Meanwhile, Annie was still slurping up the cum as it oozed out of Suzie's ass. I went back to that side of the bed and told Annie she was a naughty girl for wanting to lick cum from a girl's ass, and I intended to spank her. She stopped licking, looked up at me, smiled and asked if maybe a paddle or a belt might be a better way of disciplining her. I told her I thought a paddle would be good for her ass, but the belt would be good for her pussy. She agreed, gave Suzie's asshole one more deep lick, and then waited on the bed for instructions.
I told Suzie to bring me my toy bag and then lie on her back with her legs spread. I told Annie to rest her elbows on the bed in between Suzie's legs, and to spread her own legs wide. After pulling the oak paddle out of my toy bag, I then instructed Suzie to scoot down enough to put her pussy right at Annie's mouth, and told Annie she had to lick Suzie's pussy while I paddled her. She had to stop licking after each swat and give the count. If she lost count or didn't answer quickly, I'd start over. I planned to give her 25 swats, but after reaching 15, she miscounted and I started over at 1. This time she only made it to 10 before messing up. I started over again.
Her asscheeks were really bright red now. I asked if they had to work tomorrow and Suzie said they had the next 2 days off. Poor Annie. She was going to be very sore! When I reached 10 swats again I saw that Suzie was holding Annie's head down in her pussy so she couldn't call out the count. I asked Suzie if she wanted to be included in the swats. She apologized and said she'd be good. I gave Annie a lighter swat, but she couldn't remember the count. I asked her if she thought it might be eleven. Defiantly, she said, "Fuck no!" so I gave her a full backswing swat and said, "One!" I gave her another hard swat and she continued the count. This time, after 25 full strength swats, she'd made the count correctly after each one. Her asscheeks had taken a real beating. I knew she was going to be bruised tomorrow.
As I paused to lightly rub my hand over her fiery hot ass, she grinned and reminded me that I was supposed to belt her pussy, too.
Ah, yes...
The End.
The Introduction
This is one of those stories you'd expect to see in the "Letters to Penthouse," but instead, here it is.
I'm on the back end of being middle-aged. I qualify for senior citizens discounts at some stores. I'm past my prime, single, and was about to give up on ever having a satisfying relationship ever again. Not wanting to give up quite yet, I placed an honest ad on an alternative personals web site, sat back, and waited for the crazies to reply. To be completely honest, I thought I'd only get responses from guys pretending to be girls, if I got any responses at all. In my ad I stated that I had two possibilities in mind. If it was not to be a long term relationship but rather a playtime situation with little or no sex involved, I wanted a female masochist. My preference was for a long-term relationship with a younger, bisexual female couple who wanted an older male influence in their relationship. You can see why I thought the responses would be bogus.
A few days passed after I posted my ad and I received nothing, not even the phonies. Finally I saw that I had a response. I was both eager to read it and tempted to ignore it, but my curiosity won out. As I read the message I couldn't help but wonder if someone was pulling my leg. Here's the text of the message I read:
Dear Uncle Johnny,
We're Annie and Suzie, a couple of bi girls who live and work together. We have a special situation and hope you may be able to help. We dance and wait tables at [name removed], a men's club in town. That's where we met. Shortly after we met we decided to move in together to save money and, well, because we had the hots for each other. LOL! After a night at the club we're practically always horny as hell and we can hardly wait to get back home and satisfy our urges. The one big problem we have is that we want a man involved, but since the club doesn't allow us to date the customers, we don't know anybody!
Your ad appealed to us in more than one way. Obviously, we like the idea of having a mature man helping us with our sexual urges. We also like the fact that you want more than just sex. Sometimes we're naughty and need a good spanking (or more) and think you could help us there, too. The only catch with that is that spankings would have to be reserved for times when we don't have to work the next night, just in case there's any bruising or welts.
We both have recent STD test results to show that we're clean. Actually, we've been monogamous since we moved in together, and that was nearly a year ago.
If you're at all interested in helping us, please email us at [address removed]. Please give us a chance! We're both real. We'll be happy to show you on webcam, talk on the phone or whatever you want to prove we're for real. Keep in mind that when we work we don't get home until the early morning hours, but if you reply, we'll reply as soon as we can!
Looking forward to hearing from you very soon, Annie and Suzie
I thought to myself, what the heck? Reply, ask some questions and see what happens! The worst that could happen is they (or the player) would get my hopes up and then vanish into thin air. The best that could happen is that they are real and they really want to have a kinky "uncle" join them.
I composed a polite message, telling them a little bit about myself and things I enjoy doing, both vanilla and kinky. I asked about each of them, their interests, and just to be safe, asked them to pick a time to meet on webcam. After clicking the Send button, I pushed back in my chair and started wondering what in the world I was about to get myself into.
Since it was the early afternoon, I didn't know if I'd get a response soon or not, or at all. I decided to surf the 'net a while and keep a watch on my email account, just in case. To my surprise, about 5 minutes later I heard the "ding" of the email notifier signaling a new message had just arrived. I stopped what I was doing and opened the inbox. Sure enough, there sat a message from Annie and Suzie! I opened it quickly and read that they wanted to get on webcam now, but apologized that since they hadn't been awake very long and hadn't put on any makeup, I needed to forgive their appearance. (They dance at a men's club, right? How bad could they look?)
