Discipline

Fiction

The Slavery Series: Chapter 4

The big weekend had finally arrived, one I had been looking forward to for a long while now. My slaves had no idea what was in store for them.
It took a lot of very careful effort to make such an event possible. From Friday at six o’clock in the evening until Sunday at midnight, I was hosting a very unique party.
I purchased a lot of food and even more alcohol to sustain a wild weekend. I also had to rearrange the apartment slightly to make enough room for everyone. The guest list, a carefully selected and most interesting bunch, included three men and two women, and was comprised as follows:
Pete was a buddy of mine from college and a trusted friend. He was the only person on the list who had done this before, as I invited him over last summer to tag team my first slave. He was a medium build white guy, like myself, with a respectable but not enormous cock.
Tasha was a tight bodied black woman, late twenties, who was my accountant from a local bank who worked with me on my small business loans. She also sucked my cock and fucked my brains out.
Andre was Tasha’s husband; a tall, muscular, imposing black man who I thought would definitely kill me when he found out about Tasha and I. Turns out Andre is kind of a kinky fuck, something I can respect, and to my surprise he happily invited me over to double penetrate his wife. Andre had an elephant’s trunk of a cock and as we stood shoulder to shoulder and beat our loads onto Tasha’s face, I told them both about my summer hobby. They were very excited to attend.
The most interesting guests, however, were Don and Pam. Don had been in my apartment once before, the day he dropped off his daughter Michelle. I was surprised when I received two emails (I didn’t give out a phone number), one from each parent, asking if they could come over and ‘discipline’ their daughter and please not to tell the other about it. Well, once everyone got on the same page, Don and Pam frantically cancelled a vacation in order to be free this weekend.
As I would find out as the weekend unfolded, Don was a skinny man in his early fifties with a short but chubby cock. Pam was a decent looking lady in her late forties with the shapely body of a sexy woman who’d gained a few pounds. She had full tits that sagged but were sexier for it, and hair that was jet black like Michelle’s but only shoulder length.
There were only a few rules for the weekend. Not unlike the movie Fight Club, the first rule was pretty obvious. The second rule, which applied to the two couples in attendance, was that marital fidelity no longer applied. Tasha and Pam were not slaves, not to be beaten or punished, but they were open for business for anyone in attendance. I knew Tasha would have no qualms about that, and I was surprised that Pam said she was willing to fuck the Easter bunny if it meant she could be there to punish Michelle. The third stipulation wasn’t a rule really, just general advice: this was the one chance we had to experience such an uninhibited, no-holds-barred weekend, so everyone was encouraged to come prepared to play out whatever fantasies they most desired.
Friday arrived and I beat Amanda and Michelle violently around noon. I wanted to firmly put them in their place so we didn’t have any trouble this weekend. I think both girls knew something was up because I wasn’t fucking them non-stop, I wanted them and myself fresh for the festivities, but neither had the stones to question me.
Around four o’clock I brought the slaves into the living room, naked, and told them to stand side by side with their backs to the wall. There were two dark blue bed sheets folded neatly on the couch.
“Now, I’m going to cover each one of you with a sheet. You will stand absolutely still and absolutely silent, understand.” They both looked at me with puzzled expressions. “Understand?” I repeated with my hand raised in warning.
“Yes, master,” they rang in unison.
“I mean it, I don’t care what you hear or how long it takes, not a sound or twitch for either of you.”
I kissed each girl warmly and smiled at them before covering each with a sheet. Each girl was naked wearing only her collar and her leash, neither of which were clipped to the wall since the locks only worked for me, and now both stood motionless under a dark blue sheet.
At six o’clock sharp my guests arrived. Everyone was eager to attend and they showed up promptly. Pete had a small bag of clothing and was all smiles. Both couples arrived with considerably more luggage and each alluded to some ‘fun’ items. Everyone entered and the topic of conversation was the two blue figures against the wall. I told everyone that there would be dinner and drinks before the sheets came down, so please be patient.
At the sound of the familiar voices of her parents, Michelle let out a forlorn whimper from below her sheet. I calmly paused the conversation and told the crowd I wasn’t happy to have to do this but I couldn’t have a slave disobeying direct orders.
I grabbed Michelle’s throat through the sheet harshly and pinned her against the wall. I beat her mercilessly. Most of the guests had never seen a slave before and they were enamored by the display. Michelle finally fell in a heap when I let her go, and I casually invited my guests to a light dinner I’d prepared.
It was clear that everyone had only one thing on their minds during dinner, so we hurried through and wound up back in the living room. Everyone sat down and looked eagerly at my covered slaves.
“Okay folks, you’re in for a real treat. Right here, under these two sheets, you’ll find an entire weekend worth of fun. Please, I implore you, indulge yourself in these two fucking sluts. Punish them and pleasure yourself. There is no reason to hold anything back or consider anyone’s pleasure but your own. Okay, now obviously you all have unrestricted access to these two bodies for the rest of the weekend, but I’d like to start by introducing you to each slave and by offering the first taste of each girl to a special guest I’ve selected.” The guests looked on in wonder, a few of them absent-mindedly rubbing themselves through their clothing.
“Get on with it, let’s fuck these whores!” Pete shouted.
I roughly grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her to the center of the room. “Her given name is Amanda, but feel free to call this slut whatever comes to mind. She’s a whore in the first degree and her parents have paid good money to get her disciplined, so I humbly beg you to help me punish this bitch…”
“Quit with the fucking theatrics!” Pete interrupted. He was dying to start the action, but I wasn’t going to give him the first go at either girl.
“Without further ado,” I continued, “I present Amanda to you, and first to Andre, my friend, who was good enough to share his beautiful wife Tasha with us this weekend.” Andre grinned and Tasha winked at me. I yanked the sheet down and exposed the nude Amanda, her enormous tits displayed proudly, and the crowd was clearly impressed.
“Get over here, bitch,” Andre ordered. He pushed her to her knees and hurriedly pulled out his giant cock. It was only half-hard but already it made Amanda gasp and I saw Pam look lustfully at it. Andre slapped it heavily onto Amanda’s face, the head resting above her hair line and his balls hanging well below her chin.
“Lick my nuts,” he ordered. Andre was in the moment, and Amanda began lapping sloppily at his sagging black balls. I saw Pete had his cock out and was stroking slowly, watching the scene intently. I’m proud to say I have a freakishly large cock, which comes in handy in this line of work, and I’m not at all ashamed to say Andre was larger than I. His cock was long and fat and I looked forward to watching it abuse these whores.
Once fully hard, Andre took Amanda’s head with both hands and began slamming her mouth down onto his cock. Amanda was much better at accepting big cocks than Michelle, but Andre stretched her throat to the extreme. The crowd moaned along with Andre for ten long minutes of facial abuse. Finally Andre pushed Amanda down as hard as he could and held her there, her eyes closed tight and her throat twitching, as he furiously exploded into the depths of her throat. Andre roared and bucked as cum spewed from him and in no time thick strands were spilling from Amanda’s mouth and pooling up on the floor.
When finally finished, Andre threw Amanda to the floor and reveled in post-orgasmic pleasure. Tasha took his huge cock in hand and gently stroked him as I made my way over to Michelle.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Michelle. Michelle is a stubborn little cunt and has personally made me a very busy man. Her parents are here today,” I heard Michelle begin to weep when I said this, “Don and Pam, and I’d like to offer Michelle to Pam first.” I slid the sheet down and Michelle looked out in disbelief. When she saw her parents, as if she didn’t believe it before, she burst into tears.
It was at this point that Pam became a different woman than I’d seen so far. She stood up calmly and stepped in front of Michelle. Their eyes met, Michelle’s clouded by tears, and Pam slapped her hard to the ground. Pam returned to her seat and pulled her loose dress up to her waist. She quickly pulled down the unexciting panties she was wearing and exposed to us her bushy cunt. She had curly dark pubic hair, not nearly as dense as her daughter, but everyone could see a juicy pussy beneath.
“Crawl over here you fucking cunt!” Michelle did, sobbing as she crawled, and when in range Pam grabbed her hair violently and slammed Michelle’s face into her cunt. “Eat that, you ungrateful little bitch, eat mommy’s pussy…” Michelle complied, producing a bizarre chorus of sloppy licking noises interrupted by pathetic sobbing. “Uhhh, yeah, mmmm, get your fucking tongue in it, slut, that’s it, fuck, eat that cunt,” Pam continued.
This display had the entire crowd even more aroused than the last. Don was frantically undressing, no doubt planning to join his wife in humiliating his daughter, and Pete had begun to caress Pam’s legs and pubic region.
After a few minutes Pam surprised me by pulling Michelle out for a moment, repositioning herself on the seat of the couch to better expose herself, and forcing Michelle’s face down to between her deliciously chubby ass.
“That’s what you get, you fucking whore, get your fucking tongue in my ass,” Pam ordered. Michelle obviously hesitated and Pam slammed her face in. “Lick it! You fucking disgrace, eat my fucking asshole! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh….”
At this point the party started. Don moved quickly to his daughter’s protruding ass, Michelle’s perfect little ass, and began to probe at both her holes with his fingers. Michelle was screaming and crying between ass licks. Beside herself with pleasure and lust, Pam begged for anyone to fuck her pussy while she had her ass eaten. Pete jumped up quickly and straddled Michelle’s head, sliding his cock into Pam’s wet cunt right down to the base.
I pulled Tasha up to me and we kissed passionately, shedding clothing as we did. Tasha was Andre’s wife and I wasn’t in any way interested in a marriage-type relationship, but Tasha and I had a passion for each other that went well beyond casual sex. Tasha was of medium height and had a flawless body. She had perky, full tits, a sculpted stomach, a dynamite ass, toned legs and not an ounce of imperfection on her. She was also beautiful and a sexual dynamo, so there wasn’t too much more you could ask for.
Andre remained seated but had pulled Amanda back to him and was having her slowly lick his flaccid but still frightening cock gently back to strength. Just about the time that Tasha had her throat open and was stuffing my cock down it, she was experienced at choking on big dicks and was probably the best cock sucker I’d ever known, I heard Pam bellow as an orgasm raced through her. Pete was pounding her hard and was soon screaming over his impending orgasm. Pam gave him detailed instructions, ordering him to pull out and dump his load on her daughter’s face and head as she continued to eat Pam’s ass.
Moments later, Pete pulled out and furiously rubbed his cock. His hot cum streamed out and soaked into Michelle’s hair, thick globs ran down her forehead. Pete slumped back onto the couch when he was finished and Pam roughly grabbed Michelle’s head again, this time grabbing sticky clumps of cum-soaked hair, and kept Michelle buried in between her legs.
Don was taking it slower, moving rhythmically in and out of his daughter’s warm pussy. Michelle whimpered each time he penetrated her, but I noticed her hips flex back to meet his cock with each push. By this point Tasha, Andre, Amanda, and myself had formed a complicated four-way. Andre reclined on the couch and had positioned Amanda over him so she was now bouncing gleefully on Andre’s rod, her massive tits slamming down onto his face with each bounce. Tasha had her face buried between Andre’s legs and was happily licking at his balls, his cock, and Amanda’s ass and pussy while they fucked. She was standing and bent at 90 degrees and I was stuffing her hungry pussy with my fat cock. Tasha’s pussy stretched and accepted me and I felt her well fucked cunt muscles milking my shaft lovingly. I spread her ebony ass and dug two fingers into her slutty asshole, which she could easily handle, and I rubbed my cock inside her, through her flesh, as we fucked.
I knew, especially with her parents in attendance, that Michelle was going to get special attention this weekend. Pete was exhausted and lying on the couch, but Pam was unstoppable. She crawled down to the ground and slid underneath her daughter, forming the 69 position, and she began tangling her tongue between Michelle’s pussy and Don’s pulsing cock. Pam’s unstoppable sexuality was fueling the rest of us; Andre tossed Amanda aside casually, much to Amanda’s disappointment, and knelt down to join the 69 by easing his fat cock into Pam’s pussy. Pam had just been fucked by Pete and was well-oiled, but she still screamed as her cunt desperately stretched to accommodate Andre. The four were a chorus of pleasure, Michelle too at this point, and the other four of us now moved into another group fuck.
I pulled my cock free from Tasha and dragged Amanda over to me. Tasha took the opportunity to crawl onto the couch and eagerly suck on Pete’s drained cock and balls. In ordered Amanda to work her tongue feverishly into Tasha’s asshole and prepare it for a stern fucking. Tasha squirmed as Amanda dug her tongue deep, and I reveled in watching these two amazing sluts. By the time Pete was hard again and Tasha was plunging her throat onto his cock, Tasha’s asshole was soaking wet and ready. I ordered Amanda to kneel next to us and keep her mouth wide open. I then mounted Tasha and pressed my wide cock down against her little winking asshole.
Tasha’s ass was no stranger to fat cock either, and it stretched with ease to form a snug holster for my cock. I pushed down and Tasha began screaming around Pete’s cock as my foot-long cock drove all the way into Tasha’s bowels. I could never figure out how Tasha could take such big cocks so deep, or how she managed to fit my cock a foot into her ass and Andre’s at least a foot into her cunt at the same time, but she was one amazing slut.
Andre and I alternated between fucking the sluts before us and jamming our cocks into a slave’s mouth. Pam was beside herself with pleasure as the largest cock I’m sure she’d ever handled plunged repeatedly into uncharted depths.
Soon, as if we were all somehow metaphysically connected to one another, a wave of orgasms swept through the room in rapid succession. Don was first, chanting vicious words at his slut daughter as he dove his cock deep inside her cunt and dumped his seed. He pulled his cock out of her tight hole with an audible ‘pop’ and Pam flew up to dig his cum out of Michelle’s pussy with her tongue.
Pam had her second orgasm of the evening as Andre railed her, his cock no doubt pummeling her g-spot and beyond. Pam’s screams were muffled by Michelle’s sloppy pussy, but I could see Pam’s skywards legs shaking as Andre relentlessly slammed down into her.
Pete fired next, holding Tasha’s face tight against his stomach and flexing upwards hard, his pearly cum firing into Tasha’s lovely throat. Tasha gulped it down like a pro and even showed off her skills by extending her tongue past her lips to tickle Pete’s balls, all while he furiously unloaded in her throat.
It must have been some kind of muscular reflex, or maybe it was on purpose, but each time Tasha swallowed her asshole clenched around my shaft hard. The intensity of the pressure and heat of her ass sent an earthquake through my body, and I pulled out reluctantly. Amanda waited eagerly, her mouth agape, and I rewarded her by stuffing my cock right to the opening of her cute little throat hole and exploding. It was my first orgasm of the day, I had held off on fucking my slaves all day in preparation, and as such I drenched Amanda with a load like she’d never seen. Cum flew from me in long streams, each pump of my shaft brought up gallons of sperm, and it poured from out of Amanda’s flooded mouth and down onto her heaving tits. I punched my cock forward, trying to stuff the thick pool of cum down Amanda’s throat, only to force it to splash out and soak her beautiful nakedness. Immediately after my last blast fired, Tasha had Amanda by the leash and pulled her close. Amanda held both her tits proudly and Tasha devoured them, sucking up thick streams of cum in the process, and it was obvious Amanda was going to enjoy herself this weekend.
The grand finale was Andre, who like Pete had already cum once tonight, but his huge black balls apparently held endless gallons of cum, as he stood up and released a torrent of sperm. The assembled crowd all watched in awe as he stood tall and a veritable hose of cum sprayed stream after stream of sticky cum. It rained down on the heap of bodies that was Michelle and Pam, and both women wound up covered in cum from head to toe. Michelle looked ready to just quit and die, but Pam order her to clean every ounce of cum off of her, and Pam did the same to Michelle, and the two were a pile of kissing and sucking sounds for long minutes after the orgy had ended.
The assembly of guests and myself lounged around the living, exhausted and satisfied. We ordered the slaves to clean us and we continued to humiliate them at any opportunity. A few of the guests even took the down time between fuck-sessions to beat the slaves, something no one else had ever had the joy of experiencing, and all of agreed it was going to be a fun weekend…

