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The Dominant Bitch
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Part 1
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You went to the college mixer with low expectations. You didn't have a
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date and with your roomate back visiting her parents for the weekend, you
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figured on a lonely weekend. Then you met Dave. He was extremely handsome,
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rather preppy. Curly black hair, lean body, his tight jeans showing off his
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firm ass. After asking you to dance he begins coming on strong. You think
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"What the hell!" and mention that you have the house to yourself for the
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weekend.
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Dave immediately shows interest. Since you both brought cars he gets
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directions from you and says he'll pick up some booze and snacks and meet
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you there. You rush home feeling extremely horny and excited. Upstairs in
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your room you look at yourself in the mirror.
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You are wearing a blue blouse and long skirt. Very casual and modest.
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Nothing like how you are feeling right now. You decide to change into
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something more suggestive. You quickly strip, pausing briefly to admire the
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tight fit of your almost transparent black panties. You feel a stiring in
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your loins watching yourself. Those panties always did make you feel kinky.
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You put on the red bra that opens in the front and a simple white top that
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shows a great deal of cleavage. You slip into a pair of your favorite
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jeans, a really tight pair, and are in the processing of dabbing perfume
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onto various parts of your body when you hear the doorbell. Hurrying, you
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dribble a few drops of scent into the valley between your breasts and head
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downstairs.
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Dave enters and begins talking loudly, his words slurring, nothing he says
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making much sense. He has obviously been drinking. He opens a bag to reveal
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a half-empty bottle of rum. He is no longer trying to come on to you.
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Instead he's pawing you and acting like you were his to do with as he
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pleased.
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You push him away in disgust and he mumbles something and goes into the
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kitchen and gets a couple of glasses. He pours two drinks and when you
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reach out for yours he puts his arm around you, pulling you to him. His
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kiss is rough and not very accurate, but his hand has no touble finding
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your ass.
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At the mixer he had tried to be suave, even a little romantic, but now
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he's just drunk. You are revolted by his rum-bottle breath and rude
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behavior. You are rather annoyed. He got you terribly turned on and now
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he's behaving like a jerk.
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You try to walk away from him but he stumbles after you, spilling his
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drink and yours all over you. "Shit!" you cry. "Can't you watch what you're
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doing you idiot?"
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"Uh, sorry. Come on, let's go, uh, to bed, comon."
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You shake your head but he has wrapped his arms around you and burried his
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face between your breasts. You pull away and your top rips, spilling your
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left breast out into sight. "Hey, you bastard! Let go of me!" You slap his
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face, hard, but he continues to paw you and finally your temper explodes.
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You give him a right to the jaw. It wasn't really much of a punch but he
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keels over, dead to the world. You kneel beside him. He's obviously fine.
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Just passed out from the booze. You are really pissed. With great effort
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you turn him over and drag him into the living room and leave him to sleep
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it off.
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You watch him sleep for a while, your frustration growing. It really
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wasn't fair of him to behave like this, you think. If he was going to
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arouse you he had a responsibility to satisfy you. Slowly an idea begins to
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form in your mind . . . .
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When Dave woke up the next morning, he was surprised to discover he
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couldn't move. His wrists were tied to the coffee table above his head and
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his ankles to the couch at his feet. He didn't recognize the room for a
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moment, but slowly vague memories of the previous night filtered into his
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brain. He realized with a shock he was naked under the thin blanket that
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covered him.
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He begins to struggle but the cloth strips are securely tied. He cries out
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and you come downstairs wearing your baby doll nighty. "Hey, let me go!" he
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yells loudly.
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You laugh at him. "Not for a while, Dave. You have some debts to pay
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first."
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"What the hell are you talking about? Let me the fuck go!"
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"Watch your language, Slave," you whisper. You whistle and in comes Rex,
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your roomate's german shepard. Rex would make a police dog seem small. Rex
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rubs his head against your leg as you tell Dave that the dog will not like
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it if he hears anyone yelling at you. You tell Rex to go to the kitchen and
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Rex walks out obediently.
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Dave is silent now. You go over his behavior the way that nasty Mr. Ball,
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your third grade teacher, used to cover difficult lessons, your voice
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filled with condecension, as though everything was obvious and one had to
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be an idiot to not understand.
