STORY: Shoes (MFF, light bond and SM)

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Shoes
-------- Part One. Cathy and Tom had been married for two years, living together for two
more years before that and lovers in their final year at college. They were
both twenty-six years old. Tom was 5 10, medium build and hairy. He
claimed it was some distant connection to some Greek blood - a romantic
notion. It was his dark and bookish looks that had attracted Cathy. He was
a trainee solicitor, she was a computer programmer. Cathy was blonde,
slim, 5 8 and possessed a very warm and welcoming smile. When they
met at University, it was lust at first sight for Tom. He was still a
virgin -
too nice a guy to get anywhere. He had many good female friends. All
very nice, but hed have traded friendship for a fuck. Cathy had been
introduced by a friend (oh hes really nice, you must meet him) and had
seen beyond his nice, pleasant exterior and seen the quiet guy who was
desperate for real love. They talked. He made her laugh. She flirted. He
took the biggest gamble hed ever made and, risking losing her friendship,
asked her on a date. Only two weeks later they slept together. The smile
has not left Toms face since. At first, Tom couldnt believe his luck. He never tired during sex. Two
and three times a night was not uncommon. Cathy was swept away in the
emotion of it all - she knew he was smitten. She was enjoying the sex too,
but thought she was missing too much sleep. After a couple of months,
Tom's' initial surprise at his good fortune wore off and the quantity of sex
dropped to a more reasonable level. When she quizzed him as to his
sexual appetite, he put it down to the fact that he had been a late starter
(Ive been making up for lost time). He soon realised that if things went
well, Cathy would be around for the foreseeable future and he neednt try
every position and every permutation of positions this side of Christmas.
He calmed down. Things went well. Tom was attentive and caring. Cathy was loving and
thoughtful. And sexy. She may have been concerned about Toms
attentions initially but she loved the physical contact and the sex was
good. It awakened something in her. She started to dress provocatively for
him. She bought a basque and stockings. She had great legs. Long and
shapely. As she stood before him, hands on hips, she felt wonderful as his
eyes lit up. He took in the whole vision. Breathtaking.
He carried her to the bed and, unlike at the start of their relationship,
kissed and caressed her for what seemed like hours. Cathy thought their
relationship was wonderful. Tom wasnt so sure. His sexual character had been formed by many hours
masturbating as a boy. His older brother used to leave copies of porno
mags poorly hidden - this can do wonders for a thirteen year-old boy. But
when that boy becomes a man and at twenty-one is still a virgin, he tends
to take solace in his fantasies. Tom went overboard on the fantasies. He
bought lots of mens magazines. He used to buy any sort - standard girly
mags but some of the more specialist variety - big boobs, black girls,
over forties, shaven girls, uniforms. You name it, Tom had fantasised
about it. Cathy presented the means to an end for him. She was fantasy
made flesh. Part Two. It started innocently enough. Tom fancied the idea of a little bondage
(for fun, nothing serious) and Cathy loved him enough to play along.
And thats all it was - a bit of fun. Tom tied Cathy to their wooden frame
bed using two stocking at the ankles and their dressing-gown cords at the
wrists. He tickled her, she squirmed. He fingered her, she squirmed and
moaned. He mounted her and fucked her with more energy than hed used
in many of their five years together. Cathy was pleased it had been good
for him. His curiosity was satisfied, for now. Or so she thought. Tom had other ideas. The spark had been kindled. She
was willing, definitely able. He could run a multitude of scenarios through
his mind. The tying-up sessions had been fabulous, they would build from
there. They were a loving couple, this was sexual fun - wheres the harm ? The vision of Cathy standing, pouting, hands-on-hips dressed in the
basque and stockings was imprinted on Toms mind. She dressed that way
a few times more - but out of duty and to appease his many requests. He
knew what was missing that would make the scene perfect - she would
love it ! It took a lot of courage to walk to the counter in the shop with a pair of,
what can only be described, as slut shoes. Black, shiny and with a four-
inch spiky heel. It was just after Christmas and the party clothes were on
sale. But he felt considerable embarrassment in walking to the counter
with them. The same feeling hed had buying the many girly mags when
he was fifteen, sixteen years old. Always a woman behind the counter ! He wrapped the shoe box in vivid red paper and placed it on the bed.
When she came home from work she was in a good mood and almost
squeaked with excitement when he told her there was a special present on
the bed, for her to wear. Tom felt her excitement and he ran behind up the
stairs - God, her legs were going to look good Cathy held the package,
intrigued. She carefully opened the paper and she smiled when she saw
that he had bought her shoes - unlike him ! He took an interest in her
clothes and in fashion but he had never bought her clothing before. It had
been jewellery and books for Christmas. This was so soon after ! Had she
mentioned something ? Had she been disappointed at not receiving
something in particular as a present ? Look, just open it will you ! Tom
was sounding anxious, but smiling. She opened the box and....and said
nothing. Well, do you like them ? asked Tom. Cathy bit her tongue a
little. He was kind and generous. He had given her a present. Why wasnt
she as pleased as him ? Because hed bought the present for himself. Oh
well. She turned towards him, and said you randy little devil !. She
understood. Tom knew she had seen the shoes for what they were - a sex
toy. She would look and feel great in them - he would be as horny as hell
whenever she wore them. Wear them tonight ? he pleaded. She smiled
her sweetest smile - O.K. For you, my love. That night, Cathy felt like a slut. She secretly enjoyed it - she knew Tom
was desperate for her and would do anything she asked. She went to the
spare bedroom and got dressed. When she came back to their bedroom, he
was already naked, lying on top of the bed - with a throbbing erection. His
cock was one of his best aspects. After much coaxing, Tom had got her to
describe some of her fantasies (he was never shy in discussing his own !).
She had asked him to trim his pubic hair - she loved the sight of his cock
and she loved to lick and suck it. He had readily agreed - finally, she was
using her imagination and exploring her own desires. He lay there now, slowing stroking his cock. Cathy smiled, he did look
good - this was going to be fun. For his part, Tom nearly came on the
spot. She looked gorgeous. The basque was always his favourite item but
to look at her from head to toe in a full outfit was stupendous. Her hair
was wild and shaggy, her lips full and red. The straps of her basque were
black against her soft, pale skin. Her breasts looked full and round, her
tummy flat. The long slow curve from her hips down to the tops of her
thighs was perfection. Then, the stocking tops. Lacy, black. The straps
from her basque were perfectly straight, stretching slightly as though to
emphasise how tall she was (only 5 8, but certainly not short !). Her
long legs looked lickable in the nylon. Only ten denier and very sheer. And the shoes. Black, shiny, spiky. She was even taller, more statuesque.
Imposing. It made her seem almost removed from this - as though she was
better than him. To emphasise this, she stood with her hands on her hips
in a sassy pose and looked down at him stroking his cock. She was a
vision borne of pure fantasy. Cathy swayed over to the bed and stood directly in front of him. His hand
reached for her waist but she slapped it away. She pushed him back onto
the bed raised her left leg and placed her spiky foot on the bed. Eat me
she commanded. Tom didnt need any more prompting. He slid down the
bed and raised his torso so that his face came within inches of her skimpy
black panties. With one deft hand he slid the gusset to one side and gently
stroked her pussy lips. Stop that ! she barked. Im in control here and
youll do what I say !. He looked up and saw her face, hard and fixed.
