Pervert’s Penalty

I drove us the rest of the way back.

Sigh. 2 hours of painful traffic.

My chauffeur-**** was is in no condition to drive anymore. Apparently I was driving her mad with lust, when I made her take my huge cock up her tiny pussy and fucked her like the submissive bitch that she was. And then exploding my sperm army all over her.

She was now just rubbing her pussylips and gyrating on the passenger seat like a fucking lunatic. Yeah, I didn’t feel like giving her the wheel.

Perhaps if I made her cum, she’d finally calm down.

Nah.

“Master…” she suddenly spoke up. There was no love in that word anymore. Just revulsion at being **** to use it. “…pl-please, can I…”

Sigh. She was once again begging me to let her cum.

“No. Stop thinking with your cunt for once, you greedy bitch. ”

Me name-calling her didn’t help the matters at all, just made her moan louder.

There was still sand all over her sexy body, and it was a miracle she had bothered to put her clothes back on. I wouldn’t have minded otherwise, but we were about to enter the city again and I didn’t feel like bringing a naked Gretchen there to be gawked at.

Yeah, I didn’t feel like gawking at her much either anymore. On whole weekend with her was plenty. I got her to a 100, found out what that was all about, time to move on now.

I dropped Gretch in front of her house. Literally dropped. She had trouble leaving my car, since her thighs kept rubbing against her needy pussy and she was in constant heat. So I had to give her a helpful little push.

“Oh yeah,” I said to a flustered Gretch who was practically lying on the sidewalk. “Catch.”

I threw the keys to the collar at her. She was too exhausted to catch them, so they just bounced of her tit.

Her a little bit bigger-than-usual tit. Was it up almost a cup size by now?

“Take off the collar before coming to work. We still have to act normal around everyone else.”

“F-f-fuck…. you…”

Oh wow. I almost wanted to clap, she still had enough willpower to say something like that.

“What was that?”

“F-f… nothing,” she muttered, sounding exasperated.

“Thanks for the weekend anyway, sugartits. We’ll continue this later. Preferably with your sister.”

And with that, I closed the car door and drove home. Yeah, it was still Gretchen’s car. Then again, no it wasn’t. She made those vows. I owned her. I owned everything she owned. This was my car now. She’d have to take the bus to work tomorrow.

What a weekend. It felt like it wasn’t a weekend at all, just work work work. I needed to relax. Just put everything out of my mind and take it easy for at least few hours. I needed my strength for the week ahead, there were countless battles ahead.

Before I could just fall on my bed and turn on PornHub, there was a happy little surprise. One of the bigger items I ordered from the “SexPit” finally arrived to my front door.

Yeah, I know. What company delivers stuff on a Sunday? Apparently they did, if you paid a little extra. And that was no problem for me, especially when I had all that Gretchen-cash at my disposal.

I took the thing out of its box, marveled at it for a while, then placed the it next to my bed. Yeah, this was a great buy. Just what I wanted.

It’s a good thing these weren’t illegal yet.

I couldn’t wait to use it.

Maybe with Lana?

PING!

Oh, look at that. A message.

No, not from Gloria again.

But from Sophie this time.

In fact, it was the first ever message I received from Sophie.

Very interesting.

“Hey Jack. Got a minute?”

Was it finally time to start reeling her in?

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“First of all, please don’t do that stuff in front of me again. It’s extremely inappropriate, and you should be fired for it. The only reason I didn’t report your activity was because it would have implicated Lana as well, and she doesn’t deserve to suffer because of your actions.”

Ah yes, the elevator-groping. Good times.

I gave her a simple answer. “Okay.”

Then, waited a few seconds, and typed “Was that all?”

Apparently not. I enjoyed watching how she seemed to make multiple attempts at writing the next message, only to wipe it away and start again. Those three little dots just kept appearing and disappearing.

In fact, it took so long I got bored and turned on PornHub.

A full 10 minutes later, when I was right in the middle of my climax, she finally got her newest message out.

I came like a champ, and then picked up my phone again.

“Remember that joke you were telling me in the office? You know about Lana sending you some pics or something?”

Excellent. It was time.

“Oh yeah. You mean the one you hated?”

A small break. Then she continued.

“I think I just finally got it. It was actually pretty funny.”

Oh boy. She couldn’t fight her new perversion anymore.

