Slave Duty
My mobile beeped and the SMS message simply said 6pm... I recognised the sender and knew what was being demanded so I sent a message back ‘Yes Mistress’...
At 6pm I was standing at her front door... I rang the doorbell and soon she opened the door wearing sunglasses and a black dress... she did not speak... she simply turned around and I followed her into the house... I took off my shoes and put them by the door... she then walked into the living room with me close behind... the curtains were drawn but there was enough light to see... she pointed to the floor in front of the arm chair... so I kneeled on the carpet... a blindfold was laying on the armchair... I picked it up and covered my eyes...
A few minutes later she came back and sat in front of me... I could hear her making herself comfortable in the armchair... and it sounded as if she had spread her legs hooking one leg over one of armrests so presumably the white dress was now hooked up to her waist...
I felt a hand pulling my head forward until my face was between her thighs... slowly I leaned to one side and started to kiss down the inside of her thigh until my nose came to rest at the edge of her undies... I then started on the other side again kissing slowly until I reached her undies again... her undies were stretched tight across her waiting pussy... I could feel its heat on my face as I nuzzled my nose and mouth against the material....
With my tongue I started to lick up and down each side of the undies... slowly using my hand to lift the edge of the material so that my tongue could move over her moist pussy lips... slowly I licked those lips from the bottom to the top... again and again each time sliding my tongue a little deeper between them... until my tongue was pushed deep into her delicious wetness... I probed and probed until she pushed me back with her hand... at which point she quickly whipped off her undies... and I could hear her throw them on the floor...
She sat back... spreading her legs again... she pulled my head forward and I resumed my servicing... her pelvis tilted up now so that I could access her tight rosebud beneath her wetness... plunging my tongue deep between her pussy lips... lapping the inside of her pussy... then taking it out and alternately flicking my tongue across her clit and her rosebud... she gave a long moan... a signal that I understood...
Prior to meeting I had been told exactly how my mistress wanted to be serviced... and once she moaned I knew that she wanted my fingers to push inside her whilst my mouth was surrounding her clit... her hands held her knees high and wide... her wetness running down my fingers... my mouth gently sucked her mound... whilst my tongue slowly flicked across her clit... suddenly her pussy squeezed... the wetness increased and she let out a series of long deep moans... eventually she slumped back in the chair... eyes closed...’enough’ she said... that was my cue to go... my services no longer required... ‘Yes I replied’...
I quietly stood and turned around... removed the blindfold and went to the hall... put on my shoes and left through the front door... I could still taste and smell her wetness on my face... my cock was hard in my trousers... I wondered what she looked like behind her sunglasses... I drove away content and satisfied that I had performed my slave duty... until next time
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| Mistress in the House
I have 3 males cleaning my house naked. They have been given special tasks to perform after they have cleaned their allocated room.
The Red Room is where the whips, rack and canes are kept. The Blue Room is where all the dildos and strap ons are kept. The Green Room is where the the King Single round bed is kept. Each male has been given a room that they must clean and each week they are given a different room.
We will call the males 1 2 3 Submissive Sluts for hire. So when they are finished they line up for inspection and then they are graded for their work. I always carry a nice cane with me for anyone who is particularly sluggish in their lack of enthusiasm in cleaning.
5 Smacks for Disobedience and Not cleaning to my standards. Oh what a joy to spank a norty sub makes my body awaken with joy.
Now they are all lined up and are given sexual tasks, 1 is to suck 2 and and 3 is to fuck 2. For my pleasure. They are graded and are each given a room colour. Again this is for my pleasure.
Now the door bell rings and I go to it. Where by Mr Bell we will call him comes into house with full leather gear on and face mask. He is going to be in the Red room and quickly is given his orders and sits in obedience on a chair in the Red Room.
The door bell rings and there is a french maid sissy boy and a muscle bound weight builder dressed in all leathers. I usher them in and they begin to dress me for the play that is to begin........
1 2 and 3 have been happily doing as they were told for grading and now I stop them. 1 goes into red room, 2 goes into green room and 3 goes into blue room.
There awaiting my pleasure are the tools of my trade and an assistant. 1 is now commanded to be shackled for spanking and Mr Bell has cane in hand. 1 has his balls bound and his nipples clamped with pegs so that I can twist them for my devious infliction.
I give Mr Bell permission to spank No 1 10 wacks till I come back into the room. Mr Bell is then to suck No 1 cock till he blows all over his face. With each wack no 1 is moaning and his cock starts to dribble with excitement of the next wack. He will have to clean up all the mess with his tongue.
2 now is being laid on the big king size bed with sissy boy and he is giving sissy boy a blow job as he sucks he is sliding a nice finger in his arse. I am pleased that he is building my no 2 up for a great blow. Of which he will have to lick clean.
3 is now in the dildo room and begin strapped to a leather horse which has a nice 8 inches of rubber dildo on it. He is swung back and forth as Mr Muscle is now gearing up for a nice fucking.
The play begins and I go from room to room to see if my sluts are performing as to their upmost. I notice that Sissy Boy is not sucking to my liking so I move into the room and bid him to stop. He is bent over a chair and given 5 smacks that makes his arse nice and red.
He thanks me and asks for permission to suck a nice big cock for my pleasure. I agree and he begins his task again for my pleasure. I move to another room where 3 has now Mr Muscle bent over a nice big chair as he fucks his arse with a 7 inch vibrator. Mr Muscle thanks me for his fucking as No 3 kneels for his grading of enthusiasm.
I sit in my leather chair at the front of the room and now I command Mr Muscle to stand and partake in my sweet hard clit as he takes it in his mouth my body shudders at his expert sucking. I command 3 to continue fucking Mr Muscle as he begins to make my clit swollen. How wet I begin to get it is flowing all over number 3's tongue.
I can hear the moaning from the other rooms and I am now close to squirting all over number 3's tongue and it is such a growing sensation all the way up my body as my nipples are erect my body now starts to shake from the growing orgasm. Number 3 offers a suggestion and bows that he using a 8 inch vibrator on my wet pussy and I agree because I want number 3 to lick the vibrator clean. He begins again and my orgasm is quickly reached with a shudder.
Number 3 is commanded to lick my vibrator clean and then continue to fuck Mr Muscle with it and as he does he is to suck his cock.
The play continues and there are more scenarios of fucking and sucking as each takes their turn in the red, blue and green rooms.
So to end what would have been a wonderful night we are all gathered in the green room where there lined up along with wall are instruments of play. The instruments are covered by a curtain but they have to pick a number 1 2 and 3.
But that is another story and another nights play..
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| My Dominant Fantasy
I am bored one sunday afternoon and decide to meet up with a friend to have some lunch. We are sitting at a cafe near the beach watching the waves roll in and I decide to pick all the men that I would like to be my slave for the day. We are laughing and drinking and there is a man sitting behind us listening to all we are saying not noticing him we continue our devilish senario of who we would strip tie up on the rack and make my bitch. Then the man sitting behinds us says if we are interested he has a unit and we live out our fantasy for the afternoon. I am surprised but my clit is throbbing at the idea of binding this man to a wooden horse and fucking him with a nice big strap on.
We follow Jack as we now him now as to this unit and as we walk in we are hit by the room lit by candles and red drapes lining the walls. The room is darkened so that we cannot see what is behind all those drapes.
My friend Simon and I are handed flute glasses with champagne. A toast to what is to come says Jack. I curious as to what all those drapes are hiding and I ask, to my surprise there was a treasure trove of goodies that I can play with along with wooden horse and the wrack waiting for me to enjoy.
So now I am lead into a room where I am shown a closet full of clothes that are made from latex and leather. I am allowed to wear anything. Stockings, boots, whips to my liking and now the fun begins.
I dress in a short leather skirt, with black lace bodice with trims of red. I have cum fuck me boots on all the way up to my neatly trimmed pussy. I am wearing latex gloves and I now have a cane in my hand. I am now ready to leave out my dream.
I walk out and kneeling on the ground is simon as he crawls up naked with a studded collar and on a leash nailed to the wall he kisses my boots as he says. Mistress I am your slave please do with me as you wish.
Jack is dressed in a hood with g string and his cock and balls are bound. I am seated in a chair made for a Mistress high backed and all leather. I now command Jack to tie simon to the wrack facing me and suck his cock. He readily agrees and simon is quickly moaning and begging for his release.
I want simon to feel what it is like to wait for his precious orgasm. So i bind him to a wood horse and make him take my nice 8 inches of strap on. I lube up the dildo and begin to slide it into him as he is told not to speak. I could do this for hours and as I am rocking I command Jack to come up behind me and start to lick my arse. His tongue is long and he spreads my cheeks and drives it deep.
We are locked in a fucking motion as my clit is tingling for attention. I stop fucking simon and untie him and lead him to the rack once again. He is tied face to the wall as I take my cane and smack his tender arse, he winces and thanks me. He gets 2 more for speaking without having permission.
Jack is told that he is now to fuck Simon with his 9 inches of cock for my pleasure. He unties simon and makes him bend over the bed and begins to drive his huge thick cock deep into simon, with every thrust simon arse is being spread as jack begins to pick up the pace his balls fill and he now is asking me for his release. I make him pound simon as he fills his arse with hot thick cum.
Simon is made to suck jack so that he gets every drop as his arse is dripping from all that hot thick liquid. Jacks cock is now hard again and ready for round 2. I am now ready for jack to suck on my clit. I sit on my chair and command Jack to now lick my swollen clit and lips as my already wet pussy was in need of attention.
I am quickly bought to orgasm and now am in control of what I would like to do next......
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| Thief in the Night
The night was hot and sticky, almost unbearable, as she wished once again that she had not left her fan behind at her parents' house. Her nightgown clung to her body, reminding her constantly of the overbearing weight of the heat. It also reminded her about how long she had been without sex. Here she was, in her first apartment and on her own after years spent battling parents and overbearing boyfriends, and all she could think about was sex. True, she enjoyed the quiet of her apartment overlooking the river, especially the way the mist rose off of its surface every morning. She didn't appreciate the humidity that came along with it right now, as she tossed and turned in bed. She felt wet and sticky all over. Whether from the heat or arousal, she couldn't begin to guess.
She had lost her virginity on a night like this, in her first boyfriend's dorm room. It was all sweat and out-of-place limbs and awkwardness after a pitifully brief five minutes of foreplay where he pawed at her breasts and gave sloppy wet kisses. She had to help him put on a condom and endure his misguided thrusts, until he came all too rapidly inside of her. He withdrew quickly and promptly fell asleep, spent for the night and unaware that his actions had only awakened, not slaked her lust. The whole thing left her rather cynical about sex, and she was rather relieved when he didn't ask her to do it again.
It was nothing like her fantasies, where her strong, dream lover would slowly, tortuously stimulate every inch of her body, licking and flicking his tongue and making her squirm and arch her back in her need, continuing even after she had begged him to make her cum, make her release that horrible flaming need inside of her.
She lay there, thinking distracted thoughts about sex and desire when she was sure she heard the screen door faintly screech as it opened on its track. She glanced up at what she though was a locked door, but saw nothing unusual. Moonlight streamed in through the screen door and windows, illuminating her lying on the bed.
She had to admit that as much as the idea of a rapist scared her, somewhere inside her it was exciting. Faint, indistinct visions of the scene filled her mind, making her squirm slightly. But knowing the calibre of guys who were into rape, she would rather jump into the river first than have anything to do with them. It was the kind of thing done in dark alleys, dirty and degrading and often leading in death. It was every woman's greatest fear, to be stripped and taken with haste by a huge, filthy hairy cock of some unwashed male. Who would ever want a thing like that? She sighed and turned once again on her back, sighing and looking up at the faintly moonlit white ceiling.
The black form took her by surprise. She realized that she was completely, neatly pinned by him. It. Something One strong hand held her hands over her head while the other ripped off her nightgown and panties. She suddenly could feel that it was a he, based on his gigantic erection pressing against her thigh. While strong, he was not very large, wiry and thin, but weighty.
He reeked strongly of desire and something infinitely wild but not entirely unpleasant. All of this faintly registered in her head as he crushed his mouth upon hers, hot and intense. He started playing with her left breast, tweaking her nipple cruelly and rolling it between his fingers until they unwontedly grew hard. She gasped. This was enough for him to gain access to her mouth with his tongue, which he thrust into her mouth repeatedly. She knew that in only a few minutes he would be doing the same thing to her pussy with his cock. She woke up then, as if from a stupor. No, she didn't want this, as good as it felt. She tried to struggle against him, but he simply held her hands tighter and ran his nails down the length of her side, to her knee. She surprised even herself when her hips bucked against his. She couldn't believe this was happening.
She couldn't believe how wet she was. Her thighs were damp with more than the humidity. He seemed very aware of this fact, as her removed his mouth from hers and set to biting and licking her nipples. His hand moved deftly from her thigh to her pussy, which he spread open wide with a thigh. She dully thought she should have stopped him, but instead was caught up in moaning in pleasure. His free hand trailed slowly, teasingly through her pubic hair, slipping a long finger into her dripping slit. He rubbed her clit deftly and hard, making her gasp as small sparks of pleasure exploded in her vision. This was only momentary, as he slipped his finger farther back, arching in the tight depths of her pussy and pushing repeatedly and hard on her g-spot, while his thumb continued his assault on her clit, rubbing in a circular motion that made her clit swell. She thrashed against him as she came, hard, gasping for breath as her eyes rolled up into her head. It was as if a huge bomb of sweetness had exploded in her, making her unable to do nothing but lose herself in the intensity of the feeling.
As she gradually came down from her plateau, she realized that her captor hadn't slackened his pace on either her nipples or her clit, and horrified but incredibly amazed she could feel herself becoming aroused again. She had never been able to do this, even when she brought herself to completion. Maybe it was that she never tried. And this stranger was hell-bent on having her achieve another orgasm, one just as intense. His hips too rocked more forcefully, his kisses along her neck grew fiercer, and his grip on her tightened, his nails faintly digging into her flesh.
Nothing before prepared her for what happened next. He instantly released her arms, but each arm took hold of an ankle, raising them high into the air and revealing her swollen, hot pussy to him. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and rammed it hard into her, impaling her on the length of him. He took his pleasure forcefully; slamming each time into what she was sure he knew was her g-spot, making her cries out despite herself. It was brutal and it
hurt, but she had never screamed so hard in her life. He thrust on and on, what seemed like forever to her, his cock sliding effortlessly into her pussy and his body pressing her legs into her chest. He occasionally nipped at her neck and breasts, and she found herself giving back every thrust she received.
The feeling hit her like a tidal wave. She saw lights and then darkness, her whole body clenching and then unclenching. She felt him stiffen above her and then release a torrent of seed into her. He lay with her a few seconds, panting, before fleeing silently into the
night. The night's exertions had taken its toll and she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning she woke up very, very sore and rather cold. She looked down to find herself covered by bite and scratch marks, and her thighs damp with cum. It simply couldn't be. It must have been a rapist of some kind, the sick pervert. She would never respond to such treatment. It was barbaric. It was brutal. It was decidedly hot. But she checked all of the windows and doors, finding them all locked from the inside. No one could have been inside her apartment.
She turned to get her glasses off of the nightstand, when a small, elegant sheet of paper caught her eye.
Written in a style that had lost popularity two hundred years before, the paper had written on it, "I will be back"
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She sighed and paced her room, examining the piece of paper, holding up to the light, smelling it. It definitely was real. But her midnight guest had not come for the past month. She had waited up the next night with baited breath; waiting for what she was sure was going to be a second assault. Near daybreak she relieved her tension herself, conflictingly ashamed and relieved. Every part of her was embarrassed, thinking about it. She knew friends who had legitimately gotten raped, had seen how they suffered, and she felt guilty that it turned her on so much. She was a feminist; she should not have liked having a thing...a man take control of her and use her for his own pleasure. She should have hated him for the scratches, as they stung and slowly healed. Instead she was disappointed every morning when she awoke after a full night's sleep.
Of course she had made no mention of the events of that night to her friends. It was too complicated, too unlikely, too taboo. It was incredibly kinky. Her friends would be shocked and embarrassed at such a debauchery. They noticed the sparkle in her eye, and the rosiness in her cheeks, and inquired who she had laid, who the new man was. She could only play innocent with them, pretending that it was just the nice summer weather.
She paced, sighed and laid down, wishing that her lover was real, that he was not just a figment of her imagination or possibly an intense dream.
he had just fallen into the realm between waking and sleeping when she felt large, strong hands grab her and drag her out of bed onto the floor. She was forced to her knees as one hand held her hands above her, while the other grabbed the back of her head, forcing it forward. She struggled hard as his hot, long dick touched her lips, realizing he meant for her to suck on it. The thought revolted her and she attempted to turn her head. He simply held her hands tighter and held her nose. When she gasped for breath, he rammed his cock into her mouth, forcing her initially to gag as she took him deep into her mouth. She could see little, despise the light of the full moon, and was overwhelmed by that same wild musky odour from before, emanating from the hair at his crotch. It was intoxicating, making her slightly light-headed as she breathed with her nose. She suddenly realized that she was enjoying this, slurping and sucking his hard dick with wild abandon, feeling it ram into her throat and violate her mouth. She began sucking harder and was rewarded with a groan from him.
In a cloud of self-satisfaction, she did not notice when he withdrew from her and drew her up sharply. He pinned her to his body and began tweaking her nipples and licking delicately, then harder just behind her right ear. She squirmed, which only lead to a long scrape of nails along her side. He played her masterfully, nipping, licking, tweaking and scratching her all over. He played with her pubic hair, first barely touching it, and then running his nails up her mound roughly. She squirmed beneath him, begging at first for it to stop, then for him to please fuck her, hard. He disregarded all of her pleas; despite the trickle of wetness she could feel run down her leg. Her hips bucked in arousal and her body writhed as he continued down between her thighs, running a finger in her slit. He played with her clit masterfully, twirling it between his fingers, twisting and tweaking it, while using his other hand to play with her breast. She ground her as into his erection behind her, feeling the heat of it as it rubbed against her crack, inches from her asshole. Her entire body tensed up, tight as a bowstring before something snapped inside of her, making her tremble and spasm.
She was still in a haze when he roughly pushed her up against her dresser, scattering the items on it and forcing her to lean over until her breasts touched the cool wooden surface. This made her feel more vulnerable than before, because she knew exactly what he was going to do. More importantly, she was almost anticipating it. His hand roughly grabbed her neck, shoving her cheek onto the surface of the wood, where she could faintly see him behind her, reflected in the mirror. He was a shadowy figure, a silhouette against the moonlit room, with no discernible features, just a long, lean, muscled body. What surprised her most was the combination of roughness and tenderness, as he both held on tightly to her neck and gently stroked behind her ear with his fingers, making the hairs on her head rise up. His thighs pressed up against hers, radiating a heat that reflected the burning warmth of his cock against her bottom. He had her neatly pinned, unable to move except for a bit of inconsequential flailing with her arms.
With his free hand, he guided the tip of his cock along the lips of her pussy, briefly stopping at the opening of her anus. She was sure he was going to take her like that and dug into the surface of the dresser with her nails, her eyes squinted shut and preparing for the assault. Instead, he guided his cock downward again along her pussy, rubbing it against her clit. She lost herself in the rhythm of it, pressing herself against his cock, especially when he only gently rubbed it against her, teasingly.
Sensing her distraction, he tightened his grip on her neck, grabbed his cock and rammed it suddenly into her pussy. To her embarrassment, it was a low moan and not a cry of protest that escaped from her mouth. This only seemed to excite his lust, as his thrusts became faster and harder, plunging deep into her pussy and causing his balls to flap against her pussy. His nails left long bloody trails down her side although she barely noticed. She had never known anything to feel as good as that fucking. The way he thrust into her, so thick and slick, hitting that elusive g-spot, making her shudder. She was unable to think, unable to do anything more than hold on. She even found herself fighting the orgasm, wanting to savour the moment. She needed this fucking, she needed it so badly. The combination of one last, deep thrust and his cum shooting inside of her was enough to drive her over the edge. She convulsed, her pussy clenching around his cock and her fingers digging into wood and a scream of pleasure stuck in her throat.
She blinked at the sun in her eyes, sat up and realized that she was naked and sprawled out next to her dresser. Exhausted and sore, she dragged herself to bed to sleep for two hours before work.
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| Strippers turn cum slut
At first glance Crystal wasn't any different than any other girl you'd expect to see next door. The more you watched her the more you were drawn to her. At 5 foot 2 she was a little shorter than other girls but her body made up for any differences. She had long straight black hair that stretched halfway down her back, full perky 36 C breasts and a tight muscular little ass that was always straining to get out of her low riding jeans. She was a very sensual person who knew what she liked and knew how to get it. Being a very sexually experienced person, Crystal had her fair share of partners and was always willing to experiment sexually.
However, Crystal has a fetish that separates her apart from the rest of the girls. When she was 19 she dated a 30 year old who would revolutionize her sexually. Her boyfriend always insisted that she swallow when giving head. Although she had done it before, it was nothing that was done on a regular basis. It was never anything that neither turned her on nor gave her any physical pleasure. However, after doing it on a regular basis with him she grew accustomed to it and started giving head just to swallow his load. She had swallowed other guys' sperm before but his was different, it had the perfect blend of taste and texture. The cum from her earlier boyfriends was either really runny or smelled like sweat, but his cum was thick, and left a sweet salty taste lingering in her mouth. The smell was intoxicating as well; after he finished cumming in her mouth she would often squeeze that last drop out of his shaft so that she could rub it on her lips. You see; Crystal was developing a fetish for cum, not just swallowing it but playing games with it as well.
Her boyfriend shared her passion for his cum and was equally aroused by the sight of his semen dripping off her chin. The only problem, which is often the case for all men, was that once he came he instantly lost the passion he had prior to cumming. As with all things, he figured out a way around it. He would lie on his back and masturbate right up to edge of orgasm. If he stopped stroking before his cock started flexing, his cum would just flow out into a puddle on his stomach. It wasn't a full orgasm but it was enough to drain his balls and keep the pre-cum passion. This requires some practice and can actually be done by any man. The trick is to stop masturbating at the right moment. After his cum would drain onto his stomach she would mount him and play with the cum on his stomach while she fucked him. While she was riding him she would either pick his cum up with her fingers and eat it or she would smear it all over her clit. Sometimes instead of just swallowing it all she would leave a little bit on her tongue, lean down and give her boyfriend a very passionate cum filled kiss. She didn't do this often because it usually pushed him over the edge giving him a full orgasm thus pulling the passion out of him.
