them board members. I feel all eyes upon me.

Andris starts off. "Miss Ginger, serious allegations have been brought to light. Mikkel claims you physically assaulted him without provocation. Would you care to explain?"

Choking on my wine I squeak out, "Without provocation?"

Under the table Søren squeezes my upper thigh. "I am sure this is all a misunderstanding. Mikkel startled me, and I mistook him for an attacker. I merely lashed out quickly without realizing it was him. I deeply apologize. I have trained for many years in self-defense, and it was a reflex."

Andris is staring at my chest, I am sure he is wondering if I have nipple piercings. I look down, the clamps are jutting out through the silk. I feel my skin turn hot, these conservative Danes must think I am a world-class stupid slut.

"Please excuse me a moment." Fighting back tears I run upstairs to the bathroom. I don't want them to hear me crying. I fix my makeup as best as I can and smooth down my dress. I turn on the taps to rinse my hands and the nozzle is old and sprays cold water all over my front.

This is just perfect. The silk clings to my body from my tits down to mid-thigh. "So much for my elegant outfit." The door opens, I don't even look up. I am sure it is Søren, here to criticize my behavior.

I am surprised to see Andris. He leers at my body hungrily. He locks the door behind him and pulls open my top.

"I have been dying to see what you're hiding in here. What magnificient tits, my dick has been hard since the moment you came in."

Andris is not bad-looking for an older man. He keeps in shape and has a strong jaw and penetrating dark eyes. He tugs on my clamps and is rewarded with me squealing.

"Søren is busy with my guests, so he can't save you now," Andris threatens me.

"Andris, what do you think you're doing? Get out of here, now! Søren will find out and make us both sorry."

He steps behind me, making me face the mirror. My tits are completely out of the silk sheath, and he is squeezing my big round breasts. They are warm and soft, it turns me on to see him groping me, his hard cock pushed up against my round ass. Andris pulls on the clamps and swings my tits around with them.

"Now listen here, little girl. I have the power to send you back home in disgrace. I can have you arrested and thrown in jail if I like. No one here will believe your little story." Andris is leaning down, nibbling on my ear while he talks. Of course, being the slut I am, I am getting wet, but I don't want him to know that.

He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants, peeling my wet skirt up over my hips. I truly regret not wearing panties.

"Oh my god, you hot little slut. I am going to own that cunt."

Andris stabs at my hot pussy with his stiff cock. "My wife is a dried-up old prune. I just love young hot pussy. Now don't make too much noise, dear."

I put my hands up on the mirror and lift one leg onto the vanity top. He pushes into me lustily and rubs my hot clit while he fucks me. I am still horny from Søren leaving me high and dry last night, and soon I start moaning against my will.

My huge tits with their elongated nipples are jiggling everywhere, it is so erotic to watch myself getting fucked in the mirror. Andris is sucking on my neck and grunting while he pounds my dripping tight cunt.

"Andris! Where are you? We need more ice!" His wife Ajatsa's shrill voice floats up the stairs.

Andris growls, "Fuck, that stupid bitch is always complaining about something!" but he does not stop fucking me.

"There is no way I am missing out on this sweet piece of ass. By the way, Miss Ginger, I have big plans for you. You will have a new role at the school."

Andris demands, "Get up on the counter and on your knees. Now spread your legs so we can see that pretty pink pussy in the mirror."

I scramble up there quickly. Andris pulls me down so my legs are folded up and I am sitting on my ankles. He reaches around and rubs my wet, swollen clit. I can see his cock poking between my lips, sliding back and forth.

"Andris, stop this, Søren is going to go ballistic when he finds out!" I pant and groan as I watch him rub my clit.

"Miss Ginger, I know he's been fucking you, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to understand that. Who could resist your hot little body?"

He spears my pussy with his stiff cock again and rubs my clit hard.

"Cum for me, cum for Daddy, all over my dick. Do it now!"

The sight is just too much for me, my skin is flushed hot. I look down, then up at the mirror. To hell with Søren, and I let go, my juice squirting all over Andris and dripping on the sink countertop.

Andris pumps me a few more times, then unloads his cum all over my back and my sodden silk dress.

"Mmm, babe that was hot." Andris smacks my ass.

He fingers my pussy and proclaims, "It's so hot in here, Miss Ginger. From now on you will be my personal secretary at the school. I am firing the young girl I have now, she is nothing compared to a woman like you."

All I can do is pant and moan softly. I realize I am fucked, I have no choice. But how is this going to go over with Søren?

 

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 11

I am depressed. I am never going to make friends here in Denmark. Mikkel, Henrik and Nicolaj violated me, but they are still going to tell the Provost at school, and I will be fired.

Worst of all, what will Søren think? I just know he is going to find out, and he will blame me for everything. Maybe it's better this way. I am getting lost in him and I should just pack it up and leave to avoid further humiliation.

I flip open my laptop. "Maybe I can get a job in Denmark's capital, Kopenhagen. I can't go back to the U.S., there is nothing for me there." I make some espresso and sit there for hours, looking for another job. I find two openings that look promising; one at the IT University of Kopenhagen and another at Danmarks Tekniske Universitet. Quickly I submit my resume. Søren will never find me there. The sooner I get away, the better.

I stay in bed the rest of the day, smoking and thinking. While I have had the best sex of my life here, I am frightened by my feelings. "Why would I enjoy spreading my pussy open and exposing all of me? Three guys on me at once? Good girls don't like that, only whores."

In the morning I contemplate reporting for work. "Screw it." I pack a few things and take a train to Kopenhagen. I am going to check it out.

~~

The train pulls into the bustling city, the sun is shining. Everything looks so colorful and modern, mixed with the beautiful old architecture. I find a seat in an outdoor café and relax with an espresso. I sit here basking in the sun with my laptop, looking for jobs and apartments around the city. I must have lost track of time, because when I look up I notice the shadows have lengthened, it's late afternoon.

"I guess I better have a look around before it gets too dark." I pack up my things and leave. I wander down the street, the crowd is thinning out. I stop at a shop window and notice a man in the reflection. Spinning around I spit out, "It's you!! What the hell are you doing here?"

Søren smirks at me and steps up close. He smells so good and I breathe in deeply. He grips my waist with both hands and holds my gaze.

"Time to go home, Ginger. Next time you want to slip away, I suggest you don't use a credit card to purchase your ticket."

 My eyes widen in surprise but I don't have time to protest. He grabs my hand and drags me back into the train station. We get on board and as the train pulls away Søren leans in and kisses my neck, then bites it gently.

"Ginger, you are coming home with me. I will not allow you to live on your own. I went to class and saw the bruises on Mikkel's neck. I made him tell me everything."

The train speeds up and the rhythm calms me down. I lean into Søren's chest and close my eyes. I am relieved yet very scared. He is sure to punish me.

Squeezing the back of my neck, Søren gets close to my ear and murmers, "I am glad you know how to defend yourself, but I also know that you enjoyed those cocks in you. You need more training, and I will make sure you get it."  

"Yes, Søren," I whisper. I am so tired, I fall asleep on his chest, one hand gripping the front of his shirt.
  
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Ginger looks so pretty, her lips pouting as she breathes deeply. I smell her hair and play with it while she sleeps. "I almost lost her." Sven meets us at the station, when we get home it is almost midnight. Ginger stumbles along behind me. I take her to my special room. "She probably thinks I am going to let her sleep."

I order her to take a shower, and when she emerges, I affix her collar and leash, leaving her naked.

"Come, Ginger. On your hands and knees, follow me."

