by Monica Belle
Out they came, left bulging beneath the tower of his erection, a sight to delight any rude girl, and terrify a prissy one, or a middle-aged lesbian, perhaps. I went first, pushing open the bathroom door, to find Hilary Chalmers as we’d left her, bound and gagged on the floor, her designer skirt rucked up to show the crotch of her white silk knickers, her torn blouse a little open to reveal the heaving flesh of her ample chest, her eyes fixed to Aaron’s straining erection. I gave a curt order.
‘Get her bare.’
I went to the bath, to pick up the big wooden bath brush Sophie had bought the day before. Bobbie had come in last, the silver hairbrush from Hilary’s bag in her hand. Sophie squatted down, grinning as she ripped Hilary’s blouse wide open and tugged the bra cups down to spill out heavy, firm breasts. Hilary had begun to squirm again, and make little whimpering noises through her gag, but it made no difference. She was rolled onto her front, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her knickers dragged down to her thighs, and her bottom bared – two pale, meaty cheeks trembling in her anticipation. Aaron clicked his tongue in satisfaction at the sight, making me chuckle as I spoke.
‘Right, Chalmers, first off, a good spanking, a dose of your own medicine. One hundred smacks.’
Bobbie stepped forward, placing one sharp, heeled boot in the small of Hilary’s back and immediately bringing the hairbrush down on the bare, quivering nates with a meaty smack. I joined in, applying the bathbrush, unable to restrain a grin as Hilary’s flesh cheeks bounced and wobbled to the smacks, the white flesh quickly turning red.
Sophie counted the smacks, her pretty face twisted into an expression of malicious glee. As the count grew higher, we spanked harder, turn and turn about, until Hilary was writhing her bottom in her pain, her muscles twitching and her bottom pushing up and down to hint at the rude details between her cheeks, and at the lips of her glistening sex. We gave no attention to her muffled pleas for mercy, dishing out the full one hundred strokes to leave her shivering on the floor, her bottom flushed deep red, a muscle in one thigh twitching uncontrollably. I stood back.
‘I hope that’s taught you a lesson, Chalmers. That’s how it feel to be punished like that, you vicious bitch. Feels good, does it, like you tell us it should? Feels good to be stripped and humiliated and spanked, Ms Chalmers; spanked on your bare arse?’
Her only answer was a muffled sobbing. I stepped closer, pulling up my skirt.
‘OK girls, Aaron?’
Aaron wasn’t OK, his cock was absolutely rigid. I shook my head and stepped across Hilary’s prone body, straddling her legs.
‘Turn over, bitch, or you get another hundred.’
She obeyed, rolling to look up at me, her eyes full of emotion and lust as they met mine. Bobbie climbed into position, and Sophie was splay-legged above Hilary’s head and waist. Both had their skirts rucked high, Sophie bare, Bobbie in lacy white knickers, which she pulled aside, leaving Hilary staring up at a bare pussy. I tugged my own gusset aside, pushing my belly out a little, above where Hilary’s lowered knickers left the plump mound of her cunt showing between her thighs. There was panic in her eyes and she began to squirm again as I spoke.
‘OK, bitch, have some champagne, second hand!’
I let go, my pee spurting out onto her body, to splash on her pussy mound and her belly, soiling her knickers and thighs from a dizzy height. Sophie laughed to see, and let go her own stream, full on Hilary’s breasts, and lastly Bobby, right in the face. I couldn’t help but feel mean, peeing all over her, but I knew from what Sophie had told me that she really got off on being humiliated and, odd as it seemed, she may even reward us for it. She was an odd creature, Hilary Chalmers; a most unusual beast – a female pervert, in fact. I got off on it, too. It was impossible to deny the sadistic glee bubbling up beneath my pity, or the delightful sense of naughtiness. No one was being hurt. It was all good, dirty fun.
We let her have it all, laughing like drains. She was incensed, squirming on the floor, then rolling over to protect her face, but succeeding only in making sure her hair got a fair share. By the time we’d finished she was in an agony of emotion, writhing in her bonds, her big breasts squashing out on wet floor, her glistening red buttocks working in her anguish, to show the rude pink hole between and the lips of her sex. I stepped back.