Was this part of the game ? He hoped so because one of main fantasies
was to be dominated by a strict mistress. Cathy paused for a second. What to do now ? She felt like letting him
know that she knew what was expected of her, but....but her heart wasnt
in it. This was his fantasy, not hers. She looked down at the man below
her, the man she loved more than anything in the world and saw the
pleading in his face. Oh well, thered always be another time for her, for
her desires. For now, there was a role to play. Wait here, worm ! she commanded. Tom fell back onto the bed like a
little boy caught peeking through the bathroom door. She strode slowly
out and into the small bedroom. She took a deliberately long time to find
her old stockings (she wasnt about to ruin her good ones !) and returned
to the bedroom door. When she entered she looked directly at Tom and
said Take these, tie them to the bedposts and then lie down, face-up,
spread-eagled on the bed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Bondage ! Cathy ! All his birthdays had come at once. He grabbed the
stockings from her outstretched hand and quickly tied one to each of the
four bedposts. It must have been the shoes, she must have realised what I
wanted and how sexy they made her feel he rationalised. Whatever, this
was exactly what he wanted and she seemed to be enjoying it too. He lay
down and pointed a limb at each of the four corners posts. As for his cock
? So hard a cat couldnt scratch it. Cathy walked slowly around the bed checking each knot carefully. Once
done, she stood at the bottom of the bed and Tom had to lift his head to
see her. His cock was bobbing as the veins throbbed. His mind was full
with notions of what could be next. Stern talk maybe, some gentle
slapping perhaps. Every scene from every bondage film hed seen was
now replaying in his mind. Golden showers ? No, he could live without
that ! For her part, Cathy was quickly deciding on how best to end all of
this. She looked at him with a feeling of pity. Why was he not happy with
their normal sex life ? Was she not exciting enough ? No, she knew that
he had got a very fertile imagination and was always wanting to try new
things. New ? Hed been trying to persuade to do something like this for
years ! She walked to the side of the bed and lift a stocking-clad leg and placed
her foot on the bed, by his waist. She did not speak. She slowly caressed
her leg with her soft hands. Starting at the top of her thigh her fingertips
pushed the top of the stocking until they slid under. She moved them
under her thigh and back, then withdrew her hand. With both hands now,
she smoothed her stocking from the top of her thigh, around her curved
knee and down her calf to the top of her shoe. Tom let out an involuntary
breath. Cathy smiled - the first time for the last few minutes. She bent her
raised leg and lifted her other and kneeled on the bed alongside his chest.
She ran her fingers through his chest hair and lightly pinched his nipples.
He didnt make a sound. he was transfixed. She was in control...and he
was loving it. His cock twitched her hand first brushed against it. She gripped it fully
with her left hand and slowly started to stroke it. He moved and moaned.
Quiet ! she barked. One more sound and Ill stop and leave you to
squirm alone !. He bit his lip. Slowly again, she started to stroke his
cock. A drip of pre-come oozed from the eye. With the index finger of her
right hand she scooped this up and lifted it to her face to inspect it. She
looked at him and the look of awe on his face almost made her laugh. Her
tongue snaked out and flicked the come up and onto her top lip. She
rubbed them together as though swallowing cream. She returned to her rubbing which stayed constant as she thought of her
next move. Abruptly, she dropped his cock as though it were dirty and
straightened herself into a full kneeling position. She stepped off the bed
and quickly stripped off her panties. She kneeled back on the bed again
and threw her left leg over him so that she was straddling his waist. His
cock nudged against her bum cheeks (that was another fantasy of Toms -
but he had yet to share it with her). She placed her right hand on the top
of
her pelvic bone and started to rub the heel of her hand over it - always a
sensitive spot. He watched and licked his lips. Tom thought she was going
to bring her pussy up to his face so he could eat her. But instead she
placed her hands either side of his chest and pushed herself back so that
his cock was nudging against her lips. After a few pushes, Cathy moved a
hand between her thighs and guided his cock into her. Tom gasped and
the feeling of relief swept over him. He pushed up with his thighs almost
causing her to fall off. STOP! she shouted. He subsided and just
delighted in the delicious feeling of having that lovely pussy wrapped
around his cock. Cathy adjusted her balance slightly and slowly started to rock backwards
and forwards. This was one of her favourite positions. She liked the
feeling of control it gave her - even when she wasnt playing the role of a
dominatrix. She could control the length of the stroke, the depth and the
speed. Tom didnt care - he was just concentrating on not coming too
soon. Normally, this was not a problem but at the moment he felt like he
could explode at any time. She increased her tempo a little and started to
push back harder forcing his cock deeper into her. He was going to come,
he knew it. Please, slow down - I dont want to come yet. She stopped
moving and looked in his eyes. Slowly, a sly, cruel smile formed on her
lips. She softly said, Thats too bad. Youre here for MY pleasure, not
youre own. I want it my way. O.K. ? . Before he could nod or reply, she
pushed back hard on his cock. And again, and again, pushing him into her
like a piston. That did it. Oh NO..OH NOOOO was as far as Tom got as
his hips bucked off the bed and his cock swelled that final amount. Cathy
felt gush after gush of his come spurt into her. He seemed to be coming
for ever ! This was certainly the most intense ejaculation Tom had ever
experienced. He stiffened his body and let it fall onto the bed. His eyes
closed. Good job, he couldnt see the look in her eyes. Cathy lifted herself off and a stream of come started to run down her
thigh. He opened his eyes and saw this - feeling almost proud of himself.
She saw him looking and had her final slut thought. She placed three
fingers under the stream of come and ran them back to her pussy scooping
a small handful of the creamy liquid. She looked at her fingers briefly and
leaned forward. Open wide!. Tom didnt move. OPEN WIDE, YOU
SCUM !! her words almost spat themselves out. Tom spoke But were
done now, the games over. He started to move his arms and stretched
the stockings that were tying them. he wasnt about to swallow his own
come! Not THAT much anyway. He licked her fingers after shed wanked
him before, but this was different. The hypocrisy struck him immediately,
he loved her to swallow. As though reading his thoughts, Cathy relented
and moved her hand over her breasts. With her free hand she pulled down
the front of her basque and exposed her lovely firm tits. Cathy smothered
his come over her breasts, and around the nipples. They glistened in the
bedroom light. Nothing more was said for a couple of minutes as they
both sat, motionless on the bed. Cathy climbed off the bed and untied his left wrist. She then left for the
bathroom. By the time he was free, the come has been wiped off with a
flannel and the basque and stockings removed. They went back to bed and
he cuddled her and kissed her forehead. Thank you, my love. You do
make these things special Tom softly spoke. Cathy just murmured and
rolled over to turn off the light. She was hurt, he obviously wanted more
than her - more than what she could offer.
Part Three. The next day, Toms mind was a whirl. He never realised she could be
like this. Sexy certainly, but to play the role of a dominatrix so well !
This
was the beginning of a new period for them. He got home from work before her and dashed to the spare room and in
the bottom draw of his desk found the copy of S & M Monthly hed had
for three years. A business trip to Amsterdam had given him the chance to
find a few more enlightened magazines. The others he still had were a
copy of Switch (spanking and punishment) and a copy of Group Sex
Quarterly' (usually two guys, one girl or two guys, four girls). He flicked
to the back and found what he wanted, pages listing S&M equipment and
stockists with numbers and addresses. He scribbled a few names and
returned the magazines to their careful hiding places. The next day he
typed three letters requesting catalogues - to be sent in plain wrappers.