I walk backwards so I can watch her crawl on the plush red carpeting. Her hips sway, breasts swinging. Wet curly hair cascades down her back and in her face. She is ashamed, I like that. I pull her over to the wall, where I have two iron rings set into the stone, a few feet above her. I put on her leather cuffs and attach her wrists to the rings so her back is towards me.

I loop thick, soft nylon ropes around her neck, down her chest between Ginger's soft warm thighs. Pulling them tightly I go up her back, over her shoulders and criss-cross them in front around her breasts. I make sure they are just tight enough to be uncomfortable, and tie them off behind her.

Rubbing Ginger's ass softly, I spank her lightly. "Søren, I am so sorry," she whispers. "SMACK" I spank her in earnest, one cheek then the other.

"We will see just how sorry you are," I growl in her ear.

Over and over I spank Ginger's sweet round ass, watching it turn pink. She moans and wiggles her hips, and this makes the rope between her legs grip her pussy lips and open them up for me. Sliding a finger in her wetness I say, "Mmmm Ginger, you are always so ready for me, my good little girl."

Reaching around I cup her warm breasts and roll her hard nipples in my fingers, pulling them away from her body. She thrusts her ass back against me, leaking tears out of her beautiful eyes. The ropes accentuate her curves, she looks so delicious and helpless.

I twist her around and lift one breast into her mouth. "Suck it, make your nipple long and hard."

I pull the other into my mouth, holding her gaze. I suck her nipple between my teeth and flick it rapidly with my tongue.

"Ohhhh, Søren, please don't hurt me," she moans.

"Did I say you could stop? Keep it in your hot little mouth, Ginger."

She is blushing, I can tell I am humiliating her. But my sweet little slut is turned on. I lean back and slap her tit out of her mouth, and proceed to slap them from side to side. I pay special attention to her rock-hard nipples, pinching and slapping them.

"I know you are a slave to your sexuality, but three guys in a steam room? Naughty, naughty. These tits belong to me, can't you stop teasing men with them? You are built for fucking, but only when I want to fuck you."

I undo her cuffs and carry her to my "cross". It is a big wooden "X" that rotates, and I can lift and lower it as I please.

"Wha..what are you doing? What the hell is that?" she whines.

"Be quiet, Ginger, I only want to hear screams or moans from you."

She struggles fiercely, but I overpower her easily. "I am not some wimp like Mikkel. Now accept your punishment. I feel like playing with your hot little body."

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Søren spreads me and attaches me to his contraption. I have never seen anything like it. I try to contain my fear and excitement. I am a bit relieved that he is going to punish me, the guilt over enjoying Mikkel, Nicolaj and Henrik violating me is too much.

I strain at the ropes, but that only pulls them tighter. He slips the ropes so they are directly over my nipples, my soft flesh bulging out on either side. Søren tightens the ropes so they run straight between my swollen pussy and over my clit.

"That's much better, don't you agree, Ginger?" 

His cold blue eyes are close to my face. He grabs my hair and kisses me, I can't stop looking at him. I return his kiss hungrily, despite my fear. Søren yanks on my ropes, cutting into my pussy and pulling them back and forth across my clit.

I am spread out and helpless, at his mercy. 

Søren rubs his hands all over my body, squeezing my ass which is still tender from my spanking. I shiver at his touch, and watch him as his hands roam everywhere over my soft skin.

"Now you are going to pleasure me, darling."

Søren turns the wheel and I move upside down. The cross is lifted so my mouth is aligned at his waist. He unzips his jeans and traces his silky hard cock over my lips.

"You know what to do, open your slutty mouth. You need a real man's cock to suck."

My face is red from being upside down but I open up and lick him slowly around the rim of his head. I kiss the tip and gently suck it, flicking the sensitive spot. He tastes so good. There is something so erotic about him remaining fully clothed, yet I am naked and helpless.

"Yesss, Ginger, keep going. Your hot little mouth belongs to me."

Søren grips himself and rubs his cock in circles around my mouth. I follow his movement, trying to capture it and suck it.

"Do you want this, Ginger? I know you dream about sucking me off. Do you think you deserve to have me fuck your mouth?"

I whimper, "I don't know what I want, this is wrong, I shouldn't be here."

Søren pushes just the head in, and I suck hard. I want it all, I can't deny it. He pulls the ropes apart and plunges two fingers in my dripping pussy. Suddenly his cock is all the way in, he is going for it. I relax my throat and let him use me. He thrusts up and easily enters my throat. He is so big, my full lips are stretched to the max. 

He pinches my clit and rubs it fast, so fast, my mind is spinning, his cock stuffed in my mouth, my ass and nipples sore, lust overtakes my senses and I cum, flooding his fingers with my slippery cream.

"Look at you, cumming so quickly on my hand. Such a good little cocksucker, maybe if you are good I will fuck your ass too," Søren hisses.

I moan in fear, but he is choking me, sliding up into my throat. He grips my upside down tits, dangling there, and uses them for leverage. I feel
Søren swell up and pulse his load in me. He has his eyes squeezed shut and his whole body is shaking.

"God, Ginger, you are turning into the perfect plaything."

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 10

I wake up around 3am, alone. Søren is not here, it's dead quiet. I sit up and pull out a pack of smokes I keep for emergencies. "What the hell is happening to me?" I wonder.

I take in a deep drag and slowly exhale. I must shake myself out of this "obsession". I need to meet some other people, get my mind off of Søren. I had read a blog about how to survive living in Denmark, and the one thing that stuck out in my mind was in order to make friends, I would need to join a club.

I know that I like to swim, that settles it. Later today I am going to check out the public natatorium I saw in the central square. I feel better now that I have a plan. I go back to sleep.

It's morning, I rise and do some stretches, pack my black bathing suit and head over. I look up at the sign above the large stone edifice, "Svømmehal". It's large and clean, the pool is a lovely temperature.

The only other swimmers are a few retired ladies standing in the shallow end, gossiping. So much for making new friends. I swim my laps leisurely, then I work hard until I am gasping for breath. Climbing out, I think, "this was a good idea, I needed to clear my head."

I feel good and I head for the showers. On my way I notice a sauna and a steam room, how inviting. I soap up my aching body in the shower and run my hands all over myself. My pussy isn't sore, it feels empty. I can't help it and I play with my tits. I push and squeeze them together, imagining Søren's cock in my cleavage.

"Wait a minute, I came here to forget him." I snap out of it, and wrap a towel around my long wet hair, and one around my body. I enter the steam room. It is huge, with long cedar wood benches on the perimeter. I can't see too much through the thick steam, it appears I have the place to myself.

I climb up to the highest bench and lay on my stomach, draping the towel over my rear. Embarrassed, I pull the towel off and use it as a pillow. "This is Europe, nudity is acceptable. I will look like an idiot covering up." I close my eyes and relax, dozing a little.

I hear the soft swish of the door open, and several male voices. I tense up and hope they can't see me up here. Dammit, it's Mikkel, Henrik and Nicolaj. Their conversation stops suddenly. They noticed me. I groan out loud.

Nicolaj speaks first, "Well who have we here? It's the sexy tease, our own Miss Ginger."

My ass is on display, there isn't anything I can do about it. Mikkel and Henrik chuckle and I feel hands on my legs, my ass, my back.

"Stop it! I didn't give you permission to touch me!"

Mikkel says, "Miss Ginger, you liked it when we touched you at Søren's party, and he isn't here right now, is he?"

Henrik gets up close and whispers, "Now we finish what we started, eh?"

"Oil her up," Henrik commands, "we aren't wasting this opportunity."

I struggle to sit up but Henrik pushes my shoulders down firmly to the bench. My thighs are spread wide, I can't tell who doing it. My knees are bent and they put my feet on either side of the bench. Only my toes can reach the floor. This is so humiliating.

