Tangled Hearts

by Laurie Ames

  “This is where you will stand for your spanking.”

  Hope stood there with a collar still wrapped around her neck and a leash drooping between her breasts. She felt cheap and slutty. But that feeling only compounded her desire to be spanked. She would be treated like a slut and would get what she deserved. The thought was terrible, she knew, but it was so hot and the desire between her legs grew into a desperate heat as it entered her mind. She was becoming wet with excitement, and euphoric from the control Liza had over her.

  Hope now stood with her head lowered as Liza's eyes devoured her naked form. Her trimmed pubic bush was fully exposed, but Liza only noted wistfully the pinkish red buttocks and sighed as her imagination ran wild.

  "Kneel down and bend over the arm of the couch."

  Liza picked up her red hairbrush and viewed the delicious posterior on display. She was now in her element. Dominant and controlling, determined and unyielding. Hope closed her eyes and steeled herself to receive the penance. Liza gripped the handle of the brush and proceeded to smack the flat back on the plump cheeks of this now trembling woman. She felt a rush of exquisite delight as the buttocks juddered and rippled as she yelped in pain. Liza paid no heed and planted her bare feet in the lush carpet for a better balance and gave her a brisk series of hard whacks.

  "This is for your own good. You need discipline, your insolence demands chastisement."

  Hope sobbed quietly as more blows rained down on her exposed bottom.

  "Ah yes, the simple female hairbrush. So very suited for a spanking I think," Liza chuckled. "Fits in my palm nicely, a flick of the wrist is all that is needed. Not hard work for me, and no bruising on your skin. Most appropriate."

  Smack!

  Hope moaned out loud, “Ouch!”

  “Bill luv, do you think she’s had enough yet?”

  “No, my Queen,” he replied. “Not nearly enough. She has disrespected you by coming before permission was given. She needs to pay for that.” He knew better than to give a wrong answer, and in any case feared getting the brush himself.

  “Excellent. That’s what I thought as well. Thank you luv.”

  Smack!

  Hope exhaled at the spank on her left cheek and her legs kicked back in mid air behind her.

  A second crack reined down across both cheeks, and she yelped loudly.

  Smack! Smack!

  The next two that landed solely on her right cheek made her squirm on the couch. A radiant heat in her nether regions made her feel slightly embarrassed as she realised her pussy had become surprisingly damp! Liza's tits bounced wildly from her efforts and her own loins felt hot and moist as her cunt was ablaze with arousal. She paused to study her work and looked at the dull red marks across both cheeks. She put her hand to the rosy skin and felt the heat with her right hand as she rubbed her own muff with her left.

  "Excellent I must say. Stand up."

  Hope did so and smoothed her hands over her own sore buttocks.

  Droplets of cum fell from Hope’s pussy, making a tiny puddle on the ground beneath her. Liza stopped to push a finger into her dripping mound, then touched the puddle on the floor.

  “You dirty little whore, dripping without my permission?”

  Bam! On the right buttock, then the left, then both simultaneously. Across the upper thighs and directly on her tantalising ass crack and silky muff.

  "Now you're getting it, now we're in business." Purred Liza with the sensual gyrations of her hips.

  Hope shuddered with the stinging pain on her backside and legs, the pain merely a trigger for a heavenly climax. She arched her back and lifted her bum higher as an invitation to Liza.

  Smack!

  "Again please Ma’am!" begged Hope desperately.

  Smack!

  "Again please Ma’am!"

  Each hard spank ushered in Hope's impending orgasm. Liza started to make occasional contact with her pet’s pussy. Her hand found her clitoris and strummed it from side to side, while maintaining the percussion of the wooden brush on her bright red ass. The cadence was building to the point of no return as Hope's wiggling rump finally surrendered to the sweet explosion of raw pain and the crescendo of her orgasm. Liza ceased the beating as Hope released a high pitch scream that slowly dissolved into soft whimpering.

  “Gasping for breath, Hope finally moaned, “Thank you Ma’am!”

  ***

  It was now time to show their tender loving side to Hope. After all, why should Hope have all the fun. Liza and Bill had still had not gotten a good fucking, and they were no where close to being done with their pet.

  Liza reached down on the bed and pulled Hope into an embrace. Hope was immediately grateful. One thing she loved was kissing women. It was so different from kissing men. Not soft – some women were soft, but many of them, many of Hope’s favorites, were just as demanding and hungry as the men. Liza was one of those women.

  Liza took Hope’s face in her hands and brought their mouths together at the angle she liked best. She growled as she nipped at Hope’s lower lip, demanding that Hope open for her; and when she did, their tongues tangled fiercely, each of them struggling to come out on top.

  Hope reached for Liza’s breasts, taking the firm mounds in her own hands and teasing at the nipples. Liza gasped into her mouth and then cried out, while positioning herself until one of Hope’s thighs rested between hers. Her wet pussy shifted slowly over Hope’s thigh, seeking just the right pressure point.

  Hope felt the mattress shift as Bill moved behind her, pulling her hips towards his. She expected his fingers on her clit, but instead, she felt the insistence of his thick cock pressing against her ass.

  “How long has it been for you,” he asked, palming her gently so that she bucked into his hand. Her mouth tore free from Liza’s so she could gasp, and Liza made an angry growling sound and sought her out again.

  “It’s been far too long,” she said, keeping her voice level. “Quite a few months.”

  “Do you feel okay about this still?” His voice carefully quiet now.

  “I need it” –Her breath gasping as Hope tried to collect herself. “I need to be with someone because I can’t keep going like I have been. My life is lonely and frustrating.”

  His arms tightened around her, and for just a moment, Bill and Liza held her together. She was suspended between them; caught in a memory that she would enjoy for a very long time.

