Bare, White and Rosy
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‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ I told her, ‘and unlike some gentlemen I could mention I won’t play any nasty tricks, but you are going to be bare-bottom, is that clear? Now, gentlemen, before I start I think you should all know that Rhiannon is only eighteen. Come down across my knee, darling.’
She gave one last worried glance at the ring of expectant male faces and draped herself across my lap, her bottom lifted, the tweed of her trousers tight over her cheeks, just as mine had been. I reached under her tummy to undo her fly, loosened her trousers a little, lifted my leg and took her firmly around the waist to make her pull her back in and ensure that everyone got a good view.
‘Better still, this will be her virgin spanking,’ I said, and took her trousers down.
Rhiannon had shaken her head as her briefs came on show, but I wasn’t sure what she meant and she didn’t try to get up, so I stuck my thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pushed. She gave a single, hard sob as her bottom cheeks came bare, small and sweet and rounded, each chubby little cheek bulging out, so full and firm you’d have thought she’d been pumped up, which gave her a very rude rear view indeed, with the tiny, dimpled star of her anus on full display and her cunt too, neat and pink and virgin. Every eye in the room was on her now, bulging from their reddened faces as they drank in the beautiful sight of her exposed bottom and sex, stripped for men for the first time.
She was trembling, and so was I, scarcely able to hold back my desire for her. Yet I knew I had to take it slowly, because she didn’t have spanking fantasies and if I did her too hard she never would. The most she knew was what it meant to have to show her bottom in front of dozens of men, and even then in panties, not bare. So I took my time, caressing her, squeezing the meat of her cheeks and running my nails across her skin, patting her ever so gently until the first pink flush had begun to creep over her bottom.
Only then did I begin to spank her, not hard, just enough as if I was trying to give her a lesson without really hurting. At that she began to kick a little, and her breathing was growing fast, so I kept apace with her and fought down the rising desire to spank the gorgeous little brat until she howled. That would come another time.
I stopped and helped her to her feet. The men began to clap, saying what a brave girl she was and complimenting her on her bottom as I took her in my arms. She clung tight, trembling, and I saw that she had begun to cry, a tear moistening each cheek. I kissed them away, thanked her and again drew her close, holding her until she chose to pull back, but even then only a little, while she seemed unable to stop herself kissing me.
Everybody in the room was watching us. I knew what I owed them, but that was just going to have to wait. Rhiannon was on heat and that mattered more than their pleasure. I stood up, still holding on to her as I spoke.
‘If you would excuse us for a few minutes, gentlemen. Percy?’
They began to mutter among themselves as we left the room, Rhiannon still with her clothes loosened and her pink bum cheeks showing beneath her shirt-tails. Percy followed a few paces behind as I climbed to what had been my office. The moment I’d locked the door behind us I took Rhiannon in my arms again, kissed her passionately and pulled at her clothes. She responded, still nervous but not unwilling, allowing me to strip her out of her jacket and waistcoat, her shoes and trousers, her shirt and at last her briefs to leave her nude but for her little diamond-pattern socks.
Percy had sat down at the desk, watching and waiting, knowing better than to interrupt, for all that he looked fit to burst. Rhiannon had glanced at him repeatedly as she was being stripped, but she’d said nothing and made no resistance, even when her briefs came off. I wasn’t sure if she’d guessed her fate, or if she’d accept it, but I had to tell her.
‘He’s going to fuck you,’ I said, my voice gentle but firm, my words deliberately unambiguous.
Her mouth opened a little, her lower lip trembling, but she said nothing.
‘Get your cock out, Percy,’ I ordered. ‘Don’t worry, darling, it won’t hurt. His cock’s quite small, and he’s the perfect gentleman.’
She responded with a weak nod and I gave her an encouraging smile. Percy was doing as he’d been told, leaning back in the chair and extracting his cock and balls from his trousers. He was already stiff, his erection a little pink spike rising above his oversized scrotum, just right for puncturing Rhiannon’s hymen.
‘It’s nice to have a smacked bottom first,’ I told her, patting her. ‘Now climb on.’
Again she nodded, completely acquiescent to my will. I got down on the floor as she swung one shapely leg across Percy’s lap, watching as she positioned herself above him, her virgin pussy directly over his erection.
