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"Miranda Warning"
By Orestes
orestes007@hotmail.com
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Miranda couldn't believe that people posted crap like this to the
internet. It was obviously just spam, posted to the targeted audience
of one of the web personals sites. It was posted in the category 'Male
seeking Female' with the headline 'Submit yourself to me'. When she
opened the message, it seemed too ridiculous to take seriously. The
poster claimed to have a subliminal hypnosis program that would work
through the monitor of any computer.
' Complete every session, and it will turn you into a completely
submissive slut who will do anything to be humiliated and abused. Don't
say I didn't warn you.'
Well there's a sales pitch. Who the hell did the guy expect to sell
this program to, women who had nothing better to do than fantasize
about being his fuck-toy ? He had an awfully big opinion of himself.
Just out of a perverse curiosity, Miranda clicked on the e-mail link.
' How do I get the program ?' she asked.
She fully expected to get a reply with a request for $24.95, cheque,
money order, or visa, thank you very much. By the time the response
came the next evening, she had almost forgotten that she even sent the
e-mail. Instead of a request for cash, attached to her e-mail was a
file named 'Sbmit1.exe'.
Okay, so it wasn't spam. Correction. It wasn't spam...yet. The creep
would still probably ask for money for Sbmit2 or 3. Either that, or the
program was just a delivery device for a virus. No big deal, Miranda
figured. She had bought a new computer recently, and the old was still
hooked up. All she had to do was load the program into the old
computer. That way, she could see what the program was about, and not
take any risks with a virus.
Miranda copied the program onto a floppy, and took it to the spare
room, to where the older computer had been displaced. She wasn't sure
why she even bothered. Boredom probably. Her husband's new schedule had
him working evenings. Patrick wouldn't be home from work for another
couple of hours, and she usually just spent this time cruising the
internet. It would be good for a laugh anyhow.
Upon opening the file, the screen of the older computer displayed a
message.
' Hypnotic display session 1
Duration 5 minutes followed by instructions
Press <enter> to continue '
She pressed the key. The screen began to flash with an array of
colours, first slowly, and then with a rapidly increasing pace. Nothing
terribly complex. Simple designs floated through her line of vision.
She had to admit that the visual stimulation was relaxing, and even
somewhat erotic, but there was no hypnotic trance. It was just a cute
little graphics program. After five minutes, the screen gently phased
back into text, displaying a screen full of instructions.
' Print this page now ' were the first instructions. Miranda clicked
in the command to send the file to the printer. She didn't mind playing
along with the program. It seemed harmless enough, and she did have
some sexual tension to work off. When the page was printed, she pulled
it from the printer and began to read.
' Suspend your disbelief. If you have come this far, you are at
least willing to do that. Give these instructions the next half hour of
your life.'
Miranda decided that she could do that. As an editor for a book
publisher, being able to suspend disbelief was almost an occupational
requirement. She tried not to allow her eyes to skip ahead on the page,
as was her habit when reading.
' Take this set of instructions with you to a place where you can
view yourself in a mirror. I want you to see yourself obey my commands.
Once you see how much it turns you on to follow my commands, you will
be mine. '
Miranda picked up the sheet of paper, and brought it to the bedroom.
She set it down on the dresser and looked into the full length mirror
on the bathroom door. She smiled at her reflection, feeling a little
silly for playing along with the author of these words.
' Remove all of your clothing. Do this quickly now. I know that you
are eager to be naked for me. '
She had no reason to feel self conscious. She was the only one
around. Nonetheless, it felt odd stripping of her clothes at the
written commands. She thought of the thrill it might give the author if
he knew that she was actually going through with it.
Miranda looked at her body in the mirror. She had been working out
recently, and was quite proud of the results. She turned and inspected
her body for a minute before reading the next instructions.
' Symbols are important. You will wear a symbol for me, to show your
submission. Find a strip of black cloth, ribbon, or string, and tie it
around your neck. It will be the only ornament on your naked body. It
will symbolize your obedience to me. '
Miranda liked the direction this was going. In truth, the initial
reason she had been looking in the online personals, and that she
opened a message titled ' Submit yourself to me' was because she took a
thrill from games of domination. Patrick tried his best, but he wasn't
really into it. So, she often lived vicariously through personals and
stories posted to the internet. Not that she ever intended to do
anything about it, but it helped to satisfy her appetites.
