Reporter Experiences Her Story Topic

Molly Sweeney graduated with a journalism degree and wanted to pursue a career as a reporter. Finding jobs -- any job -- was difficult. She barely subsisted on freelance writing gigs.

She finally landed a full-time job at a website that specialized in reporting stories that drew clicks. While that's a goal for any website, this one decided to follow the "sex sells" business plan. Reporters concentrated on relationships, sexual wellness and other stories that would be classified as "soft porn."

After three years, Molly was amazed that the website remained viable. She was 29 and single. Sex was one of her hobbies. She was happy with brief flings and one-night stands, with men or women. Her private motto was "sex is natural, and it's supposed to bring me pleasure." Writing about sexual topics didn't get her off but it did maintain her enthusiasm and curiosity for her work.

Molly had been pursuing a more serious story about sex trafficking, but her editor thought it was too dark for the website's readers. One day, a source she had been working with called her.

"You know, this is a bit off topic, but I thought I'd clue you in on a story you might want to write," the woman said. "There's this guy who runs a place... I guess you might call it a sex club. It's just for women who get off on the idea of being kidnapped and sold as a sex slave. They offer various lengths of 'stays' -- a day, a weekend, a week. The women get to experience whatever types of fetishes they like or want to explore.

"It's a very exclusive, underground, secret, word-of-mouth set up."

Molly was intrigued. Interviewing women who visited that club, using pseudonyms so they would remain anonymous, could be the kind of story her editor would greenlight.

"Wow. I would be interested in researching it -- and you know I'd be discreet with names, etc.," Molly said. "Do you have any contact info with any of these ladies."

The source was quiet for a few seconds. "Well, there's me...," she said softly. "And I know some of the other women. But I don't think anyone will talk to you until they're sure the guy in charge is OK with it. You need to talk to him."

That turned out to be challenging. Molly made several inquiries and was stonewalled. She finally spoke with a woman who called herself the boss' assistant. Her voice was altered electronically; Molly realized that this business was secret and paranoid.

After several back-and-forth calls with the woman, Molly had persuaded her that she was serious about reporting the story honestly and with discretion.

"OK, the boss said he'll meet with you to discuss terms and proposals," the woman said. A time and place were set where Molly would be picked up and driven to meet the boss. They selected an out-of-the way parking garage at noon on a Friday. Molly's brain flashed to scenes from "All The President's Men." The woman said she would be there with two other employees.

Molly was nervous and excited. She dressed professionally -- suit jacket, skirt, silk blouse, 3-inch heels. In her shoulder bag, she had a can of pepper spray just in case.

At the appointed hour, a black SUV pulled up. A black woman got out on the passenger's side. Molly had another movie pass through her brain -- the woman was tall, bald, confident, and strong, like one of the palace guards from "Wakanda."

"Molly? I'm Latifa," she said in a low, confident voice as she extended a hand for a firm handshake. "Thanks for being here and on time. Shall we go?"

Molly got in behind the driver and Latifa got in the opposite door. There was a man sitting behind Molly in the third row. When the doors closed, Latifa asked to inspect Molly's bag. "Oh, and we need you to be blindfolded. We can't let you see where we're going."

Those words brought a small surge of panic but then Molly took a deep breath. "Relax, silly. It'll be fine," she thought.

The man behind her put the blindfold over her eyes. Then, he grabbed one wrist and Latifa the other. They quickly pulled her hands up and back. The man slapped cuffs on her wrists and Molly heard them click shut. Her arms were pinned up and back, the cuffs secured by a hook.

"WHAT? WHY? WHAT'S GOING ON," she yelled, her voice quivering.

She could feel Latifa sliding closer. "There, there dear," she said quietly. "You'll find out soon enough."

Latifa's hand was moving over Molly's face, lightly caressing her skin.

"You are prettier than the mug shot with your stories. You want to write about our little organization? The boss figured you can't write about it until you've experienced it. And the women who sign up pay a lot of money. You're so lucky... you'll get the full treatment for free."

Molly was breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating. She was being kidnapped... like the women her source told her about... and "full treatment?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by Latifa's hand cupping Molly's breasts through her blouse. "Such nice full tits. Our crew will enjoy them." Her hand then slid up her skirt, between Molly's legs and pushed against the crotch of her panties. "And they'll enjoy this, too... mmmmm, I can feel that you're moist."