‘Let me,’ I demanded, crawling close.
Her bum was right in my face, her pink cheeks open to display the tight wrinkle of her anus and the mouth of her sex, moist and ready but closed by the pink arc of her hymen. I poked out my tongue, took hold of Percy’s cock, and licked her as I wanked him and rubbed his helmet on her clit. She soon began to moan and I saw that she was clinging on to him, her breasts in his face. I rubbed harder, to make her think I was going to bring her off, only to suddenly press his cock to her virgin pussy and pull down on her hips.
At the same instant he pushed. I saw her hymen stretch, heard her gasp of pain and surprise, saw her flesh split and his cock disappear up her cunt. Blood began to trickle from her ruptured maidenhead as he fucked her, holding her tightly in his arms to prevent her escaping and make sure she got it properly. I buried my face at the junction of his cock and her freshly penetrated cunt, tasting her virgin blood, rich and salty in my mouth, as it trickled down his shaft and over his enormous balls.
She was crying softly, and whimpering, but we held her firmly in place until at last her pleasure got the better of her and she begun to bounce on Percy’s cock. We had her, and I let myself go, licking between her bum cheeks to taste her anus and lapping up the mixture of blood and juice now coating his balls. I had to come, and my hand went down my trousers and briefs as I licked, to find my wet, ready pussy.
I was licking Rhiannon’s bottom as I began to masturbate, my head dizzy with delight at what I’d done with her and the pleasure she was getting from both her spanked bottom and her penetrated pussy. Maybe I was a bitch, but it was what she’d wanted and I was licking her bum to make up for it. Did it make any sense? I didn’t care any more, too close to orgasm to worry about morals as I licked Percy’s balls and tongued Rhiannon’s bottom, pleasuring them as they fucked.
Percy came suddenly, and his hot spunk exploded from Rhiannon’s cunt into my face and mouth. I just licked all the harder, cleaning up the mess of blood and spunk and pussy juice as my own orgasm kicked in, so long and hard and high that I came close to fainting. Three times I peaked as I mouthed Percy’s scrotum, all the while with Rhiannon’s bottom squashing in my face, and then a fourth time with my tongue stuck as far up her bumhole as it would go.
Even then I wasn’t finished, but jerked Percy’s cock free and stuck it in my mouth to once more taste Rhiannon’s blood before I buried my face in her newly fucked cunt, determined to bring her to orgasm. She didn’t need encouragement, wriggling her bottom in my face and begging me to lick harder as she clung to Percy with an animal desperation, his face smothered in her chest. I was still masturbating, and as she began to buck and writhe and scream out her ecstasy I was coming again, together with her in the perfect climax.
* * *
Things weren’t quite going to plan, but they were close enough. I hadn’t factored Rhiannon into my programe, which meant that I was left with nearly two dozen dirty old men expecting their cocks sucked, to say nothing of Stubbs, Blake and Lucas. Percy was also a problem, if a minor one, because he was blissfully unaware of what I was up to.
I just had to get on with it, because there was no choice. Any funny business and they might get suspicious, which would be a disaster. So into the broom cupboard I went, a tradition Vernon had
insisted on, to suck cock after cock after cock until my tummy was so bloated with spunk it was a relief to have to kneel on the chair and let Stubbs do it up my bum. By then everybody else was sitting about chatting, and they weren’t in the least surprised when I announced that I was off to a hotel room with Rhiannon and told them not to expect me back.
The van was where I’d said it should be, with Blake and Lucas sittting in the cab grinning. A quick check in the back confirmed that they had done as I’d told them and taken only the cases marked with a blue splash. Lucas had to go, as Rhiannon was coming and there was no room in the cab, but I was kind and gave him his thank-you blowjob in the back of the van anyway. That left Blake, but I made him wait. Rhiannon and I cuddled beside him as we drove west, not stopping until we reached a lay-by just outside Weymouth. There, sore but happy, with the cream of the contents of the Hambling and Borst cellar now mine – which I’d very definitely earned, even if my rate of exchange in bottles per spanking was a trifle more generous than they might have wished – I sat him down on a case of Clos de Tart 1955, pulled out his fat black cock and gave him what I hoped would be my last blowjob for a very long time. A week, at least.
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