The men who were watching could no longer remain quiet. ‘She likes what you’re giving her.’
They whistled and egged him on.
He made her get down on the floor on all fours with her blouse open and her jeans down at her thighs. Her white ass in the dim room was a fantastic sight. Frank took off his belt and used it on the hot woman’s round behind in front of the small audience they had. He landed his black leather belt across her ass until she tried to crawl away from him. Grabbing her by her braid, he made her suck his cock. While he sat on the sofa, she remained on her knees between his legs, his hands using her braid like a pulley to push and pull at her head.
Wanting to delay his climax, Frank put her back across his lap and penetrated her ass hole with his finger. She whimpered. He fingered her ass and told her he wanted to take her home and tie her up and then fuck her everywhere - in her mouth, her cunt, her big fine ass. He told her he might decide to keep her tied up in his house for days as his slave. He rammed her ass as he said that and she lifted it to meet his finger.
Their audience began to ask to join in. That was something he could well do without.
‘Come on. Let’s get out of here.’
She went willingly; hot to have more of him and lingering on the brink of climax.
In his apartment, he made her strip and he tied her up, just as he’d watched his neighbour doing.
He pulled the rope tightly around her tits and thighs so that she couldn’t move her hands. Her thighs were apart and her tits restricted by the time he was done.
He asked her if she minded being photographed. She told him to get on with it.
He photographed her on the bed like that, and then licked her clit until she came on his tongue.
His game wasn’t ended. Not yet.
Her eyes widened when he scolded her. ‘You got naked for a strange man. You are a horny little bitch. You made the men in the bar crazy. I could have let them loose on you. But I decided to punish you myself. You will be my slave tonight. You will call me Master. If you feel pain, you deserve it. You will obey me and try your utmost to please me, whatever that entails. You are my slut, and I like you bound and helpless. You need to learn a lesson about torturing men.’
He sat on a chair and stared at his hostage. She was quite a sight and he couldn’t possibly leave her unmolested, not with his dick still stiff in his pants.
He got up and went to her, nibbling on her tits until her nipples were very hard. While she remained bound in his rope and on his bed, he climbed on her and fucked her cunt from behind, yanked her by her hair and called her a whore, a hot slut, a horny bitch, a brazen hussy.
He told her she was his bitch and she was going to like being his bitch. He told her she was going to be naked for days and at his service. He fucked her hard and told her that her pussy was delicious and hot and juicy. He told her she liked getting fucked because she was a whore.
She answered him, telling him to give her more, not to stop.
‘I love being so overpowered. It’s so hot.’
‘Had it done before?’
He gasped as he said it, fucking her for all he was worth.
She told him of her summers with her Uncle Lou and how he’d sneak into the bathroom when she showered and try to do things. She had acted like she didn’t want it, but she’d left the latch off purposely.
At night he sometimes climbed into bed with her. She was only 17, and he would pull down her baby doll panties under the covers and turn her over onto her stomach. He would play with her ass and push his finger into her tight ass hole. She would gasp and act like she was going to cry and Uncle Lou would cover her mouth and tell her she needed something. He told her she was walking around in skimpy clothes all day asking for it. He told her he wouldn’t get her in trouble if she accepted her discipline from him. One night ‘discipline’ meant she had to show her pussy to his friend. She had to act like it was accidental, but she had to be sure his friend saw her naked between her legs. Uncle Lou threatened her with a much worse punishment if she didn’t do as she was told. And he reminded her it was her own fault for being such a bad girl. She’d never disclosed that she’d liked what she was doing, that although he thought she was in his power, showing her naked pussy to appreciative older men, he was really in hers. She liked what she was doing.
Frank pulled out of her cunt and came on her ass, the come dribbling down between her full cheeks.
Once he was sated, he untied her and directed her to shower. They ate, they drank, and later he tied her up again. It was different this time although still intricate. This time he tied one of her legs to the leg of his kitchen table. He also tied her hands together in front of her and made her stay bent over the kitchen table for a while.
