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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
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Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@hotmail.com
All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance
to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
Our New Toy
Part 01
By
Norm DePloom
normdeploom@hotmail.com
Nancy road in silence as I drove home.
"What's on your mind?" I asked reaching over and giving her knee a squeeze.
She smiled and chuckled.
"I was just thinking about Patsy." She replied scooting over closer to me.
"She turned out to have quite a body on her didn't she?" I asked letting my
hand wander up from Nancy's knee to her inner thigh.
"I'm not really surprised by her figure." Nancy relaxed her legs and
welcomed my hand. "I was thinking more about the way you and Greg took off
her bathing suit." It was my turn to chuckle.
Nancy and I had spent the warm spring afternoon skinny-dipping at a secluded
bend in the river with a group of our friends. Since we were married and in
college we became the official 'adult supervision' for trips to the river
made up of mostly younger friends who were still in high school.
The incident Nancy was referring to happened shortly after we had arrived at
our favorite 'swimming hole' on the river. By the time Patsy had removed
her ultra modest outer clothing to reveal her extremely modest two-piece
bathing suit the rest of us were frolicking in the water, buck-naked.
Despite the cajoling and please of the entire group she refused to take off
her bathing suite.
I smiled and my cock began to harden as I remembered Greg and I walking over
to where she was wading in knee-deep water. Without asking her permission,
or giving her a chance to protest, we removed her bathing suite. To our
great surprise she did not try to stop us, or fight us off.
Her only reaction was to blush, and try to cover herself with her hands.
And what a blush it was, she turned red clear down to the tops of her
exposed breasts. Greg and I confiscated her bathing suite, and her cloths,
just to make sure she did not put them back on. We probably did not need
to. Even thought she spent the entire afternoon blushing and trying to hide
parts of her self, she did not ask for her clothes back, nor make any
protest about the way she was being treated.
"I can tell you were impressed with her figure." Nancy committed giving my
rapidly hardening cock a squeeze.
"Non of the males could take their eyes off her." I said in my own defense.
"Nor could half the females." Nancy conceded as she spread her legs and
allowed my fingers to push the crotch of her bathing suite aside. "I think
she just might be the one."
"What do you mean?" I asked giving her a quick quizzical look while my
fingers explored the moist warmth of her exposed cunt.
"Oh come on know." Nancy looked at me with amazement. "Exactly what have we
spent almost every waking minute of the last three months talking about?"
The light came on like somebody turning up a dimmer instead of throwing a
swithch.
"Oh, that." Nancy shook her head in disbelieve then scooted down and,
leaning her head back on the headrest with her eyes closed, spread her legs
even further. Nancy was always horny after an afternoon of skinny-dipping
at the river.
"How would she be perfect?" I asked as my fingers explored deeper into
Nancy's welcoming cunt. "She's almost painfully shy. She' very religious,
goes to church with her parents every Sunday."
"Oooh, yes. Don't stop." Nancy began to rock her hips in time with my
fingers. "That's what makes her perfect." She pushed the leg of my swimsui
t aside and began to stroke my bare cock.
"From what I saw this afternoon I'm convinced that if we just act dominate
towards her she'll end up going along with whatever we want." Nancy
continued. " As long as we just do it and not ask her, or allow her protests
to stop us. Can't you just imagine her standing in front of us naked and
blushing clear down to her nipples as we have her do things she knows are
wrong." My cock twitched in Nancy's hand "Yes I see that you can imagine
it." She chuckled.
"I wonder if she's a virgin?"
"Oooh god, yes dear, right there. God you know how to touch me. Yes she is
a virgin." Nancy opened her eyes and grinned at me. "Don't worry sweet
heart, you can be her first." She laid her head back on the headrest and
closed her eyes again. "Oh god." Nancy's hips began to convulse pushing
her cunt hard against my hand. "And she can be my first." She finished as
her orgasm swept her away.
Once we got home we spent the rest of the night discussing how we would take
control of Patsy, and what we would do to her, and force her to do once we
had that control. Our plotting was constantly interrupted by our mutual
need to fuck each other silly.
We put our plans into operation the following afternoon. The next day was
Saturday and we had already invited Patsy over for lunch and a movie. Patsy
lived near by and was one of the few people who had a key to our apartment
so she let herself in. Nancy and I were setting at the dining room table
reading.
"No, no, this just won't do." Nancy said standing up and walking across the
room to Patsy.
"What are you doing?" Patsy asked displaying considerable distress as Nancy,
without explanation, began unbuttoning Patsy's blouse.
"You just be quite..." Nancy instructed. After pulling Patsy's blouse down
her arms Nancy unfastened Patsy's bra and pulled it off. "...and wait here
while I get you something more appropriate to wear." Nancy finished as she
left the room carrying Patsy's blouse and bra, leaving Patsy standing in
front of me, bare from the waist up. I stared at her fine breasts admiring
both her hardening nipples and her blush, which seemed to extend clear down
to the waistband of her skirt.