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You tell Dave that he is in desperate need of an attitude adjustment. You
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say he is acting like a ten-year-old. "You owe me, Dave, for last night.
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And I intend to collect whether you like it or not." To illustrate your
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point and demonstrate your power over him, you leave and return with a
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safety razor and a can of shaving cream.
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Dave's eyes go wide with terror as you approach him. "If you make a noise
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you'll bring Rex back in," you warn. "He'll bite your dick off." Dave
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shakes his head frantically but you ignore him, kneeling beside him and
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begin to spread shaving cream over his pubic hair.
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"Please, don't!" he whispers, his eyes large with fear. He continues to
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beg and plead until you grip his balls and threaten him. He relaxes a
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little, but he is obviously terrified.
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You are annoyed that he can talk. You take off your baby doll bottoms,
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giving him a glimpse of your proof that your blond hair is natural. You
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stuff the panties in his mouth. He refuses to open his mouth at first, but
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at the touch of your hand on his balls he opens wide. You use some adhesive
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tape to keep his mouth closed.
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"Now lie still, Dave. Wiggling might cause me to nick something."
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You ask him how he likes your taste. He can't answer, of course, but you
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want to remind him of what he missed by being a prick and getting drunk.
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You grip his cock to lift it out of the way as you begin to shave off his
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pubic hair.
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"If you want to act like a ten-year-old, you should look the part!" you
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say.
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His cock shows how even in his present position he is very turned on by
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what you are doing. By the time you wipe off the last of his pubic hair
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with the remains of the foam his cock is hard as wood.
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You fondle his dick as you tell him that you will teach him how to act
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around a woman. You leave him to suffer alone for a few minutes. You return
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with your Polaroid camera, impressed that his member is still hard. You
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take pictures from several angles, making sure the images are most
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compromising for him.
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"I'm sending these pictures to a friend of mine," you tell him, "just in
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case you are thinking of complaining to anyone about your stay here. On the
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other hand, if you cooperate, I'll destroy them next week."
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You are still wearing only the baby doll top. Your muff shows as you move
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around taking the pictures, and you can see he is very interested. You make
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a show of bending over so he can see your ass and the blond fringe that
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shows between your thighs. Sitting on the couch, you stretch a moment so
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that your mound is in full view, and then kneel down and begin to play with
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his cock. You can hear his moan through the gag of your panties.
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"Do you like the way I taste?" He is struggling against the touch of your
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hand, but he nods yes to your question. You continue to fondle his cock as
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you ask, "Are you ready to begin paying me back?" He nods again.
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You stand up, letting go of him. He thrusts his hips up at your departing
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hand, his cock vainly stabbing into the air. Laughing at his desperation,
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you leave him, obtaining a glob of hand lotion from a container on the
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dresser. You smear it over his cock.
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Tearing the tape off his face, you remove your panties from his mouth.
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Then you kneel with his face between your legs and lower your slick mass of
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blond curls into his mouth. His mouth is quite dry, but you are so wet that
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it doesn't matter. You grip his cock, being careful not to touch the head
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(you aren't ready to let him have any release), and stroke him as you give
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him instructions in licking pussy. You tell him he must show respect or he
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will be gagged again and the pictures shown all over campus.
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Dave quickly realizes who the mistress is here. He follows your
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instructions to the letter as you have orgasm after orgasm. After making
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him stop so that you can catch your breath, you check the clock and see
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that it is almost noon on Saturday. Your roomate is not due back until late
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Sunday, so you have plenty of time. You stroke Dave's cock absently. It has
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been hard in your hands for nearly an hour.
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You tell him he has done a good job on the first payment. You stand up and
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grab the camera and pictures. "I'll just take care of these," you say
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happily, leaving through the kitchen. You notice Rex on his rug by the door
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and suddenly you have an idea.
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After hiding the pictures you return to Dave, still naked and tied up. You
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are carrying Rex's collar and leash. You put the collar around Dave's neck
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and tell him that you are pleased with him--so far. He still has much to
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learn.
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You untie his feet from the couch and tie them together so that he can
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only take baby steps. Next you untie his hands from the table and bind them
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together behind his back. You connect the leash to the collar and take him
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to the bathroom. Here you give him a touch of privacy. Then you take him
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down to the kitchen and make him breakfast, making him eat from a plate on
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the floor like a dog, his hands still behind his back.