She went to the closet, and looked for a suitable piece of black
cloth. After a minute of searching, she finally just decided to remove
the shoelace from a black pair of boots. When she went back to the
mirror, she watched her reflected self as she tied the lace around her
neck. She smiled at herself again. This was getting her really horny.
Who would have guessed that she would enjoy participatory fiction ?
' The black band around your neck is your slave collar. If you had
any doubts about serving me, they are gone now. Through this symbol of
submission, I am in the room with you now, watching you through the
mirror. Come closer now. I want to touch you. '
Miranda took a step closer to the mirror. She moved the page of
instructions along the top of the dresser so that she could still read
it.
' Your nipples are pointed now. I can see them through your eyes.
Your hand will act as mine. Explore your body with it. Feel my hand
upon your flesh. '
She moved her right hand across her body now. She watched herself in
the mirror. With little effort, she could imagine that the hand
exploring her body belonged to someone else; to the unknown author. She
cupped her own breasts, and circled the nipples. They were hard between
her fingers. She felt up and down her body, showing her imaginary lover
every inch.
Her hand went to the string around her neck. She liked the look of
it in the mirror. She imagined that his hand was tight around the
collar, and that he was in total control of her. Her hand ran across
her belly, around her hip, and caressed her naked ass. She could
imagine his body pressed up against her, perhaps his cock brushing
across the curve of her ass. When her hand finally found her pussy, it
was like an electric jolt went through her body. She looked back to the
instructions.
' You are showing me your pussy now. You are guiding my fingers into
your wetness. My fingers are hot with your juices. I can feel you
pushing your body against me. You want me to finish you. Not yet. I
want to taste you first. Guide my fingers to your mouth, slave. Taste
them for me. '
It was like he was in the room with her, and the words on the page
almost took on a real voice. Without hesitation, Miranda brought her
fingers to her lips, and sunk them to her mouth. She sucked them
eagerly, working her tongue around her fingers. Her taste was strong on
her hand.
' Look me in the eyes. I can see into your soul. Bring your lips to
mine, and I will let you cum. '
Those were the last of the instructions. Miranda caught her own eyes
in the mirror. They were eyes that could see every secret she held. She
brought her lips to the mirror. The glass was cold, but she could feel
his tongue against hers. Her hand had found her pussy again.
" Mmmf, " she hear herself groan, as she strained to push her tongue
further into the glass. The mirror was fogging under her hot breath.
Her legs were weak. She dropped to her knees in front of the mirror,
but her mouth would not free itself. Her lips slid down the mirror,
keeping her in contact with the tongue of her lover. All of her
feelings came now from the black lace around her neck. Even as her
pussy began to send shock waves of pleasure through her body, the
feelings seemed to be an originate from the collar around her neck.
I am a slave, she told herself silently. A submissive slut. To be
used. Abused. Fucked by my master.
The collar felt so heavy. The mirror was warming against her lips.
Her pussy was throbbing against her hand. When she finally lost
control, she swore that she could feel the mirror kissing back.
Miranda thought a lot about the program while she was at work the
next day. It gave her little shivers of excitement. It was exactly what
she was missing in her love life; a little harmless fun with a dominant
lover. A fantasy lover, but a lover nonetheless. She still wore the
shoelace, as a reminder, tied tightly around her ankle.
She still didn't put any stock in the idea of the subliminal
hypnosis program. The screen display was just a nice little prelude,
and helped to put her into the mood. It was just a psychological tool
really, to allow her to take the written instructions seriously. If the
instructions had come to her any other way, she was sure that she would
have ignored them.
" How far do I want to go with this ?" she found herself asking
aloud, while alone in her office. She certainly didn't want to let
Patrick know about the program. It all seemed pretty harmless, though.
She would play it by ear.
She sent another e-mail that evening.
' How do I get the next session ?'
To her surprise, the e-mail response was back within an hour.