Molly knew she was telling the truth, and she blushed. Her brain was cluttered with dozens of thoughts, all coming with various levels of trepidation.

"I can assure you that during your time with us, you will not be harmed," Latifa said, reading Molly's thoughts. "Unless you consider it harmful having multiple orgasms, so many that you lose count."

Latifa then sat back. "That's all the conversation for now. Whatever questions you ask me will be ignored. It's pointless for me to try to provide answers because you'll be experiencing sex and sexual pleasure that I doubt you've ever experienced before."

Molly groaned/whimpered and tried to keep from crying. She fought back the tears, and her brain started to calm her jumbled thoughts. The blindfold and the silence in the vehicle allowed her to think and have a conversation with herself.

"Look, you're probably not in any real danger. Your source didn't say women were disappearing or dying; they were paying for this experience. Look, it's just sex, right? Being curious and wanting to find out about things is one of your strengths, it makes you a good reporter. Deep breaths, relax."

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After about 15 minutes, the SUV pulled down a ramp and into an underground parking garage. Molly's cuffs were unhooked but remained locked on her wrists. She was helped out of the vehicle and Latifa slowly led her through a door, down what she sensed was a long hallway, then through another door.

"Hello, Molly." A man's voice, deep and resonant. "I'm The Boss. You've met Latifa. She's really the reason you're here. She talked me into allowing someone to experience and write about our operation. My apologies for the nature of your trip. The blindfold and handcuffs were necessary. Our female clients sign contracts agreeing to confidentiality -- for them and for us."

After a few seconds, Molly spoke. "I'm here to gather information for my story. I'm not supposed to be part of the story."

The man chuckled. "That's a fair point. Latifa convinced me that having you experience what goes on here was the only way for you to understand what goes on here. Our clients certainly don't want to be watched or observed by a stranger. Let me stress that you're entirely safe. You won't be injured or hurt in any way. And I assure you that we've had zero -- zero -- complaints from our clients."

Molly was trying to process and say something when she heard another male voice.

"Ready, boss?"

"Yes, let's get started."

She heard/sensed someone approaching, then the chain connecting the cuff was grabbed and pulled forward slightly. She felt something slip inside the sleeve of her suit jacket and barely heard a "snip." The same thing happened to the other sleeve.

Two more men approached and grabbed each sleeve and there was a loud ripping sound as the sleeves parted to her shoulders.

"GAAAHHHH, WHHHHATTTT?"

The boss spoke. "You'll have similar clothes provided on your departure. And we'll research your clothing and provide you with a check that will be double the cost of what your paid for what you're wearing."

The scissors snipped at the shoulders and collar. Her tattered jacket was pulled away.

A man was behind her, his body hugging her. The feel of a huge, hard cock against her lower back was unmistakable. His large hands reached around to cup and squeeze her breasts.

"Natural, full tits," he announced. His fingers grabbed each side of her blouse and yanked, the material ripping and the buttons flying. Molly's body lurched as his strong hands shredded the blouse. The man with the scissors snipped her bra straps and between the cups. The ruined garment fell to the floor.

The man behind her unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt while the man with the scissors knelt to cut at the hem. Hands grabbed and ripped from front and back, the skirt separating in two pieces.

The man behind her reached for her panties, yanking them upward so that the crotch band became a thin strip that slipped between her labia. He yanked the thin cloth up and down, rubbing her slit with the lacy cloth. His other hand reached behind her, grabbed the waist band and yanked hard. The gusset gave way and then he grabbed at each side and tore them away.

Molly was gasping from breath, her breasts heaving. Not seeing her attackers, her clothes being cut and ripped away, naked (but for her thigh highs and heels) in front of... how many strangers?

The man handed her ruined panties to The Boss, who walked in front of her. He sniffed them then held them under her nose.

"You're aroused," he said. "In heat. You need to be fucked.

"Take her to the room."

Molly heard a door opening. Her cuffed hands were grabbed, and she was led several steps before being stopped. Her ankles were pulled apart and she felt a metal cuff placed around each one and clicked in place. She was pulled forward, and her lower torso came to rest on a padded bench. Her cuffed wrists were secured below her. She was vulnerable and on display.

She felt hands caressing her ass.

