Lusty Lee Logs 11: 15

By Jason Pinaster

GREAT DEAL: All 32 Lusty Lee stories are now in one low-priced volume: Lusty Lee: The Entire Logs.

In this partial box set, the Cyber Culprit has ventured into the political realm by posting a video of a female leadership candidate being ravaged by a big black man. Catching her rival in a honeypot is Lee’s countermeasure in Scandal.

In Log 12, Lee lures Michael to her apartment where they kiss and kiss and...

Rum Balls are for eating, or, in Log 13, for mashing on Lee’s nude body...

When a Judge’s compromising position is caught on camera in Log 14, Lee visits the massage parlor in question and enjoys a Nuru massage at the hands of a big bodied woman.

Log 15 is a time for celebration when the Cyber Culprit is identified as a prominent political aide. Michael celebrates by pouring pudding down Lee’s panties. And then there’s the strawberry...

GREAT DEAL: All 32 Lusty Lee stories are now in one low-priced volume: Lusty Lee: The Entire Logs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Mar 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370788514

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Box Set 3: Lusty Lee Logs 11 – 15 by Jason Pinaster Copyright 2017

Previously:

Lusty Lee Box Set 1: Prequel through Log 5

Lusty Lee Box Set 2: Logs 6 through 10 with bonus Log 7a

The logs are projected to number 30 (six groups of five segments). Each segment will have a cover with the same bikini or lingerie top and its corresponding box set will feature the same model displaying the matching bikini or lingerie bottom.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2016; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

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Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

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Fiction: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely and entirely coincidental and not intended by the author. In short: this story is not about you, anyone you know, or about the acts or omissions of anyone living or dead.

Cover credits: The lady in the multicolored bikini top is Vanessa photographed by Albert Thomas (swo81 on Flickr) and her images were used either pursuant to a Creative Commons licence or by direct, not to mention generous, permission. All photoshopping was done by me.

Table of Contents

11 Scandal

12 Michael

13 Rum Balls

14 Massage

15 The Aide

11 Scandal

We were in one of Michael’s law firm boardrooms attempting to track the source of the Cyber Culprit’s latest posting. More of a rant than a posting. But this rant was laced with threats to ‘raise the stakes’. Eric was typing frantically on Michael’s laptop. Michael was the lawyer who’d retained us to track down the Cyber Culprit. Eric, my assistant, was nerd-in-chief.

Eric’s typing slowed. He made a few more keystrokes and then pushed Michael’s laptop away. Eric ruefully shook his head. Michael sighed, slowly lifted himself off his chair and left the room with his laptop.

Eric started to rise but I pushed him back down into his chair.

Spill, I told him. I want to know everything you and Peter were talking about. I had caught Eric talking to Peter, my former long-term lover. My assistant had been dodging my queries ever since.

Eric filled his lungs, began to exhale, then stopped. He admitted to his use of porn, to the fact that he cheated on you while you were together. But mostly he was wailing like a baby about how he had been a fool to think he could ever find anyone better than you.

Are you telling me that he wants to get back together?!?

Eric nodded. Sheepishly.

Me and Peter? Memories of all the good times flooded into my consciousness. How safe and secure it had felt in his powerful arms. How would we reconcile? Could we reconcile? What would our relationship look like if I took him back? That sounded good, ‘if I took him back’. But would the power dynamics really work. Would—

Michael burst back into the room, slid his laptop over to us and pointed to the screen. This is what he meant by raising the stakes. Despite his rushed discomfiture, Michael’s pinstriped suit, Armani tie and custom-tailored shirt remained exactly in place.

The Cyber Culprit’s new postings were of photographs of a female politician and texts indicating that she liked to be held in bondage and ravaged by big black men. The photos showed her in skimpy bikinis, nude, and tied in knots shibari style. Her face was by turns defiant, submissive or exultant. Most exultant when covered in semen. There was a picture of her binding the balls and erect penis of one the black men to ensure that his erection would last as long as she desired.

A lesser man would have been reeling under the Cyber Culprit’s latest onslaught, but Michael remained in control. Masculine, powerful. Nevertheless, his blue eyes were glimmering from the excitement bubbling within his laser-sharp mind. And his mouth was set hard. Game on! I felt a stirring between my thighs.