' Fill out this questionnaire with your personal information.
Enclose your slave collar in the same envelope, and send it to me. It
is a symbol of your obedience, given freely to me. '
The address was to a man called Walker, and was over half a
continent away from Miranda's home. Up to this point, Miranda had been
careful to only send e-mail through an anonymous address. She was a
little concerned about providing her personal information to this
Walker. She opened the file to the questionnaire, and was relieved to
find that it didn't ask any questions that would reveal her identity.
The questions were about her physical description, sexual preferences,
and marital status.
For a minute, she considered lying about the details, but somehow
that felt wrong. Anyhow, there was no danger in answering truthfully.
This guy was miles away, and had no idea who she was. He might find out
where she mailed the letter from by reading the postmark, but there was
no way that she was putting down a return address.
So, she filled out the questionnaire and enclosed it in an envelope.
Miranda untied the lace from around her ankle. For some reason, she was
reluctant to part with the black shoelace. The man was right, symbols
are important. Nonetheless, she was anxious to receive the next session
of the program, so she dropped the lace into the envelope and sent the
letter.
The next two weeks, Miranda anxiously awaited a reply in her e-mail.
She couldn't believe how excited she was about getting her next set of
instructions. When she finally received an e-mail from the man named
Walker, she opened it immediately.
' I'm pleased that you obeyed my directions. Are you ready to take
it one step further ? Your instructions await following the
presentation of Sbmit2.exe. '
Miranda liked the sounds of this. She was definitely ready to go
further. This time she didn't bother to load the program onto the
second computer, and ran it right away.
' Hypnotic display session 2
Duration 10 minutes followed by instructions
Press <enter> to continue '
She pressed the key. This program was much better than the first.
Within the shimmering colours of the display, Miranda could make out
what seemed to be human forms. The glimpses were brief, and left her
looking for more. The images were ghostly. She thought she saw a
woman... no... two women. Were they being whipped ? The scene was too
fleeting.
Miranda could feel her body reacting. There was no way to know if it
was the result of the images of the display, or the anticipation of the
following instructions. By the time the images faded, and the screen
phased slowly back to text, Miranda was shaking with sexual desire. She
printed the page immediately.
' You have come this far, though you still doubt the effects of the
display. Perhaps you were born to be my slave. Perhaps the program does
nothing. It is not important. What is important is that you know that
you will do exactly what I say, because you are my little whore now.
You will enjoy every moment of your surrender to me. '
Miranda was reading quickly. She needed to cum so badly now.
' I will give you only one chance to continue. If you cannot follow
my instructions exactly, I have no further use for you. Symbols are
important, little one. I hold your slave collar in my hand as I write
these instructions.'
The thought sent shivers through Miranda's body.
' Tonight you will wear black panties as our symbol. Get them now.
You will wear them with a short skirt for me, and then I will tell you
what to do. '
She took the sheet of paper with her to the bedroom. She stripped
out of her jeans, and pulled off her white panties. In her dresser, she
had a pair of lacy black panties that Patrick had bought for her. They
were perfect. She also found a short skirt to wear. Instinctively, she
looked tot he mirror for Walker's approval. Her bare legs looked
delicious. She could hardly wait to get her hands between them.
' How slutty you must feel, wearing only black panties and a tiny
little skirt. What kind of a whore would go out in public wearing what
you are wearing now ? You will. I'll see to it. I have made some plans
for you this evening. '
Miranda could feel her heart swelling with a mixture of fear and
excitement. This game was going too far. What if someone saw her ? What
would they think ? Her mind protested the commands on the printed page,
but her body was anxious to feel the sting of humiliation. Perhaps,
even, the sting of his whip She consumed the rest of the instructions
eagerly.
' I have arranged an encounter. You will display yourself for me. I
met a man in a chat room yesterday. He lives in your city. Your are
going to show him your black panties, and when he sees you wearing
them, he will know that what I've told him is true. He will know that
you are my little slut. That you belong to me. '
' What will I let him do to you ? You are anxious to know. '
' Why, nothing, my dear little pet. I could have you do anything,
couldn't I ? But tonight, this man will only watch. He will see you at
the main branch of the public library. He will be upstairs, at a study
table, and you will sit across from him. Perhaps no one will notice as
he looks up your skirt through a mirror in his lap. '
' What a naughty little slut you are to be spreading your legs so.