I logged into the IM application and clicked "OK" to allow them to be my friends. Right away I get a message containing two smilies. Before I can type "Hello," I receive a request to view their webcam, which I promptly accept. Staring back at me are two giggling young girls wearing T-shirts. They introduce themselves, waving, giggling and apologizing for being such a mess. Annie reminds me of Angie Harmon, but younger and with red hair. She tells me that she's 24. Suzie is a dead ringer for Scarlett Johansson, but with smaller breasts. She says she's 23.
I ask myself who is paying them to pull a fast one over on me. I turn on my webcam, send them an invite, and in a moment I see them both pause their giggling and smile at their computer monitor. The next thing I see is a message on my screen, "When can we meet?"
I ask when they have to work next.
"Tonight."
I ask when they get back home.
"If we hurry, probably around 1:30 AM... and we'll hurry!"
I ask if they want to wait until another time.
"No - tonight is good!"
I ask where they want to meet.
"Here is fine."
I ask if they feel safe doing that.
"It's 2 against 1. Besides, you wouldn't hurt your nieces, would you?"
I get their address and cell phone number, just in case anything happens.
As I'm writing down the information, I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of Annie lifting up Suzie's T-shirt. I stop writing and watch. Suzie raises her arms straight up and Annie pulls the T-shirt up and off, leaving Suzie nude. They kiss a moment before Annie removes her own T-shirt and turns to the keyboard.
"Can you see okay?"
I nod my head up and down. Annie smiles, gets on all fours with her hairless pussy pointing at the webcam, and then buries her face in Suzie's pussy. A second or two later I see Annie start fingering herself, first one finger in her pussy, and then two. Suzie leans b
ack and rests on her elbows as Annie continues licking her. After a few minutes of watching this, Annie pauses and turns to the keyboard again and types, "I'm getting her ready for you. She needs to get fucked, and I want to lick her clean after you're done with her."
I think to myself, "Is it getting hot in here?" I send back a question, "Is that what Suzie wants?"
The reply I get, "Suzie wants you to fuck her in her mouth, pussy and ass, and she wants you to fill her with cum so I can lick it out of her."
I ask if that's what Annie wants and I get the reply, "Yes, and I want to kiss and lick you all over. I think I need a spanking, too."
I repeat my question to myself, "Is it getting hot in here?"
Annie turns her attention back to Suzie who is now up on all-fours. Annie moves to the side so I can see her tongue starting to work into Suzie's asshole as she fingers the glistening pussy just below. It's obvious that they know each other's desires as Suzie lowers her head, raising her ass up for Annie to lick. As Annie thrusts two fingers in and out of Suzie's pussy, Suzie rubs her own clit furiously.
In just a few minutes I see Suzie's body jerk suddenly, and Annie moves her mouth down to try and catch the spray as Suzie cums hard. Annie rolls underneath and in an instant her face disappears as Suzie lowers herself onto Annie's mouth. I watch intently as Suzie grinds her pussy into Annie's face, dragging her juicy cunt from chin to nose and back again.
Suzie gets up and turns around so she's now facing the webcam. With a look of contentment on her face, she leans forward slightly and pinches Annie's nipples tightly, then twists and pulls them as if she's trying to stretch them or even pull them off. One nipple slips from her grip so Suzie slaps the tit hard several times before gripping the nipple again. After working both nipples mercilessly, Suzie releases them, leans forward more, and starts pulling on Annie's inner pussy lips. She pulls them down, up and to the side. She attempts to tie them in a knot. When that fails, she plunges two fingers inside the pussy and pumps them in and out as she pinches Annie's clit.
Since there's no microphone on the webcam, I can't hear what's going on, but from the hands pounding the bed and the legs flailing about, I can tell that Annie is either really enjoying this, or really hating it. After several more minutes, the legs settle down, as do the hands pounding, and Suzie slides off to lie beside Annie. Annie raises up, her face glistening with Suzie's juices, and reaches her own fingers down to her pussy. She slides in two fingers, pulls them out and licks them clean. She then rolls over on top of Suzie, kisses her on the mouth and starts to slide her soaked pussy up and down one of Suzie's thighs. Just as it appears she's getting into a steady rhythm, she stops abruptly, looks to the computer and then hurries to type something in IM. "Sorry - we have to get ready for work! Looking forward to meeting you! Hope we can last that long. LOL!"
I parroted back my sentiments and said I'd see them about 1:30 at their place.
And then it all started to hit me. What if I wasn't as appealing in person? What if I liked them but they didn't like me? What if they were size queens? What if I couldn't keep up with them? What if I was being setup to be robbed or blackmailed or something?
I guess I'd find out the answers to those questions in another ten hours or so.
The End.
It's Yours
I was pushing him, testing his limits, waiting for the moment he would just back down and surrender. The brick was cool against my back, although it was granted a thin layer of cotton between. My thighs beneath my jean skirt were not granted the small kindness and I felt the brick scratch against them. My arms crossed over my chest, blocking the sight of my cold, hard nipples from his view.