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Fiction

His Apology

My background is in technical report writing. This is one of my first erotica short story attempts. Enjoy!

Fiction

MODERN FAMILY SEX PARODY – Phil and Claire Dunfy Teach Haley a lesson

Its 3:00 am, and Phil and Clair Dunfy are sitting at home worried sick about their 16 year old daughter Haley. She went out earlier in the night with one of her friends that everyone knows is a slut, named Jenna. Clair was wearing her wooly nightgown pants, and a white tank top. Her ass was so nice you could see it bounce side to side in the baggy pants as she paced across the living room floor waiting for Haley to arrive home.
Finally, Haley stumbles in the front door, looking sexy as ever. Phil had been noticing his daughters newly found body, and can’t help but imagine fucking her fit little ass. She is wearing a tube top with no bra, but since she has such nice small round perky tits, she looks just fine in it. Her skirt is pulled up so high her pink thong underwear is showing, but she’s too drunk to notice.
“Where have you been young lady?! We’ve been worried sick about you!” says Claire
“UGH leave me alone! I was out with Jenna and we met some cute guys. I am grown up now mom, I can do what I want! She drunkenly yells back.
Phil can’t get a word in. He can’t stop looking at how sexy Haley has become. Now he knows she is sexually active, and all he can picture is ripping that tube top off her, bending her over and fucking her right there on the spot.
“You are not grown up, you are 16 years old! You are still a child. You don’t know enough about boys to be out all night with them”, says Claire
“Well what I do know is that you and dad don’t have sex a lot anymore, and I don’t know why because dad has a huge dick. From what I remember you guys use to have amazing sex.” Said Haley with a drunken smile
“WHAT?! How do you know about your dad’s dick? You are sick, he is your father for Christ sake!”
“Well I can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants when he sees me in a bra and panties when I come down for breakfast in the mornings.”
“Phil!” yells Claire, “ you look at Haley when she’s in her underwear, that’s disgusting!”
What Phil and Claire didn’t know was that Haley had been spying on them have sex ever since she found the pleasure her pussy could give her. Starting when she was ten, Haley could overhear her mother moaning on the other side of her bedroom wall. She would get naked and walk down the hall to her parent’s room. Opening the door just a crack and ever so quietly so not to disturb them, she would sit in the hall rubbing her clit and fingering her tight preteen hole to the sight and sounds of her sexy blond mother being fucked senseless by Phil’s massive cock. Watching her father give her mother orgasm after orgasm made Haley soaking wet. Sometimes she would bring things to fuck herself with while she watched, usually the handle of her hairbrush. It fit nice and snug in her virgin cunt. She wanted to feel like her mom was feeling. Haley secretly longed to fuck her father, but wouldn’t ever admit it.
“Claire, I can’t help it. Haley has quite the little body, and she prances around in basically nothing. Its not my fault”, said Phil
This sparked an idea in Claire’s head. She licked her lips, and turned to Haley. Walking up to her slowly, looking her up and down as she said, “You know, she does have a sexy little rack doesn’t she.” As she ripped Haley’s tub top off her tits exposing her daughters perfect 34 B cups. She had pink little nipples, which were already erect from the cool outside. The instant Haley’s tits were out, Phil felt his dick tingle. This was a wet dream come true for him.
“You’ve become quite the young woman, but you probably don’t know the first thing about pleasing a man, do you?”, says Claire.
“Um mom, I don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of you guys”
Claire looked back at Phil with that sexy smile she gives him when she’s super horny. Turning back to her topless daughter she said “well you better get comfortable, because we are going to teach you a few things tonight. Look at you dressed up like such a little slut, and probably don’t know what you are doing with a dick.“
Haley was nervous but excited. She was really horny too, as the guy she was with had just been fingering her in the car on the way home, and she just wanted to get off so badly.
“First things first, I think you need to be punished for coming home so late”, said Phil
“That is a fantastic idea Phil”, said Claire as she grabbed her topless daughters arm and pulled her forcefully over to Phil.
He sat down on a chair and then bent Haley over his knee. With her tube top around her waist, and her ass up in the air so her pink thong was the only thing covering her ass, she was ready to be punished. The sight of his sexy daughter bent over his knee practically naked was making Phil so hard. He could cum right there on the spot. But he had better plans.
“Dad please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry ill do anything. Anything you want!” Cried Haley
Phil smiled and put his hand on her soft ass cheek. She looked back at him with a look of anticipation, almost like she actually wanted to be spanked. Phil lifted his arm and slapped his daughter’s ass with authority.
“OW FUCK” She screamed. Haley was spanked as a child, and she always loved it.
He alternated cheeks, ruthlessly spanking her sexy little ass until it was bright red. After a few minutes she started to say
“OHH MYY GODD Yesssssss, spank me daddy. I’ve been a bad little girl!”
“Claire, I think she likes this too much.” He said
Phil leaned back and spread Haley’s ass cheeks to take a peek at her panty-covered pussy. He saw that she had gotten so wet that she had soaked her sexy pink panties!
Claire was standing in front of them watching. She loved watching her husband be so cruel to her half naked slut daughter. Claire couldn’t wait to whip out Phil’s dick and suck it. She was getting wet, and couldn’t handle it any more. Claire grabbed her daughter and stood her up, grabbed her face and instinctively kissed her. She started rubbing Haley’s pussy, only to find that she was already dripping wet. By this point, Phil was hard as rock. He stood up and pushed Haley and Claire down on to their knees in front of him. He dropped his pants to his ankles exposing his 10-inch hard dick right in front of his wife and daughters face.
“Ok honey, now let mommy show you how to give a blow job. Watch and learn ok?” said Claire, as she looked up at Phil with those gorgeous green eyes.
She grabbed the base of his cock and started stroking it as she got into position. She then lifted it up and licked from bellow the balls, along the bottom of the shaft, to the tip. She then twirled her tongue around the tip for a few seconds, before she engulfed all ten inches of his hard dick into her throat. Haley was shocked how far her mom could take that dick. Claire slid the dick almost all the way out and back in like a professional for a few minutes, before she stopped to give Haley an opportunity to suck off her dad before he blew his load.
Haley’s mouth was watering with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around her dads beautiful dick. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it, and couldn’t wait any longer. “Ok honey, now don’t worry if you cant get it all in your mouth….”
Without waiting for her mom to finish the sentence, Haley started licking her dad’s dick all along the sides. She then put the tip in her mouth. Without hesitation, she then deep throated as best she could. Phil’s head snapped back as Haley took his entire dick into her throat! Just like her mother, Haley didn’t have a gag reflex, which had now come into handy. Watching his sexy brunette daughters head bob up and down on his dick was incredible. She had saliva dripping down her chin on to her tits, and was rubbing her nipples with it. She gave an amazing blowjob, she like it like her mother and was a natural. She was rubbing his balls, and used no teeth. Phil then grabbed the sides of Haley’s head, keeping it still, and started to fuck it. Haley was able to handle this, and seemed to like it as she was looking up at her dad with her pretty brown eyes without blinking as she got face fucked by his huge cock.
Claire then ripped off her shirt revealing her perky tits. They weren’t big, but they were beautifully shaped and had perfect pink nipples what were as hard as Phil’s cock. She then got under Phil and started licking and sucking on his balls while Haley sucked the shaft. Having both his wife’s and daughters mouths on his dick felt incredible, he knew couldn’t last much longer like this. Sensing her dad was close to an orgasm, Haley picked up her speed and started to slurp down his dick with a goal in mind. She wanted to taste her dads warm cum more than anything in the world. The two worked as a team, and sucked his dick and balls like it was their job. Phil was about to burst as his balls shriveled up, and his dick got harder. He kicked his head back and shot his load into Haley’s mouth. She didn’t miss a step as she swallowed it all down like a pro. Clair and Haley kept sucking his dick and balls for about 10 seconds after he had cum, and this felt incredible. His legs eventually buckled from the most amazing blowjob he had ever had, and he fell back on the couch behind him.
He then opened his eyes to see his daughter and wife both getting completely naked in front of him, both looking at him with a look of intense lust. His dick, which was starting to go soft, immediately got harder than ever at the sight of Haley’s completely shaved wet pussy.
“Ok Haley, now it’s your turn. Lay down on your back.” Said Claire
She got down on the carpet in the living room, ready for whatever happened next. Her dad got down on his knees and spread her legs and looked down at her moist pink teenage pussy. It was so cute he was hard as diamond.
“Haley you have the nicest little cunt, it looks just like your mothers”
Phil bent down and licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top of her clit.
“Ohhhhh goddd” she moaned
Phil massaged her clit with his tongue, going around in circles. He used the same technique he uses on Claire, figuring that his daughter would also like it. And he was right. She was bucking her hips into his face as he tongue fucked his daughter. She was squirming and arched her back, loosing control of her body.
“Ohh daddy lick my pussy. I love your mouth on my pussy please don’t stop. OHHH my goooooddd YEESSS” she yelled