He will watch as you drop your hand under your skirt, and squirm out of
your panties. He'll see them around your ankles. Does anyone else see
what's going on ? It doesn't matter. '
' He'll watch your face as you begin to stroke your pussy for me.
You will see his eyes drop down to the mirror in his lap. Imagine how
it will feel to have a total stranger watch you as you slide your
fingers along your wet pussy. You must feel like a real slut, knowing
that you will do this for me. '
' Give him a good show for me. He will be there at eight o' clock.
When you are done, mail me your black panties to receive the next
session. '
Miranda's internal debate didn't last long. This was more excitement
than she had ever had with Patrick, and she knew that she couldn't
resist. In less than an hour, she was at the library.
One of the librarians was watching her as she climbed the narrow set
of stairs. From her vantage point, she could probably see most of the
way up Miranda's skirt. Her face flushed red. It wasn't even summer.
She looked totally out of place in the tiny little skirt. At least the
library was fairly empty this evening.
On the second floor, she looked for the study tables. She was a few
minutes early, and the study tables were empty. She couldn't help but
scan the room. Where was this man ? Was he waiting among the rows of
books, or had he been downstairs, watching for her in the lobby ? She
was breathing heavily. She was sure than anyone would be able to see
her state of excitement.
Eight o'clock came. She was in amongst the rows of books, watching
the tables. The suspense was killing her. Then, like clockwork, and man
came up the stairs and stationed himself at one of the study tables.
She started to go over, to sit across from the man, when another
library patron came out from the rows of books and took a place the
second table. He flashed her a smile. Her heart raced. She had almost
chosen the wrong man.
She walked over to the second table. He watched her. His eyes ran up
and down her legs. Miranda could feel her pussy twitch when the man ran
his tongue across his lips. She felt so very cheap. They both knew that
she was here to give him a peep show, like some sort of sleazy stripper.
Miranda sat across from him. He was looking into his lap now, maybe
adjusting the mirror to get a good view up her skirt. For a minute, she
couldn't bring herself to uncross her legs. It was so unladylike. His
eyes were riveted in his lap.
Slowly, she uncrossed her legs. With one hand, she pulled the edge
of her skirt back to give him a good view of the black lacy panties.
God, she couldn't believe she was doing this in a public place. Anyone
could see. Her eyes flashed around the room. No one was looking. Time
to pull down her panties.
Both hands now went down below. She lifted her ass from the chair,
and pulled the panties down on her thighs. She watched the man. He was
smiling now. Had he caught his first glimpse of her pussy ?
She bent forward a bit, and pulled the panties down her legs, until
they rested around her ankles. Taking a deep breath, she spread her
legs again, and pushed her crotch to the edge of the chair.
" Oh, that's nice, " the man across the table said quietly. Miranda
blushed.
Could he see how wet she was, Miranda wondered. She couldn't wait
any longer. Taking another self-conscious glance around the room, she
dropped one hand between her legs and began to frig herself. Just as
Walker had described, the man looked up to see her face as she began to
jerk off for his viewing pleasure. Her mouth hung open slightly, her
eyes locked on his. He looked again to the mirror in his lap.
There was a woman in the row of books across from her. She bent down
to look at the lower shelves. Was she watching too ? The idea mortified
Miranda, but her lust drove her forward. Her hips were gyrating now at
the edge of the chair, and anyone who was looking at her face would
surely see that she was in the heat of passion. She tried in vain to
keep herself silent, but a low whine was escaping her throat.
The woman in the row of books was watching now, not even pretending
to look at the literature anthologies before her. The man at the table
was fixed on the mirror. Miranda wouldn't last much longer. Her
humiliation was only increasing her lust. At that last moment, when she
knew that she couldn't retreat from climax, she locked eyes with the
woman at the row of books.
