My New Life 3

This is my story about how an innocent small town girl was forced to go down a path she could not have imagined, and in the process discovered her true self.

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I was born into a working class family that was always struggling to pay the bills. My three siblings and I never had any luxuries. Mom and Dad divorced when I was five, and Dad disappeared. We all worked at part time jobs; there was no talk of me going to college.

But in my case something extraordinary happened when Dad's wiggly little tadpole met up with Mom's so porous membrane—as Emeril would say, "BAM": a perfect combination of genes, DNA, or whatever produced a female of exceptional beauty. I know, that sounds conceited, but it's true. Of course my future gorgeousness was not apparent when I was a baby (all little girls are cute), but by the time I was a teenager I was drawing the attention of boys, girls, men, women, teachers, coaches, you name it.

My body developed early, and by the time I was eighteen I had a figure that would have looked good on the cover of Victoria's Secret's catalog. With luxurious black hair and dark sultry eyes I could captivate any straight male that came my way. My sisters were not unattractive, but I was something different. Mom shook her head and worried for me. She said that beauty was good, but that too much beauty was dangerous, that it could make a person one dimensional.

As you might expect, that bit of wisdom floated over my head like a summer breeze. I loved the attention. Teasing boys was fun, and I let a few of them have their way with me (I always liked that phrase—it helped me imagine that I had no choice in the matter, and that idea has always turned me on). My girl friends were envious and kept their boyfriends away from me as much as they could.

I dated all the alpha males in my high school, and dropped them when someone new and interesting caught my fancy. Needless to say I was not very popular with a lot of the guys. Still there was always a suitor willing to accept the challenge to get his hands on my hot body. The boys always seemed to like the sex more than I did. At that point I had not experienced the special kind of sex that in the future would drive me wild.

After graduation I found myself without a boyfriend and nothing exciting on the horizon. I had to work to get any spending money, and that summer I took an outdoor waitressing job at the local Big Burger Drive-In. It let me show off to the men who came on their lunch hour to eat and flirt. I was hoping some fascinating man would happen by and get me started on my adult life. I was eighteen, stunning, and ripe for the taking.

The big Harley rumbled in at about four o'clock on that fateful Saturday afternoon. Little did I know that my life was about to shoot off in a completely new direction. Riding the big machine like a knight on a war horse was a stud who reminded me of a young Burt Reynolds. I guessed he was about thirty years old. Behind him was a pretty young blonde in short shorts. It was something right out of the movies. My teenage heart went thumpty, thump.

They parked the bike and started to go inside. I stepped out from the entrance with my order pad and nodded toward a picnic table under the big tree over to the side. Sunlight forced its way through the leaves and made dancing patterns on the redwood table top. The guy looked at me, and then at his girl.

"I think we should eat outside," he said.

"I wonder why," sighed the girl, giving me the once over.

My skimpy waitress uniform was snug on the top, with a short skirt that showed a lot of leg. That day was warm and I had decided not to wear a bra. In those days my tits were so firm a bra was like a handkerchief thrown over a newel post. Besides I liked the feeling of the shirt rubbing against my bare nipples. Thinking back on it, I must have looked pretty hot as I sauntered up to them in my sneakers with built up heels.

"My name's Candy, and I will be serving you today." My real name is Shirley, but that did not seem to go with the scene. I was feeling very frisky and bored with my small town life.

My customers slithered onto the opposite benches attached to the table, with the stud facing out toward the cars and me. His eyes locked on mine. "Thank you Candy. My name is Tom, and this is my friend Cheryl. What do you recommend?"

"Well sir, we are famous for our big burgers," I said, keeping my eyes on his. I wanted to let him know that I was not cowed by his aura of biker masculinity.

He grinned. "I hope they are as delicious as you look."

"Oh please....", sneered his girlfriend.

"Shut up Cheryl," he said without looking at her. "I know you like her too. If you're not good I'll have to spank you right here on this picnic table."

I'm sure my mouth must have dropped down to my chest. Never had I heard a grown woman threatened with a spanking. Cheryl dropped her eyes and said nothing. It was clear she took his threat seriously.