Phil then slipped his middle finger up her pussy as he licked her clit. She screamed even louder. She was a screamer like her mother. As he fucked her with his finger he noticed that she was able to take more. So he added his index finger and she freaked out in lust.
“ohhhhhhh fuuuuck dad! I love you ohhh goooddd yesss!”
Claire felt left out, so she walked around behind Phil, who was bent over, and licked from his balls up to his asshole. She buried her face in his ass and licked it clean. Claire was a dirty girl. She would do anything to please her husband.
Phil then rolled onto his back
“Sit on my face honey” he said to Haley.
She immediately stood up, straddled his face and lowered her virgin cunt into his mouth. Claire wrapped her mouth around his throbbing cock, deep throating and choking on it. Haley tasted so amazing in his mouth, and his wife was giving him the best blowjob she’d ever given him. It was so slopped and she was working so hard. Then the two girls switched. Claire sat on his face, as Haley worked his cock in her mouth. Claire fucked her husbands face rubbing her pussy juice all over his mouth. Haley stopped sucking her dad’s dick to look up at her mother riding his face. She was amazed, never had she been so up close when they were naked, and her mother had such an amazing body. Watching her have an orgasm on her dads face was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She was so fucking horny but felt weird to say something.
After Claire had her orgasm, she got off her husband, and watched her baby sucking off her husband’s huge dick. She was so small and cute, and she clearly was a fast learner, as Phil loved her mouth around his dick.
Phil stopped her as he was dying to fuck his daughter’s virgin pussy. “Get up, now its time for the real learning to happen” he said to his daughter.
He took his daughter and laid her on her back onto Claire’s, who was already sitting on the couch. With the back of his daughter’s head lying on Claire’s chest, Claire was in the perfect place to play with and hold Haley’s perfect tits. Phil then spread Haley’s legs and opened up her pink pussy.
“I don’t know if you will fit in there daddy. I’m nervous you’ll rip me.” Said Haley
“Don’t you worry, ill make it fit. You just lay there and enjoy”
he position his cock at his daughters entrance. He was about to stick his dick into her when Claire said to him, “honey, I want you to fuck her just like you fuck me. She’s a dirty little whore, she can handle it. I want to watch her cum on your dick”
Phil then took his saliva covered dick and pushed into his daughter tight puss
“AHHH FUCK” she yelped
He knew she was in pain, but he continued to pull out and push in a littler harder each time. After 6 pumps, He was balls deep inside his daughter, and she was soaking wet.
“OHHH DADDDDYYY FUCKKK MY PUSSY. Fuck me hard! I want you to fuck me hard like you fuck mom! Pleassseee!”
Holding her knees against her body, Phil slammed his daughter’s pussy relentlessly. She was so tight. Claire was behind her rubbing her hard pink nipples. Haley just lay there as her parents gave her the most amazing pleasure she’d ever know.
Phil fucked her like a machine for about 3 minutes, before she started so bounce back with all his thrusts. She was looking him in the eye, screaming, “Fuck me fuck me fuck me. FUCK ME HARDERRRR Daddy”
He knew she was close to coming as her eyes were rolling back into her head and she could barley breath. Clair also noticed this as she reached down and started rubbing Haley’s little clit, as Phil picked up the speed. Haley stopped moving or a few seconds, before she started to squirm on his dick. She had an amazing feeling building up inside of her and it was about to burst. She had never felt this ever in her whole life.
“I THINK IM CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNNNGG” she screamed
She tightened up and came all over her dad’s huge cock, spewing her juiced all over his dick. She was in completely heaven. She didn’t want it to be over. That was the best orgasm she had ever had, and she could barely open her eyes. Phil then pulled his cock out of Haley, and stood her up.
“Ok baby, your turn. He took Claire, and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her perfect ass was up in the air, with her clean butt hole looking him in the eye. Clair looked back without saying a word, and spread her cheeks, giving Phil a perfect look at her pink insides. He grabbed her hips and slammed his whole cock into her already wet pussy.
“OHH YESS BABYY, give it to me, make me cum in front of Haley”
He had fucked his sexy blonde wife in front of his daughter before (without knowing) but this was by far the most intense sex they’d ever had. He fucked her ruthlessly, ever time he thrusted the SLAP of her ass was so loud they ran the risk of waking up the other two children. This was not sensual sex, it was aggressive and instinctive sex. “Fuck my slutty pussy. Fuck me harder. I neeeed to cum, im gunna explode”, she yelled.
Haley was sitting on the ground fingering her pussy to her parents having sex like she did when she was a little kid. But after having her dads lick and fuck her pussy, that wasn’t enough. She felt left out. She stood up and walked over to her mother. She put her pussy in front of Claire’s face, grabbed her mom’s hair, and yanked it back to get her attention. Claire said “ Oh god baby I want to taste your little pussy”
Clair grabbed her daughter’s ass cheeks, and pulled her pussy to her face. With her mouth buried in her daughters crotch, and her husband fucking her from behind she was on cloud nine. To her enjoyment, Haley’s pussy tasted wonderful. She could eat it forever.
Phil fucked her so hard and her pussy started to tremble. He knew she was about cum, and he sped up, just like he always does.
“ OH BABY OH BABY OH BABY IM GUNNA CUMMM PLEASE DON’T STOPPPPP”
He roughly fucked her, as she arched her back and grabbed her tits. After a few seconds Claire went limp, and lay there still with her ass in the air, unable to move.
Claire was catching her breath, as a new idea popped into Phil’s head.
He stood up and walked over to Haley, giving her a strong kiss. He stopped abruptly, and looked her in the eye. Without saying a word, he bent her over the arm of the couch, so that she was still standing, and her face was on the cushions where her mother was still recovering from a world shattering orgasm. Haley’s perfect tanned ass was up in the air. Phil could see that she was still wet, as she was dripping down her leg. He slapped her ass and she let out a scream. Phil wanted to cum inside his daughter, but he didn’t want to get her pregnant.
“Ok Haley, I want you to reach back, and spread you ass apart for daddy”, said Phil as he took his daughter’s arms behind her back and placed them in each ass cheek. She did just as he said, unveiling her perfect little butt hole.
Phil got down on his knees and buried his face in Haley’s ass. She thought it was weird at first, but the feeling of her dads tongue on her asshole felt amazing, so she went with it.
After he got it nice and wet, he stood up and slid a finger into her tight ass. She was Startled at this, and looked at her mom in terror.
“Don’t worry honey. It feels really good, I promise you will like it.” She said to her daughter as Phil fingered her asshole.
“Why don’t you taste my pussy to take you mind off the pain?” said Claire as she positioned her pussy in front of Haley’s face. Haley still had her hands on her ass cheeks so her face was buried in her mom’s pussy, and she loved it. Nothing tasted as good as Claire’s pussy. She felt jealous that Phil got to have it whenever he wanted.
Phil then took his hard cock and placed it on his daughter’s asshole. He rubbed it around for a second before he entered her. Haley gave a scream of pain, but Claire’s pussy muffled it. Haley loosed up really fast, and within fifteen seconds, Phil was able to fuck her asshole as he pleased.
He slammed his 10-inch cock in and out of her asshole, as she moaned. Haley was being used as a sex toy for both his mom and dad, and she loved it. Nothing felt as amazing as being fucked in the ass by her dad while eating her mom’s pussy.
Phil fucked Haley’s ass as hard as he could. He noticed that she liked it rough, so he took a hand full of her hair, and yanked her bead back. She lifted her mouth from Claire’s pussy and was being suspended by her hair. Haley started to feel an orgasm coming on, as she started to scream louder and louder.
“OH MY GOD DADDY FUCK MY TIGHT ASS HOLE IVE BEEN SUCH A BAD GIRL. PLEASE PLEASE FUCCCK ME FUCK HARDER DADDY!”
Hearing his daughter beg for his cock made Phil need to cum. He pounded his daughter’s ass for another thirty seconds before he couldn’t hold it any longer.
“OHHHHHHH MYYYY GOOOODDD DADDYYY IM CUUMMMMINNGG!!!!!!” screamed Haley, just as her dad exploded a massive load of his cum into her ass.
Phil had never had such an amazing orgasm, not even with Claire. He pulled his dick out of his daughter ass that was still propped up on the couch arm. He saw his cum dripping out of her asshole, as she lay there unable to move, trying to catch her breath.
That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen, you two are amazing.” said Claire.
Phil sat down on the other couch, completely drained from fucking his wife and daughter. While catching his breath, he says “That is what will happen every time you come home after curfew, ok Haley?” She turned to him red in the face and nodded.
“Ok, now go upstairs, shower, and go to bed.”
Without saying a word, Haley picked up her cloths off the ground and walked her fit naked ass up the stairs to her room.
Claire turns to Phil and says, “Why don’t you fuck my ass like that?”
“I did that to punish her, but she liked it! How was I supposed to know that she would have an orgasm?”
“Ok, well why don’t you take me upstairs and fuck my ass like you just fucked my daughters”, says Claire as she stands up still naked and walks Phil up the stairs.
To be Continued…

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The Amethyst Chronicles: Council Retreat Day 3, Torture Session

This is a follow up to my Council Retreat Day 1. I wrote this one before Day 2 because this is what was swimming around in my head. I may get to day 2 at some point. Again. this is a total work of fiction and if it offends you, don’t read it. I would never wish this upon a real person. Amethyst is a virual character I once portrayed with a very good friend of mine playing my master. I hope you enjoy it.