Orgasm ripped through her, throwing her body into convulsions. Her
fingers worked furiously to extend the moment, as they became soaked
with her juices. Her low whine intensified into a muffled squeal, as
her body jerked on the edge of the chair. Finally, as the last peak of
pleasure escaped her, Miranda slumped back into the wooden chair to
catch her breath.
The man across form her was smiling in her direction. She couldn't
even look at the woman who was watching. She bent forward, and balled
up the black panties in her hand. She needed to get out of there. The
embarrassment was too much. She stuffed the panties into her purse, and
made a direct line to the front door.
The next day, Miranda sent her panties to Walker. Just like the
black lace, she was reluctant to part with the black panties, but as
embarrassing as the scene at the library had been, she couldn't take
her mind off of it. It was the best orgasm she'd had in years. The
thrill of following the unknown author's commands was undeniable. She
wanted nothing more than to get the next session, and to print her next
sheet of instructions.
When she finally heard back from Walker, her hands were shaking. Two
weeks had passed, and her sexual fantasies had only intensified. She
masturbated every night, thinking about what he would tell her to do
next. Even when she made love to Patrick, her mind was only on her next
set of instructions.
The symbols were in her dreams. She saw herself bare, wearing only
the black lace around her neck, and the black panties around her
ankles. They marked her as his possession. She always awoke wondering
what symbol he would ask her to send him next.
' I am pleased by your appearance at the library, ' he wrote. ' My
new friend tells me that you are quite an attractive little thing. You
will make a fine addition to my collection. Are you ready to submit
yourself completely to me ? Your instructions await after viewing
Sbmit3.exe.'
She could click the mouse fast enough.
The third session was an amazing display. Far from the shadowy
images of the first and second programs, the screen lit up with vivid
scenes. Miranda mentally placed herself in every scene. Her body was on
fire. The display showed women in tight bondage, leather cutting into
their pale flesh. The shimmering colours of the screen heightened the
reality for her. She wanted to be there, to be used and punished. When
the images faded, they left Miranda hungry for more.
' You must serve me fully, Miranda, ' the instructions began.
Somehow he knew her name. ' Your body is not my prize, it is your soul.
I hold your symbols of submission with me now. You have given these
freely to me, but there is one more symbol which you must give freely. '
' Do not guess. You will know the symbol by the end of this evening.
By then, you will know how truly you have become my slut. I know the
lust that burns in your soul. You crave humiliation, degradation,
abuse, and submission. Yes, you will know exactly what symbol you need
to send me. '
' Tonight, you will make a call on a friend of mine. He is visiting
your city on business. I am allowing him to borrow you, and another one
of my new playthings. He will do what he pleases with both of you. Are
you ready to let yourself be used by my friend, whore ? I think so. '
' He will be staying at the Empress Hotel. Be there at nine. '
Miranda didn't know what to think. The scene at the library paled in
comparison to this. This was so open-ended. Walker's friend might do
anything to her. Her anxiety grew, but she knew that she would obey.
She couldn't stop now. Miranda so desperately wanted this in her life.
The lobby of the Empress was elegant. Every surface sparkled of
marble or brass. Miranda didn't know quite what to do, so she sat in
one of the stuffed chairs of the lobby, and looked nervously around the
large room. The place was almost deserted. Another woman, a black girl
barely over twenty, waited in the lobby nearby. She was nervous too.
Miranda wondered if this was Walker's other girl. She wondered if
the girl had responded to the e-mail the same way she had, or if she
too had displayed herself in the library. Most of all, she wondered
what Walker's friend would want them to do.
A phone rang. It was the front desk. A hotel employee picked it up.
" Front desk, " she answered cheerily. A slight pause while she
listened to the request.
" Yes sir, " she said, scanning the lobby with her eyes. " Right
away sir. "
The employee walked out from behind the front desk, and towards
where Miranda and the other girl were sitting.
" Excuse me ladies, " she started. " Are either of you here to visit
a Brent Fitzgerald ?"
" I think so, " Miranda answered quickly.
" Yes, " said the black girl, almost simultaneously.
The desk clerk seemed confused. She obviously thought that her guest
was only expecting one visitor.
" He asked me to send you up to room 420. "
In the elevator, there was an awkward silence between the two women.
