Loading...The Stable
Okay, since you have horses, here’s something to get you started.
I like my show horses clean, so I think I would start first by cross-tying you in the wash rack and bathing you. I’d make certain it was at the busiest time of day at the barn so everyone could watch.
You wouldn’t know if anyone was watching you or touching you unless they spoke, because you would be hooded. I generously lather soap over your wet, nude body. I stroke you mercilessly with a soapy hand until you’re rock hard but then retreat. You thrust your hips, seeking contact, but rather than finding it, you receive a hard lash of the crop on your flanks. You instinctively jump away from the offending sting and receive another sharp lash across your hind. I continue until you’ve set your feet apart to stand perfectly still, open, and completely submissive to me.
Pleased that you’ve done what I’ve trained you to do, I go back to lathering soap along your beautiful skin. I avoid your groin area at first, concentrating more on your chest, your stomach, your back. My fingers trace the red stripes along your ass and then slide easily between your butt cheeks.
You tense a bit as my soapy finger teases your anal opening. You know damn well that I’ll take you there if it pleases me and I won’t care who is watching. I can almost hear what you’re thinking as your cock swells, begging to be touched.
A second set of hands are now on you and you know for certain what you already suspected: There are others around. And they’re getting turned on by your display.
Fingers gingerly trace the length of your cock as I slip my finger into your anal opening. You let go a breathy moan. You are in desperate need of release.
On any other day I might just give in if you begged me sweetly enough. But not this day. I’ve taken notice that you’re harder than I’ve ever seen, and I suspect it’s because of the attention you’re receiving from the other ladies. Part of me is jealous, and the other part of me is irritated because I am so damned aroused by the sight of you like that.
My finger retreats and I brush away the other roaming hands so I can rinse the soap off your body. It’s a beautiful, warm, sunny day outside, so I decide I’d rather dry you in the sunshine than towel you off. I lead you outside. A gentle breeze tickles your bare skin, reminding you of your vulnerable state.
Curious ladies, faceless hands to you, follow us out to the grassy paddock. I’ve cuffed your hands behind your back to prevent you from getting into any real trouble and to encourage others to approach. My hand lovingly strokes your shoulders, biceps and back. I’m so proud of you.
Soon other are joining in. Hands, some aggressive while others tentative, explore your frame. They are all sizing you up. A petite woman seems oddly fascinated with your bum and takes to spanking it a bit to see how you’ll react. A taller, older woman is massaging your muscular arms and thighs. They are all pleased with my prize steed and I am beaming with pride. The petite woman begins to talk out loud to me about you. Others do the same. It seems that they are all very taken with you.
One woman reaches down and begins stroking you. I warn you not to come for her. You nod weakly. All the attention has brought you to the edge. Your jaw is tight as you strain to keep from coming.
I sense that the task is becoming extremely difficult as the woman’s strokes are becoming more intense.
My crop lands across your backside and this startles the woman into releasing you. I’ve had as much as I can take. The throbbing between my thighs is driving me mad. I lean close to your ear and speak in a low growl.
“I’ll allow you to come, my pet, but it will cost you.”
You release a whining noise and nod your head. You are desperate to come.
I walk you to my saddle rack. On it is my brand new, custom, black leather dressage saddle. I tell you where you are and order you to mount my new saddle on the rack. You groan as you lower yourself onto the cool, smooth leather. It feels so good against your hot scrotum. Your feet are still firmly planted on the ground so your weight isn’t fully resting on the saddle.
“If you want to get off, you’re going to have to fuck my saddle.”
You shake your head violently. You know how much the saddle means to me.
Even though I know you’re only protesting out of respect for me, I whip you anyway. Three swift, hard lashes across your bare bottom.
“How dare you argue with me. I’m giving you this gift. Take it.”
You stand perfectly still for a moment, hesitant to comply but not fully committed to refusal, either. You tilt your pelvis slowly forward. Your blood engorged dick is now lying beautifully along the shiny, oiled leather.
“That’s it. Good boy.”
Your hips rock forward at the sound of my approving voice, sliding your lovely hard cock over the slick leather surface. I bite my lip so as not to betray my own arousal over watching you.
It doesn’t take long for you to release. With a lingering moan, followed by a loud grunt, you thrust your hips forward until white ribbons of cum spew over the pommel of my saddle.
Your chest is heaving as you strain to catch your breath. You feel my fingers on the back of your hood and the release as I remove it. You quickly glance around but no one is in view. We appear to be alone.
“Now, you have a bit of a mess to clean up.”
You look down and spot the dots of cum that have landed along the edge of the pommel.
“Lucky for you, most of it shot beyond the saddle. Because I’m not releasing your hands to help you. You’re going to do this with your tongue. And if you do a good job, I’ll let you use your tongue on me next. It’s the least you can do for getting so aroused you had to come on my new saddle.”
My Weekend
We’d worked it out in advance. It was my weekend to have you do whatever pleased me. I’d been thinking about it all week, all the things I wanted to do to you and have you do to me. My mind was running through an endless array of possibilities for the two of us, and all of them promised to be memorable.
I instructed you to meet me at my house after work. You would arrive before me, so I told you to let yourself in, and upon entry, remove all of your clothing. The only other directives I left you was to use the facilities, and not, under any circumstance, get yourself off.
About 30 minutes after you arrive, my front door opens. You’re expecting it to be me, but your smile soon wanes when you are standing face-to-face with a strange man.
He reaches out his hand to you, “Hello, I’m Robert. Dee sent me here to get you ready for the party.”
All sorts of questions are swirling in your mind.
“Party?”
Robert nods but offers no further explanation. He sets his duffel bag down on the sofa and begins a visual examination of the ceiling beams, glancing at you occasionally, as if he’s sizing you up.
You’re not sure what he’s thinking. You search your memory to try and recall if we’d ever discussed inviting a man into our play. You can’t remember it coming up in conversation. We’d never set boundaries in that area, and you wonder just what I’ve cooked up for you. Furthermore, you start to imagine what might happen next and how it might excite you.
It becomes apparent each time he glances at you that his gaze lingers on your manhood. Beyond your control, you respond to his attentive glances by growing stiffer. Your rising cock is noticed by Robert, spreading a slow smile across his face.
It’s not your usual cup of tea. You’ve always worked with men and played with women, as you liked to put it. But Robert was an exceptional man; pretty, like a woman, with straight white teeth, sparkling hazel eyes, and soft curly hair. The only thing manly about him was the defined muscular lines under his shirt, and the now bulging mass in his jeans.
