Keeping It Up with the Joneses

by N. S. Johnson

  He put the paddle down and she was sorry for it. She didn’t know what she’d done to stop that good pain. When she thought to protest, he reached for his cock, but he didn’t put it in her. He rubbed at her with his thumb as she continued to writhe.

  “I’ll be good, Master.”

  He smirked because he knew better. If she were good, he might treat her well. And he knew that she liked his punishments.

  He leaned down and spit in her pussy. It was unnecessary as she was so wet. He just liked to degrade her, and she loved to be degraded. She’d take any of his fluids that she could get. He jammed into her and she howled her pleasure.

  She always found him. No matter how far he and his wife moved, she’d eventually turn up at their door, which would piss his wife off. But Mr. Jones was secretly glad she was here. He loved her tight little pussy, and the fucked up things she let him do to her.

  He slammed into her tight cunt now while slapping her clit with an open palm. He rammed her so hard he moved the legs of the bed. She struggled to keep her eyes open to watch him. He watched them glaze as he dealt with her roughly.

  He grabbed her pussy in his fist and squeezed her lips tight. It squished and leaked into his palm, dripping through the cracks of his fingers. It turned from pink to red. Tears stung her eyes as her cunt spilled around him.

  He picked up the paddle and slapped at her clit again. Her pussy jerked around his cock. She moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as she begged, pleaded with him for more.

  “You’re such a fucking slut.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You’re going to do what you’re told from now on.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He pulled his dick out of her cunt and shoved it down her throat for telling such a bold-faced lie. The tip of his cock touched her tonsils. The gurgling sound she made brought him close to the edge. The slut had no gag reflex, bless her clit.

  He pinched her nose and shoved himself balls deep into her mouth. She whimpered, but she didn’t protest. He let go of her nose, and she took a deep inhale. But she didn’t let go of his cock.

  He grabbed her by the hair. Moving his knees next to her ears, he leaned over and thrust his hips into her face while jerking her head into his crotch. She sounded like a baby gurgling on a bottle.

  Jones reached down and put his other hand around her throat. Still thrusting, he squeezed along the column of her neck. Her eyes rolled back in her head. He continued to shove her face into his pubic hair. Thrusting his cock all the way down her throat, he held her there until he felt her trembling.

  He released her throat and yanked his dick out of her mouth. She came up gasping for air. When she caught her breath, she opened her eyes. She licked her lips and then opened her mouth wider.

  Being a gentleman, he did it again. The sounds of his thrusts down her throat sounded like the dregs going down a drain. He pulled away and her saliva clung from her mouth making a zip line to his dick.

  He shoved back in. Deeper this time. Harder this time. When he pulled away, she coughed up spit tinged with blood.

  He yanked her head back and spit in her mouth. “Tell me how much you like it.”

  “I love it, Master. Please.” She opened her mouth wide. There was a smudge of red on her bottom teeth.

  Instead of abusing her mouth more, he grabbed a Magic Wand and went after her swollen clit. Her eyes widened as he turned the vibrator on and aimed it at her clit, at the same time that he shoved his cock in her pussy.

  She was coming within a minute. Her sweet, tight channel forming a vice around his cock. The great thing about the vibrations of the wand was that transferred down to his cock. He turned the dial up to high and pounded her even harder. Just as the first orgasm came down, a second one began.

  Her legs shook, straining against the ropes that bound her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. He ran the fingers of his free hand through her cunt juices and then stuffed them in her mouth. After she licked them clean, he took those fingers from her mouth and slapped her inner thighs. She came so hard she pushed his dick out.

  He shoved his way back in, past her still clenching and gasping muscles. He turned the dial of the wand up to its highest setting. Her eyes went to the back of her head and she grunted like an animal as she pulled against her bindings.

  He put his hand to her throat and squeezed. This time when she came, it was the geyser of fluids from her G-spot that pushed him out. Her pussy squirted high enough to reach his chest. The muscles there pushed so hard that he saw her cervix pushing through her cunt. He knew he wasn’t getting his dick back in her until the flow stopped. So he kept the vibrator on her clit and watched the water works.

  He forgot what a good little slut she was. He knew she was sensitive after coming three times and squirting once. Perfect. He pulled out the clamps.

  God, she hadn’t been fucked like this in months. No one turned her out the way he did. She’d come more in the last ten minutes than she had… since the last time she’d tracked him down.

  And she knew he was no where near finished with her.

  When she opened her eyes after that last orgasm, she saw the clamps. She wanted to cry. With joy.

  Her skin was so sensitive. Jones peeled the alligator teeth of the clamps. She hissed when they bit her nipples. There was a chain between the two pieces, and he tugged on that with one hand.

  With the other hand, he reached down and stuck two fingers in her, searching for her G-spot. He found it easily. It practically hung out of her body seeking his attention.

  He pulled the chain on her nipples. The twin sensations of pain and pleasure were almost too much to bare. Her brain short circuited and all she could process was feeling.

  She felt him remove his fingers and insert his thick cock. She felt the paddle crack the undersides of her breasts and zing her stiff nipples. She felt so sensitive, but still she needed it harder, deeper, faster, rougher.