One day they decided they would forgo the usual fuck and swallow and play a game. He would provide some cum for her and she would find a way to make someone else eat it. He presented his cock to her which she immediately grabbed and savagely sucked his cock. She fought hard not to swallow but instead jacked him off into her hand when the time had come. Crystal dipped her finger in the puddle of cum and rubbed it around her areolas and all over her nipples. Making sure she spread generous amounts of the cum evenly over each areola she then blew on her nipples until a white crust appeared. After all of his cum had been applied it dried into a thick crust and she then sprayed body perfume on her chest to cover up any evidence of the salty treat. This instantly turned her on, the thought of some unsuspecting guy licking cum off her nipples made a wet spot form on her white thong. After the bra was in place she finished getting dressed and left for work.
As soon as she got to work she began to scope the floor out for her special someone. Sitting in the corner was a guy in his mid 20's sitting alone, there couldn't have been for a more perfect time or place. She causally walked over to him and sat right across his lap; his khaki pants only made things easier for her. She knew exactly what to do; men were like a light switch to her. As soon as she felt his cock shift she shifted in his lap so that her pussy was right on top of his hardening cock. She asked if he would like a half price lap dance and then whispered in his ear that she wanted him to cum while grinding him. It didn't take but a second before he was waving a 20 dollar bill and she was straddling him. She made sure she spread her legs far enough apart so that her clit was directly rubbing against his rock hard cock. With one hand she reached around and untied the string holding her top on. As soon as the string was pulled down both her tits sprung free from their cups and fell out of the bottom of the top. When he saw her tits bouncing up and down in rhythm with her grinding he started bucking his hips matching her movements. While she was grinding her pussy against his cock she wondered what his cum was like and how much of it was waiting in his balls.
With the thought of fresh cum consuming her she felt her first orgasm building. The excited look in his eyes and breathing told her that he was going to be cumming any second. First she looked around to make sure no one was looking and then she cupped her right tit with one hand and put her left hand behind his head. She pulled his head straight into her breast and he instinctively welcomed her cum glazed nipple with an open mouth. As his tongue cleaned her nipple of the dried cum her body rocked with one of the most intense orgasms she's ever had. Halfway through her convulsions she felt his cock start to flex which caused her to meet his convulsions with her own. He sucked harder each time he came only causing her to roll right into another orgasm. His sucking increased to the point where it was starting to hurt so she had to pull her ravaged nipple out of his mouth. After the spasm stopped she looked down at her crotch and saw a huge wet stain on his pants, her thong had already started soaking up his cum. It's a good thing there were more outfits in the back.
Before she got off him she reached down into his pants and felt his wet cock. It had been a while since she felt another mans cum and wanted to see what she had been missing. She squeezed the last drop out of his cock and pulled her hand out to inspect it. It was dark in the corner but the flicker of the strobe lights revealed a shiny fluid running down her fingers. Her palm was slick with his cum and there was a single rope of beaded cum hanging off her thumb. She quickly lowered the rope of cum onto her tongue before anyone could see what she was doing. His eyes grew wide when she smiled and dragged the stream of cum along her lips with her tongue. Her swollen nipple was licked clean and the only evidence of her boyfriends cum had been devoured by this total stranger. With a wink she stood up and went straight to the bathroom to clean up. She took her thong off and used it to wipe the juices off that were running down here thighs. A wave of fire shot through her body when she brought the thong to her mouth and inhaled the aroma of their mixed cum. She had one cum covered nipple left and could hardly wait for the next stranger to clean it off for her.
The next guy had to be just right because the game was going to be taken a step further. Sitting at the bar was a middle aged man in a business suit drinking a scotch and water. After 30 minutes of small talk she convinced him to move to a private table along the back wall. Not many people sat at the end of the back wall because a corner stuck out and blocked most of the view of the main stage. She didn't want anyone to see what she was about to do. She was wearing a long thin silky robe that trailed her when she walked; to match her robe she wore one of her skimpiest thongs and bra. The triangular bra was big enough to cover her nipples but the edges of her areola could be seen straining to get out. The tiny thong covered her swollen clit but that was about it, the string that connected to the back was so thin it actually crept up in between her pussy lips.
She guided him to the corner and sat so close to him her right tit was pushed into his left side. She sat with both legs tucked up under her ass while her right arm rested behind his head playing with his hair. With one move she could swing her left leg over him and straddle him in less than a second. While she was gently scratching the back of his head she pulled her robe back a bit and spread her legs apart so he could see her swollen pussy lips eating the string of her thong. As soon as he saw this he agreed to a 10 dollar lap dance, something never heard of in this day and age. She swung her left leg over him making sure the robe hung down in the back covering up her ass and his lap. Slowly grinding him she grabbed the back of his head pulled his head back and gave him a deep passionate kiss.
While this was going on she reached down with her right hand and swiftly pulled his zipper down. Before he could do anything about it she had pulled his stiff shaft out and moved her hips into it. She broke the kiss and threw her head back while grinding her clit on his exposed cock. To keep his attention she sat up just enough to drag his shaft along her slick thong string and soaking pussy lips. After a few more times of doing this his cock was coated with her juices and his precum was running out of his hole. The song ended but she didn't stop and he didn't ask, she was so smooth about it no one around them were the wiser as to what was going on.
Halfway into the second song his head fell back, his mouth opened and his eyes closed, it was now or never. She pulled her top up letting her left tit fall out, grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of his head and brought his mouth within an inch of her nipple. When he stuck his tongue out she dragged her cum coated nipple across his tongue. As soon as he tasted something a puzzled look came over his face. Before he could say or do anything she sat up little higher this time and came down hard on his cock. The little string that parted her pussy lips offered no protection as his cock had no problem pushing it to side and impaling itself into her pussy. Instinctively his eyes popped wide open and his mouth fell wide open. In one fluid motion she slid all the way down his cock and pulled his open mouth onto her nipple. She was so wet that a quiet squishing sound could be heard as she rode him. After her pussy sucked his cock in it only took 30 seconds before she could feel him tightening up.
With her tit still in his mouth she leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Suck the cum off my nipple and cum inside my pussy". As soon as the word "pussy" rolled off her tongue she felt his cock start to spasm inside her. She pushed hard into his cock making sure all his cum was shooting deep inside of her, she didn't want to loose one drop of his sweet sperm. His first shot of semen was so warm that she could feel the walls of her pussy heat up. The second hot shot of cum sent a heat wave through her stomach. She started cumming as soon as the third shot of cum emptied into her soaking pussy. Not wanting to arouse any suspicion by her noises she bit her lip and put all her weight onto his cock, all she could do was bury her head into his shoulder and whimper with each orgasmic wave. Each spurt of cum after that warmed her body until her faced was flushed with heat. She didn't know how much he came but she felt like there was a bucket of cum sitting deep inside her. After the spasms stopped she looked down and pulled her tit from his mouth. His lips were covered in a white paste and drool was running down the corner of his mouth. As soon as she felt cum oozing from her pussy she sat up causing his softening cock to fall out and ooze it's last bit of cum onto his pants. After a thick ball of cum fell from pussy onto his cock she pulled her thong tight and squeezed her hole tightly shut. Standing up, she smiled, winked, tied her robe and quickly walked away leaving him sitting there with his cock hanging out. Realizing what had just happened he stuffed his cock back into his pants and quickly wiped the cum off his lips before anyone could see. The whole series of events only took two songs; men are truly a light switch.
As she walked to the bathroom she could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy; each drip was quickly smeared onto her thigh with each step. Crystal stepped into an empty stall; made sure the door was locked and sat down on top of the lid. She pulled the thong to the side so that the strangers cum could drain out of her full pussy. As soon as she peeled the string out between her spread lips the cum flowed out in thick drops. For a second her head went dizzy and she thought she might pass out, her body was rocked with intense shudders of pleasure with each drop of cum. This was the most intense sexual high she had ever had in her life.
Nothing mattered to her at that moment in time as the puddle of cum between her legs grew bigger and bigger, she couldn't believe how much of this strangers sperm was coming out of her pussy. When it was done she stood and stared in amazement at the massive pile of cum. Thick cum floated in the middle of the puddle while her own juices surrounded the little mounds. As if hypnotized, she carefully knelt down and stuck her tongue out to taste the treat. She stuck her tongue in the puddle and as she pulled her tongue in a thick rope of cum attached itself to the tip of her tongue and landing on her chin when she pulled her head up straight. Again a dizzy spell struck her, it had been a while since she had tasted another mans cum, it was different especially since she had developed her fetish. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she sucked the rope of cum into her mouth and swallowed the salty candy. She felt possessed as she quickly dropped her head back into the pile and began to greedily lick the rest of the cum off the toilet seat. A few times she used her hands to scoop the larger floating piles into her mouth. This mixture of cum was intoxicating to her. Soon it was all gone and reality set back in, she had just allowed some stranger to cum inside of her and she just ate it all out of her pussy.
In a rollercoaster of emotions she felt sick, scared, disgusted but especially scared when she thought of how boyfriend would react once she told him. Was this something he turned her into or was this something that was always inside of her? For the time being she would put this event in the back of her mind and deal with it later. Right now she was in strange territory and needed to get back to a safe place where she could regain control of herself.
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| Helen's BDSM Experience
It was four fifty five friday afternoon. I had been to the ladies, done my hair and make-up, tidied my desk, logged out of the system and was waiting to log out completely when the girl next to me, Stella, spoke.
"Any plans for tonight Helen?"
"No," I replied," just rush down to catch the bus home and a quiet night."
God, I thought, how pathetic does THAT sound. But it was true, since the break up- Nige wanted to see more of the world, to really find himself before he was ready to commit, poor darling, and it just wasn't fair on me. Oh you gentleman you Nige, you Fucking Saint you, so, yeah, home alone, as usual.
"Want to come out tonight?"
"Well I don't have anything to wear, Ive only got these."
"That's OK. I've only got these too."
"Really? Well OK only it can't be too late, I have to catch a bus home and I don''t want to be on a late one with all those drunks and sex maniacs and stuff."
"You won't need to worry about the bus hon, come on, you'll love it."
Oh what the hell.
"OK I'll come," I told her secretly delighted to have something to do.
"Great, oh Helen?"
"Yes ?" and I looked over at her.
Our desks were side by side and she had swiveled her chair to face me. Her legs were slightly apart and she lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Not only that, she spread her legs even wider and watched my face for my reaction.
I licked my lips and lifting my butt off the chair, reached under my skirt and slipped mine off too. I had shaved just the night before so my pussy I knew was nice and smooth. I held my skirt up and pushed my legs apart while I watched her face for her reaction.
She smiled and nodded.
At five we hit the key to log out and, in true Elvis style, left the building.
'So where are we going?" I asked.
'Not far," she replied,"hold my hand."
She put her hand out and I took it in mine. We walked for quite some distance, down this street, turned into another street, down there, and so on. Eventually we were in an alley in what had once been an industrial area. It was a bit scary to be honest and I was hoping it wouldn't be too much further.
"This door," she said pointing to an Orange Painted door in what appeared to be a deserted building. Well it didn't look like much but we were here so? Lets see huh?
She fished in her purse and came up with a marker pen.
"Lift your skirt."
I lifted and she wrote something on my tummy with the marker.
"Now me." She lifted her skirt and told me to write 4627 on her tummy.
I wrote the numbers carefully and gave her the marker pen back.
She put it in her purse, went up to the door and turned the handle. It opened and she beckoned for me to enter. We were in a small foyer with a door ahead in which was a sliding panel. Stella knocked on the door, stepped back to stand on a spot marked on the floor and lifted her skirt right up.
"Enter" I heard a female voice say.
Without looking back at me Stella went through the door. It closed after her and I stepped up to the mark and lifted my skirt as high as I could.
'Enter," the voice said and I pushed on the door to find it swung open easily and went through.
There I found Stella who had stripped naked and was standing alongside another naked girl. I stripped too and stood next to Stella. As we waited a naked woman wearing a collar came and, taking the first girl by the arm, led her through a curtain into what was yet another room. I turned to Stella and gave her a "what the hell is going on" shrug.
"We are going to be processed so we can be viewed. This is for real Helen, I've been here before and I loved it. " She brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it and then we resumed our silent wait.
We waited some more and then both Stella and I had naked women take us by the arm and lead us through the curtain.
Inside against one wall a row of naked women were bent over with tubes coming out of their asses while against the other wall other women were getting washed and hosed.
The girl at the far end must have finished as the tube was pulled out and she was smacked on the butt with a riding crop. She immediately stood up and walked over to a trough which she stood astride and released everything into in a massive nasty eruption. The naked woman grabbed her arm and led her to the wash area. The next girl received a smack on her ass with the crop and moved along to her right. The next girl after her hadn't moved and didn't until she was smacked and so on.
There was now room for Stella and she went to the wall, leaned over and reached behind herself to pull her butt cheeks as wide apart as she could.
The woman stuck the nozzle up Stella's butt hole and removed the clip on the hose.
The next girl finished and as she came off the line all the girls shuffled across, carefully pushing their bottles ,which hung from a rail, across the enema area.I moved into position, bent over and pulled my butt cheeks as wide apart as I could. The woman pushed the nozzle into my butt and released the clip. I felt cold liquid pour into my rectum and bowel. I was moved spank by spank over to the right until it was my turn to stand astride the trough and release the contents in me. The relief was almost too much to bear and the knowledge I was doing such a private act in full view of everyone was very arousing. The woman took me firmly by the arm and led me to the wash area.
"Arms out," she ordered.
'Yes Miss," I responded and put my arms out. She hosed me with cold water then using a brush soaped my entire body and hosed me down again.It was freezing; I had wanted to bring my arms in but managed to leave them extended.
They didn't dry me but moved me through another curtain and out onto a stage. The girls before me were standing here. All had their arms secured over their heads and their ankles in spreader bars, a wire trailed down from their butts and they wore ball gags. As I watched they gyrated and gasped.
I stood under my rope and was bent over by a woman who inserted a dildo in my ass and connected it to a wire. She then bound my arms above my head, secured my ankles in a spreader bar, put a ball gag in place and moved away.
The electric shocks were strong and came in random patterns so I couldn't anticipate them. They hurt but they had a curious effect on my pussy which was tingling from them.
And so we stood, writhing and excited at being naked and watched by the audience. I had been told not to come but could feel my pussy juices trickling down my thighs.
The house lights were dimmed and spot lights shone on us.The audience stood and applauded. I smiled behind my ball gag and tried to spread my legs further apart to afford a better view of my pussy for them. One of the Mistresses gestured to the naked women for us to be released. Finally we all were and we stood, naked, in a row facing the audience.
The Mistress indicated for us to move to the front of the stage and to turn round so our butts were facing the audience.
" Bend over."
We bent over and I felt something hit my butt. The naked females were going along the row of bare bottoms and giving us one each. There were three of them and they moved from left to right. I was on the end left so I got my three, then had to wait until the other eleven had had theirs and then it was my turn again. The wait meant I couldn't go into subspace so I felt each painful stroke. I loved the whole situation, my naked bottom on display and being caned harshly under the bright lights so everything was on clear display to a crowd of women I didn't know, or at least didn't know if I knew any of them. I felt utterly wanton and longed to turn so I could show them my wet pussy as well. It could be seen in my bent over position as I made sure I spread my legs as wide as could.
After twenty strokes, the caning stopped and a spot light lit up each marked bottom in turn as the audience applauded and cheered each of us.
Off the microphone the Mistress told us we had done well and to turn around again so the audience could get a clear view of our pussies. Most of us spread our legs and arched our backs. I had had no idea being an exhibitionist could be such a turn on for me; I had, literally, never done such a thing before- dreamt of doing it but never actually had.
At this point the house lights came on and members of the audience were free to come up to the stage and take us, we had no choice, to sit with them, or kneel beside them depending on the audience member's choice.
Two middle aged ladies came up to me, looked me over, nodded to each other and led me down to their table.
"Lie on the table dear," The one in the blue dress instructed me. I lay on the table facing that lady's chair and let my legs fall open.
'Close your eyes."
I shut my eyes and soon felt fingers trailing all over my body. They went to my pussy, which I loved, but also tickled me.
"Come and sit on my lap," the lady in the Blue dress told me.
I slid off the table and sat on her lap. She was bigger and stronger than me and she cuddled me in to her.
'First time honey " she asked.
"Yes ma'am," I replied submissively. I liked her- a lot.
"You've done very well, you like showing off don't you?"
"Oh yes Ma'am I love it," I replied respectfully.
"Tilt your head back and open your mouth," she told me.
I did so and she tilted me back, leaned over me and spat in my mouth. The other lady got up, came over to be above me and spat in my mouth as well.
"Swallow."
I swallowed.
"Well?"
"Thank you Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am," I responded to each of them. I could taste the wine they had been drinking on their spit. I loved it; I loved having them spit in my mouth too. The other lady wanted me on her lap so I slid off the lap I was on and sat demurely on this lady's lap.
"Kiss me," she ordered. I kissed her, she opened her mouth and I copied. I could feel her working up some more spit and kept my mouth wide open so she could spit into it. She spat again and again as I held it all in my mouth.
She drew back and motioned for me to tilt my head back and open my mouth.
They were both very pleased to see all her spit in there.
"Swallow," she ordered and I did.
We were called back on stage. There we were made to stand in a line across the stage facing the audience. I was third from left ( as they looked at us) not knowing what would happen next. We were divided into two lines: odd numbers (me, yay) front line, even numbers rear line. The front line was instructed to lie on the stage on our backs with our legs spread. We waited in this position as the rear line got their instructions. Fairly easy I thought, they were to sit on our faces.
I lay there, expecting a nice juicy pussy on my face when one of the Naked Women trussed my arms to my sides and looped a rope round my neck tightly then attached each end to catches on the stage floor. She did likewise with my feet. I was now, as were the others, utterly helpless.
Now the other girls were marched forward and positioned themselves over our faces dropping down to be just touching our noses. I tilted my head as much as the bindings would allow, they were tight, and licked my girl's asshole and, as she tilted her pelvis , her pussy. She had come more than once and she smelled of sex. Just earthy and womanly. I licked and sucked her juices off my tongue relishing the flavors. As I did this for the umpteenth time, I could feel her contractions start, again for her, and opened my mouth to encourage her to put her lips right on my mouth as she orgasmed. She did and I felt the contractions and got a mouthful of her liquid cum. She was a squirter! I had never tasted another girls cum and never seen a girl squirt. I loved it. So sweet I didn't want to swallow so I just held in my mouth swirling it round.
The girls were ordered off us, I think they had all had orgasms, and told to kneel beside us facing our feet. Now they went down on us.not in a 69, they were still to the side and our pussies and assholes were still on display to the audience- except when the girls blocked their view.
I was on fire. I found I loved having things done to me by girls and I was just in love with those ladies. Not as equals; I just longed to belong to them. It wasn't long before I was convulsed in my orgasm and I continued getting them until I simply lay limp on the floor. my girl looked back at me and I smiled dreamily at her. She went back to licking but just gently as she knew I had had enough.
We were untied and my partner helped me to my feet. I was a little shaky and she held me close while I got my balance.I looked round and all the girls were in pairs like us. Music started and we danced together on stage.I wondered what was ahead of us, just briefly then went back to enjoying dancing with this beautiful girl. The music stopped and we stayed in each other's arms. I felt something at my butt hole, ah something was being pushed in; I felt her press against me as something was pushed into her butt hole too. the ladies went to all six couples and inserted something in our butts. The music started again and after about four bars the shocks started. We got them alternatively and at no regular interval so we would be pressed together and then she would lunge forward as a shock hit her , then relax and I would jerk forward into her. Again the music stopped and we were made to stand apart. Now a double ended dildo was inserted in my partner's pussy; I was brought forward and the other end was inserted in my wet pussy, shoved in to be exact.
We were back to our bodies touching again and the music was started. This time as the shocks hit us we lunged forward on the dildo ramming it deeper into our pussies.
I loved it and far from feeling pain I felt pleasure and craved the next shock so I could jam that dildo further into my cunt. We got a shock together and jerked into each other. Her lips found mine and we kissed. I wasn't sure if we were allowed to but we did anyway.The music carried on for a few more minutes and then stopped for good. I was made to step away leaving the dildo hanging out of my partner's pussy and mine disappointingly empty. Next the dildos were pulled out of our assholes and we were lined up across the stage.
Again we got wild applause and cheering. I was beaming from ear to ear; I was an absolute exhibitionist slut. My God I was trying to find ways to put more of me on display and I dreaded that this might be the last item.
It wasn't. Twelve ladies from the audience came forward to the stage front. I thought they had just come up on an individual whim but I found later that they had been selected by the four senior Doms, the two ladies who had had me and two others, and that they were to be matched up with a specific Sub. They were instructed to undress, which they did while looking at us; we in turn knelt and looked down as became our place.
Having undressed they were required to face the audience in a line across the stage facing the audience- we were behind them- with their hands by their sides. Now I was going to be allocated to one of these gorgeous naked Doms. The thought of being under someone else's control like that made my pussy dribble and I was barely able to stop from orgasming.I waited excitedly, wondering who would be paired with me.
The first girls were paired up. The Dom was given a collar which she placed around my colleagues neck. She then pushed gently on her shoulder and the sub sank to her knees beside her.
Aha. Who would be my Dom? The pairing went on; I didn't realize it at the time but six of us girls were experienced and the other six (including me) were first timers, so they were pairing the old hands first. Two more of my girls were paired off and all followed the first girl's lead; kneeling obediently beside their new Doms. Alllooked happy, radiant actually, in their servile roles. Finally it was my turn; a beautiful Brunette was called out and directed to me. I raised my chin so she could put my collar on easily and then felt the warmth of her hand on my shoulder as she gently forced me to my knees.I too felt the security of belonging to someone and that of knowing this person was above me. I accepted without question that she was my better and had the right to order me around. I waited only to serve her.
The last two girls were paired off and we were formed into a row across the stage; the Doms standing and we subs kneeling obediently at their sides. At a signal the Doms turned to their new sub and crouched down next to us. My Dom crouched by me and stroked my hair and face. I beamed with pleasure at being touched like this.
"Hi Helen I'm Samantha, Mistress Samantha to you Pet," she told me softly. I craved her approval and put my face up for her. She smiled at me and patted me on the head. I tried to push my head into her to get more of this affection but she gently pushed me back into my proper position. I looked down, upset that I had done something wrong needing correction.
'Its alright darling, you're only starting, I've been watching you all evening and you have done so well. Don't get down, I think you're wonderful. Smile. For me? Yeah. Be happy darling, I'm going to do things to you to make you feel satisfied. OK?"