In this alley, behind the theater, just steps away from the lights of the busy street, I was pushing my boyfriend into a fantasy that I had been craving since he began calling me "his".
And while he was normally chivalrous and generous and aiming to please, I knew I was pushing him into something that made him uncomfortable.
And I didn't fucking care.
"If you don't want to, it's fine," I lied, pulling my arms tighter across my chest. My dark hair fell in my face as I hung my head and slumped my shoulders. "I've never been able to find someone who could..." I shrugged, trailing off, baiting him.
"Who could what?" he asked, his voice cooler than the chilly March night. His hands were on my bare arms then, thumbs pressing hard against my skin in a possessive way. He leaned into me, his lips pressing against my hair, his breath hot on my neck. "Who could make you forget your fucking name while you came? Who could make you come over and over with this
I shrugged again, harder, feeling his hands fall from my arms. "Yeah, you can do those things. You're not the only one."
It bit at him, I knew it did. I didn't have to see the look on his face or the darkness in his eyes to feel what my comments were doing to him. I shook my hair back from my face and looked at him. I hesitated, a shiver of shock rippling through me as I saw he was turned to leave, to head back towards the lights, the passing crowds, the world. Ready to leave me in this alley, ready to pass up what I was offering him, what I was desperately hoping he would give me.
I sighed, shifting slightly, feeling how hot and damp it had grown between my legs. "I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now."
His eyes narrowed as he glanced towards the street and then back to me.
He's going to shake his head. He's going to walk away. He's going to walk away from this, from me, from all that I am pushing him to be right now. Please don't go.
I pleaded in my mind but I kept my mouth shut. I wanted this, I needed this, I craved this from him.
And he was the only one who could give it to me.
He stared at the ground and then at me, staring for so long I wondered if a universal pause button had been pressed.
"And this will make you happy?" he asked, his voice gravelly and low.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. If I opened my mouth, my pleading would commence and I could not allow myself to go weak now.
His long fingers reached for his sleeve, tugging the arm up to his elbow. His body turned towards mine, two steps and then his hands were there, running up and down the lengths of my thighs, warming me from the chill.
His lips pressed against my ear again, murmuring, conceding. "You know I would do anything you asked, no matter the circumstances," he whispered. "If this is what you want," he pressed his hips against mine, allowing me to feel the hardness beneath those dark jeans of his. "Take it, it's yours."
I won.
The realization arrived and flew from my brain as my hands traveled down his hard chest. The purr of a zipper and my hands reached inside to claim the warm hardness that was his.
He was perfect for me, perfect for the challenges I continued to present him, perfect for treating me the way a girl ought to be treated right, perfect for his length, pressed into my hand. He ground his teeth and groaned out my name as I stroked him, softly into my one palm, my other reaching in and caressing his balls.
I glanced quickly to the entrance of the alley, watching the people walk by, unaware of him and I in the alley. The indecency that was occurring as that mother walked her son to the barber, as the elderly couple clung to each other in the crowd, as the teenagers slid by on their skateboards. They were all so close, a step further from the darkness, from catching us.
He braced himself against the brick wall, a large palm pressing flat just to the side of my face. His other hand, with the long fingers that he uses to please me endlessly on those ivory keys, snuck beneath the hem of my skirt.
"Oh fuck," he moaned into my neck, satisfied at discovering that I had left my panties at home for the evening. The heel of his hand pressed against my clit, his long fingers stroking at my wetness. "Let me have you," he choked out his words.
I bent my head to whisper in his ear, "I'm yours."
His hand retreated from my warmth and I whimpered for chrissakes. He raised it to his lips
and inhaled my scent deeply. I stared, hypnotized by his hand, incredibly turned on by watching his tongue flick out and lick my juices off his palm. He focused his eyes on me, his hands moving between my legs, spreading them wider as he pressed against me.
He cupped his hand beneath my knee, lifting it higher so he could enter me more easily. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers finding purchase in his hair, tugging slightly. His breath was hot against my neck as he took his length in his hand, guiding it towards my pussy.
I fucking whimpered again. He paused, the head of his length pressing against into me, his hand sturdy beneath my trembling knee.
His eyes were dark and a grin toyed across his mouth. "Shhhh," he whispered. He glanced towards the street, towards the people and the lights and the rest of the fucking world, and then at me. "Don't get us caught lover."
And he slid into me, no friction, no hesitation, no remorse. I was so wet, it was so easy for him to bury into me. I gasped, wondering how I would keep myself quiet through this, wondering if I could really bite my tongue til it bled.
"Shhh girl," he whispered again, pulling out slowly and sinking back again. I struggled to hold on against him, to pull him closer to me. Feeling him, the familiar way he twitches within me, the strong hold he had on my body, the hot lips against my jaw... I was going to come before I had a moment to truly focus on the moment.
He shifted his weight, lifted my knee higher and increased his pace. I felt something cool bump against my clit and I moaned, louder than should be allowed even in private, and Edward's hand flew to cover my mouth. I glanced down to see the button on his pants, the button I had carelessly ignored while unzippering his pants earlier, the button that was now bumping in a rhythmic motion against my clit.
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