Miranda finally broke the ice.
" Are you nervous about this ?"
A stupid question, she thought instantly, but the black girl seemed
relieved to answer.
" Oh, god yes. I don't even know why I'm doing this. My name is
Carmen, by the way. "
" Miranda. Good to meet you. "
The elevator door slid open, and the women walked together down the
hallway. When they found room 420, they looked at each other. If either
was having doubts, this was the time to walk away. Miranda knocked on
the door.
A man opened the door. He was well dressed, and looked like a
businessman. He looked the two women up and down, and then invited them
in.
" All right bitches, " he started, with a sharp tone in his voice. "
Let's see the goods. "
Carmen shot Miranda a look. In response, Brent slapped the girl
across the face.
" Don't look at her. You're here to serve me, bitch. Now, get the
fuck out of your clothes. "
Miranda didn't delay. She was horny as hell, and, if she were honest
with herself, she couldn't wait to see Carmen's naked body either. Not
that she had ever done anything with a woman, but the idea of seeing
this cute black girl getting her ass whipped made Miranda quiver.
When her clothes were off, she waited for another command from Brent.
" Mmm, I got a couple of pretty ones this time. Lucky me. Both of
you, get on your knees, facing each other. "
The women dropped to their knees at his command. Brent unzipped his
suit pants, and fished out his cock. He stood beside them now, and
stroked his hardening tool in front of their faces.
" You know what you're here to do, you dirty whores. Why the fuck
else would you be in my room, naked, and on your knees ? "
Carmen was the first to begin sucking. She slipped her mouth over
the tip of his cock. Miranda came forward too. She tongued the base of
his cock and his balls while the black girl sucked him into her throat.
" Oh yeah, you're a couple of natural cock suckers. That's good.
That's where your tongue belongs, licking my balls bitch. "
The guy obviously got off on verbally abusing the women. He had one
hand on the back of each woman's head. He forced their mouths together
at the tip of his cock. Miranda could feel Carmen's tongue slipping
across hers as they both licked and sucked the swollen head of this
man's penis.
She drank in all of the sensations. The feel of his saliva coated
cock against her lips and mouth, the smell of Carmen's perfume, and the
heat of the girl's lips against hers. She soaked in the words of the
man who held her head. He was so right. This is where she belonged, on
her knees, serving a man.
" That's a good little whore, " he told Miranda now, as he guided
his tool into her throat. Carmen lapped at his balls from beneath. "
Take it in your throat bitch. A hot little slut like you should always
have a cock in her throat. "
He was breathing hard now. Miranda could taste his pre-cum leaking
onto the back of her tongue. She wanted so badly to feel his cock swell
in her mouth, but he finally pulled her away.
" Bend over the bed, " he commanded. " Display your asses for me. "
Side by side, the women bent over the edge of the bed. He stood
behind them, and pulled his belt free from his pants. The first blow
landed on Carmen's ass. The black girl yelped and jerked forward on the
bed. Miranda knew that the sting of the leather would belong to her
next.
" Ahh, " she cried out. It was more painful than she was prepared
for.
" That's right, you naughty little bitches. I'm going to whip your
little asses until they're good and red. You need this, don't you ? Who
wants the next one ?"
" I do, " begged Miranda. The sting of the first blow still lingered
on her skin. Her pussy was dripping with excitement. She wanted, no,
she needed another blow. And she got it.
Miranda wished that she could watch this scene. She heard the belt
come down on Carmen's ass, and she wondered what it would look like
from behind, the two women bent forward, begging to be whipped.
" Please, more, " she begged over and over again, as the businessman
took out his frustrations on both girls' behinds. Miranda was desperate
to get her share of the punishment.
" Oh, this is a pretty sight, " Brent told the girls, when he
finally stopped the strapping. " I've got two bad little whores who got
the punishment they deserve. Get up on the bed, girls, I'm not done
with you yet. "
Miranda crawled unsteadily. Her body was shaking from the pain.