I glanced up at her with a little smile then immediately lowered my gaze and nodded. She hugged me. I didn't dare move my arms and she took my hand and pulled it round behind her. I hugged her back then opened my mouth as her lips pressed forward on mine. We kissed with her tongue probing my mouth and her fingers tweaking my nipples.I loved her. Adored her. Craved her touch and her approval. I was her plaything and longed to please her.
The Compare called all the Doms to her and Mistress Samantha crouched down beside me, stroked me under my chin and told me to stay as I was. I pushed gently against her- just a bit- and nodded. So we subs were in a line across the stage on our knees with our hands clasped behind our backs while the Doms got their instructions.
Samantha came back to me, she now had a lead which she attached to my collar. I stayed still waiting her command. She tugged me forward and I crawled on hands and knees as I kept station beside her just like a good dog being taken for a walk. The other pairs were doing the same and a circle of Doms and Subs went round and round. It was easy if a little hard on my knees and I wondered what the turn on was for the ladies in the audience. We ended the circular path with the Doms forming a line across the stage again with their subs kneeling at their left.
I felt a tug on the lead and obediently turned as I was directed, in a half circle and I was now facing the back of the stage.
" Head down," Samantha said to me and I put my face down to the floor.
'Legs wider."
I spread my knees as far as I could. The lights came on full and my butt was now fully illuminated- the glare was nearly blinding. This was what I loved, having my pussy and ass hole on full view for anyone there to see. I just hoped they liked what they saw. I wanted to hold my cheeks apart to give a better view but couldn't unless ordered to.
Samantha left me again and went into a group with the other Doms. ( I heard them; I didn't dare look up)She returned and I felt her pull on my labia then a sharp pain as a clip shut on the left side. Again my labia was pulled and another sharp pain. On the right lip. They really hurt and the tears came to my eyes as I tried to cope in silence. Samantha ran her fingers gently up my slit and tickled my clit. I felt the wetness return to my pussy and was able to relax a little. Now the pain was part of the turn on for me and I craved more. Something was attached to the clips and they were pulled apart.It was two lengths of elastic and each was wrapped around my thigh and secured.
Just as I wondered "what next" the first sharp smack hit my pussy.
I was being pussy spanked. I had dreamed of this and got off countless times thinking of this being done to me. It hurt like hell but I loved it.
I held it together until the pain was just too much and I collapsed on the stage floor. Samantha pulled me back up and the smacking continued. I was ashamed of collapsing and held on for the last ten smacks. At the end I felt a tug on my collar. I stood up and was turned round to face the audience, as were the other subs.
Wild cheering and whistling broke. I smiled happily and imagined them all looking at my pussy. As I stood there I felt Samantha's hands on my breasts pulling me back to her and something wet pressing against my butt hole. I pulled my cheeks apart and felt a dildo enter my asshole. It slid all the way up with no difficulty Samantha put my hands on my head and butt fucked me. It was a big strap on and I loved being fucked by her. The audience however had gone alittle quiet applauding loudly but not with the same enthusiasm as before when it was over. Well the strapon s were still up our asses, we were just not moving- much, I was just contracting my muscles to get that cock feel in my ass-till Samantha whispered for me to be still.
The Lady in the Blue Dress came up on stage and took the microphone.I looked across at the clock on the wall and saw it was ten thirty, My God ,I thought, where has the time gone.
"I think we'll end the session there. Doms pull your strap ons out of your subs asses. "
I felt the lovely shaft pulled out of my ass and Samantha's hand pulling mine down to my sides. We stood holding hands facing the audience and this time the applause, for the end of the show, was deafening. I just beamed.
"Come over to our table Pet," Samantha told me. I walked over with her still wearing the collar and lead.
"You can take that off if you want- or leave it on. Up to you," Samantha told me as I stood next to her.
"May I leave it on Mistress Samantha? I love being your Sub," I told her quietly. I did too, the last thing I wanted was to go back to being her equal.
'Yes you may," Samantha told me as she stroked my hair, " I like you wearing it too."
She introduced me to the ladies at the table. I saw a few looked submissive like me and they almost clung to their Mistresses. Over at another table I saw Stella wearing her collar and lead standing very close to her Mistress.
"You were wonderful darling," a lady said to me.
"Yes she was Anne" answered Samantha."such a sweet tasting pussy too."
She gestured for Anne to lick my pussy.I looked at Samantha, unsure. She looked up at me (she was seated; I was standing) and nodded, a little smile on her face.
"You can lick me too thanks,"Samantha added,"I'm horny as fuck now."
The others laughed and Anne came round and got on her knees in front of me. She stuck her tongue as deep into my pussy as she could and wriggled it about deep in my slip. I pushed my pelvis forward onto her tongue. All selfconsciousness was gone, I loved being naked and tongued here too. Not just on stage. Anne was followed by June, Cindy and Charmaine. I came for all of them; one orgasm after another.
"Give me her lead love, please?" Charmaine said to Samantha who handed my lead to her.
Charmaine pulled me to her and patted her lap. I sat on her lap and she pulled my head in to rest on her shoulder and my arms round her neck and shoulder. She had her hands linked behind my back.
She whispered to me.
"Enjoy tonight?"
"Uh huh," I answered.
"Like the pain?"
"Mmmm."
"Like being naked in front of everyone?"
"Oh, uh huh"
"Well we loved seeing you baby. First time?"
"Mmmm."
"Amazing, as good as any I've seen ,first time or or tenth."
"Do you know why you're on my lap?"
"Uh uh."
"Time for a wee rest for you snookums. Close your eyes and see if you can go off in my arms. OK?"
"Uh huh. "
I had closed my eyes and felt the turmoil of the evening slip away as I snuggled into her soft warm shoulder and pressed into her bosom. I felt like a little girl again and quickly fell fast asleep.
I must have slept for nearly an hour and when I opened my eyes the ladies were still all there, the ones with Subs had theirs on their laps too and they were asleep. I felt great and gave Charmaine a hug and smiled for her.
"Good sleep?"
"Yes ma'am, thank you." I replied almost shyly.
'Lets get you back to Samantha, OK?"
"Oh yes Ma'am."
I sipped off Charmaine's lap and went over to Samantha.She stood up and hugged me.
"Want to come home with me?" she asked looking in my eyes.
"Oh, yes, more than anything."
"Do you know what I mean by 'come home with me'?" she asked.
"I think so ma'am," I hoped it meant stay but I didn't want to say in case I was wrong.
"I'd like you to stay with me, as my Sub"
"Oh yes please Mistress I mean Samantha."
She started saying her farewells and got dressed. She pulled me close to her.
"Before I take you home I want you to see Stella. You want to thank her, don't you?"
"Oh yes please Mistress, if I may," I replied. With that she led me over.
Stella turned to her Dom and curtseyed.
"Yes, Stella, you may hug Helen," her Mistress Mary told her, smiling.
We faced each other, both hot, naked and sweaty, and smiled. Hugging her I whispered,"Thank you, darling, I have dreamed, of an evening like this but never thought it might happen, thank you, thank you"
Then I kissed her.
She smiled back at me,"You're welcome," she replied quietly and I could sense she really was thrilled with my reaction to the evening.
With that it was time to go, Samantha got one of the Servants to get my shoes which I put on and we were heading out to the street.
"Helen, you are my Sub,I control where you go and what you wear and who sees you. We are going to walk to my car and you are going to walk ahead of me on my left so I can control you with the lead. You are to keep your hands by your side and you are not to cover. Understood?" She said this very calmly and I felt her control over me. I was in a turmoil and this calmed me down greatly, although, to be honest, I was still a bit tense.
We walked out onto the road, it was only fifty yards to her car and I wondered if we would meet anyone. I felt numb, I knew what I was doing was against the law and with a life time of staying out of trouble behind me this went against everything I had believed in- it made me feel hot and I soon hoped someone, anyone, would see me.
Well we did meet someone; a middle aged couple. They stared at me.
'Evening," Samantha said brightly.
"Oh, um good evening ," replied the man while the lady clung to his arm.
"Do you think your husband likes my sub's body?" Samantha asked the lady.
She came out from behind his arm and looked at his face- he was entranced.
"Yes, yes he does. Derek! Behave, my God you pervert!"
"What's perverted about a man being aroused by a beautiful young naked woman?" Samantha asked patiently."Do you think he would like a blow job from her?"
"Yes," she was thinking now, "he would, the old letch, but I get the cum. OK? She gets him there and I want to get the cum."
"Deal."
So I knelt down in front of him and ,undoing his fly, pulled his cock our from his trousers. I toyed with it in my hands as it grew harder then slid my lips over his shaft going all the way up to his hairy belly. I could feel his cock growing hard in my mouth and after about five minutes work I could feel he was ready to come. I come up off his cock and his wife who ws right beside my face immediately went down on him and sucked strongly on his cock. He jerked forward as he came but she stayed glued to his cock as she took every drop. When he had finished she stood up, showed us the cum on her tongue and pooled behind her bottom teeth then swallowed.
It was an emotional moment for her although that was plainly lost on Derick who continued to feel me up as he had been while I was sucking him.
We girls hugged while he did up his fly and straightened his shirt.
As we walked away Samantha asked,"Enjoy that?"
"Not doing it but if I pleased you I did Samantha," I replied humbly. His cock tasted awful and he farted while I was down there- God knows why she wanted to stay with him but, not my problem.
"Yes, you pleased me, good girl," and she patted my bottom again. By this time we were at the car and we got in and she drove us to her place. She lived in a locked gate estate. Once through the entrance way she drove down into a small valley with driveways up to three houses on either side (all very impressive to me) and one mansion at the end.
" That's our place, middle one on the right."
"Our place Samantha?"
"Yes Pet, you and me. There's no one else lives there. Geraldine, that's the lady in the blue dress- the bossy one and the other lady with her, Linda, they live in the mansion. Oh and they' re really the bosses of everything."
She drove up to her garage, touched the remote, waited for the door to open, drove in and touched the remote to close the door behind us.
We sat there as Samantha talked.
"Remember they got you over at that interval?"
'Oh yes," I replied. How could I forget that?
"Well they were checking you out to see who they could match you with and they chose me.They did well don't you think?"
I smiled up at her and nodded.
"I'm very happy..."
"I am too," she replied ending the silence,"Actually I wanted you before I got the official word. And with that she reached over and hugged me.
She got out and came round to my side, opened my door and undid my seat belt.
"Lets get you tucked up for the night."
I held her hand as she led me on a tour of the house, big lounge four bedrooms all with en-suites, everything modern and expensive in it.
"Now you will sleep in here with me. As a sub you are supposed to sleep on a mat on the floor."
My face fell; I wasn't aware of the rigors of life a sub or slave was expected to endure.
"But I don't want you to. I want you in bed with me, we'll set up your mat and if the ladies visit that's where you' ll need to be. OK?"
I looked shyly up at her and nodded with a little smile.
'OK. lets have a shower and off to bed. Yeah?"
I nodded. She went to the bedroom en-suite and turned on the shower. I joined her and we washed each other and shampooed our hair. She dried herself, then me and we did each others hair.
We went to bed and she held me in her arms as I drifted quickly off to sleep.I had had a thousand questions to start with but I forgot them all. I was under her care and all the decisions of my life were made by her. The sense of relief I felt was huge and from being a very restless sleeper before I fell asleep almost immediately.
We were awoken the next morning by a knock on the door. I looked at Samantha, unsure what to do.
"Answer the door darling,it will just be one of the ladies or subs who live here so its no biggie when they see us naked. "
I nodded happily and , a quick check I looked presentable, went to the door.
It was Geraldine, looking immaculate.
I curtseyed and waited for her to speak.
'Good morning Helen.I woke you?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Slept well?"
"Oh yes ma'am."
"Good, I knew the life of a sub would suit you. Glad to have you with us darling," She leaned forward and kissed my head, "now be a good girl and go and get that Mistress of yours."
I went back to the bedroom where Samantha was finishing getting dressed and had tidied her hair and put some lipstick on.I quickly helped her with her blusher and eyeshadow and she went out to see Geraldine.
"Helen," Geraldine called," come here and kneel by your Mistress. You must be at your Mistress's side unless she wants you to be somewhere else."
I went and knelt at my Mistress's side. The sense of being inferior to her was being clearly shown to me. I felt no resentment; no rebelliousness. I was comfortable that this was my place and I was happy and grateful to be there.
They talked as if I wasn't thereand I found it hard to stay awake. I felt too that I was eves dropping on a private conversation. I was brought to my senses by a sharp slap on my face from Geraldine.
"Helen! You are expected to stay alert at all times when you are with your Mistress in company.Is that clear?"
The tears came to my eyes, I nodded biting my lip.
"Helen, we don't want you miserable, no Dom wants to look at an unhappy Sub. You lie on your back infront of us so we can look at your pussy and titties."
That was more like it, I lay on my back facing them and spead my legs.
'Pull your lips apart Pet," Samantha ordered me and I pulled them as wide apart as I could. Geraldine leaned forward to speak to me,
'Helen you are a submissive. You will not be able to get into your role if you act as Samantha's companion. Where did you sleep? In her bed?"
I nodded.
"Yes Ma'am."
"You sleep on the floor. Understood?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"You eat off the floor. You will have bowls for food and water.You eat from these without using your hands. Clear?"
"Yes ma'am."
"You have a place here and you will find the lifestyle, although harsh to many, will bring you great peace and contentment."
They then went back to their discussion but before leaving Geraldine said,
" Samantha, it isn't easy my dear but you will both benefit from the effort."
As she left I wondered what would happen.
"We must do as she says darling," Samantha told me."Now lets get some food in your bowl- you must be hungry.
She led me into the kitchen, took down a bowl and put milk and cereal in it. Then she placed it on the floor. I got down on my hands and knees and bent forward to eat from the bowl. It wasn't pretty or dignified and I got food in my nose but I managed to eat it all and it felt nice to have my Mistress watch me with my ass in the air while I ate. She put a bowl of water down and I lapped that all up too. That was harder but I knew I couldn't put my face in the water and suck- I had to lap it like a cat.
Samantha was very pleased with me and patted my head.I loved that.
After breakfast I was shown where the cleaning things were and while she attended to matters of business I cleaned and vacuumed till the house was spotless, By then it was time for me to prepare her lunch and put it on the table. I poured a mix I found in a big jar labeled "Subs Lunch" into my bowl and placed it on the floor by My Mistress's chair. I waited by my bowl till she was seated. She nodded to me and I bent down and started eating my lunch. It was tasty and easy to eat. I no longer felt any sense of selfconsciousness eating or drinking off the floor. In fact somehow it made my place feel more secure.
I didn't need to be her lover to be happy. All I had craved was to be hers; her possession. And I was.
At the close of the day she put on a nightie and went to bed; I lay on a mat at the foot of her bed and curled up naked and happy.
"Goodnight my darling Sub," she called to me.
"Goodnight my beloved Mistress," I called back to her.
Again I slept well but this time I was able to get up early, have a quick cold shower- I wasn't allowed hot water- and get my Mistress's and my breakfasts ready. I also laid out my Mistress's outfit for her.
I showered and dressed her while I remained naked. I had found it very plasant to be naked while she and any visitors were clothed.
The day went well enough; she was busy with her business and I cleaned, did the washing, prepared the meals and had time for a nap on my mat in the mid afternoon. But it wasn't enough and I felt strangely unsatisfied. So I put on a brave face and carried on thinking I was just a bit depressed and it would pass. She barely touched me. I was naked waiting for her caress, her pat, her hug. Not just waiting for; living for and- nothing.
That evening she looked over at me. I had moved from near her to the other side of the room and I guess my face looked as glum as I felt- I've never been very good at hiding my feelings.
"Oh Pet! What's the matter?" She asked her voice full of concern.
"Nothing Mistress, I just thought I should get out of your way so I don't annoy you. I can see you're very busy," I replied respectfully, looking down.
"Oh, OK I thought you looked a bit down, that's all."
I shrugged.
"Maybe."
She twigged.
"Oh for goodness sake come here. My God I am such a dill. Come here.That's it. Now sit on your Mistress's lap."
I sat on her lap and all my misery disapppeared as she cuddled me. She held me tight and stroked my hair and my back as she rocked gently back and forward.
That was what I needed- to be held - once she did that I was happy as can be again. She held me for a lovely long time and then indicated it was time for me to get down. I did so and this time I knelt right beside her.
"Pet I have some work to do here, so you don't get too bored I'll bind you and put a toy or two in you," she smiled as she said this and my heart leapt. I loved being bound, even more than the spanking.
She got me to lie on my back and to bring my legs up over my shoulders. Looping a cord round my left ankle she pulled it behind my head then seized my right ankle and did the same so my feet were now bound behind my neck. Next she took my wrists and secured them behind my neck. I was naked and exposed and close to orgasm.
I felt cold on my butthole then the feel of a very large butt plug being inserted up my ass. I relaxed my anus and it slid in all the way on the first push, Now my pussy was being stretched as a large vibrator was pushed in and turned on to full power.
looking up adoringly at my Mistress I smiled at her. She smiled back and leaning over my face put a blindfold on me. The darkness heightened the eroticism and I could feel my pussy contracting.
"I want to have you orgasming and I want to hear you. Squeal and moan all you want. OK Pet?"
"Oh yes Mistress, thank you."
And so I orgasmed and shrieked and sighed in my dark world while she did her work and,I hoped, looked at me from time to time as well.
She also had visitors from time to time and I know they were watching me as their foot steps ended right next to me. I loved it.
That evening we were to attend a dinner at Geraldine's house.At six I was released and taken to the bathroom where an enema was administered to me.
having discharged after the ten minute period I was given another enema and this time only the enema liquid came out. I was told what I would be doing that evening and it served only yo heighten my excitement.
Promptly at eight Samantha, dressed in a grey sheath with her jewels on and hair up, and I, dressed in my heels and collar- but with my hair up too, walked up the drive way to Geraldine's place. We were admitted by one of her subs- she had three- and went through to the lounge.
There I saw Stella and two other subs on all fours acting as tables for the drinks and nibbles trays. As I expected I was led to a spot by the dining room doorway and knelt down on all fours, a tray was placed on my back and I spread my legs a little to make sure I stayed steady. I could only look down so I had no idea what was happening around me. What I discovered was that because I was quite low the Doms would crouch down to get whatever it was I had on my back and while down they would fondle whatever part of me they liked. Some cupped a breast and tweaked a nipple, others stroked my pussy and asshole while others stroked my face and hair.
Dinner was ready to be served. The trays were removed from us and we were made to stand and walk over to the dining table. The table was a large rectangle in shape.The other Doms turned to their subs who lifted their Doms dresses up and pulled down their thongs. Taking them right off and placing them om the table in front of their Dom's place. In turn the Subs backed under the table waiting for their Mistreses to be seated. I did the same for my beloved Mistress Samantha, gently easing her lacey thong off, putting it on the table and backed under the table in preparation for her to be seated.
I looked at the others and as soon as their Mistress was seated their tongues were in their Mistress's pussies. I did likewise. The conversation ceased and was replaced by sighs, gasps and moans. My Mistress came for me during the main course and I was treated to her gushing into my mouth. I held her sweet liquid lovingly and swallowed relishing every drop. As the dinner progressed first Maxine then Stella were reqired to drink down a very long pee from their Mistresses. It was a mark of Honour not to spill a drop and their faces were studies in concentration as they drank all they were given. They then said an audible "Mmmm thank you Mistress " and returned to sucking and licking their Mistress's pussies.
It wasn't long before My beloved Mistress bestowed her pee on me and I concentrated on drinking it down correctly. I had never drunk pee before and found the taste, although a little salty, not at all unpleasant. When I had finished drinking I said , in a voice I hoped wasn't too loud,"Mmm, thank you Mistress" then went back to licking her. She put her hand under the table and patted my head. I loved that.
By this time the Mistresses had stripped off completely and were moaning as we Subs did our best to pleasure them. We were called out from under the table and stood in a line. Blindfolds were put on us and I felt a strange hand pull on my lead. I went obediently and knelt as I felt the light touch on my shoulder. I was infront of a new pussy and waited for the next instruction; a light push on the back of my head. I leaned forward and started licking and sucking on the pussy. I knew her perfume- it was Linda. She stood with legs apart for a while then sat down on the floor and finally lay on her back as I licked and sucked on her pussy while toying with her asshole. Sadly that session too had to end and I got a pat on the head in gratitude from Linda - although we weren't supposed to know who we were sucking.
At this time we Subs were herded down to the dungeon to be set up for the night's entertainment. Four of us were to be whipped fucked and flogged and I had wondered how it would be done as I had thought it could take a long time. Infact we were to be done together; Mistress Geraldine had devised a four arm wheel which was suspended about twelve feeet off the floor. At the end of each arm was a turntable so that we could be spun to offer our front or back to be whipped or caned as we dangled from the ropes attached to these turntables. We knelt in a line under the wheel waiting for our Mistresses.
The came down the stairs and sat on the sofas at the edge of the stage.
Maxine rose, went over to the Mistresses and curtseyed deeply."If it please you Ma'ams I beg to offer my body to be whipped and beaten for your entertainment and pleasure."
She bowed her head when she finished speaking. The ladies nodded and said "yes" to her.
She returned to her position in the line and Stella went up and said the same thing with the same result as did Mandy and I. I was wet as can be as I lay on my back waiting to be secured so I could be hoisted aloft. Soon I was airborne hanging upsidedown with my ankles in a spreader bad and my arms secured to a rope tied tightly round my neck. I heard the electric motor hum and the wheel started to turn.
Nothing happened for a few minutes- they were simply enjoying watching our young naked bodies- then I saw them get up and go over to a table on which were the whips, canes and paddles they would be using on us. I heard a loud smack followed by Stella voice saying "Oh thank you Mistress."
Suddenly there was a succession off sounds as we were whipped, caned and paddled and all tried to give the correct response. Soon I found myself saying the words automatically as my body received the thrashing I craved.
I was subjected to a whipping on my stomach followed by a caning on my bottom and a spanking on my pussy which was simply contracting uncontrollably as I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. As we turned I could see the others and they too had faraway looks in their eyes and were convulsing from their orgasms.
The punishment stopped and we were lowered to the floor and released from the ropes. Now we were lined up and placed on a frame sideby side on our backs with our feet wide apart. A fucking machine was brought out. It had eight arms, (two for each of us) and the dildoes on each were positioned, one in our pussy and one in our asshole. It was turned on and the dildo in my cunt drove forward deep within me and as it withdrew the one in my asshole drove forward then as it withdrew the one in my pussy went in deep and so on.
I couldn't resist this and I was soon gushing and convulsing against the bindings. My head swayed from side to side and I could see Stella and the others were doing the same as me. It ended , far too soon in my opinion, and we were released from our bindings and made to stand in a line directly in front of our Mistresses.