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You take him to the living room and tie the end of the leash to the bottom
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of the railing on the stairs. "I'm going to change into something a little
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more decent," you say to him. "Behave or I'll punish you most severely."
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You are up in your room changing when you hear the front door open. In a
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panic you race down the stairs wearing only a T-shirt. In horror you hear
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your friend Lisa's laughter. You come down the stairs and see her kneeling
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in front of Dave, her face astonished but covered with a big smile.
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She asks you what is going on, and, blushing slightly, you tell what
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happened. She looks at Dave, nude, tied, and on a leash at the foot of the
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staircase. "Do you need any help?"
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Your concern vanishes, a slow grin appearing on your face. "Sure!"
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Leading Dave by his leash the two of you take him into the back yard. Your
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yard is small but surrounded by a high fence. You and your roommate have
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sunbathed nude out here because it is so private. Just outside the sliding
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glass door is a cement porch area. There's a small wooden picnic table and
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brick barbeque, and on the grass beyond, two lawn chairs.
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You have Dave lie on one of the lounges and you and Lisa go over every
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inch of his body with critical eyes and fingers, poking and prodding and
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pinching. Both of you fondle his hard cock frequently as you discuss the
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positive and negative points about his body.
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"He doesn't have enough hair on his chest," comments Lisa as she runs her
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fingers across his chest and pinches his nipples. "I like a man with _lots_
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of chest hair."
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You give a laugh. "Well he had plenty down here before I fixed him," you
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say grinning as you cup Dave's balls in your hand.
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"Hey! Why did you shave him, anyway?" You giggle and say it just appealed
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to you at the time. "It makes him look _really_ naked, if you know what I
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mean," says Lisa.
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You agree. But you are tired of just touching and want to be touched. You
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tell Lisa that he is pretty good with his tongue. She wants to find out how
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good. You arrange Dave over your lap as if he were a naughty child,
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trapping his cock between your strong thighs as Lisa takes off her blue
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jeans and puts her pussy under his mouth.
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You tell Dave he had better do a good job. You slap his ass to remind him
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of who's in charge as he begins licking Lisa's steamy cunt. You feel a
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strong surge between your legs and you realize that Dave's ass is really
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turning you on. You slap it again and then again, delighting in the way his
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bottom bounces under your hand. You enjoy the feel of his flesh against
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your palm, too.
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With a grin you begin to lightly spank his ass as he struggles to satisfy
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Lisa, really pushing his tongue inside her. As Dave licks her you tell him
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that this is his second payment and begin really spanking him in earnest.
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With hard, solid slaps every second you punctuate his lapping at Lisa.
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When you feel him trying to rub his prick against your thighs and wiggle
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out from under your blows, you reach under him and grip his balls tightly,
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never stopping the spanking.
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Just to remind him who's boss you squeeze his balls occasionally, causing
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him to moan in complaint. He's having trouble concentrating. You keep him
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frustrated by squeezing his balls every time he begins to get a rhythm with
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his cock against your thighs. His ass is getting really red now, but you
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don't let up at all. Lisa apparently is frustrated by his inadequate
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attention as she grabs his head and tries to get him into the groove, but
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he can't ignore your discipline.
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Finally Lisa says, "I'm so horny--I can't stand this. Turn him over on his
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back." The two of you turn him over and Lisa climbs onto his cock, forcing
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it up her hungry cunt, demanding that he fuck her, though she seems to be
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doing most of the work. The sight reminds you that you haven't gotten his
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cock inside you yet, and your fingers are a poor substitute.
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Climbing onto your knees, you lower your dripping cunt over his face and
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demand that he eat you. His tongue is more efficent now and you begin to
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come almost immediately. As you come you find yourself leaning against Lisa
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who first hugs you (as she continues to hump Dave's captive cock) and then
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kisses you.
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With Dave's tongue going back and forth over your clit, you are coming
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nearly all the time, and after a second or two you open your mouth and put
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your tongue into Lisa's mouth. A few seconds later it is all an orgasmic
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haze--her tongue, Dave licking you, her hands on your breasts, teasing your
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hardened nipples.
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You hear Dave moan from under your thighs and know after all the
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discipline of the morning he has finally gotten his rocks off. Your hands
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seek out Lisa's breasts, cupping them as your desire peaks. Seconds later
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the three of you are lying on the grass in each other's arms.