" I want to see you two whores lick each other. " He swatted
Miranda's ass. " Straddle her face. "
She waited for Carmen to lay on her back. Miranda was sure that she
couldn't hold off cumming for long. The very idea of Carmen's hot
tongue pushing between the lips of her pussy from below was enough to
make tingles of pleasure buzz through her body.
Miranda positioned herself over the black girl. No, she wasn't a
lesbian, but the idea of doing this thing, of performing this way for
the pleasure of a man, it appealed to her submissive side. He was
watching, she knew, as she dropped her face down between the black
girl's thighs.
She was tasting another woman for the first time, and she was doing
it for him. Not for Brent, although it turned her on that he was
watching, but for Walker. Would Brent describe this to him, tell him
how eagerly she had lapped pussy at his command ? She hoped so. She
wanted to please Walker so desperately.
" Nnng, " she heard Carmen moan, as the pushed her tongue against
the girl's clit. She could feel Carmen's tongue probing her now. It
felt so wrong to have a woman's tongue between her legs, but it felt so
right to obey Brent's orders. Obedience. Humiliation. That's what she
wanted most.
" Oh, yeah, " said Brent. " It looks like you two get along just
fine. I'll bet that you lick cunt just as well as you suck cock. Mmm,
decisions, decisions. Which pussy should I fuck ?"
His hand rested on Miranda's ass. Her ass was warm from the belt.
Brent made his choice. He knelt behind Miranda now, and pushed the head
of his cock against her pussy, which was wet from both her juices, and
from Carmen's mouth. He rested his cock there, at her entrance for a
minute, while the black girl's tongue danced along the joining flesh.
" Aaah, that's it, nice and wet for me now, " he said, as he pushed
his cock inside of Miranda. " You're a hot little slut, aren't you ?"
Miranda could only agree with a muffled grunt as she lapped at the
pussy of the black girl beneath her. The cock felt strange within her.
It was larger than her husband's. The reality of the situation was
coming home to her. What else could she be but a whore ? Here she was,
with a stranger's cock in her pussy, pleasing a woman at his command.
What else could she be but a dirty little whore, to be fucked by any
stranger that Walker allowed, any time he wanted ? To be whipped while
she begged for it. To suck any cock that was shoved in her face.
" Mmmf, oh, god, I'm cumming, " Miranda jerked back and forth on
Brent's cock as he slammed into her roughly. She could feel Carmen's
lips closed around her clit as her whole body went into spasm.
" That's it, slut, " Brent told her. " Squeeze my cock with that
tight little pussy of yours. God, it feels so good. "
Every thrust brought a new wave of intense pleasure to Miranda's
shaking body. Brent was really giving it to her. She was only starting
to come down from her own orgasm when his cock exploded within her.
" Oh, yeah, you'll take my cum like a good little whore. I'm filling
you up, bitch. Do you like that ? Do you like taking my cream ? Oh,
god, yes. "
The only one of the three who hadn't reached climax was Carmen, who
was busily slurping at the mixed cum that was leaking from around
Brent's prick. Miranda renewed her efforts on the black girl's clit.
Carmen began to cum almost instantly.
Brent pulled out, leaving Carmen to finish her orgasm while his
sperm spilled out over her face from inside of Miranda. When the girl
finally came down from her climax, the women just remained in position,
gently kissing and sucking each other's inner thighs while they caught
their breath.
" All right, I'm done with you whores. You can get dressed and get
the fuck out of here now. "
Miranda had never felt so thoroughly used in all her life, and it
felt so right. Yes, she was just a whore, to be cast aside when she was
done. Walker knew it. That's why he had lent her to this man.
She gathered her clothing, and hastily dressed. Carmen did the same.
Brent stood at the door. Before they left, he pulled out his wallet.
" Here you go, slut, " he said, pressing a crumpled fifty dollar
bill into Miranda's hand.
The next day, Miranda sent out her letter to Walker. He was right.
She knew exactly what he wanted her to enclose in the envelope. It was
a symbol, after all, and symbols are important. First she dropped in
the fifty, but that wasn't enough. It wasn't the symbol he was looking
for, she knew.
She paused for a moment. This one was hard to let go of too, but she
couldn't resist.
Before mailing the envelope, she dropped in her wedding ring.
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