"Boys, stop this right now and I won't tell anyone about it."

My ass and pussy are completely exposed to these horny young men. I am wet and flushed from the steam. I am in trouble. I feel cool slippery oil drizzling from my shoulder blades all the way down my body. Twitching, I realize I am helpless in here.

Henrik pulls my face forward and props it up on the towels. As Mikkel and Nicolaj rub the oil on my back and thighs, Henrik puts his hard cock right up to my lips.

"Taste me, Miss Ginger. Open your mouth and suck it."

I glare at him, "Forget it, Henrik, not going to happen."

"Perhaps you don't mind if I tell the provost at school what we did on Saturday night? I know he would be interested in your interactions with the students, Miss Ginger. There are many people who would be eager to take your job after he fires you."

"Please," I beg, "don't tell him, Henrik. I can't go back to the U.S., I have sold my home and belongings."

Nicolaj interjects, "Just fuck her face, she can't do a thing."

I gasp in dismay and Henrik pushes past my lips. He isn't very large so it's not difficult. Tentatively I suck and lick his head, hoping this will appease him. Meanwhile, Mikkel and Nicolaj have oiled my ass thoroughly, their fingers getting dangerously close to my pussy.

Henrik isn't satisfied and slides all the way in, thrusting up against my face. Mikkel and Nicolaj take their cue and run their hands up my slit and around my asshole.

I scream around Henrik's cock as their fingers probe my ass and spread pussy. A finger is pushed gently in my ass and there are two fingers inside my cunt. I groan and I can't help it, I lift my ass higher. I reach up to push Henrik away, but he grips my hands tightly, immobilizing me.

"Yeah, Miss Ginger, doesn't this feel.." Mikkel rams his finger hard in my ass, "so good?"

I am choking on Henrik's stiff cock so I cannot answer, but I squirm as hard as I can trying to get away. Unfortunately when I move away from Mikkel I only take Henrik in deeper.

Nicolaj laughs, "This is too good to be true. Let's see how deep I can get."

With that he finger-fucks my oiled up pussy furiously. I try not to respond, but the triple stimulation is too much. I am swelling everywhere and I know they can see it.

"You are a naughty little slut, Miss Ginger. Did you think you could just give us a little taste and get away with it?" Mikkel sounds angry.

"Move her over here, I want that hot little pussy wrapped around me." Mikkel gets on his back and I am lowered on his cock. I cry out for help, but the walls are so thick, and we are way in the back of the natatorium, I know that no one can hear me.

Henrik kneels in front and inserts his cock back in my stretched lips. I start sucking him, hoping to make him cum quickly and get this over with.

Mikkel is short but thick, and I am not used to his girth. He thrusts up into me while gripping my hips and slamming me down on him. "You have a tight little pussy, Miss Ginger. I will help stretch out your lonely cunt."

Nicolaj says, "Slow down, I want in her ass. This uptight American bitch needs to be taught a lesson."

I can't believe it, I am not going to be able to handle being filled like this. At the same time, I feel my wildest fantasy is coming true. Nicolaj adds more oil and pushes into me. "Damn, you are tight. Ohhh, god, so tight."

Suddenly Nicolaj is in my ass all the way, and he and Mikkel get into a rhythm, rocking me back and forth between them. My oiled up tits slide all over Mikkel's chest, swinging up and down, side to side with each of their thrusts.

"Mmmphh, unghh, nnnnn" I try to protest. Henrik is losing control, he gets even stiffer and slides his silky hardness faster in my wet mouth. He grabs the sides of my head and gushes inside me. I refuse to swallow his sperm and I spit it out. He pulls my hair hard, "I am not good enough for you? I bet you swallow Søren's cum."

At the mention of Søren's name, my pleasure disappears. I want these cocks out of me, immediately. Henrik forgets that my hands are free, so I take the side of one hand and crash it down on Mikkel's windpipe. His face turns red as his breathing is momentarily cut off.

Pushing me off of him quickly I tip over the side onto the floor. Nicolaj is forced to pull out of my ass.

"You fucking bitch!" Nicolaj screams.

Mikkel is in shock, gripping his throat and hoarsely grunts, "You will pay."

I am not waiting around to see what he has in mind. I scramble up and sprint out of there as fast as I can. I grab my stuff in the ladies room and pull on my shirt and jeans fast. I run out of the Svømmehal and all the way home, not looking back.

All I can think is, "I pray that Søren doesn't find out."

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 01

"I hope this was the right decision." I say to myself.

Staring out at the row of young Danish male students in my classroom, I see 40 sets of mostly ice-blue eyes checking me out.

My first day as the new English teacher in this small university is a little nerve-wracking. I had moved here from the States two months ago. I needed a change, and when I found out my boyfriend wanted to be submissive and have me dominate him, that was enough. The mere thought of him turns my stomach. Gawd, aren't there any REAL men around? So when a head-hunter contacted me looking for someone fluent in Scandinavian languages, I jumped at the chance to move far away from my troubles.

This school had only a few hundred students, and I had expected more girls. I learned there are only three. At least it was a graduate school, so I wouldn't be working with bored teenagers who had no desire for an advanced degree. I had rented a small home within cycling distance, and I was gaining confidence each day that I was fitting in to the Dansk culture. They seem friendly enough, but only after I approach them first. I was eager to have more social interaction.

Speaking clearly and with confidence, I announce, "Good morning, I am Miss Ginger and I am your new English teacher."

I receive a polite response and a few smiles. Way in the back row, I notice one young man with his eyes almost closed, a lazy smirk upon his face. His arms are folded across his chest and his long taut legs stretch out into the aisle. I can't help but notice how his dark jeans mold to his strong thighs. I look up and meet his stare, and I blush when I realize he knows I am admiring his legs.

"Oh, great. Now I've been caught ogling a student! I know it has been a while since I have been with a man, but really! Get a hold of yourself girl," I chide myself.

As I walk down the aisle handing out study sheets, I feel his stare. He folds his hands behind his head, there is that insolent grin again, and completely ignores the stack of papers I am handing to him. I let them drop on his desk, and give him a stern look.

Turning on my heel, I walk back up toward my desk. "Why do I have this feeling he is staring at my legs and ass?" I turn quickly to see him with his head tilted, and yes indeed, he is staring at the lower half of my body. "I really should have dressed more conservatively. This isn't the USA."

Now I am self-conscious of the flouncy red skirt I am wearing. It is several inches above my knees, with a ruffled hem that swings when I walk. My smooth tanned legs are bare, except for the thin silver chain I wear around my slim ankle. Hanging from it is a single deep red ruby. My high heeled black sandals probably show too much, I forget how much men are turned on by women's soft shapely feet, especially my red toenail polish.

I glare at him, and he does nothing to hide the fact that he's assessing me. Determined to ignore him, I continue to the front and start to ask questions in English, forcing them to abandon their native language and speak mine. I smile, "Now this is more like it, I am in control."  I walk between aisles, keeping them engaged, and I hope they are learning something. I pass out books for the semester. I hear this "Thunk!" and look in the back row. Surprise surprise it's my star student. For some reason his book is on the floor.

I try not to let my annoyance show as I walk back there. "What is your name?" I demand. He looks up at me and ohhh my I am finding it hard to breathe..up close his eyes are so crystal-blue, frozen shards of ice, they reach inside me and squeeze, I feel paralyzed.

He speaks, "Søren". I take a step back, I am astounded that such a young man can possess such an incredibly deep sexy voice.

Hiding my discomfort, I ask, "Do you have a problem holding on to your property?"