‘I want everyone to see you.’
He put his kitchen light on, stood behind her and stared at her ass; drank another beer; lit a joint and held it for her when it was her turn to inhale.
‘Slut?’
‘Yes, Master?’
She shivered with apprehension when she said it.
‘I’m going to fuck you up the ass.’
His cock was hard again just from looking at her.
The kitchen light glared, so he turned it off and lit candles so anyone outside could see her getting fucked up the ass.
‘A little punishment, just to remind you of your place in this.’
He took his belt and whipped her ass a few times until she yelled.
‘Now you are goin’ to get it, bitch.’
Separating her cheeks, he guided his cock until he was easing himself inside her tight hot ass hole. The feeling was electric. His cock was being squeezed and at the same time sucked into her ass.
Her ass cheeks shook some when he rammed inside her. ‘You like it, bitch? Huh? You like getting my cock up your ass, bitch!?’
‘Ow, it hurts,’ she whined.
It was a put-on. He could tell that by the way her ass was wriggling, pushing back against him.
But he knew what she wanted. He responded with a whack of the belt. ‘How’s that? Does that hurt?’
Tied down and taken, she pushed her ass up to meet his cock. He sensed she knew it would inspire more beating.
He grunted and belted her as he came in her tight hot ass, until eventually he had no more to give and the woman herself collapsed, exhausted, beneath him.
Frank remained slumped over her body for a few minutes, but as he began to disengage himself, he happened to look upwards. His neighbour was at the window touching herself as she watched him, just as he’d used to do.
Andrea And Monique by N. Vasco
‘Rene and I broke up’ Monique told me as she stirred her coffee. I was checking my make-up and nearly smeared the lipstick all over my face when she said this.
I never did like Rene for her: Beautiful and handsome yes, but too involved with his own good looks. I can’t bear that type but, then again, Monique and I are different in so many ways. She rarely wears make-up while I prefer a bolder look. Her high cheekbones, lovely slanted eyes, whiskey lips and sandy hair come from a Chinese mother and Dutch father. I got my black hair and alabaster complexion from a Latin and Greek background. Her slender figure is the result of a successful dance career. My body is more hourglass, the type people call voluptuous. She maintains a year-round tan, wears loose dresses without a slip and enough jewelry for a gypsy. My office job calls for skirts and high heels.
I tend to keep to myself while Monique expresses every idea that comes into her mind. One afternoon we visited an antiquities museum that featured statues from ancient Mycenae. Women back then wore dresses that displayed their ample breasts and adorned their faces with very provocative make-up.
‘That’s you!’ Monique exclaimed, drawing looks from the other patrons as she pointed to a statue of a voluptuous, bare-breasted priestess wearing lots of makeup. Even her nipples were painted a lovely shade of carmine that contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin.
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p; ‘Why!’ Monique said. ‘Your breasts are bigger than hers!’
I wanted to hush her but after one of the stuffy old matrons who volunteered in the museum give us a dirty look, we broke out in giggles and quickly stepped into another room filled with statues from India. We were alone in that room, the only sound the taps of my high heels and Monique’s sandals echoing off the walls.
‘Oh, look,’ Monique said as she admired a statue of a Hindu dancer, the curves of her generous hips and rounded breasts exaggerated by her provocative, dancer’s pose.
‘There you are again.’ Monique cooed as her eyes ran over every detail of the statue until she was looking at the rather large nipples that sat on top of each breast. Then, she looked at me before grabbing my hand, standing me next to the statue and saying; ‘Do the same pose, please, just for me!’ while taking out her camera.
I could never say no to Monique. I guess by now you must realize I was always very attracted to her, even back in the days when we met at the University of Paris. So, I looked at the statue for a minute, kicked off my shoes and struck the same pose.
‘Now take off your top!’
I responded with a loud ‘No!’ followed by more loud giggles, drawing the attention of the dour-faced matron who entered the room and told us to leave.