The first arrived in two days and the rest by the end of the week. Hed
been careful to make sure he got to the letterbox first in the mornings
lately. Theyd talked about that night a few times. Cathy wouldnt be drawn
too much. Tom asked her to explain how she had felt, why she did this or
had she though of doing that. She answered without trying to sound eager. For the next couple of weeks things were fine. Tom was showing more
eagerness than usual for sex and Cathy didnt mind. He did like talking
out his fantasies while they made love, and some were quite arousing (he
was a good storyteller and angled the subject matter to her tastes) but
things were fine and Cathy hoped that he had got some things out of his
system. But she was wrong. The next Friday she arrived home and was surprised to fin the house lit by
candlelight. Tom had done this before but for her birthday or a very
special occasion (like the night he proposed). She had a tingly feeling of
anticipation as to what was to come. And then Tom appeared. He walked
from the lounge into the hall proudly displaying his purchases. He was dressed in a leather pouch - tightly cupping his swelling cock,
with a strap around the waist and one under his scrotum and up the crack
of his arse. Two leather wrist strips with metal D rings attached and a
leather collar also with D rings on two sides. She giggled slightly then
saw the hurt on his face. She softened and realised he did look sexy - she
asked him to turn around and she saw the thin cord between his ass
cheeks. All this for me ! she exclaimed. Little did she know. Yours is
on the bed, he replied. She suspected as much but she hadnt worn the
basque and those shoes in a while so she didnt mind. She scampered
upstairs but stopped in the bedroom doorway. She surveyed the scene in
front of her. Tom had pored over the catalogues when they arrived. What Cathy was
now seeing was actually only a fraction of what he had bought. The
leather cuffs and collar for him had been matched by a set for her.
Handcuffs, straps, a ball-gag and leg-spreader had all been purchased
from the same S&M catalogue. Another catalogue had provided the
articles now lying on the bed in front of Cathy - leather corset, thigh
boots
with five-inch heels, leather whip and leather gloves. Another catalogue
had supplied a multitude of items (Tom had qualified for the order
discount having spent over the required amount !) - amongst them a ten-
inch dildo, a vibrator, an anus plug and Thai love beads plus many others. Cathy took a long low breath. She picked up the whip first. Oh, how
could he!. She was angry. She didnt want this. She thought his lust had
been satisfied on that night. She could cope with repeating it, but not
with all this ! This was perverse ! She heard him climbing the stairs,
quickly she called Go back down, Im changing - Ill call for you when
Im ready. This was what he wanted to hear. Cathy had other ideas. She
had thought a lot about that night - even confiding in a close friend.
Paula (her friend) hadnt been as shocked as Cathy thought she would be
(its always the quiet ones Paula reasoned). They talked for a long time,
drank wine, laughed about the old days - but made a pact that Cathy was
about to call upon. She undressed quickly, laid out her dressing-gown in the spare room and
returned to the main bedroom. She picked up the corset and liked its feel.
It fit perfectly and made her feel quite aroused. She sat on the bed to pull
on the long boots and wobbled slightly when she stood. Those shoes had
actually been useful, she was now used to tottering around on high heels.
She put on the collar and gloves and thought it slightly suspicious that no
panties had been laid out for her. It was then that she noticed the straps
around the bedposts - strong, leather straps with D rings attached. On a
hunch, she opened the top drawer of Toms night-stand and was not
surprised to see some metal chains (adjustable) with clips at the end. She
was surprised to see the ball-gag. She called him upstairs and skipped into the spare room. He climbed the
stairs and entered the bedroom. She call out Lie down - face-down !
Tom shook with anticipation and complied. He was pleased to see that all
of the items he had laid out were gone. Close you eyes and keep them
tightly shut she called ..if you know whats good for you she added. Cathy entered the room and looked at her husband. She genuinely smiled
this time. He didnt know what was coming.
Part Four. Paula was surprised to get Cathys call. She could tell her friend was
excited and when she mentioned that the call was in relation to that item
we discussed the other week - Paula got the drift. Cathy asked her to
come over straight away and to bring some slut clothes with her. This
was not a problem for Paula. She was twenty-three years old, unmarried
but with a string of guys all dying to get inside her panties. She was also
tall (5 9) and possessed a wide range of sexy lingerie. When she and
Cathy had talked, Paulas eyes widened as Cathy described what she had
been wearing (basque, stockings four-inch heels). This was common attire
for Paula as she loved to be in control in the bedroom and most men
tended to go weak at the knees when confronted by a woman dressed that
way. Paula had fabulous breasts - forty-inches with a D cup. Cathy
admired them (particularly the effect they had on the men at the beach
that summer). They had gone as a foursome with Tom and Paulas then
boyfriend, Alan. Tom had mentioned Paula when he and Cathy made love - he slavered
over her breasts. He coyly enquired as to whether Cathy had ever had
thoughts about Paula. Cathy was shocked, but she understood. Paula
was very attractive. Long, dark hair and a lovely body. The surprise for
Cathy came when she and Paula talked and (after a few wines) Paula told
her about her dominant tendencies. You should get together with Tom
! joked Cathy but Paula took the remark at face value. They talked some
more and Paula agreed to help Cathy out if ever the situation got to be too
much. She even agreed to help out in person if required. Paula arrived dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and was greeted by Paula
dressed in her gown. Loud music was playing upstairs. As they walked
into the lounge, Cathy took the plunge and dropped her gown. Paula wolf-
whistled and the sight in front of her. Cathy did look good enough to eat.
Paula looked at her friend in a new light. Cathy explained the situation and finished by saying that at the moment,
Tom was tied down to the bed upstairs, with the radio turned up loud so
that he couldnt hear what was going on downstairs. Cathy had panicked a
little when confronted with the situation and decided to call her knowing
friend. Paula smiled and asked what she had got in mind. To punish the
bastard - to get it out of his system ! To go back to normal sex Cathy
answered, almost desperately. Poor Cathy, thought Paula. She doesnt
know what shes missing - but everyone to their own tastes and Tom
really should have more respect for her feelings. Paula sat and thought for
a few minutes. Do you really want it to end here ? asked Paula. Her
friend nodded. Are you prepared for Tom to be hurt, physically ? she
pressed. Oh, nothing permanent but I dont mind shocking him out of the
state hes in now she replied. O.K., returned Paula. They climbed the stairs together and stood either side of the bedroom
doorway. Paula had explained the plan to Cathy who was a little unsure at
first but realised that all three of them were going to have some fun but
that Tom would be left in no doubt that this sort of thing wasnt going to
happen again. Cathy looked at Paula - her breasts really were something
special as they almost spilled out over the corset. She and Cathy had
swapped attire - Paula loved long boots and the thoughts of wielding a
whip had really excited her. They had both exchanged glances as they
dressed and Cathy could understand Toms fascination with her friend.
For her part, Paula was pleased she had brought her double-headed dildo -
she hoped to put it into use on Cathy. They were friends, sure, but there
was a lot to Paula that Cathy couldnt even imagine.
Part Five. A jealous rage on Paulas part has started her interest in the kinkier side
of
sex. She arrived at her boyfriends house to find another car in the drive.