One side of his full lips (ohh did I mention his luscious full red lips) curves upwards. "No, I am very good at holding on to what belongs to me." And with that, Søren's hand snakes out quickly and his fingers close upon my slender wrist. I jump back, tearing myself away, and stumble, my heart pounding, did he actually just do that?!

I can feel my chest flushing, pink creeping up from my breasts towards my neck. This man is insane! The other students are staring at me, or maybe they're staring at the way my voluptuous tits are straining at my thin white blouse. My shoe strap has come undone, and without thinking I bend at the waist to fix it, not realizing I am giving them a free show straight down my neckline, not to mention how high up my skirt goes, revealing way more thigh than intended. While I am bent I freeze, my hands on my ankles, and slowly look around. Yes, without a doubt I have everyone's attention. Søren is unabashedly fixated on my tits. I find myself panting a little, "this can't be happening, I must regain control."

I straighten up with as much grace as I can muster, and dismiss the class.

What a horrible first day.

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 09

I pull myself up and look around, I don't see anyone peeking through the hedge investigating what just transpired. I gather my clothing and go inside. As I run myself a bath, I realize I am so content.

I sink below the hot water, my ears can only hear the muffled sounds of the outside world. Floating there, I close my eyes and breathe deeply, and look forward to seeing Søren tonight. I have never been fucked like that, and I know I want more.

I nap for a few hours and am awakened by my cell. I don't recognize the number, but who else could it be?

Søren's deep hypnotic voice commands me, "Ginger, be ready at 8. I want you in a loose blouse, no bra. You may wear a short or long skirt, but no panties. I require high heels, open toe, as high as you can manage. When I arrive I will provide extra accessories."

Before I can say a word, he has ended the call.

"Of all the nerve, now he is telling me what to wear? No underwear? I am seeing a pattern here. Well, Søren can forget it, I will wear what I want." I rummage through my closet and find a boring pair of grey wool dress pants, a light-weight white cotton sweater, and low heels.

I add a string of pearls and put on my diamond stud earrings. I wear sensible white cotton panties and a very boring, beige brassiere. As eight o'clock nears, I fidget. I am nervous that Søren will be angry, but my rebellious streak wins out. "He's damn lucky I am going out with him at all."

At five til eight I grab a hair tie and pull my hair into a ponytail, the finishing touch to my boring outfit. I sit back down and wait.

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I arrive at precisely 8 and knock loudly. "Ginger, it is me. Open the door."
She is taking her time and I frown, I want her to jump. She opens the door and smiles sweetly at me, her eyes flashing a challenge.

"So this is how it's going to be, Ginger?" I push my way in and throw her on the couch.

Pulling her on my lap she is screaming, "What the hell are you doing? I knew you wouldn't be able to handle me having a free will!" I pull her hair out of that ridiculous ponytail, then flip her over so I can remove her silly pants. She is struggling and I glare at her.

"Stay still. You asked for this. Now you can help me get these off or I will tear them off." Ginger stares at me petulantly. I undo the top button, unzip, then start tearing the rest off. Her squirming on my lap is making me harder. I push her white panties aside and pinch her lips.

"Owwww!" Ginger wails. I love her bare pink pussy, so innocent looking. I am going to tear her apart.

I push up her sweater, oh god her bra will have to go. "Get up and strip. I will have to teach you a lesson on how to listen to my directions. Be quick about it!"

Ginger knows she is in trouble and jumps up and dispenses with the rest of her clothes. I look her up and down, her curves are dangerous, to most men. But not for a man like me, I know what to do with a body like hers.

I look in the bag of accessories I brought and bring out her silver necklace with the ruby drop. I had the chain extended, and I wrap it around her tiny, smooth waist. The ruby drop hangs off her left hip, glittering.

Ginger's eyes widen, "You have it, how did you get my necklace?"

"You are an easy woman to distract, Ginger."

I affix her red leather collar around her neck and attach the cold silver metal leash.

"I didn't think I would need these so soon, but now I have no choice. Get on your knees Ginger, I must teach you that du tilhører mig."

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I am flushed and breathless, it hits me, I *do* belong to him. Why can't I resist Søren? I finger my leather collar, it is comforting. His low, hypnotic voice instructs, "Sit back on your ankles and spread your knees wide for me. Hands behind your neck and don't move. Now!"

I look down, my breasts are jutting out, nipples hard and puckered. He pinches and twists them hard. I swoon, the pain, the pleasure, it sends a jolt straight to my clit. My head lolls back and I hear a chain rattling. Pressure on my left nipple, then, "OUCH what the hell?" I yell.

Søren adjusts a silver clamp on me, working silently and swiftly, clamping both elongated nipples. They are connected by a silver chain with a small bell attached. In shock I look up at him. I have never felt this kind of pain, I can hardly breathe.

He takes the tip of his smooth leather shoe and runs it between my thighs. "Ginger, you are making up for your behavior. You are already wet for me? I'll bet you aren't even aware of that." I look at the slick reflection shining back at me. My head is spinning, what is wrong with me?

Astonished at my body's reaction, I tip my head back and close my eyes. This can't be happening. I am on my knees, pussy exposed, nipples clamped, collared. My world is crashing in on me.

"Why me, Søren?" is all I can think to say.

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I gaze down at my prize, my beautiful American slut. There is so much to explore in her mind. She likes it, but I see her struggling inside. However, her lust wins out. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, stepping right up to Ginger.

"Slikke min pik, and stop asking questions." Without hesitation she sticks out her tongue, and starting at the base of my shaft, gives me one long lick up my length.

I shudder in delight, I love her hands on the back of her neck, big sexy tits exposed and tortured nipples clamped. The leash is hanging between them and pools on the floor between her spread thighs.

"You may lick me again, Ginger. One dozen times." She complies with a far-away look on her face. "What are you thinking about, Ginger?"

She continues to lick my rock hard dick, "one," lick, "two", lick...

She completes the twelve strokes and looks up with her large oval eyes, "Søren, I think that I need to suck your balls."

Laughing, I undress completely and carry her to her bed. I lay Ginger down and facing her beautiful fisse I pull her throbbing clit into my mouth. I lower my cock to her mouth but she pushes it forward and tongues my balls, sucking first one then the other into her soft, wet mouth.

I have never enjoyed the "69" position as much as I am in this moment. I want this woman. I thought that she was merely a conquest, someone to add to my list of women that worship me. As Ginger tenderly tongues and sucks my balls, I am lost in sensation. She *wants* to do this.

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While Søren is teasing my clit I feel him insert two long fingers in my cunt, curling them up and assaulting my g-spot. "Finally, a man that understands what it's for," I muse. I can't believe I have this man's balls in my mouth and how much I am enjoying it. I roll them around with my tongue, savoring their texture. My hips are bucking up off the bed, I want my pussy filled with his long, strong fingers. I have always liked being finger-fucked, it's like having a cock with better skills in me.

Søren keeps moaning and growling onto my clit, the vibrations and the frequency are unlike anything I've experienced. I pull his iron cock into my mouth, I am ready to cum, and having my mouth stuffed with him will put me right over the edge. I grind up against his fingers pistoning in and out of my tight hot pussy, I can hear how obscenely wet I am by the squelching noises.

I suck him in deep, his balls are blocking my breathing but I don't care, I need to pleasure my dominant Dane. I am almost there, almost, then dammit dammit he yanks his fingers out and waits. I mewl piteously. Then, "slap", he is spanking my entire cunt with his fingers together like a wooden paddle. Faster and faster he goes, the pain oh the pain but my cunt is on fire.

I continue sucking and tonguing his prick, my nails raking down the back of his thighs, pulling him deeper. My nipples hurt so much, but now that Søren is smacking my clit I feel this electric connection, a triangle of pain. It morphs into pleasure, my endorphins and adrenaline mix.