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You look at Lisa as you regain control, unsure what has just happened.
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Lisa returns your gaze and reaches over to your well-licked pussy and puts
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her hand on it. She begins to rub your clit back and forth. With her other
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hand she pulls off her shirt exposing her huge breasts and leaving her
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completely nude. Then she takes off your T-shirt, never for a moment
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stopping the action on your clit. She gently moves her face down to it and
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begins to lick it, her hands softly pumping your breasts.
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Out of the corner of your eye you see poor Dave, still tied hand and foot,
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unable to take his eyes off the two of you. Lisa licks you into a warm
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haze. She goes between your legs, looking up at you through the valley of
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your breasts. She parts your love lips and licks all of your available
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juices, and then as she sees you looking down at her, she grins and puts
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her tongue deep inside you, her sharp eyes watching your every reaction.
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You grip her head with your hands, guiding and urging her forward with
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subtle movements. Her hands slide up your body, stopping at your breasts.
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For several minutes she plays with your hard nipples as she cleans out your
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ever-wet cunt. She has either done this before or has a wonderful knack for
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it.
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Dave, lying on his back nearby, has his erection back, but is having
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trouble getting up. You realize you have found a new form of torture--seeing
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two naked women have sex less than two feet away and not being able to
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participate.
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One of Lisa's hands leaves your breasts and goes into your gaping hole,
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probing you deeply. You moan as another orgasm begins. Just as you begin to
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come the hand leaves your cunt and goes into your nether regions. You would
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normally have objected, but your mind is lost in the throes of orgasm. You
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only moan louder as the feelings intensify.
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Lisa continues to lick you as her other hand takes on a fucking motion.
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You feel as if you are being made love to and eaten at the same time. Your
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hands on Lisa's head press her down with greater urgency.
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Lisa continues the action at your crotch, but swings her pussy over to
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your face. Slowly she lowers it and you begin to lick it frantically,
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imitating her actions. You are gratified to hear her moan in reaction to
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your tongue.
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You realize you taste not only Lisa's juices, but Dave's as well. The two
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together seems forbidden somehow, making you feel rather naughty.
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"Please untie me! I can't stand this any longer," Dave begs next to you.
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Lisa looks up from your slit, and says, "Well, we can't have that, can we
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Kitten?" She leaves her finger in your ass, puts her thumb in your other
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hole, slowly continuing the motion. Her other hand goes to Dave's hard
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organ. She refuses to grab it but instead runs her fingers over its length,
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making only the lightest contact with the head.
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Dave begs her to untie him, or to do something for his prick. He's so
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horny he can hardly talk. Lisa puts her mouth near the head and breathes on
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it. She laughs, an amused sound that would be perfectly proper in an
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office, but is almost obscene in this context.
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You decide that you aren't through with Lisa. You grab her hips and turn
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her over on her back, moaning for a second as her hand slips from your
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dripping crotch. Licking for all you're worth you try to bring her to
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orgasm as quickly as possible. Dave's anguished cry is off to your left.
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You ignore him.
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When Lisa's hands begin shoving your face down onto her crotch, you know
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you've gotten to her. You use the whole length of your tongue on her clit,
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pressing down heavily on each and every pass. Her thighs join her hands,
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trapping your face in her warm, musky wetness. Her movements are so
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convulsive they threaten to dislodge you, so you wrap your arms around her
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thighs, meeting at the top of her pubic hair, and continue licking, trying
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to drive her mad, making her pay for interupting your little game.
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You wait until she is in the throes of a particularly violent orgasm, and
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then bite her clit to intensify the sensation. She falls back, nearly
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unconsious with the intensity of the feeling. You roll her over onto her
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hands and knees. She complies without realizing what she's doing, she's so
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lost in the feelings.
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You pull her across your lap as you sit up. She is relieved to be able to
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lay flat as she relaxes a moment, her breath coming in fierce pants. Your
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first swat on her ass brings her to her senses. The next few only intensify
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the burning of her ass.
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"Next time, Lisa, knock before you come in!" You have trapped her flailing
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legs with one of your own. You begin to spank her furiously, slap, slap,
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slap, slap.