  And he gave it to her.

  Just as she started to come, he pulled off one clamp. When the teeth let her go, she howled. When the other teeth unclenched she screamed. Her cunt clenched around his cock, and she came again. The pleasure and pain wracked her body, turning her inside out.

  Even before the sensations stopped he was slamming back into her. Harder than ever before. So much that her screams and moans were now silent, trapped in her throat.

  He pulled out of her pussy and spilled his seed all over her swollen breasts. She wept at the sight of if it because she wanted it in her mouth. She was so far gone that she hadn’t heard the door open.

  “What do we have here?”

  She peeled her eyes open with great effort. Framed in the doorway was The Bitch.

  “Honey bud,” said he said, “we have a guest.”

  “Didn’t we get a restraining order?”

  “She is restrained,” he said.

  “So she is.” The Bitch eyed the cum all over her breasts. “Did you just fuck my husband?”

  She couldn’t answer. Her throat was sore from the fucking, moaning, and screaming.

  “Answer me.”

  The crack against her cheek loosened her vocal chords. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Did you ask my permission?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “What’s the penalty?”

  “Suck my Mistress’ cunt until she’s satisfied.”

  “That’s right, slut.”

  Mrs. Jones climbed up on the bed and sat on her face. She did as she was told. After all, The Bitch had been her Mistress before he became her Master.

  The House Party

  The doorbell rang. It was one of those gonging ones, not a buzzer. It vibrated down through her ears and rolled over her shoulders. She could hear her Mistress welcoming in guests.

  The eclectic assortment of people came inside the Joneses’ living room. A rotund man with a twirling mustache had his hand on the hip of a tall, thin woman with a dark bob cut like a flapper. There was a lar
ge, bald man with muscles like a body builder with a short woman with long hair. A host of other non descript folks who mingled, had drinks, and ate a few of the snacks placed around the room.

  She did none of these things. She spoke to no one. She drank nothing, ate nothing. She didn’t move from her seat on the couch. She couldn’t. She was a little tied up.

  People moved around her, not paying her much attention. No one addressed her. She couldn’t have said anything if they had. She had a gag in her mouth.

  She lay spread eagle on the couch. Her head back against the back of the cushions. Her feet in the air. Her pussy and ass presented for the pleasure of everyone who came through the door.

  The Joneses’ were having a house party, and she was the entertainment. No one came near her for the first half hour. They walked around her, admiring her pretty pussy and pert ass. They weren’t allowed to touch, not until the Mistress gave them permission to do so. It would be impolite to touch without permission and it would incur the Mistress’ ire.

  No one would dare cross her Mistress. The consequence could be that they would take her place and be punished. Or worse, they might not get invited back.

  She felt lucky that she was getting punished for coming to find her owners instead of being turned out. The Mistress’ punishments were welcome in her mind. That bitch had a healthy imagination for punishments.

  Finally the conversations died down. The snack trays were cleared. The wine bottles were near empty. All attention turned to her.

  “Who wants to be the wizard?” asked the Mistress holding up a magic wand. It was black with a gold tip. At the handle was a button.

  The pudgy man with the mustache stepped up. As he came closer, he raised his grubby hand out. Mistress handed him the black Magic Wand vibrator and then stepped back to view her punishment being meted out.

  The round man sat down on the couch with a smile. He turned the vibrator on and laid it against her clit. She was still sensitive from her Master’s pounding last night, and the subsequent punishment she’d taken from her Mistress in the form of a twelve inch long dildo. So the moment the wand touched her clit, her hips skyrocketed off the cushion.

  “Who wants to get a finger in?” asked the Mistress.

  A petite brunette raised her hand and Mistress waved her forward. The woman sat on the other side opposite the fat man running the wand up and down her cunt. The brunette shoved two fingers into the bound, dripping cunt and began to pump. And then the games began.

  “Who’s on the scoreboard?” asked Mistress.

  “I am honey bud,” said Master. He sat near the unlit fire place with a chalkboard on the mantel. He held a wine glass in one hand and a piece of chalk in the other.

  “All right, after three blows she’s going down on everybody here. After six blows she gets fucked-” She turned back to the couch, her grin sinister. “-by everyone here. Let’s get to work, puppies.”

  She was already approaching the first blow as the pudgy man with the vibrator and the brunette with the long fingers worked her over. The pudgy man was more knowledgeable than she thought. He pulled the vibrator away a bit, making her chase it which sent her into the thrusting of the brunette. The brunette crooked her fingers, hitting her spot, and she blew.

  “She needs some second base action,” announced the Mistress.

  The pudgy man kept her chasing after the vibrator and the brunette changed the angle of her pumping. A tall, thin man came behind the couch and reached for each of her breasts. He first gathered them softly in his hands, testing their weight. She was still reeling from the first orgasm when he wet both of his thumbs and began circling her nipples.

  The brunette made shallower thrusts as the pudgy man pressed the wand directly on her clit. The thin man gathered her breasts in his long fingers, kneading the flesh and then pulling and pinching her nipples. She blew her top as his rough thumb pads flicked at her stiff points. The thrusting continued against her G-spot and her ears filled with the squishy sounds of her channel filling with fluid.