"That's it my little slut, suck it, suck it. Expose your cunt to me, it is mine to play with. Never deny me."

Søren's words turn me on so much my pussy spasms and I can feel it grasping, opening and closing, searching for something to suck on. He pulls off of me, turns around and picks up one ankle, putting it on his shoulder. I feel his wonderful hot dick ram into me, my knee falls to the side, exposing myself completely.

He grabs my extended thigh with one hand and my ass with the other and pounds the hell out of my still spasming pussy. "Ginger, do you like my huge Danish cock in you? I know I need to fuck you all the time, you horny bitch, if I expect you to behave."

"Ohhhh my godddd, Søren, so good so good," I whimper, my orgasm is extending and I feel high, ecstasy. He thrusts in at this crazy angle, his face is contorted in fury while he squeezes my hot flesh and fucks me harder.

Søren grunts with exertion and growls, "I own your pretty pink pussy, and I will fuck you and use you whenever I feel like it. You will follow my orders, and do exactly as I say."

"Spread those pink lips for me and rub your clit. Make it stand up for me."

I comply and he pulls his cock out slowly, and we both watch my delicate inner lips being pulled out with it, kissing his cock before it disappears back inside. Søren pulls out, letting me feel every inch of his length. He pauses at my hot opening, then stabs in quickly, hitting my cervix. Pulling out, he pauses for 3 long seconds before repeating; while I look at him in panic and lust.

The sensation is unlike any I have felt, he is hitting this spot that sends jolts through me. His blue eyes hold mine, the world falls away as my orgasm overtakes me. My whimpers turn to screams, my body writhes beneath him but I cannot look away. Søren leans in close and fucks me slowly and steadily. The only indication of his impending orgasm is the slight dilation of his pupils. He crushes me beneath his weight as he releases himself deep inside me.

Rolling off of me, Søren kisses my fingers and covers me up with the duvet. I am incoherent. I close my eyes and giggle, "I guess we aren't going out tonight." With a smile on my face I drift away into slumber.

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 08

It is early morning, I always wake up around 6:30 even without an alarm clock. I feel so warm and relaxed. My eyes flutter open, I see sunlight peeking through heavy red velvet drapes. I am on my belly, one arm hanging off the side of the mattress. I am naked. "This is not my bed."

Alarmed I turn over and find I am alone. The memories come rushing back, this is Søren's bed. My lover? My Master? My enemy? I have come undone, he has unlocked desires in me that I have never discovered.

On a chair I see my clothing from the night before. I shiver, "I cannot wear that in the light of day." I find the bathroom, and sitting on a low stool is a pile of clothing. A pair of jeans, socks, and a black cotton tank top, including a pair of soft leather shoes.

I take a shower (this bathroom is enormous) and slip on the clothing. Surprisingly it fits. "How could I be surprised, this man knows everything about me." I am a bit annoyed that my new clothing does not contain a bra and panties. Well, at least my feet won't be cold.

I dress and gaze in the mirror. My nipples are hard, and I run my hands over my hips, remembering Søren's hands on them, thrusting. I am blushing, I have to get out of here before he shows up! I leave my party clothes where they are and creep downstairs.

I see the front door but I am still nervous Søren will catch me. Hanging on a hook is a dark brown men's leather jacket. "He won't mind," I think to myself. Wrapping myself in it I am shocked, it smells like him, his cologne. Feeling woozy I let myself out the front door, clicking it quietly shut. I practically run all the way home.

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I smile as I watch Ginger sneak out of my house. "Why, that little minx, she took my coat! Very resourceful, I guess she didn't want to be seen leaving my home braless."

Smiling at the thought, I enter the kitchen. My live-in cook, Sven, is preparing food for me to take to Ginger's. He hands me the basket and winks.

"What is that for, Sven?" I frown.

"Nothing, Mr. Søren, I am just happy that you had a successful party. From the look on your face, it appears you are satisfied with it as well."

Still frowning, I take the basket and climb into my car. "Nosy old bastard."

I drive to Ginger's modest but charming home, and park down the street. I go around the back and knock. I see her cute little face look out from a side window. I pretend not to notice. "The question is, will she let me in? This will let me know if she is ready to move forward in her training."

The door opens slowly. Her hair is a mass of curls and she is still wearing the clothes I provided.

"Come in, Søren," she says softly. I move in, put the basket on her table, and grab her hair, planting a deep kiss on her plump pink lips. She gasps and stumbles backwards but I hold her steady, and pull her body up against mine.

"I am still hungry for you, Ginger. Last night was just a taste." Her eyes open wide with fear, I like that.

"Come outside, and sit in the warm grass with me." Taking her by the hand we go out, I only have to tug on it a little.

"Lay back on this blanket, it is my wish to feed you."

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Looking through the pane, my breath catches in my throat as I see his tall body at my backdoor. Biting my lower lip, I admit I am glad to see him. He looks good at any time of the day. I open the door and ooooohh his lips, his skin, his hands wrapped around me, it's too much, I back up but there is no escape.

"Feed me? Are you serious?" Søren ignores my comment, I must learn that he never says anything that he doesn't mean.

I lay on my side, propped up on one elbow. We drink dry red wine, my favorite. He feeds me small pieces of aged cheese and crispy rye bread, they are delicious. He pops a few red grapes in my mouth.

I am happy and smiling, he actually has a human side. I am conscious of his eyes on my breasts, and the tank top is riding up my waist exposing my skin.

He puts a grape in between his teeth, lowers his head to mine, and I lean in and bite the other half of it off for myself. All of a sudden I am flat on my back, he is sucking and kissing me passionately.

I try to wrap my arms around him but he grabs my wrists with one big hand and holds them above me. With the other he pulls down my shirt, exposing both of my tits to the warm sunlight. My nipples pucker with excitement, I love how he takes charge.

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Her skin is so soft, tan lines that curve along the tops of her breasts, with a sprinkling of freckles. I feast my eyes on her nipples, they seem to be staring at me, begging for attention. I will attend to that later.

"Stop that squirming, Ginger, or you'll soon be getting a spanking."

She wiggles her hips and I detect a smile upon her face. She obviously needs one, I have to keep a close watch on her attitude. I unbutton her jeans and flip her over, tugging her jeans down just below her ass. She is not expecting this and tries to crawl away.

"You didn't put on any underwear when you got home, Ginger. Were you expecting someone else? Henrik or Mikkel, perhaps?"

With one hand I hold on to the waist of her jeans and with the other I spank her sweet round ass. She is yelping and trying not to scream so the neighbors won't witness her punishment.

She turns a lovely shade of pink as my hand slaps her again and again. Ginger turns her head, she is mad!

"Get your hands off of me!" She doubles her efforts to get away, but that is useless, and I spank her faster. "Søren," she groans, "please, I am still sore from last night."

I laugh, "That's too bad, darling. You should never defy me." I pull her jeans down a little more, and slide my fingers between her thighs. "Just as I thought, you needed me. Now pull your cheeks apart for me, right now." She hesitates, then grits her teeth and obeys me.

I take the empty bottle of wine and tease her hot slit with the cool glass neck.

"Ooooohhh!" she squeals and pants, pushing her ass up in the air towards me.

"That's my good girl, you are so responsive to me. Your tight pink pussy is so inviting." I push her head down and yank her hips up higher. I ease the thick green glass into her wetness, twisting slowly.

"Ohhhh my god, what are you doing to me?" Ginger's voice is thick and raspy, I can tell I am blowing her mind. I fuck her with the bottle for a few minutes, satisfied that she is ready to bend to my will. I move up in front of her and unzip my jeans, freeing my cock in front of her face.