‘Maybe you should try to get laid once in a while. Then you wouldn’t be so uptight,’ Monique said as I pulled my shoes back on. I could see the matron’s face turn a beetroot red as the words sputtered in her mouth; before she could say another word I took Monique’s hand and got out of the museum as fast as possible.
That’s my lovely Monique, always making heads turn wherever she goes; and today was no exception.
We always meet in the same cafe for lunch and when I looked up to watch her enter I was treated to wonderfully teasing glimpses of her provocative figure through the light cotton dress she wore, as she passed the window. We had always exchanged light, friendly kisses but this time she paused, stroked my arm and complimented me on my outfit.
‘You always look so professional, yet so sexy,’ she said, gazing at me. ‘That skirt really shows off your figure.’ I didn’t know what to say. Like I said, I had always harboured feelings for Monique, sometimes masturbating long into the night and fantasizing about kissing her lovely, heart-shaped lips. But I valued our friendship even more and kept them a secret, even forcing a casual attitude when I heard about the break-up.
I took a deep breath and asked ‘Weren’t you two planning on getting married?’
‘I had suggested it once,’ she responded, buttering a croissant. ‘But, really, could you see that happening? Remember last summer?’
I nodded. I was dating one of my co-workers back then, a handsome American named Bob. The four of us made plans to spend a weekend at a seaside cottage. At the last moment Bob was called back to America and I wound up by myself at the train depot. Monique consoled me by offering to go shopping for a swimsuit. The thought of seeing her lovely figure in a skimpy bikini made me feel a little better.
The sales girl at the shop was a lovely Polynesian girl called Claire who wore an alluring one-piece that barely hid her round breasts and firm buttocks. She selected a yellow thong bikini that showed off Monique’s wonderful tan.
Both of them convinced me to try on the same style, but in black. ‘It’ll look wonderful against your skin,’ Monique said as I changed in the fitting room.
I stepped out to their approving comments, and couldn’t help the rush of excitement coursing through my body. The mirror next to the dressing room reflected my almost naked body, standing close to those two beautiful women in skimpy bikinis.
The admiring looks Claire gave me, and Monique’s playful slapping of my exposed buttocks almost sent me into an orgasm. I wanted to run my mouth all over their luscious bodies, kiss their lips and taste their juices.
Thinking back, I believe Monique could sense my arousal. She kept on stroking my hair while Claire rang up our purchases at the counter.
‘Well, well,’ was Rene’s comment when I stepped onto the deck with Monique, both of us all but naked in our tiny swimsuits. The three of us were on a yacht lent by one of his wealthy clients. He looked so handsome at the wheel with his tanned sculpted chest. I guess he was unused to seeing me so exposed and kept eyeing me as he steered the boat. Monique had to constantly warn him to watch out for the nearby jetties, all the while enduring his almost ridiculous attention to my body.
This lasted for only a few minutes. We passed by a jetty where two blonde, English girls were sunning themselves. Rene slowed the boat down when he saw they were topless and began chatting with them in a very flirtatious manner. The sight of their nubile bodies glistening with suntan oil made my gaze linger for a while until I noticed the hurt expression on Monique’s face. I knew she tolerated Rene’s attitude, but this was too much.
After a while he got discouraged and set off, not even wondering why Monique was so quiet. We turned down his invitation to go snorkelling, opting to sunbathe instead.
After he left Monique asked me to put lotion on her. I rubbed her lithe, hard body for while, my hands massaging her firm shoulders, taut back and tiny waist until I heard her murmur ‘Please do my buttocks.’
Those words made my pulse surge in my ears. I paused for a moment, forgetting the hot afternoon sun on my back, the sound of the waves against the hull and the smell of the ocean in my nostrils. Monique shifted a little, causing the delicious swell of her buttocks to arch up ever so invitingly. I tipped the bottle of lotion over the twin hills of her backside and let the oil slowly pour over her naked skin, even allowing some of it to seep into the cleft where her thong disappeared.