It was time to be flogged.
We turned and bent over, legs straight hands gripping under our insoles and waitedcfor our flogging. The Mistresses swapped Subs and I had Stella's Mistress Mary administer a strong thrashing to my ass with her flogger. I felt my pussy openand the juices running down my legs again.
At the end it ws time to go.
First we lined up again , went down on our knees and said ,in unison,"Thank you for giving us our correction tonight Mistresses."
The Mistresses smiled and nodded.
Mistress reattached my lead and with me infront and to her left we returned to or place.
I was now becoming quite stiff and sore as the adrenalin wore off and I found I was having trouble walking the last little bit, Mistress got me to lean on her till we got inside.
She ran me a cold bath with salts and I soaked in that feeling the aches ease. I had gotten used to cold showers and baths now and had come to enjoy them- strange as that must seem.
She ordered me out of the bath and dried me off. I was made to lie on the marble floor and she applied lotion to my welts, cuts and bruises. I really was feeling a whle lot better.
"What part of tonight did you enjoy the most?" she asked as she undressed for bed.
"When I was able to get your pee Mistress," I replied without hesitation.
"I hoped you might say that," she replied with a smile as she moved over to me. I lay on my back with my mouth open and watched as she positioned her pussy in front of my mouth and pulled her lips wide apart then started her flow. She peed for about ten seconds while I gulped as fast as I could and just before my mouth was overfilled she stopped for a few seconds as I swallowed frantically then started peeing again. I loved it, the humiliation, the taste, the fact it was my Mistress giving me her piss all combined to make it one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life.
Once she had finished I was made to crawl to the back door and out on the lawn. I found a spot on the lawn to pee on in front of her. I was hosed off then crawled back inside to be dried off and led to my mat. There I was bound with my legs spread and my butt and pussy wide open.
"Night Pet," she said to me," I'm very proud of you, all the other Mistresses were so impressed with you. Sleep tight."
She giggled at her little pun.
I smiled happily, I loved being bound and could easily go to sleep like this,
Thank you Mistress, am I your slave yet Mistress?"
"My slave? Yes Pet, I would have to say you are. Good night my darling Slave Helen"
"Goodnight Mistress," I replied happy and secure in my place - literally too I suppose. I was asleep in no time.
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| A fantasy we are going to turn real
I made up this senario and sent it to my girlfriend to see if she liked it. Like it she loved it so now we are planning to make it real.
Sarah had mention S & M a few years ago and it came to James that it might be a good idea to revisit this idea. He went on the internet and found a recommended place in Sydney. After doing some research he contacted them to see what the deal was. They suggested for first timers that we go easy, that both write down what they would like done to the other ( with no pain involved ) and they recommended a couple look after the fantasy.
So James emailed Sarah to tell her he had organised an S & M session for them both, and that she was to fill in the attached sheet of what she would like done to James, and he would do the same on his sheet and send it to the place 3 days before their appointment. The sheet contained all sorts of fantasies and there was enough room to add further details. Both Sarah and James were very excited about the prospects.
So the day arrived and James picked Sarah up from the train. She worn no knickers as requested and so James slipped his hand between her legs and felt that she was completely saturated, and he knew it was going to be a very horny day for both of them. They parked the car and walk to the location with their hands held tight. They were both a little nervous of what might happen. They open the door and entered a dimly lit room and pushed the button for service. A sweet young lady met them and they exchanged envelopes that contained their completed instructions for each. They were led to a small room where they were asked to wait for their couple who would “ take care of them “ They waited nervously for about 20 minutes and then the door opened.
In came a couple who would help them live out their fantasy. They introduced themselves as Cara and Zed. Cara was dress in a bikini style outfit with chains dangling from her tits. Her bottoms were very brief and the back of them gave a great view of her lovely arse. Zed was tall and very well built. He worn a mask and bright red knickers. Sarah could see he was very well stacked and his cock seemed to be enormous. Zed then took Sarah's hand and led her away to a separate room while Cara took James to another room.
Sarah was told to strip off. She felt embarrassed to strip off in front of a total stranger however he said it in such a manner she dare not disobey him. She slipped off her dress to show she had no knickers on. He made comment that she was a naughty girl. He asked her to spread her legs which she did and he slid a finger between her legs and felt the wetness. He didn't spend much time fingering her, just enough to make her even wetter. He then passed her a chain outfit he told her to put on. This outfit went between her legs and clipped onto a belt around her waist. He then attached a leash to the front of the outfit and tested it. When it was pulled in pulled up onto Sarah's cunt and touched her arsehole at the same time. He pulled it a number of times and each time it sent a shiver up Sarah's cunt. Here she was with a total stranger being played with and loving it.
James also had been having his own treatment. Cara had told him to strip. He stood in front of her and his cock started to harden. So you are getting horny are you she said. And grabbed his cock and balls and teased them. She then reached for a cock and ball attachment and slid his cock and balls into it. He grew harder and his cock and balls swelled with the restraint. He was led from the room to a bigger room by his cock. This larger room contained two frames with restraints on each corner. They could be rotated to just about any angle. Sarah was nowhere to be seen and he hoped that she was OK. Cara positioned James against the restraint and clipped him into place. With his legs and arms spread his was totally exposed. She rotated him to make sure everything was working fine.
A few minuted passed and Zed lead Sarah in with the lead, which made Sarah even hornier as it rubbed against her cunt and arse. She saw James spreadeagled and realised that she also would be receiving the same fate. Zed then clipped Sarah into place, with her legs wide open for all to see. She was turned to face James and noticed that his cock and balls were in some sort of contraption and were swelled up and bright red and precum was oozing form his cock.
Sarah was then repositioned facing down. She had her cunt and arse facing James so he could see everything that was going on. She felt a hand on her arse and then some lube smeared on her arsehole. She wasn't sure if it was Zed or Care doing it but she didn't really care, it felt good. Fingers were now probing her arsehole and her cunt so she knew it had to be both of them. More fingers slipped into her arsehole and it was being widened for some reason. She then felt a hard object being placed at the entrance to her arsehole and slowly pushed against it. Fuck it was big. It hurt a little to start with but then a wave of pleasure came over her and she accepted it. It grew larger as it entered and she realised it was a butt plug. Opening her arse up. After about 10 minutes it was all the way in and her arse closed over it. She felt very full.
James had been watching this from a short distance. Watch them play with her and her arse made his cock so hard it felt like it was going to burst. He wanted Sarah's arse ready to take him latter and they had made sure that she would be ready to take his cock. He then saw Cara put on a strap on cock in front of Sarah. Cara then positioned herself behind Sarah and slowly worked her plastic cock into Sarah's cunt. Sarah had never felt as full as she did no. With something up her arse and cunt at the same time. Every time she wiggled she could feel the butt plug inside her. Then as quick as it had started it stopped. And they spun Sarah around to an upright position to watch James. It was now his turn.
Cara released the cock ring contraption and James felt a huge relief as the pressure had been extreme after watching what they did to Sarah. Now what had she planned for him ? They spun him around so his arse was facing Sarah, and he felt lubrication being applied to his arsehole. Slowly Cara inserted a finger. Pushed it in a little further, then more. Gradually another finger was worked in. Then a hard object was placed at the entrance to his arsehole. It felt big and James had only ever had a finger up his arse. Gradually it was forced up his arse further. It felt uncomfortable at first but gradually it felt good. Then the vibrator was turned on and slid up a little further. Cara really knew what she was doing, it was hitting his prostrate and within a couple of minutes his cock was pulsating and he squirted all over the floor without anyone even touching his cock. Sarah smiled, she had thought that if he wants to fuck my arse then he needs to know what it feels like. James was returned to an upright position to recover.
Sarah was removed from her restraints and lead over to a vault that looked like a jumping vault. He legs and arms were spread and locked into place. The butt plug was then removed and she felt a bit empty. She herd rattling from behind but couldn't see what was going on. Then she felt her cunt being played with, she was then licked from cunt to arsehole. She came again. Fingers were being pushed up her cunt and arse. She didn't know whose they were but at this stage she didn't care, she was so turned on. Then she felt a cock at the entrance to her cunt, it slid in easily as she was so wet. It was then removed and placed at the entrance to her arse. It came to her that was why they had inserted a butt plug to open her arse up. The cock slipped in easily, it felt familiar. The breathing on her neck confirmed what she had already thought, it was Stephen's cock in her arse and she pushed back.
Cara and Zed appeared in front of her and took their clothes off. Cara had a shaven cunt and had a ring through her flaps. Zed's cock was even bigger than she had imagined and he was obviously enjoying his job as his cock was dribbling. James pounded Sarah's arse, she was cumming again and again. It turned her on that they were fucking in front of complete strangers.
Zed moved forward and placed his cock centimetres in front of Sarah's mouth. She licked her lips and put her tongue out. Zed took the sign and moved forward so Sarah could take his cock in her mouth, it tasted salty and she took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. He suddenly removed it only to be replaced with Cara's cunt. Sarah licked Cara's wetness, it tasted sweet. Cara's then turned around and forced her arse into Sarah's face. It also tasted sweet. There was so much going on that Sarah's head began to spin. She was in heaven. She was getting fucked everywhere and she let go having multiply orgasms. Cara and Zed continued to swap places. Sarah alternated between licking his balls and sucking his cock. He couldn't hold on any longer so he moved slightly away and pulled himself off over Sarah's face.
This put James over the top and he started to fuck Sarah hard. She felt the biggest orgasm she had ever felt building. And as she came he arse tightened sending James over the edge and squirting a huge load up her arse which extended her orgasm even longer. She saw stars she had never seen, and was totally exhausted. James collapsed on top of her.
After getting their breath Sarah was released for her restraints. They thanked Cara and Zed for a wonderful time and were lead to a room with a shower to clean up. They embraced each other under the warm water and kissed for many minutes. They took turned in cleaning each other which lead to another quick fuck under the water with Sarah facing the wall. Another load of cum squirted up her cunt. They were both well satisfied and exhausted.
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| La Cucina -Pt 2
The first time she had seen Mikes place Janie had looked at the kitchen bench and had evil wicked thoughts about being bent over it and being spanked. In the past few months since she moved in, he had taken her over his knee, in the lounge room, in the bedroom, bathroom and even the patio, but the kitchen had been off limits. She always wondered why that was.
"Do you know why I have not taken you in-hand in the kitchen?" It seemed like he was reading her thoughts again.
"No Mike"
"Well this is your domain and I didn't want to see you disrespected in it. However, seeing as you have disrespected me, I feel it is only fair to spank you on the very bench that you prepare meals for me on, fair enough?" His explanation seemed to make sense, but if she agreed, she knew that this would be no ordinary spanking.
"Yes Mike," she knew that she would just have to take what ever he dished out ... after all, isn't that what I'd pushed for? He leaned over and opened the drawer next to her, pulling out a long flat solid wood spatula.
"This is what my Nonna used for spaghetti sauces; I've always wondered what it would sound like on human flesh," he was kneading her right cheek with his left hand, pinching the flesh and making it very warm.
She sunk deeper and deeper into a hypnotic state as he played with the flesh on her cheeks. Calmly she stayed put as he had instructed. The spatula was laid on the bench next to her so she could see it. Pat, pat, pat ... the rhythm of his hand on her bottom started slowly and brought her to a deeper hypnotic state. Pat, Pat, PAT, Pat, Pat, PAT, pat, pat, PAT .... Each third one seemed to come down harder on her right cheek, continuing until she could take no more... the third stroke got harder and harder until all of them seemed to be the same ... SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! She could take no more and her knees began to jiggle, making her bum wobble in the process.
His hand lay on the small of her back pushing her ass up to meet his hand as he punctuated every word. "I SMACK! ...told SMACK! ...you SMACK! ...to SMACK! ...stay SMACK! ...put SMACK! ...and SMACK! ...not SMACK! ...MOVE! SMACK!" She began to whimper her right cheek now blazing red-hot. It was not long until the same rhythm started on the left cheek ... Pat, Pat, PAT, Pat, Pat, PAT, pat, pat, PAT!; each third one getting stronger - only this time it did not take as much to make her knees jiggle. Janie knew what was coming ... Smack! Smack! SMACK! SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
By the time Mike had warmed up, both cheeks were red hot and blazing. He wanted so much to use the spatula,
"Brat, what are you going to do next time I say ‘tea?'"
"Go and make one?" her voice broke slightly as she held back the tears welling inside her.
"Of course you won't! But then if I do this you might remember who the boss is!" He picked up the spatula and Janie stiffened on the bench. His hand immediately shot to the nape of her neck and twisted her long hair in his fist. Her bottom stuck up as her belly pushed into the now warm bench. She tried to pull against him - but like a bridled horse, there was no escape. His grip was too tight and she knew that to fight it would only mean more swats. The first one came down on her right cheek, SLAP!; she caught her breath - it stung so much, not like his hand at all!
The next one came down on the same cheek SLAP! And the next SLAP! And the next SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Janie shifted weight from leg to leg, his hand still holding her tightly in place, her cries muffled by her gritted teeth. Mike lay the tool down and Janie relaxed a little, his hand smoothed over the now-very-welted skin,
"Hmmm interesting ... I think I have seen this before somewhere?" He seemed to be in a world of his own now - the discipline was secondary to his memories ... Memories of his Nonna cooking with the spatula. Nonno coming in from the smoke house to find her stirring one of her famous Napoli sauces... smells of his youth flooded him, as he ran his fingers over the familiar welts... He was hiding in amongst the grapes, Nonno hadn't seen him as he walked right under him ... the glass doors provided a perfect view, as Nonno took Nonna and bent her over the kitchen bench ....
Janie knew not to move, even though he had stopped, he was not finished. Mike picked up the spatula again and pushed her down on the bench hard. The swatting started furiously, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She jiggled, and shifted weight from leg to leg, her cries now loud yelps of pain, coming from deep with in her ... He continued swatting SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Do you want more, I know you do ..." it was as though she had no say in the conversation that he was having ... "here it is the big spatula just for my little brat!" Memories of his Nonno, spanking his Nonna on the kitchen bench mixed with what he was doing as he brought Janie to the peak, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Janie yelled out a final guttural moaning cry that echoed through the kitchen, the cry of a woman released from pain,
"Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OH ...MY ...FUCK ...OHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!!!!" she collapsed onto the floor and Mike placed the spatula back on the bench, scooping her up in his arms and holding her like a baby, he sat on the nearest chair and cradled her, gently placing her very raw bottom on his lap as she cried, and cried and cried...
It seemed the spatula had had a long and illustrious tradition with in his family - and the kitchen, well that was the perfect setting for a good hard spanking!
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| La Cucina - Pt 1
Janie had been a cheeky brat of late. Everything that she was supposed to do for Mike was done, but in such a way that the arguments between them were horrendous. In their home, she did the cooking, dishes, washed the clothes, kept the house clean and tidy and in return; he provided for her and pampered her - beauticians one week, hairdressers another or a night out at a fancy restaurant, new clothes and jewelry. Oh, and then there were the spankings!
When Janie and Mike had first met, she was meek and unable to stand-up for what she wanted; as a result, all her adult relationships had ended because she could not ask for the one thing she truly desired - a strong hand to guide her. She still did all the other things listed above, but there was nothing in it for her. Therefore, she would be petulant and cheeky like a child - pushing her partner's boundaries until they left saying she was ‘high maintenance'! It was not that she wanted them to be violent with her, it was just that she orgasmed best with a good sound spanking. Then Mike had come along, well in fact they had met online - one good thing about that was that she could state upfront what she wanted and attract the ‘right' kind of person. The whole BDSM thing was not her scene; she knew that all she wanted was a good spanking on a daily basis - was that too much to ask?
Janie arrived at the bar that they had arranged to meet at, out in public, all safe and sane. She even had her friend Mandy call her after thirty minutes to check if she was ok. They sat down and Mike looked her over with intense eyes that seemed to be unwavering in cutting through to her soul. They did the usual ‘getting-to-know-you' chitchat and then Mandy called,
"Excuse me Mike but I must take this, it's my baby sitter" Janie lied to him.
"Of course, I understand. Would you like another drink? I'll give you two some space to talk about me," he stood up, winking.
"Oh, um, yes please that would be great," she stumbled ...how did he know?
Janie took the call and ended it quickly, watching Mike at the bar and feeling a little uncomfortable... had she shown too much in her profile? He seemed to read her so well!
He sat down with the drinks,
"So is there some made up emergency that you need to leave for?" Again, that smile and wink as though the joke was on her.
"No, I'm good to stay for another drink." She replied, head down trying to hide the blush creeping over her face.
"And then what?"
The simple question jerked her head up - what did he expect?
"Well I don't know - what did you have in mind?" better to let him lead.
"You see that corridor over there - it leads to the bathrooms," He leaned in close whispering to her, while stroking the back of her hand. "I want you to go to the ladies room and stand in front of the mirror," he let his finger trail up her forearm; "pull your skirt up and your panties down and bend over so that you are nose to nose with yourself in the mirror," his finger hypnotized her as it trailed up the side of her neck and into the hair at the nape; "then ... I want you to wait for me."
Janie sighed and lifted her head,
"Okay," She stood, forgetting the drink, and walked in a daze to the Ladies' bathroom.
That was eight months ago and that first spanking - with the added bonus of maybe being caught - had fueled such excitement in them. Since then, Janie had moved in with him. Of course she had no children but Mike had worked that one out from the beginning; "the babysitter" was a rouse in case she needed an out. The days went by splendidly and they turned into weeks, each time she would get a sound spanking from him for her troubles; troubles that seemed to disappear after the resounding echo of the spanking was gone, only the heat on her bottom remained.
In the past week, Mike had been caught up with one thing or another at work - and his mind was only on that - Janie had tried everything to get the spanking she, now, deserved. Mike was and always would be King and commander in their lives - but Janie had taken it upon herself to challenge that. He required a cup of tea after dinner every night; this one night, she looked at him as he said, "Tea?" as he always did - meaning ‘get me a cup of tea'. She replied, "Love one, you making?" it was the straw that broke the camels back and Mike stood up from his recliner chair, took her wrist firmly in his grasp and dragged her into the kitchen. Her steps were two to his one long stride ... oh dear, what have I done! Fear began to spread through her, had she taken it a little too far.
"Get in there and make me a tea - and no you cannot have one for yourself - at least not yet." His voice was low and menacing.
"Yes dear" the cheekiness of that response resonated in the kitchen as the kettle began to rumble. He stood behind her, pressing her belly onto the bench, his hardness butting into her soft bottom cheeks. Her hands moved automatically, she leaned forward, taking the tea out of the canister on the deep bench, her bottom pressing further into his crotch. Swiftly he stepped back,
"You enjoy teasing my cock don't you? That soft round bottom of yours, snuggling into my crotch," His hands were kneading her cheeks now and she found it difficult to concentrate; the task was to make tea she reminded herself. She did not reply to his question as she was too focused; his hands seemed to knead deeper and deeper into her flesh, pinching slightly as he took handfuls of her ample bum in his strong fist.
"You do enjoy teasing me; and don't think I haven't noticed your behaviour of late. You have been very cheeky, my little brat!" SMACK! The first swat on her bottom came on the word ‘brat'. She was just about to lift the kettle, but decided against it.
"You seem to have stopped what you were doing, I want my tea brat!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"But I ...."
"But what? Afraid I will smack you again while you have the kettle in your hand. Come on, give me credit!! You have done nothing but question my authority in this house for the past week - you need to learn who is boss again. Now make the tea!" his voice was not loud, but the underlying meaning was clear - do not question him again. His hands remained on her bottom, patting, kneading and gently smoothing the material of her skirt.
"Yes Mike, I will make your tea; tonight and every night," she stated as she lifted the kettle and poured the water over the tea bag. She stirred it as he stirred something in her that had been dormant for too long. Removing the tea bag and placing it in the bench top bin, she lifted the cup to hand him. He had her pinned to the bench, and simply said,
"Put it down." She did as he instructed.
"Make sure it's out of the way but do not move from the spot you are standing on." She put the tea to one side. The long island bench stretched out empty before her, the kettle off to one side, tea sitting beside it.
"Stretch forward brat, now you will know what a good hard spanking is all about!" He lifted her skirt and tucked it in the band so that it would not fall. Tucking his fingers on the sides of her panties, he yanked them down to her ankles. As she lay her body down on the stone bench, the cool hit her breasts through her thin shirt. She bent her elbows under her to lift them off,
"No, arms straight and hands gripping the other side; I want you to hold that position. If you move there will be consequences."
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| The Machine
The machine.
I'm sure you have all seen videos of girls being fucked by machines on the porn sites before.
Well I had been fantasizing for some time about being tied down and fucked senseless by one and I just happened to mention it to my close friend Jill one day when we were having an afternoon coffee at her house.
We had been friends for some time and would often spend time during the day together, getting more intimate all the time, until we had reached the stage of a full on sexual relationship when we found that we were both bisexual.
"Would you really like to try that?" she said intently looking into my eyes. "Oh yes I'd love to" I replied "but it will never happen. Those machines cost a lot to buy and I don't think you can get them in this country anyway."
Jill gave a big grin and said that you don't have to buy one if you have a clever husband like her Tom. And that he had made one for him to use on her.
" Wow can I see it?" I said. "OK" she said, "it's in the bedroom, come on upstairs and I‘ll show it to you."
We went up to her bedroom and sure enough she lifted it out of the closet and put it on a small table which stood at the foot of the bed.
It had a thick wooden base with an electric motor and a wheel with an arm fixed to a rod which was mounted on a slider. There was a box with two control knobs on an electric cord and another cord with a plug on the end.
"Why don't you come around tomorrow morning after Tom has gone to work and try it out" She said.
"OK" I said, "if you're sure we will be undisturbed"
She put the machine away and we went down to the kitchen and after a sensual loving embrace I went home to my flat.
I went onto the internet that evening and watched several porn films of machines fucking young girl and I dreamt about them all night, so when I woke up I was feeling very randy.
I knew that Tom left for work at 08.00 so I arrived there and rang the doorbell at 08.30 trembling with anticipation.
Jill answered the door in a sexy semi see-through short nightdress which immediately gave me the hots for her and as soon as we were inside we held each other tight and kissed a long sensual kiss.
"Come on upstairs she said I'm just getting things ready."
We reached the bedroom and she had already set the machine up on the table.
She took a bag out of the closet and took out a large dildo which she attached to the end of the rod. I noticed that there was a small lump of jelly like rubber about half way along the top of it which was about the size and shape of about a half golf ball but was very soft to touch.
She plugged in the cord and turned to me and said. "Well are you ready to give it a try?"