She looks up at me and her sweet lips part, out comes her little pink tongue, and licks the drop of pre-cum oozing out of me. I reach under her and pinch her nipples, hard.

"What are you waiting for, slave? Sutte min pik, suck me deep, it's time to see if you have any cock-sucking skills."

She responds by diving on my cock, taking me almost all the way in on her first go.

"Jesus Christ!" Her mouth is so warm and wet, fuck she's good. I grab her thick curls and go as hard and fast as I want in her hot little mouth. My hot little slut takes it, only gagging a little. I hit the back of her throat, is she going to be able to take my length?

"Open up, Ginger, let me in," I command, and oh god oh god her throat opens and I am in, she swallows and moans, squeezing the head of my cock. I lose control and fuck her mouth, letting her breathe, then back in again.

"Suck it, Ginger, suck it, that's my good little whore. I know you want it. This cock is going to own you, every orifice you have will get to know my cock."

I lean over and change the angle so it's easier for her to deep-throat me, besides I want to spank that inviting ass of hers. I can feel my orgasm building, I wasn't prepared for her enthusiasm.

"Yeeaghhhhh, Ginger oh god you beautiful slut, MY slut, take my cum, swallow it!" I pump jet after jet of hot liquid down her throat. She takes it all, and sits up, grinning and licking her lips. I drink in the sight of her, heaving breasts hanging over the top of her shirt, jeans halfway down her thighs, hair wild and her pink lips are red with my abuse of her cum-sucking mouth.

"Stand up, Ginger, and remove your jeans." She staggers to her feet, and as soon as her jeans are off my mouth engulfs her swollen feminine nub. I grab the bottle and fuck her wet cunt with it, sucking her clit hard.

"Noooo, too much too hard!" She is begging but I don't care and I continue to assault her with my mouth and the hard, unyielding bottle.

She puts her hands on a tree trunk to steady herself, and I love seeing the lust and fear in her eyes. Her full breasts almost block my vision of her face, they are shaking with each thrust of the bottle.

"Let go, Ginger, cum for me, let me taste you!" I clamp down on her clit and hum loudly, her defenses drop and howling, she loses control. I can feel her spasm beneath my mouth over and over.

I let the bottle come out and she drops into my arms. We tumble in a heap on the grass, she is still out of it from the intensity of her orgasm.

Her eyes gradually focus on me, I can see she is confused. "What..what was that? I never..thought I would like you touching me that way.. using me. I was so terrified, yet it feels..like I am supposed to be this way." I just smile down at her and rub my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.

"Don't worry about it. Get up and go take a bath, then rest. We are going out tonight." With that, I get up and leave her there on the grass. She has a lot to think about.

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 07

Looking across the room I see that it is past midnight. I am still tied up here, my round ass is on fire from the whipping Søren just gave me. My tits are swinging as I shift from foot to foot, and I twist around to face him. "How can you just sit there and humiliate me like this? Let me go, immediately!" I demand.

Søren seems to stare right into my soul, he scoots his chair close to me and lifts me up, cupping my ass. I have nothing to hold on to, yet I don't feel in danger. He has a firm grip on me. He rests my legs on each of his shoulders, and opens his mouth. He engulfs my mound and gently bites down. I am so shocked I cannot speak.

His hot tongue snakes out and licks me through my panties, up and down my puffy lips. Søren inhales and pushes the material hard between my pussy lips, never breaking eye contact.

The scent of my arousal is intoxicating him. I thrust up, making the thin silk cut into my sensitive folds. The pain is like a drug, I remember this feeling from the incident on the park bench. Søren takes his teeth and tears at my panties, pulling them to the side, growling with frustration. I can only watch, transfixed.

"You," he rips a hole in my panties "need," thrusting his tongue in, "to be," sucking my swollen lips in his mouth, "fucked."

I throw my head back and arch my back like the wanton slut that I am. I let my mind go and give in to pure animal lust.

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She is perfect so far, but I need to test how far she will go with me. Untying her from the column I carry her to my study. "Get on your hands and knees, Ginger. You may crawl behind me."

Her face registers shock, but she falls to her knees obediently. "Down all the way." I take my foot and lightly tap her shoulder, pushing her down. She looks up at me. I don't think Ginger realizes how beautiful she looks, ass in the air, hair wild, full breasts swaying slightly. But it's the look on her face that is most appealing. Dazed, aroused and submissive.

I turn and walk to my desk, certain that she is following me. I sit in my leather chair and watch the delicious sight of her crawling towards me.

"You may sit here at my feet, Ginger." She makes herself comfortable, and leans her head against my leg. This is so much fun!

I pretend to work on my computer, and I print out a few documents to make it look like I am ignoring her. Satisfied that she is accepting her position, I get up and move to the couch. I snap my fingers for her to follow.

"Get up on the couch, Ginger, with your back facing me. Spread your knees wide. It's time for inspection. Hurry up!" She scrambles up there and assumes the position, her hands grabbing the back of the couch. I quickly undress, I am dying to fuck this sexy bitch, but I will wait a bit longer. She will have to pass my tests.

"Spread your ass cheeks for me now. Move your hips left to right, and I want to see your flex your wet cunt." She gasps and hesitates, and I immediately slap her pussy.

"Owwww! Why did you do that? Oh ok ok I will do what you want!" Ginger grabs her sweet round ass and pulls it open. I take my fingers and slide them all over her hot little slit.

"Smooth, very smooth. You have a very pretty pussy, Ginger." I suck her juice off my fingers, then dip in for more. I shove my slick fingers in her mouth, I know this will turn her on even more.

"And your cute little asshole is most inviting. It looks like no one has ever used it before, am I correct?" Her soft whimpers answer my question.

I slap her cunt lightly at first, then harder. Ginger is yelping and jumping around trying to dodge my hand, but I slap her ass hard to let her know I am not pleased. She is struggling to stay in place.

My cock is hard as steel and I can't take it any longer. I slide it between her pussy lips, reach down and pinch them together, trapping my cock. Sliding forwards and backwards her yelps have turned to low moans. Her head turns back to look at me, begging my with her eyes to take her.

"What do you want, Ginger?" I can feel her hard clit on the head of my dick, throbbing as I slide against her.

"Please Søren, either let me go or.. or.." she chokes on her words and falls silent, her heavy breathing the only sound.

"Or what, sweetie? What were you going to say? I can't quite hear you."

She lunges back on my cock, trying desperately to get me inside her. I pull back quickly and massage her ass cheeks. My thumbs spread her pussy wide and I work them up and down her slit. I move underneath my hot little slut and pull her hips down on my cock. She is tight, so hot and tight, her pussy is sucking my cock in.

Her moans get louder and she fucks back on my cock. I don't do any thrusting, she is obviously frustrated and bursts out, "Please fuck me Søren, fuck me fuck me oh god do it now I can't take it I will do ANYTHING you want!"

"Baby that was the right answer" and I ram myself up deep inside her, balancing her on my thighs, we are both kneeling but I am lower than her. She emits a long sexy scream and puts both hands in her hair pulling wildly. She is pushing down hard and I am thrusting up, she feels so good, I have waited too long to dominate her.

Ginger's tits are bouncing and I look around her in the mirror, she is lost in her lust for me. I rub and pinch her clit with one hand and pinch her nipple as hard as I can with the other. This sends her over the edge. Her eyes pop wide open and her mouth forms a perfect "O" as she catches sight of herself getting fucked by me.

Ginger screams, "Sørennnnnnnnn I'm cummmingggggg" and I feel her pussy contract hard on me, her head thrashing back and forth. I feel my balls tighten and I let loose and pump her full of my hot cum. The release I have long sought is here, but I have just begun.