She let herself in with key kept under the flowerpot and stopped
immediately when she heard the sounds coming from upstairs. Her blood
boiled - she stormed upstairs and stood in the doorway watching Phil fuck
some tramp from behind. She hadnt been seen. She tiptoed back
downstairs and out to her car where she kept a gun and pair of handcuffs
in the glove-box (a present from another boyfriend - but thats a long
story). She let herself back in as the sounds were coming to their
crescendo. She quickly got back upstairs and as Phil fell forwards over the
blond slut, his load spent, was more than a little surprised to have a
handcuff slapped on his wrist and his arm wrenched behind his back and
his wrists cuffed together. Fearing that the girl beneath him (Holly) had a
jealous husband he immediately started to make excuses but stooped dead
when he saw that it was Paula. She was standing alongside the bed, calm
and cool. Holly looked up and saw Paula carrying the gun. She started to
scream but a quick slap from Paula soon put a stop to that. She pushed
Phil backwards and grabbed Holly by the wrists. She pushed her into a
chair and shouted at her that if she moved, she would be shot. Holly was
petrified and stayed perfectly still. Paula went to Phils top drawer and
removed three belts. With two, she securely bound Hollys legs to the
chair and with the third tied her hands around the back. Paula quickly
found Hollys own panties and shoved them in her mouth. She caught her
breath a little when she first noticed that Holly was clean shaven around
her pussy and was very good-looking. She spun around to see Phil climbing off the bed. Where the FUCK do
you think youre going !. Phil froze. Some more belts were used and Phil
found himself standing upright, arms extended above his head with his
wrists cuffed together over the door-jamb. Paula sat on the bed. She took
a second and surveyed the scene. Her bastard over a boyfriend bound at
wrists and ankles (with a a belt around his thighs for good measure),
naked with his cock hanging limply in front of his legs. His slut of a lover
strapped to a chair. Her full breasts forced forwards as her arms were
pulled back. Shit, she was attractive. A beautiful face and tits to die
for -
and that was a real compliment coming from Paula. What to do ? He
needs to suffer - a lot. She needs to suffer - a little. What to do ? The sly smile that crept over Paulas lips made Phil freeze. Hed seen that
look before when theyd had arguments and Paula had reasoned the
outcome. Sure enough, Paula stood and pushed past him in the doorway
and headed downstairs. There was noise from the kitchen and the
cupboard under the stairs and Paula returned and placed her booty on the
dresser, covering it with a shirt. She quickly cut a long strip of duct tape
and approached Phil, calmly took his limp cock in her hand and wound
the tape tightly around it. Phil didnt speak - he could still see the gun
on
the night-stand. Paula stepped back and admired her handiwork. She had
bent his cock in two and bound it tightly. This was not particularly
uncomfortable at the moment, but in a short while.... So, you like to play around a little, eh ? - Paulas question needed no
answer. She walked up to Phil and stood almost nose to nose with him.
She turned her head and whispered very softly in his ear Philly boy, don't
get too excited now, or your poor little weenie is going to feel a little
sore.. she let her words trail off. He started to protest but Paula had
anticipated this and took from the dresser two squash balls she had found
and moved towards him. She grabbed his scrotum tightly and pushed her
nails into his soft flesh - Open wide !. He complied and she pushed one
and then the other ball into his mouth and took another strip of duct tape
and covered his mouth. She stood for a second to check that he could
breathe alright and his nose was clear. She turned to Holly, sweet Holly.
Well, my pretty one she began, like it from behind, do you ?. Paulas
words were soft, almost loving. Paula untied Hollys ankles and helped her stand. It didnt go unnoticed
by Phil that her hand stayed a little too long on Hollys round arse. She
released her left wrist from the belt and brought her arms around to the
front and retied them. Holly was grateful, her elbows were red from the
strain of being pulled back. Paula moved her to the bed and told her to
climb on and kneel on all-fours. When this was done, Paula moved to her
side and pulled the belt tied around her wrists to the top bedframe and
using the spare belt tied this to the frame. Holly was now kneeling with
her arms straight out in front of her, suspended from the bed frame. Paula
turned to face Phil. Now remember what I said she sweetly reminded,
dont get too excited ! - her voice rose at the end betraying her own
obvious excitement. And she was excited. Paula loved this - the control,
the bodies that were there for her pleasure, for her to control, for her to
provide pain or pleasure. She drank in the moment and then turned to
Holly. She stopped for a second as she noticed a slight trickle of cum
around Hollys pussy lips. That reminded Paula of what she had to do. She took the shirt from off the top of the dresser so that both Phil and
Holly could see what had been brought upstairs. A hairbrush, a banana, a
very large cucumber and (most deliciously for Paula) a garden cane that
she had found under the stairs - normally used for tying to large plants.
This was three-feet long and quite thin - very whippy. Paula took the banana and stood by the side of Holly. She looked in the
blond girls eyes and saw a look of trepidation. Dont worry, she said
softly, Its not going to hurt. Holly didnt feel very reassured. Paula
peeled the banana completely and stool holding the fruit inches from her
mouth. The creamy coloured flesh of the banana was firm, slightly curved
and eight inches long. Paula smiled again - did either of the others know
this was her favourite way to wank herself ? Sex and food and the same
time, what could be better ? She climbed on the bed behind Holly and
positioned herself to the side so that Phil had a clear view of Hollys
pussy. Paula pushed the banana against the girls lips and there was a
slight squelch as a little of more of Phils spunk escaped. Paula pushed
and the banana entered Hollys pussy causing her to gasp a little - but it
wasnt Hollys reaction Paula was interested in. She looked at Phil whos
eyes were the size of saucers. His cock was twitching and he was starting
to squirm. She pushed the banana again and it slid in all the way until
only an inch was showing. Holly groaned, with pleasure. Phil groaned
also but only because his cock was now experiencing serious discomfort.
Paula leant forwards and nibbled the free end of the banana. It tasted
slightly sour as it was still unripe but as she tugged a little more out of
Hollys pussy, the taste became sweeter. She flicked her tongue over
Hollys lips and was surprised at how smooth they felt - she must shave
regularly to keep it that way. She licked again and was quite enjoying this
new sensation when she became aware of how much Holly was
squirming. Paula felt quite pleased - the nearest shed come previously to
making another girl orgasm was when she was fourteen and in the
showers after school tennis practice one day (but thats another story). Her
lesbian tendencies had never been explored fully - she loved the feel of a
big, stiff cock inside of her too much. But she was enjoying this now. She
stopped licking and looked up towards Hollys face and became entranced
once more with the size and shape of the blond girls breasts. She pulled out the remains of the banana (about half) and moved up the
bed. Try it, its so sweet she said softly to Holly and offered the girl
the
banana to eat. Still unsure of the possible reactions if she didnt comply,
Holly opened her mouth wide and took the banana in one bite. She
chewed a few times and swallowed. At this, Paula looked at Phil whos
body was now contorting as the pain spread from his aching cock. It suddenly occurred to Paula that there was all this sex on display and she
was still fully clothed. As she watched Holly eat the banana her gaze fell
upon the cucumber on the dresser and an idea crossed her mind. Paula
rose and stood in front of Phil and slowly peeled off her T-shirt and slid
her jeans over her hips. Her breasts were full and her nipples felt like
bullets. She walked over to the dresser and picked up the cane. She
swished it through the air, delighting in the sound it made. Youve been
a bad, bad boy Philly was all she said as moved past him and onto the
landing. She looked at his muscular back and ass and thought of the good
times theyd had together - but not for long. She raised the cane and made
perfect contact with Phils cheeks. He roared in pain, but the sound was
muffled. he lifted onto his toes and arched his body forwards. Again and
again Paula whipped her ex-lovers arse. After seven of eight very strong
lashes she stopped and surveyed her work. Small welts were appearing.
She moved close to his ear. Thats for when you lifted my skirt in that
bar that time, you bastard ! she spat. His eyes were watering as she pushed past him back into the bedroom.
She took the cucumber from the dresser and held it in both hands - it was
deep green in colour, a real monster. Fifteen inches in length and she
could barely close her hand around it. It reminded her of Antonio whom
she met in on holiday in Rome - shit, but he was hung like a horse. She
peeled the cellophane from the cucumber and felt its cool smooth skin. A
glance at Holly made her stop. Hollys eyes were wide with fear and she
spoke for the first time - Please, I wont be able to take all of that !.
Paula smiled and walked over to the bed and sat at the head, next to the
girls shoulder. Its o.k. Paula replied as she stroked hair away from
this
sweet girls face, Its not all for you. With that, she moved onto the end of the bed and shuffled backwards
until her bum cheeks pressed against Hollys. She looked up at Phil -
You always said youd love to see me screw another girl.. she let her
word trail off as she bent her head to look through her own legs and
guided the tip of the cucumber into Hollys pussy. She stroked it in and
out a few times until five-six inches has disappeared. She held it with one
hand and moved her other to her own pussy lips. They were soaking now.