‘You’re on, Aaron. Now for the finalé. He’s going to sort you out.’
Chalmers went wild, wriggling in the puddle beneath her, her breasts and belly splashing in it as she struggled to free herself, her naked bottom bucking furiously. Sophie bit her lip in excited anticipation as Aaron sank into a squat, his huge dark cock held in his hand. He reached forward to feel for her sex and announced to everyone how wet she was.
I was staring as he did it, my tummy fluttering and a hot rush between my legs, watching him crudely fingerfuck her – this hulking great geezer having his fill of posh totty. She let out a single, bitter sob as Aaron took himself in hand and then positioned himself to push it slowly in to the tune of her muffled gasps.
My hand had gone between my thighs as I watched her getting fucked, remembering how it had felt myself, and unable to hold back. I sat on the bath, legs wide, staring as I rubbed myself through my knickers, until Bobbie and Sophie sat down beside me to enjoy the live sex show. Bobbie’s hand slipped between my thighs and into my knickers. I didn’t stop her, but returned the favour, to both of them, the three of us toying with each other as we watched Hilary Chalmers getting it on the floor.
At that moment I wanted it myself, to be treated as we’d treated her, snatched off the street by three vindictive girls, tied and gagged, my bottom stripped and spanked, laughed at as they pissed all over me, and finally given to a man, to be shagged senseless as they masturbated over what they’d done to me.
I felt my body go tight, Bobbie’s fingers rubbed harder, and I was coming, my eyes glued to where Aaron’s thick black cock was moving in and out between Hilary’s well spanked, glistening wet bottom cheeks. I held it for ages, my fingers still working in the girls’ knickers, until Bobbie snatched her hand away and pressed mine to her pussy, coming with a low moan.
Sophie was pulling on me even as Bobbie finished, and I could guess what she wanted. I went down as they cuddled together, to press my face to her fanny, licking as she took me by the hair. Her legs were wide open, her belly pushed forward, and found myself kissing her bottom hole, too high to think twice. She gave a pleased purr as my lips pressed to the tiny, puckered ring, before pulling me firmly onto her as Bobbie began to suckle on a breast.
Behind me Aaron was starting to grunt, and Hilary’s little muffled cries had taken on an urgent, desperate quality. I licked harder, full on Sophie’s clit, and a moment later her thighs were tightening around my head and she too was coming. Only when she let go of my hair did I pull back, twisting around to watch the climax of Hilary’s treatment.
Aaron was nearly there, tight lipped and grunting with effort as he drove his cock into, again and again. I moved close. My hand slipped in under Hilary’s belly to find her clit, and I was masturbating her, everything but my task pushed from my mind as I gave her what she had asked of me – orgasm at the deepest, most emotional moment of her fantasy, when the man we’d chosen to shag her was coming.
Her whole body was shivering as it went through her, quite simply the longest orgasm I’d ever witnessed, starting before Aaron came to his own grunting, puffing climax, and continuing long after he’d shot his load. I only stopped when she’d gone completely limp and turned her head to look at me, her face full of exhaustion, gratitude, and bliss.
I’d done it, all of it, without a hitch. Even Aaron had played his part to perfection. I’d come too, more excited than I’d expected, although it didn’t mean I wouldn’t be indulging myself with Todd later on. He’d been watching from the door, and while he looked more than a little bemused, there was no escaping the implication of the bulge in his trousers. I gave him a friendly squeeze and a kiss.
‘Right w
ith you, just let us clean up a bit.’
He nodded and went to pour himself a glass of champagne as we began to clear up, taking turns in the shower, soaping each other and getting nice and clean. Hilary was absolutely delighted, positively bubbling over with pleasure and looking totally relaxed. She was calling me her angel, which seemed a bit incongruous after what we’d done, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind the amount of money she slipped into my hand later, either, a cool grand in fifty-pound notes, which was going to make an awful lot of difference to me at university.
