"That prick Darren has the pictures you took of Jeff and me balling. He just called me to come up to his apartment!"
"Glad you could make it," Darren said, leering as he pulled Veronica into the apartment.
"Just what do you want, Darren?" she said coldly.
"You know what I want," he replied. "You've been fucking everyone in this apartment house but me. Well, now I'm gonna join the club. Take your clothes off!"
"Go to hell!"
"Okay," he shrugged. "I've got your precious fiance's address."
He opened the door, but, instead of leaving, Veronica started reaching for the zipper on her dress.
"All right, you bastard, I'll fuck you – in exchange for the pictures."
He slammed the door. "You'll do more than that, baby."
Veronica shivered, stopping the zipper halfway down her back. Maybe she could stall for a little while. "Can I have a drink?"
"No," he hissed. "I don't drink while doing three things, working, driving, and fucking."
Veronica shrugged in defeat. She couldn't get him drunk, after all. And she would have to take him without the mercy of a stiff shot.
Darren suddenly reached out and grabbed her. He pressed his moist lips against hers. Veronica refused to give any reaction at all. She was limp in his arms. This made Darren push her back against the wall.
"You're not going to get cold on me!" he hissed. "I told you that you're going to do things, and you will!" He picked up a pair of high-heeled black boots and tossed them at her.
Veronica caught the boots and looked at them. They were very shiny, with six-inch-long heels on them. "You want me to wear these?" she asked in monotone.
"Yeah. High-heeled boots excite me."
She curled her lips into a smile. If this is all he expected of her, this session may not be too bad after all.
"I've got some other things that we'll both wear, too," Darren added leeringly.
He held up leather straps and shook them. "Maybe I'd better just bind you. If you had me bound up, you'd probably just leave."
"Now, wait a minute – I'm not crazy about being tied up by leather straps!"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. In fact, I want you to hurt me."
"What are you talking about?"
Darren picked up a long leather whip as black and as shiny as the boots. He snapped it once in the air. He seemed to be thrilled by the sharp sound it made. "Let me see you work it, doll," he said, handing it over to her.
Veronica let the whip hang loose in her hand. It was at least six feet long and heavy. The boots were odd enough and the leather straps were worse, but this?
She raised her arm and let the long, black whip out. Then she brought her arm down abruptly so that the whip would snap.
"Perfect the first time!" Darren cried with glee. "Now let's get naked!"
Darren hurried out of his clothes. There was no place to turn away from him, so Veronica averted her eyes. She took off her clothes, dreading the session that she was about to go through. When she was nude, she pulled on the boots. They were a bit tight and hurt her feet. It was hard for her to stand in the impossibly high heels. She found that she towered over Darren like a giant.
"Veronica! My God, you're beautiful! I've never seen tits like those!" He fell to his knees and gazed wide-eyed at her lush nakedness in the high heeled black boots.
She stood there waiting for him to make the next move, to offer the first suggestion. Then he crawled forward and pressed his lips against the boots. He kissed them lovingly. Then he licked the high heels.
Veronica gritted her teeth in revulsion as she watched the naked body beneath her. This was only the beginning, she knew, and she wondered about how many quirks this sick, strange creature was going to reveal.
He began to bring his loud, kissing mouth up along her legs. She felt his darting tongue over her skin. As he brought himself into a kneeling position once again, he grasped her buttocks tightly and then shoved his wildly working mouth forward into her cunt.
"You're hurting me!" Veronica cried. "Don't bite it!"
In answer, Darren brought her body closer to his face and held her buttocks in a vise. His teeth gnashed with more and more violence. He gripped her clitoris between his teeth.
"Christ, you asshole!" Veronica screamed.
"I'll make your fucking cunt bleed, honey!"
Veronica reached down and grabbed his hair. She pulled hard, forcing his face away from her pain-throbbing pussy. There was an expression of ecstasy on Darren's moist features.
"Beat me!" he begged. "Whip me! I'm your slave!"
Veronica grasped the heavy handle of the whip. A wave of joy and anger swept over her. Now it was her turn to do the hurting, to apply the pain.
She raised her arm and brought the long black whip across his naked back.
Darren cried out in pain. "Easy! Easy!" he pleaded.
She pretended that she hadn't heard him. She brought the whip down across his back with the same force. A sharp snapping sound filled the room.
He bent his forehead to the floor and grabbed her high heels. "Easier! If you don't, I'll pull you off your feet and use the whip on you!"
Veronica paused. She couldn't let her anger get the best of her. This time she applied the whip almost gently.
"Harder!" Darren demanded.
Again she struck him across the back with the whip.
"That's better. Now just a bit more harder…"
Veronica looked down at his naked back. Red welts were criss-crossed on it. The skin remained unbroken. If only she could break that skin and make him bleed! Once more she brought the whip down with a bit more force.
"Ahhhhh!" Darren sighed happily. "Just right. Keep it like that!"
Again and again, Veronica whipped him with the same amount of power. Each time, he gave a satisfied grunt. Welts grew on the nude flesh.
Then he flattened himself out on the floor at her feet. "More!" he urged.
She brought the whip down on his ass. Red marks cut across the white skin. Without realizing it, she began to apply the whip harder.
"Stop!" he cried.
She forced herself to stop whipping him. She hoped he'd enjoyed the whipping as much as she had!
Darren got to his feet. He looked up into her face. "You'd make a good whore. It took me hours before I could get a hooker to whip me like that."
"I still can't see why you go for being whipped."
Darren grabbed her hand and placed it on his lust-hard cock. "That's why!" he growled. "Being whipped gives me fantastic hard-ons to fuck with!"
Veronica pulled her hand away. He circled his arm around her waist and led her over to the sofa. She was forced to lean against him to keep from falling because of the high heels.
"Lie down! On your belly!"
She lay across one arm of the sofa, with her luscious ass sticking up in the air. Then Darren moved around in front of her.
"What now?" she asked. The big head of his cock was dangling in front of her face.
"Suck my dick, for starters," he answered. "Then I'll fuck you!"
Get him off, Veronica's mind wailed, suck him off and he'll be done!
"Well?" He was obviously getting dangerously impatient.
She looked directly at his prick. It had stretched to its full potential. The cockhead had escaped the foreskin and it throbbed and danced toward her quivering lips.
Normally, seeing a dick like this would send the juices cascading down her thighs. But now all she wanted to do was get it over with and let him think that he was a man.
She held the jerking prick, turning it, twisting it, running the slick skin back and forth on the shaft. At the same time, she fondled his balls, gently rubbing them together in their hairy, leathery sac.
His breathing became heavier.
"No, honey, now. Your mouth! Dammit, use your mouth on my cock!"
"Yes, Darren, I'm going to suck your cock. I'm going to love the cum right out of it."