She pushed the other end of the cucumber into her own pussy and moved
backwards. Holly moaned deeply as the vegetable pushed further into her
and Paula gasped as she felt the cool bulk urge deeper into herself. She
slowly rotated her hips a little and pushed backwards again. Her bum
touched Hollys and she looked down to see that only a few inches of the
cucumber were visible between herself and Holly. The high-pitched
scream from Phil woke her from her reverie and she looked up quickly to
see his eyes tightly shut and his face contorted in pain. She looked at his
cock which was now a round shape as though shed taped a tennis ball
down there. Paula was surprised when she felt Holly pushing backwards towards her
as the blond girl squirmed as the cucumber invaded her own pussy. Paula
rocked back as Holly rocked forwards, and then reverse. Paula was loving
this - her only regret while she was fucking this gorgeous blond was that
she couldnt kiss her mouth or stroke her lovely tits. Holly stiffened and
groaned - Im...comeinnnnngggggg was all she could manage. Paula
stayed motionless as the other girl twisted and bent her body in the throes
of orgasm. When the movement subsided, Paula moved forwards and the
cucumber slipped out of both of their pussies almost simultaneously. She
turned to look at the vegetable - it was shiny with a mixture of both of
their juices, but still fully in tact. Even though she had not yet come herself, Paula realised it might be time
to go. Phils friend Terry would be home soon. He was an air steward and
so wasnt around that often but he was liable to arrive home at unexpected
times. Paula looked at the clock and saw the time - midnight. Shit, shed
been there over two hours ! Where had the time gone ? Then a slightly
sick thought crossed her mind. She had only spoken to Terry on a couple
of occasions but he seemed like a nice guy and when he hadnt tried to hit
on her, a few more questions from Paula told her what she suspected -
Terry was gay. He asked her not to tell Phil who wasnt particularly easy
going about such things and who certainly didnt know. Terry was tall,
good-looking and muscular. Not a typical gay. Paula looked at the
cucumber and had one final thought of revenge. She stood and got
dressed. She untied Holly from the bedstead and let her sit. She sat next to
the blond girl and kissed her full on the lips. A long slow kiss, where
Paulas tongue lightly caressed Hollys lips. When they parted Paula said
Thank you. You were sweet. Now get dressed, Ill drop you home.
Youre part in this is done. Holly needed no more coaxing and quickly
found her clothes. Paula waited until the girl pushed past Phil and headed
downstairs. Phils body was back to a more normal shape now. But Paula
had one final act. She untied the belt from over the doorjamb and let Phils arms fall. He
stood downcast for a full minute as the blood found its way back around
his body. She grabbed the gun and pressed it into his back. She untied the
belts around his ankles and thighs. The welts on his arse were now red
and raised. She told him to move to the bed and lie face down. She pulled
his left leg to the bedpost and tied it with a belt and repeated this for
the
right. She took the last belt and secured his hands to the top of the bed as
with Holly. She bent down to his ear and whispered Sorry about this
lover, but you don't fuck around with me, o.k. ?. Phil just widened his
eyes. He suspected that his ordeal was nearly at end. Nearly. Paula moved
to the base of the bed and took the cucumber, still glistening and moved
around to the side of the bed. She knelt alongside Phil and pushed the tip
of the cucumber against Phils anus. He clenched. She pushed some more,
he clenched again. She grabbed the cane from the floor and barked Open
you ass, you bastard and swept the cane down over his cheeks. His body
stiffened and quickly she pushed the cucumber again and tip slid into his
anus. She pushed, Damn it, its tight down there and pushed again.
Only three inches had disappeared. She turned to the nightstand and saw
Phils tube of hair gel. She grabbed it and squeezed half of the tube
around Phils stretching hole. She pushed the cucumber again - that was
better ! It moved a whole two inches - and again and again. His body was
now as stiff as a board and she stepped off the bed. Eight or nine inches of
the cucumber had disappeared and the really wide part was now widening
his hole. She smiled and thought of Terry. Bye, big boy were her last words. She walked slowly downstairs and
found Holly sitting on the sofa, huddled and looking lost. Paula sat next to
her and held Hollys chin in her hand and raised the blond girls head to
the same level as her own. She kissed her again. Just once, but with
passion. Holly smiled for the first time. Come on, said Paula, wed
better be off. On the way out of the door, Paula glanced at the cork
noticeboard in the hallway. A headed letter caught her eye Flight
Schedule - Mr. T. Kroyson. Paula couldnt believe her luck as she
scanned down to find todays date. She clapped her hands together when
she saw that Terry was due to land at one in the morning, so would
probably be home by two. Paula grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a
note. She pinned it to the front door as she left. The note read - Terry,
dont make a sound as you enter. Up on the bed is your birthday present.
Enjoy. Paula dropped Holly at her apartment and watched her sweet arse wiggle
up the path. Holly was obviously unsure about the feelings Paula had
given her and she had remained quiet on their journey home. Paula raced
home herself, ran straight upstairs, stripped off and grabbed her biggest
dildo from her dresser. A big, black monster that was bulging in the
middle. Paula smiled when she though of the cucumber - this wasnt as
long but it was as thick. But, this one had batteries. She turned the dildo
onto its highest speed and wanked herself from one orgasm to another.
As she lay quietly later, she thought of Holly and how it had felt to kiss
and fuck another girl. A few days later Paula called in it a sex shop she
knew and purchased a few items. The most startling was a strap-on,
double-headed dildo. It could vibrate both ends and as she held its
sixteen inch length she thought of Holly.
Part Six. O.K. then Paula said to Cathy, Lets have some fun !. The two women walked to the same side of the bed and Cathy turned off
the radio. Tom opened his eyes and turned his head. He couldnt believe
what he was seeing. His wife, dressed in a tight push-up bra, black
suspender-belt, black fishnet stockings and leather choker (the outfit
brought by Paula) and those four-inch spiky black heels. Her friend Paula
was dressed in the outfit he had bought for his wife - but Paula looked
stunning in it. He started at her five-inch spiked heels at the bottom of
the
thigh-length boots and slowly looked up to take in the whole vision. She
had on a pair of tight black panties and the leather corset that was doing
wonderful things to the size and shape of her breasts. They looked even
fuller and more rounded. To finish the look she had on a spiky leather
collar and was carrying the whip. Cathy spoke first, her voice a little unsure. So, you want to be a bad boy
and have two stern mistresses punish you, do you ?. His mouth gaped
like a fish. He still couldnt believe what he was seeing. Answer, Worm
! barked Paula and swiped the whip over his bare arse cheeks. Tom
winced and arched his back. Cathy winced a little also but new it wasnt
intended to hurt. Yes, replied Tom. Whish, the whip landed again. Call
me Mistress Paula when you speak to me ! barked the brunette.