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Lisa has a really beautiful ass, round and prominent, the skin silky
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smooth. You really enjoy slapping that fair skin. She is struggling to
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escape, her moans loud. You reach across her with your left hand and lean
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your arm into her back, neatly holding her wiggling ass in place. You move
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your hand under her and find her clit with your fingers, pinching it
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cruelly.
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You continue to spank her, but your hand is becoming quite sore. Between
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her and Dave your hand is about spanked out. You wish you hand something
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you could smack her with. Your eyes wander around the yard while you
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continue spanking her.
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Suddenly you remember something. A couple of days ago your roommate had a
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barbeque. You are always having to berate her for leaving the barbeque
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utensils outside. Perhaps she left out that wooden bread board you use for
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carrying meat to the grill...
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The Dominant Bitch
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Part 2
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Suddenly you remember something. A couple of days ago your roommate had a
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barbeque. You are always having to berate her for leaving the barbeque
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utensils outside. Perhaps she left out that wooden bread board you use for
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carrying meat to the grill?
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You turn your head and look behind at the grill--yes, sure enough, there's
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the board and the barbeque tongs. You can just reach the board if you
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stretch.
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The wooden board is heavy in your hand, the handle a perfect fit. A smile
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crosses your face. "And who told you you could shove anything up my ass?"
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you shout at Lisa as you bring the paddle hard across her bare ass.
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She squeals and begins to buck frantically, her ass bouncing up and down
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in front of you. You paddle it mercilessly, enjoying the sight of her
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smooth flesh turning pink and then red. Soon it is much redder than Dave's.
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As you paddle her you stroke her clit, making her orgasms incredibly
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intense.
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She is sobbing, now, her moans and cries desperate. But something in the
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way she cries makes you wonder if it's the paddling she resents or your
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fingers tickling her clit. You give her a few dozen more hard spanks,
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concentrating on the lower portion of her glorious buttocks, bringing the
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blows from the side and almost lifting her ass with each stroke.
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You pause for a moment to pick up the dog whistle next to your shirt. You
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blow it and seconds later Rex is in the yard. You force Lisa to move her
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legs apart with a combination of force and increased stroking of her clit.
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You tell Lisa you are going to let Rex lick her out. "No, please," she
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begs. "You can't be serious!" She begins to really struggle to escape your
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embrace.
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"Shut up, slut! Just lie there and take it!" you hiss at her angrily. You
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smack her ass with the paddle a few more times until she calms down.
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You signal Dave to get on his knees before her widely spread cunt. You
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indicate you want him to lick her. Dave complies eagerly, using only his
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tongue.
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"Oh no! I can't believe that you're making me do this!" Lisa cries out.
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"Oh . . . oh, I'm coming, I'm coming from your damn dog."
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Dave can't stand it any longer and pushes his face against Lisa's dripping
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pussy, licking up all of her essence. Lisa's exclamation of surprise shows
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you that your trick has worked. "That's not Rex--shit, you had me scared,
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you bitch! I can't believe you did that!"
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You decide it is their turn to amuse you and you ponder which one of them
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should appease your steaming pussy. You decide that they should have to
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work together. You tell her to lick your cunt and know that she will obey.
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Seconds later her face is buried in your bush as she tries to please you.
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You grab Dave and pull his face to yours as your tongue finds his. The
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sensation of having your pussy eaten as you tongue kiss someone is
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strangely pleasing.
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A part of your mind tries to picture your situation: the three of you,
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naked, lying in the cool grass, bathed by the warm midday sun, while your
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best friends licks out your cunt and your hunk of the moment tries to
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swallow your tongue. It feels good.
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After a moment you force Dave's mouth down onto your erect nipples, not
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asking but simply demanding with gestures. The sense of power you get from
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this intensifies all the sensations you get from the two of them. As you
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reach your first orgasm, your thighs grip the sides of Lisa's head. Dave
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bites gently on your nipples to increase your pleasure, not daring to bite
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hard enough to be uncomfortable.
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You decide that you've had enough of being licked and want to feel
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something insie of you. Your hands reach behind Dave and in seconds his
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hands are free. You command Lisa, "Get up here and suck on my nipples!" and
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again you are obeyed.