There was only one bottle of fizz left, so Hilary sent Bobbie for more, with instructions not to spare the expense. We’d just about finishing cleaning up, and I was bunging those clothes that had a chance of being saved into the washing machine when the doorbell went. Sophie was in her bedroom, getting dressed, so I went, expecting Bobbie with the champagne.
It wasn’t.
It was Keith, holding a bottle of cheap white wine, his voice full of forced merriment as he spoke.
‘Hi, Lucy, Keith’s here, so now it’s party time!’
I hesitated, just too long, wondering what to say, and he’d pushed inside. With everyone sitting around drinking champagne I could hardly deny it was a party and I wasn’t telling the truth in a hurry. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings either, even if it was crass of him to turn up uninvited just because he knew we’d be getting together. Yet what could I say?
Sophie emerged from the bedroom, now in a red PVC cat suit that left her breasts bare, clearly up for more.
‘Keith!’
He was staring, open mouthed. The look on her face changed from surprise to annoyance as she covered her breasts.
‘What are you doing here?’
I heard the lift chime and quickly went to the open door in case it was a neighbour.
It wasn’t.
It was Luke, and with him Big Dog the rentboy, one in denims, the other in leathers, including tight, abbreviated shorts. I quickly pulled the door to, then changed my mind, not wanting them inside, but not wanting them outside either.
‘Come in, quick. What are you doing, here?’
‘Aaron’s here, yeah?’
‘Yes, but . . .’
I hustled them inside and shut the door. Sophie was talking to Keith, who looked as if he was about to cry. Aaron stood up, grinning. Todd stepped forward, throwing a questioning glance at me. I raised my hands in exasperation as Big Dog spoke, jerking his thumb towards Luke.
‘Hi bro, this is my bitch, like I promised, and this . . . this is the bitch who sent you up the Heath.’
They were looking at me, and I knew how they’d found out, through Luke. Aaron gave a slow nod, the friendliness suddenly gone from his face. I raised my hands, babbling, even as Todd stepped towards us.
‘It was a joke, that’s all, Jesus!’
The bell went. This time I checked, looking through the peephole and half expecting to find Maryam Smith, Father Jessop, Charles King, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
It wasn’t.
It was Bobbie, and I quickly let her in, grabbing the bag of champagne bottles from her hand in desperate hope of defusing the situation.
‘Come on, everyone, champagne all round!’
Hilary spoke up.
‘I really don’t think . . .’
‘Look, you little bitch, I want to know what the game is,’ said Aaron, who would not take kindly to being made to look a fool.
‘Yeah, little bitch is right,’ said Big Dog.
Todd jumped in.
‘You call her that again, you dirty poof . . .’
Bobbie was calling for calm. The room dissolved in noise, everyone talking at once, voices rising with anger. I put my hands up, struggling for anything that would just make them shut-up. The bell chimed. I went, grateful for the interruption, and expecting an irate neighbour.
It wasn’t.
It was Niall. Dressed as Superman.
‘Hi, Perky, I’m your stripper.’
I began to stammer, wondering how in hell to explain Aaron and Big Dog, Luke and Todd.
‘I . . . we . . . er . . . we’ve already got a stripper . . . strippers.’
‘You’ve got other blokes in there?’
He pushed the door wide, too strong for me to do anything. I turn to face the room as he stepped in, biting my lip in an agony of embarrassment. He froze, staring at Todd.
‘So it’s true! You bastard!’
Todd turned on him, massive fists coming up. Big Dog snatched the moment, swinging a punch in. Todd caught it and pushed, sending the rent boy sprawling on the floor and closed with Niall in a flurry of fists. The girls were shouting, Keith was in tears, Aaron was yelling abuse. Hilary Chalmers gave an angry exclamation, rounding on me as I back for the open door.
‘And where do you think you’re going?’ she said, haughty voice back in place.
‘Er, university. Bye.’
And with that, I ran, my wild red hair flowing behind me.
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