"Candy you can bring us each a big burger and a coke."

I nodded and half turned to go back to the restaurant.

"Wait," he said. "When does your shift end?"

His voice was so commanding that it didn't occur to me not to answer. "In half an hour," I replied.

"Good. We should be just finishing then. I want you to come join us."

Why not, I thought. It couldn't hurt to sit at the table with them and flirt. They were the most interesting people to come through in a long time. I batted my eyes. "Sure, as long as Cheryl doesn't mind."

Tom shifted his eyes to Cheryl, who was still staring at the table top. Deliberately he reached across the table and closed his finger and thumb on her left nipple. Her shoulders pulled back and she gasped.

"No problem, right Cheryl?"

"Yes Sir, no problem," she whined as she twisted in her seat.

I could not believe it. In public, in broad daylight, he had pinched her tit and was still doing it. And she was letting him! I felt a tingling in my stomach. What would I do if a man did that to me? They wouldn't dare. I was mesmerized. And why did her saying 'yes sir' have such a strange effect on me?

He looked up at me as he kept squeezing her tit. I could tell he was analyzing my reaction. I probably should have gone to the girl's defense, or at least walked away in disgust. But I could not move. The strange feeling in my stomach persisted.

Boys had always been very tentative with me, touching me like I was a delicate flower, afraid of my reaction. It enhanced their status to be seen with the most beautiful girl in the school, and they did not want to blow it. Here was a man who did what he pleased with his girl. It gave me the shivers.

A knowing smile appeared on his handsome face as he watched my discomfort. Finally I tore my eyes away and retreated hastily back into the restaurant. There were no other customers in the drive up area, so I was able to hide inside until his burgers were ready. His callous treatment of his girl friend and her submission both frightened and intrigued me.

In a few minutes the tray was ready. I took a deep breath and pushed out through the screen door with their order. As I walked carefully toward the picnic area I felt his eyes moving up and down my body. Unconsciously I straightened my spine and pulled my shoulders back. Some feminine instinct drove me to present my best to this fascinating man.

"Sit with us," he said, after I had placed the tray on the table. "You have no other customers."

Without thinking I shrugged and slid onto the bench beside the girl. She was smiling now and seemed much friendlier toward me. He must have set her straight while I was in the restaurant.

He took a bite of the burger. "This is good. You know we were planning to go another fifty miles today, but I think we will stop here for the night. There are many interesting things in this town."

I blushed. The way he looked at me told me that I was one of those interesting things. "Where are you headed?" I asked, trying to make conversation and get my mind off of sex.

"Nowhere particular," he said. "I am an over worked lawyer from Chicago, and this is my way of unwinding. For a few days I ride my bike through the countryside, staying at small hotels. If Cheryl is a good girl I let her ride with me."

Cheryl laughed. "What do you mean 'good girl'? The last thing you want is for me to be a good girl. Then you couldn't punish me."

"Now, now. Don't say things to scare our new friend. Candy, can you recommend a place to stay in this charming village?"

"There's not much here. We do have a small lake outside of town where there are cottages for rent."

"Perfect," he said. "Tell me, why does a beautiful young girl like you want to stay here when you could be leading an exciting life in the big city?"

His easy manner made me relax and want to talk about myself. "Good question. I guess I'm just a little afraid of moving away from the place where I have spent my whole life. A few months ago I moved into my own place, and that was a big deal. But now I'm getting bored."

"Do you have a car?"

"Yea, that old Ford over there is mine. It gets me to work and back."

"It would get you to Chicago too," he said. "I know a number of places where you could get a job on the first day you were there."

I had no contacts in Chicago and was very interested. "What kind of job?"

"Well, for one I could hire you as the receptionist for my law firm. You would greet clients and visitors, handle general phone calls, arrange meetings, that kind of thing."

Cheryl rolled her eyes. "Hey Tom, that sounds like the kind of job I might like."

"Be quiet girl," he said kindly. "You already have a job."

I laughed nervously. "You've talked with me less than five minutes and you're offering me a job?"

He smiled. "You're right. We should get to know each other first. There are some things about me that take some getting used to."

