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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSION�S PLAYPEN
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Chapter Eight
After being used so cruelly out under the birch tree, strung up by her
wrists with her boobs swaying like ripe fruit in front of her while her ass
was stung endlessly by the birch, Kate wanted nothing more than to go
home. She cried to herself, stumbling in the wet, dew-laden grass as
Melinda led her back into John�s house. Oh, how could he have been so
inconsiderate of her? Kate asked herself. She�d contemplated a more
romantic encounter than simply being tied up and fucked, and, worse,
whipped by his mistress. Melinda had struck her with the hand of a
jealous woman. Kate�s bottom was burning like the sun and amidst the
overall feeling of fire there were deeper, whip-thin scars of heat, blazing
away on her chubby cheeks. Kate knew those must be weals, or near-
weals, and they�d take days to heal. She wanted to reach behind herself to
feel if her skin had been broken, but she didn�t have the nerve. Instead she
sobbed into her palm while her other hand was dragged forward by
Melinda, who led her back up the stone porch and in through John�s
imposing front door. Its square wooden frame received her like the maw
of Hell, Kate�s bottom impelled forward by its burning into what she knew
must be more ferocious tortures inside.
Yet, within, inside the seeming safety of the house, Kate�s bottom
turned out to be a new source of delight for John. He photographed her as
she came tripping inside. Kate was led into a room where a massage table
had been set up. It was modern-looking, like an examination table in a
doctor�s office. Kate saw that a clean fresh white towel had been thrown
over it for her comfort.
�Up on the table, dear. We must attend to your bottom right away,�
Melinda said in a conspiratorial voice to Kate. Eunice stood near the table.
She viewed Kate with the air of a British household servant, an adherent
of the commonsense view of life, who, though dutiful, looked upon the
lifestyle of her rich masters with dubious disapproval. Nonetheless she
stood beside a night table cluttered with phials, apparently all specially
prepared just for Kate.
Kate was grasped from behind by John. He took her by the ribs so as
not to further injure her bottom. He lifted her bodily. For a moment Kate
was held aloft by him, her feet merely dangling beneath her. Then he
plopped her face down on the table. The soft towel received her. Kate felt
her nipples, still stiff from the cold outdoors, prick against the cotton of
the towel.
�Spread your legs,� Melinda told Kate. The blonde had no intention of
obeying. How could she show her sex to these people after they�d treated
her so roughly? Yet, with an anxious glance at John, she saw resistance
was not a viable option. He was standing with his arms folded over his
chest. He was bare now, except for his socks and shoes. He�d disrobed to
fuck her and Kate wondered if his discarded clothing still lay on his front
lawn. She saw the rippling of his muscles and his stern countenance.
Melinda slapped Kate�s unmarked thighs, intimating that her wounded
bottom would get the next slap if she didn�t obey. Quietly Kate opened
herself to Melinda. The woman, seeing her legs part, helped her obey by
seizing Kate�s ankles and spreading her feet as wide as the table would
allow. Then Kate�s ankles were each cuffed with soft leather cuffs to the
table.
Kate�s hands, meanwhile, were drawn out in front of her by Eunice.
The woman, tsking at Kate�s fate, at her coming here, no doubt, in the first
place, to this forest-shrouded house where only John was the Law, cuffed
Kate�s wrists.
�Here�s a pillow. You can rest your cheek on it,� Eunice said
sympathetically to Kate. The servant slipped a small soft slipcased
cushion under Kate�s face. With her arms at full extension, and her legs
spread, Kate resigned herself to her misfortune and settled her cheek onto
the pillow. Eunice produced a soft cloth and wiped Kate�s face with it.
Kate wriggled her nose. She felt like a little girl being attended to by her
mommie and she didn�t like the feeling of utter dependency.
�Your bottom needs aromatherapy to make it better,� Melinda said
quietly to Kate. �The first lotion I�ll apply is an antiseptic, Clove.�
Melinda had barely spoken when Kate felt a splash of liquid upon her
bare fanny.
�Aughgghgh!� Kate cried. She launched her face into the air and
pulled at the straps which held her. �Oooooh, it burns!� Kate sobbed when
she�d recovered herself a little. Eunice hovered over her face with a fresh
towel. When she got a chance she wiped Kate�s face anew.
�Of course it burns. I told you it was an antiseptic, silly!� Melinda
snipped. �First we must cleanse your bottom of any residue from the
birch. This should numb your bottom too, and give it a little relief.� With
her bare hands Melinda gently massaged Kate�s wettened bottom as the
blonde gritted her teeth and tried to bear her discomfort. As the oil
soaked into her skin she did feel a slight lessening of the awful burning
which afflicted her. Her bottom also began to grow warm. Kate wiggled
her ass as she felt the warmth turn into a glow, as if her bare ass were a
nightlight. John, watching, began to rise again as he watched. And as his
manhood grew he took more photographs of Kate for his friends.
�Don�t worry. We have no intention of harming you,� Melinda told
Kate. �John will do doubt want to fuck you again after enjoying the
pleasure of seeing you whipped. Try to bear up well under it. This is
nothing compared to what birthing a child will feel like. Or so I�m told,�
Melinda smiled at John.
�Next I�ll apply Peppermint,� Melinda told Kate. There was a new
splash of oil on Kate�s tushy. She cried out again, but less urgently, for
she was pleasantly numb from the Clove oil. As Melinda rubbed the oil
into Kate�s bottom Kate felt her hind cheeks relax. The oil was a muscle
relaxant, Melinda told her. �Anti-inflammatory too, to help you recover
from your burny welts.� The peppermint oil left Kate�s bottom feeling
pleasantly cool. Yet Kate didn�t like any of this, she told herself, having
herself spread out naked on a table and her bottom paid so much attention.
She sobbed quietly, remorsefully.
Kate sniffled as she sobbed. Eunice put a hot towel to Kate�s face
and made Kate blow her nose into the towel. John, meanwhile, felt
inspired. He presented his cock to Kate�s mouth after her nose had been
wiped and made her take it. Kate found herself involuntarily sucking him,
but there was nothing she could do. She huffed and puffed over his huge
penis as, behind her, Melinda made her wince with new applications of the
Peppermint oil.
John showed little interest in conserving his seed. He forced Kate to
suck him, taking occasional intimate photographs of her efforts. When he
felt like cumming he simply shot himself into her. Then he withdrew and
took photos of her cum-dripping mouth. Kate agonized over her bottom as
more splashes of oil were poured onto it. Melinda didn�t bother to
describe each oil to Kate. Some were sweet, almost harmless, while
others seemed deliberately bitter.