My heart was in my mouth and I could hardly speak. "What right now?" I said.
"Well why not?" she replied. "Why don't you lie down on the bed and see if you like it as much as you think you would. After all you said it was your fantasy to be fucked senseless by one wasn't it?"
"OK" I said "if you're sure it will be alright."
She helped to strip me out of my clothes and lay me on the bed.
Tom and her would often indulge in some bondage on the bed and so they had handcuffs and ankle cuffs permanently fitted to the corners of the bed. We had used them during our daytime sexy meetings.
She began to kiss and caress me and soon had me turned on. After a while she was licking and sucking my breasts and fingering my pussy until I became very sexy.
She gently and sensually pined me down and before I realized what was happening she had snapped both my wrists into the handcuffs at the top corners of the bed. She quickly jumped off of the bed and went to the foot of the bed and grabbing my right ankle she pulled it hard and snapped a cuff on it and repeated the same thing to the other leg. Then she adjusted the cuff chains to stretch me as much as she could
I was now stretched out on the bed and completely naked and helpless.
"That's just to make sure that you don't chicken out" she said.
Next she produced a ball gag from the bedside draw and placed it on my mouth.
"And that's to make sure that you don't alarm the people next door when you scream out in ecstasy."
"Now lets see what sort of a fucking you can take" she said. And she pushed the table closer to the foot of the bed.
By this time I was becoming very aroused from the thought of being at her mercy.
She climbed up onto the bed next to me and began to feel my 38D breasts and kiss and suck on my nipples.
Her hands traveled over my helpless body, gently massaging and stroking and soon they found my already wet pussy and as she began to stroke and finger it I felt myself slipping away into an ever increasing state of intense arousal.
Her lips slowly followed the same path that her hands had and soon I could feel her long tong licking and flicking my clit and then her lips closing over it as she began to suck.
This felt so much better than ever before. Knowing that I could do nothing but lay there and take whatever she wanted to do to me was such a turn on.
She worked her tong up and down the full length of my pussy stopping briefly to gently fuck me with it then to suck on my clit again.
By this time I was moaning with the pleasure of what was happening to me.
Then I felt the tip of the dildo pressing against me as she moved the machine closer and closer and soon the big rubber penis head was pressed firmly against my clit.
I held my breath in anticipation as she picked up the control box and began to gradually turn one of the knobs.
There was a slight hum and I felt a small vibration which caused me to give a gasp. It felt good and as she turned the knob further the vibrations grew stronger against my clit and I became more and more aroused.
Soon the dildo was shaking my clit so hard that I could not hold back any longer and I finally lost control to a shuddering orgasm causing my love juices to flow out of my pussy all over the vibrating dildo.
She stopped the vibration, but before I could fully recover from the orgasm Jill re-maneuvered the machine and I felt the dildo slide into me inch by inch until she had worked the full nine inches of it into my sopping wet pussy.
She then proceeded to turn the other knob and the dildo began to slide in and out and the machine began to slowly fuck me.
It was then that I discovered the reason for the jelly like lump on the dildo, as it began to massage my G spot with every stroke, back and forth back and forth it went.
The slow rhythm of the machine was quickly bringing me back to the boil. "How's that" she said "Oh yes yes yes" I murmured through the gag and just as I was enjoying the experience and groaning with the ecstasy of it, the bedroom door opened and in walked Tom, Jill's husband.
What's this then? Playing games without me are you Jill?
I felt panic.
There I was stretched out stark naked on the bed with the machine continuing to pump relentlessly in and out of me and Jill‘s husband was standing there staring at me with a strange look in his eyes.
I found that Jill had stretched me out so much that I was unable to move away from the machine which was relentlessly screwing me so nicely.
Jill could not hide a grin when she looked at me and then I realized that it had been a set up all along and that I was destined to be their plaything for the rest of the day.
The thought was an immediate turn on and a shudder of anticipation ran through my naked body.
The machine was still screwing me slowly as I watched them both strip off and approach me one on each side they both began to feel my breasts and to suck my nipples and they soon had me fully aroused and looking foreword to anything they wanted to do to me, I was passed caring.
Jill went down on my clit and began to lick and suck it whilst Tom took charge of the controls.
He began by very slowly increasing the machine speed bit by bit with one hand whilst squeezing and rolling my left nipple with the other. All the while licking and sucking my other nipple.
It was awesome to have all of my most sensitive erogenous zones stimulated at the same time.
This went on and on for ages and the machine was now pounding my pussy at a really rapid rate giving my G spot the most fantastic massaging ever.
I was threshing and writhing on the bed by now completely out of control as I came again and again and the machine was still getting faster and faster. Jill reached into the draw again and produced a mains powered vibrator which she plugged in and applied to my clit.
This sent me into convolutions as my existence became one never ending orgasm which they would not let stop.
Then, when Tom turned the dildo vibration back on as well, I completely lost all control and began to squirt cum from my cunt for the first time in my life. I was gasping and crying with the ecstasy but they just kept on and I kept on Cumming again and again.
Every time I came, they backed off the controls and slowed the machine until I recovered, then gradually increased it again until I began to cum again.
They kept this up for about two hours and I lost count of how many times they had me screaming in ecstasy and I began to see stars as the orgasms kept on and on and eventually I passed out.
When I came too I found that I was unshackled and the gag was removed.
Tom and Jill were sitting at the foot of the bed looking at me. "How long was I out for?" I asked. "About half an hour" said Tom. "How do you feel?"
"I feel well and truly fucked." I said. "But it was great."
"Well you said that you wanted to be fucked senseless" said Jill. "What was it like?"
I looked at Tom and he looked at me and we both began to grin at each other.
"Well shall we show her?" I said and we both pounced on her.
We stretched her out on the bed and shackled and gagged her as I had been.
Then I looked in the draw to see what else I could find and amongst other things I found a blindfold which I put on Jill so she was now rendered naked, blind, gagged and helpless and at our mercy.
"Now you're for it" I said. I'm going to get my own back and teach you a lesson for setting me up like that.
I took Tom outside and asked him if he would like to have a friend to join us to give his wife the fucking of her life. And he said that it would be great, so after a quick call to one of my fuck buddies. We returned to the bedroom and got to work on Jill.
We started off by giving her a two person oil massage exploring every inch of her sexy body with our fingers and after about ten minuets of this treatment we had her heaving and moaning with pleasure.
I picked up the vibrator and turned it on low and began teasing her nipples with it whilst Tom was kneading her lovely firm breasts. After a while I worked the vibrator down her belly to her crutch and started running it up and down from her ass to her clit.
She was loving what we were doing to her and so we upped the ante.
Tom started to suck her nipples alternately and I turned up the vibrator, keeping it on her clit and started to finger her vagina.
I slid first one, then two fingers inside her and started to massage her G spot.
Soon she was writhing about and moaning through the gag as she had her first orgasm. But we didn't stop and we soon had her back ready to go again.
Just then a car horn outside sounded three times. I said that I wanted to go to the toilet and handed the vibrator to Tom. I left the bedroom and went to the front door and let my friend Mick in.
I led him into the bedroom and introduced him to Tom in a whisper and he quickly removed his clothes.
Tom started to squeeze her left breast and suck on the nipple and indicated that Mick should do the same to the other, which he did.
I began to caress her pussy and sliding two fingers into her and massaging her G spot again. Then I started to lick and suck her clit.
That was when she realized that there were three of us pleasuring her naked, helpless body and she gave a squeal of surprise as the penny dropped that she was about to get more than she had bargained for.
I moved the fucking machine in closer until the head of the dildo was pressed firmly against her clit and turned the vibration control on. The head of the rubber penis began to vibrate and she gasped at the sensation.
Soon she was pushing back and squirming against it to get the full effects of the vibrations as I began to turn the control up further and further. Her clit was dancing with the now violent hammering it was receiving from the machine.
Her vagina began to pulsate as she had an uncontrollable orgasm and her love juices oozed out of her and trickled down to her anus.
After she had finished convulsing I changed places with Mick who repositioned the machine lining up the head of the dildo with her now self lubricated anus.
She squirmed and drew in a deep breath as she felt the head of the rubber prick pushed slowly into her. Inch by inch she felt it's shaft slide further and further in until she had its full length filling her.
Tom then surprised us all by sliding his cock fully into her vagina and turning on the machine.
As the machine began to stroke in and out Mick began to keep pace with it fucking her pussy with long firm strokes.
Jill began to heave and buck uncontrollably screaming through the gag. Oh my god oh yes oh yes oh yes.
Tom and I were still working on her breasts and Tom began to kiss her neck she began to have a huge orgasm.
Mick turned the speed up higher and also turned the vibration on full. He stopped his pumping and held his penis still, hard up inside her, feeling the dildo sliding up and down through the thin wall which separated his cock from it.
Jill was completely overwhelmed with the ecstasy of it all and her orgasm went on and on and as she writhed and convulsed I continued to lick and suck her nipples.
Tom got off the bed and came round to where I was kneeling on my side and taking my hips firmly in his hands he slid his cock into my pussy which was still very sensitive from the attention it had received from the machine earlier.
He began to fuck me and I only took a few moments to orgasm and as my pussy convulsed and squeezed him inside me he began to cum Tom sent wad after wad of cum surging into me just as I was finishing my orgasm and it felt great.
.Just then Mick's cock erupted inside Jill pumping copious quantities of hot sperm deep into her. And as he did she finally gave a great heave and a shudder and lapsed into unconsciousness and Mick withdrew his cock and switched off the machine.
Then We undid Jill's cuffs and removed the gag and blindfold and we all collapsed on the bed.
After a while Jill came too again.
"Well how did you like having the tables turned on you I said."
"I absolutely loved it" she said. "When can we do it again?"
"This is my friend Mick" I said " how would you like him to join us next time?
She looked at Tom and asked if it was OK with him.
"It's just fine with me" he said. "The sooner the better."
But that's another story…
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| the pub
i have all way had a fantasy but could never found any one to do it and i have still been waiting but i had a dream that i was out at a pub haveing a few beers by myself and this man and lady came over to me and sat next to me she started to chat me up she took me tolet and asked if she could give me a blow after a few min we returned form the toilet and i felt great we had a few more beers i got asked if i could return to there flat whit them. we got back there she got stragiht to the point and asked if her boy friend could spit roast me i wounder how she could fuck me
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| The customer by mrs sexslave
Introduction: A restaraunt manager tries to make a customers night pleasant but ends up giving him better service than she ever imagined.
The restaurant was only half full. I had expected better of a Thursday night, we were turning people back this time last week. I survey the tables making sure that my waitresses were not missing anything. I had managed the French restaurant for almost a year now and I prided myself on the service that my guests received.
Kate, one of my best waitresses, storms past me, muttering angrily to herself. Kate was normally friendly and hard working. It was unusual for her to be in a mood. She turns to me, flushed, and says "The guy on table 4 is a wanker." She slams down the glasses that she had been carrying and repeats herself "WANKER."
Normally I wouldn't put up with my staff bitching about the clientele but then again, normally Kate wouldn't. There was a very good chance that the guy on table 4 was a wanker. Monica, a shy girl who had only just started with me, nodded slightly but was not brave enough to voice her opinion.
I sigh and look over to table 4. The man sitting there was tall with dark hair, impeccably dressed and absolutely screamed of arrogance. Arrogance also points towards money and money kept this restaurant running. I look around the tables again. It was not busy and everything else seemed under control. Looking back at the handsome man I made a decision "Alright Kate, I will take over on table 4… PROVIDING that you lighten up a bit! You'll scare people off with that face on!"
I was doing Kate a favour but, to be completely honest, there was something very attractive about the man on table 4. Even from across the room you could feel his self assured presence.
Kate managed a slight smile and thanked me "You'll see though! He really is horrible!"
It had been a while since I had served tables personally. It was almost a bit of fun to get back on the floor again. I straighten my skirt so that it sat snugly on my hip and with my best smile on, walk over to my new customer. He sees me coming and looks up from the menu without a smile in return.
"Finally!!" he says, pursing his lips, apparently annoyed at the almost non-existent wait on service. "I'll have the steak. Rare."
Well, I can see where Kate was coming from. It took all my will power to keep myself smiling. "Of course, Sir. Would you like another drink?"
Instead of answering, he quite blatantly begins to look me up and down. His eyes wandered over my full breasts past my small waist and then down my long legs. "Are you my waitress for the night?" he asks.
"Yes, sir" I reply "I will be taking care of you this evening so if there is anything you need just let me know."
I turn and walk off. I can feel his eyes watching my arse swing as I walk away. What a wanker! I had felt like a piece of meat when he had looked me over. Nothing more than something he could buy in a shop. Why had I told Kate that I would take over for her!?
The mans attitude did not improve as the night continued. He ogled my breasts at every opportunity but was nothing but rude to me as I tried my best to keep him happy.
I was glad when it came time for me to count up as the girls looked after the last of the customers. The man was settled in with his coffee and did not look like he was ready to leave. It would take me half an hour to finish up so for now I could leave him where he was. I looked over to Kate "He is a wanker! But you be nice to him! If you have any trouble come and get me." I walk off to the office to start the end of night procedure.
I was almost feeling relaxed when Kate stormed into the office. "Everyone else is gone, Steph, except for table 4. He just won't leave! I took him his bill but he hasn't even look at it!" She was flushed again, this man really rubbed her the wrong way! "Anyway," she continued "Mon and I have finished our shift."
I roll my eyes. "OK Kate, don't get worked up. Is everything else done?" Kate nods aggressively. "We are all finished."
Oh, jeezz… I was going to have to deal with that wanker again. "OK, you girls can go home. I'll see you tomorrow."
I return from the office with Kate. Everything was done but the man was still on table 4, nursing his coffee. Monica and Kate rushed out of the door shouting there goodbyes, relieved to be finished for the night.
I walk over to my last customer, steeling myself. Again he looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts. It was like he wanted to take them in his hands and nuzzle them. I blush slightly at the thought and feel my groin warm slightly. He was very good looking and the sheer force of his arrogance was a bit overwhelming.
"Was everything to your liking, sir?"
He nods, puts down his coffee and stands. "Your service was wonderful. You are a very good host."
Well, at least he was happy. I notice he is standing closer to me than I would normally feel comfortable with. He was built well and was even more attractive up close. He stroked my arm, shocking me with his touch. "But I was wondering if you could service me a little more."
He reached his hand behind my head, pulling me towards me and starts to kiss me passionately. I can't help but respond to his advance. My nipples instantly became hard. He wasted no time in beginning to unbutton my top. The breasts that he had been watching all night were suddenly on display. He reaches into my bra, taking my left breast in his hand, his fingers playing with my nipple. My right breast soon gets the same treatment. I am almost unbearable turned on. I have not had any action for a long time and the way this man has taken control has been intoxicating.
"I don't think this is appropriate, Sir" I manage to breathe, barely keep myself in control of my body.
"I think it is appropriate." He smirked down at me, "The customer is always right. Have you ever heard that expression?"
He continues to unbutton my top until it is loose and he pulls it off my leaving me in the middle of my restaurant in only my bra. This does not last very long as he reaches behind, probing my mouth with his tongue and removes the last obstacle to my tits. His hands grasp at my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples, which are painfully hard. Every touch of my nipples creates a ripple of desire in my cunt.
"Take off your skirt" he orders me. I blanch slightly at the command but my body betrays me. I am hot and wet from my nipples being so wonderfully caressed. I unzip my skirt and allow it to fall to the ground.
His hand slides into my panties and finds my swollen clitoris. The lightest touch makes me quiver before him. The dark street seems empty at the moment but at any time a passerby could come past and witness this scene. He slowly uses his other hand to take my last garment away from me, sliding my panties down to my ankles.
With complete confidence he roughly picks me up and sits me on the bar, opening my legs with his body. One finger enters me, finding me wet and welcoming. I moan in desire, hardly remembering what I had thought of this man a few minutes before. "Oh God," I moan and this encourages him to spread me wider and enter me with a second finger. I continue to moan softly as I allow his fingers further and further into me. He is nibbling at my nipples at the same time, slowly changing from one side to another. Behind him I can see out of the large windows into the street. On the other side if the street a drunk couple pass by but seem not to notice the naked woman being pleasured on the bar.
I can hardly stand the pleasure and sharply say "Oh, I think I'm going to come." I am burning with desire and can't wait to release myself.
Quickly he pulls me down off the bar, kissing me again. "Not yet," he says. I can feel his penis hard beneath his trousers. He puts some pressure on my shoulders, lost in my lust I kneel down before him. A moment later his rock hard penis is in his hand in front of my face. Grabbing the back of my head again he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag slightly as his cock chokes me, filling my mouth and beginning to enter my throat. I try and pull back but his strong hands held my head in place as he thrust his cock in and out of my warm, defenceless mouth.
Now it was his turn to moan in pleasure, "Oh, good girl!" He thrusts into my mouth again his shaft wet with my saliva. "You really do give great service!" He thrusts once more into my mouth, so far that his cock ends up deep in my throat, his balls dangling down to my chin. His moan of pleasure was combined with spasms from his cock. He was enjoying using me, quickly becoming more and more excited.
I whimper slightly as he fucks my mouth, imagining someone I know walking past and seeing me naked on my knees in my restaurant with some stranger's cock being given a thorough blow job. His hand was still holding my head in place but for some reason the helplessness of my situation was making me even wetter. He had no thought for me as he used my mouth to pleasure himself but my cunt was still aching from the attention it had received earlier. My juices were making my inner thighs wet and my fingers found themselves drawn to my swollen clitoris.
I played with myself without even thinking about it, my fingers putting pressure on my clitoris as I rubbed myself making myself even wetter. I moan even as my customers cock spasms inside my mouth. He moans again and I can feel that he is ready to come.
"Oh, you are very good at this," my customer says, breathing heavily. "I think you are going to get the opportunity to drink my cum!"
I allow my fingers to enter my wet pussy and they are instantly swallowed, my juices beginning to run slowly down my hand. He has reached the pinnacle of his pleasure and both hands pull my face towards him as he enters me for the last time, coming hard into my mouth.
His cum enters my mouth with a huge amount of force and as I taste the saltiness of his semen he lets his head fall back, a huge smile playing on his lips. "Oh, yes, that was fantastic." His hands do not release my head until I swallow his cum down, all the while I continue to play with my hot pussy.
The man steps away from me, watching me rub my clitoris even while two fingers are pulling in and out of my cunt.
"Well, this is great", he says with a laugh, "You are even going to service yourself."
I feel humiliated as he zips himself up and straightening his belt but I am dying to cum and my body won't allow me to stop the sweet caressing. My naked breasts bounce slightly against my chest as my hips grind my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy. All the while I am on my knees before the customer, teetering on the edge of an orgasm as I touch myself.
He reaches into his pocket and draws out his wallet. He leafs through it carelessly, his eyes not leaving the show playing out before him. I suddenly feel my nipples contract and with a moan that is almost a scream I cum, hard. My fingers are still inside my pussy as it contracts and ripples. For a moment, I am in ecstasy.
I instantly feel drained as I come to my senses again and realise my situation. I look over to the large windows facing onto the street. A middle age man has stopped by the right end of the windows and has just watch me masturbate on my knees.
My attention is drawn back to my customer as he pulls a wad of bills from his wallet and throws them down onto the nearest table.
"I think you'll find a nice, healthy tip for yourself in there," he says winking at me.
With that he picks up his coat, turns on his heels and walks out, leaving me alone, naked and suddenly feeling terribly cheap.
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| Disobedient Wife
My name, for the purposes of this story, is Debbie and at the time this took place I was 23 and Bill and I had been married for just on two years. We had always enjoyed a passionate but exclusive sex life and really enjoyed each other’s company. One thing that set us apart from other married couples we know is that Bill is old fashioned in his beliefs about marriage.
He insists that a wife should obey her husband in all things and I am happy to go along with that because, well, frankly, I quite enjoy having someone else make all the decisions so that I don’t have to take responsibility for what happens. I know this doesn’t fit in with modern views on marriage but my sister and I were raised by a disciplinarian father who always told us how to behave and had no hesitation in giving us a good spanking if we disobeyed (but never anything sexual – I don’t want to give the wrong idea) and so it was quite pleasant for me to find a husband who fit the same mould.
Anyway, during the first two years of the marriage, if I displeased him, Bill would discipline me with a little spanking. It was never vicious and became a kind of ritual, usually followed by fast and furious love making. On this particular day, however, Bill took the discipline to a whole new level.
I had been out with some girlfriends from work celebrating a birthday and Bill had told me to be home by midnight. Now normally I would obey his instructions but on this particular night I had a few drinks, lost track of time and did not get home until around 2.00am. Bill, of course, was waiting up for me and I expected that he would be furious but he simply said, in a calm voice, “Go to bed, sober up and I will think of a suitable punishment tomorrow.” I wasn’t too concerned, I expected that I would have to undergo the usual spanking ritual and all would be OK. I could not have been more wrong!
The next morning over breakfast Bill announced that my punishment would have to wait until the following Friday night. I was puzzled as to why he would want to wait but didn’t think too much about it until the Friday night came and Bill arrived with another man, whom he simply introduced as Fred, a work colleague, both carrying in what looked like a piece of furniture covered in a cloth.
“What’s that?” I asked. “Just a piece of furniture which will help you remember your duties as a wife” he replied as they set it down in the dining room. Now I was puzzled so I looked at him quizzically but he volunteered nothing I went over and pulled off the covering. At first I was even more puzzled – didn’t look like any piece of furniture I had ever seen. It was basically a vertical, T-shaped board with one large and two smaller velvet lined holes cut into it at about waist height and some kind of locking device. Then realization hit! It was a mediaeval “stock” like those they used to punish offenders hundreds of years ago.
“What kind of joke is this?” I yelled, as Bill unlocked the fastening and opened the top board, “There is no way you are getting me in those!”.
Then, so quickly I hardly had time to think, Fred grabbed my wrists from behind and pushed me towards the stocks while Bill grabbed my head and together they forced my head and hands into the cutouts and locked the bar in place. I am quite tall, lean and fairly strong for a woman but it happened so fast I had no time to resist two strong men. “Get me the fuck out of here” I screamed, more angry than I can remember being before. Not only was I a little afraid because this was totally out of character for Bill but because it happened in front of a strange man and now I was completely helpless, bent over at the waist, my head and arms trapped and, I could tell from the cool air on my nipples, my T-shirt was hanging down allowing anyone behind me to get a good view of my breasts. If I had known what was coming that would have been the least of my worries.