"You can say that again," cracked Cheryl.

"I'll tell you what," he said, ignoring his girl friend. "Why don't you come with me on my bike and show me where these cottages are. Cheryl can follow us in your car. Then we can hang out and talk about the future."

It seemed like a good idea. The cottages were in an isolated area, but with Cheryl going along, I felt safe enough. I was captivated by this good looking older guy, who seemed to want to help me get something going in my life.

"Okay. Give me the money for your meals and I'll check out."

He paid me and went with Cheryl to look over my car. I gave the money to the manager and told him I was through for the day. The manger rang up the sale and gave me back three twenties. "Your customer way overpaid," he said with a grin. "I guess the rest is meant to be your tip."

I had been so excited about leaving on the back of that Harley that I hadn't even looked at the money Tom had given me. A sixty dollar tip! This was a guy I definitely wanted to get to know better.

"Here are the keys to the Ford," I said to Cheryl. "It's an automatic and easy to drive."

She gave me a look that said 'whatever' and got into the car. Tom took my hand and led me to his big, black bike. A twist of the key, and it roared into life. He swung his leg over and smiled at the anticipation that radiated from my eyes. "Get on and hold tight," he shouted over the deep roar characteristic of the Harley.

The soft leather on the rear seat felt good between my legs. He gunned the engine and powerful vibrations surged through my body. I had never been on a bike like this, and suddenly I realized why so many hot looking babes could be seen on the backs of motorcycles.

I wrapped my arms around his hard muscled waist and hollered in his ear. "Take a right out of the parking lot and get on the highway going west."

The bike took off like a jet, and I wondered how Cheryl was going to be able to keep up in my old Ford. The highway was straight, almost no traffic, perfect for him to show what the Harley could do. With the wind tearing at my hair I buried my face in his back and held on for my life. It was exciting and exhilarating beyond belief.

After a couple of miles he slowed to let Cheryl catch up. "Like it?" he asked, turning his head.

"Oh yes," I gasped. "It feels like I am riding a run away bull on steroids."

He laughed. "In many ways you are."

The implication of our flirty comments was clear. If it weren't for Cheryl I expected I would be fucking him before the day was over. My pussy was sending me a strong message.

"The turn off to the lake is just past that bus stop," I said, letting go of him long enough to point.

He pulled over to the side to wait for Cheryl. The Harley purred and gurgled and fluttered against my inner thighs. He had one foot on the ground and rotated his body until he could take my head in his hands. I did not turn away. Ever so slowly he lowered his lips, teasing me and testing my reaction. I lifted my face and offered my lips. The Harley's vibrations were going up my body from my pussy to my eager mouth.

Just as I was preparing to meet his tongue I heard the sound of my car pulling off the road behind us. For a few moments I had forgotten that we were not alone, that he had a girl friend already. Her arrival made me tense and pull back.

"Don't be concerned about Cheryl," he said. "You'll see."

Before I could ask him about the meaning of that strange comment, he started up and pointed the bike down the side road to the lake. I hugged his back and wondered what that kiss would have been like.

After about a mile of winding through a thick pine forest, we pulled up at the lakeside building that served as the office for the ten rental cabins that were scattered around the hundred acre lake. The perimeter road that circled the water was a good three miles long, so there was a lot of space between cabins. It was early in the season, and there was no sign of any other renters.

Cheryl came in behind us and parked to the side. She emerged smiling, giving no indication of being upset at seeing us about to kiss. I had to admit that she looked very good in her tight shorts and bulging T shirt. She probably had ten years on me, but her body was in top condition. Although her boobs were smaller than mine, they sure were perky. With her pixie cut bleached blonde hair and generous lips she was what the guys would call a 'cute piece'. I had no doubt that Tom was balling her every night.

I walked up to the door of the office. A note tacked to the molding read: 'The manager is away this week. If you wish to rent a cabin please use the phone in the office and call the number below.'

The door was unlocked. I guess the owner figured a burglar could break in anyway. Inside was a cheap desk, two chairs, and a phone. I dialed the number and spoke to a woman who told me to take any cabin I wanted and leave forty dollars under the cushion on the chair I was sitting on. She didn't even ask for my name.