  What brought her back down was the sound of scratching. She opened her eyes and found her Master’s hands. He made a tick with the chalk on the chalkboard, adding to the tally. Her gaze fastened on him. He winked at her. Just that wink sent her over the top for a shallow number three. But it still counted, and he added another tick to her score.

  A cheer went up through the crowd. Mistress came behind her and pulled out the gag. “Good girl,” she said and slapped her face.

  The sting rippled through her body mixing with the sensations of the orgasm.

  “All right boys and girls, line up to get licked.”

  The pudgy guy handed the brunette the wand, and he stood. He unzipped his pants and presented his surprisingly long dick to her mouth. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked as the brunette worked her sensitive clit with the vibrator and the tall man continued to toy with her breasts.

  She went through a procession of dicks. Some were long, reaching the back of her throat and pushing her gag reflex to its limits. Some were smaller but wide, giving her tongue a workout to get their owners sufficiently riled up enough to blow. Two cunts climbed the couch and knelt over her face. She sucked at buds and tugged at labia until her face was sopping with clit and cum juice.

  She lost count of how many times she came, but she knew she’d hit six when she felt the first cock enter her swollen pussy. There was no lube used. Instead everyone was instructed to spit anywhere they wanted to put their private parts into her.

  The first guy was gentle as he entered her bit by bit. She tuned out his rocking hips and found her Master’s gaze. Jones ran his finger around the top of his wine glass as he gazed at her pussy. She knew he wouldn’t come over and participate. The Bitch wouldn’t allow him to play with her. That was part of her punishment.

  It didn’t matter. She was here, tied up instead of out of the house on her ass. She would take any cock, any pussy, any toy to get back to the one thing she wanted. He was just a few feet away from her, and she was a patient woman.

  The next guy was a rough rider. He slammed into her pussy like he was the hammer and she was a nail. Lucky for him she liked it rough. She came, hard, making his teeth rattle as she became the hammer around his nail of a cock.

  By then her Mistress was getting bored. The Bitch took out some wands of her own and came over to the couch. Watching her Mistress, she swallowed a few times and braced herself.

  Mistress zapped her right tit with the electric wand. The shock went straight to her heart and her core pulsed around an empty channel. She heard the scratching on the board as yet another tick mark went into her tally.

  Mistress zapped the right breast. Then The Bitch aimed the wand at her pussy and got her labia. The sensations Mistress dealt her were enough to make her eyes roll back in her head. She jackknifed off the cushions, pulling at her binds.

  Mistress put the wands aside and grabbed a flogger. She rotated her wrists round and round, making the fringe of the flogger into a jumping rope. The edges slapped, slapped, at her abused pussy. She jumped, but of course she didn’t get far.

  Helpless against the pleasure assaulting her, she was lost in the rhythm of the fringe hitting her ears and her pussy. Up above her, someone set clamps to her nipples. She was panting, crying, moaning, begging, cursing, praising, screaming.

  She felt someone move at her side. They must have picked up the electric wand because she felt an alternating current zapping each of her toes.

  Every limb, every joint, every entrance, every exit, every nerve was on fire. It was too much sensation. And then it stopped.

  Someone was between her thighs, licking her cunt and her asshole with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes. She wasn’t used to tenderness. She only understood roughness and pain as pleasure. Her body didn’t know what to do with the softness, and so she came.

  They didn’t give her a moment to come down and catch her breath. The soft touch was shoved away, and the rou
gh riding resumed.

  Mistress slapped at her cunt, making her jump. The foot fetisher zapped and sucked her toes making her squirm. Someone pulled at the clamps on her nipples making her whimper.

  And then, again, it stopped.

  There were two tongues at her clit and a finger in her ass. They were soft, but insistent. They pulled and tugged until they grasped another orgasm from somewhere inside her.

  The tongues stayed on her clit, and the flogging began again. All over her body the straps stung her like a swarm of bees. On her stomach, her thighs, her breast. The zapping continued on her toes. The finger remained in her ass and then was joined by a second.

  She was coming every other second. Or she had started coming, and it had never stopped. She had no clue. Her brain decided it was easier if it just short-circuited. All she could do was feel.

  A cock nudged at her mouth. She opened and sucked mindlessly. Her body was moving on its own. She had no control over any of her movements any more. She was hers -her Mistress’- and The Bitch she knew it.

  She opened my eyes, and all she saw was her. Mistress stood over her. Her arms were crossed over her breasts as she watched her fall into oblivion.

  She didn’t know when it all stopped. Her breasts were released from their captivity. She was sure it was painful, but there was so much sensation that she could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure. It just piled on.

  Her legs were unbound from her hands. Whatever and who ever had filled her cunt and her ass vacated the premises. She still felt hands all over her, but their touch was no longer sensual. They molded and massaged the kinks out of her thighs. They rubbed feeling back into her arms. She soaked up the aftercare as her body sighed its final relief.

  When she opened her eyes, everyone was gone. The guests. Her Mistress. And him.

  She looked at the scoreboard. The ticks were everywhere on the black. She’d turned the blackboard white.