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Your widely spread legs are the only invitation Dave should need, but he
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waits until you gesture for him to mount you. He is in you in a single
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lunge. As Dave's cock fills your cunt, you realize how horny you have been
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as you forced Lisa and Dave to perform. Knowing that Lisa is the one
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working on your breasts makes the situation sweeter, as you rock your
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pelvis back and forth on Dave's cock. Lisa brings her hands up to your
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breasts, fondling the undersides, and moves her mouth to your left ear. Her
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tongue enters and continues to drive you wild.
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Dave has been in you less than a minute, but you feel yourself coming and
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you cry out loud enough that Lisa begins to wonder how tolerant your
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neighbors really are. She covers your mouth with her own and her tongue
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darts into yours. Her roaming hands are all over your breasts, touching
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them everywhere except the burning nipples. You are vaguely aware of this
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and twist your torso trying to force contact, but she continues to tease
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you.
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Lisa breaks her soul kiss. "Turn her over!" she says to Dave and when he
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does not immediately obey she swats his ass several times and says, "I told
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you to turn her over!" Dave slips out of your hungry pussy and grabs your
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hips, turning you over onto your hands and knees. Lisa tells him to get
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back to work and he puts it back into you, but from behind this time.
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Lisa releases one breast in order to play with your clit with her hand,
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her strokes matching Dave's. The two of them together bring you to a
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powerful orgasm. You want to lay down, but Lisa forces you to remain
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impaled on Dave's impossibly hard cock. Lisa continues to force you to stay
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up on your hands and knees by nearly holding you up by your clit. Dave is
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on his knees behind you, his swollen cock enveloped by your cunt. He moves
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his hands to your breasts and begins to squeeze and stroke them. His cock
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remains still.
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Lisa continues to stimulate your clit. After a short while you feel your
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hips involuntarily begin pumping to get more out of Dave's montionless
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cock. Lisa turns to Dave and tells him in a tone that allows no argument:
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"Now pull it out! I want her to have it up the ass."
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Her words float by you without your understanding. You are held by the two
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of them as you feel his cock slip from your hungry cunt. Never for a moment
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does Lisa slow her finger's action on your clit. You thrust your hips back
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to retain possession of Dave's cock. All that has really dawned on you is
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that she told him to pull out and he's doing it!
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Dave's hands are on your hips. You push your hips back, searching for what
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you lost. Lisa takes her other hand and guides his cock back. You feel
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grateful for a second until you realize that she's not putting it in right.
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Then you realize what she said!
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In desperation you try to pull your hips foreward, but Dave has them in
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his grip and Lisa still has one hand on your clit, pressing you back. The
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sensation of Lisa rubbing your clit as Dave puts his hard-on into your ass
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is unbelievably intense. Lisa continues to stimulate you with great abandon
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until Dave is all the way in. Then Dave begins to thrust into your ass,
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fucking you with long, slow strokes. Dave's hand replaces Lisa's as she
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slips away from you. She lowers her dripping cunt in front of your face and
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as she grabbs your hair with both hands and demands, "Eat me!"
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Dave's prick continues to slip in and out of your ass. His hold on your
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hips (and on your clit) holds you in place. Lisa's demand hangs in the air.
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You are in the throws of a continual orgasm and are barely aware that she
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has spoken. You stay on your hands and knees as Dave pounds into you. Lisa
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tires of waiting for you to respond and grips the sides of your head,
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pulling your gasping mouth down onto her sex. Again she commands, "Eat me!"
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This time you comply. Your tongue slides into her dripping slit. You react
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to her taste by concentrating on the job of pleasing her instead of taking
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the intense stimulation Dave is giving you.
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Lisa talks most of the time, praising or belittling you as you please or
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displease her with your technique. When she feels you are not licking hard
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enough she forces your face against her with her hands. She has taken
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charge of her own pleasure, using you as she might use a vibrator. Her
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impersonal attitude somehow turns you on. You realize with a shock you have
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no choice at either end.
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Lisa and Dave come within seconds of each other, allowing you to collapse
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onto the lounge where you either pass out or fall asleep from exhaustion.
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As you sleep, you are vaguely aware of the sounds of a couple making love
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next to you, but you are too tired to waken.
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Suddenly you are shocked awake by an incredibly fierce stinging across
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your buttocks. You open your eyes and struggle to get up only to find that
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your arms and legs are tied to the four corners of the lounge. You are face
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down and Dave is free on the grass in front of you, his bonds gone. Lisa is
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kneeling behind you, gripping the wooden bread board in her hands, a wicked
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grin on her face.