“How much do you weigh?”
His deep voice snaps you out of the momentary trance and you stammer your reply, not even sure how accurate the number is.
Robert nods, takes one long look at your beautiful, hard cock and licks his lips before turning his attention to the door beam over the hall entrance.
“I think this one will do.”
You shake your head, not sure what he’s talking about and still finding it difficult to think rationally.
Robert rummages through his duffel, placing lengths of rope in neat piles on the sofa cushions. He pulls out three spring-loaded clamps and secures them in place along the beam. Then he walks to the sofa and chooses one of the piles of neatly tied rope and begins to unravel a length of it.
“Come here and stand in front of me with your feet shoulder width apart.”
You obey without question, knowing that he is there on your Mistress’s behalf.
Without a word, he begins to wrap the soft rope around your torso in an elaborate design, securing you completely in a tight web. His hands move swiftly and expertly over your body. It is evident by his demeanor that he is highly skilled at this artform, and this settles your nerves.
He finishes with one rope and starts on another, moving to your wrists next. Each one is tightly wrapped; long cuffs extending to your forearm. Robert drops to his knees to wrap your thighs in a similar fashion and you try not to think about how close he is to your raging hard-on, and how you can practically feel his hot breath on your balls as he leans in to run rope between your legs.
Robert looks up at you and smiles appreciatively at your response and your cock twitches involuntarily at him. The anticipation of what is going to happen to you next is delicious.
Your are directed to stand in the doorway beneath the secured clamps so Robert can run suspension ties from your wrapped body up to the clamps.
As he moves around you, working the rope through the devices, his tee shirt and jeans often incidentally brush past your sensitive organ. You let go a breathy gasp.
Robert stops what he’s doing and chuckles, “You better get used to that. This is the only way to the restroom and there’ll be no way to get past without touching you.”
Your eyes widen as you recall him using the term party earlier.
“What kind of party is this?”
Robert shrugs and smiles, but doesn’t answer. He glances at his watch and takes a deep breath.
“Okay. You’re going to feel some tightness in areas until I get all the points working together. That’s normal. I’ll let you know just before you lose your feet.”
He tightens each one in order and, as promised, warns you just before you’re going to be fully suspended. He checks the clamps, test the restraints and lifts; then repeats the process over and again methodically until you are swinging freely in the doorway.
Robert steps back, chuckles, and shakes his head.
“Man, that’s a tight fit. How does it feel?”
You’re amazed by how comfortable it actually is. No area is pinching or taking the brunt of your suspended weight. Your wrists are secured high over your head and your thighs are strapped to the clamps farthest apart, spreading them wide to the living room and kitchen.
You barely manage to choke out that you’re okay through bated breath.
“You’re going to get to see everyone as they arrive, just so you have a mental picture. Then, I believe your Mistress plans to hood you.”
You nod weakly, “Are you staying?”
“Yeah. You know, I think you want me to stay, and not just to make sure your restraints are okay.”
Your eyes clamp shut. Your cock is rock hard. You already need a release and the party hasn’t even started. You hardly care at this point how you get it.
“It doesn’t matter. I have strict orders not to touch you, no matter how much you beg. Mistress Dee wants you fresh for her arrival.”
You groan and try to look away through your neck supports. You want to ask how much longer that will be, but you know he won’t answer.
Robert gathers his things and tucks his near-empty duffel into a corner of the room. He lazily walks to the refrigerator and pulls a fresh ale from it. Only then you notice that it appears to be loaded with refreshments.
Another fifteen minutes or more passes. Robert is on his second drink when you hear vehicles approaching and boisterous voices on the front step. You recognize one as mine and this causes your heart rate to accelerate.
My face is the first through the door but I don’t acknowledge you immediately. You notice that no one is acknowledging your presence. It’s as if you don’t exist.
The party is already in full-swing it would seem, and you ascertain from bits and pieces of conversation that it actually started at someone else’s house. It’s a progressive party, but you have no way of knowing if this is the last stop or just another stop on the way.
Finally, I approach you. You perk up as the soft satin material of my tight corset skims your bare bottom.
“How are you holding up, Love? No pun intended.”
You nod, “Good, Mistress.”
“Did Robert do a good job for you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
My fingers start to trace circles over your exposed scrotum and anus. “I really like you like this.”
I notice that my approving words and gentle caresses are making you uncomfortably aroused.
“You’re being ever so good and cooperative. I’m so proud of you.”
I only have to bend slightly forward to kiss the tip of your beautiful cock. Precum has gathered at the opening and I lap it up greedily. The saltiness on my tongue, along with your musky scent sends me into this aggressive state of arousal.
You notice immediately that my pupils have dilated and I’m shaking with adrenaline. I’m holding my helpless submissive before me, completely aware that I am his keeper. This power grips me and binds me to you just as surely as if I were hanging in those restraints with you.
You begin to tremble as you feel it, too.
“Please, Mistress…”
I know what you want, what you need. I smile and look deep into your pleading eyes. It’s a connection felt nowhere else. I know what it feels like to want something so desperately, it feels like need. I understand you, as well as you understand that I may or may not grant you what you ask.
But in the end, I can never deny you for long. And on this occasion, I want to be the first, so I know I must go through with it. I must allow you to climax for me.
My fingers wrap around your hot shaft and lift. I want to take you into my mouth and suck you off but think better of it. It would be far more fitting to pump you until your cum spurts over your chest, providing a lovely decoration for my party guests.
It only takes a few strokes until you’re proudly wearing your cum.
“My, oh my, weren’t we wound up! That’s going to make a lovely snack for some passer-by. You won’t know who, or even if it’s a man or a woman. And don’t even try to look shocked. Robert already whispered in my ear how much he wants you. And how much he thinks you want him. You are a naughty sub. Anyway, I’m hooding you so you’re off the hook. I was going to put earplugs in, but I think I’ll leave them out. That way, if my guests want to say something to you, they can.”
I signal Robert to bring me a hood and we make short work of fitting it on you. You look so adorable swinging there in the doorway, a faceless body; a play toy for my guest’s amusement.
It isn’t long before ladies need to use the facilities. As I suspected, rather than standing in a line outside the door, they gather around you, waiting for their turn.
They all start a bit shyly at first. One woman uses your chest as a table to rest her drink on as she chats away about nothing important. Another is petting your thigh, while the third simply balances herself at your knee.
