Whip Hands

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    The two men, standing with bobbing erections at the ready, whooped in delight at the prospect of more action. They each grabbed Clare by a wrist and made her kneel. She protested a little, but then she saw the size of the erections in front of her face. Lou and Jeff lay invitingly side by side. Both rods jutted to attention before her. She had a choice to make. Ducking it, she reached out and placed a firm hand around each cock. Within seconds her skilful work had aroused both of them to a state of straining hardness.
    Taking advantage of the distraction, Mandy moved in from the rear. She knelt between the blonde’s legs, reached out and pulled her mottled arse towards her, making Clare arch her back. Clare turned round anxiously. Mandy gave her a reassuring smile then took hold of the other girl’s prominent lips, now wet and slippery to the touch. Clare stiffened as Mandy squeezed them just a little and rolled them between thumb and finger.
    Clare turned to the front again. Jeff gently pulled her down by the hair, wanting her to administer the most intense gratification of which she was capable to his pulsing rod. Her lips made soft contact with the purple head, then parted to travel slowly down beyond the bulge. He groaned loudly, echoed by Lou as Clare vigorously tugged at the other man’s aching rod with a thumb and forefinger positioned just below the glans.
    Now was her chance! Parting Clare’s glistening labia, Mandy brought the dildo up from slightly underneath and felt the soft kiss of those nether lips. Initially the girl’s upraised arse moved away, then inevitably it sunk down again to be speared by the raised dildo which Mandy supported with one hand.
    It was into Clare’s cunt by a couple of inches. Mandy was determined that she should take the full length up to the hilt. The task was surprisingly simple, she discovered, having never taken the man’s role before. Anticipating Clare’s moves, she gave a few gentle thrusts with her pelvis, pulling back but pushing slightly deeper each time.
    â€˜Oh, God, no! That’s too much!’ Clare gave a groan that seemed to come from deep within her. At the same time she arched her back even more, making it easier for Mandy to come at her from behind in an upright position. Mandy clutched Clare’s hips, making the submissive work to the rhythm she was imposing.
    It seemed as though Jeff had come by now. He slumped forward and Clare had taken his prick out of her mouth. Mandy upped the tempo, getting the feel of being fully behind the action rather than reacting to another’s control. Clare was whimpering like an animal at each quickening thrust, her muttering indecipherable.
    â€˜So how do you like working under the boss, girl?’ Mandy asked, giving her the deepest thrust yet. ‘I hope you’ll be prepared to obey him in every particular.’
    She took a series of high-pitched yelps from Clare as a positive answer. Mandy was now very aroused at having another woman’s body so totally under her control. The base of the dildo stimulated her own clitoris. She felt herself close to coming. There was but one further step to go to achieve the culmination of her pleasure.
    â€˜Take Lou’s prick in your mouth and make him come. Do as I say. Quick!’
    She felt the woman under her shift position slightly, then she heard Lou’s gasp of pleasure. Satisfied, she thrust more rapidly and with greater vigour. The tempo was matched by grunts from Clare accompanied by Lou’s longer groans, just like the sounds he made when he was making love to her. Well, this time the tables were turned, Mandy thought, as the first waves of her own orgasm engulfed her. In the distance she heard his shout of ecstasy as he climaxed, just as she had planned, then a throaty scream from Clare. She began to let herself go. The powerful wave went over her head. She gave a final lunge before sinking down on

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