Eunice wiped the sperm from Kate�s face when John was through
photographing her oral denouement. Melinda, meanwhile, to finish Kate�s
treatment, applied Rose oil to her fanny. �This one is an antidepressant,�
Melinda told Kate. �Just in case you�re feeling down. It also serves as an
aphrodisiac, so don�t blame yourself if you start feeling sexy!�
Kate wept loudly. She didn�t want to be sexy. She just wanted to go
home to her own dorm room at her college, where all her friends were, and
snuggle up in her bed by herself and never, ever go on such a wild partying
spree again. Yet, with Eunice wiping her face, she felt sure John had more
plans for her. Worse ones, perhaps, than she�d already endured.
Kate was taken back downstairs to the cellar. She was collared and
her collar, which was a simple dog�s collar, was tethered to the wooden
post. She was given a waterbowl to drink from, and a small bowl of
broken up bits of cheese and bologna. She was told to relax on the pillows,
tummy down, bottom up. She was handcuffed, with her hands behind her,
to keep her from pleasuring herself if she should feel randy. And then,
cuffed and collared, she was left by John and Melinda. Eunice promised to
check up on her during the night. John and Melinda told her they were
going upstairs to sleep.
In the morning Kate�s bowl was cleaned by Eunice. Kate had eaten
nothing during the night. Now, as she lay hungry over the pillows, she
watched as Eunice transferred a ham and egg omelette from a silver tray
into Kate�s doggie bowl. Kate�s hands were freed so that she could eat
from the bowl kneeling on all fours. John came downstairs, looking and
feeling refreshed, with Melinda beside him. He photographed Kate as she
ate like a dog and drank from her water bowl. Eunice poured coffee into
Kate�s water bowl to accompany her omelette. Afterward Kate was forced
to kneel before John and, wincing every time she moved, for her bottom
still hurt, Kate was forced to catch in her mouth seedless grapes that
John and Melinda tossed at her.
Kate was taken upstairs. Outside it was a dreary morning. Rain
drizzled over the lawn. Melinda had Kate come out back with her and go
swimming with her in John�s heated pool. The two girls swam in the nude
as John watched from the porch. At Melinda�s encouragement, the two
girls practised their diving. They competed with each other in dog
paddling races across the length of the pool. Melinda allowed Kate a head
start because her wounded bottom still pained her whenever she moved.
The girls played with a big beach ball. They tossed it back and forth to
each other, standing in the shallow end of the pool with their bare bodies
exposed to the chilly rain.
When John felt ready, he ordered both girls out of the pool. He told
them to kneel in front of him. They obeyed, and Kate found herself
admiring anew John�s penis. It was big and strong and it pulsed with his
need. He fed it first to her and then, holding in his seed, he fed it in turn
to Melinda. He alternated between the two girls, giving each of them equal
time with his prick. Sometimes he stopped and bantered with them,
letting his organ rest lest he blow himself away before he felt ready.
Finally, when he couldn�t stand his need anymore, he stuffed himself into
Kate�s mouth, almost choking her. He thrust into her throat and, stabbing
in and out of her deeper depths, he discharged his seed into her. Kate
gasped for air when he finally drew himself out of her. Cum splashed
down over her cheeks and chin and ran down her neck and speckled her
boobs. Melinda turned Kate�s face to her own and, with John perfunctorily
commanding it, for Melinda apparently already knew what he wanted, she
licked Kate�s face clean.
Kate was left unmolested for the rest of the day. Eunice offered to
teach Kate piano. Kate found herself sitting bare-assed naked on a soft
cushion on a wooden piano bench, with Eunice beside her. A fire blazed
nearby, warming Kate sufficiently. Kate was made to play chopsticks and
other simple songs as John, sitting nearby in an overstuffed chair,
relished the rise and fall of her nude breasts.
�We will discipline your breasts this evening,� John warned Kate.
She might have replied in the negative. But after John spent in her mouth
out by the pool he�d forced her to accept a black gag. It was made of soft
felt. Kate didn�t like it. Nonetheless, she was determined to wear it as
gracefully as she could. She was beginning to respect her captors. She
was given leave to explore the house on her own, and even to pick flowers
in the back yard, when the rain let up, provided she kept on her collar and
dutifully wore the gag.
At lunch Melinda pulled Kate�s gag down to her throat. She spoon fed
Kate. It was a lunch of yogurt and brie cheese. They drank wine. Kate
relished the smooth feel of the wine as it slid down her throat for it
promised to ease a little the sting in her bottom, which still hurt. After
lunch she was re-gagged. They played Scrabble, lying nude on the floor in
the living room. Only sexy or dirty words were to be used. Frequently
Kate had to resort to a nearby paperback dictionary to look up words. She
used �condom,� and �flagellate,� and �discipline� to win rounds for
herself. All the while John teased her about her breasts, watching her
lying on them with her chin up, supported by her fist, so that her bosoms
pillowed her. Whenever Kate lifted herself up her bosoms would reveal
themselves, sometimes right down to her wiggly nipples. John stroked
himself occasionally, and Melinda masturbated a little. They encouraged
Kate to but they didn�t force her. Near the end of the game, Kate sat up
and, just to appear good, she sat on the floor with her legs crossed and
played in her slit with her fingers. John smiled and told her he�d go easier
on her breasts when he punished them after dinner.
�Why must they be punished?� Kate wanted to ask. But she could
only look at him with her wide blue eyes and frig herself. Her fingers
became visibly wet with herself, and Melinda smiled at the appearance of
dew on the lips of Kate�s cunt.
The dress bound the woman from her throat to her toes. She had long
brown hair, pinned up neatly but loosely, as if she�d been interrupted. She
smiled at Kate. Her dress, which held her tight as paint on a vase, was jet
black. It was sleeveless, so the woman wore opera-length gloves on her
arms. The dress dipped down in an inverted decollete arch, showing her
bosoms, almost to the tips of her nipples, yet a collar that was part of the
dress itself bound her throat. The dress was so tight that, looking at the
woman, Kate fancied she saw the indentation where her navel was. And,
as the woman gazed at Kate, all sweetness and full of welcome, her
nipples rose through the sheer fabric of her dress.