"Good girl, Ginger." I smile at her and she can see me in the mirror. Pulling her to her feet, I lead her into my huge black marble bathroom. Turning on the taps, I draw her a hot bath, filling it with soothing bath oils. She has the dazed expression that I so like. I get in and pull her in with me to sit between my legs with her back facing me. She is so soft, just like I imagined.

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The hot water feels good, and I relax, leaning back against Søren. My breasts and pussy are swollen, my skin flushed. He kisses my neck and then massages my shoulders, which ache from being tied up. From a small silver bowl he douses my hair in hot water, it streams down my face and chest.

I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his strong arms and legs around my body. My wet hair is hanging down the front, spreading across my breasts, covering my nipples. He soaps up my hair, massaging my scalp. I look down at the soapy lather trailing over my tits and belly. No one has ever washed me..

"Søren," I try to form words, but I fail.

"Shhhhh," he murmurs against my neck. I am so confused, yet I cannot deny the warmth and contentment I am experiencing. He presents me with a glass of red wine, it is just what I need. I sip slowly, relaxing, sleepy, safe.. I drift off.

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She is that worn out? I let Ginger sleep against my chest for a few minutes, then I pick her up and take her to my bed. Laying her down undisturbed I towel her off. I crawl in next to her and pull the duvet over us, I am surprised at the tenderness I am feeling towards my her.

I stroke her hip, and brush her hair away from her face, placing a few soft kisses on her jaw. Ginger looks so innocent, my naughty little slut, like an angel as she slumbers. Curling up behind her, I press against her plush ass, and cup one breast. I fight my desire to fuck her again, god I want her. But she has earned her rest. Tomorrow is another day.

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 06

Saturday morning I wake up refreshed. I get up and take a long walk around my neighborhood, ending up at a cafe with a newspaper and a bowl of fruit and yoghurt.

"Good morning, Miss Ginger." A soft male voice interrupts my reverie. It's Mikkel, accompanied by two of my other students, Nicolaj and Henrik. 

"Please sit down, boys." I smile, this is a nice surprise. Nicolaj jabs Mikkel in the ribs and grins. He has brown hair and dark blue eyes. He is handsome, and his grin is infectious. Henrik is more quiet and shy, with tousled blond hair and blue eyes. I must admit, I am pleased to have three young guys sitting with me.

"So, Miss Ginger, are you going to the party tonight? It will be fun, they are well-known. It can get pretty wild and they often last til dawn." Nicolaj's eyes are dancing with mischief. 

I reply enthusiastically, "Of course I am going, Nicolaj. I wouldn't miss it!" 

Henrik smiles for the first time, and I find myself looking at his long fingers wrapped around his coffee cup. "Long fingers, wonder if he knows how to use them to find my gspot." His whole face lights up. 

"We will make sure you have a good time, Miss Ginger. I will personally take care of you." My mind wanders, what does Henrik mean by 'taking care of me'?

Mikkel is sitting so close to me our thighs are touching. He rests his hand on my knee under the table and squeezes. I jump a little at his touch. Nicolaj is checking me out without shame. I guess he likes what he sees, because he is licking his lips like a wolf. 

We sit and chat for a while, then I excuse myself. I get up and see that Henrik is watching my every move, and holds my gaze a little longer than is polite. 

"Well, boys, I will see you tonight. Is there anything I should know about a dress code? Will it be formal or casual?"

Nicolaj volunteers, "Miss Ginger, there will be dancing, but I must tell you that the house is grand, I wouldn't show up in torn jeans and sandals. I am sure you will look good no matter what you wear." Nicolaj winks at me and I blush.

I arrive home, a little relieved. I feel nervous, I wish I had a girlfriend who would accompany me, so I wouldn't be so vulnerable. Shaking it off, I take a long hot bath, making sure to shave everything carefully.

Lathering up my pussy with shaving cream gets me so hot, and I enjoy shaving everything off. I run my hands all over, and dip my fingers inside. I am slippery, and I reach up and rub my g-spot. The sensation takes my breath away, I wish I could find a man who knew what it was for. Frowning, I drain the tub and carefully apply lotion all over my body.

I pull out my silk black skirt, it is long with a slit up the thigh. Black thigh-high hose and my new shiny black high heels with the straps on the ankles. I am wearing my dark burgundy silk corset that laces up the back. I pile my hair loosely on my head, leaving a few curls hanging around my face. 

Dark smudged eyeshadow, blood-red nails and lipstick to match. My black velvet choker looks good with the corset. To make my outfit a bit more demure, I put on my black velvet cloak. I know I look goth, but these are the clothes I am most comfortable in. Most people are put off a bit by my wicked look.

Although it is considered an ungodly sin in Denmark, I arrive late. I don't want to be the first one there. As I walk up the drive, I can hear loud, deep bass music thumping. The house is gorgeous, all stone and huge lead-glass windows. It must be one of the faculty throwing this party. 

I go in and it is exceedingly dark. Thick white and red candles are everywhere, but the shadows are plentiful. I enter a long room with a high ceiling. There is a fire roaring, and a polished oak bar on the left. 

"A drink is definitely in order." I drift towards the bar, scanning the crowd. I see a few familiar faces. "Miss Ginger! So glad you made it!" Nicolaj plants a kiss on my cheek and tugs my hand to follow him. 

Henrik and Mikkel are sitting on a low leather couch and make room for me to sit between them. They are looking me up and down slowly, jaws hanging open a little. 

Mikkel speaks, "Wow, Miss Ginger, I, uhh, like your outfit." Henrik clears his throat, "May I hang up your cloak?" 

I say, "No thank you, it is somewhat chilly in here." The truth is I don't want them to see my bare shoulders and just how much of my breasts are bulging out the top of my corset.

A few glasses of red wine pass my lips, and I am feeling good. These guys are funny, and we are all having a good time. I relax and cross my legs, allowing a little of my thigh above my stockings to show.

Nicolaj is happy to see this, and reaching over, strokes me with one finger under the band of my hose. "Miss Ginger, your skirt has fallen open. Do you want some help with that?" he grins and pushes my skirt open more, exposing my legs up to the top of my thighs. I shiver and don't protest. 

Nicolaj says, "You like showing off your body, don't you?" No one can really see us except Mikkel and Henrik. They move in closer on each side. Nicolaj kneels in front of me, a hand on each of my knees.

I feel a bit dizzy, I didn't realize how much wine I have been drinking. He gently opens my legs, while Henrik starts kissing my neck and Mikkel is untying my cloak, pulling it off my shoulders. His warm hands brush the tops of my breasts as he does this. I am drowning in pleasure, three hot guys on me at once!

I look around to see if anyone is watching, I have a funny feeling someone is there but I can't see anything. "Just lean back and relax, Miss Ginger, you like to feel good don't you?" Henrik whispers in my ear. 

Nicolaj's hands are making their way up the insides of my soft thighs, Henrik has his hand resting on the silk encircling my waist tightly. "Mikkel told us what he did with you. We know you need it, babe." 

Mikkel is tugging on my corset, he is dangerously close to exposing my nipples, which are rock-hard by now. "Guys, have you ever seen such big tits?" I am turned on by their lewd words. I turn my head towards Mikkel and we kiss deeply, while Henrik is squeezing my right breast and Nicolaj is rubbing my bare little pussy through the thin material of my panties.

I am excited that we are in public, yet the low lighting allows us some privacy. I haven't left this couch the entire time. But why would I want to, the party is right here. I know this is unseemly of me to be fooling around with my students, but I am not thinking clearly.