The Cyber Culprit’s posting had included a video of the female politician provoking a large black man. She was dressed in a red silk blouse, red miniskirt, red hose and even redder stiletto high heels. Even with her high heels, the man was a head taller than she was. And he outweighed her by at least half. His only clothing was a white thong.

She slapped his face. He remained motionless, silent. Her blow had failed to move his head even a millimeter.

Bitch, she hissed.

He remained impassive.

She pinched his nipples and twisted. Pussy! she almost shouted.

He ignored her.

"Black man not man enough fuck white cunt?"

She gave an extra twist to his nipples, then pulled her right hand back to slap him across his face.

But this time he grabbed her wrist and her body shuddered to a halt. After a heartbeat, he released her, giving her a gentle shove back. She stumbled, recovered, removed her shoes and threw them at his face. He swatted the shoes aside, shattering one against the wall.

She picked the shattered shoe up and held it to his face with her left hand. You bastard! She beat her right fist against his chest, repeating You bastard! You bastard! with each blow.

After only a few moments, she was out of breath. She stepped back and flung the shoe aside.

Then she took a step forward and grabbed his crotch fully. You’re not a man—you’re a pussy. She squeezed.

He ignored her as long as he could, but finally even her small hand was able to exert enough pressure to demand relief. He tried to pry her hand loose, but she hung on tightly. He yelped with pain, let go of her hand and slapped her hard across her face, knocking her to the floor. She laid there, stunned for a moment, her long blonde hair in disarray, her legs spread wide to reveal black garters holding up her red hose, the black slit of her thong in the middle.

She stared up at him with malevolent intent, her eyes challenging him, her smile relishing what was sure to come next.

He pulled her up by her hair. You little bitch.

How dare you! She struggled to slap his face, but he was holding her too far away.

He released her hair and took a step back. You should leave now.

Instead she rushed at him swinging wildly for his face. He blocked her blows, then one landed. She dropped her hands. "You don’t tell me when to leave, bitch." She reached for his crotch.

But he intercepted her hands, grabbed her breasts and shoved her back against the wall. He squeezed and twisted so hard and that two of the buttons on her blouse popped off, revealing a black bra underneath her blouse. Her nipples puckered beneath the almost transparent material. He ripped her blouse to shreds and flung it away.

That was a thousand dollar blouse, bitch!

He bent down, ripped off her skirt and then ripped off his thong revealing a very large and very erect cock.

For a moment, but only for a moment, she was silent. You wouldn’t dare! she screamed. But the smile on her lips made if crystal clear that she very much hoped that he would dare. She spread her legs revealing the outline of her sex underneath her sheer panties.

Michael pressed the spacebar and the video stopped. I looked into the politician’s eyes, into her unabashed longing for the ravishment which was about to be inflicted on her. Yesterday her life had been full of potential. Now she, Judy Bell—at last I’d finally remembered her name—was just one more woman who would never be Prime Minster.

Michael pushed the laptop towards Eric. Can you trace this? he asked.

Eric pulled the laptop close and began madly typing.

I took out my phone, found the video and fast-forwarded to the spot where the politician, or rather the now former politician had spread her legs. You’ll never be more than Mandingo, my slave! she taunted, You—

His hand on her neck chokes off her insult. She slaps towards his cock, but he parries her blow and smacks his hand up against her crotch. She grimaces in pain, her eyes shut. She slumps to her knees and he grabs her head. When she opens her eyes, he pulls her mouth to his cock and forces her to swallow him deeply.

When he’s had enough, he shoves her head back and pulls her up by her hair, forcing her to stand on tiptoes. "You’re my slave now," he hisses.

Never!

He reaches down and pulls her panties up into her crotch until they’re a thin strand of black between curls of blonde hair. Submit, slave. His voice is harsh, rumbling.

She bites her lips and nods.

He pulls her to the floor, spreads her legs, pushes her panties to one side and fucks her vigorously. She screams and pounds her fists against his chest. He ignores her and plows her cunt with reckless abandon.

Then they shudder in screaming unison.

His thrusts slow and he flops down beside her. She lifts herself up and climbs on top of him. Judy