The woman turned around. Her dress was slit up each side. As she
turned on her long stiletto heeled pumps her legs were bared by the swirl
of her dress. She had breathtaking legs, which supported, as Kate saw, a
firm round adorable bottom. Her back was bare. The black dress dipped so
low that it showed more than half her bottom crack, exposing her softly
clenching cheeks. There could be little doubt, once you saw this elegantly
dressed creature from behind, what the night portended. In response John,
who was standing beside Kate, holding her gently, popped a boner. Melinda
glanced down at John�s newly risen crotch and giggled, though Kate
thought she detected a trace of envy in Melinda�s laugh. Despite Melinda�s
beauty, she and John had been living together for some time. Men always
proved most responsive to a brand new conquest, Kate reminded herself.
Kate was still in that category for John. She wore her dog�s collar
around her throat and, when she and John stepped into the home, all the
guests could see that she was handcuffed by one of her hands to John�s
left wrist. Melinda travelled uncuffed at his right. She carried in her
purse a small collection of John�s newly developed photos.
It was a beautiful house. Kate permitted herself to gaze about. She
felt scared and lonely and her pussy was hot, thanks to her masturbating,
but she tried to relax and to convince herself that John wouldn�t punish
her breasts.
Drinks were served. The other guests, there were perhaps 20,
gathered in the living room and exchanged small talk. Little mention was
made of Kate�s being handcuffed to John. It was all taken in stride. Kate
looked adorable in a short dress and blouse, both made of fine cloth, one
dark lavender and the other a lighter shade of violet. She had frilled ankle
socks on and graceful Jelly pumps, their long spiked heels reinforced to
loft her up on her tiptoes. She wore a tight corset under her blouse,
hidden there beneath her kid-like clothes, which lifted up her breasts
almost obscenely but failed to cover her nipples. She wore no panties and
her corset had no stockings to attach its base to. It left her pussy as
exposed as her nipples. But nobody knew, gazing casually at her, for she
was young and perhaps they thought she had high-perched breasts, which
were high but not quite as high, in real-life, as the corset made them look,
pushing them up rudely to show off her nipples the minute her blouse was
removed.
And Kate had no doubt that it would be. They were to spend the
night, and her nipples were to feature prominently in the evening�s
festivities, though nobody knew that yet, just that John had brought her
for everyone to play with.
�Some old faces, some new faces, eh John?� A man who introduced
himself to Kate�s master said.
�Who�s the bombshell hostess?� John asked.
�A gal who�s new. To our area, not the scene,� Rex replied. �Who�s
your little friend here?� His eyes passed to Kate�s prominent breasts.
�Just a toy,� John said. He tugged at the collar around Kate�s neck.
He grinned at Rex. �Don�t ask her to sit down.�
Rex�s eyes widened. �She�s spirited, eh?� he asked.
�She deliberately dropped one of my best tea cups,� Melinda said,
though she hardly looked upset about it and her voice trailed away
absently as the hostess offered her a flute of wine.
�Your dress is simply gorgeous,� Melinda complimented their
hostess.
�Thanks. I look better without it, though,� the hostess, who was
named Ruth, replied. �Who�s your friend?�
�Oh,� Melinda answered, turning her head back toward Kate. �Just
some teenager John�s breaking in.� She leaned forward and whispered
something into Ruth�s ear. Ruth�s eyes grew wider and they both shared a
secretive giggle. Kate, overhearing, tried not to blush, though she feared
they were talking about her.
The small talk continued. Everyone met everyone else and,
underneath their pleasant remarks, they sized each other up for the
evening�s games. Finally Ruth went over to Kate and, touching her politely
on the shoulder, she said, in front of everyone, �I hear you were very brave
last night. Could you show us what John did to you?�
Kate gulped. Everyone, all the woman as well as the men in the room
were looking at her. She let Ruth turn her around and then, with all eyes
pasted on her from behind, Ruth gently lifted Kate�s skirt and showed them
her bare bottom.
A gasp went up from the crowd. Kate�s bottom, which they all
instantly praised as adorable, had been marked quite distinctly by a birch.
Melinda took credit for the marks. Everyone wanted to feel them and Kate
was forced to suffer the indignity of a thousand fingers all nimbly
touching her heinie. A few insinuated themselves naughtily into her crack.
Others, particularly, it seemed, the long-nailed female fingers, actually
passed between her legs and felt up her lovelips. They came away wet, for
Kate was still aroused from her masturbating. John and she and Melinda
had ended their session of scrabble without permitting themselves to cum.
It had been a plan, Kate figured now, to make her more receptive. Her
cunny was too hungry for her to flee the seeking hands which explored her.
They gave her rump admiring pats and praised her for taking her
punishment like a grown up girl. Ruth, boldly, when everyone had felt up
Kate as much as they pleased, bent over and kissed Kate�s behind.
�I hope that makes it a little better,� Ruth told Kate. She restored
Kate�s dress. Kate thought herself free of the press of hands and eyes but
then Ruth, taking the zipper at the back of Kate�s dress, said to her:
�You�re bottom�s just too pretty to keep hidden. Especially with such fine
marks on it. May I undress you?� And, without waiting for Kate to
answer, though she did pause, though only to smirk confidentially at the
other guests, Ruth took down Kate�s dress. A quick zip left it unable to
remain at Kate�s hips and when Ruth drew her fingers away, it fell to
Kate�s knees, where Kate caught at it with her hand. Ruth freed the dress
from Kate�s fingers and let it fall down to her ankles. �Step out of it,
please,� Ruth told Kate. She lifted Kate�s hand and made the girl step out
of her skirt.
In doing so Kate was aware of the dangling of her corset�s straps.
They should have attached to long stockings, but John had given her only
little girl�s socks to wear, frilled socks that rose only as high as her
ankles. Kate observed the men�s eyes on her straps. They were slender
and delicate and obviously made to attach to something, yet they wiggled
with her every smallest movement. The two in front framed her blonde
bush, swaying in front of it and inviting the eyes to center upon it. In
back, her bottom was framed by two more unattached straps. Like little
thongs they danced over her whip-marked bottom, as if to give it new
stripes.
Kate, still handcuffed to her master, tossed her blonde head as
casually as she could and tried not to think of all the eyes on her fanny.
She was proud of her bottom, in an odd, feminine sort of way. Proud of
how all the men, and not a few women, gazed at her nether cheeks in
admiration. It wasn�t often you could show off your bottom in public, Kate
reminded herself, trying to suppress the butterflies that rose up in her
tummy. Yet, when you were young, and beautiful, wasn�t it something you
should wish to do? Kate gave her heinie a wiggle and watched the other
guests respond. She was a fish, leading a school of fish in the ocean, her
flipping tail making all the others follow.