Mikkel is still kissing me but Nickolaj's hands have withdrawn, I hope he has better plans with what to do with me, and I squirm my hips invitingly, parting my thighs a bit more. Henrik's hand drops from my breast suddenly, and it's only then that I tear myself away from Mikkel's kiss. 

I hear this sound of a knife tapping a glass. It is insistent. Abruptly my three hot guys stand up and leave. "What the hell?" I am indignant, is this some kind of trick to get the teacher hot then take off?

I turn my head towards the person making this tapping sound and can barely make out that it's a man, slumped in a large overstuffed chair off in the corner. His legs are stretched out in front of him, one hand cupping a glass. I can see the knife glint in the candlelight, then it drops to the floor.

I only see his silhouette, he takes a deep drag on his cigarette. The lighting behind him shows the thick smoke floating above as he exhales slowly.

I stand up and straighten my clothing, pulling my cloak tightly around my shoulders. "He has been watching the entire time, I am going to die from embarrassment." But a part of me is turned on that I had an audience. 

I sway towards him, I am still a little tipsy, and breathless from the attentions of my three hot boys. I get closer and giggle a little, "I hope you enjoyed our little show. Why did you have to spoil it?" 

"Miss Ginger, sit down." He pushes a velvet footstool towards me. That voice, oh no oh no oh no but yes it is Søren. The blood rushes to my face, this is the worst possible thing that could happen! For some reason I do not argue, I sit and he tugs me closer, to his left side. I feel an icy hand on the back of my neck, stroking me softly. 

Søren fingers my velvet choker. I barely hear him say, "Very nice." I sit still but my heart is beating fast. I know I am in trouble, but I have no idea how much. I hear the ice in his glass as he twirls it. "Åben munden." I comply silently and part my lips. He slips in a few pieces of ice. I feel the burn of a fine bourbon on my tongue. "Do you like that flavor, Miss Ginger?" 

Søren's voice is lower than usual, and my eyes are glazing over, hypnotized. "Yes, Søren," I whisper, not daring to look at him. He pulls me into his lap, and I feel so warm and safe in his embrace, even though he scares the hell out of me. One hand on my chin, he brings my face up to his, and leans in and kisses me, hot fiery bourbon pouring into my mouth from his.

Up close I can see the shards of ice in his eyes glittering, Søren is kissing me with his eyes open. There is no escape from this man. I return his kiss unblinkingly, his lips are so plush and warm, he sucks on my tongue, then inserts a finger and withdraws, leaving me to suck on that. 

I can feel my lips are swollen and I bite his finger defiantly, but he only laughs. Søren traces his wet finger over my collarbone and down into my cleavage. "I don't think we will be needing this." He pushes my cloak off and stares at my bare neck and upper chest. 

"Miss Ginger, every time I turn around, you have some man all over you, tonight it was three of them, all of them my friends. You just don't understand yet, do you? Du tilhører mig." With that Søren stands up and swings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His words echo in my brain, "You belong to me." 

I beat my fists on his back but he keeps walking and smacks my ass a few times. "Hush, little one." We go down a long dark hallway and ascend a wide set of stairs. 

I am starting to panic, "Where are you taking me?" Søren is silent and we reach the top, turning left. 

We approach a balcony that overlooks the party, which is in full swing. I can see the bodies writhing on the dance floor, the music is loud and sexy, people are drunk and fucking is masquerading as dancing.

Søren sets me down on a long wooden table covered with a deep purple velvet cloth. Candles are lit in sconces against the wall, the carpet is thick and muffles our movements. He blows out the candles, now no one can see us, but we can see the entire party. 

I curl my legs beneath me and cross my arms, hugging my self. He pulls up a chair and pulls my feet on either side of him, placing them on the armrests of his chair. Running his finger down my leg he stops at the arch of my foot.  

Søren unbuckles the strap of my high-heel and grips my ankle hard. "Do you realize what shoes like these do to men? That they drive them to distraction?" He kisses the side, biting and going upwards, up my calf, stopping at the back of my knee. I am shaking uncontrollably. 

Every syllable that he utters reverberates deep inside of me, lighting a path straight to my clit. He must be aware of the power of his voice.

My skirt is almost up around my waist, and he has a clear view of my tiny black panties barely covering my mound. Spreading my thighs roughly he stares at my sex, as if I don't exist. "Mine," he mutters.

"Do..do you live here?" I ask tremulously. Søren nods without taking his eyes off of the object of his desire. He is dressed in a tailored dark suit with a charcoal grey shirt, and a thin silk tie. It fits his broad shoulders perfectly.

"Take off my tie, Ginger." He has dropped the "Miss" in front of my name, I know Søren means business. With shaking hands I reach out and remove it, and hand it to him. He pulls me to my feet and leads me to the balcony. He lashes my wrists towards the top of one of the oak columns along the railing. My chest is heaving. 

"Please, Søren, I will stay away from your friends, just let me go." 

With my hands up this high, the burgundy silk of my corset is pulling down away from me, I can see the tops of my areolae exposed. I hear him unbuckle his belt, and dread what is coming next. He unzips my skirt and eases it down my hips, then folds it neatly on the back of his chair. 

"That's much better. I prefer you in stockings, heels and the corset. You had better get used to it." Søren nudges my feet apart, I can feel the cool air on my hot pussy. My panties are now hiking up over my ass cheeks, I am so wet for this mysterious and strange man. 

I hear the swish and then the "smack" of his belt land on the back of my thighs. "Owwww stop it, you crazy bastard, this isn't funny anymore!" I howl angrily. 

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I feel the rush of adrenaline. "I have wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on you, Ginger." Again I bring the belt down, this time on her luscious ass, I love the way it jiggles when I do this. "Smack!" Over and over I lash her sweet bottom, enjoying her squeals and pathetic whimpering. It is music to my ears. She is crying, I will stop for now.

Stepping close behind her, I reach around and pull both nipples up to peek out the top of her sexy corset. (I love nothing better than a tight, tight corset on a woman. How did she know..) Looking down over her shoulders, I feast my eyes upon her nipples for the first time. 

I had wondered what they would look like, pink or brown? They are a mixture of both, and harden nicely between my fingers. "How long do you think we can make these, darling?" I twist hard and pull upwards, lifting her tits completely out of her corset.

"Ahhhh ohhh nooo don't oh god oh god!" Ginger is yelling but alas no one can hear the sweet sounds of her protest except me. I pull her tits up and shake them, drinking in the sight of them moving under my control. Her hips are wiggling in her struggle to get away, I am sure she doesn't realize they look even more enticing. 

I get close to her ear, and wait for her to calm down. "Ginger, I am not doing anything that you don't already desire. I know you, I am in your mind." Her breathing evens out, and I feel her relax against her bonds. Suddenly a sharp pain lances through my foot, the little bitch just stomped on me with her spike-heeled shoe!

Wincing but still in control, I reach up and pull her hair down out of her styling on top of her head. "Trying to fight the inevitable, are we?" She is actually smiling..! "Don't push me, Ginger" I say with menace. My hands slide down her waist to her hips and grip them. "These are perfect for me to hold on to as I have my way with you." 

I hear her suck in her breath, which makes her tits jut out farther away from her body. I slap her breast in a downward motion, enjoying her surprised scream. I do the other one, and go back and forth. I love how they wobble, and she writhes so prettily for me. Ginger hisses, "Get your hands off of me, this really hurts!"

I ignore her and look down on my party, successful as usual. Everything is working according to my plan. If anyone looks up here closely, what a delicious sight they will see.

Stepping back, I sit in my chair to enjoy the sight of Ginger's trembling, sexy body; and mull over my next move.