Each one takes turns glancing at your growing manhood. It’s obvious that they want to touch you, but no one seems willing to be the first. You try to taunt them into it by twitching your cock, waving it in the air. This draws their attention more boldly to you, and one of them even makes a comment about it.
The suspense is killing me, as I can practically feel your anticipatory energy from where I’m standing. I wager in my mind on who will touch you first. I can tell it’s going to happen soon, because it seems all their hands have drifted almost imperceptibly closer to your hard cock.
Finally, Jules, the one I had bet on in my mind, stretches her fingers ever so gingerly out to lightly touch your silky smooth skin. Your entire body twitches as though her touch delivered an electric shock to it. The women all break out in a nervous giggle. Emily goes next, caressing your length with only the very tips of her fingers. You respond by lifting your hips in a needy display.
Rachel joins in, and now I notice they are less concerned with taking turns as several fingers are on you at once. Jules cups your balls in her palm, while Emily wraps her fingers all the way around your shaft.
The loo door opens and Sarah approaches. Rachel groans because she is first in line and now must leave the fun that has just begun. Sarah watches with amusement as Emily and Jules are now working in unison. It is evident that you’re approaching your next climax.
I’m finding it difficult to watch you like this. The throbbing in my own pussy is almost too difficult to tolerate.
Sarah pinches your nipples between her sharp fingernails and you come violently onto your stomach. The ladies whoop and holler at their success, and declare with delight that you are their new favorite party game.
I, on the other hand, need to remind you who you belong to, and begin plotting just how I’m going to do that.
The scent of my soaked panties firmly planted on his face should do the trick.
Routine Exam
You’ve arrived at the clinic on time for your appointment. It’s not the type of exam one looks forward to, but due to a close call with a dear friend, you’ve decided it’s time to have your prostate checked.
This is a new clinic for you; new doctor, environment, procedures, and protocol. Your Mistress suggested you try this doctor for this particular procedure. You sign several pages of release forms, present numerous forms of identification and proof of insurance, and eventually find yourself swallowing a tiny, round blue pill designed to relax you.
Your name is called just as you’re beginning to relax from the drug they’ve given you. You seemingly float to the examination room and have no qualms about disrobing, even before the petite attendant has slipped out the door. Now wearing only a thin hospital gown, you slide onto the table, and allow your head to melt into the foam cushion pillow provided.
Moments later, a doctor introduces himself. He is accompanied by an assistant who busies herself arranging tools, gel, paper cloth wipes, and gloves while the doctor walks through the procedure. You barely notice the doctor speaking. Your mind is not clear, and you find it difficult to take your eyes off the assistant’s amazing ass which is barely covered by her short, white skirt.
As if she is completely aware of your stare on her backside, she bends over at the waist to retrieve the pen she dropped. Your heart skips as her perfectly smooth labial lips come into view. She’s not wearing panties, and she’s clean shaven.
You blink hard because you can’t trust your eyes. By the time you regain focus, she’s standing upright again; opportunity lost.
The assistant turns toward you and begins working to prep you for the doctor. Her white blouse hugs her rib cage, forcing her ample breasts together until they threaten to spill out the open ‘V’ at the top. In your half-dazed state, you stare unashamed at them. You feel gentle tugging at your wrists, but you’re more interested in the way her curves jiggle with every movement.
She glides around the table and works quickly. When at last she is standing still beside the doctor, you realize what she has done. She has restrained you to the table. Your wrists are fastened tightly at your sides. Your knees bent, and ankles fastened beside your wrists, your anus is in perfect position for the doctor to examine you.
Somewhere in the recesses of your hazy mind, you have a fleeting notion that the restraints might be extreme, but you dismiss it. It does make it much easier for you to relax all your muscles with little threat of disrupting the procedure.
You feel pressure against your exposed anal opening and cool, soothing gel, followed by a rapid insertion of the doctor’s finger. He moves his fingers around, takes samples, and repeatedly asks you if you are experiencing any discomfort. After you repeatedly answer ‘no’, he withdraws his finger and removes his gloves. He informs you that you should schedule a digital rectal exam in a year, followed by a full colonoscopy when you turn 50, then turns on his heel to depart. Just as he is about to shut the door, he informs you that Jenna will take care of you until you are coherent enough to drive home.
Jenna’s warm smile assures you as she moves to the door and turns the lock.
She starts out sweetly enough.
“How are you feeling?”
You nod, “Not bad.”
Jenna walks around the end of the table and stands between your splayed thighs.
“Still feeling a little groggy from the valium?”
You nod.
“It’s going to take awhile to wear off.”
“Aren’t you going to let me up?”
Jenna shrugs, “Eventually.”
She takes a step back and surveys your bare bottom. A slow smile creeps onto her face. She slowly turns toward the cabinets and pulls a pair of rubber gloves from the dispenser. Then she produces a ball gag from one of the drawers.
Your eyes widen. It’s not as though you haven’t been gagged before, just not at the doctor’s office. Without turning around, Jenna continues to speak.
“I saw you gawking at my breasts earlier. Just because I have cleavage doesn’t give you the right to stare. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I apologize. I…I’m not…It’s the drugs.”
“Oh, please…that’s pathetic. You want to suck on them. That’s what you were imagining earlier.”
“No, I wasn’t…”
Jenna turns swiftly toward you and approaches with the gag in her hands. She presses the ball into your mouth as you are about to protest again and then snaps the leather straps in place, securing the apparatus to your face.
“I can’t bear to hear your lies any longer. You mean to tell me you would protest if I unsnapped this blouse right now?”
She doesn’t give you the opportunity to even nod your head before she yanks the snaps open. Her ample breasts spill out of the blouse revealing that she is not wearing a bra underneath.
Your eyes survey them, moving from one orb to the other. Her nipples are tiny, dark, erect points. You realize a second too late that you’ve fallen into her trap. You did exactly as she was suggesting you’d do; you gawked at her exposed chest. You clamp your eyes shut.
“Too late. You can’t hide from me.”
You hear the snap of rubber and open your eyes. Jenna is pulling on the second glove. You yell your protest through your gag and yank wildly at your restraints. But it’s to no avail.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really shouldn’t fight.”
Jenna reaches up to your hospital gown and slides it over your knees, exposing your cock. You’re relaxed from the drugs and not at all stiff.
“We’ll use your cock as our guide. When you become hard enough, I’ll know the drugs have worn off and you’re ready to go home.”
Jenna walks around to your side. She lifts her breast to your cheek and caresses your face with her hard nipple.
“Too bad you’re not going to get to suck on these. Maybe later, if you’re good and promise not to make a sound. Would you like that?”