“It took you this long to get it? Man, you’re pretty slow.”

Okay, now I was pissing her off on purpose. I wanted to test how strong the hook on her was.

It took a minute, but then she continued.

“Haha I guess. But hey. Remind me of that joke again? Like I remember the picture was pretty important part of it. What was it again?”

This was just pathetic now.

“Umm it was a naked Lana.”

“Right! Hey, can I see it again? Like I think I can finally appreciate the joke now.”

When did this incident happen anyway? Was it Thursday?

That meant she had been spending the last four days probably itching for some nude Lana-pics. She had probably spent several hours of thinking how she would ask me for them without completely humiliating herself.

And this was the best she came up with?

So, what’s my move? Should I just straight up ask did she really want a nude picture of my girlfriend? Nah… She’d probably chicken out at that point.

Continue acting ignorant about what she actually wants? Sounds better.

“Yeah sure, I can send it. Nice to see you can appreciate a good joke too.”

“Okay, thanks!”

“But then again… You were pretty mean to me. If I remember correctly, you called me a fucking weirdo.”

Silence for a minute.

“…I guess I did. I’m sorry.”

“So… Doesn’t this make you a fucking weirdo too, Sophie?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you that.”

I stopped texting her. She didn’t answer my question.

I didn’t have to wait long for her to continue.

“So… the picture?”

“I’m sorry, but no. I guess the pic is meant only for fucking weirdos.”

“Hey come on! I apologized already!”

“I don’t believe you. Tell me that you’re a fucking weirdo too and it’s yours.”

She answered me back way faster than I expected.

“Okay. I’m a fucking weirdo.” (SOPHIE: +5SP) (-23SP)

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Tell me something weird about yourself.”

Contemplative silence.

“I have a doll collection.”

“Haha”

“What? You don’t have to laugh about it!”

“Not why I was laughing. That’s not weird, just lame. Not nearly weird enough to be called a ‘fucking weirdo’”.

A ten-minute break. Surprising.

Then a message from her.

“What if I told you I still play with them?”

“Groan.”

“What what? Isn’t that fucking weird?”

“Not what I’m looking for. To me, a ‘fucking weirdo’ implies kinks. That is just a personality disorder you got there or something.”

“Fuck you!”

There was a good chance she might stop there. So I decided to help her a bit.

“For example, my kink is pulling on women’s hair as I fuck them from behind, as if I was steering a race horse. Tell me yours, and I’ll see if you’re weird enough to deserve this pic.”

“That’s it! We’re done! You’re a disgusting pig!”

Well, seems like I blew it. I didn’t expect to hear from her anymore today.

But it only took fifteen minutes.

“I like it when someone licks my toes. Okay?” (SOPHIE: +5SP) (-18SP)

Not enough, Sophie.

“Oh God you’re so boring. But at least we’re on the right path. Since you have problems writing why you’re a weirdo (which is odd since you’re supposed to be a writer), prove it with pics. Send me a pic with you wearing your kinkiest outfit.”

“Wow. You’re completely insane. This conversation is so over. They should lock you up.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want this pic of Lana. Just know that there is a price for a such an exquisite picture of her completely nude, bouncy ass and glistening skin.”

A minute later, she messaged me again.

“I can pay you actual money for it.”

I could smell the desperation. I didn’t bother even answering her.

She send me a couple more messages, this time naming her price, and continued raising it.

Oh man. With those numbers she was ready to go bankrupt to get her hands on this.

She even tried calling me when I didn’t reply back. I wouldn’t answer, of course.

Our communications stopped there.

For two hours.

Then, she finally sent me this.

(SOPHIE: +10SP) (-8SP)

Damn. I always knew she was hiding one smoking body under all those designer dresses.

But I had experienced way too much to be satisfied with this alone.

“Haha. Not kinky enough. Hopefully you got something better.”

I had nothing to lose by asking that.

And… Another fifteen minutes later…

(SOPHIE: +6SP) (-2SP)

Woah.

Now… that was almost a bondage gear?

Maybe she actually was kinky? I mean why else would she have bought that thing?

But if she had that much…

“Nearly there. I know you’ve got something more. And stop being so fucking shy about it.”

Just trusting my instincts there.

And…

(SOPHIE: +7SP) (+5SP)

Instincts coming through once again.