"You have quite beautiful breasts." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. Her
blush intensified to the point where she was almost glowing. Patsy lifted
her arms to cover herself.
"No." I commanded loudly. Patsy stared at me in confusion, but lowered her
arms again.
"Wh-what are you d-doing to me." She asked, her eyes cast down to the floor
so she would not have to see me staring at her.
"We just want to make sure you're dressed properly for the occasion." I
answered, standing up and walking around her.
"Please, don't look at me." Patsy begged, still not looking up from the
floor. Her whole upper body and face glowed with her embarrassment. Her
nipples were crinkled and hard, and my cock grew noticeably in my trousers.
I stopped facing her only a foot or two in front of her.
"Why shouldn't I look at you?" I asked not taking my eyes from her. "I
looked at your naked body yesterday." Patsy's whole body trembled like a
small, frightened animal caught in a car's headlights.
"Th-that w-was dif-different" She stuttered as she started to raise her arms
and cover her breasts once again.
"It was different because you were traipsing around in front of everybody
naked?" I asked her as I reached out and took her by the wrists stopping
her from covering herself. She whimpered as I forced her arms back down to
her sides.
"No." she said so low I could hardly hear her. "That's not why it was
different." I looked over Patsy's bare shoulder and smiled at Nancy who had
been in the room several minutes watching my interaction with Patsy. Nancy
moved around to where Patsy could see her.
"Now, Now," Nancy said sympathetically wiping the tears from Patsy's cheeks.
"You have very beautiful breasts Patsy..." Nancy continued to talk as she
helped patsy into the blouse she had picked out for her. "..and we have to
make sure that we can see and enjoy them." Nancy 'accidentally' brushed her
hands across Patsy's nipples several times while she helped her put on the
blouse, Nancy buttoned the blouse for Patsy stopping with the button just
below her breasts.
"Now..." Nancy finished up turning Patsy around so she could see herself in
the mirror. "...isn't that much better." The blouse Nancy had selected was
of thin clingy see-through material that appeared to be not much more than
wisps of smoke clinging to Patsy's breasts. The effect was more sexual,
more obscene than having her breasts naked. New tears began to flow down
Patsy's cheeks as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Please..." She begged burying her head against Nancy's shoulder. "...I
can't go out in public wearing this." I could tell from Nancy's smile that
she was just as pleased as I that Patsy was begging us not to make her wear
the blouse, not refusing to wear it.
"Oh, but Patsy, you must wear it." Patsy looked at her in confusion. "How
else could we enjoy looking at your gorgeous tits." Patsy's blush returned,
visible on her face, down her neck, and even through the blouse spreading
across her breasts.
"Not to mention you outstanding nipples." I added as we turned Patsy and,
one of us holding onto each of her arms walked her toward the door.
Once outside we walked, rather strolled, slowly past the swimming pool where
all the 'young studs' hanging out there could get a good eyeful of Patsy's
breasts. Patsy's blush just continued growing brighter and spreading over
more of her body.
One of the topics Nancy and I had discussed the night before was Patsy's
ability to blush so spectacularly. We did not want to 'blow her blush fuse'
and ruin her ability to put on such a great display of shame and
humiliation.
When we got to the car I opened the passenger side door for Nancy, as I
always did.
"You sit in the middle." Nancy said to Patsy, then we both waited patiently
as she climbed into the car. Nancy followed her in then I, after closing her
door walked around the car and climbed in on the driver's side. As I pulled
into traffic heading for the restaurant were we were going to eat lunch
Nancy and I both let our hands rest casually on Patsy' thighs. Despite her
crying and begging I could feel the heat of sexual excitement radiating from
her crotch an inch or two away from my wrist.
"Please..." Patsy asked, without much convection, placing a hand on each of
our wrists. "...don't touch me there." Nancy removed her left hand from
Patsy's thigh, turned toward Patsy then after putting her left arm around
Patsy's shoulders so the fingers of her left hand almost touched Patsy's
left nipple, put her right hand back on Patsy's thigh even closer to her
crotch.
"You know, Patsy, there is something I forgot about back at the apartment."
Patsy was obviously afraid to ask what Nancy had forgotten. "We really need
to have you take off your panties." Patsy's mouth opened and closed several
times before she managed to speak.
"Oh god, I can't take my panties off." Was all she said.
"Of course you can." Nancy spoke softly into her ear. "All you have to do
is raise that cute little butt of yours and pull your panties off." I
removed my hand from her thigh to encourage her obedience.
"I can't." Patsy repeated. "I just can't. I can't and I wont." Patsy
repeated stubbornly. Nancy took hold of Patsy's chin and turned her face.
"You can, and you will." Nancy said with her face only an inch from Patsy's.
They stared into each other's eyes until Patsy gave in. Her shoulder's
wilted, then Patsy lifted her butt off the seat and, hooking her thumbs
under the waist band of her panties pulled them down her thighs to he knees.
When Patsy lifted her butt from the seat to her left breast came into
contact with Nancy's hand. Tears were flowing once more down her cheeks,
her lips were trembling and she was beginning to sob.