“Now Debbie, you are going to learn that you can’t ignore my instructions with impunity and it is obvious that the usual punishment has ceased to be effective” (he was right of course, but I didn’t think he realized it). “Fred is going to stay and witness the punishment so that any time you see him at a work function or on the street you will remember how you felt and will not transgress again. Understand?”
I was still expecting no more than a few hard slaps on the rear end so I subdued my anger and meekly replied “Yes Bill, I promise not to disobey you again”.
“Oh I’m not sure you mean that” he responded “But I guarantee that you will mean it by the time I am finished” and he proceeded to remove his belt. Still part of the game, I reassured myself and if he means to use the belt my jeans will stop it hurting too much. Then he went behind me, held my ankles and told Fred to take my jeans down. Now I was getting angry again – how dare he ask another man to undress me! Bill was the only man who had ever seen me naked and now a complete stranger would see me in only a thong. “Bill, what are you doing?” I pleaded. “A little humiliation is part of the punishment” he whispered harshly.
Fred undid my belt and zipper and slowly (I could tell he was enjoying the anticipation) slid my jeans down to my ankles at which point Bill deftly removed them. For the first time Fred spoke “Thong doesn’t cover much does it!” he leered as he took a seat directly behind me.
“OK Bill that’s …” that’s all I got out before I gasped as Bill hit me across the backside with his belt really hard and it stung like hell! “”Fuck!” I screamed “That really hurt. Stop this now!” There was a pause and so I asked “If we are going to do this S&M thing, shouldn’t we have a safe word or something so that you will know when to stop?” Bill replied, again in a menacing whisper “Well that would be stopping at your pleasure. This is all about my pleasure and I’ll stop when I am ready,” at which point he delivered another almighty whack with the belt. Now my arse was burning and I could actually feel the welts raising on my lilywhite skin. During the pause I could Fred breathing heavily behind me and suddenly I was even more shocked to realize that, in spite of my anger and fear, I was getting wet between the legs as well as crying freely.
The third stripe with the belt stung even on my now sensitive skin and my arse was burning fiercely but all I could do was scream “Fuck, that really hurts you bastard!” through my tears and after a fourth whack, I heard Fred say “Shit Bill, her pants are getting soaked and I don’t think it’s sweat!” I am ashamed to admit that he was right – not only was my arse burning but my cunt was as well.
“You’d better take them off then Fred. We don’t want them ruined.” And he and Fred then removed my soaked thong. Believe it or not, embarrassed as I was at having my crotch fully exposed to my husband and another man, I had to resist the urge to bend my knees to give them a better look and, in spite of myself, I was aching for someone to touch my cunt but I was not going to give them the satisfaction.
Now I was really struggling with myself. Being held absolutely helpless in the stocks, unable to move my arms or head and unable to see anything behind me but knowing that my husband and a stranger were staring at my cunt and discussing it as though I were a piece of meat, I was humiliated and furious. At the same time, my body was betraying me and I wanted them to touch me. After a few minutes, almost as though he could read my mind, I heard Bill say “She also tastes really good Fred, taste her if you like!”
Now in spite of the fact that I was almost dripping with perspiration and cunt juices, this was too much and I yelled “Don’t you dare!” Immediately I received another stinging slash across my already burning arse which caused me to scream as bill yelled “Don’t you tell me what I can or cannot do – not while you’re showing your dripping cunt to another man!” and, with that, Bill and Fred each pulled an ankle to the side so that my legs were spread wide and I screamed again, but this time with pleasure, as I felt a tongue lap at my cunt from the clit to my arsehole. Someone was squatting between my legs so I couldn’t close them and, to be honest, I’m not sure I could have anyway at that point.
It soon became obvious that it was Fred licking my cunt, as Bill came around in front of me with his cock sticking out, stiffer and more swollen than I had ever seen it. “By this time I was almost involuntarily pushing my cunt back into Fred’s face so that his nose was in my vagina and I could not help groaning. Then Bill instructed Fred “Don’t let her come – this is supposed to be her punishment!” and the tongue and nose retreated, except for one quick thrust of his tongue into my arsehole – which almost made me come anyway.”
“Just in case you were close to coming” was accompanied by another stinging slash which, this time, also caught my cuntlips, and then Bill said “OK Debbie, I’m going to give you a choice. Three more slashes with the belt or you can suck my cock.”
Believe me – no real decision to make at this point! To say that I sucked Bill’s cock would be to give the wrong impression. I licked the pre-cum which was by that time dripping from his cock and then he fucked my throat! He shoved his cock all the way into my mouth and into my throat and that made me gag but rather than remove it, he held it there until I stopped gagging and then he very slowly withdrew, made me lick the tip for a while and then slowly shoved it all the way in again. It took three times before I stopped gagging and then it wasn’t so bad. Fred was so quiet I had almost forgotten he was watching until Bill told him to fuck me “And she is here for our pleasure so use any hole you want” he added.
Now I was just a piece of meat with a cock in my throat and one in my cunt and unable to move, but at that stage I didn’t care, I just needed to come. With a mouth full of cock, all I could do was gurgle as Fred thrust what felt like a huge pole into my sensitive cunt and Bill exploded, gushing what seemed like a gallon of cum straight down my throat. I though I would suffocate because I could not pull my head back but I managed it, although some of leaked and ran down my chin.
Bill then nonchalantly wiped his still dripping cock on my face while Fred thrusted his cock so hard I was sure to be bruised internally. Fred then pulled out and I wondered why until he said “Are you sure it’s OK?” “Sure” said Bill “but I have only fucked her arse a couple of times so don’t damage her” and with that, Fred placed the head of his cock against my arsehole and began pushing. My arse was really burning and I really didn’t want this but it was useless to protest at this point, so, by tightening and releasing my sphincter, I helped him ease what must have a good 10 inches of rock hard cock into my rectum and then, as he pumped in and out, he played with my clit and that was too much – I came like a train, shrieking and pumping his cock with my arsehole so that he spurted a gallon of his cum into the other end of my digestive tract. “I told you not to let her come!” remonstrated my husband but anyway, let’s have a beer.
I thought it was now over and they would now let me go to my room to hide my humiliation at having two men pump their cum into me while I was helpless but, instead, they left me, hand and head immobilized, arse and cunt fully exposed whilst they sat the table behind me drinking beer and casually commenting on the amount of cum dripping from my arsehole and running down my cunt. They couldn’t see the tears of humiliation running down my face – humiliation at their actions and at my own animal reaction.
But the embarrassment wasn’t over yet. “Please let me go” I pleaded after a while “I am cramping up and I really need to pee.” “Do you really need to pee that badly?” asked Bill, unnecessarily because he knows I need to pee after sex and he has always respected my desire for privacy while I do it. This time however, he simply spread newspapers on the floor between my legs and said “OK, you can pee now”.
“You know I can’t pee with anyone watching I argued” which got a chuckle from both men and Bill said “Well, it’s up to you”. Now I was in agony, not only from a stinging arse and sore arsehole but also from a full bladder, but I managed to hold it while Bill and Fred drank beer, watched my cum slimed cunt and talked about football.
After about 10 minutes more of my pleading, Fred said he had to leave and Bill said to me “come on give us a show now, and slapped my arse with his bare hand. This was such a shock that I lost all control and my pee spurted down between my legs and out the back in a never ending stream, while Fred said “Now that’s a show!” This was the final humiliation, having my husband and a stranger watch me perform what what I had always considered a very private act but, in the midst of all this, I found myself getting hot again and when Fred left I was almost disappointed.
Then Bill came up behind me and fucked me again before finally releasing me. He then asked me had I learned my lesson because if it happened again I would receive the same punishment but this time with a different man from his work . “Definitely” I assured him – well at least until my arse stops hurting, I thought!
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| wet wet wet
perhaps you'd enjoy this wet experience...
It is the afternoon on a warm late summer day, and you hear a knock on the door. You're expecting me, but we haven't met before. You open the door, "Hey there- come in" You lead me into the lounge room.
"Would you like a drink?" "Sure," I reply,"If your having one" We settle into small talk and find out a bit more about each other. After a while you begin to squirm a little in your seat. At first I ignore it, but as it continues and gets more obvious I feel a warming in my crotch. "Are you ok?" I ask, "You seem a little uncomfortable."
"No, it's ok- i had a couple of drinks before you came and ...well..I guess I'm a bit full.."
I take the hint and slide onto the couch next to you and go in to kiss you. As our tongues caress and get to know each other I reach down to just above your waistline and apply gentle pressure. You squirm and have a sharp intake of breath. "Careful!" you breathe.
"Sorry...should we go to your room?" I ask.
"hmmmm....probably better" you murmer.
You take my hand and lead me down the hall to your room, wiggling your hips with mild urgency.
The curtains are drawn and the room is in low light, but I notice you have towels spread out on the bed.
You lead me over to the bed and we kiss standing up. Both of our breathing is getting deeper and faster. You reach down and feel my member growing and moving in my pants. You squeeze and i moan slightly. You unbutton my fly and drag my cock out. you lightly run your fingers up and down the shaft as I continue kissing you, moving down your neck behind your ear breathing heavily. My tongue drags across your neck and throat as I cup your breast in my hand, feeling out your nipple and squeezing it as it becomes erect. I slide my hand under your t-shirt and circle my fingers around your breast, lightly tickling the side of your breast close to your armpit and then spiralling under and then in towards your nipple- rubbing and then lightly pinching it- pulling it out to me and then laying my palm hard againgst your breast as you squeeze my cock hard. You raise my t-shirt and pinch my pierced nipple which makes me gasp. you lower your head and take it in your mouth, licking and biting it. You drop down slowly, your tongue trailing down my stomach to my cock- licking along the length of it and taking it in your mouth while i groan in pleasure. I lift your face back up to mine and kiss you again, tasting my own musty scent. I turn you around and lay you down on the bed, peeling off your pants and panties as you arch your back. Yor take off your tshirt as i step out of my jeans and I kneel down next to the bed moving your knees apart so that I can see how wet your pussy has become. The warm, heady smell envelops me as i spread your lips with my fingers and flick the tip of my tongue on the top of your clit and then press down my whole tongue over it. My tongue moves from your clit down to your hole, licking and sucking your lips and swirling down to your ass and i spread your cheeks as i slide it deep into your asshole "Oh..." you moan, and as I flick back over your clit and then delve my tongue back into your wet warm hole and swirl it firmly around, you pull my head back and cheekily say- "Careful- you're likely to make me cum if you keep that up...you're in danger of getting rather wet." "Oh god yes!" I say as I dive my head back between your thighs and firmly lick across the top of your pussy as my finger begins to gently probe the top of the opening that seems to dilate as my finger moves around. I probe deeper and press up towards yor g.spot as i gently press down with my other hand just above your pubic bone. This makes you squirm and you gasp "oh, hang on, i wont be able to hold on if you do that" "Don't then" i reply as i continue to increase the pressure in a pulsing motion. You arch your back, squirming and moaning....
"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim as you let go of a long jet of hot liquid. I take my fingers out and hold your thighs apart as i bring my face close to drink your warm juices...
"mmmmm....god that's good" i gasp between gulps as you writhe and catch your breath.........
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| Women's Prison Farm Seven - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
After the dinner party, Brenda was rewarded with a night in the hospital, to allow her to bathe and rest. The petite guard removed her dildo harness and, smiling knowingly, licked Brenda's pussy before giving her a slow and extremely pleasurable fistfucking.
"I knew you'd enjoy that" she laughed afterwards. "Now, roll over." Brenda did so and the guard slipped her fingers inside her arsehole. Brenda closed her eyes and relaxed as the fingers massaged her rectum. Then she felt something else, something cool and rubbery.
"It's nothing new, not to you" said the guard, slowly inserting a rubber corkscrew into Brenda's body. "You'll appreciate it later. So no cheating and trying to remove it."
Brenda spent the whole next day in the hospital. She lay in bed, stretched out in an armchair, ate fresh fruit and fancy cheeses, drank champagne and smoked a few joints. She fantasised about the cocks she had sucked and what else they could do to her. She stroked her clitoris and fingered her pussy, she had one of the younger prisoners lick her pussy in the bathroom before bending the girl over the toilet and fistfucking her. She dozed off in a chair dreaming about cocks and was awoken in the evening by the black guard and the tall guard.
"Come on, special orders for you, Pictures." They made her bend over with her legs spread and ensured the corkscrew was in as deep as possible. Then they looped a rope tightly around her waist, drew it between her legs and up between her buttocks and tied it tight. Brenda could feel it pulled tight against her clitoris and deep in between her labia. They locked a collar around her neck, cuffs on her wrists and ankles and hung small weights from her nipple rings. Rope was wound about her chest, two lengths above her breasts, two below, that squeezed her breasts and made them stand out. A ballgag was strapped around her head and her hands were pulled behind her, her wrists padlocked toghether and then her elbows pulled together and tied with rope. Finally, they put high heeled stilettoes on her feet.
"Looking good, Pictures!" They marched her from the hospital to a building beyond the administration block and into a windowless room, bare, save for a metal pole attached to the ceiling. They stood her against it and padlocked the end of the pole to the back of her collar. Then the pole was adjusted, upwards until it pulled the collar against her throat and her feet felt wobbly in the stillettoes. Her ankles cuffs were padlocked together. A black hood was pulled down over her head and secured around her throat. Then they turned off the light and departed, leaving Brenda teetering in pitch blackness.
She had no idea how long she waited, but it seemed like a very, very long time. Eventually she heard the door open. She heard soft footsteps and felt the warm presence of someone in the room, standing close to her. She felt the sweat trickling down her back and her chest, she felt that nervous excitement in her anus. Her skin was still hot and tender from the previous night's whipping, her pussy was throbbing with sexual excitement, she was rubbing herself against the rope running tight between her labia and buttocks.
Brenda felt the tip of a leather crop stroking her swollen vulva. It ran slowly down the inside of each of her thighs, caressed her vulva again, then trickled up her belly to her swollen breasts. The crop gently stroked her breasts and nipples, back and forth, flicked the weights hanging from her nipple rings, then slid up her chest and under the hood.
She breathed fast and shallow. She felt excited, nervous, horny as all fucking hell. Her anus puckered up tight and horny around the fat rubber corkscrew deep inside her arsehole. The leather crop slid up her neck, over the collar, tickled her ear, then slid around her jaw to her chin. It pushed up across the gag and stroked her nose and forehead before sliding back down her face, down across her breasts - then away. Brenda caught her breath.
Slap, slap! The crop caught her nipples, one, then the other. A hand pulled her hood tight around her neck, then whipped it off. The warden stood before her, smiling wickedly, naked but for a loincloth. She stood on strong legs, her muscular arms by her sides, her large breasts crowned with nipples big and hard. She was obviously very excited.
"Hello Pictures. I've been looking forward to this for quite a while. I've heard some stories about you - good stories, I must say. Yes, the guards and the prisoners keep me up to date with all the details - and the video of your night with the guards is really something! We'll make a bit of money out of that one! Indeed! But tonight is my time and I have a surprise in store for you. Steady on those stilletoe heels?"
The warden adjusted the pole upward until Brenda was teetering on her stilletoes. She removed the weights from the nipple rings, then took a step back, raised her arm and began swatting Brenda's nipples with the leather crop. Her breasts were swollen from the pressure of the ropes , her nipples were already hard and horny with excitement and the weights swinging from them,yet the swats of the crop made them stand up even harder. And as the warden whipped them ever harder, she felt ever more horny.
She swang from side to side, her feet slipped on the floor and she slipped over on her heels. The collar pulled tight against her throat until she found her footing again, but not before her nipples spurted. She felt her pussy juice leaking past the rope between her crotch and trickling down her thighs.
"You really are enjoying this, aren't you Pictures?" laughed the warden. She flicked the crop against Brenda's vulva a few times and laughed again. "You are one horny little slut. So am I, and as much as I would like to toy with you as you are, I want to have you in my own special way." She stepped forward and put her hands behind Brenda's neck and unlocked the padlock. Brenda collapsed into the warden's strong arms and was half carried, half dragged out of the room, into an adjoining bedroom.
The warden was a surprisingly strong woman. She threw Brenda onto the bed, a wide long bed with iron-wrought head and foot stands. She unlocked the padlock that Brenda's wrists behind her back and relocked it in front, then looped a chain through her wrists and secured it to the centre upright on the bedhead. Brenda lay on her back, her arms above her head and looked at the warden. She gazed down at her with an expression of brutally pure lust.
Brenda was extremely conscious of the fat rubber dildo corkscrewed into her arsehole. She lay back and squirmed unconsciously in anticipation of some kind of unimaginable sexual debauchery. The warden leered and laughed, and unlocked her ankle cuffs. She grabbed a metal spreader bar with loops at each end and locked Brenda's ankle cuffs on them, spreading her legs wide.
"Now the real fun starts." The warden held up a long wicked knife. She ran the sharp edge of the blade up the inside of Brenda's thigh and tickled her hot, swollen pussy lips. Brenda broke out in a hot sweat, scared but excited - somehow, she felt safe. The knife slipped under the rope just above her pussy and, with one swift stroke, cut it. The warden whipped the rope out from around Brenda's waist and crotch.
"Had you there, didn't I? You shouldn't worry - you're too valuable to hurt. Badly. Mmm, you do have a gorgeous little pussy. I haven't really seen it since I explored your body cavities." The warden picked up the crop and flicked it over Brenda's pussy a few times. Brenda's hips heaved in response and she moaned with deep, sexual pleasure behind her gag. She could feel her pussy gaping wide open and her juices streaming down her thighs, a scorching horny heat was throbbing through her body and she wanted something, anything to take the edge off her near-unbearable sexual desperation. The warden could see it.
"Ah, look at you. You make me so horny," and she dived face first into Brenda's pussy and sucked and slurped and bit and pulled and shoved her fingers into Brenda's cunt, then sat up, her face dripping.
"Now for my surprise," she said, undoing her loincloth. "Wonder why they call those dildoes the Warden's Special?" and she pulled it off and revealled an especially thick long cock. It had a fat, round head and two enormous balls swung in a long scrotum. It seemed the size of the dildoes she'd been fucked with, but hot, alive and trobbing
"A freak like me coulda lived a miserable life" she said, stroking her cock into an erection. "Lucky I found a calling in life. I can love you like a woman. I can fuck you like a man." She lifted the spreader bar, up and back so Brendas pussy was wide open and exposed. She shoved her huge cock deep into Brenda, who screamed out in ecstacy behind her gag. The warden smiled and began to pump her with strong, solid thrusts. Brenda had a searing orgasm almost immediately. Every orgasm of her prison time only added up to foreplay for the moment when her desperate desire for a hard fuck was finally satisfied.
The warden reached up, grabbed a chain and clipped it onto the spreader bar. With both hands free, she reached forward, pinched Brenda's nipples in her strong fingers and pulled them up hard. She pumped her cock in even harder.
"Come on, Pictures. Let's see what you're made of" and she slammed her huge cock into Brenda's hot pussy. Brenda threw her head back and let loose with a deep guttural roar, a howl of primal sexuality. Her nipples squirted and she let the warden pound her enormous cock into her cunt, she craved it, she wanted it more and more.
She thrust her hips up toward the warden, pushed her hips against the repeated hard thrusts, felt the hot, throbbing cock massaging her G-spot and screamed out another howling orgasm. Time and sensibility dissolved, she only wanted to give herself, her body, her will, her spirit, over to the warden.
The warden released Brenda's nipples and grabbed her ankles, the better to brace herself, and the intensity and power of her thrusts increased. Brenda moaned, screamed, roared, she braced her cuffed hands against the bedhead so she could push hard into the thrusts. The warden shoved her cock deep, deep into Brenda's cunt and held it in there. Brenda pushed her hips against it, squirming and moaning, pleading wordlessly. She felt her entire body impaled on the huge cock, and she almost cried with disappointment when the warden slowly withdrew it.
"Oh, please, please," she murmured.
"No need to plead, Pictures, I haven't finished with you yet" and the warden unclipped the chain from the spreader bar and flipped Brenda over onto her stomach. Instantly, Brenda raised herself on her knees. "Please spank me," she breathed, and the warden responded with several hard whacks across her buttocks, her legs and her gaping, dripping cunt. Brenda felt the heat inflame her crotch and tensed with nervous, keen anticipation when she felt the buttplug being withdrawn.
"Your arse is even cuter than your cunt" said the warden, thrusting two fingers inside and stretching and massaging her sphincter. She grabbed Brenda's head with her other hand and twisted it around.
"Now, look at this" she ordered and showed Brenda a leather strap around her scrotum. The warden's enormous balls were squeezed out below it and the leather strap was as thick as a hard cock. The warden rubbed her balls against the wet cunt
"Mmm, feels good, doesn't it, you little slut." She pushed her balls into Brenda's cunt and started fucking her with them. The enormous testicles massaged Brenda's cunt, making her cry out again even as she felt the hardness of the head of the cock pressing against her stretched sphincter.
"Fuck me, please fuck me hard!" she said, and the warden slid her cock into Brenda's arsehole in one long, smooth motion. Brenda threw her head back and screamed and groaned as she felt the flaming heat fill her body. She squirmed and wriggled, she was flooded with deep, primal feelings of lust and submission and desire, and still the warden pushed deeper and deeper into her arsehole, while her balls continued to massage deep inside Brenda's cunt.
Brenda shrieked out another orgasm that exploded out of her arse and her cunt, and the warden began thumping into her body again, harder and stronger than ever. Again Brenda screamed, pushed beyond all rationality, into a world of pain and pleasure and fevered lust. The warden's fingers dug into her buttocks, squeezing and stretching them, she pounded Brenda's arsehole with an uncontrollable fever of brutal desire.
Brenda felt the warden's cock growing larger and harder inside her rectum as it repeatedly slammed into her, wanted it deeper and harder, wanted more of the slapping and pinching the warden delivered to her, slapping her arse and back and squeezing and pinching her nipples. The warden slid her hands around Brenda's neck, laced her fingers together and squeezed.
Brenda's vision blurred and dissolved, she felt like nothing more than an arse and a cunt that existed only to serve. As the warden's cock swelled and spurted deep into her body, she came again, an orgasm that felt like the end of the world. The warden continued ramming into her until she was drained, then she dropped her large sweaty body onto her prisoner.
"Now, that was mutually enjoyable, wasn't it Pictures?" Brenda couldn't reply, but felt warm and wanted and needed, nestled beneath the warden. When she removed the cuffs and lay down to sleep, she pulled Brenda toward her and smiled knowingly as she felt her melt into her, meek and submissive and under her control.
The next morning, Brenda was awakened by the warden squeezing, pinching her nipple, she wanted to turn and kiss her, taste her. The warden held her tight, then lay her over on her stomach and lifted her hips. Her hand dug into Brenda's cunt, stretching and probing, she eased her unstrapped balls in, then her cock. She held it in while it grew to its full erection, then started fucking, savage and hard.