�God, if it wasn�t marked already,� a young man sighed. He looked
wealthy and spoiled and Kate took an instant liking to him. He seemed to
have eyes filled with fire and Kate guessed his veins were just as
arduous, right down to the ones that ridged the thing in his pants which
now stood up quite plainly, making him a little embarrassed as he stood
amongst his fellows. Then Kate saw her admirer�s eyes pass over to the
waist of the hostess. Kate leaned back a little and saw that there was a
competitor for the room�s eyes. The hostess, in bending over to kiss
Kate�s fanny, had revealed more of her own rump. Her dress was so tight
and cut so low in back that when she bent her bottom had arched up out of
her gown. Now it stuck out quite completely, with her tight gown bunched
underneath it. Unless she reached back and put a finger into her dress and
lifted it up back over herself, the hostess would have a bare bottom for
the rest of the night. Kate waited for the hostess to repair her dress. But
she didn�t. Instead, she went on with her duties as if nothing had
happened. She took a fresh bottle of wine from an ice bucket and had a
man uncork it for her. Then she filled the glasses of those guests that
looked empty, waiting while a few guests hastily downed what they�d
already been given.
�We must be in high spirits for the evening,� the hostess laughed.
Her nipples were risen through her expensive dress. It clung to her belly
and thighs so liquidly that Kate felt the woman�s pussy was almost on
display. Where her thighs met the hostess� dress dipped inward, then rose
a little to show the outline of her bush. While the effect had always been
present, the fact that the hostess was now disordered in back seemed to
deepen Kate�s awareness of it. She felt so teased by the woman�s attire
that she wanted to run over to her and rip off her dress. She felt a strange
desire to lick the woman�s bush and pass her tongue up between her
lovelips and make the hostess as aroused as Kate herself was feeling.
The hostess came around to where John and Melinda and Kate were
standing, talking with Rex and the young man whom Kate admired for
having such fiery eyes. He introduced himself to her as Ken. Kate liked
the fact that both her name and his began with the same letter. He seemed
to want to stare at her bare pussy but he kept his eyes aloft, at the level
of her eyes, though sometimes he did allow them to fall to the level of her
breasts. Kate�s corset, which everyone now knew she wore, pushed her
bosoms up high. Her nipples presented themselves to him through the thin
fabric of her blouse. It was a blouse that a little girl might wear, frilled
at the edges, with short sleeves that were too short, hugging her upper
arms where they joined to her shoulders. It dipped in front, but modestly
had a slim-ribboned bow tied between her uplifted breasts. Ken, clearly a
little nervous at touching her in the presence of her master, as he talked
to Rex, reached out and yanked on Kate�s blouse-bow and undid it.
�Hey, those breasts are mine to torture,� John said to Ken.
�Torture? I should want to defend them then,� Ken replied. His
resolve to have her seemed to stiffen in the face of another male�s open
resistance.
The hostess, perhaps sensing the start of a dispute between two of
her males, appeared before John with her wine bottle in hand. �It�s been
awhile since I�ve been marked,� she said to John softly, meeting his
darkening eyes with her own deep blue pair. To Kate they looked like pools
in which anyone might be lost, male or female, and she felt again her
desire to know this woman as she had not known any other.
Perhaps it was simply the wine, for when the hostess had refilled
John�s glass she turned to Kate, nudging Ken back, and told Kate to drink
what was in her glass so she could add this new, different brand.
Kate sipped her glass as quickly as she could. Ken�s eyes flashed at
John and John�s flashed back. Sensing a battle still brewing, the hostess
reached out and touched Kate�s pubic hair with her fingers. Kate started.
Wine spilled down her chin and fell in drops onto her blouse. The hostess
ran her fingers freely through Kate�s bush and then tugged on its springy
hairs, invitingly, as if to ask Kate to follow her to bed.
No one else saw, except John who was standing right next to her.
Ken had turned away. The young male defeated by the older, vowing
revenge. As Kate withstood the hostess�s exploration of her private hair,
she passed her hand across to John to steady herself. As it happened her
hand fell upon his crotch. And no wonder, it was sticking out quite
markedly, offering an easy handhold for searching female fingers. Kate
gripped it, only to keep her balance as the hostess�s fingertips explored
her. But in gripping it she felt it rise, bulge more. John�s cock stiffened
and she wondered absently if he was issuing pre-cum into his underpants.
She felt her own dew moisten her cuntlips. The hostess wet her
fingertips on Kate�s sex and then, after bathing in Kate�s excitement for a
moment, withdrew. The hostess put her fingertips to Kate�s lips.
�You are wet,� the hostess said to Kate. She made Kate taste
herself and passed her fingers around Kate�s lips, glossing them with the
dew from her cunt, a kind of natural lipstick.
Jealously Kate watched as Ken was engaged by another female. She
had a very short miniskirt and long black boots on. Her top was a midriff
that showed her belly. She had seductively innocent pigtails, created by
bows tied into her hair. Openly she offered her hand to Ken�s crotch. He
let her massage his thing.
The crowd was growing more physical in its admiration of one
another. Hands that had heretofore remained quiet now whispered over
breasts and delved between legs. The men became visibly uncomfortable
in their pants as their cocks grew huge and had noplace to go. The females
all sprouted nipples, those with thin blouses, while Kate guessed the
others were just as excited but restrained by their bras.
Men and women who had not known each other�s names an hour before
now kissed, openly, in front of their wives or girlfriends or husbands.
Kate watched as Ken�s fly was unzipped and the woman in the black boots
drew him out to his full length. Nobody seemed to mind that his penis was
on display. A jewel of precum at the tip of his rod, where he might have
peed if he wished, issued forth. It grew heavy on the tip of his cockhead
and drooled in a long drop to the floor. The woman in the boots smiled at
Ken. She rubbed his shaft and invited him to cum in her hand if he wished.
�You are young,� her eyes seemed to say. �You have plenty and I know
you can go all night. Don�t torment yourself with your abundance. Spurt it
out if you wish to.�
Though she was no older than Ken the young woman in the boots
seemed to have a taste for decadence far beyond what Ken was used to.
His eyes expressed shock that she would take him this far this quickly,
right in front of everyone, with the others still petting and kissing. The
girl in the boots simply smiled reassuringly. Helpfully she cupped her
other hand under his cockhead, while still rubbing his shaft.
Ken tried to step back. He didn�t want to lose himself so quickly.