Nnnhh. Sorry, Mistress Paula was Toms weak reply. Better. said
Paula. She turned slightly, Mistress Catherine, she began, Has this
slave been sent for punishment ?. She saw Cathy smirk. Yes, Mistress
Paula, she replied, His crimes are too terrible to repeat, but it will
take
both of us to punish him properly. Good, finished Paula. Cathy open the night-stand and took out the chains and ball-gag. It was
then she noticed the leg-spreader standing next to the nightstand and
motioned to Paula. Her friends eyes widened. They untied Toms legs
and ankles and let him spend a minute rubbing his sore joints. They let
him go for a pee and on his return he found them both standing at the end
of the bed holding the ball-gag. To make sure youre dirty mouth doesnt
offend us again, sneered Paula, Youre to wear this !. He moved his
hands in front of him in protest but before he could speak, Cathy cracked
the whip across his arse. OBEY ! barked Cathy. It shook the other two
but Paula could tell her friend was enjoying this. Tom walked forward and
Paula put the ball in his mouth and tied the strap around the back of his
head. She whispered in his ear O.K. ?. Tom nodded. They move him to the end of the bed and strapped his wrists to the bed
posts. Open your legs commanded Paula and Tom complied. More !
she ordered. Tom turned and saw his wife holding the leg-spreader. He
quickly shuffled his feet together and stood bent-forwards looking
concerned. Paula roughly grabbed the whip from Cathy and lashed his
arse three times. He howled in pain and arched his back. His cock
slammed against the end of the bedframe. Mistress Catherine, said
Paula, attach the leg-spreader to both ankles and if this worm tries to
struggle once more I shall whip him again. Cathy looked anxious but her
friend winked and Cathy bent and attached the leg-spreader to Toms
right leg. She pushed his left leg but it didnt move. Paula raised her whip
hand again and Tom gave in and spread his legs wide. Cathy fixed the
steel bar and stood. Tom was bent forwards slightly, his arms spread out
and fixed to the bed posts. His legs were spread and his feet were slightly
behind him. His cock was rock-hard and bobbed slightly as the blood
coursed through it. Some pre-come had already moistened the head. Paula
moved close to him and ran her hands over his back and bum. Mmmm,
thats better she cooed. If youre a good boy and take youre
punishment well she began, well see if you can have a little treat.
Wont that be nice ? Tom nodded - it was all he could do and gave a
muffled Thank You, Mistress Paula. Part Seven. Mistress Catherine. What equipment do we have for this slave ? Paula
said in a lofty voice. Cathy opened Toms nightstand and drawers. She
found a dildo, a vibrator and the butt plug. She picked up the latter and
admired its smoothness. Cathy had not seen one before and if it hadnt
been for the package describing the item, she wouldnt have known what
it was. Only four inches long with a thin tip but tapering out to a
circumference of four inches and then narrowing back to two inches.
Paula saw the device Excellent choice, Mistress Catherine. Bring it over
so we can start the slaves punishment ! she triumphed. Cathy wasnt
sure. She didnt know if this was what Tom wanted or not. Were they
going too far ? She looked at his face. She couldnt tell what his mood
was, only the eyes gave away his feelings - and his cock of course ! Both
were big. He was loving this, the bastard. Right ! Hed get the whole of
Paulas plan in full effect. Paula had outlined her plan to Cathy in an almost military fashion. They
would tie him up and make him helpless. Slap him around a little to
humiliate him, tease him a little to bring him to the brink, keep him
bubbling and then finish him off. This last part was the only one that
Paula wouldnt be drawn on the detail. Finish him off ? Did that mean, let
him come ? Cathy had pressed Paula who responded by reminding her
that she was here to make sure Tom wouldnt wish to try this sort of thing
again. She told Cathy to trust her - they would all have fun, even Tom, he
would have some erotic memories but be left in doubt that Cathy wasnt
going to stand for this sort of thing again. Paula also had some other
plans, but Cathy would find them out nearer the time. Mistress Catherine ! said Paula loudly. Cathy was shaken from her
thoughts and offered the butt plug to Paula without anymore delay. Paula
walked in front of Tom and stood holding the plug. So, this little boy
likes to have his botty played with does he ? she began. Well, Im sure
we can find somewhere for this, she stroked the plug but it is a little
dry
- we wouldnt want to hurt you....too much. Paula gave a wicked smile
and moved a hand down to her panties. Her fingers disappeared and
obviously got busy on her pussy lips. She started to sway her shoulders in
exaggerated movements then stopped, pulled down the front of her
panties and push the butt plug up the hilt into her pussy. She rubbed it
around a few times and pulled it out. It shone with her pussy juices.
Mistress Catherine, insert this in the slave please. He needs to be taught
a
lesson. Cathy took the plug in a grand sweeping gesture and almost held
it aloft above her head. She moved round behind Tom who was adjusting
his stance as he prepared to take the intruder. Secretly, he was loving
this.
In college, during his wanking is all I've got phase, he experimented in
the bath with a bar of soap and a round-handled hairbrush and found the
experience quite fun. Cathy sucked a finger and pressed it against his anus. She swirled it
around a little until her fingertip disappeared. Tom squirmed a little. She
looked up at Paula whos face was a picture of control and lust. Paula
fingers were still buried in her pussy as she knew Tom would be looking.
Cathy brought the butt plug down and pressed it against Toms puckered
bum. She pressed a little and the first inch slipped in easily thanks to
Paulas juices. She pressed again and found the going harder but it was
still sliding in. Tom was moving forwards in a vain attempt to help it go
in easier. Seeing this, Paula moved forwards and placed both hands on his
shoulders and pushed him back. Cathy pushed again and the head of the
plug plopped into place. Only a T shaped bar was showing. Tom
grunted and accepted the pressure inside of him. The plug was pressing on
the vein that ran from his anus under his scrotum. Paula took a hand and
lifted his head. Comfy ? she quizzed. Tom nodded. Good. Mistress
Catherine, she continued pass me the vibrator. Tom couldnt think of
what she was going to do with that - the obvious place was already taken !
Cathy handed Paula the long, black vibrator and Paula turned it on. It
buzzed lowly and Paula held it to her face to admire its simplicity. She
moved around the back of Tom and stood holding the buzzing cock near
Toms behind. Mistress Catherine, I believe this slave has passed the
first of his tests and deserves a little treat, do you agree ?. Certainly
Mistress Paula she returned and climbed onto the bed to kneel in front of
Tom. Paula looked at Cathy and stared directly at her swelling, push-up
bra. Cathy took the hint and started to move her hands over her breasts in
a smoothing, swirling manner. She started to moan and pulled the bra
down to expose her swelling nipples. Paula licked her lips, her friend was
truly sexy. Cathy continued to stroke and tease her tits. Paula moved the
vibrator around the front of Tom and started to stroke his cock with it. She
could already see pre-come oozing from his head. Cathys hands started to
stroke down her stomach and rub over the tops of her stockings. Paula
worked the vibrator around Toms swollen head and scrotum. Tom was
nearly coming and Paula sensed this. She passed the vibrator to Cathy
who couldnt resist rubbing it over her tits and nipples. Tom started to
moan and Paula tuned to see his cock starting to throb violently. STOP
THAT ! she barked and both Tom and Cathy froze. Paula leant forwards
and grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. She pushed the tip of her
little finger into his eye hole to stop any thoughts of coming. I thought
youd brought him then... she started before realising she had forgotten
for the first time to use Mistress Catherine as a form of address. She
stood still for a minute and then let Toms cock go as she could feel some
of the rigidity loosening. She move back around of him and slapped him
hard across his cheeks with her hand. This stung Tom but not as badly as
the whip. You know, Mistress Catherine said Paula, I dont think this slave will
be of much use to us while his balls are so full. With that she moved to
the right-hand bedpost and untied his right wrist. Wank for us ! she
commanded. Tom needed no second word and started to furiously pump
his cock. All of the pent-up fantasies were coming true and he was loving
it. Within seconds his face started to contort and his strokes increased.