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Friday night alone for Rachel part 2

Previously: Rachel had been enjoying a night at home with her favorite vibrator when she receives a surprise gentleman caller. . .
Rachel (narrator): 22 yo white, plump/ curvy virgin. Cute face with blue eyes and long brown hair.
For a moment, I could do nothing but stare at him with wide eyes. Was there really a strange man standing in my living room? Maybe I was still uber-high from the pot that I smoked earlier and I was hallucinating. He was about ten feet away from me on the couch and was standing in between me and both the front door and the stairs. I took in his appearance: He was white and tall (about six feet) with dark brown hair. He was dressed in jeans and a dark tshirt and was standing with one hand behind his back while he was staring me down with his dark eyes. He was a large, overweight man. He had a receding hairline and hairy arms. You could tell that he had a strong bone structure under his round cheeks that held a couple days’ worth of stubble. Had I seen him somewhere like the mall or a grocery store, I’m sure I would have not taken any notice of him. Standing in my living room, however, was another story.
After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few seconds, the hand not behind his back moved. He put his finger up to his mouth and made a soft “Shh” noise. That shocked me out of my stupor. I leapt off of the couch and ran to the other side of the room. I frantically searched the room, looking for something that I could use for a weapon. He was still standing between me and my two means of escape. Seeing that, he started slowly approaching me. I, unwittingly, backed up until I was in the corner of my living room. When the skin of my back hit the wall, I remembered that the only clothing I had on was my lady-cum-soaked blue cotton panties. Not bothering to cover myself (because, really, what was the point now?), my eyes began darting all over the room. Why don’t I own a vase?! That’s what they always happen to have as a handy make-shift weapon in the movies!
Fear began to set in as I realized that I was most likely fucked, in more ways than one. This guy wasn’t here to borrow some milk. He was only a few feet away and was still making the soft “Shh” sound. I whimpered. From this distance, I could see that his mouth was curving into a smile. However, I wasn’t just going to give in without trying to save myself. I faked like I was trying to slip by him on his left and then dodged for the right. I managed to run past him a few steps before I felt him grab my arm and bring both of us to the floor.
I remembered my voice then and screamed as loud as I could. “NOO! NO! SOMEBODY HELP!” He slapped my face hard enough to daze me. I was distracted and he was able to grab my other arm. He now held both of my arms by the wrists behind my back as I was laying on my stomach. I began struggling my nearly naked body now and resumed my shouting, begging for anyone to help me. What once seemed like a good idea (to live in an end unit apartment that doesn’t have any neighbors so no one would smell me smoking), now felt like it would be my undoing. Holding both of my wrists behind my back with one hand, he used his other to spank my right ass check hard five times and said roughly, “Be quiet.” He then moved on top of me so that he could hold me down with his body. When I felt his hard cock digging into the small of my back, I screamed harder. Oh, so you want to make me do what you say by hurting me? Well, you’re going to have to hit me a lot harder than that! I know what you want, and I would rather DIE than give it to you!
I drew in a deep breath, prepared to give the loudest shout I could, but I was too late. I found out what he had been hiding behind his back: duct tape. I saw him rip off a strip out of the corner of my eye, and, before I could release my scream, the tape was over my mouth. Seeing me as being sufficiently gagged, he moved off of me while maintaining his hold on my arms. I continued trying to shout and struggle, but I was extremely muffled behind the gag and with his grip on my wrists, there wasn’t a lot I could do. I could feel him moving behind me, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Then I felt him tape my wrists together. Feeling my wrists bound switched me from being desperate to get away to being in full-out survival mode. I could feel the carpet burning the skin of my breasts and stomach as I moved. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to try to rape me. Then what? Would he just slip back out whatever way he came in? He had already shown that he didn’t have a probably slapping me around. Would he just kill me when he was through with me?
I fought with everything I had, then, kicking out my feet, shaking my shoulders and hips, trying to roll away from him. Anything that would get me out of the situation. He simply grabbed my wrists and lifted them up behind my back. I tried to arch my back and follow the movement, but I eventually had to stop moving or risk him dislocating my shoulders. He held my wrists with one hand and used the other to caress my back, as if he was trying to soothe me. I could feel how rough and calloused his hands were, how fat his fingers were.
“Shh, Baby Girl. You don’t want to hurt yourself, now, “ he said. “You want to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, he lifted my wrists slightly as he hand strayed from my back down to pinch me on the ass cheek that he had spanked earlier. He pinched hard enough that I cried out into the tape.
“Don’t you?” he asked again, with a hard edge to his voice.
“Answer your Daddy!” He had squeezed even harder on my ass, and I nodded my head frantically.
I felt completely defeated. The thought of this disgusting stranger touching any part of me made me want to vomit. I would rather him just kill me than rape me and take my virginity. But, in just a few moments, he had me bound and gagged. He must be hiding some huge fucking muscles under that fat, because trying to defend myself against him was like trying to fight off the Hulk. Was it worth it to keep fighting? It was obvious that he was going to have me no matter what. I was no match for him, and I didn’t particularly want to push him to the point that he beats the shit out of me BEFORE he rapes me and possibly kills me. My eyes began to tear up as I realized how overpowered I was. The only real choice I had was to let him do what he wanted and pray that he left afterwards.
I quietly cried behind my gag as he, accepting my answer and sensing my new co-operative attitude, lowered my arms and continued to stroke my back.
“That’s Daddy’s Good Girl. That’s Daddy’s Good Baby Girl,” he cooed at me.What was with all of the “Daddy” and “Baby Girl” talk? It freaked me out. Oh my god, what the fuck is this guy into? It didn’t matter now. I was resigned and he knew it. I felt disgusted with him and disgusted with myself for giving in. His hands left me and he stood up. I took a few deep breaths through my nose, trying to calm down and stop my crying.
Suddenly, he lifted me up and hoisted my mostly nude body over his shoulder, continuing his creepy “Daddy’s Girl” encouragement. He left the living room and started up the stairs. When he headed directly for the bedroom, I whimpered but didn’t struggle, having learned my lesson. He moved with surety, and that scared me. Had he been watching me? For how long? He entered the bedroom and gently lay me down on the bed. He just stood there looking down at me for a few moments, and I squirmed under his gaze.
“Look at how beautiful Baby Girl is. Soo pretty. Let me feel how soft my baby is,” he said as he cupped my cheek and then let his hand trail down my neck, pause to gently cup my breast and rub his thumb in circles a few times around my nipple, continue down my torso, stopping at to rub my stomach like a cat. I hate when anyone touches me there, being really self-conscious about my belly. Having him touch me there with his rough hands made me feel sick. I tried to shift away from his hands. Wrong move.
He slapped my thigh hard, making me yelp. He glared down darkly. “That was very bad, Baby Girl. I know you know better than that. Daddy told you to let him feel his baby’s skin. You need to be reminded of how to be a good little girl for your Daddy.”
He grabbed me by the hips and roughly flipped me over onto my stomach on the bed. He got a fistful of the fabric of my panties and ripped them off cleanly. I cried out behind the gag, my tears returning. I started begging him to just leave, to not hurt me, but it was all muffled. When he sat on the bed and started pulling me close, I panicked and began struggling again, anything to stay away from him. He pulled me so that I was laying bottom up in his lap.
“You know you need to obey your Daddy. Daddy doesn’t like to hurt his Baby Girl, but she needs to be punished for not following the rules.” As he was saying this, he was firmly rubbing my bare ass, gradually adding more and more pressure. Then, without warning, he spanked my ass once. Nothing had ever stung so badly. He paused long enough for me to register the feeling, and then he continued slowly for several more sharp smacks in the same place. His hits then began to increase in pace and strength until he pulled his arm far back and whacked me hard on the ass. I gave a muffled screech. He then started wailing on my ass. I tried to cry out for him to stop and to wiggle away. He just grabbed my wrists again and raised them high, effectively reminding me of who was in control. I could do nothing but sob and try to stay as still as possible to appease him. Once he sensed my submission, he switched up his hit placement so that his blows landed all over my ass, the tops of my thighs and my lower back.
I took it and tried to not focus on the pain. No one had ever even seen my naked body before, and the first time someone is seeing me is when it’s a crazy intruder who was spanking me like I was a little girl. My skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he was hitting me, and I knew that it would bruise. My shoulders and arms were aching, and I was afraid the muscles would start to cramp. With each hit, my naked body would move against his lap chaffing my already rug-burn stomach and breasts. I tried to just let my mind wander, to not be in the moment. I made myself stop crying, if only because it was hard to sob when you can’t breathe through your mouth. His hand was a blur, and I could barely distinguish the individual blows. It was just a haze of burning pain. I could hear him huffing with his exertion. Finally, his spanking slowed and he lowered my arms again. I whimpered as the blood rushed back to my arms, making them tingle painfully.
He was now gently rubbing his fingers over my bruised and burning skin. I’m sure it was supposed to be a soothing gesture, but it still hurt and I would give him anything for him to just stop touching me. I hated this, hated what was happening and what was going to happen to me. This was not how I imagined losing my virginity at all. Every place he touched felt tainted, like he was leaving some imprint in my skin that I would never be able to scrub off or shake loose. My body was burning all over from the spanking and my agitated rug burn, I was having trouble breathing because of the duct tape and because I had been sobbing, and I just wanted it to end. I wanted him to hurry up and do it so he could then kill me or leave. As long as he wasn’t touching me anymore.
He then turned me over so I was sitting up in his lap. He began rocking me like I was a child, and I could feel his hard cock through his jeans poking my thighs. My ass was burning and I almost started crying again, but instead only released a groan.
“There, there, Baby Girl,” he said while rocking me and pressing kisses to my temple. “Now that hurt me more than it hurt you. I hate hurting my little girl, but Baby Girl needs to learn to obey her daddy. Are you going to obey me?” I nodded. “Good girl. I knew you were going to be my good little girl when I first saw you. Now your daddy feels awful about hurting you. Do you want to make him feel better?” he asked, pausing his kisses to look me in the eye. I hesitated but nodded, knowing it was what he wanted and that I was beyond having any options at this point. I had to survive, and I would do whatever it took to make sure he didn’t kill me. I was going to do whatever he said and pray that he left when he was done. “That’s my little girl,” he said smiling.
He then moved me from his lap onto my back on the bed. He pulled me so that my head was hanging off of the side. I may be a virgin, but I watch porn. I knew what was about to happen. I had never given a blowjob before, but in this position I had a feeling he was wanting to do all of the work anyway. If he’s going to make me give him a blowjob, then he has to take this duct tape off. Should I try to call for help one last time? No, I couldn’t. If no one heard me before, they weren’t going to hear me this time. I wouldn’t risk it. After he had me like he wanted me, it was all I could do to stay still. My ass was still on fire, and I was lying on my arms awkwardly. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to move and have him see that as me disobeying him again.
He took a couple steps back from the bed, and began toeing off his shoes. I was scared to death, but I couldn’t look away as my rapist began to disrobe. His shoes and socks went first, followed by his jeans. With my head hanging off of the bed and him only a couple feet away, was basically face to face with his crotch. He wore grey boxer briefs, and I could see a damp patch near the head of his hard cock. His shirt went next, revealing his large, hairy body. He disgusted me. He was fat and gross and I was at his mercy. His hands fell to the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them off, his erection bobbing out. I gulped. There was no way that was going in me.
The bastard’s dick stood proud, its weeping head pointed to the ceiling. It was about 9 ½ “ long, but the length didn’t scare me. My favorite vibrator was about 9 inches, so that wasn’t too intimidating. However, it was apparent that his rotundness also applied to his manhood. It was 3 inches wide, wider than my wrist. How was my virgin pussy supposed to take that, let alone my mouth?!
“Aww, don’t be scared, Baby Girl. I know you’re going to make Daddy feel so good.” He stepped forward, and I jerked instinctually, not expecting the movement. “Shh, Baby Girl. Now stay quiet and brace yourself,” he said right before ripping the duct tape from my mouth. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t make a peep. With the tape gone, I took in a mouthful air. He stroked my cheek.
“You want to make your daddy feel good, don’t you, Little Girl?”
I nodded.
His hand moved from my cheek to get a hold on my hair. “Answer Daddy out loud, Baby Girl.”
I paused long enough for him to tug on my hair before responding, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy?”, I said, the word feeling strange on my tongue.
“Yes, Daddy, what?”
“Yes, Daddy, I want to make you feel good.”
“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. I felt sick. I didn’t want to be pulled into his freaky games. I’m in my twenties, but I’m a Daddy’s Girl. I still call my father “Daddy”, and saying it now in this setting made my skin crawl. He stepped forward and said, “Open.” I obediently opened my mouth. He first ran the head of his cock along my lips, smearing them with his pre-cum, then pushed in a couple inches. He only just had the head in my mouth, but it already felt stuffed. His cock was so fat, I really feared what would happen if he tried to push into my throat. His cock tasted salty and the musky, sweaty smell from his body was already making me gag. The hand that had been gripping my hair moved to cup the back of my head, holding me in place.
“Taste Daddy’s cock. Taste how much Daddy loves you,” he said, thrusting forward once ever so slightly in reinforcement. I started moving my tongue along the head of his cock, cleaning off the pre-cum. It tasted so salty it made my eyes water. I focused on what I was doing and breathing through my nose, trying to ignore his overwhelming odor. Everything about this man repulsed me. I just kept moving my tongue along the head, not really knowing what I was doing. He didn’t seem to mind. He started thrusting shallowly, groaning.
“That’s my Baby Girl. That’s my good, good Baby Girl.” I wanted to cry again. He thrust the first few inches in and out of my mouth. His balls were swinging just inches of my face, and I had an eyeful of his hairy ass. I kept moving my tongue, but my jaw started to ache with the effort and from keeping my mouth open wide enough to accommodate his girth. He started picking up the pace. The whole time, he kept up his words of encouragement. “You’re making Daddy feel so good, Baby Girl. You really love your daddy.” He moved so that he was now hunched over holding my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. He started hitting the back of my throat, and I freaked. I was scared to death he would try to choke me with his cock. However, he didn’t go further than that, my body gagging a little each time he hit my throat.
He pulled out slightly so that again only the head was in my mouth and started jerking off the rest outside of my mouth. “Take it all, Baby Girl,” he said with a near-shout before cumming with a loud roar. He came in two long spurts in my mouth. It tasted disgusting. It was so salty and sour on my tongue that I thought the taste would make me vomit. He held his cock in my mouth until I swallowed it all down and moaned each time my mouth squeezed his cock. It felt like his cum hit my stomach like lead, like I could feel it sitting in my body.
He straightened up and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “My baby girl has the sweetest little baby girl mouth. Did you like that, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied softly, embarrassed hearing myself say the words but knowing I had to.
He started walking around the bed, and I knew what was coming next. I felt my eyes start to water, but I held in the tears. Crying wouldn’t help now. He moved to the opposite side of the room, and gently pulled on my ankles until my head was on the bed. With a stranger’s dick in my mouth, I had understandably forgotten about my burning ass and aching arms. When he repositioned me, me arms were now bent very uncomfortably beneath my back and my flaming skin screamed at me. I worked my jaw up and down several times to work out the kinks from my face fucking. I stared at the ceiling, awaiting my fate, has he got onto the bed and crawled over me.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 12