"You have a wonderful body," The Boss said. "It's my privilege and honor to be your first fuck of the weekend."

Molly was breathing heavily, her hanging breasts shivering. "I really don't want this. Please, I'll forget about the story. Just take me back to my car."

The Boss walked in front of her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. His other hand grasped the base of his erect cock. "No, that's not gonna happen." He pushed his thick cock knob against her lips. "Suck me."

She tried shaking her head, but he held her hair firmly. He mashed his cock head against her lips. One of the other men smacked her ass hard and she gasped, the fleshy rod popping inside and pushing to the back of her throat.

Molly gurgled and tried to keep from gagging. She could tell this cock was thick, but she had no idea of its length. Her tongue struggled to move around the staff.

The Boss pulled his cock back slightly. "Now, you've got some room. Lick it, slobber on it."

The man who slapped her ass pushed his finger between her slick labia. "She's nice and wet, boss."

He pulled his cock free of her mouth and moved behind her. He stroked his cock knob up and down her slick slit, pushing the tip against her clit. Molly couldn't help but moan.

"See, it's enjoyable. Women like you like cock, you like being fucked, you enjoy when your body shakes from an orgasm."

His cock probed until it found her tight opening. Molly shivered at the sensation. She knew what he said was correct but the idea of being blindfolded, stripped and restrained was a new experience. And it was reaching parts of her libido that hadn't been explored.

With his prick poised to enter her, The Boss grabbed her hips and plunged his thick 10 inches inside her with a single thrust.

Molly's head snapped up and she wailed. "AAAGGGHHH AAAAAHHHH OHHHHH GGGAAWWWWWD."

He left his cock embedded and leaned onto her back. His hands reached under her to grasp her breasts, his thumb and index fingers pinching her nipples. "All of my male crew have cocks this big or bigger. They enjoy giving our female guests the kinds of fucking and orgasms they've never experienced."

He straightened up and slowly withdrew most of his cock until just the head remained. He could see her labia pulsing. He slowly reinserted his staff, feeling her pussy walls gripping it.

"What a sweet pussy," he said. His index finger poked at her puckered anus. "Ever been fucked in your ass?"

"Yes," she whispered. The Boss' cock felt like the biggest that had ever been inside her. The idea of a cock that big -- or bigger -- in her ass both excited her and frightened her. "Not big cocks... like yours."

His hips were slowly rocking back and forth as his cock filled and fucked her. His hands grasped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to further expose her pink starfish. "A lot of our clients are either ass virgins or not that experienced," the Boss said. "We have ways to help them... accommodate. Latifa, make a note."

His assistant, who enjoyed watching the opening session where her boss fucked a client, tapped a reminder on her iPhone.

The Boss was enjoying Molly. Unlike some of the older clients that they serviced, her pussy was snug and was stimulating his prick. He started picking up his pace, fucking her with hard, deep strokes. His crotch slapped against Molly's ass, her hanging tits bouncing.

She had always enjoyed fucking in doggy but had never done it where both her and the man were standing. The Boss' ability to get his entire body into his thrusts was primal. She was being fucked hard and deep.

Her mind was feverish and racing ahead to what might happen to her, what types of sex acts she would experience. The Boss' long, thick cock was filling her, fucking her like she had never been filled and fucked.

"Yeah, I can tell you're close," the Boss said, his cock beginning its pre-orgasm throbbing. "You like my big thick cock. You like being fucked. Your sweet pussy walls are milkin' my dick."

His sex talk was pushing her to the brink. Her ass wiggled and she tried to push back against his thrusts.

"AAAHHHH GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG... YESSSSSSS. FFFFUCCCKKK MEEEE. GAAWWWD. CCCCCUMMMMMING."

Molly's screeching words was exactly what he wanted to hear. He thrust his cock deep inside and felt his jizz beginning to boil from his balls. As her pussy spasmed around his prick, he quickly pulled it out just as his hot cream started to spurt. The first rope of sperm landed halfway up her back and his load coated her lower back and her ass.

"You'll get plenty cum inside you this weekend." He rested his quivering cock between her ass cheeks as the final spurts leaked out.

Molly felt her ankles and handcuffs being freed. She was pulled upright; her legs were shaking from her orgasm. She was led from the room. Still blindfolded, she felt completely disoriented. In a minute or so, she heard a door being opened and she was led into a room.