You reluctantly nod.
“Ah, honesty. We’re making progress.”
She saunters to the end of the table and without warning, slides her finger inside your ass. You grunt hard at the intrusion.
“I thought since you were already lubricated, I might have a little fun here first. You see, Doctor Lenz and I have this little agreement. He leaves me to do my thing after he’s done, and I do little favors for him. It all works out. Funny, none of the patients have ever complained about it, either.”
Her finger has begun a steady rhythm of sliding in and out of your ass. The pressure increases as she adds a second finger. You whine through your gag and squeeze your hands into fists.
“I think more guys like anal play than will admit to it. Don’t you?”
Your eyes grow larger. You’re wondering if she actually expects you to carry on a coherent conversation while she’s drilling you with her fingers. You release a huff of air around your gag and quickly nod your head. Sweat is beginning to bead along your forehead.
“You’re starting to show some life.”
You look down and notice that your cock is beginning to stiffen. You drop your head back onto the pillow in humiliating defeat.
Jenna’s pistoning hand stops for a moment. She pulls a wand out of the drawer underneath the bed and holds it up for you to see. It has round balls along the length that gradually get larger down toward the base.
You start to squirm and buck your hips as much as you can in protest but she doesn’t even seem to notice. Her fingers retreat from your opening long enough for her to slide the first ball in.
It’s not terribly uncomfortable; a little cool. She applies pressure and a second, slightly larger orb enters your channel. This one applies more pressure to the walls. A third one is forced through your opening.
You’re beginning to feel the depth now. You start panting through the gag. Sweat is now dripping down the sides of your face. Your chest is glistening with wetness. You don’t want to look, but you’re pretty sure your cock has grown in response to being filled by this evil temptress.
More pressure and a fourth ball slips past your anal ring. This one feels enormous. You moan and grunt. It’s no use. No one can hear you, and she isn’t going to stop.
“Can you take one more like a big boy?”
You shake your head furiously as you scream out through your gag. Every muscle in your body is tense and rock hard. Your veins are bulging from your blood surging through them at an alarming rate.
Jenna wiggles the wand a bit and you yell again. You can’t see what she’s doing but you feel her fiddling with the end of the wand.
Without warning, the device starts to vibrate. Your eyes open wide in surprise. The sensation travels right to your balls. You release a low moan. Your hips start to undulate. Suddenly you aren’t as concerned about the wand in your ass, you want to come. Now.
Jenna leaves the device and walks to the side of the table. She presses a button and the table begins to lower. She makes an adjustment so your feet are slightly more elevated than your head.
Sliding her skirt up, she straddles your face so you have a clear view of her pussy. Her scent engulfs you. You lift your head but she’s just out of reach. You let go a muffled growl of frustration.
Jenna pulls the wand of beads until two have slipped free and then pushes them back in again.
You’re dizzy with desire. You want to climax, but know that you won’t be able to without some kind of contact. You can feel your cock against your stomach. It’s completely swollen and hard. Pre cum is now sliding up your chest. What you wouldn’t give to…
Jenna pulls the wand again and more forcefully drives it inside you. The remaining ball stretches your muscular ring and you scream out.
Your Weekend – Part 1
It was your weekend to top. I finished work early on Friday and stopped at the local pub to visit my friend who had just started waitressing. I pulled up a bar stool and ordered a beer. A very petite girl with short brown hair plopped down beside me. We struck up a conversation about next to nothing and then proceeded to gab for the next hour straight. I think I fell in love with her right off the bat. Her high, bubbly giggle; the way she batted her eyes at me when she spoke. It was obvious she was flirting from the second she first sat down. And I was flattered. I mean, she was hardly eighteen, it seemed. And she was just as cute as she could be.
I made the decision to invite her over. It was what she wanted. And I hadn’t tasted pussy in awhile.
I knew this might not sit well with you. It was your weekend: Your choices, your commands, your desires. You might just view this as me topping from the bottom, but these opportunities don’t come along every day, so I took the chance and brought her home.
It was easier than I thought to break the ice. I turned one direction and she just caught me in a kiss before I realized what was happening. Our tongues twisted and danced in each other’s mouths. She was so much smaller than you, so much softer, so much sweeter.
My hand just sort of snaked up her sweater. She was fairly flat chested and wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples protruded quite a bit and were pebble hard against my palms as I caressed her breasts under her sweater. She broke from our kiss to ask if we could move to the bedroom. Without a word, I grabbed her hand in mine and led her to our bed.
We undressed quickly and crawled underneath the covers. Her lithe, naked body felt amazing against mine. I was kissing her neck, making my way to her perky breasts when I heard you walk through the door. Moments later, you were standing in the doorway.
I could tell immediately by your expression that you were not pleased with my taking control. You blinked hard and sighed loudly. Then you walked to the side of the bed and pulled the covers down to expose our tangled, naked flesh. Your eyes surveyed our bodies with a look of near boredom, as though this was a huge imposition to you.
I knew that you liked her. For a brief moment when you first pulled back the sheets, your eyes betrayed you. You liked the sight of the nubile girl beneath me as much as I did.
You reached out and fisted my hair in your palm. I yelped as you yanked me up off her and then shoved my head between her legs.
“If you want pussy so bad, go ahead and eat it. Don’t let me stop you.”
You held my head in place until I opened my mouth to taste her. She was delicious. Sweet and tangy at the same time. Everything I had hoped for. I ran my tongue over her hot folds and drank her sweet nectar.
“What’s your name?”
You started carrying on a conversation as if I wasn’t even there.
“Renee.”
“Do you like having your pussy licked, Renee?”
“Yes.”
“And what about being fucked? Do you like that?”
“I like everything.”
“Good to hear that.”
I heard the sound of your zipper, followed by a rustling and soft thud. I caught movement out of my peripheral vision and turned my head in time to see you sliding the length of your cock forcefully into Renee’s mouth. The visual, along with the strong scent of cunt on my face was enough to get me really going. I doubled my efforts on Renee, mercilessly flicking her hard clit while I finger fucked her.
She started to moan, indicating her orgasm was approaching. She was having difficulty focusing on your cock. But that wasn’t a problem for you; you merely grabbed her ears and started fucking her face. Her body shook beneath me and she released a series of muffled cries. You pulled away before coming. Your eyes were black, your expression, determined.
Renee panted and gasped for air. Her nipples were tiny dark points on her chest. You nudged me over and positioned your cock at her weeping opening and slid inside. She mewled and gripped the sheets. I surmised from your growling that her tight cunt was gripping your cock almost painfully.
