feel the bite of the crop
on her aching naked cunt.
“How many?” Claire repeated.
“Six!” Karen heard herself speak the words but had no idea why she had
chosen that number.
Shocked with herself she turned her head to look at Richard through a
tangle of tousled hair. He was sat in the chair next to the bed and had removed
his trousers. He had his cock in his hand and was manipulating himself as he
watched her. She had never seen him look so aroused.
“Six?” Claire repeated her words. “Six it is then!”
Karen tossed her head to shake the hair from her eyes and bit her lip
as she looked across at Richard. She heard the woosh of air followed by the stifling pain of the first strike as Claire counted
“One!”
“Two!” Claire continued to count. Somewhere three and four became lost
in the mist of pleasure and pain that swam about Karen’s body. The fifth strike
was harder than any of those that had come before and Karen arched up on the bed
in response, a gurgled cry coming from somewhere deep inside her. As she
relaxed again the burning heat ate into her buttocks and thighs and worked its
way to her clitoris, she looked at Richard again and watched as he responded by
stroking his rigid erect cock feverishly.
She heard Claire take a deep breath as she took time to steady herself
for the final blow. A whoosh of air and an incredible burst of pain exploded
across Karen’s buttocks. She felt herself tremble and a wave of orgasm shot
through her body. She heard her own cries, almost muffled by the hissing in her
ears as wave after wave swept through her. Her muscles contracted within her,
desperate, aching, searching . She wanted Richards cock
and she wanted it now.
“My, my!” she heard Claire say. “Look at the slut buck!”
Suddenly the strikes stopped and she felt Claire climb on to the bed
and kneel between her legs. She tried to move but with her legs still firmly
tied wide apart no amount of twisting or arching would allow her to resist.
“Look Richard, She’s absolutely gushing!” Claire said taking a close up
look between Karen’s legs, her golden hair spilling across her painfully
striped buttocks and thighs.
Karen felt a finger probe against her labia. Her instant reaction was to
try to push against it, to force it into her cunt. Suddenly she realised that
the finger was Claire’s. She had never been touched by a woman before. She
wasn’t a lesbian! She couldn’t………she couldn’t! She tried to resist but her own
arousal was now driving her and at that point in time she would have taken any
form of relief for her desperate cunt.
“I know.” Claire said with mock sympathy “I know. You’re thinking that your not some crazy sex driven
lesbian, not some sluty whore but then.....” Claire
laughed loudly “You really could do with getting that cunt filled couldn’t
you?”
Karen couldn’t believe it. How could she know what she was thinking?
“But you know my dear that you are wrong. You are a lesbian slut. If
that’s what I want you to be then that’s what you are.” Claire continued , touching teasingly at Karen’s swollen lips. “You need to
fuck right now don’t you? Any fuck will do. You couldn’t give a damn who was
fucking you. Man or woman. Am I right?”
“Bitch!” Karen said.
“Oh, you may well be right! But do you want to be fucked you little
lesbian slut?”
“I’m not a fucking lesbian!”
“But you do want some cock? Is that it?” Claire was teasing her. She
slipped the tip of her finger into the opening of Karen’s cunt. Karen bucked
and writhed to escape it’s probing.
“Fucking bitch!”
“Fucking lesbian.” Claire taunted her.
“Fuck off”
“Fuck ME! That’s what you really want to say isn’t it?”
Karen buried her face in the bedclothes in frustration.
“Richard darling, stop wanking that gorgeous hot cock of yours.” She
leaned over Karen now, pressing her bosom against her back and whispered in her
ear “He does that
on her aching naked cunt.
“How many?” Claire repeated.
“Six!” Karen heard herself speak the words but had no idea why she had
chosen that number.
Shocked with herself she turned her head to look at Richard through a
tangle of tousled hair. He was sat in the chair next to the bed and had removed
his trousers. He had his cock in his hand and was manipulating himself as he
watched her. She had never seen him look so aroused.
“Six?” Claire repeated her words. “Six it is then!”
Karen tossed her head to shake the hair from her eyes and bit her lip
as she looked across at Richard. She heard the woosh of air followed by the stifling pain of the first strike as Claire counted
“One!”
“Two!” Claire continued to count. Somewhere three and four became lost
in the mist of pleasure and pain that swam about Karen’s body. The fifth strike
was harder than any of those that had come before and Karen arched up on the bed
in response, a gurgled cry coming from somewhere deep inside her. As she
relaxed again the burning heat ate into her buttocks and thighs and worked its
way to her clitoris, she looked at Richard again and watched as he responded by
stroking his rigid erect cock feverishly.
She heard Claire take a deep breath as she took time to steady herself
for the final blow. A whoosh of air and an incredible burst of pain exploded
across Karen’s buttocks. She felt herself tremble and a wave of orgasm shot
through her body. She heard her own cries, almost muffled by the hissing in her
ears as wave after wave swept through her. Her muscles contracted within her,
desperate, aching, searching . She wanted Richards cock
and she wanted it now.
“My, my!” she heard Claire say. “Look at the slut buck!”
Suddenly the strikes stopped and she felt Claire climb on to the bed
and kneel between her legs. She tried to move but with her legs still firmly
tied wide apart no amount of twisting or arching would allow her to resist.
“Look Richard, She’s absolutely gushing!” Claire said taking a close up
look between Karen’s legs, her golden hair spilling across her painfully
striped buttocks and thighs.
Karen felt a finger probe against her labia. Her instant reaction was to
try to push against it, to force it into her cunt. Suddenly she realised that
the finger was Claire’s. She had never been touched by a woman before. She
wasn’t a lesbian! She couldn’t………she couldn’t! She tried to resist but her own
arousal was now driving her and at that point in time she would have taken any
form of relief for her desperate cunt.
“I know.” Claire said with mock sympathy “I know. You’re thinking that your not some crazy sex driven
lesbian, not some sluty whore but then.....” Claire
laughed loudly “You really could do with getting that cunt filled couldn’t
you?”
Karen couldn’t believe it. How could she know what she was thinking?
“But you know my dear that you are wrong. You are a lesbian slut. If
that’s what I want you to be then that’s what you are.” Claire continued , touching teasingly at Karen’s swollen lips. “You need to
fuck right now don’t you? Any fuck will do. You couldn’t give a damn who was
fucking you. Man or woman. Am I right?”
“Bitch!” Karen said.
“Oh, you may well be right! But do you want to be fucked you little
lesbian slut?”
“I’m not a fucking lesbian!”
“But you do want some cock? Is that it?” Claire was teasing her. She
slipped the tip of her finger into the opening of Karen’s cunt. Karen bucked
and writhed to escape it’s probing.
“Fucking bitch!”
“Fucking lesbian.” Claire taunted her.
“Fuck off”
“Fuck ME! That’s what you really want to say isn’t it?”
Karen buried her face in the bedclothes in frustration.
“Richard darling, stop wanking that gorgeous hot cock of yours.” She
leaned over Karen now, pressing her bosom against her back and whispered in her
ear “He does that
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