The handcuffs were unlocked, and the blindfold was removed. Her eyes blinked as her vision adjusted to light after darkness.

Her escort was a large, naked black man. There was a bed against one wall and a table with a chair. On the table she noticed a salad, some fruit and several bottles of water.

The man was wearing a mask that covered his upper face. Molly's eyes moved down his body. A long, thick cock dangled between his legs. She immediately wondered how big it would become when erect.

"We suggest that you eat. And drink plenty of water to keep hydrated," his voice was deep. His eyes were scanning her body, and a small smile creased his lips.

"Latifa and Jasmine will come to see you in about 30 minutes." He turned and left the room.

Molly noticed a white silk robe on the bed. She slipped into it and sat down to eat and drink.

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She had no idea how much time had passed but she assumed close to 30 minutes. The door opened and Latifa walked in with another woman. Both were wearing robes like the one Molly had on.

"This is Jasmine." She was a petite Asian with jet black hair that she had pinned up. "How are you doing? I see you've had something to eat and drink. Good for you. You need to keep your strength up."

Latifa punctuated those words with a devilish smile that sent a tingle down Molly's spine.

"You aroused the boss quite a bit. He left a big load of cum on your back. Let's get you cleaned up."

They led Molly from the room to a large shower area with dozens of nozzles. The floor was soft and spongy.

The two women slipped off and hung up their robes. Latifa's ebony body was a sculpture come to life. Her broad, square shoulders tapered to a firm torso, her long legs were trim. Her breasts were small, firm mounds, the nipples were hard. She was shaved. Jasmine was also bare. Her c-cup breasts were high and proud on her chest. Her nipples were also erect.

Molly was frozen. She had enjoyed a few lesbian encounters, and she was starting to think this "shower" was going to have a sexual element.

While Jasmine turned on several of the shower nozzles and adjusted the temperature, Latifa undid the sash on Molly's robe and pushed it off her shoulders then hung it up. Latifa led her to the spray; Jasmine was already enjoying the water. The shower heads were all different. Some had pulsating streams, others were soft mists and others were harder.

The two women hugged Molly, Latifa from behind and Jasmine in front. Jasmine rubbed her firm breasts against Molly's, the nipples teasing together. Molly's suspicions were confirmed.

"Pretty titties," Jasmine said, looking down to see her pubic mound rubbing against Molly's. Latifa was rubbing her breasts over Molly's upper back.

The hugging ended as both women reached for liquid soap and four soft sponges. They soon had Molly lathered up, the sponges stroking all over her body. Molly closed her eyes, and her breathing became ragged. Both women knew exactly how to arouse a female, the sponges squishing against her breasts, stroking her pussy and between her ass cheeks.

Latifa bent her head and locked lips with Molly, who gasped in pleasure as their tongues started to dance and duel. Her muscular thigh pushed between Molly's legs and rubbed against her mound. Jasmine moved behind Molly and began kissing and licking her neck.

The sponges were tossed aside, and the water washed away the fragrant soap suds. Molly was pulled away from the streams and pushed on her back. Latifa pounced, pushing her legs apart. "I love eating a clean pussy."

Molly mewled in pleasure and arousal as Latifa's strong, wide tongue lapped the length of the mound, the tip slightly dividing the quivering labia.

Jasmine was on her side next to Molly, a mouth covering one breast while her hand stroked the other mound. Her tongue tip flicked back and forth over the hard nipple, sending tingles to her pussy. Molly raised her hips and her hands grasped Jasmine's head. "Your mouth... feels so good," she whispered.

Latifa's hands reached under to cup Molly's ass and keep her pussy elevated. Her mouth returned to work. She began to devour the meal she had been offered. Her teeth nipped at the slick labia, her tongue dove as deep as it could, pushing inside to explore. Then her lips moved to the top of the mound, encircling the soft skin surrounding Molly's clit. Latifa sucked all that skin inside her mouth, her tongue tip flicking the sensitive bud.

"MMMMMYYYYYY GAAAAWWWD. SOOOOOO GOOOOOD."

Latifa moved one hand from Molly's ass, the other continuing to support her raised hips. She slipped two fingers inside and expertly twirled and moved them inside the quivering tunnel. Molly closed her eyes and groaned.