Cathy took the initiative and moved forwards on the bed to kneel directly
in front of him - her breasts just inches away from his swollen cock. Tom
saw his chance and with a loud Aaarrgghh came over his wifes tits. He
spurted and spurted, five or six times. Thick, milky fluid landed on
Cathys tits, neck, shoulder and stomach. Tom slumped forwards, almost
exhausted. Mmmm, thats better isnt it cooed Paula. arent we good
mistresses to you to let you do that. He nodded. Paula saw Cathy start to move back and reached out a hand and touched
her arm. There eyes met. Paula leaned forwards and kissed her shoulder -
exactly where a drop of cum had landed. Salty was all she said. She
licked downwards with her tongue hard and pointing. Cathy arched her
back to allow Tom to see the events but Paula was doing this for her own
benefit. She licked and slurped until her tongue rested against Cathys
nipple. She paused and cupped the little bud in the crook of her now
curved tongue. She flicked it slightly and licked all around. Cathy felt
little darts of pleasure shooting through her. She looked down at Paulas
head and softly stroked her hair. That was all the encouragement Paula
needed. She sat upright and gently eased Cathy backwards until she was
lying on her back. She lay alongside of her and moved her mouth to join
Cathys in a a slow and passionate kiss. She licked her friends lips,
nibbled her tongue, explored every inch. Paula raised her hand to Cathy
other breast and wiped some cum from off of it. She lifted her hand to
Cathys mouth and let her lick her fingers. Paula smiled. She spoke softly,
so that only Cathy could really hear Youre beautiful. Sexy, voluptuous
and warm. Cathy felt flattered, she was pleased that Paula was enjoying
the show they were performing for Tom. But his was no show as far as
Paula was concerned. She rose from the bed and moved to re-tie Toms
wrist. That done, she skipped downstairs and returned moments later with
the double-headed dildo. Cathys eyes widened when she saw this she started to speak, but didnt
know what to say. Instead he mouth just opened and closed. Paula
returned to the bed and whispered softly in Cathys ear Please, I want to
fuck you. I want to fuck you until we both explode with pleasure. I
want to tease and caress you, make you a complete woman. Paula was
really pouring her heart out to her friend. Cathy wasnt sure how to react.
It was giving Tom the biggest orgasms hed ever had and Paula was doing
her a favour by being here, but... Paula spoke softly again This is all I
ask. Why do you think Im so stern with Tom ? Im jealous of him.
Jealous that get he gets to hold your body every day. Jealous that he gets
to lick your pussy and bring you to the heights of pleasure. This is all I
ask. You cant tell me that you arent enjoying this.. she let the last
part
trail off almost as though she was challenging Cathy to deny her own
pleasure. Cathy moved her hand to stroke Paulas cheek. O.K., but I get
to say if I don't want to carry on - alright ?. Paula gave her a wide smile
and kissed her again. Quickly she shuffled herself down until her face was
level with Cathys belly-button. This hadnt gone unnoticed by Tom as
Paulas pussy was now inches from his stiffening cock. Paula moved the heel of her hand over Cathys pelvic bone, just above her
pussy lips. She remembered Hollys pussy and how good it looked with
the shaved lips. She rubbed a little and Cathy adjusted her bum on the
bed. She kissed Cathys outer lips lightly. She blew lightly and flicked her
tongue over the wet flesh. She took the tops of both the lips between her
own and sucked hard. This made Cathy gasp as her clitoris was drawn
outwards and exposed to Paulas tongue. The brunette now sucked on the
little nub and Cathy started to roll on the bed. Paula reached for the
vibrator and saw Tom - motionless watching his wife being sucked and
licked by another woman - he still couldnt believe it. Paula took the
vibrator and pressed it against Paulas lips and it slipped in easily. Cathy
squirmed once more and Paula turned on the vibrator. That was all Cathy
needed to send her over the edge. Oh God, oh yes.....yes....yes... she
kept repeating as the orgasm wracked her body. Paula withdrew the
vibrator and stood up from the bed. Immediately, Cathys hands went to
her own pussy and continued to rub to keep the pleasure going. he eyes
were closed and she was lost in a world of her own. Paula took the large
dildo. She raised one leg onto the bed and pushed one of the heads against
her lips and it slipped in with an audible sluuup. Paula smiled and
pushed it in almost halfway, six inches filling her pussy. She took the
straps and tied two around her waist and the other between her legs to join
the two around her waist. This was done quickly and deftly. She had been
practicing. Only last week Paulas BMW had cruised the bars outside of the airport.
She spotted a buxom black girl and called her over to the car. She had
been direct with her question - How much for me to fuck you with a
dildo. The prostitute was not shocked, she seen it all before. A price was
agreed and they drove in silence to Paulas apartment where the black girl
was fucked three times over the course of an hour. Paula came each time -
stronger than before. When the black girl left, Paula cleaned the dildo
with her tongue. Paula knelt in-between Cathys open thighs and looked at the blond girls
face. There was a calm smile that comes only from pleasure playing
across her friends lips. She pushed the dildo effortlessly into Cathys
pussy until five or six inched disappeared. Oh shit... was all Cathy
could respond as her eyes closed and her back arched. This forced the
dildo deeper into Paula who responded similarly by pushing forwards
again. This too and fro continued for a short time until Paula grabbed
one of Cathys ankles and lifted her leg onto her shoulder. Then the other.
This was it, the power she wanted. To fuck this lovely woman while her
worm of a husband is helpless behind me. She pushed deeper into Cathy.
The dildo was bent slightly in the middle and was pressing equally into
each girl. Paula started a rhythm and Cathy started to moan. Paula by now
was fighting back her own orgasm as she was determined to make Cathy
come first. She fucked and fucked the blonde girl. Cathys head thrashed
from side to side as her pussy was pounded by the dildo. Paula grabbed
Cathys tits and turned the nipples. Oooohhh was all Cathy could
manage. Paula leant forwards until their tits rubbed together and as she
raised her hips she pushed down with all her force.
Aaaarrgghhh...oh...christ....Im....cominggggg hissed Cathy. She said no
more as her friend covered her mouth with her own and forced her tongue
deep. Paula pushed again and felt her own orgasm building. She lifted her
shoulders and bit her lip. She knew what she wanted. She easy back and
pulled the dildo from Cathy causing her to squeal a little - in regret. She
pulled back a little to far and Toms rock solid cock pushed against her
bum. She quickly unhooked the straps and grabbed the dildo in the middle
to slip it from her pussy. She deliberately rotated her hips whilst doing
this and Toms cock eased inch by inch closer to her pussy. No, it wasnt
for him. She moved as quick as a crab on all fours up the bed and took
Cathys head in her hands. She lifted one leg over Cathys shoulder and
then second. She lowered her pussy lips to Cathys mouth as her friend
opened her eyes. Cathys words were drowned as the brunettes pussy
ground into her mouth. Cathy flicked her tongue outwards a few times
and caught Paulas clitoris almost by accident. That was all Paula needed
to send her over the edge. Nooooooo was the last word spoken in that
room for almost five minutes. Paula held Cathys head in the crook of her arm as the girls lay side-by-
side on the bed. Toms cock hadnt dropped an inch in the last fifteen
minutes whilst his wife was fucked by another woman. The butt plug was
starting to feel as though it had been there for ever and almost felt part
of
him. Paula opened her eyes and kissed Cathy lightly on the forehead.
Thank you, my princess was all she said.