�No!� the girl in the long black boots said sharply to him, as if he
were a randy dog. Except she wanted his sperm. She did not have a desire
to push him away, as a female might, finding a dog rubbing up against her
leg. Instead, she wanted to see him satisfied. She clung to the root of his
penis with her fingers, while still offering a cupping place for him to
spurt with her other hand.
Kate, still having her lips lightly rubbed by the hostess, one hand
rubbing her mouth while the other sought between her legs, watched Ken
and prayed he held on to himself. As she prayed she felt her own legs
offer a new sprinkling of dew. And Ken, not knowing of her own offering,
suddenly jetted his sperm into the hand of the girl wearing the boots. She
frisked his stiff rod and accepted his liquid manhood into her palm. Ken
looked down at himself. He was clearly embarrassed by his eruption but
there was nothing he could do now. All was lost, or gained, for his face
puffed with pleasure as he spurted himself into the girl�s hand. She
rubbed him until he had no more to give. Then, as if to tease him, she
lifted her cupped palm to her mouth and quietly licked at his profusion.
Ken watched as she fed upon his seed. It made her mouth gooey and sticky.
Her tongue became coated with what had been, just moments before, in his
balls.
Kate arched her hips forward. She offered her slit to the hostess�s
questing hands, so inspired was she by Ken�s offering. She opened her
mouth and sucked in one of the hostess� fingers.
�Mmmm, yes little sweet, are you excited?� the hostess asked Kate.
She still didn�t know the woman�s name, yet she now had one of the
woman�s fingers in both her pairs of lips. Kate tried to fuck herself on the
inquiring finger at her dell. The hostess drew it back a little, teasingly,
not letting Kate have it. She lifted her hand and pried Kate�s lips apart
and withdrew her finger from Kate�s mouth.
�I want marks like you have,� the hostess said to Kate. �Come.� She
drew Kate along, crossing the room, with her bottom bulbing out of her
tight-fitting dress. Wherever Kate went, John was sure to follow. He
watched with admiration as the hostess led him and his slave. He had a
choice of bottoms, one marked, one unmarked, and his penis stood up in his
pants as best it could, snarled in his underpants but nonetheless
presenting a clear picture of his manliness.
There was a curtain and the hostess drew it open. Kate had thought
it to be a curtain hiding a window. But instead it proved to be a small
alcove, built into the wall, perhaps for the purpose of housing a television.
There was no television there, however, but instead, on empty shelves
where a T.V. and VCR and discplayer might have stood, there was an array
of sex toys. Kate gasped as she saw fake penises displayed on a shelf.
They were various sizes and they looked to her like missiles waiting to be
put into silos. There was a pile of condoms, all unwrapped and waiting
like coins. Some were red and some blue and some clear. Beside the pile
of condoms was an assortment of bottles. One said �KY� and another,
�vaseline,� and others had brand names on them. But all served one
purpose: to lubricate inaccessible places so they could be more easily
entered.
�Help yourself, everybody,� the hostess invited. Several riding crops
waited and the hostess selected one, a particularly thin one which Kate
knew would leave sharp marks. She pressed it into Kate�s hand and looked
at John.
�I want her to beat me,� she said to John. �Right on my bottom. And
I want you to watch, and play with yourself while she does it.�
�You don�t want me to flog you?� John asked.
�no,� the hostess replied, her voice so soft it was barely audible.
She gulped. Then she continued, �You would be too gentle. She is
inexperienced and she will make it hurt more.�
�But your bottom is...� John said, passing his hand behind her and
feeling what she was offering him.
�No prettier than hers, and look how you marked her,� the hostess
replied to John.
�Yes, but she is new and must be trained,� John answered. �I was
simply training her, so she can know what a man might do to her if she
surrenders herself to someone who is truly a fiend for it, you know,
someone she meets dancing by herself in a club. And I didn�t do her,
Melinda did, and women are always harder on each other than even the
worst of us men. Still, it wasn�t too bad, hmmm?� he glanced quickly at
Kate. She lowered her eyes submissively, liking the attention her bottom
was getting. It was the subject of conversation at an elegant party and
she knew people could overhear his question to her as the guests crowded
around to help themselves to the sex toys.
�It hurt,� Kate pouted. �It still hurts... a little,� Kate continued.
�Especially if I sit down.� She felt marvelously spoiled and her pussy was
wet and she licked her lips and tasted herself. Bondage was strange, she
thought. It made you feel yourself in new ways, especially in your private
parts. She�d lain with boys before, but she�d never felt so aware of her
bottom, her breasts. She longed to have teeth applied to her nipples and to
be made to scream. She wanted to feel her belly invaded and she felt a
need to have something inserted into her ass. Anything, it didn�t matter.
She wanted to give herself up, to be taken and pried open and filled. She
would be a receptacle, like the hand of the girl with the boots, except she
would keep what was put into her, forced into her, and she would incubate
it.
As it happened she was handed a riding crop and forced to assume
the role of a dominatrix. John, clearly aroused at the thought of seeing
the hostess�s pale white bottom whipped, unlocked himself from Kate to
set her free. Kate was left standing with a handcuff dangling from her
right wrist. She was attached to no one now, a liberated slave. She still
wore her collar but she was expected to act as something other than a
captive. She must lead instead of merely accepting and responding. She
didn�t like her new role. It forced her to think. She decided to revenge
herself upon the woman who�d placed her in this new position.
�Come,� she said to the hostess. �I�ll give you want you want then,
for you�ve taken my master from me.� John was ablaze with lust, and,
offered the sight of seeing the hostess�s bottom whipped, Kate knew he
could not be dissuaded from it. He zipped down his zipper, rather
pathetically, Kate thought, for should not a woman do it for him? He pried
within his pants with his fingers to get his dick out. Kate wanted to help
him but he worked quickly, obviously desperate. A moment later, saved
from untold internal damage by being so trapped, his organ sprang out. Its
size spoke volumes to his desperation to free it. He was a tremendous
length and his width was superb. The hostess, seeing what she�d gotten
herself into, gasped with delight and a touch of alarm.
�You are very well equipped, sir,� the hostess said to John.
�Put your hands in your dress,� Kate snapped. The hostess looked at
her, surprised for a moment, then remembered she was no longer in charge.
Obeying Kate�s command was simple. She slipped her hands within the
slits along the sides of her dress. �Rub yourself, your pussy,� Kate told
the hostess. �Do it like when you were a little girl and used to dream of
men�s penises, and wonder how big they were.� The hostess bit her lip.
Then, moving her wrists within in dress, she began to arouse herself.