You pulled away from her body slowly, luxuriating in the feel of this stranger’s hot, tight pussy. Her cum coated your hard cock. You glanced over at me but my eyes were fixed on your creamy white shaft.
“Get down here and lick me. Clean her cum off my cock while I fuck her. And lick her clit, too. Make her cum again.”
What you asked me to do was punishment. I didn’t mind the act. I wanted to do it, but it was my fantasy. My long time dream was to have a woman lick my clit while I was being fucked. And I knew you were making me do it for her as punishment for bringing her home on your weekend. Even though you were getting to fuck the tightest, youngest cunt you’d probably ever had.
It wasn’t fair, but then again, no one ever said that anything we did was ever fair. I’d been known to bend you over a saddle rack, bare your ass and whip you with a crop for no other reason than because I felt like it. Hell, that wasn’t fair.
I bent over and ran my flat tongue along your length, lapping at the white, sticky cum that had accumulated there. You slid inside her and I moved to her clit. You fucked her slowly, allowing me to alternate between the two of you. Your palm wrapped around my wrist and directed my hand to your swaying balls. Seems I wasn’t doing enough.
Renee’s breathing went shallow. She was close. Her little cries rose in pitch, broadcasting her approaching climax and urging you to fuck her harder. You obliged. Gripping her thighs, you slammed your hips into her tiny, trembling body just as she was crying out her release. Moments later, you shuddered in climax inside her.
Unceremoniously, you pulled out of her and stepped back.
“Now you can suck my cum from her cunt. And stay there until it’s all gone and she’s perfectly clean. You wanted to eat pussy this weekend, you’ll eat pussy, sugar. And you’ll keep eating it until your lips and tongue go numb and you’re begging to stop. Meanwhile, I’m going to fetch a chastity belt for you. Because you’re not going to come at all this weekend.”
Your Weekend – Part 2
That Friday night I didn’t even get to sleep in my own bed. You tethered me to the bed rail while you climbed into the sheets with our new friend, Renee. She wasn’t terribly kinky, but what she lacked in adventuresome spirit, she made up for in perky energy. I sensed that, although she didn’t outwardly protest to my being bound and gagged, she didn’t fully approve. And if you’d gone much further, she might just do something stupid, like call the cops.
You read her the same way, I could tell, and so you kept things pretty simple. And fairly vanilla, by our standards.
I didn’t get much sleep. You made sure you got your fill of her tight pussy. It was impossible to miss the squeaking mattress springs and rocking frame as you fucked her repeatedly throughout the night. She even allowed you to slide your finger into her virgin ass. As if her tight cunt wasn’t enough.
The thoughts in my mind were definitely taking a turn for the worst. I was massively horny and feeling completely neglected and deprived. I was desperate for your attention. Any attention. Unfortunately, I broadcasted it a little too much and then pushed the issue by becoming downright defiant.
At first it was just the expression on my gagged face when you looked in my direction. I shot daggers through my eyes at you, hoping for a mortal wound. I think if I’d have stopped there, you might have allowed me to slide, but I didn’t. I proceeded by attempting to trip you as you walked by. I’m pretty sure that was the last straw.
You acted as though you dismissed it, and that hurt even more than anything else. Being ignored was the worst possible punishment. Or so I thought.
Subtly, you handed Renee her things and sent her on her way. It was a good thing, too. She’d grown more than a little fond of your cock, I could see, and I suspected she wished she could see you again. I was seething with jealousy behind my gag. It wasn’t like me to allow it to grip me like that, but I was not in my usual state. I had been riding the edge of release for too long. And I missed your touch, your hot breath on my skin, your scent, your loving kisses.
But you missed none of it, of course. You sensed I was approaching my breaking point. And ultimately, that was why you sent her away. You had your own reasons, I’m sure. Likely, you’d grown tired of the vanilla sex with her, but even vanilla sex is good sex. You probably would’ve kept on with her had it not been for me. And I loved you for that. It was why I trusted you enough to play.
When at last I heard the door shut, my heart began to race. Suddenly I became aware that there was nothing keeping you from unleashing on me now. The house was empty. It was Saturday, and we had no plans that I knew of other than the usual chores. Nothing but a lot of free time.
I cowered at your feet when you returned, even though I knew in my heart that it wouldn’t be enough to save my ass from the whipping that was coming. You released my wrists and ordered me to hoist myself over the back of the sofa until my feet were off the ground. I was to use my hands for balance. I complied. It could have been worse. You could have yanked me into any desired position, wounding my pride while scraping my knees and bruising my limbs. You didn’t. You were calm and decisive, and not the least bit angry. Being drained of semen probably calmed you quite a bit, I thought to myself.
You warmed my ass with your palm first. The first slap was harsh. There was no easing me into it; you simply wanted it red before you brought the crop across it. It hurts more that way. And that was your objective. This wasn’t an erotic spanking; this was a beating.
I gritted my teeth at first and swore not to cry out, but it was no use. Eventually I succumbed to crying and pleading for your mercy. When you had endured enough of my pleas, you allowed me to get up and collect myself.
The tears finally dried up. I was placed in a chastity belt once again. This time I had the added discomfort of a striped ass. I had hoped you’d abandoned your notion of orgasm denial, but I was wrong. You had no motivation to fuck me or have me suck you off. You were completely sated from your marathon fucking, and besides, you had work to do in the garden. What I didn’t know what that you intended for me to accompany you there.
In nothing more than a pair of cuffs and a chastity belt, you began to lead me toward the door. When I protested, stating that the closest neighbor would see, you simply nodded and fetched a gag to shut me up.
Outside in the garden, you tied a rope to one cuff, threw the remaining length of it over the lowest tree limb and ran the free end through my other cuff. Then you pulled until my arms were drawn over my head. You secured me in that position, my feet barely touching the ground.
As if I didn’t exist, you went about your business in the yard. I started reasoning in my head, trying to settle my nerves by guessing at the odds of Mrs. Johanssen coming/going from her house while I dangled there. I didn’t have to guess for long.
The horror on her face turned my entire body to fire. You knew she was about two seconds from phoning the police so you approached her.
“Good morning, Mrs. Johanssen. How are you today?”
“I’m…that’s positively horrifying!”
“Oh, I know, isn’t it? But it’s what she wanted. Isn’t it, honey?”