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"Is Kitten awake now?" she says sweetly and your heart drops fifty feet.
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But you feel an incredible stirring in your sex as your mind whirls and
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tries to comprehend what fate awaits you now. You don't gave long to wait.
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You give a little whimper and suddenly Lisa is breathing on your neck.
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"Listen to me you Dominant Little Bitch! I'm going to teach you a few
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lessons about discipline. And you can whine and whimper all you want for
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all the good it will do you. That little spanking you gave me is going to
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seem like a love pat when I'm finished with your ass. And when I'm done
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Dave will get his turn!"
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Terror grips you and you struggle wildly against the cloth bindings but
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they are solid. And though your mind can't believe it is happening, really
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happening, you feel the wood of the heavy paddle resting on your bare
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bottom. "Think it's a fun game, do you, Bitch? Well how does it feel with
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your own ass on the line?"
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And suddenly there's a horribly loud smack and another and another, warm
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stinging spanks flooding your buttocks with pain. Again and again the
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paddle comes down, each blow seeming harder and fiercer than the previous,
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and soon all you can do is sob, tears pouring down your cheeks, your body
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convulsing under the blows.
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You'd give anything for a brief respite, to reach behind and rub your ass,
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cool down its unbearable burning. But the spanking continues without pause,
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Lisa giggling obscenely, enjoying this far too much.
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Then she stops, but only to slap and fondle your ass. "Nice and warm," she
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whispers as though telling you something you don't know. "Have you had
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enough yet? Or do you need more?" But now her hand has slipped between your
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legs and touched--just and only just touched--your starving clit, driving you
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to bouncing and thrithing on the lounge.
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"Please, Lisa," you beg. "Please stop. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I spanked
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you. I won't do it again, I promise. Please--I've had enough, please stop."
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But Lisa only gives one of those irritating little giggles and slaps your
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bottom. "I don't think your ready yet. Your ass is barely _pink_, and I
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want it _scarlet_!" With that she begins to paddle you again.
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By now your panic has calmed enough you can think more or less rationally.
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The blows hurt, you realize, but they are not fatal. The sound and concept
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terrifies you more than the actual pain. It's the shame and humilation that
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really hurt. Your mind has a terrifying picture of yourself lying naked in
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your back yard, tied and beaten like a mindless beast, your rump the color
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of watermelon flesh, the smiling face of Dave before you, watching every
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tear, every cry from your lips--the image torments you beyond your
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understanding.
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The pain is so fierce now you realize your body is reacting without your
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guidance. You are bouncing and flailing on the lounge, thrusting your
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buttocks high into the air in vain attempts to escape the angry paddle,
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terrible moans and cries escaping your lips. The pain has blotted out all
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other thoughts now. You hear someone crying loudly and realize in horror
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that it is you making all that noise.
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Lisa smacks you angrily. "Shut up, Bitch. You'll wake up the neighbors.
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Dave, why don't you shut her up?"
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Dave is getting up. Is _he_ going to punish you now? No, he is kneeling in
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front of you, his naked cock huge and large and in your face. In your
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_mouth_, rather. He's pushing it in roughly, and you are accepting it
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willingly. You suck on it, your sex dripping as you are turned on by what
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you are doing.
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Everything begins to blur as you struggle to eat this enormous cock in
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your mouth, tasting its salty oils, the paddle still loud in your ears, the
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pain of your buttocks somehow distant, evident but far away, nothing as
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important as this _thing_ inside you. You gasp and suck on it desperately,
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bathing it with your tongue, feeling Dave become aroused by your actions.
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Suddenly he comes, pumping again and again into the back of your throat,
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and you are eagerly gulping at the stuff, swallowing it with vigor.
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Then his cock is gone, your mouth empty and hollow, a giant void. The only
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|
thing left is the unlenting stinging of your buttocks, as Lisa continues to
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paddle your ass. But the pain is meaningless now, and you relax, groaning
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and wiggling under the blows, but no longer resisting.
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She stops finally and your bottom throbs mercilessly. You think that she
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must have paddled you _at least_ three times as much as you spanked her,
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and much harder. A naughty thought pops into your brain unbidden: "if I
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ever get her over my lap again I'll *really* paddle her." You are shocked
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at your wickedness, at your unrepentance, but mostly at the way your sex
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began to drip when you thought of Lisa's round bottom across your lap, the
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paddle in _your_ hand.