I relayed the information to Tom, who seemed very pleased with the informal, anonymous arrangement. He gave me the forty dollars to put on the chair and herded us out of the office.

"Let's go to that cabin on the far side of the lake," he said. "It will be very private."

My mother had warned me about going to out of the way places with strange men, and I hesitated. "I don't know," I said. "I didn't realize there would be no one here."

"Oh come on," said Cheryl, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the car. "What are you afraid of? There are two of us and only one of him. You lead the way in your car. Tom and I will follow you on the bike. I need to talk with him."

Had I known more about Cheryl I would not have gone with the two of them to the isolated cabin. But then I would not have experienced the things I did, and would have continued to live my quiet, vanilla life in my provincial little town. My mother had already picked out the up and coming young man she wanted me to marry.

Innocently I drove around the lake on the gravel road that led to the cabin Tom had selected. Behind me the Harley hummed and droned its sensuous song, and I saw in my mirror that Tom and Cheryl were having an animated conversation. I figured that she was making him promise to stop hitting on me. I figured wrong.

When we arrived at the cabin Tom opened the storage compartment under the rear seat on the Harley and retrieved a small duffle bag. They followed me up onto the porch just as the sun sank behind the hill to the west. It would be dark soon.

The cottage contained one double bed, a small dresser, and two straight backed wooden chairs. A door at the rear was partially open, revealing a surprisingly large, tiled bathroom.

"Well it looks comfortable enough," I said gaily. "You two should have a very romantic night here on our lake."

"Oh it will be romantic all right," said Tom ominously. "But it will not be just the two of us. We will be sharing that bed with you."

"Oh no," I declared instinctively, backing toward the door. "I showed you the place, and now I have to go."

Tom just smiled. The doorway was blocked by a determined-looking Cheryl, who had some kind of leather straps dangling from her hand. Her eyes bore into me like a cat about to devour a mouse.

"You see," said Tom calmly, "my friend Cheryl is bisexual and a trifle sadistic. She fancies you as much as I do. Together we are going to take you places you have never imagined."

Quick as a snake he grabbed my arms and spun me around, pulling my wrists behind me. "Cuff her," he barked.

Cheryl snapped the leather bands around my wrists and clipped them together. "It's done," she said. "She won't be able to fight us. Now can I play with her?"

"Patience my dear. Get that Velcro strap out of our bag and bind her upper arms together. I want to see those nice tits pushed forward. And set up the video camera."

I struggled against the grip he had on my shoulders, but he was too strong. "Let me go! You are going to be in big trouble for this!"

"I don't think so," he said. "No one knows you are with us, or even who we are—including you. And I've been watching you. I know your type. You have always been in control and have missed out on what it's like when you are forced to submit, when a man takes all that sexy beauty and uses it for his own pleasure."

"NOOO...."

He held me while Cheryl bound my arms together, and then they pushed me into one of the chairs. "Tie her ankles to the legs," he said. More Velcro straps came out of the duffle and my feet were secured to the chair legs, forcing my legs apart. .

"Maybe we should have removed her panties first," said Cheryl.

"No, I like to go about these things slowly," he responded. "Help me scoot her chair over by the bed so we can both sit in front of her. And bring me those scissors from the side pocket on the duffle."

They maneuvered my chair until my knees were almost touching the side of the bed. Tom sat in front of me and inserted one leg between my open thighs. His accomplice handed him a pair of scissors with rounded points, and then went back to the duffle to retrieve a small video camera.

"While she's setting up the camera let's finish what we started back on the highway," he said as he took my head in his hands like he had done before. Tied to the chair there was no way I could resist him, even if I had wanted to. He pulled me toward him and gently brushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, temporarily forgetting the helpless situation I was in.

He licked my lips. "Give me your tongue," he said, and I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth and keeping my eyes closed. I could feel his eyes on me as he used his hands to turn my face from side to side and dab at my tongue with his. Suddenly he dropped his hands to the shelf of my thrusting breasts, squeezing and rubbing the cotton fabric of my shirt against the erect nipples below.