My face must’ve been beet red. It felt like flames were lapping around my head and neck. I was thoroughly embarrassed already and now you seemed intent on pinning the whole thing on me. But I had no choice. If I didn’t go along, Mrs. Johanssen would most certainly call the police and we’d all spend our weekend explaining down at the police station. I nodded sheepishly.
You turned back to Mrs. Johanssen. She continued to look on me as though I were some kind of animal.
You nudged her elbow as you leaned in and spoke. “The things we do for the ones we love, eh, Mrs. Johanssen?”
She nodded weakly, eyes still glued to my frame. She was trying desperately to make sense of it still, but her expression changed enough to settle me. She didn’t understand, and probably never will, but she realized that I wasn’t being forced, and so it wasn’t her place to interfere. She placed her hand on your shoulder and sighed in pity before she continued into her home.
I was mortified. Now our neighbor not only thinks I’m a freak, she pities you for having to cater to my freakish desires. Oh, bloody hell!
Spring – Part One
Spring is probably my favorite time of year. It signals warmer weather is on the way. The best days are the ones that are unseasonably warm and I can’t wait to get outside. So when the forecasters were predicting such a day on Saturday, I took full advantage.
A friend of mine had some property out in the country. She was having two other ladies over to go trail riding. Everyone was hauling their horses in around 1:00pm. I had other plans, however, and once I shared them with her, she was all too willing to help me set them to action.
I informed you that I had a picnic planned for us and that you should clear your calendar for the day. This was a clear indication that I intended to be in charge. You were more than happy to comply, of course.
By around 11:30am, we were walking across an empty field, the sun warm on our backs, hauling a basket full of food and a backpack of assorted items I hadn’t shared with you.
We reached a tall oak tree and I announced that we had arrived at our lunch spot. We spread out a blanket and placed the basket on even ground, but before you could plop down on the blanket, I instructed you to strip. The shocked expression lasted only a moment before slowly turning to a smile. You knew it was coming.
I watched patiently from the blanket while you removed all your clothes. A tiny shiver ran over your body. From excitement or from the morning chill, I couldn’t tell for sure which. I made you stand there a few moments in all your glory while I gazed on you. You looked so pitifully vulnerable; so naked against the background of gold pasture grasses. You fidgeted a bit with your hands, not quite knowing what to do with them.
Opening my backpack, I produced a straightjacket for you. You happily complied by presenting your arms for me. Then I backed you up to the tree trunk, your bare ass against the rough bark, and pulled the sleeves around the back of the tree, securing you in place.
“You look good there, Pet. Are you hungry?”
You swallowed hard, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Better eat now while you can.”
Your brow furrowed for a second. You wanted to ask, but you knew it wouldn’t be wise to do so. My hand reached down and lazily stroked your partially stiff cock. You let go a groan.
“You better be quiet or I’ll have to gag you and you’ll get no lunch at all. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I was getting a rush out of your obedient responses. The adrenaline was starting to surge through my veins. I leaned over my backpack and started pulling out the contents for you to see. I wanted you to know the possibilities before I blindfolded you.
Lying on the blanket were the following items: A crop, a feather, a hood with a removable blindfold and gag, a ball gag, an adjustable ankle spreader, lubrication, an anal plug, a flogger, a masturbator, and a box of latex gloves.
Your expression was priceless. As your eyes surveyed the items, your cock stiffened. You had no way of hiding the excitement that was building in anticipation of what I had planned next. I couldn’t help but laugh as I slipped the hood over your head, securing the blindfold in place. I left the mouth open.
I then turned my attention to the basket of food. I wondered if you’d taken notice of the fact that I’d packed more than two people could eat. If you did, you said nothing. I was prepared to execute an alternate plan if you tried to be clever and spoil my surprise. Not 20 yards away was a fallen tree trunk that I could strap you down on and whip you red. I thought to myself as I was unloading the picnic basket, he could still end up on that trunk, I’m definitely in the mood for a good flogging.
I could hear your breathing quicken. I always mused at how in tune with your physiological responses I became while in Domme mode. It was as if all my senses were heightened just so I could focus on you.
I had cut a sandwich into bite size pieces and so I pulled that out first. I didn’t warn you I was approaching with food; I simply pressed the piece to your lips until you opened your mouth and accepted my gift. I acknowledged your compliance and trust.
“Good boy.”
And once again, I pet your exposed genitals lovingly.
This continued for some time. I’d alternate from sandwich, to chips, to fruit, and then allow you to take sips of water from a straw. Then I’d sit for a bit, basking in the sun on the blanket, enjoying the beautiful scenery, the sound of the gentle breeze as it rushed through the woods nearby. And your erotic, naked, vulnerable body strapped to that tree.
I heard the sound from way off. I was expecting it. I watched your face for the first signs of your awareness to it. Your head jerked toward the noise and your shoulders stiffened. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.
Thundering hoof beats grew louder as they approached. I was amazed myself at how much noise the three horses made across the pasture. It must’ve been unnerving, judging from your defensive posture. I’d left your legs free and they were now curling to the side as if to protect your sensitive genitals.
I decided it was time to gag you. I pressed a ball to your mouth, forcing you to open and take it and then roughly strapped it in place. I knew my roughness added to your mounting fear. I wanted you this way. I allowed you to continue to protect yourself only because I was going to relish whipping you back to a submissive posture before witnesses.
The riders dismounted and we all hugged. No one verbally acknowledged your presence as we chatted, but each lady stared at you unabashedly.
You had relaxed your stance somewhat, but you weren’t spread enough for my taste. Without warning, a sharp sting landed across one of your thighs.
“Spread your legs, slave.”
We barely heard your sharp cry through the gag. Gretchen giggled. Your feet tentatively slid further apart. Another sharp sting across your inner thigh.
“More. I’m losing patience.”
I didn’t wait for you to respond, I merely swung again. This time the blow landed dangerously close to your swinging scrotum. You flinched and widened your stance, stretching as far as you could.
“He’s really lovely, Dee.” Linda spoke as she was pouring wine into several glasses.
“Thanks. I found him online, can you believe it?”
“Really? Where?”
I recanted the story of our beginning for my friends as we toasted and commenced eating lunch.
It was sometime after we started the second bottle of wine when Julie reached over to the line-up of devices lying on the edge of the blanket and lifted the feather. Trying not to make a sound, she leaned closer to you and barely touched the tip of your penis with the feather.
Your entire body flinched at once as if an electrical charge had been administered. Laughter erupted in the group.
“So sensitive.”