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But there is no more time for such thoughts. Dave and Lisa were whispering
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and Lisa went into the house. When she returns she is carrying a large
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cucumber. "Is this what you want, Dave?" she says with a wink. He nods.
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They untie you and lead on your knees to the grass. Your hands are placed
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behind your head and you are given warnings of severe punishment for moving
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them. Lisa kneels in front of you, holding the cucumber. Dave goes behind
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you, carrying the paddle. "Fuck it," he says in your ear. "I'm going to
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paddle you until you come, little Bitch."
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You are horrified. It's obscene, you think, but the very first blow from
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the paddle changes your mind. Your butt is already sore, but Dave paddles
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you much harder than Lisa, putting some of those great muscles into each
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stroke. Tears running down your face you begin to crawl on your knees
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toward the upright cucumber held by Lisa, thrusting your pelvis toward it.
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A part of you is wondering why you are not running to escape. You are no
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longer tied. You are free. Yet you crouch obediently with your hands behind
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your head and beg to be allowed to masterbate in front of others. You
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willingly offer your raw and naked buttocks for punishment, not even
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|
attempting to avoid the blows.
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Are you afraid of reprisals? Do you fear even worse punishment? Or is
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|
there something about the situation, your complete loss of control,
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|
perhaps, that appeals to you? Do you crave this punishment, this abasement?
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|
Perhaps your mind cannot face the answers. All you know at this point is
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that you _must_ get that cucumber inside you or you will die!
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|
Lisa toys with you, teasing your crotch by moving the cucumber slightly
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|
each time you reach it. The paddle is really hurting you and your sex is
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dripping so much you can feel the moisture running down your thighs. You
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are becoming desperate, pumping your hips forward in time with the loud
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|
smacks from the paddle, frantically attempting to mount the elusive
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|
cucumber. The picture of yourself this desperation presents in your mind
|
|
causes you to sob with shame, but still you push your sex forward.
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|
Finally Lisa seems to tire of her game and lets you succeed. The cucumber
|
|
is huge, much larger than any normal cock, but you jump on it eagerly,
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|
forcing it up into you, ignoring the fierce pain. As it brushes your clit
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|
you almost scream in delight and you begin to pump on it, thrusting
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|
yourself again and again against the rough surface of the vegetable.
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Dave paddles you harder and faster, the blows almost knocking you off
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|
balance. You are amazed at how much feeling throbs through your body. The
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|
flesh of your buttocks is alive with tiny stings and dull poundings, your
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|
nipples are hard and your breasts feel like they want to burst. Your clit
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|
is unbelievably sensitive.
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|
Strangely, the analytical part of your mind is trying to comprehend
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|
things. A part of you is fascinated by how different the paddle feels in
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|
your present kneeling position compared to when you were spread-eagle on
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|
the lounge. Your buttocks feel huge and swollen in this position, the
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|
paddle lifting the cheeks and making the flesh bounce much more than
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|
before. That seems to make the blows more pronounced, more noticeable.
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|
There's a little more give in the paddle from its horizontal movment, but
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|
Dave's strength more than makes up for that.
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|
You begin to come in slow bursts, each wave punctuated by terrible blows
|
|
from Dave's paddle. He knows you're climaxing and he's giving the last few
|
|
blows his all. Then the world is a blur as you thrust onto the cucumber for
|
|
the last time and collapse in exhaustion. Dave gives you a couple of spanks
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|
with his hand, but that's the last thing you remember clearly. All you can
|
|
think about is resting, the tension of the last few minutes (it seems like
|
|
_weeks_) catching up with you.
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|
You vaguely awake and feel an odd massaging sensation at your crotch. You
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|
try to get up, but find that you have been tied to the the lounge again.
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|
"Don't move, Kitten," says a sweet voice that brings to your mind anything
|
|
_but_ sweetness.
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|
"We do want to be careful, Kitten!" says Dave. Lisa laughs.
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|
You look and see that there is a mound of shaving cream covering your
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|
crotch. In horror you look at Lisa--she is holding your razor. "After all,
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|
Kitten, fair is fair."
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|
Lisa's voice gently continues as she and Dave begin shaving you.
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