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

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Uncle Ash: Part 4

After a night out drinking together, Ash brings his coworkers Dale and Todd to his apartment along with Dale’s daughter Molly.

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Bateman and Son Photography VI

Tim’s adventure continues as he falls further under the spell of the pervy photagrapher and his son as he gets measured for outfits to pose in at the tailor shop.

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Thank you sir

He hits her spot just right making her cum over and over, clawing at the sheets as he smacks her ass. “Yeah you like that don’t you baby? You like when I make you cum like a little slut?” He ask smacking her ass again

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Thank you sir

He hits her spot just right making her cum over and over, clawing at the sheets as he smacks her ass. “Yeah you like that don’t you baby? You like when I make you cum like a little slut?” He ask smacking her ass again

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Wendy and Miss West iii

the third of three
Wendy was led blindfolded by Miss West towards a door to the rear of the office. Miss West inserted a key and opened the heavy oak door to what from the outside would appear to be a store room off the main office. On entering, if Wendy could see, she would have seen a small room, about 6 foot square, painted black with metal rings fastened at various heights along the walls and at various points to the ceiling. The room was lit with spot lights angled in all directions.
Wendy was stood in the centre of the brightly lit room. She was alone with Miss West while the other three women stayed outside chatting. Miss West turned Wendy to face a corner in the small room. She then fastened a tether around the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them to the ceiling so Wendys arms and body were stretched. Wendy could barely touch the floor with her dainty feet.
Miss West stood behind Wendy and removed her blindfold. Without speaking she left and closed the door behind her.
Wendys eyes reacted quickly to the lights and she was left dazzled for several seconds. Once she regained her full sight Wendy cautiously used what little freedom she had to inspect the room. She managed to spin herself around on her tiptoes. She saw how small the room was. She saw the rings on the walls and ceiling. The black paint made it look like a dungeon or interrogation room Wendy thought.
She began to feel nervous again. What was going to happen to her now she thought. Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to be forced to do things to these women again? What are they going to do to me!? Thoughts ran wild through Wendys mind.
No sooner had the door closed when it opened again. Miss West appeared through the door and closed it to be alone with her young employee.
Wendy soon noticed Miss West had objects in her hand. She struggled to see them.
“Wendy do you know what this is?” She held up a long, stiff peace of leather with an attachment at one end.
“Miss West, is it a whip?” Wendy replied nervously.
“Nearly Wendy. It is actually a crop. It is similar to a whip. I will show why in a moment. Do you know what this is Wendy?” She held up a leather strap with a red smooth ball attached to it.
“Oh, Miss West, I think it is a gag!”
“That’s correct Wendy, well done. Here hold it in your teeth so you can taste it.” Miss West placed the end of the leather strap between her front teeth and allowed Wendy to bight on to it.
With the ball gag dangling loosely from Wendys mouth Miss West carried on.
“The crop here will be used to leave marks on your skin Wendy.”
Wendy stiffened in panic as Miss West continued.
“The marks will remind you that you work for me and that you are mine. I may mark you because I can or if I don’t think you are working hard enough. Do you understand Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.” Wendy whispered through gritted teeth.
“I am going to give you your first mark now Wendy to see how you like it. If you can take it without whimpering I shall leave the gag out. If you make a sound you will be gagged before the other ladies come in to use you. Is that ok Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West circled Wendy to build up the tension. She wanted Wendy to be nervous and anxious about been struck with the crop. As she circled her she allowed the end of the crop to stroke Wendy’s stomach and bottom.
On the third lap of the young girl Miss West took a step back and focused on Wendy’s left bum cheek. She touched it softly with the crop then slowly pulled it back. She paused. Then with an experienced hand she flicked the tip of the crop to lash at Wendy’s soft skin. Wendy could not have begun to understand how much the crop would hurt. It took the breath from Wendy’s lungs as she let out a high pitch scream. Her pain echoed around the enclosed room. The scream was what you would expect from a woman reaching the heights of passion. She had never heard herself make such a noise. She had not experienced pain like it. Her skin reddened and swelled within seconds. Tears dropped from her eyes as the pain made her adrenalin rush and her body heat. She lost grip on the gag as she sobbed.
“Did you enjoy that Wendy!?” Miss West enquired in delight as she saw the suffering she had put on Wendy.
“No! Oh no I didn’t Miss West! Please don’t do it again!”
With that Miss West pulled back the crop and struck again on the exact same place.
Again Wendy screamed an ear piercing outburst to show here pain. The tears continued to roll as Wendy sobbed and struggled against her restraints.
Miss West moved to face Wendy.
“Wendy you have dropped your ball gag! You have screamed when I told you to remain quiet and you spoke inappropriately to me. You may say ‘Yes Miss West’ when I ask you if you like it!! Now you leave me no option but to punish you!
Wendy struggled against her restraints but began to realise quickly that the more she protested the longer the punishment would go on for. She decided she must stand the pain, say what she had to say and get out as soon as possible.
“Raise your right leg so I can crop your inner thigh Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
“That’s better Wendy, good girl.”
Wendy raised her knee high and twisted it outwards to expose the inner thigh of her right leg.
She struggled to hold her balance and used the tension on her wrists to maintain her stance.
“When I crop you this time Wendy I want silence! Leave your leg like that until I tell you to lower it.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West struck the softest part of Wendy’s leg. She struck high on the thigh just two inches below her bald vagina.
Wendy was bighting her tongue to control herself. The pain on her thigh was worse than her backside but knew another outburst would only make her ordeal worse.
Without warning Miss West struck again on the same spot. Wendy let out a lung full of air but managed to keep her vocal cords still. Saliva departed her mouth in a flurry of spit. Some of it reached the floor while some of it dribbled down her chin and was left dangling precariously. Tears of pain continued down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva and took it to dribble on to her bare chest. Miss West made patterns in the wetness and traced it down to Wendy’s left nipple with the crop. She pushed and poked at her nipple with the crop and then slowly and softly began to tap her nipple until it became hard.
“Good girl Wendy. I knew you could take it. Lower your leg. Do you like the crop Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“I know you do Wendy and you will learn to love it as you get used to the pain it can cause. Know I will insert this ball gag into your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out in pain again in front of my friends!”
Miss West bent down and picked up the mouth restraint. She pushed the red ball into Wendy’s mouth and fastened the leather traps behind her head. She pulled it tight and watched Wendy as she struggled to breathe and swallow. Saliva escaped the sides of the gag.
Once Wendy had begun to relax a little into her bindings Miss West took her feet, which still had the silk ties on them, and pulled them into the air. She manoeuvred Wendy until she was facing a corner again. She pulled her feet and tied her right foot to one wall and her left foot to the adjacent wall, forcing her legs to part at a ninety degree angle. Her feet were now slightly higher than her waist so her knees were bent. Miss West then replaced Wendy’s blindfold. She was now totally restrained, gagged and blindfolded.
Miss West left the room again to summon the other ladies. Wendy was left alone with her legs spread and arms tied high.
The three ladies followed Miss West back into the small room desperate to see their new plaything all bound and gagged.
They were not disappointed with what they saw. Each of them commented on how beautiful Wendy looked suspended and naked with her legs spread.
“Ooh look at Wendy. What a slut she is just waiting there with open legs just for us!”
“Look at her vagina. I think its wet in anticipation.”
“I think she’s going to cum like she never has done before!”
“I can’t wait to let her drink my juices.”
“I want to taste her little anus whilst it’s so exposed!”
Miss West interrupted their chit chat.
“Now ladies here are the rules. Wendy pay attention as this will most definitely effect you too.
As Wendy is my girl I get to say when she cums. If she cums before I say she can she will be cropped. Wendy must remain silent throughout. You can do what you like to her. You can use any hole and you may use any of my instruments as you desire. Once you have finished using her holes we will move her so she can service you as you please. If you are going to cum I would like you to make sure as much as possible of your cum goes into her mouth.
Ladies please carry on and enjoy yourselves!”
Wendy was petrified at the rules Miss West had given! What were ‘the instruments’ she thought. What if I am in pain? I can’t speak to tell them to stop with this gag! What will I have to do to them! What are they going to do to my holes!?
The ladies moved slowly. They took their time to study Wendys naked form. They circled her without touching deciding in silence what they would like to do to her first.
The lady who Wendy had undressed first was the first to act. She bent down to Miss West instruments and picked up a tiny whip. It could best described as a ‘pocket whip’. It was only ten inches long in total. The tails were about six inches long and made of soft leather.
She stood between Wendys splayed legs and softly began to prescribe whips to her inner thighs. Wendys body jerked at the shock of these first touches.
She kept a steady pace swirling the whip from thigh to thigh giving alternate blows to each leg. Once Wendy got used to the sensation she realised it was quite pleasant. The leather felt soft and smooth and gave a nice slap as they landed.
The whip was worked along the lengths of her thighs the pace occasionally speeding then slowing again.
Meanwhile the posh lady grabbed a clear plastic dildo from the bag of instruments. It was a large dildo with ribs in it. She licked the length of the shaft and went down on her knees below Wendy. She offered it to Wendys spread labia and on into her hole.
Wendy felt it immediately and just hoped it was small and who ever was using it was caring and gentle.
She let out a whimper from behind her gag as it was pushed quite firmly into her young vagina.
As Wendy whimpered Miss West was there immediately to crop her as punishment for making a sound. She cropped the bottom of her right thigh, not far from where she was being whipped. She jolted as the harsh blow landed.
The lady pushed hard against the strength of Wendys muscles trying to repel it. A full nine inches was ploughed into Wendy, just leaving enough for the lady to hold onto. Her hand banged against Wendys pussy as she started to plunge the object in and out at quite a pace!
Wendys whole body rocked back and forth as her pussy was used roughly by the posh lady.