�Come, let�s get you to a bedroom,� Kate said. She pushed the
hostess ahead of her and ordered her to keep rubbing herself as they
walked. With a strange sense of satisfaction, Kate watched as the
hostess frigged herself, still in her elegant gown, as the three of them
left the living room and entered a hallway. Kate didn�t understand why she
felt enjoyment at dominating another woman, but it did make her feel
powerful and happy. Behind her John followed with his cock stiffly
bobbing in the air.
�Not your bedroom,� Kate said to the hostess as they passed the
first door in the hall. She did not want the hostess to bring her master
into her own domain, where Kate would be but a spare wheel. Better, Kate
thought, to punish the hostess in a guest bedroom. Kate glanced at the
room beyond the first door. It stood open invitingly. Inside was a bed.
That was all that was needed, Kate thought. �In here,� she said to the
hostess. She thought the woman looked a little abject, standing in the
hallway dutifully masturbating herself beneath her gown. Her brown hair
was looser than ever, barely held up now by the pins she�d inserted into it.
Kate felt a longing to see both the hair on the woman�s head and that
between her legs. The hair fringing her pussy would be wet, Kate knew.
She took the hostess by the arm and escorted her into the bedroom.
�Undo the bed,� Kate ordered. The hostess walked up to the bed, her
hands still between her legs. Then she removed them to draw down the
cover. The bed looked soft and comfortable but Kate knew the woman
would find little but pain in it, at least in the beginning. When the bed
was prepared the woman turned to face Kate. Quietly, at a frown from
Kate, she returned her hands beneath her dress and played with her pussy
again.
Kate approached her victim. The woman was older than herself by at
least five years, maybe more, but Kate felt confident that she could handle
her. �Tell me your name at least,� Kate said to the woman. Kate was
shorter than her victim and had to look up at her. The woman, staring
down at Kate, bit her lip, unwilling to tell her name though she already had
shown Kate so much else. Then, thinking a moment, she made up a name,
Kate guessed.
�Rose,� the woman answered.
Kate let her keep her real name private. �Turn around, Rose. Get up
on the bed and show me your ass. Would you like me to rip your dress
off?�
�N-Nooo, I�ll take it off,� Rose answered. Kate waited politely as
Rose undressed. She knew how expensive dresses were and she didn�t
want to harm the woman�s gown. It was a benefit, Kate thought, of being
punished by a woman. A man wouldn�t have waited. He�d have flung his
victim on the bed and tore her clothes off. But Kate was not one to relish
domination. She could wait.
Rose had difficulty getting her tight-fitting gown off. Kate had to
lay her riding crop on the nightstand and help her. When the dress was
finally off Kate carried it to a closet and hung it up for Rose. She knew it
was wrong for a Domme to help her victim in this way but she liked being
of service. It was a lovely dress and she enjoyed feeling it and hanging it
up. She turned back to face the bed and the task she�d been given.
Strangely, Rose, who�d volunteered herself for such an adventure, stood by
the bed like an uncertain girl. She had her hands over her pussy but she
was not rubbing it.
�Let me see your pussy,� Kate said in a breathy voice to the woman.
She felt an unusual passion flow through her when Rose removed her
hands. A lovely dell presented itself, with rich brown hair sprouting
thickly between Rose�s bare thighs. Kate thought she caught a scent of the
woman�s arousal. Kate moved forward and stood before Rose, closely, and
put her hand on Rose�s pussy just as Rose had done to her out in the living
room. �Are you ready?� Kate asked, picking up the riding crop from the
nightstand with her other hand. Glancing sideways at the implement Rose
replied,
�Yes.�
�Then get up on the bed for me. Put your head on the pillow, face
down, and lift up your ass so I can whack it properly,� Kate ordered. Both
she and Rose glanced at John as soon as she�d spoken. He was in full ardor,
his penis sticking forth mightily and his hand rubbing himself with
schoolboy passion.
�Try not to cum until I give you permission,� Kate said quietly to
John. Her mouth hung open when she was finished speaking. She looked as
if she were trying to insult him but in fact she merely hungered to fit him
into her somehow, into her small mouth and down her receptive swanlike
throat. His collar bound her neck. His handcuffs dangled from her wrist.
His marks, delivered by his lover Melinda, decorated her bottom.
�Take your blouse off,� John told Kate. �I want to see your tits
bounce around when you flog her.�
Rose breathed softly into Kate�s hair and quested down around Kate�s
waist for permission to do John�s bidding. Kate didn�t resist. She felt her
blouse lifted up. She raised her arms above her head, still holding the
riding crop. Rose drew the blouse up over Kate�s face. For a moment Kate
couldn�t see, her nipples wiggling where the tight blouse had passed over
them. She clutched her riding crop and waited. The blouse lifted higher
and Rose drew it up over her arms and her hands and the riding crop. Then
she folded it neatly and laid it on the nightstand.
�My, what an intricate corset!� Rose gushed. Kate wore a satin-
colored violet corset. It shoved her breasts up obscenely, making them
look like half-squashed melons. The corset bound the undersides of her
breasts, but not her nipples. They stuck up full and round and dollar-sized.
Their shape was slightly distorted by the corset�s hugging of her breasts.
Her nipples offered themselves like thorns on a rosebush. Placing her
finger on one, Rose brushed it gently, as if afraid she might prick herself.
Kate shivered a little, feeling her touch. It was soft, yet they both knew
Kate would make this woman scream.
Kate�s corset had taken a long time to put on. Melinda had gotten her
into it, and even punched her in the tummy to make her draw in her breath.
It left Kate feeling a little like a soldier guarding the Queen of England,
stiff in her posture. Melinda had threaded the front of the corset closed
like one threads up a shoe. Despite Kate�s best efforts to hold her breath
the corset had not quite closed in front. It showed a strip of her skin
down her middle, from her breasts to her waist, and her belly button
peeped out between the corset�s two halves. Transparent black lace hung
down from Kate�s corset-gripped bosoms. And lace hung round her waist
where the corset ended. She felt like a Christmas decoration, and knew
John loved the effect.
�Get on the bed, both of you!� John groaned. He had played with
himself too vigorously and he seemed on the point of spending.
�You could at least take your clothes off too,� Kate said to John. He
nodded. It seemed a good distraction for his hands. He began removing his
clothes. But when Kate and Rose walked toward him to help him he
motioned them to both get into bed.