Brenda cried out, lost between pain and pleasure, feeling the balls massaging her G-spot, the cock pounding her tender, sore cunt. The warden pulled her upright, grabbed her nipples and pinched them violently, bit into her neck and shoulders and finally came with a brutal thrust that left Brenda in tears.
"Nothing like a sharp little quickie in the morning, is there?" laughed the warden. She pushed Brenda off the bed, to sprawl on the floor. "Time for you to get back to work."
"Please" whimpered Brenda, "I don't want to disappoint you." The warden paused and smiled.
"Kneel up then. Hands behind your back." Brenda did so and looked up at the warden standing before her. The warden held out her huge cock and a thick stream of urine spurted out onto Brenda's face, splashing over her chest and streaming down her body. Brenda knew what was required - she opened her mouth and let the hot, salty liquid pour down her throat, gagging on the taste, but glad to be of service to the woman to whom she granted control of her life, her body, her spirit and her will.
This is the final complete chapter of WPF. Thanx to those who conveyed their appreciation of this tale.
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| Womens Prison Farm - Five - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
In the messhall, just a few nights later, a guard ordered Brenda to stand up. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a leather collar buckled snugly around her neck and a chain attached to her nipple rings. The guard grabbed the chain and walked off, dragging Brenda behind her, and out of the crowded messhall into the dark night.
She led Brenda across the compound, out through the double gates and over toward the guards' quarters. There was a separate building for the four head guards, and she led Brenda into this building and into a room where the occupants were sitting around a table, drinking beer, smoking and playing cards.
One of them, the woman who had whipped Brenda in the field, rose from the table. "Thanks. We'll take her from here" she said, dismissing the younger guard. She grabbed Brenda's crotch and slid a finger into her cunt. "Feels like you're enjoying it already" she commented. She lifted Brenda off her heels by her crotch and hooked the chain on her nipple rings to another chain hanging from the ceiling. Brenda could not stand on her heels without her breasts being pulled toward the ceiling. Her nipples grew hard and she felt that familiar surge of excitement in her anus. The guard slapped her hard across her buttocks. "Don't mind hanging around while we finish our game, do you?"
Brenda hung around as the guards drank, smoked and continued to play cards. Every now and then, one of them would walk past Brenda on the way to the fridge or the toilet and give her a hard slap on the buttocks, thighs or pussy. Twice, her breasts were squeezed and once her clitoris was massaged for brief, exciting moment until, laughing, the other guards around the table told the fourth to "save some for later."
Eventually, the most overweight of the guards said "I reckon I could go a rimjob right about now." She stood up and walked over to Brenda, lifted her by her crotch and unhooked the chain on her breasts. Brenda's legs gave way beneath her and she slumped to the floor. The guard undid her trousers and pulled them off, then pushed Brenda onto the floor, on her back. She placed a foot either side of Brenda's shoulders, facing toward Brenda's feet, then squatted down over her face.
Brenda saw the guard's broad buttocks, saw the guard's hands grab her buttocks and spread them apart, glimpsed the pink rose of her anus as it descended, then tasted it against her lips. "Come on, get going" ordered the guard and Brenda's tongue began to lick and taste the soft flesh, the hot musky tang of the guard's anus. She felt hands grab her ankles and lift them, spreading her legs and the guard sitting on her face began to stroke Brenda's anus.
"That's it, stick it in, baby" said the guard as she stroked Brenda's anus. Brenda felt leather cuffs being buckled around her ankles and the feeling made her eroticism surge. She began to lick harder and attempt to penetrate the guard's anus. Only her shoulders and head were on the floor, and the cuffs on her wrists were unlocked, to be replaced by leather cuffs.
"Yeah, that feels good" said the overweight guard, and she suddenly stood up. Brenda's tongue reached out to try and tantalise her arsehole some more, and the other guards laughed. "We're only just getting started" said one of the guards, and Brenda saw that they were all naked, save for their boots and their belts, hung with whips and crops and truncheons. The tight leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles were each fitted with four steel D-rings. Her wrists were swiftly locked together in front and a chain, just long enough to allow her to walk slowly, was attached to her ankle cuffs.
"We're just getting started" said the tall, muscular guard who had whipped Brenda in the field, tugging on the chain fastened to her nipples, Brenda got to her feet and followed the guards out the door of their barracks and into the night. They led her across the guards' compound, to the obscene cheers and calls of the junior guards leaning out the windows and doors of their own barracks, and toward a small, wooden, barnlike building.
Inside the small barn were a variety of wooden frames, some cupboards against the walls and a hardpacked dirt floor with a scattering of straw. Brenda was led to a wooden frame in the middle of the barn some nine feet square, hung with chains at the top corners and a foot or so above the bottom corners. The muscular black guard let go of the chain on Brenda's nipples and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face the other three guards, standing square beneath the frame. The anticipation of her punishment at the hands of these women, the sexual tension of the last few hours, had Brenda's pussy dripping with excitement. She felt her pussy juice trickling down her legs as she watched a guard open one of the cupboards and remove a spherical object of thin tubular steel.
"This is just for fun, y'know, just 'cos it looks good" said the guard, a relatively petite woman when compared to the muscular black guard, the overweight white guard and the fourth guard, a lean, strong woman not unlike the Top Dog in her frame. She undid a clasp on the sphere and fitted half of it onto the back of Brendas collar, then attached the front half, clicking it onto the collar. The sphere was made of longitudinal tubes of steel, with a single reinforcing bar around in front of Brenda's nose, meeting at a central point atop her head and descending to a ring that was now fitted into the D-rings on her collar. In front of her mouth was a round ring, with clips attached.
"We can make good use of this, if we need to" said the petite guard of the ring while she attached a chain to a link on top of the head cage. She tugged on the chain, running through a pulley, and pulled Brenda to her full height, her heels barely touching the ground. The black guard and the lean guard approached her, removed the clasp from her wrists, stretched her arms out above and either side of her and cliped the chains to her wrist cuffs. They then pulled the other end of the chains through pulleys to stretch Brenda's arms out above her and secured the chains. The chain between her ankles was unlocked and her legs were pulled apart by the guards and secured to the chains on the frame. The guards pulled on the chains until Brenda found herself spreadeagled tight and hard between the chains on her wrists, ankle and neck, her weight supported on her toes, her wrists and, just a little, on her neck.
Brenda was acutely aware that, for the first time in the prison camp, she was completely at the mercy of the guards, utterly helpless and without any witnesses. Her nipples, carrying the weight of the chain, were swollen with erotic anticipation. Her clitoris was hard and her pussy continued to leak sexual fluids. The lean guard came up to her, saying, "We don't want this getting in the way" and removed the chain from her nipple rings.
The black guard unhitched her belt, removed her whip and flicked it in front of Brendas face. It was some two metres long, made of three thin strands of leather plaited together. She stood before Brenda, naked, strong and beautiful. She rubbed the handle of the whip against her own vagina and flicked it again, this time catching Brenda lightly across her hard, swollen left nipple. Brenda moaned loudly and panted in anticipation of something less teasing and more satisfying. The guard smiled and walked to one side and behind Brenda.
She heard the snap, the whistle through the air and felt the whip crack across the back of her shoulders. She cried out and writhed in her tight bondage. Crack! and the plaited leather lashed her again, slightly lower down her back. The guard kept up a slow steady rhythm across Brenda's back with the whip while the other three watched her with smiles. The overweight guard leered at Brenda, licking her lips and fingering her pussy. The other two guards lounged on chairs, enjoying the show.
The lashes moved slowly down Brenda's back and across her buttocks. They curled around each of her thighs and she felt the wind against her pussy as she bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed her hips back into the lash. The srike of the whip was hot and stinging and made her cry out. Each one raised the temperature of her eroticism and left her desperate for more.
The whip struck her across her thighs and her calves, then her buttocks again. Brenda felt the tip of the whip curl several times across her bottom to sting her on the soft, sensitive flesh around her pussy and her arsehole. She moaned with sexual pleasure and jerked against her bonds, against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the firmness of the collar around her neck.
The steady rhythm of the whipping paused. Brenda twisted around, wanting more. The guard walked slowly around to stand in front of her nad flicked the whip toward Brenda, catching her across the left breast on the very edge of the areola. Brenda cried out in shock and surprise, then moaned as she felt that familiar stinging heat in her breast, felt her nipple hardening with sexual desire.
The steady rhythm of the lash began again, across her chest and her breasts. Brenda moaned and cried out, her breath coming in large gulps and gasps. Her nipples thrust out, rock hard in their intensity, and her pussy leaked fluids that trickled down her legs. The whip struck her across her belly and around her flanks and crept closer to her tender, aching pussy.
The whip struck her once, twice, three times across her belly, lower and lower and she thrust her hips forward. Just as she craved it across her mound, however, it caught her across her thighs several times in quick succession. Brenda hung tingling on the edge of ecstacy.
"We haven't finished yet" sneered the black guard, and the overweight guard rushed forward, grabbed Brenda and sucked her left nipple, hard, with her lips, her teeth, her tongue. Her fingernails clawed Brenda's back and dug into her buttocks. She kneaded and squeezed and spread her buttocks then slid her hands up to Brenda's breasts and grabbed and squeezed them in her fists and suckled her nipple hard. Brenda shook and jerked and cried out under the intensity of the guard's sexuality. She felt as though her nipple was as sensitive as her clitoris and that she was on the verge of an orgasm.
Just as quickly, the guard switched her attentions to Brenda's other nipple. Her left nipple was swollen and tender, very sensitive and hard and erect. The guard pinched and pulled it while she suckled the right nipple, causing Brenda to moan and writhe under the almost-unbearable sexual tension. After sucking Brenda's right nipple to a swollen, quivering erection, her lips, toungue and teeth traced a path around her breast, across her armpit and along her arm, stretched taut within the frame. She left a trail of teeth marks down Brenda's flank, across her belly and pinched the puffy folds of her pussy, pulled them apart and blew on her clitoris. This made Brenda shake and cry out with such an orgasmic desperation, the guards laughed, and the overweight guard commented that they didn't want to get too carried away. She continued to pinch and pull Brenda's labia, though, while biting her thighs and hips.
The guard moved behind Brenda and grabbed her buttocks hard, pinching and squeezing and pulling them apart. Her lips fastened over Brenda's anus, and she sucked hard. Brenda moaned again and jerked her hips backward, panting loudly. The guard pushed three fingers into Brenda's pussy and massaged around the opening of her vagina. She stuck her tongue up Brenda's arsehole, shoving her face into the crevice between her buttocks as Brenda pushed back against her, grunting and humping her hips against the mouth that was tantalising her. She cried out as the guard bit her buttocks and continued as the teeth and lips traversed her back while the fingers massaged her vagina and a thumb pumped into her arsehole.
Brenda's skin was hot, tender and covered with love bites across the stripes left by the whip. She felt an enormous, erotic ache inside her body that craved release, yet was so perfectly fitting that she never wanted it to end. She felt the leather around her wrists, ankles and neck, stretching her body and holding her vulnerable to the women in the barn and she wanted them to take her vulnerability, to use it for their own and to take her with them, wherever they wanted to go and however they wanted to get there. She wanted to be pinched and squeezed and slapped and bitten and whipped and penetrated.
She opened her eyes. The overweight guard stood in front of her holding a long conical corskscrew. It was made of soft pink rubber, deeply grooved, twelve inches long with a small ball at the top, and two inches broad at the base.
"You'll like this" she said and squatted down in front of Brenda. Brenda felt the small ball slide into her anus and the corkscrew begin to turn inside her. As it did, her sphicnter was also slowly stretched, and Brenda moaned and moved again to the slow penetration of her arsehole. She bent her knees and thrust her hips toward the phallus as it filled her bowels.
"That's a tight fit" said the guard. "For now." As she stepped away, the tall, muscular guard came forward. She held up a thick, black dildo about seven inches long with a large, smooth pointed head.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out" ordered the guard, and pushed the dildo through the hole in the front of the head cage and into Brenda's mouth. Somehow, she managed to get a strap around the back of Brenda's head, and buckled it to the dildo and the base of the dildo to the attachments on the cage. Brenda could not move her head inside the cage. With the dildo filling her mouth, she felt incredibly helpless - and even more horny.
"I think this can be turned a little further" said the guard and twisted the corkscrew deeper into Brenda's arsehole. She groaned behind the dildo gag as she felt her arsehole being spread further. The guard picked up a black leather device from the table and stood in front of Brenda.
"This is our special strap on" she announced. "This is, of course, the belt. Here in front is what we call the Warden's Special" and she held up the dildo. It was as thick as the dido gag but at least twelve inches long. "On the inside, we've this knobbled piece to rub against our clitoris, and these two dildos for our cunt and arsehole. So, the faster and harder we fuck you, the more fun we have. A nice piece of design, don't you think?"
Brenda's nipples throbbed and her pussy and arsehole felt hot at the thought of what those dildos would do for her. She watched eagerly as the two guards who had been spectators until now prepared themselves. The petite guard fitted her feet into black patent leather platform boots. She then bent over the table and spread her legs while the muscular guard zipped the boots to above her knees, and stroked her pussy. She then buckled the belt of a strap-on around the petite guard's waist, then pulled the hanging strap between her legs and inserted the dildos into her pussy and arsehole. They were quite thick, if not as thick as the dildo meant for Brenda, and the guard took her time inserting them, fucking the petite guard for a few minutes while she moaned pleasurably, rotating her hips against them.
The muscular guard buckled up the strap-on and spanked the petite guard's buttocks. She then began attaching her own strap-on, with the assistance of the petite guard who, when finished, knelt down and gave the dildo a blow-job while the other guard beamed. They both then approached Brenda and each took a hold of one of Brenda's breast, squeezed them between their hands and sucked her nipples hard, harder and more intense than the overweight guard had. She moaned and cried out behind her gag, feeling on the verge of the long-awaited orgasm.
"Mmm, she lactates. Might put some in our morning coffee" said the petite guard. The two guards kissed each other passionately, then the petite one stepped behind Brenda, who trembled with the anticipation of the hard fucking she craved. The muscular guard pinched and twisted Brenda's hard, swollen nipples, while her comrade roughly massaged Brenda's clitoris. One dildo prodded her belly and the other rubbed between her buttocks, while she jerked her hips back and forth and tried to lift her cunt over the hard black phallus.
Hands slid away from her clitoris, back over her hips, across her buttocks, and she felt the corkscrew being removed from her arsehole. As the ball popped out, fingers slipped inside her stretched sphincter and lubed her. Then she felt the thick head of the dildo slide into her rectum and she groaned with pleasure and pushed her hips back to take it. The petite guard fucked her arse slowly with the head of the dildo, then pushed Brenda's hips forward.
Brenda watched the muscular guard bend at the knees and felt the dildo slide down over her belly, her vulva then rub against her cunt before the guard rammed it inside her. She screamed her pleasure this time and tried to take more of the dildo in her cunt but the guards were in control. They began to fuck her in rhythm, one dildo penetrating her cunt, then withdrawing before the other fucked her arsehole.
Brenda settled into their rhythm, her hips moving back and forth as the dildoes fucked her, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. For Brenda, it was sweet ecstacy to be fucked like this, bound and helpless, her flesh alive with heat and sensuality from the ministrations of the first two guards, her body crying out for satisfaction. This was her satisfaction, one she realised she had been craving since she arrived at the prison farm.
The petite guard squeezed and kneaded Brenda's buttocks, pulling them apart with each thrust up her arsehole. The muscular guard continued to pinch her nipples, pulling sharply on them each time she pumped the dildo into her cunt, causing another spasm of pleasure to shoot through Brenda's suspended, bound body. The guards were enjoying their work, using the fucking to maximise their own pleasure, as they ground themselves against the knobbed rubber inside the strap-on and felt the dildos inside themselves.
Behind them, Brenda saw the overweight guard watching her intently and fingering herself, bent over a chair as the black guard spanked her repeatedly with a leather paddle - herself, never taking her eyes off Brenda. Their obvious pleasure in her ordeal made the sensual heat surging through Brenda's body flood to every extremity, to her hands, her feet, her hard, swollen nipples and every inch of her bare, vulnerable flesh.
Th two guards fucking Brenda began to lose themselves in their own sexual passion and began fucking her with wild abandon, pounding into her cunt and her arsehole with their enormous dildoes and slapping, spanking and pinching her helpless body. Brenda bit down on the gag and roared, a deep, guttural roar of wanton ecstacy as an enormous orgasm built up within her. The pressure of her orgasm pushed her libido higher and higher, even as the dildoes lifted her body higher, the pressure built within her and within the two women shoving their dildoes deep into her body.
Brenda's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and shot through her body with an electric surge of pure sexual energy. The two guards came in sympathy and the three women shook and screamed for several minutes as the enormous pent-up sensual pressure was released in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss.
After all their energy was drained, the guards leant against Brenda, recovering their breath. Eventually, the muscular guard stood up, pulled her dildo out of Brenda's cunt and then sucked each of Brenda's nipples, sucked them hard. Her nipples were already swollen and sensitive from the pinching, twisting and pulling they endured during the fuck, but this sudden contact shook her again with its passionate intensity. The petite guard then withdrew her dildo from Brenda's arsehole more slowly. She walked around to face Brenda and held up a metal rod toward her nipples.
"An extra-special something for you" she said, and pressed a button on the electric cattle prod. The charge shocked Brenda's nipple and she screamed, but whether from pain or pleasure she wasn't sure. The guard shocked her again, she screamed again - it was on the borderline, but definitely pleasurable.
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| Women's Prison Farm - Four - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
4 - another whipping
Brenda took her chance within a few days, to be caught in the fields and stripped naked under the sun and punished in front of the prisoners and guards. She let a guard see her clumsily trying to slip potatoes down the front of her smock and was instantly hauled up and out of the field and marched over to the chief guard, lounging against the truck in the shade of the only trees to be seen.
She felt horny from the moment she was hauled out of the field, and she could feel her clitoris growing harder as the chief guard buckled a thick, wide leather collar around her neck and secured it with a padlock. The whistle blew and Brenda stood collared and leashed as the other prisoners approached her. One of the guards came before her with a knife and slashed her smock down the front and across the shoulders and it fell around her feet.
Another guard grabbed her left wrist and snapped a cuff on it, then snapped a cuff on her right wrist, chaining her hands in front; Brenda couldn't help stroking the soft flesh of her labia, and one of the guards laughed at her and cracked a whip lightly across her shoulders.
As the other prisoners gathered around, Brenda was tugged by her leash toward the truck and ordered to sit down facing it. Guards grabbed her ankles and quickly tied ropes around them. Brenda fell back as the guards pulled the free ends of the ankle ropes toward the truck. For a moment she lay on her back in the dust, and then the guards pulled her, feet first, over the hood of the truck as they tied her ankle ropes to the window posts.
Brenda hung upside down over the front of the truck, with her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed prominently, bent open over the leading edge of the truck's hood, Her hands rested in the dry yellow dirt of the road as she watched the tallest and most muscular of the guards, a strong black woman, approach her with a thick, black riding crop in her hand. The guard stood tall and stong against the morning sun and Brenda's nipples ached with desire for the hot welt of leather across her skin.
The guard struck her, hard and swift, on her left thigh just above her knee, and then on her right thigh. "I'm gonna take my time," she laughed at Brenda. "We've heard about you, and I know you're gonna love it."
The guard laid another hard whip across each of Brenda's thighs, putting her shoulder into the stroke. Brenda's pussy ached and as the crop whipped her legs she tried to push her crotch toward the hot sharpness of the hard, black leather. True to her word, the guard took her time, whipping the crop across the inside of one leg, then waiting for Brenda to slow down her moaning and squirming, then whipping the other leg, creeping agonisingly slowly toward her crotch.
"Well, look at you!" exclaimed the guard. "Your pussy's opening up already" she said loudly for the benefit of the crowd. The guards laughed and yelled obscenities. Brenda bent her knees and arched her back, pushing her pussy higher and spreading her legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" laughed the guard delivering another stinging hot lash to each of her thighs.
Brenda's bladder let go and a streaming arc of urine burst forth, splashing on her arms stretched above her head and, as the pressure eased, her face and chest. The hot liquid was oddly refreshing and made her feel even more of a wanton slut. Again, the guards laughed and made comments, as did some of the prisoners.
The crop struck her thighs again, and again, creeping slowly toward her moist pussy, aching for an orgasmic release. The sharp, hot strikes on her soft thighs raised her sexual temperature and her pussy leaked in response - Brenda felt the dampness of her pussy juices leaking and trickling down over her belly. The crop struck her upper thighs and she thrust her hips forward, desperate to feel the hard slash against the horny heat of her aching sexuality.
Smack! Crack! The crop whipped her thighs within millimetres of the soft flesh of her vulva. The pumping surge of sexuality was almost more than she could bear and she thrust her hips forward again, desperate to feel that hot slash, and it struck her once, twice, across the very tops of her thighs and then once, twice, again, on her labia. Unable to help herself, she screamed for more and felt the blessed heat of the crop slap hard upon the very centre of her clitoris, and she moaned and screamed and pumped her hips forward in an orgasmic frenzy amid the dust and heat of the road, her buttocks slapping against the truck and her cries disappearing into the empty space of the dry, hot fields.
The guard laid the crop across each of her breasts, and then the other prisoners were herded back to their labour in the fields. The ropes around Brenda's ankles were untied and she slumped back onto the dirt road. A guard grabbed the rope that tied her wrists and hauled her to her feet. Another guard reached inside the cab of the truck and retrieved a thick, knobbed length of polished wood on a solid, square base and stood it on the road. Brenda was hauled, willingly, toward it and the guard ordered her to kneel down over the fat, wooden dildo. Brenda did so and gratefully slipped her gaping pussy over the dildo.
Again, the guards laughed as they watched her eagerly take the dildo inside her. Brenda placed her hands on the ground and instinctively began to pump herself up and down upon the thick, hard wood. As she lost herself in the passion of the phallus pumping deep inside her cunt, the guards watched her and laughed and promised her that she would see them again, and very soon.
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| Women's Prison Farm - Three - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
3 - a whipping in the field - a night with the Top Dog
Brenda soon found herself working in the hot dusty fields, bringing in the latest potato crop. The prisoners were roused at dawn, given breakfast in the trucks on the way to the fields where they worked until near dusk. They had a short break for lunch, and were fed again upon their return to the compund. The evenings were an orgy of sexual debauchery as the women sought relief in the only manner allowed to them.