The lady with the whip now moved to Wendys body. She whipped her taught abdomen then moved to Wendys breasts, focusing on her tender nipples. Her breasts reddened and her nipples reacted by stiffening and pointing high.
Wendy was not used to feeling such sensations. The whip was not painful. The dildo in her vagina however was! She was not lubricated enough to take such a large phallus.
It rubbed against her tender innards and she thought she might cry again.
Miss West and Sandra watched in silence as this beautiful girl was humiliated and abused. Miss West stroked Sandras bum as they watched in delight.
Sandra watched the young girl of her desires in this threesome with these two experienced ladies. She lusted after her so much. She enjoyed watching her suffer but did not want to hurt such a tender being.
She approached the medley of women and bobbed down to her knees next to the posh lady.
She stopped Wendy from rocking by placing her hands on the bottom of her bum and grabbing hard. She slowly moved her tongue to Wendys tight anus.
Wendy felt the damp soft touch on her delicate skin around her ass. It was a lovely feeling and she used her best guess and presumed correctly that it was Sandra finishing what she had started earlier.
The exquisite feeling on Wendys anus made up for the pain the posh lady was inflicting with the dildo on her vagina.
The thought of Sandra being down their tonguing her arse started to make Wendy moist. Her pussy started to lubricate the plastic dick inside her and made its relentlessness smoother and more pleasurable.
The posh lady manoeuvred her thumb so that on the up thrust she made brief contact with Wendys clitoris. On every seventh or eighth thrust she stopped, holding the dildo deep inside Wendy whilst she circled her clitoris with her thumb and then occasionally she pushed her face closer to lick at it.
Wendy had never had two tongues working her at the same time before. She didn’t know which sensation to focus on and her pre cum ran loose leaking down the dildo and seeping towards her anus where Sandra was only too pleased to lap at the taste.
“That’s it girls lap it up! Does she taste good?” Asked Miss West.
The posh lady was first to respond as she continued to ram the dildo home.
“Oh yes, she tastes just fine for such a young girl. She had better be ready to eat my vagina now I have been so kind and licked her bud!
I bet you love me licking you Wendy. Do you want me to lick you some more?”
Wendy nodded frantically and moaned a sweet muffled sigh through her gag.
“Would you like it if I made you cum with this big phallus Wendy?”
Wendys appreciative moans continued as she began to buck and breathe deeper.
“Now now Wendy;” Miss West spoke again; “Don’t even think about cuming yet! I have not given you permission!”
Sandras tongue worked faster and faster at her anus and the dildo was thrust deeper, faster and harder. The tongue on her clitoris worked more frequently as they teased her into orgasm.
The lady with the whip had now started to use it on Wendys face. Lightly but relentlessly slapping her face cheeks. It was almost frustrating to Wendy but as her orgasm started to build the attention and confusion sent her over the edge.
She shook her head from side to side to try to avoid the whip but also to try to make these women stop. Her orgasm was sending waves through her body. She knew Miss West would sense she was cuming and dreaded to think of the consequences.
She moaned through her gag in a confusion of pleasure and fear. Tears escaped her eyes again and the ball in her mouth almost made her gag as saliva from her heightened state was not able to be swallowed.
Miss West moved forward with her crop and gestured the lady with the whip to move so she could stand between Wendys legs.
The whip was now lashing at Wendys feet and ankles.
Miss West raised the crop and in rhythm to her words she cropped Wendys nipples. “I – HOPE – YOU – ARE – NOT- CUM – ING – YOUNG – LADY!”
Wendy shook her head wildly. The attention on her holes carried on as the orgasm sent her wild. Her whole body shook, her vagina tightened and sucked on the dildo. The posh lady had to fight to keep in control of it so she could carry on at a frantic pace. Sandra pushed her tongue further into Wendys anus and spanked her arse as she did.
Wendys cum had made her so wet that the dildo made a squelching noise as it moved inside Wendy. On the up thrust it sent out a spray of cum which covered the posh ladys hands and face as she concentrated hard on making Wendy orgasm.
Wendy was loud to say she was gagged, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West.
Wendy was oblivious to words now. All she could focus on was her loins and her internal fire.
“Wendy I want you to stop cuming immediately!” Miss West sounded like a school teacher now shouting orders to naughty pupils.
She knew Wendy could not control herself yet. In time Miss West would train her to be more obedient.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West again.
Wendy reached a peak and her moans echoed in the room. She feared what punishment Miss West may administer for her disobedience as she slowly started to come back down to earth. Miss West asked the other ladies to stop.
The dildo was pulled out slowly and the four of them took great pleasure in inspecting Wendys fresh honey which coated the whole shaft. The lady with the whip being the only one not to have tasted Wendy took the dildo and slowly licked and sucked it clean.
They all stood now ready to witness Wendy receive her punishment.
“Wendy you know I must mark you now! I will first punish you for breaking your silence and then for cuming before I said you could! Do you understand Wendy?”
Wendy acknowledged with a slow fearful nod of her head.
Miss West softly tapped Wendys face cheeks. A couple of shots on either side.
“You must learn to control your noises Wendy. I asked you to remain quiet but you disobeyed me!”
She then ran the crop down to her nipples where the shots became harder.
“Do not talk or make a sound unless you are told to Wendy! Do you understand young lady!?”
The shots were hard and pained Wendys already tender nipples.
Wendy nodded quickly, hoping that the sudden response would end her suffering. It didn’t and Miss West carried on raining shots to each nipple until they were deep red.
“Now Wendy. Your little vagina disobeyed you too didn’t it?”
Wendy nodded again.
“It released your honey before I was ready Wendy. For that it must be cropped!”
Wendy shook her head violently and her body struggled and fought the restraints. She knew her efforts were futile. She knew this would be the worst pain she could possibly suffer. To have that hard leather tab assault her tender lips would be excruciating. She put up a fight in the hope that Miss West would go easy on her. She knew she had to accept the punishment and was eager to show Miss West she was keen to learn but feared the pain she was about to experience.
She allowed her body to relax and waited to receive her cropping.
“One, two, three…..” Miss West counted the cropping she dealt. The first was soft and kind. The second and third were a little harder. By the time the tenth blow came Miss West was using reasonable force to make Wendy suffer.
Wendy managed to remain silent but the pain she was in was like no other. The crop hit her labia, her clitoris and the skin between her hole and her anus. Miss Wests shots were accurate and deliberate. She knew which parts of a young girl were most sensitive.
She stopped at 15 recognising the pain Wendy must be feeling. Wendy shuddered in pain, she felt her pussy sting and the sensation drove straight through her body. She concentrated hard and managed to stifle her screams.
After several minutes of just watching her hanging in pain Miss West decided it was time to use Wendys mouth to service her and her friends vaginas. She untied Wendys feet and lowered them softly to the ground allowing the blood to flow back to them gradually. She then released the gag and asked Wendy if she had enjoyed her punishment.
“Oh yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy replied.
Her hands were released from the ceiling and the other women gathered round to assist getting her into her next position.
They grabbed her arms and body and caringly laid her down on the cold floor on her back. Miss West then pulled her hands together and tied her forearms to each other and pulled them so her body was tight again. Her arms were fastened to one of the metal loops which was just two inches above the floor. With her body as straight as an arrow two of the other women took Wendys legs and spread and secured them apart with a spreader bar. They attached the spreader bar to a cord and ran it through a ring on the ceiling. They then used the metal loops in the ceiling as a pulley to hoist her from the floor.
The ladys looked at Wendy, as she suspended upside down with her legs spread, so they could see right into her vagina. Wendys young firm breasts flopped only slightly towards her face. The back of her head was still on floor and her neck bent uncomfortably so the rest of her was at ninety degrees to it.
Miss West was the first to use Wendy in this position. She removed her ball gag so her mouth could be abused by her and her friends.
Miss West stood above Wendys face with he legs either side of her outstretched arms. She slowly lowered herself onto Wendys pretty face and began to gyrate her already wet pussy into her. She felt Wendys nose bang on her clitoris and her lips moving with the force of her labia.
“Use your mouth to make me cum little one. I want you to drink my cum!” Miss West instructed Wendy.
Wendy realised it was Miss West and with out delay lapped at her Mistresses vagina.
As Wendy worked on her pussy with her soft tongue Miss West grinded her arsehole onto Wendys little nose. Pushing down as hard as she could she felt the tip enter her. She moved in circles to arouse her anus while her young employee flicked her clit with a fast learning tongue.
Sandra, realising Miss West was enjoying her anus being played with bent down behind Miss West and slowly started to finger the outside of her friends anus. Miss West lifted her bum fractionally so she could do as she wished to her tight anus. Sandra wasted no time in slipping a finger into her and wiggling it around to delight her friend.
Miss Wests pre cum built up quickly and she ensured none of it was wasted. She allowed Wendy to lap at it and then fingered her hole herself to draw on the excess build up and allowed that to dribble into Wendys hungry mouth.
Wendy now enjoyed the taste and the excitement of licking Miss West. She found it so perverse and against her best judgement that she just felt so turned on. This made her lap faster and with more attention to detail. She so wanted her boss to cum hard into her mouth.
With her clitoris and anus being played with Miss West soon began to cum. She rocked her vagina on Wendys face and positioned herself to ensure her employee knew where to lick. Her juices oozed and a flood of cum left her pussy in a torrent as she moaned a lovely sigh of pleasure. Wendy continued to lick and gulped as hard as she could to take all the cum she was offered.
Miss West rubbed her soaking pussy all over Wendys face as she came down from her excitement to leave Wendy looking like she had just had a hard workout.
As Miss West stood up she revealed Wendys smiling face. She had a dirty yet innocent smile on her face as if to say ‘I just made you cum Mistress and I enjoyed every bit of it’.
“That was very good Wendy. I am sure with more practice you will become an excellent employee.” Miss West remarked.
“Thankyou Miss West!” Wendy replied, still smiling at her efforts.
The lady who had whipped Wendy now decided it was her turn for some fun.
She too adopted the same position Miss West had. Before she allowed Wendy to lick her she asked Wendy if she would like a 69.
With Wendys mouth just an inch from her pussy she not only heard Wendys reply but felt her warm breath on her pussy too.
“Yes Miss, anything for you.”
With that she lowered herself onto Wendys mouth and wrapped her arms around Wendys frame and took hold of her ass cheeks. She pulled Wendy closer and sank her own face into Wendys crease and the two women began to French kiss each others vaginas.