I flicked the crop at your thigh, sending a mild stinging reminder to straighten your leg.
Julie once again approached you with the feather, ever so lightly running the tip of it up and down your shaft and along the sides of your balls. Your breathing labored past the ball gag as tiny gooseflesh riddled your balls, drawing them up closer to your body.
The ladies were fascinated with the reaction and repositioned themselves in a semi-circle around you. The sight was delicious. I silently wished for a camera, though I knew they wouldn’t allow me to photograph them. All three were married.
But there they sat, perched on their knees; their faces merely feet from your manhood. Lunch was eaten, the wine nearly gone; you were now the center of their attention, the utter focal point of the afternoon. And I could see from their expressions that it was going to be a long afternoon.
Spring – Part Two
I watched the ladies as they were becoming increasingly more comfortable with you. It helped that you were hooded and couldn’t tell who they were. I had been careful not to mention any names out loud. But I really wasn’t sure how far they were going to take it. These ladies all led pretty vanilla sex lives. I had laid out some pretty tame items, I thought, trying not to intimidate anyone.
So when I eyed Gretchen stroking the supple tentacles of the flogger, I was a little surprised. I didn’t draw attention to it, but made a mental note of her interest.
Linda was the first to actually touch you. She scooped your balls into her palm and lifted you up as if presenting you to the crowd of ladies. I patted myself on my back in my own mind for thinking of including wine with lunch. It was loosening up the girls nicely.
But it was Gretchen who got things rolling when she dared Linda to kiss your dick. Linda was probably one of the most competitive people I knew; she gladly stepped up to the challenge. But then she threw out one of her own. She challenged Gretchen to lick your balls.
Not one to be outdone, Gretchen aggressively buried her face, taking long, luxurious laps around each globe. She then flicked her tongue furiously, nipping at the loose skin between every few strokes. I suspected her intent was to get you hard. You didn’t disappoint.
By the time she was finished with her part of the dare, you were proudly protruding, full length. All 7 inches of beautiful cock, hard and ready for whatever these ladies had planned next.
“It’s your turn.”
Julie looked tentatively at your cock and then back to Linda. “I don’t know…”
“Oh, come on. No one will know.”
Julie swallowed hard as she approached on her knees. She reached out and very gently took you in her hand. Her tentative grip and hesitancy was turning you on. I wasn’t sure the ladies noticed, but I could hear your breath quicken.
Her fingers ran up and down the length of your shaft, around your silky smooth head, and over the folds of your skin.
“It’s not going to bite you, you know.”
Julie rolled her eyes at Gretchen. Linda was losing patience. As Julie gripped the base of your cock, Linda leaned forward and engulfed you in her mouth. You released a low guttural moan as her hot, wet mouth wrapped completely around you.
Julie kept her hand there and reached underneath to cup your balls as Linda continued to slide up and down your shaft, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm.
I noticed your feet inching closer together to gain purchase so you could fuck her face. I was expecting such a reaction from you.
I growled in your direction, “Don’t get greedy, slave.”
I wasn’t in the mood for insolence. I’d given this gift to you and I expected you to take it graciously. And to reward me later, of course.
I lifted the spreader bar and attached the cuffs to your ankles. Then I adjusted the length to the widest setting, stretching your legs painfully outward.
Linda and Julie had pulled away while I finished the task, and this gave Gretchen the opportunity to join the action. She had a little different thing in mind. While my back was turned, she’d managed to slip on a glove and generously lube her finger.
With your legs secured in a spread position, Gretchen easily slipped her gloved hand between your thighs, and without warning, penetrated your sensitive anal ring with her lubed finger. You cried out through your gag and struggled in your restraints. Gretchen responded by going deeper, sinking well past your tight ring. She fucked you for a few moments before adding a second finger and then continued her rapid assault. Mental note: Gretchen needs an outlet for her sadistic tendencies.
“Don’t let me stop you guys.”
Linda nodded and took you back into her mouth. Julie was a bit stunned by Gretchen’s roughness and wasn’t sure how to contribute. It didn’t matter. Deep, angry groans emanated from behind your gag announcing your climax. Linda pulled away and gripped your shaft tightly in her palm, flipping her wrist enough to encourage you to spew your cum. With Gretchen still fucking your ass with two fingers, you shot ribbons of white fluid across the picnic blanket.
It was a proud moment for me. My slave had delivered what my friends had commanded. For the moment. As I surveyed their greedy faces, I quickly realized that they weren’t through with you by a long shot.
Spring – Part Three
Your chest was heaving from your release. I watched carefully as you struggled to draw air into your lungs. You were uncomfortable but not in any danger.
“What else does he do, Dee?”
I turned toward Linda to answer, but before I could say a word, Gretchen removed her fingers from your arse and announced that she needed to relieve her bursting bladder and check on the horses.
“Great. Bring me your panties when you come back.”
Gretchen simply gave me a wicked grin and turned on her heel.
“Why?” Julie wanted to know.
“Well, for one, because he’s probably dying to taste the cunt of the woman who just fucked him. And, two, because it will warm him up for the next round. You want to know what other tricks he knows, right? When was the last time you had your pussy properly licked?”
Julie swallowed and blinked hard a couple times, “I…I don’t know.”
“That’s what I thought. It’s his best trick, I tell you. Eats pussy like he’s a starving man. And he never gets enough.”
The words shot straight through Julie, I could tell. She wanted it bad. And she needed it even worse. I felt bad for her.
Linda and Julie settled onto the blanket and started chatting about the morning ride. Julie was having difficulty concentrating on Linda’s words as her mind was now singularly focused on her own release. I’d seen it so many times before, the dilated pupils of the highly aroused woman. Eventually, her gaze betrayed her as it surveyed the items along the blanket and locked onto the toy masturbator.
“Do you want to try it on him?”
Julie’s eyes widened as her head snapped back to look up at me. She slowly smiled and nodded.
I glanced over at your dick. You had barely shrunk in size; you were still stiff, your head protruding proudly from your swollen shaft. I assisted Julie in sliding the device over your shaft. The tight silicone chamber gripped you as we slid it downward toward the base. Julie took delight in hearing you moan. I was already imagining what she was going to look like when she came all over your face. I could hardly wait. My own pussy was in desperate need of attention after watching my friends take full advantage of my slave.
Gretchen returned with panties in hand and slapped them into my palm before plopping down on the blanket. She looked curiously on the device now covering your manhood for a moment before turning her attention to the basket. I knew in an instant that she had masturbated to climax while she was away from the group. She was far more relaxed than before she left. I started to look at Gretchen in a different light. This was a girl that clearly took charge of her own sexuality. And she was Dominant, evidently. All sorts of possibilities began to surface in my twisted mind. Ones that involved you.