Kate made Rose mount the bed first. She peered at Rose�s sweet
bottom as the woman climbed up onto the bed. The space between Rose�s
cleft cheeks showed briefly as Rose got on the bed. Kate told her to crawl
to the headboard and lower her head to the pillow without lowering her
bottom. Like a puppy, Rose obeyed. When she reached the headboard she
plopped her face into the pillow and prepared herself for her spanking by
gently biting it.
�Good,� Kate said. �But don�t keep your legs together. John wants to
see them wide apart and so do I. It shows off your submission more
completely.� Kate was amazed at herself as she spoke. Her voice was
firm and certain, though she felt queasy inside. Awkwardly she climbed
up onto the bed. Her tight corset inhibited her movements. When she was
on the bed she crawled forward erectly until she was behind Rose. She
moved a little to the side of Rose to better swing in the crop.
Kate patted Rose�s ass. It was plump and round but smallish, the
kind of girlish ass men die for. �Play with your pussy. It�ll ease the pain
some,� Kate said. Rose lifted her hands and placed them protectively over
her dell.
�Don�t block my view of it. Play in it, with your fingers,� Kate said.
She gave Rose a handslap on her adorable bottom. Rose gasped and did as
she was told. �Ah, your fingers get wet right away,� Kate observed.
�Being punished excites you.�
�Being naked excites me, in front of a man like John,� Rose answered
softly. She bit more deeply into her pillow and awaited the inevitable.
�This is going to hurt you more than it�s going to hurt me,� Kate
said. She smiled and put her fingers into her own pussy to stimulate
herself and relieve herself a little, both at the same time. She sighed
softly. Her breasts rose and fell. Then, lifting her free hand, she raised
her arm high above her head. With an uncertain swing she brought the crop
down on Rose�s bare bottom.
�Oh!� Rose gasped, but the blow wasn�t too hard.
�We�ll be here all day if you do it like that,� John snarled. Kate
looked back at him. He was anxious for his cock. He�d strummed it right
up to the brink and could hardly enjoy himself now, for fear of spending.
Kate guessed he wanted to show his strength to Rose by buggering her or
fucking her up her well-offered cunt, if he could only keep his sperm in
himself long enough.
Rose lifted her head at the sound of John�s voice. �I don�t wish to be
fucked,� she said plainly. �That�s why I wish to be forced to scream with
the crop, and to have you watch and play with yourself as it happens. I�m a
virgin. When I find Mr. Right, then I�ll give in, but only on my bridal bed.
That�s why I like bondage. It lets me fool around and still be pure.� She
put her head down and bit the pillow again, with a look of fright on her
face lest John break all the rules and force himself on her.
�What?!� John roared. �You--� he fell silent, speechless. Even Kate
felt dumbfounded. The woman had dressed so provocatively, and
encouraged everyone to enjoy themselves, yet she was withholding
herself?
�I should punish you very hard for denying my master like that,� Kate
said to Rose. She looked down at the woman�s offered rump and her
exposed pussy, and her twinkling bare anal hole that showed itself
between her open cheeks.
�Yes, hard enough at least to mark me,� Rose said. �So I have a
souvenir of the night.�
�Your bottom will be quite a souvenir then!� Kate shouted, her voice
highpitched. She brought her arm swinging down across Kate�s fanny and
gave her an ass-thumping blow.
�Yeeeoww!� Rose said between clenched teeth as she bit into her
pillow. A mark formed across Rose�s bottom, marring the perfect splendor
of her white cheeks.
�Give it to her good,� John growled. Kate heard a slight sense of
relief in his voice, though, and realized John intended on shooting out his
cum as he watched. Kate looked back at him over her shoulder.
�Try not to spill on her nice carpet,� Kate said to John. �Get a cup or
something.�
�Fuck you!� John shouted. �Are you in cahoots with her? Two
women can never be trusted. I should punish you both myself. And fuck
you.�
�Just watch as I make her look as wealed on her bottom as I am,�
Kate sniffed. She was beginning to find John a bother. She liked his
rough-and-ready attitude but she didn�t want him controlling her
relationship with Rose. She liked having this lovely woman ass-up in
front of her, especially since she was like a nun, still a virgin, being
whipped, it seemed, for her sinful thoughts.
Kate slammed another blow into Rose�s heinie. Rose bounced on her
knees and rubbed herself furiously. �Ohhh, not too many of those, please,�
Rose said when she�d caught her breath. Kate laughed at the woman, so
penitent, yet afraid of her requested punishment all the same.
�God will do as God will do, and me too!� Kate chimed. She felt holy
somehow, spanking this woman, making her smart and cry out. She gave
Rose another smack. The crop was thin and it left a mark like Rose
apparently wanted it to, sharp and thin and wealy-red. Kate realized Rose
had challenged herself by picking such a thin crop. She didn�t just want to
stick up her bare bottom and feel it whacked. She wanted to push farther,
to dare herself. As Kate watched, Rose rotated her bottom obscenely and
mouthed her pillow and rubbed herself and began crying a little.
�You�ll make the pillow all wet, crybaby!� Kate admonished her
captive. It mattered not that it was Rose�s pillow in Rose�s house. It was
still a wet pillow, if Rose insisted on crying into it, and Kate punished her
for wetting the pillow with her tears.
WHACK! The crop hit distinctly across the crown of Rose�s bottom,
marring both summits with a bright red line. Rose let out a howl and
tears issued forth more freely from her sobbing eyes. Kate struck again,
careful not to hit her twice in the same spot, for she didn�t want to truly
hurt the woman, only mark her so she�d have something to look at in the
mirror the next day, when all the guests were gone and Kate was the
property of her master again.
WHACK! THWACK! Kate gulped as she realized her aim had been off
on the latest blow. She�d hit Rose twice in the same exact spot. Rose
squeezed her cheeks hard and lifted her head and screamed.
�I�m sorry,� Kate moaned. She rubbed herself as she watched Rose
twirl her bottom around and clench her cheeks together.
�No, please punish me, don�t spare me,� Rose replied. �I must pay
for not letting John fuck me.�
�Yes! Whack her �til she�s raw!� John ordered. Kate nodded and
purposely aimed for places she�d struck before. She flailed away, banging
her crop into Rose�s soft bottom again and again. Rose howled and shook
her head, her hair falling free. She mooned Kate with her cheeks, sticking
her ass back at her tormentress. She farted once, making Kate pause and
draw back and pass her hand in front of her nose to fan away the scent of
Rose�s hole. Kate made Rose pay for the fart with a vertical blow straight
down the middle of Rose�s bottomcrack. Rose shrieked and sobbed loudly.