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Wendy and Miss West iii

the third of three
Wendy was led blindfolded by Miss West towards a door to the rear of the office. Miss West inserted a key and opened the heavy oak door to what from the outside would appear to be a store room off the main office. On entering, if Wendy could see, she would have seen a small room, about 6 foot square, painted black with metal rings fastened at various heights along the walls and at various points to the ceiling. The room was lit with spot lights angled in all directions.
Wendy was stood in the centre of the brightly lit room. She was alone with Miss West while the other three women stayed outside chatting. Miss West turned Wendy to face a corner in the small room. She then fastened a tether around the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them to the ceiling so Wendys arms and body were stretched. Wendy could barely touch the floor with her dainty feet.
Miss West stood behind Wendy and removed her blindfold. Without speaking she left and closed the door behind her.
Wendys eyes reacted quickly to the lights and she was left dazzled for several seconds. Once she regained her full sight Wendy cautiously used what little freedom she had to inspect the room. She managed to spin herself around on her tiptoes. She saw how small the room was. She saw the rings on the walls and ceiling. The black paint made it look like a dungeon or interrogation room Wendy thought.
She began to feel nervous again. What was going to happen to her now she thought. Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to be forced to do things to these women again? What are they going to do to me!? Thoughts ran wild through Wendys mind.
No sooner had the door closed when it opened again. Miss West appeared through the door and closed it to be alone with her young employee.
Wendy soon noticed Miss West had objects in her hand. She struggled to see them.
“Wendy do you know what this is?” She held up a long, stiff peace of leather with an attachment at one end.
“Miss West, is it a whip?” Wendy replied nervously.
“Nearly Wendy. It is actually a crop. It is similar to a whip. I will show why in a moment. Do you know what this is Wendy?” She held up a leather strap with a red smooth ball attached to it.
“Oh, Miss West, I think it is a gag!”
“That’s correct Wendy, well done. Here hold it in your teeth so you can taste it.” Miss West placed the end of the leather strap between her front teeth and allowed Wendy to bight on to it.
With the ball gag dangling loosely from Wendys mouth Miss West carried on.
“The crop here will be used to leave marks on your skin Wendy.”
Wendy stiffened in panic as Miss West continued.
“The marks will remind you that you work for me and that you are mine. I may mark you because I can or if I don’t think you are working hard enough. Do you understand Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.” Wendy whispered through gritted teeth.
“I am going to give you your first mark now Wendy to see how you like it. If you can take it without whimpering I shall leave the gag out. If you make a sound you will be gagged before the other ladies come in to use you. Is that ok Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West circled Wendy to build up the tension. She wanted Wendy to be nervous and anxious about been struck with the crop. As she circled her she allowed the end of the crop to stroke Wendy’s stomach and bottom.
On the third lap of the young girl Miss West took a step back and focused on Wendy’s left bum cheek. She touched it softly with the crop then slowly pulled it back. She paused. Then with an experienced hand she flicked the tip of the crop to lash at Wendy’s soft skin. Wendy could not have begun to understand how much the crop would hurt. It took the breath from Wendy’s lungs as she let out a high pitch scream. Her pain echoed around the enclosed room. The scream was what you would expect from a woman reaching the heights of passion. She had never heard herself make such a noise. She had not experienced pain like it. Her skin reddened and swelled within seconds. Tears dropped from her eyes as the pain made her adrenalin rush and her body heat. She lost grip on the gag as she sobbed.
“Did you enjoy that Wendy!?” Miss West enquired in delight as she saw the suffering she had put on Wendy.
“No! Oh no I didn’t Miss West! Please don’t do it again!”
With that Miss West pulled back the crop and struck again on the exact same place.
Again Wendy screamed an ear piercing outburst to show here pain. The tears continued to roll as Wendy sobbed and struggled against her restraints.
Miss West moved to face Wendy.
“Wendy you have dropped your ball gag! You have screamed when I told you to remain quiet and you spoke inappropriately to me. You may say ‘Yes Miss West’ when I ask you if you like it!! Now you leave me no option but to punish you!
Wendy struggled against her restraints but began to realise quickly that the more she protested the longer the punishment would go on for. She decided she must stand the pain, say what she had to say and get out as soon as possible.
“Raise your right leg so I can crop your inner thigh Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
“That’s better Wendy, good girl.”
Wendy raised her knee high and twisted it outwards to expose the inner thigh of her right leg.
She struggled to hold her balance and used the tension on her wrists to maintain her stance.
“When I crop you this time Wendy I want silence! Leave your leg like that until I tell you to lower it.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West struck the softest part of Wendy’s leg. She struck high on the thigh just two inches below her bald vagina.
Wendy was bighting her tongue to control herself. The pain on her thigh was worse than her backside but knew another outburst would only make her ordeal worse.
Without warning Miss West struck again on the same spot. Wendy let out a lung full of air but managed to keep her vocal cords still. Saliva departed her mouth in a flurry of spit. Some of it reached the floor while some of it dribbled down her chin and was left dangling precariously. Tears of pain continued down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva and took it to dribble on to her bare chest. Miss West made patterns in the wetness and traced it down to Wendy’s left nipple with the crop. She pushed and poked at her nipple with the crop and then slowly and softly began to tap her nipple until it became hard.
“Good girl Wendy. I knew you could take it. Lower your leg. Do you like the crop Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“I know you do Wendy and you will learn to love it as you get used to the pain it can cause. Know I will insert this ball gag into your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out in pain again in front of my friends!”
Miss West bent down and picked up the mouth restraint. She pushed the red ball into Wendy’s mouth and fastened the leather traps behind her head. She pulled it tight and watched Wendy as she struggled to breathe and swallow. Saliva escaped the sides of the gag.
Once Wendy had begun to relax a little into her bindings Miss West took her feet, which still had the silk ties on them, and pulled them into the air. She manoeuvred Wendy until she was facing a corner again. She pulled her feet and tied her right foot to one wall and her left foot to the adjacent wall, forcing her legs to part at a ninety degree angle. Her feet were now slightly higher than her waist so her knees were bent. Miss West then replaced Wendy’s blindfold. She was now totally restrained, gagged and blindfolded.
Miss West left the room again to summon the other ladies. Wendy was left alone with her legs spread and arms tied high.
The three ladies followed Miss West back into the small room desperate to see their new plaything all bound and gagged.
They were not disappointed with what they saw. Each of them commented on how beautiful Wendy looked suspended and naked with her legs spread.
“Ooh look at Wendy. What a slut she is just waiting there with open legs just for us!”
“Look at her vagina. I think its wet in anticipation.”
“I think she’s going to cum like she never has done before!”
“I can’t wait to let her drink my juices.”
“I want to taste her little anus whilst it’s so exposed!”
Miss West interrupted their chit chat.
“Now ladies here are the rules. Wendy pay attention as this will most definitely effect you too.
As Wendy is my girl I get to say when she cums. If she cums before I say she can she will be cropped. Wendy must remain silent throughout. You can do what you like to her. You can use any hole and you may use any of my instruments as you desire. Once you have finished using her holes we will move her so she can service you as you please. If you are going to cum I would like you to make sure as much as possible of your cum goes into her mouth.
Ladies please carry on and enjoy yourselves!”
Wendy was petrified at the rules Miss West had given! What were ‘the instruments’ she thought. What if I am in pain? I can’t speak to tell them to stop with this gag! What will I have to do to them! What are they going to do to my holes!?
The ladies moved slowly. They took their time to study Wendys naked form. They circled her without touching deciding in silence what they would like to do to her first.
The lady who Wendy had undressed first was the first to act. She bent down to Miss West instruments and picked up a tiny whip. It could best described as a ‘pocket whip’. It was only ten inches long in total. The tails were about six inches long and made of soft leather.
She stood between Wendys splayed legs and softly began to prescribe whips to her inner thighs. Wendys body jerked at the shock of these first touches.
She kept a steady pace swirling the whip from thigh to thigh giving alternate blows to each leg. Once Wendy got used to the sensation she realised it was quite pleasant. The leather felt soft and smooth and gave a nice slap as they landed.
The whip was worked along the lengths of her thighs the pace occasionally speeding then slowing again.
Meanwhile the posh lady grabbed a clear plastic dildo from the bag of instruments. It was a large dildo with ribs in it. She licked the length of the shaft and went down on her knees below Wendy. She offered it to Wendys spread labia and on into her hole.
Wendy felt it immediately and just hoped it was small and who ever was using it was caring and gentle.
She let out a whimper from behind her gag as it was pushed quite firmly into her young vagina.
As Wendy whimpered Miss West was there immediately to crop her as punishment for making a sound. She cropped the bottom of her right thigh, not far from where she was being whipped. She jolted as the harsh blow landed.
The lady pushed hard against the strength of Wendys muscles trying to repel it. A full nine inches was ploughed into Wendy, just leaving enough for the lady to hold onto. Her hand banged against Wendys pussy as she started to plunge the object in and out at quite a pace!
Wendys whole body rocked back and forth as her pussy was used roughly by the posh lady.
The lady with the whip now moved to Wendys body. She whipped her taught abdomen then moved to Wendys breasts, focusing on her tender nipples. Her breasts reddened and her nipples reacted by stiffening and pointing high.
Wendy was not used to feeling such sensations. The whip was not painful. The dildo in her vagina however was! She was not lubricated enough to take such a large phallus.
It rubbed against her tender innards and she thought she might cry again.
Miss West and Sandra watched in silence as this beautiful girl was humiliated and abused. Miss West stroked Sandras bum as they watched in delight.