A sharp blast on a whistle caught the attention of the women working in the potato field. One of the women had been caught trying to hide potatoes inside her prison smock. The other prisoners were ordered over to the truck where the guards would administer suitable punishment.
Brenda walked barefoot over the dry fields, the sweat trickling down between her breasts. The woman who had stolen the potatoes was standing with the guards in front of the truck. When the other prisoners were assembled and watching, the chief guard ordered her to remove her smock. She did so. She was of medium height, red haired and full of figure. The chief guard then handed her a dog collar and ordered the prisoner to strap it around her neck tightly. She did this while the guard held the end of the chain attached to the collar.
The chief guard ordered the prisoner to get down on her hands and knees and lick the guards' boots clean. Brenda watched the prisoner lick the chief guard's boots, her bottom high, her face down low, her breasts in the dust of the road, her tongue anxiously licking the leather boots. When she had finished licking one boot, the chief guard jerked on the chain and ordered the woman to her feet.
Two guards tied ropes around her wrists then pulled her toward the bonnet of the truck. One guard went to each side of the truck and pulled on the ropes, hauling the prisoner onto the truck until her hips were at the edge of the bonnet and her feet off the ground. The ropes were tied around the windowposts of the truck's doors. The guards then tied ropes around her ankles and to the ends of the bumper bar, spreading her legs wide apart.
Brenda tugged at her smock, causing the rough cloth to rub against her hard, erect nipples. She imagined the feeling of the prisoner's breasts, pressed against the hot steel of the truck, the feeling of her pussy being open and on display to the guards and the prisoners, the helplessness and the erotic tension of being tied to the truck, awaiting the hot lash to her buttocks. Brenda looked at the ropes securing the prisoner to the truck and the faces of the expectant audience and felt her own pussy growing hot and damp.
One of the guards unrolled a long leather strap. One end was shaped to fit a hand, the other end sectioned for greater noise and impact. Holding the strap in her left hand, the guard swung her right arm around, back and forth, limbering and loosening up. She then took a firm hold of the strap, took a few practice swings then stepped forward and swung her arm hard and high, laying the strap into the prisoner's buttocks with a loud crack. The bound and naked prisoner cried out and squirmed against her bonds while the other women jumped with surprise.
The guard began to strike the bound prisoner with a slow, steady rhythm, across her buttocks and thighs, while she squirmed and moaned and pleaded. Brenda watched her buttocks turning from white to pink to red and tugged at her smock in order to stimulate her nipples. She felt fingers stroking her inner thighs from behind and the Top Dog whispered in her ear:
"You're enjoying this show, aren't you?"
Brenda leaned back against the Top Dog and spread her legs to allow the fingers fondling her buttocks to explore further. She watched and loved the woman tied across the bonnet of the truck as the strap struck her buttocks again and again.
"You wish it was you up there, don't you?" whispered the Top Dog in her ear, as two fingers penetrated her vagina. "Wouldn't you love to be the one with her legs spread wide, her cunt on display and her bottom whipped red and hot?" The Top Dog continued to tease Brenda and, as the whipping ended, her fingers slipped out of her pussy, squeezed her buttocks, and she whispered in Brenda's ear "We'll finish this tonight..."
It was dark in the messhall, so late at night, and the Top Dog sat on the edge of a bench, her legs spread wide and her pussy open. Brenda knelt before her, with her hands tied behind her - she had kissed the Top Dog deeply on her mouth, licked her neck and her full breasts, sucked her nipples, kissed her stomach and now licked her labia, searching for her clitoris - while the Top Dog told her of her own erotic experiences in the prison farm. Her stories of hard sexual discipline made Brenda so horny that her pussy began to leak and she plunged her face eagerly into the strong woman's pussy and rubbed her tongue against a hard clitoris as big as the tip of her finger, even as the Top Dog grabbed her head, holding it against her pussy and clamping her legs against it.
She came hard, pumping her face against Brenda's desperate tongue, as she told the story of her first whipping. Brenda craved sexual heat, even as her tied hands wanted so much to plunge into her own pussy and squeeze her clitoris to a longed-for orgasm. The Top Dog lifted her to her feet and bent her over the table.
"I'm gonna show you something now, you hot little slut" she threatened as she thrust three, then four fingers into Brenda's aching pussy. She bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed back against the muscular arm pumping into her.
"Spank me" whispered Brenda.
"What's that? Louder!"
"Spank me" screamed Brenda. "Spank me, spank me hard and fuck me!"
The Top Dog spanked Brenda across her buttocks and hips and pumped her fist into Brenda's pussy and pushed her knuckles through the gaping vagina and began to fuck Brenda with her whole arm, pushing deep inside, making Brenda cry out and beg for more fucking, more spanking and she came with brutal intensity, shrieking out an hallucinatory orgasm that echoed across the long wooden mess hall.
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| Women's Prison Farm - One - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
1 - Arrival - the warden
The back of the truck opened up and a guard called out to Brenda and the other two prisoners to hurry up and get out. The prison farm was a hot, dry place and Brenda noticed that the guards, all women and mostly tall and solidly built, all wore truncheons and whips on their belts.
The prisoners were ordered into a windowless, concrete building. Inside was a large shower and changeroom. The shackles were removed from their wrists and ankles and they were ordered to wash themselves. As they stripped, Brenda looked at the other women. One was a thin, pale girl and the other a large, swarthy woman with a vast thatch of thick, black pubic hair. Brenda was a fit, trim young woman with very short hair and numerous tattooes. Her hips defined a gorgeous curved bum and her smallish breasts had large and very sensitive nipples. She was naturally horny, loved fucking and, though she didn't like to admit to it, had an exhibitionisitic streak and a taste for rough and kinky B&D.
The showers were cold and made Brenda's nipples stand out. Three guards watched them, laughing and making jokes about their bodies and what awaited them at the prison farm. When they returned to the changeroom, their clothes were gone. They dried themselves off with thin, rough towels, then their hands were cuffed in front and the three naked women were marched outside and across to an administration block.
They were taken into an office and introduced to the warden, a tall, well-fed women. She carried a leather riding crop and punctuated her lecture on crime and punishment with flicks and swats on the women's breasts, buttocks and legs. The other two prisoners whimpered and sobbed, but Brenda felt hot and moist in her pussy.
"And now", she said, "it is my duty and my pleasure to perform a cavity search on each new inmate of this prison farm." She pointed to the thin, frightened girl and directed her to bend over the back of a chair with her legs either side. The warden stood behind her and began to work her finger into the girl's vagina.
"Nice and tight - you won't hide much in there" she commented. Brenda watched as the warden thrust two, then three fingers inside the girl, slowly pumping away. She then pushed her finger inside the girls anus.
"Very nice - you will find yourself on office duty in here for a short while, I think. Now, stand up." The warden held up her hand to the girl's face. "Now, lick my fingers clean, thank you." The girl hesitated but a hard swat across her thighs with the riding crop convinced her and she began to lick and suck the warden's fingers while the warden beamed with pleasure.
"Now you, hairy" said the warden to the large woman. She bent over the back of the chair and her large, pendulous breasts swayed beneath her. The warden slid one, then three fingers inside the woman's vagina.
"Plenty of room in here" she laughed. "I'll have to investigate further." The warden began to work her whole hand inside the woman's vagina, slowly pumping in and out. The woman moaned and cried out, but earned only a sharp rebuke and a few hard swats on her hanging breasts. Brenda felt herself growing more and more horny as she watched the warden fist-fuck the woman. Her hand was now completely inside the woman's vagina and she was pumping her with strong, hard strokes. Brenda's hands were cuffed together in front of her pussy and she began to fondle herself gently, almost unconcious of what she was doing, despite the presence of the guards in the room.
"Well, I'm satisfied there's nothing hidden in your cunt" said the warden, removing her hand. "What about your arsehole?" She immediately thrust two fingers into the woman's anus and gave her a few hard strokes on her breasts and nipples. Brenda could feel her own anus puckering with nervous excitement. It was hot in the room and sweat trickled down her back and between her buttocks.
When the warden was satisfied with finger-fucking the woman's anus, she ordered her to lick her fingers clean. She gave the woman several swats of the riding crop across her large breasts as she licked her fingers and hand, up past her wrist.
"Now you, pictures" said the warden, referring to the tattoos on Brenda's stomach and back. Brenda walked across to the chair, bent over the back of it, rested her head on her cuffed hands and spread her legs. "It seems someone is already prepared for their internal inspection" remarked the warden as her fingers stroked the damp folds of her labia. The warden's finger began to rub her clitoris and Brenda breathed louder and faster. She felt fingers slide inside her vagina and start to fuck her. She heard the warden ask a guard for her truncheon and a moment later felt its thick length penetrate her and begin to fuck her. She moaned and grunted and pushed against the truncheon, responding to its thrusts. Somewhere, in the distance it seemed, she could hear laughing and joking.
The warden's finger left her clitoris on the verge of orgasm, and Brenda felt it sliding into her anus, fucking her in rhythm with the truncheon. She lifted her head and arched her back, her eyes screwed shut while she concentrated on pumping her hips against the thick hardness fucking her cunt and the finger fucking her arsehole. She moaned louder and cried out as the orgasm exploded out of her pussy and shot through her body like an electric charge. Her legs went weak and she slumped over the chair.
"That was mutually satisfying" remarked the warden as she rubbed the slick, wet truncheon between Brenda's buttocks. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again. Now, lift your head" and she gave her several sharp swats across her legs and buttocks. Brenda opened her eyes to see the truncheon held out before her. She opened her mouth and began to lick and suck it, tasting her own juices. The warden moved it in and out, fucking Brenda's mouth with the truncheon until it was clean. She then thrust her fingers into Brenda's mouth, and Brenda sucked them clean, too.
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| Mistress - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
She sits there on her bar stool, fingers playing with her almost empty wine glass. Blood red nails sliding up and down the stem, the rim of the glass stained with her lipstick. She looks around the classy bar, eyes running over the bodies of the men who are gathered there.
As she goes to turn back to the bar, she spots the man she wants. He's walking through the door, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the low lighting. He too takes a moment to look around. As his gaze lands on her, she looks him straight in the eye, one eye brow rising, a small smile curving her lips.
He lets his gaze move over her body from a distance. He likes what he sees. He's forgotten where he is standing and is bumped from behind, breaking the spell. He murmurs an apology to the people behind him and moves deeper into the bar. He makes his way toward her, moving slowly so he doesn't show too much eagerness.
Seeing him being bumped from behind, she turns back to the bar, picks up her wine glass and drains the rest of the wine. She turns to her right, watching as he makes his way to the empty bar stool beside her. As he sits down he takes another long look at her body, running over her seductive curves. As his gaze runs down her legs, he notices that she's wearing knee high leather boots.
He realises what he's doing and quickly looks up, straight into her piercing blue eyes. She runs the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture. "Buy a thirsty girl a drink," she asks in a husky voice. He motions to the bar tender, orders another glass of white wine for her and a bourbon on the rocks for himself. He needs a stiff drink, it'll suit the way his cock is at the moment.
"Let me introduce myself," she says, sticking out her right hand. "I'm Belle and you are?" He grasps her hand, shaking it slightly as he responds with his name. "Pleased to meet you," she purrs. He picks up his glass and takes a big swallow, choking slightly at taking more than he expected. He coughs as the bourbon burns down his throat, making his eyes water. She chuckles softly and pats him on the back.
"Don't go dying on me now, I've only just met you." She sips her drink as she watches him recover. Quite unexpectedly she drops her right hand down onto his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch under her fingers. Leaning close to his ear, she blows gently. "Come home with me, sugar. I'll make it worth your while." Her warm breath sends shivers down his spine, making his cock harden more in his pants. He looks at her, opens his mouth to respond. She moves forward quickly, pressing her lips against his. Her tongue snakes out and runs along his bottom lip.
Before he could return the favour, she leans back on her bar stool, serene smile planted on her face. Grabbing his glass, he swallows the rest of his drink, throws some money on the counter and grabs her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he heads toward the door of the bar, several heads turning to watch them making a hasty getting away, knowing smiles jumping to their faces.
Once outside he hails a taxi. A taxi screeches to a halt at the footpath. He opens the door, beckons for her to slide in, then follows behind her. Before he has a chance to give his address, she gives the driver hers. He looks at her with questioning eyes. She explains that her place in nearby and she'd feel more comfortable there. He grins and starts to lean in to kiss her but she stops him with a finger to his lips. A small frown furrows his brow.
She doesn't answer the unspoken question, just traces her finger around his lips, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. She moves closer to him, still running her finger over his lips, evading his mouth as he tries to suck her finger into his mouth. Slipping her other hand into his hair, she massages his nape. She can feel him relax even more, so she allows the tip of her finger to go into his mouth, gasping as it touches his tongue.
The taxi comes to a halt at her house. He hands over the fare, opens the door and climbs out with Belle close behind him. As they reach her door, she pulls out her keys, unlocks it and pulls him inside, slamming the door behind them. She takes him to the lounge room, switching a lamp on low. "I'll be back in a minute, changing into something a little more comfortable," she says.
As she walks out of the room and heads toward her room, he starts to slip off his shoes and jacket, placing them on an armchair. Not sure whether to get totally undressed or not, he decides just to strip naked and be ready for when she comes back.
She enters her room, unbuttoning her white blouse. Pulling it off, she unzips her skirt and grabs a few of her favourite items. She heads back down stairs and into the lounge room. She spies him sitting naked on the couch. She laughs softly and tells him that she's impressed. He looks up to find her standing half clothed. His cock hardens painfully as he looks at her wearing a black leather bustier, knee high black boots and black lace panties.
She walks slowly into the room, placing the items on a coffee table. She stands in front of him. He looks at her standing there, legs apart, hands on hips. She's rocking back and forth a little bit. As she rocks her can see the moisture that's pooled in her panties but on closer inspection, sees that it is on the inside of her thighs as well.
He stands up and moves toward her but she stops him with a hand on his bare chest. "I want to have a little fun with you tonight. You wont get hurt," she informs him. He raises his eyebrows questioningly at her but decides to play along.
She walks over the coffee table and picks up a set of handcuffs. She snaps first one on his wrist and then the other. After she's cuffed him she lightly rakes her red nails down his chest and belly, stopping at his cock. She grasps him lightly, but then tightens her grip. With him still in her hand, she turns toward the table again, picking up the whip he hadn't seen.
She walks toward the stairs, pulling him along by his cock. They climb upstairs, heading toward her large room. As he enters he sees her king size bed, lets out a sigh of relief and starts to head toward it. But is stopped when she tightens her grip even more, reminding him that she's in control. He looks at her, then notices a large hook in the wall and a rope hanging from him.
A cold sweat breaks out over his body. He's really worried no about what he's gotten himself in for. She leads him over to the hook, letting go of his cock. She tells him to raise his arms so she can attach him to the hook. He does what she says, hoping that she wont hurt him. She turns and walks away. While she's got her back turned, he takes a chance to look around the room.
He notices there's an armchair facing him about 2 metres away. And on the table beside it is a variety of sex toys. She turns back to him, picking up a feather tickler. As she comes back to him, she places a passionate kiss on his lips, pressing her body against his. Now he thinks this isn't half as bad as he thought.
As she continues to kiss him, she takes the feather tickler, running it up and down his thighs and across his belly. Tossing the tickler away, she kisses a trail across his chest, down his belly, stopping before she got to his cock. She drops down into a squat, his cock right in front of her face. She can almost hear him willing her to suck it, take it between her lips and make him cum.
But she doesn't. With one of her hands, she pushes his rigid cock to the side, placing a kiss on his ball sack. Rising to her full height, she moves to the armchair and sits down. As she sinks into the seat's cushions, she spreads her legs, her wet panties clinging to her pussy lips.
"Now if you're a good boy, you wont have to worry about getting hurt. This whip beside me is mainly for show, but I like to use it at times," she informs him. She moves forward a little so she's closer to the edge of the seat. Leaning back, she lifts up her left leg, placing it over the arm of the chair. Reaching down, she starts to run her fingers up and down the wet lace.
He can see her pussy lips slowly open under the lace. She slips the fabric to one side, giving him the perfect view of her sex. She continues to run her fingers up and down her pussy, but this time running them around the edge of her lips, not touching her swollen clit. He looks up to her face and sees her staring at him. She can read his mind, read that he wants to be the one pleasuring her.
Belle slips her fingers down low on her pussy, moving them in a circle around her entrance before pushing two fingers in as far as she can. Her eyes close and a moan escapes her lips. She pulls them back out and then slides them back in again, deeper this time. Without opening her eyes, she reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a vibrator from it. A small smile comes to her lips as she thinks of how good it is to tease this man, knowing he wants to pleasure her but cant because he's restrained.
Turning on the vibrator, she runs it over her clit, gasping at the sensations shooting through her. She works it around in a circle as she moves it lower and lower until she slides it into her. Raising her hips off the chair, she takes it deeper. He watches on in fascination, his cock twitching, his mouth watering, wanting to taste her. As he watches, she pulls the vibrator from her pussy, drops it onto the table and stands up, making her way to him. She releases him from the hook but leaves him handcuffed. She grabs the chain of the cuffs and pulls him back toward the chair.
Sitting down, she puts her leg back over the arm of the chair. Grabbing his head, she guides his head between her legs and tells him to lick her like a good boy. Not needing to be told twice, he sets a fast pace on her clit, running his tongue back and forth over her swollen bud. He shifts his tongue lower to lick at her entrance, but feels the sting of the whip across his naked back.
Not sure if she'll whip him again, but willing to risk it, he slides two fingers deep into her soaked pussy. The loud moan she lets loose tells him that she wont whip him. Finding her g-spot he works his fingers furiously on it, his tongue still working at its fast pace. "Good boy, good slave," she praises him.
She shoves her fingers through his hair, holding him to the exact spot. "Don't stop," she says quietly. He can feel her pussy squeezing his fingers, letting him know she's about to orgasm. Suddenly she jerks, pushing his face tighter against her clit. She lets out a scream as she squirts her cum over his fingers. He moves his mouth down, licking and trying to catch all of her cum.
Belle still has twitches moving though her. He stops flicking his tongue and is about to move his fingers out. Again the sting of the whip hits him across the back. "Don't stop," she tells him. Again he licks at her clit, noticing how much more she trembles and twitches with each stroke. He's amazed that he can feel her pussy tightening again so soon. He stops licking and begins sucking her clit. This sends Belle over the edge again. She moans loudly as she bucks harder against his lips.
This time he moves away while she's still shuddering. He sits on the floor, watching her face as she comes down. She opens her eyes, they're bright from the pleasure she just had. She leans forward, kissing him on the lips, tasting her own cum. She runs her tongue over his chin, cleaning him up a little. "Let me take those cuffs off you," she says. Grabbing the key, she unlocks them and takes them off him.
Seeing his chance, he grabs them from her, snapping them on her wrists. "What? What are you doing?" she asks.
"Now its your turn to being handcuffed," he informs her.
"Hey, that's not fair," she pouts.
But he lifts her, carrying her to the hook where he was attached not too long ago. He ties her to the hook, facing the wall. He reaches around the front of her, unzipping the leather bustier and pulling it off her. Now she's naked except for the boots, but he's decided to leave them on. He leans close to her ear and tells her she's not to make a noise.
He runs his hands over her, starting with her breasts, her nipples pebbling against his palms. He squeezes them, a small moan rising from her throat.
With one hand on her breasts, he runs the other down her spine, cupping and squeezing her arse when he reaches it. He pulls his hand back and slaps it across her arse cheek, a sharp intake of breath her only response.
He stands directly behind her, rubbing his cock against her. The hand at her breasts makes its way down her belly to her pubic mound. He pushes her back against him. He moves back from her a bit, moves her legs apart to where he wants them. He goes to the coffee table and picks up two items. Her whip and a set of anal beads.
He kneels down behind her, getting the perfect view of her pussy from behind. He takes her whip, and runs the handle around the tight entrance of her pussy. He slips it inside of her, pushing until almost the whole handle is inside of her and she's quivering. He pulls it almost fully out of her and then pushes it back in. He slowly fucks her with the whip handle, watching her pussy muscles grip at it.
He stops and pulls it fully out, dropping it to the floor and dips his index finger into her. He pulls his finger free of her and works it gently around her rear hole. As he continues to work her arse with is finger, he slides the anal beads into her pussy to coat them with her juices. Pulling the beads out, he slowly slides them into her arse, until they're all inside.
He massages her butt cheeks, making sure she's nice and relaxed. He grasps his cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it, letting the wet tip rub against her arse. He tells her to lean stick her arse out a little and to lean forward a little bit. Once she's moved to the way he wants her, he reaches around the front of her, spreading her wet lips.
He moves in behind her, finding her entrance and slowly pushes deep into her. Belle forgets what he told her and lets out a moan as his throbbing cock fills her. The sound of the hard slap he deal across her arse cheeks echoes around the room. The sting causing her to hiss. He grabs her by the hips and starts to thrust in and out of her.
He pulls all the way out, then shoves back into her, his balls pressed against her clit. His slow fucking is driving her insane. She wants to feel him slam into her, his balls slapping at her clit. She tries to look over her shoulder at him, but the fall of her hair makes it difficult. He senses her needs, pulls her hair back from her face, grasps it in one hand to pull her head back a bit.
Her moan vibrates through her, making him slap her arse cheek again. He steps up the pace, wanting to fill her full of his thick white cream. He pulls back and slams into her, a grunt of satisfaction coming from him. He does it again, pulling her head back a bit more. He leans forward and starts to kiss her neck, then sucks on it, branding her.
He lets go of her hair only to gather it again, getting a better grip. He's throbbing so much. Her pussy is clenching on his thick shaft. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, he slams her harder and harder. He's grunting from the effort, Belle's begging him, to cum, to make her cum again.
She starts to shudder, squeezing his cock, trying to milk him. She screams as her orgasm hits her hard. He remembers the anal beads and slowly pulls them out of her arse, one by one. She bucks back against him. He lets go of her hair, grasps her hips with both hands and slams her again, once, twice and then shoots thick wads of cum inside of her twitching pussy. As he's still coming, he pulls out and sprays the rest of his seed onto her back and arse.
Knees trembling, he leans against her, catching his breath. He kisses her shoulders and asks if she's alright. Head bent, she murmurs that she's perfectly fine and that she'd like to be released so she can sit down and let her legs become stable again.
He unlocks the cuffs and helps her to her bed. She lays on her stomach, her breathing back to normal. He straddles her hips and softly massages her until she drifts off to sleep. He heads down to the lounge room, gets dressed and leaves her a note. Call me anytime you wish to play again.....maybe next time we'll do my fantasy, lol. XXX
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