Part Eight. They stayed like that for some time. Toms eyes burned into the bodies of
both women. He knew that was more than a show. He knew Paula wanted
his wife or herself. Cathy looked like an angel at this moment. She lay
with her head resting against Paulas shoulder and her lovely blond hair
covering her friends right breast. She has a sweet and serene smile on her
face. Tom had seen the look before - after they made love and Cathy had
orgasmed stronger than normal. It was as though she was physically
complete and the smile on her face almost mocked him - as if to say I
am now happy. Tom was shaken from his thoughts by movement from Paula. She was
very softly stroking Cathys hair. Twisting the end of the blonde locks
and rubbing her nipples with them. She looked up at Tom - a big and
generous smile. The smile given by a victor to the vanquished. Tom
mumbled at her through his gag. The words were not distinct, but the
sentiment was clear. Paula eased herself from the bed and carefully lay
Cathys dozing head on the pillow. She moved next to Tom - who noticed
how damned good the thigh boots looked on her. Paula whispered in
Toms ear - Shes mine now. She knows I can give her pleasures she has
never experienced with you, or is ever likely to experience. She
continued, I can make her body quiver with one touch of my fingertips
on her soft skin. I can make her scream with pleasure... she let this sink
in ..before I cover her mouth with my pussy. Tom struggled against his
bonds. Paula sniggered at him. Just look at you. Youre pathetic. You
have a truly beautiful and sexy woman as your wife and youre prepared
to lose her for a few thrills. Youre no man... Paula let her words trail
off
as she sank deep into her own thoughts. She looked at Cathy who was
now fast asleep. She smiled at Tom and whispered in his ear Ill make
you a deal. If youre a good boy and take care not to wake the princess,
Ill let you get your own back on me. The last words were spoken in a
very husky manner and she licked Toms ear. She saw his cock respond
immediately. He was so obvious. She continued Ill untie you, take you
with me downstairs and let you fuck me. You can really go to town on me
- you know I deserve it and with that she squeezed Toms cock and
started to rub it gently. Deal ?. Tom nodded frantically. Paula ended
with Well, just wait one minute.. and slipped quietly out of the room
and downstairs. She was gone for nearly five minutes and Tom heard her
car door open and close. He didnt really trust her but what could happen
with his wife only asleep upstairs ? Paula returned and untied the leg spreader from both ankles. Tom
immediately bent and stretched his legs. She untied the left wrist but
strapped it to the right one before unstrapping that from the bed. Holding
both wrists in front of him, Tom was led downstairs. Paula had arranged
the sofa to face the door and dimmed the light slightly. It felt cool down
there but Tom didnt mind that. Paula spoke Ive always wondered if I
just needed a good man to fuck me well to put me back on the right path
she sounded like a naughty schoolgirl, but dressed in the dominatrix gear
Tom was left in no doubt that she was all woman. Paula lay back on the
big sofa and started to stroke her pussy. One finger, two, then three
fingers disappeared and started to rub around her clit. Tom stood
transfixed. Youd better make me come well cooed Paula Or Ill have
to spank you again. Tom realised that Paula was playing the game
again and advanced towards her. she untied his wrists but kept hold of the
chain on his left wrist. She also had another strap alongside her on the
sofa and she had stroked it when she said the words spank you. Tom
knelt if front of her and shuffled forwards. He leant forwards to finger her
pussy. Paula allowed him to do so and moved and moaned a few times.
She whispered Come on, fuck me good. Get your revenge - you know I
want it !. Tom needed no more encouragement and lifted his knees to the
edge of the sofa, pushing Paulas legs further open in the process. His
cock pushed against her pussy lips and with a small thrust he entered her.
Oh, yes baby said Paula softly, fuck me deep !. Tom grunted and
pushed again. Paula felt him deep in her. He wasnt bad, very firm and
quite big. Tom found his rhythm and started to fuck Paula at a medium
pace. Her hands wrapped around his sore arse cheeks and softly stroked
them. She moved her hands to the hilt of the butt plug that Tom had all
but forgotten was still in him. She tugged a little, forcing his anus to
widen and then pushed the plug back in. And again, matching his strokes
into her. He was enjoying it. She said fuck me well, and youll get
fucked too. Tom liked the idea and pushed harder. The final part of Paulas plan clicked into place. This part had not been
fully decided until only a short time earlier but when she went downstairs
she had gone to her car and made a call. She left the door ajar and
collected Tom. Paula looked over Toms shoulder and saw Terry creep
slowly in. She had kept in touch after presenting him with the gift of Phil
all that time ago. Terry had been working out and his body was now
muscuar and well defined. When he discovered Phil with his arse in the
air and a cucumber sticking out, he had taken only a few seconds to
decide on what to do. He had stripped, washed his cock, returned to the
bedroom, slowly removed the cucumber from Phils (now very
accommodating) arse and fucked him through the night. In the morning
Terry packed his bags as he knew he had overstayed his welcome. But as
a note of thanks to Phil, he rolled him over and gave him a very good
blow-job. Terry was now stripping off. His shoulders rippled with muscle and he
watched Toms bum thrust in and out of Paulas pussy. he was in a world
of his own. He did notice Paula was fucking his arse with a butt plug and
almost giggled. Terry took a jar of Vaseline from his bag and liberally
greased his very large cock. Paula looked at him and winked. Mmmm
she thought, I wouldnt mind that inside of me.. but it was to be Toms
surprise. She pulled the plug out completely and Tom whimpered a little.
He was enjoying that !. The little rubbing against his arse, the pressure on
his vein and scrotum, the AAAARRGGHHHH. Toms muffled scream was quite loud. His thoughts had been broken by
Terrys massive cock pushing itself six inches into Toms anus before he
stopped. He withdrew slightly and pushed again. NNRRGGHH was all
Tom could manage as Terrys powerful arms kept him prisoner and
Paulas grip on the chain on his wrist tightened. Again Terry pushed. He
withdrew to the tip of his swelling head and slammed it fully back into
Toms arse. Tom whimpered. His anus was being stretched wider and
deeper than ever before - and the butt plug had given him little in the way
of readiness. Toms body stiffened as Terrys swelling cock thrust into
him time and time again. Tom was in too much pain to notice two things.
The first being that Paula had come at least twice. The first time when
Terry first appeared - the anticipation had shot through her like
electricity
and sent her softly over the edge. the second time was when Terry was
pumping, Toms cock was being thrust deeper and deeper into her by the
force behind him. The other event that Tom had missed had been Cathys appearance in the
room. She had woken to muffled sound from downstairs and obviously,
Paula and Toms absence. She stood now, in fishnet stockings and heels
watching her husband fucking another woman - dressed as a dominatrix -
whilst being ass-fucked by another man. She couldnt believe what was
happening. It looked like Tom was enjoying it as his head was thrown
back as his cock pushed into Paula. Cathy turned and ran from the room,
unnoticed by everyone except Paula. She ran back upstairs and locked
herself in the bathroom. Paula smiled. Plan complete. She felt Tom
speeding up which could only mean that Terry was speeding up also. Oh,
Jesus.... were the only words spoken by Terry as his cock swelled a
fraction more and he emptied his load of semen into Toms tired arse.
Tom was also starting to come. The pressure on his vein had been too
much (as well as his cock slapping in and out of Paula). Paula sensed this
and pushed him onto his side. Terry slipped out and fell backwards.
Quickly, Paula grabbed Toms arm and forced him to kneel on the floor
over Terry. She grabbed his cock and wanked him off over Terrys
waiting mouth. For Paula, this was complete power. Take his wife and force him to do
disgusting things. She was truly in control. Paula stood over the two men,
her thigh boots glistening with a mixture of come and pussy juices. The
rush of power filled her lungs. She must go now to comfort Cathy. Terry,
she began, Ill bring you down the leg-spreader and my whip - you can
have a good time as thanks for coming over. Terry smiled and stroked
Toms legs. Tom for his part stood over Terry, his cock still dripping
come wondering how all of this had happened - but not wanting it to stop. Paula climbed upstairs and knocked softly on the bathroom door. There
was no answer. She knocked again and opened the door. Cathy was sitting
on the edge of the bath looking at the floor. She looked up when Paula
entered and her eyes started to fill with tears. Paula stood her up and held
her tenderly in her arms for a long time. She kissed her neck softly and
whispered - Hes not for you. He has a new love now. As do you, my
sweet princess. END.
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