I smiled as the moist panties dampened my palm. Gretchen must’ve pushed them deep inside her wet cunt after she came. They were soaking wet.
I approached you as the ladies chatted and snacked, and removed your ball gag. Your lips were a bit chapped so I leaned in and ran my tongue slowly over them, moistening the dry skin. Then I closed my lips on yours and invaded your mouth with my tongue. You responded by flicking your tongue with mine and I deepened the kiss, moaning into your mouth. It was my only chance to let you know how fucking aroused you had gotten me, how desperately I wanted you, and how proud I was of you. I could have told you those things, but it wouldn’t have had the same effect as claiming your mouth.
I pulled away and whispered in your ear.
“You’re going to like these, baby. They’re nice and wet for you. Can you smell them from underneath that hood?”
You nodded slightly.
“Good. I hope you like her taste because I plan to have her over again real soon. I think she needs a slave to whip. And maybe fuck.”
Your lips parted as you gasped and I took the opportunity to shove the damp panties far into your gaping mouth. Then I secured them in place with the panel that snapped to the hood. It was a tight fit, but I knew you wouldn’t mind. You groaned as the tangy flavor spread across your tongue.
I rejoined my party and the conversation in flight. You were completely ignored for the time being. Or so it would’ve seemed. I knew better. Julie hadn’t gotten you out of her mind for a second since I told her how good you were at eating pussy. I’d been wrestling with exactly how I was going to get her out of her breeches. It was a delicate matter with her. She wasn’t as outgoing or competitive as the other two.
I turned toward Gretchen, “Hey, thanks for the use of your panties. They were quite, um, shall we say, ripe for the task.”
Gretchen smiled, “Yeah, I sort of figured out what you wanted them for. I think he likes them.”
“Indeed, he does. He loves pussy. I’d be happy for him to demonstrate.”
Gretchen nodded, “I’m sure. I think it’s someone else’s turn though.”
Gretchen looked over at Julie and batted her eyes. Julie shook her head shyly.
“Oh, come on. You were just complaining last weekend how your husband never goes down on you. This is your chance. Seriously.”
“I don’t think I should.”
“Oh, please. That’s your problem; You never take chances. Just go for it. What do you have to lose?”
“I don’t…not with you guys watching. I can’t.”
Linda spoke up, “Listen, I need to go pee, so I’m just going to head over there and take care of business.”
“What about you guys?”
“We’ll go for a walk once we get him in place. Promise.”
Julie’s fingers were already toying with the snap on her pants before she nodded her consent. Her body was trembling with need, although I was certain the others hadn’t noticed.
I wondered what was going through your mind at this exchange. I thought it probably excited you to know you were about to eat a pussy that hadn’t been brought to orgasm in years. Actually, I didn’t have to wonder much; your cock was standing straight up, sleeve still attached, although we hadn’t even really used it on you, yet. It was going to come in handy, though. I knew that much.
Gretchen helped me unfasten you from the tree. We simply wrapped the arms around your back instead, keeping you secured within the straightjacket. Then we supported you while tapping at the back of your knees until you knelt on the blanket. Lastly, I removed Gretchen’s panties from your mouth.
“When you’re ready, just direct his face between your splayed thighs, my dear. He’ll do the rest.”
I linked my arm with Gretchen’s, spinning us toward the wooded area.
“I want to talk to you, anyway. You’ve been holding out on me…”
As I proceeded to pull information out of Gretchen about her BDSM proclivities, we walked a distance from the picnic area. Engrossed in our own conversation, Julie felt comfortable enough to continue. She carefully positioned her half naked body in front of you and with trembling hands, tentatively touched your shoulders.
You slowly leaned forward until her fingers were sliding across the hood. Her scent no doubt shed the path to her wanton womanhood. You had no problem targeting her center.
I could practically feel your tongue as I imagined so vividly how you eat pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off you as your head bobbed and rotated with verve. Julie was way beyond noticing our attention.
I spoke to Gretchen in a low voice. She too was watching the display.
“Damn, that’s hot.”
Gretchen nodded, barely speaking, “Yeah. He’s really going at it.”
“We worked him up pretty good. And I’m sure he wants to do well for the poor girl. I should probably reward him.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I was hoping you could come over next week. Tuesday, maybe?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I think he could use a good whipping. And I think you might like to do it. Nothing major. We can start off with a flogging and go from there.”
“And this is a reward?”
“If you do it right, it will be. Even if you don’t. Anyway, I think you could use the release.”
Gretchen nodded and chuckled, “That obvious?”
“Yeah, well, to me it is. Maybe not to them.”
Julie cried out her release. She gripped the back of your head and held you in place as she mewled over and over again. It was powerful. And deafening. I wondered if someone a mile down the road wasn’t scratching their head wondering what creature produced that sound.
A moment later we all heard the scream as you continued to lick her overly sensitive clit. She clawed at your hood and pushed you off her with her feet against your shoulders. I chuckled as we approached. Julie had already managed to guiltily slide her panties up. Your chin glistened with wetness; your lips were red and swollen. The unmistakable scent of arousal hung in the air.
“I told you he’s insatiable.”
Linda had heard the noise, of course and approached. I pulled on your shoulder to direct you to lie on your back. Gretchen helped once she saw what I was doing.
You licked your lips as you got comfortable on your back. I smiled and nodded to Linda. She didn’t require coaxing. She had already slipped off her shoes and was halfway toward disrobing.
She lowered herself onto your face and sat down. You moaned your approval and began working on her pussy.
Gretchen sat down next to you. “I think we should make this a little challenging for him. Let’s see how well he does while I jack him off with this thing. If he can hold out longer than Linda, I won’t whip him on Tuesday; I’ll only flog him. But if he comes first…well, he better be prepared to be whipped with the riding crop. Deal?”
“Deal,” I answered.
Gretchen didn’t hesitate to get started. You had been licking Linda while she talked, so you had a head start. You fought furiously to get Linda off, humming and biting at her clit. But just as she was approaching her orgasm, you came. Nice fat globs of yummy cum lined your stomach as Linda fell forward onto her hands, grinding into your face and moaning and cussing through her climax.
We clapped and cheered. I wanted you to lose. Gretchen was in desperate need of releasing her pent up sadistic desires. And I knew my slave would love every minute of it.