Sandra watched the young girl of her desires in this threesome with these two experienced ladies. She lusted after her so much. She enjoyed watching her suffer but did not want to hurt such a tender being.
She approached the medley of women and bobbed down to her knees next to the posh lady.
She stopped Wendy from rocking by placing her hands on the bottom of her bum and grabbing hard. She slowly moved her tongue to Wendys tight anus.
Wendy felt the damp soft touch on her delicate skin around her ass. It was a lovely feeling and she used her best guess and presumed correctly that it was Sandra finishing what she had started earlier.
The exquisite feeling on Wendys anus made up for the pain the posh lady was inflicting with the dildo on her vagina.
The thought of Sandra being down their tonguing her arse started to make Wendy moist. Her pussy started to lubricate the plastic dick inside her and made its relentlessness smoother and more pleasurable.
The posh lady manoeuvred her thumb so that on the up thrust she made brief contact with Wendys clitoris. On every seventh or eighth thrust she stopped, holding the dildo deep inside Wendy whilst she circled her clitoris with her thumb and then occasionally she pushed her face closer to lick at it.
Wendy had never had two tongues working her at the same time before. She didn’t know which sensation to focus on and her pre cum ran loose leaking down the dildo and seeping towards her anus where Sandra was only too pleased to lap at the taste.
“That’s it girls lap it up! Does she taste good?” Asked Miss West.
The posh lady was first to respond as she continued to ram the dildo home.
“Oh yes, she tastes just fine for such a young girl. She had better be ready to eat my vagina now I have been so kind and licked her bud!
I bet you love me licking you Wendy. Do you want me to lick you some more?”
Wendy nodded frantically and moaned a sweet muffled sigh through her gag.
“Would you like it if I made you cum with this big phallus Wendy?”
Wendys appreciative moans continued as she began to buck and breathe deeper.
“Now now Wendy;” Miss West spoke again; “Don’t even think about cuming yet! I have not given you permission!”
Sandras tongue worked faster and faster at her anus and the dildo was thrust deeper, faster and harder. The tongue on her clitoris worked more frequently as they teased her into orgasm.
The lady with the whip had now started to use it on Wendys face. Lightly but relentlessly slapping her face cheeks. It was almost frustrating to Wendy but as her orgasm started to build the attention and confusion sent her over the edge.
She shook her head from side to side to try to avoid the whip but also to try to make these women stop. Her orgasm was sending waves through her body. She knew Miss West would sense she was cuming and dreaded to think of the consequences.
She moaned through her gag in a confusion of pleasure and fear. Tears escaped her eyes again and the ball in her mouth almost made her gag as saliva from her heightened state was not able to be swallowed.
Miss West moved forward with her crop and gestured the lady with the whip to move so she could stand between Wendys legs.
The whip was now lashing at Wendys feet and ankles.
Miss West raised the crop and in rhythm to her words she cropped Wendys nipples. “I – HOPE – YOU – ARE – NOT- CUM – ING – YOUNG – LADY!”
Wendy shook her head wildly. The attention on her holes carried on as the orgasm sent her wild. Her whole body shook, her vagina tightened and sucked on the dildo. The posh lady had to fight to keep in control of it so she could carry on at a frantic pace. Sandra pushed her tongue further into Wendys anus and spanked her arse as she did.
Wendys cum had made her so wet that the dildo made a squelching noise as it moved inside Wendy. On the up thrust it sent out a spray of cum which covered the posh ladys hands and face as she concentrated hard on making Wendy orgasm.
Wendy was loud to say she was gagged, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West.
Wendy was oblivious to words now. All she could focus on was her loins and her internal fire.
“Wendy I want you to stop cuming immediately!” Miss West sounded like a school teacher now shouting orders to naughty pupils.
She knew Wendy could not control herself yet. In time Miss West would train her to be more obedient.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West again.
Wendy reached a peak and her moans echoed in the room. She feared what punishment Miss West may administer for her disobedience as she slowly started to come back down to earth. Miss West asked the other ladies to stop.
The dildo was pulled out slowly and the four of them took great pleasure in inspecting Wendys fresh honey which coated the whole shaft. The lady with the whip being the only one not to have tasted Wendy took the dildo and slowly licked and sucked it clean.
They all stood now ready to witness Wendy receive her punishment.
“Wendy you know I must mark you now! I will first punish you for breaking your silence and then for cuming before I said you could! Do you understand Wendy?”
Wendy acknowledged with a slow fearful nod of her head.
Miss West softly tapped Wendys face cheeks. A couple of shots on either side.
“You must learn to control your noises Wendy. I asked you to remain quiet but you disobeyed me!”
She then ran the crop down to her nipples where the shots became harder.
“Do not talk or make a sound unless you are told to Wendy! Do you understand young lady!?”
The shots were hard and pained Wendys already tender nipples.
Wendy nodded quickly, hoping that the sudden response would end her suffering. It didn’t and Miss West carried on raining shots to each nipple until they were deep red.
“Now Wendy. Your little vagina disobeyed you too didn’t it?”
Wendy nodded again.
“It released your honey before I was ready Wendy. For that it must be cropped!”
Wendy shook her head violently and her body struggled and fought the restraints. She knew her efforts were futile. She knew this would be the worst pain she could possibly suffer. To have that hard leather tab assault her tender lips would be excruciating. She put up a fight in the hope that Miss West would go easy on her. She knew she had to accept the punishment and was eager to show Miss West she was keen to learn but feared the pain she was about to experience.
She allowed her body to relax and waited to receive her cropping.
“One, two, three…..” Miss West counted the cropping she dealt. The first was soft and kind. The second and third were a little harder. By the time the tenth blow came Miss West was using reasonable force to make Wendy suffer.
Wendy managed to remain silent but the pain she was in was like no other. The crop hit her labia, her clitoris and the skin between her hole and her anus. Miss Wests shots were accurate and deliberate. She knew which parts of a young girl were most sensitive.
She stopped at 15 recognising the pain Wendy must be feeling. Wendy shuddered in pain, she felt her pussy sting and the sensation drove straight through her body. She concentrated hard and managed to stifle her screams.
After several minutes of just watching her hanging in pain Miss West decided it was time to use Wendys mouth to service her and her friends vaginas. She untied Wendys feet and lowered them softly to the ground allowing the blood to flow back to them gradually. She then released the gag and asked Wendy if she had enjoyed her punishment.
“Oh yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy replied.
Her hands were released from the ceiling and the other women gathered round to assist getting her into her next position.
They grabbed her arms and body and caringly laid her down on the cold floor on her back. Miss West then pulled her hands together and tied her forearms to each other and pulled them so her body was tight again. Her arms were fastened to one of the metal loops which was just two inches above the floor. With her body as straight as an arrow two of the other women took Wendys legs and spread and secured them apart with a spreader bar. They attached the spreader bar to a cord and ran it through a ring on the ceiling. They then used the metal loops in the ceiling as a pulley to hoist her from the floor.
The ladys looked at Wendy, as she suspended upside down with her legs spread, so they could see right into her vagina. Wendys young firm breasts flopped only slightly towards her face. The back of her head was still on floor and her neck bent uncomfortably so the rest of her was at ninety degrees to it.
Miss West was the first to use Wendy in this position. She removed her ball gag so her mouth could be abused by her and her friends.
Miss West stood above Wendys face with he legs either side of her outstretched arms. She slowly lowered herself onto Wendys pretty face and began to gyrate her already wet pussy into her. She felt Wendys nose bang on her clitoris and her lips moving with the force of her labia.
“Use your mouth to make me cum little one. I want you to drink my cum!” Miss West instructed Wendy.
Wendy realised it was Miss West and with out delay lapped at her Mistresses vagina.
As Wendy worked on her pussy with her soft tongue Miss West grinded her arsehole onto Wendys little nose. Pushing down as hard as she could she felt the tip enter her. She moved in circles to arouse her anus while her young employee flicked her clit with a fast learning tongue.
Sandra, realising Miss West was enjoying her anus being played with bent down behind Miss West and slowly started to finger the outside of her friends anus. Miss West lifted her bum fractionally so she could do as she wished to her tight anus. Sandra wasted no time in slipping a finger into her and wiggling it around to delight her friend.
Miss Wests pre cum built up quickly and she ensured none of it was wasted. She allowed Wendy to lap at it and then fingered her hole herself to draw on the excess build up and allowed that to dribble into Wendys hungry mouth.
Wendy now enjoyed the taste and the excitement of licking Miss West. She found it so perverse and against her best judgement that she just felt so turned on. This made her lap faster and with more attention to detail. She so wanted her boss to cum hard into her mouth.
With her clitoris and anus being played with Miss West soon began to cum. She rocked her vagina on Wendys face and positioned herself to ensure her employee knew where to lick. Her juices oozed and a flood of cum left her pussy in a torrent as she moaned a lovely sigh of pleasure. Wendy continued to lick and gulped as hard as she could to take all the cum she was offered.
Miss West rubbed her soaking pussy all over Wendys face as she came down from her excitement to leave Wendy looking like she had just had a hard workout.
As Miss West stood up she revealed Wendys smiling face. She had a dirty yet innocent smile on her face as if to say ‘I just made you cum Mistress and I enjoyed every bit of it’.
“That was very good Wendy. I am sure with more practice you will become an excellent employee.” Miss West remarked.
“Thankyou Miss West!” Wendy replied, still smiling at her efforts.
The lady who had whipped Wendy now decided it was her turn for some fun.
She too adopted the same position Miss West had. Before she allowed Wendy to lick her she asked Wendy if she would like a 69.
With Wendys mouth just an inch from her pussy she not only heard Wendys reply but felt her warm breath on her pussy too.
“Yes Miss, anything for you.”
With that she lowered herself onto Wendys mouth and wrapped her arms around Wendys frame and took hold of her ass cheeks. She pulled Wendy closer and sank her own face into Wendys crease and the two women began to French kiss each others vaginas.

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