I heard Monique murmur and coo and, when I began to rub and kneed the firm, hard muscles of her glorious buttocks, she began to moan between short gasps. I was in my glory, my hands drinking in her buttocks, thighs and hips until she suddenly turned around and asked me to do her front.
It was wonderful rubbing her backside but the sight of her upright breasts, defined stomach and naked hips sent my heart racing again. I wanted to take my top off and let my generous bosoms ooze all over her taut breasts and hard nipples. To part her thighs, bury my face in her pussy and drink the juices of her body.
Just then, she looked at me. I could see the hurt in her eyes and knew it was caused by Rene’s boorish attitude. I wanted to hold her, to kiss those lovely lips and make her feel totally appreciated.
Suddenly, we heard Rene clamber back on board. Monique quickly sat up, a confused look on her face. I was afraid she didn’t know how to deal with my attention. Rene was oblivious to everything. The sight of his gymnast physique glistening in the bright sunshine made him look like a Greek god. He gave us each a big smile before reaching into a pocket and showing Monique a gold, heart-shaped charm on a chain.
‘I wanted to give you this later but decided maybe now would be a good time’ he said, putting the chain around her neck. Monique responded with a slight smile. ‘I’m sorry for my behaviour back there.’ She even gave him a brief hug and endured a friendly pat on her lovely, bare behind. It was a scene played out over and over again. I know she even sensed his eyes travelling all over my body as he held her.
We had a light, quiet dinner at the cottage. Rene was still talking about his underwater adventure as he openly fondled and caressed Monique’s body. She seemed in a better mood. I decided to give them some time alone and went to my room.
I looked at my reflection in my mirror and liked what I saw. The tiny white lines on my hips and the contrast between my dark breasts and the pale triangles that surrounded my nipples made a wonderfully sexy look. I held my breasts and licked my nipples. Bob had introduced me to this technique but all I could think of was Monique’s delicate tongue stimulating my breasts.
Just to be daring, I tried on one of the wispy cotton dresses she had in the closet. The white, almost see-through material contrasted nicely with my cinnamon dark skin, giving a provocative
view of the white thong I wore underneath. I looked out the window, saw it was a beautiful, moonlit night. I knew I would probably spend a good part of the night masturbating but decided I needed a walk first. Maybe it would cool me down.
I went downstairs and sure enough, Monique and Rene were kissing on the living room couch, the fireplace casting a sensual glow on the entire room. Rene for once was the gentleman but Monique whistled and teased me as I went to the door. I blew them each a kiss, put on my sandals and stepped out.
It was pleasant walking along the water’s edge. I tried to distract myself from the day’s disturbing events by staring out at the dark ocean, illuminated by early moonlight. It was no use. Remembering how beautiful Monique’s dainty feet looked in her sandals, the kind Hindu women wear, open-toed, with a slight heel, or her almost naked body glistening with suntan lotion made my heart race. I never noticed until that day but Rene had such handsome thighs. Thinking of his strong buttocks and manly calves brought a moist sensation between my legs. I passed by a series of dunes and remembered Claire’s lovely cinnamon skin and her upright breasts. Polynesian women have such lovely figures. And then there were those two English girls, sunning their young, pale bodies on the jetties.
Suddenly, I heard a light, feminine giggle from behind one of the dunes. I walked as quietly as possible until I saw two figures wrapped in a blanket sitting in front of a small fire. They were close enough to be kissing. A sigh followed by a brief yet pleasant moan followed.
My curiosity got the better of me and before I knew it I was close enough for my eyes to adjust the dim glow. When they parted I saw to my pleasant surprise that it was the two young English girls we had seen earlier. Suddenly, the blanket fell to the sand, revealing their newly tanned skin, contrasting with the white, threadbare bikinis on their nubile bodies. They sat there for a while, looking into each other’s eyes as they stroked and caressed each other’s arms, pert breasts and trim, youthful stomachs. I could hear their conversation.
‘I never kissed a girl before. I liked it’ one said while running her hands through the other’s long blonde hair.
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