"Why are you making me do this?" She asked us between sobs.
"Because we want to." Nancy answered as she used her right hand to help
Patsy pull her panties the rest of the way off.
"What's this?" Nancy asked as she held the crotch of Patsy's panties right
under Patsy's nose. "Your panties are damp. All this 'No, no, no I can't
do this' and your getting turned on all the while." She handed me the
panties. "Your really enjoying this aren't you."
"No I'm not." Patsy almost shouted through her sobs. This was all new to
Patsy. I was sure that Patsy had never heard of 'BDSM' before, nor, I was
sure, did she know the meaning of the initials 'BD', 'DS' or 'SM'. I was
also sure that the concepts themselves were only known to Patsy in her most
private fantasies. The ones she had late at night on those evenings when
she couldn't resist the temptation to touch herself 'down there' before
drifting off to a shame filled sleep.
I almost laughed at the shocked expression on Patsy's face when she saw
first me raise the damp crotch of her panties to my nose and inhale deeply,
then place a small portion of it in my mouth to taste her.
"Yummy," I said removing her panties from my mouth, "you smell and taste
wonderful." I think Patsy broke the blush meter on that one. She turned
bright red as far down her body as we could see, and the warmth radiating
from he body was almost enough to counter the air conditioning.
"In fact..." I sniffed the air experimentally a couple of time. "...I can
smell your cunt from here." Another record setting blush followed
immediately. I'm sure Patsy had never heard her own vagina being referred
to as a 'cunt' before.
"Well, I'm pretty hot myself." Nancy chimed in. "Are you sure its Patsy
you're smelling?" I sniffed the air a few more times.
"I can smell you and her." I confirmed. "Don't worry, I could tell the
difference even in the dark. You're both hot, wet and ready." During the
panty removal Patsy's skirt had gotten hiked up to the point where pubic
hair was almost visible. Patsy's glow continued as she started to pull her
skirt back into place.
"It's fine the way it is." Nancy told Patsy as she pulled Patsy's hand away
from her skirt. I placed my right hand on Patsy's now bare left thigh.
Nancy, while keeping her left hand on Patsy's left breast placed her right
hand on Patsy's bare right thigh. Nancy leaned closer to Patsy so she could
speak directly into Patsy's ear.
"I'm going to ask you a question..." She spoke softly while gently squeezing
Patsy's thigh. "...and you have to answer truthfully, no matter what."
Patsy slowly nodded her head 'yes'. Nancy paused to grin at me before she
leaned close to Patsy's ear again.
"Are you, Patsy, leaving a wet spot on our car seat?" Patsy's jaw dropped
when she heard the question and I'm sure another record was set on the
Patsy-blush-o-meter.
"Yes." We could barely hear her when Patsy finally answered the question.
Tears were still flowing over her red cheeks, but the sobs had died down. I
removed my hand from her thigh and adjusted the mirror so I could see her
breasts.
"Look at how tight her nipples are." I said. Nancy grabbed Patsy's wrist to
keep her from covering herself. I adjusted the mirror further down and got
a great view of Patsy's dark brown pubic patch. Again Nancy had to restrain
Patsy to keep her from covering herself.
"No." Nancy said gently as she pulled Patsy's hand away from her crotch.
"You're not allowed to cover yourself." The words 'not allowed' began to
bounce around inside Patsy's head.
"And stop that crying." Nancy spoke again in a much firmer tone of voice.
"You're a grown up now, there's no reason for you to be bawling like a baby
just because someone wants to look at your cunt." Patsy jerked when she
heard the word 'cunt' used again.
"In fact..." Nancy continued, pulling on Patsy's thigh. "...spread your legs
and give him a better look." Patsy resisted momentarily, then her legs
relaxed and Nancy pulled them apart, as wide as she could in the car.
"You might as well begin to learn the rules." Nancy announced as she held
Patsy's legs open.
"Rules?" Patsy asked weakly.
"There will be more as time goes by, but I'll give you the three most
important right now." Nancy gave Patsy's thigh, and her breast a squeeze as
she spoke.
"More? As time goes by?" Patsy asked in a dazed voice.
"First, when we want to look at you, or when we want someone else to look at
you, you are never allowed to cover your self."
"Someone else?" Patsy's voice began to take on a panicky quality. Her
breathing was shallow and her body was trembling. I'm sure in a combination
of fear, shame and excitement.
"Second, when ever we tell you to do something you must obey us immediately.
Without hesitation or question." Patsy stared down at her lap and did not
respond.
"Third, you will address us as Master and Mistress, and we will address you
as 'Our Toy', or just 'Toy'." Nancy released Patsy's thigh and pulled
Patsy's head up with her hand under Patsy's chin. "Do you understand these
rules, Toy?" Patsy stared blankly back at Nancy. "Answer me, Toy, do you
understand these rules?"
"Yes" Patsy answered weakly.
"Yes what, Toy?" Nancy insisted.
"Yes Mistress?"
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