Breaking Bernadette
Copyright© 2026 by JDlit71
Chapter 4: Not for Sale
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Not for Sale - Some things are private...until they aren't. With a photographic memory and a body made for using, Bernadette found herself between a rock and a hard place, which was exactly where she wanted to be...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Workplace Cuckold BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Interracial Black Male White Male White Female White Couple Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex
Bernadette’s recurring dream was back again, this time she was lying face down on a table in a doctor’s office. She was naked and surrounded by the doctor and three nurses. Two nurses were male and the other was female. They wore normal scrubs and the doctor looked familiar, but she couldn’t place his name. They were doing something with the back of her neck and her thighs. She was wet as the male nurses were massaging her thighs, which were separated. As she attempted to close her legs, she realized she was strapped down and unable to move any part of her body. The doctor was doing something to the back of her neck, just below the base of her skull, and something was lapping at her pussy. Between the three of them, she was quickly approaching an orgasm that she wasn’t able to stop. As she focused, she realized that the female nurse was licking her pussy and doing a pretty fucking good job of hitting all of her most intimate and sensitive areas, inside and out. The male nurses were kneading her thighs and occasionally probing her ass. It was all working together to bring her to a boil. Just as she erupted, she woke up from the dream, drenched and laying naked face down on her bed with no covers. She had never slept like this before and she could not remember ever waking up in this position. The phone alarm went off at 6:00 am which startled her and snapped her completely out of the dream.
She had set the alarm because it was Sunday and she normally slept in, but she wasn’t interested in finding out the consequences for being late this morning. Last night’s adventures had taken a toll on her and today would probably be more of the same, possibly worse. The stranger had alluded to today being “the real test”, and she wanted to be mentally prepared or at least as much as possible. She pushed the dream aside and began her day.
She quickly showered and realized just how much damage to her back that the encounter with Phillips against the brick wall in the alley had created. She winced as the water hit her open wounds caused by his forceful pounding while he held her against the wall. She particularly noticed the pain at the base of her neck, but she took the pain in stride and cautiously washed the rest of her body. Her stomach was empty and the realization that she never actually got dinner last night reminded her to eat. She finished with her shower and carefully dried off. The next stop was the kitchen as she glanced at the clock and realized she only had 10 minutes to eat. As she was looking at the clock, the burner phone vibrated.
“Time to go to work. Relax, you have an hour before your ensemble arrives. You’ll want to tip the carrier so don’t get dressed. He doesn’t take cash or card, but he does do “lip service” so make this first one memorable”
She barely had time to process the message before another text came almost immediately. It was a picture of her on her knees in the alley sucking Phillips. Then she noticed that the text was sent to the burner and one other number. She didn’t recognize it, but assumed it belonged to Phillips. She figured nobody else would care and that was most likely the last time she’d see him. He was probably just a cog in the wheel of the stranger.
She finished her breakfast and decided to do some more digging into her history on the internet. She hadn’t given up on solving the mystery of who the stranger was. Her search got her sidetracked several times as videos of joggers and women alone in parking garages kept popping up. This made her pussy tingle and she found herself inadvertently rubbing her clit since she was already naked. The time flew by and she jumped when the doorbell rang. She braced herself as much as she mentally could and walked to the door, still naked.
She opened the door and found herself face to face with her neighbor Tom. They were equally surprised, which was evident by the astonished looks on both their faces as she opened the door without looking through her peep hole.
“Well, um, good morning Bernadette,” Tom stammered. “I uh, found this box outside my door, but it’s addressed to you. So, um...”
Tom stood staring at Bernadette’s tits with his mouth wide open and his tongue visibly hanging out. Bernadette was beyond embarrassed and it showed as her face turned a shade darker than her red hair.
“Thank you Tom. I’ll take it from here,” Bernadette said as she turned and attempted to close the door.
She hadn’t realized that Tom had stuck his shoe between the door and the frame as she attempted to slam it shut.
“Ouch! Mother F– sorry,” Tom stopped himself from finishing his sentence. “I mean, shouldn’t I get something for giving you that? I could’ve just kept it you know?”
“Oh. I’m sorry, Tom. How rude of me. Let me just get dressed and I’ll–”
“You don’t need to get dressed, you just need to get on your knees and thank me properly, slut!” Tom said in an authoritative tone. “I hadn’t realized that you were a free use slut? So you’re bound to do whatever I say, right?”
“What? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Tom. I mean you’ve already seen me naked now, but beyond that–”
“Beyond that you have to do whatever I say, Bernadette! That keyhole symbol on the back of your neck tells me everything I need to know. Just get on your knees and suck me like a good slave,” Tom ordered as he stepped inside her apartment.
Bernadette stood stunned at Tom’s behavior. She had known him for a few years, although mostly just in passing to and from her apartment. His apartment was next door and she had never heard so much as a peep from between the walls. He always seemed like a genuinely good person who never bothered her or anyone else.
He closed the door and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees and pulled out his cock. He was very long and thick and uncut. He stood waiting for her to start. She reached up and took hold of his cock and began stroking him.
“No hands whore! Lip service is all you need,” Tom demanded. “Use your hands to offer up those big titties to me and maybe I’ll pinch those big nipples.”
Bernadette took this as the “ensemble” from the text, although one person does not an ensemble make. She released his cock and took him in her mouth as she grabbed her tits from underneath and held them up for his approval. He kept his hands on his hips and jutted his dick out for full access with her mouth. She worked her head back and forth as she sucked his cock from tip to base, sliding her tongue out and lapping his balls when she was able. She was still trying to understand deep throating and Tom was a good practice volunteer, but he wasn’t patient. He grabbed her head and began feeding her his dick to his liking and she tried her best to keep up.
“You ever sucked an uncut before slut?” Tom asked as he pulled out to let her answer.
“No sir,” she gulped, “but I’m always willing to learn. Is there something different I need to do for you sir?”
“Yeah. Use your tongue to roll the skin back and then roll your tongue around the head. That’s what I like, but no hands! Only lips and tongue!” he demanded.
She leaned forward and used her tongue to slide between his foreskin and the head of his cock. She was instantly reminded of the trick she used to do in high school with the stem of a maraschino cherry. She could tie the stem into a square knot using only her tongue, teeth, and the roof of her mouth. The football players went crazy when she did it and between that and her big tits, she was always extremely popular with the boys.
She quickly made Tom moan as she filled his request and within two minutes he was cumming down her throat by holding her head between his hands. She swallowed his jizz with a notable gulp and smiled up at him. Then she remembered his peculiar statement about “free use”.
“Sir? May I ask a question?” Beth asked as Tom zipped his pants and turned to leave.
“Maybe. What’s the question you dumb cunt?” Tom asked, clearly playing the role of the dom to his sub.
“What is the term you used? Free Use? What does that mean? I’ve never heard it before,” Bernadette asked politely.
“You can look it up on the web, but that keyhole on the back of your neck is what told me that I could do whatever I wanted to with you. Which reminds me, I expect you to be ready for me and my friends to use any day I decide. That’s one of the perks of knowing that you’re a free use slut. Maybe we’ll see your slutty ass tomorrow,” Tom said as he left, leaving the door wide open for anyone passing by to see Bernadette, naked and still on her knees.
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