Yet she kept her fingers on her honeyed pussy, frigging it with a strange
kind of painful pleasure.
At last Kate couldn�t bear to hit Rose anymore. She was afraid if
she struck one of Rose�s rising weals she�d draw blood. She tossed the
crop completely off the bed so she wouldn�t be tempted to use it again, no
matter what. She glanced back at John. He�d cum at some point, groaning
loudly, but she�d been too busy with Rose to bother herself watching him.
He�d retreated to a comfy chair now, sitting on it bare-assed, with the
remnants of his manhood puddling the carpet and slowly sinking into it.
�Don�t whack my bottom please, John,� Kate told him. John nodded
mutely. He seemed to have lost some of his fire. He still played with
himself, waiting for his strength to return so he could rejoin the fun.
Kate untied her corset. She yanked on its gripping shell to get it
sufficiently open so that she could bend down. Then she bent and sniffed
Rose�s bottom. She had a strange desire, and she knew if she hesitated
she would never fulfill it. She extended her tongue. She clapped her hands
to Rose�s bottom to still its movements. Rose shrieked at the sudden
pressure on her raw heinie. Even the touch of another female hurt now.
�Quiet. I�m going to make you a little better,� Kate told Rose. Then,
curling her tongue, she stuck it boldly into the valley between Rose�s
cheeks. She knew what she was looking for and she quickly found it. She
spread Rose wide, fighting the woman�s desire to close herself off in
back, and rimmed Rose�s anal hole with her tongue. �I�m going in,� Kate
said breathlessly, and did her best to penetrate the virgin sphincter. She
was astonished at herself, but she persevered, and she wondered if Rose
was as astonished as she herself was. She delved with difficulty into
Rose�s anus. It was tight, but Kate was determined. �Spread, spread.
Open, open. Stop fighting me!� Kate breathed aloud. Then she stabbed at
Rose�s virgin hole again and felt her tongue slide inside.
�Oh, only my husband must do that to me,� Rose wailed. But she
relaxed her burning cheeks sufficiently for Kate to make headway. Kate
tasted the inside of Rose�s hole and stabbed at her like an Indian raping a
white woman. �No, no, no, no,� Rose wailed, but she only tightened her
bottom a little and Kate was able to yank her cheeks apart when she did.
In and out Kate moved her tongue. She fucked Rose�s hole with her
small little tongue as eagerly as John would have with his big penis. Rose
sobbed in her pillow and wailed that she was no longer a virgin. Kate kept
up the punishment. When she had tasted as much as she wished she
withdrew her tongue and leapt from the bed. She ran into the bathroom
and opened the hot water tap and bent down and stuck her face under the
warming stream to clean it.
�Mmmm, m and m�s without the candy shell,� Kate smiled when she
returned to the bedroom. Rose sat on the bed, clutching her tear-stained
pillow to her face. She sat on her bottom protectively, obviously fearing a
new assault. John stood, his cock newly risen and ready for action.
�We need to put some cream on your bottom to repair the skin,� Kate
said to Rose.
�I know,� Rose answered. �Did you cum tonguing me?�
�Not, not quite,� Kate said. �I was too busy holding you open.�
�I came,� Rose said. �Let me tongue you to orgasm and then you can
attend to my bottom.�
�How can you bear to sit on it?� Kate asked.
�I don�t want you to fuck it again!� Rose blurted.
�Okay, I won�t, skairdy-cat,� Kate replied.
�Come and lay on the bed and I�ll lick you,� Rose said.
Kate obliged. Rose lay on top of her and kissed her face. Then she
slid down her body, slowly, kissing her risen tits and even biting them a
little, so that Kate was forced to cry out. Rose licked Kate�s belly button,
as if to fuck it with her tongue as Kate had fucked Rose�s hole. Then,
sliding still lower, she put her face in Kate�s nest and slowly licked her
pouty sex. John, getting on the bed behind Rose, helpfully stroked himself
to orgasm and spurted his healing cum all over Rose�s bottom.
With a sharing of kisses and a jostling of limbs and thighs and
bosoms Kate slid out from underneath Rose. She knelt on all fours with
her bottom high, in case John should find new inspiration, for she knew a
slave�s duty was to always present herself willing and ready before her
master. Kate licked her lips to get her tongue ready. Then she bent down
and began to lick up the semen that John had so generously provided upon
Rose�s bottom.
The sperm was salty. Kate felt funny licking another woman�s fanny
but her master had chosen to deposit his sperm here and so Kate felt it
was her duty to make sure it didn�t go to waste. Sperm belonged inside a
girl, Kate told herself. So she laved Rose�s huddling bottom with her
tongue while Rose lay on her belly upon the bed, sobbing quietly into her
pillow. Every touch upon her bottom hurt. Even John�s sperm shooting
onto her bottom had made her quiver with pain. Now Kate�s tongue, trying
extra hard to be very soft and gentle, sent new spasms of pain tremoring
through her plump fanny.
�There, there, it�s not too bad,� Kate assured Rose, though she had
never been whipped as soundly as she herself had just whipped Rose. Kate,
with her bottom lofted high, still showing the fading marks of her less
severe punishment under the tree, wondered what it was like to be so
completely and thoroughly beaten. She almost wished John would pick up
the riding crop and lay it on her, vigorously and without remorse, so she
could know for herself what she�d done to poor Rose. And it was in
thinking this that she knew that John wasn�t the right man for her.
Whatever his reputation with Marie, he had failed her. He�d let her become
a mistress when all she wanted was to be a slave.
When her tummy was full of John�s sperm Kate got up from the bed.
John had sat behind her on the bed, watching her, and she gave him a brief
kiss on his smooth-shaven cheek. Precociously she gave a little tug on his
cock. It was soft and flaccid. He turned his head and watched her as she
leapt down from the bed and walked confidently toward the door.
�Where are you going?� John mumbled. He was satisfied and content
and he didn�t bother to raise his voice for, it seemed, he thought Kate was
simply taking a moment to attend to her bladder or to some feminine duty.
But Kate, as soon as she was free of him, went out to the living room. She
hunted for her discarded skirt and blouse among the many clothes now
lying on the floor. Her blouse was under a pair of castoff panties. She got
it on and then found someone�s skirt, though it wasn�t hers, and decided it
would have to do. Someone was groping at her ankles and wanted her to
lie down with him. Kate managed to free her leg and, getting on the skirt,
slipped out the front door as quietly and quickly as she could.
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