  Liza moved in to kiss her again. Lighter this time, more teasing, and more taunting. She heard the telltale sound of a condom packet tearing open, and the sounds of it being rolled in place. She started to move onto her back, but Liza held her right where she was.

  “Here,” Liza said. Liza began to manipulate Hope’s thighs, sliding a dildo onto a thigh strap up. “This is going to be good,” Liza said, her eyes sparkling. “Bill is going to take you from behind, right here,” she said. “That should keep your hip comfortable. And you get to watch me fuck myself silly here on your thigh. Tits in your face and everything. Sound good to you?”

  “Heaven,” Hope murmured, reaching for the taut brown peaks of Liza’s breasts. Liza’s head dropped for a moment as she groaned. Hope took the opportunity to slide her fingers down and finger Liza’s wet body. The woman felt amazingly slick, heated and delicious. She caught the other woman’s eyes, then brought her hand up and licked the fingers clean.

  “Jesus fuck, pet, you better plan on coming back and doing that again.”

  “For you,” Hope murmured, “Anytime.” She leaned forward and kissed Liza again, letting her taste their mingled juices on her tongue. Liza bucked against her, reaching for Hope’s thigh and teasing herself before she slowly sunk down, crying out at the fevered heat that was spreading through her. She didn’t start to thrust, though; she held herself still, her eyes struggling to focus, and waited.

  “Bill,” she said, her voice taking total control. “Bill. Fuck her. Fuck her as hard as she’ll take. Rock her so hard you rock me, too.”

  B
ill didn’t say a word behind them. His cock pressed insistently at Hope’s ass, but then Bill’s hand slicked through her folds and found her cunt, pressing deep inside of her. Now, she was sopping wet, but she wasn’t edging as hard as she had been. He heard her hiss of resistance and slowed down.

  “I need to open you up a little,” he said, his voice heavy with his own arousal. “I’m – well, very big. Sorry to boast.”

  “Don’t wait, do it,” Hope murmured, fucking his hand just a little to encourage him. His head dropped onto her shoulder and he murmured a curse.

  His thumb was knocking against her clit as his fingers spread her open, and she didn’t care anymore. “It’s time,” she said. “Start fucking me right now.”

  “Could I make you come like this?” he asked her, valiantly refusing to pick up the pace and making her wish she could buck like a mule. “Fucking you with my fingers, while my wife rides your thigh, patiently while she waits her turn?”

  He knocked into the back of Hope’s thigh, jostling her and driving the dildo deeper into Liza. Liza cried out, her fingers grasping at anything. They found the back of Hope’s head and neck and dug in, just a little, making Hope whimper. Liza pulled Hope’s face in, putting them forehead to forehead, and then claimed her mouth with another molten kiss. Bill’s fingers were suddenly driving in deeper, and then he added a third finger to splinter her entirely, shattering her as his thumb kept up a knocking, swirling motion against the nub of her clit.

  The orgasm came more slowly this time. She had an eternity of feeling it building around the periphery of her awareness, driving her onto his hand, gasping into Liza’s mouth, flexing her thigh to create the most wonderful shivery little motions in the other woman. She felt Liza’s nipples twisting into diamond hard points and reached down between them again, stroking her body, feeling her turn and ache and cry out.

  When Liza came, Hope took it as permission. She fucked Bill’s hand as hard as she could, knowing she’d be sore in the morning, and not caring. But as the orgasm started to swirl in from the outside, his hand disappeared. He cupped her pussy, keeping her on the edge of torment, leaving her arching and bucking and begging.

  “Watch her,” he murmured, then bit her shoulder harshly.

  She watched Liza, who was fucking the dildo mercilessly, her eyes squeezed shut. It had to hurt, there was no way to slam into something that unyielding and have it not hurt, but it was twisting her face in a way that Hope read as the good kind of pain. The kind that made you clean and made you whole all at the same time. “Fuck,” Liza murmured in time with her downward thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck – “She grabbed for Hope’s hand and pushed it down exactly where she needed it, riding Hope’s body as she fought for the woman’s mouth. It wasn’t a kiss so much as it was a branding, the scream of an angry and desperate need. When the orgasm finally broke over Liza, she went wild, trembling and shaking and crying out. She rolled onto her back, pulling Hope with her, and showing Hope the motion she needed to drive her straight off one cliff and onto another. She cried out a second time, her hands grabbing at the sheets and twisting.

  “Yes,” Hope crooned. “Good girl, good, good girl, let it all out now. You have more for us? We’ll take everything you have. Give it all.” Her husband moved between them, sealing Liza’s mouth with his as Hope kept up her slowing, gentler movements.

  Suddenly it was Liza’s turn to burst into tears, and Hope’s turn to gather up a woman who was feeling a pain that she hadn’t known she carried. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm, and giving her tender soft kisses. Despite the heaviness in her stomach, Liza sunk into the warmth of Hope’s side, appreciative of the simple gesture.

  For Hope, the hug was a simple enough gesture - affection, perhaps the fragile beginnings of love.

  Chapter Four

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  Being a strong-willed woman, Liza’s emotional storm passed quickly, and she turned back to Hope with a hungry grin. She then abruptly shoved her towards her husband.

  “Don’t you try and pretend you’re not still hungry for that big thick cock,” she said.

  Hope shivered, just a little. Bill had slid over to the other side of Liza during the crying rush, but his cock hadn’t softened. Liza took Hope’s hand and led it over to brush against the heat of her husband, and guided Hope’s hand to circle him.

  “Oh Yeah,” she said, in a tone like they were dragging a secret out of her.

  “I don’t imagine it’ll be too much of a hardship for you to fuck her rotten,” Liza murmured, casting a gaze back at her husband.

  Bill had eyes only for his wife. “I’ll do whatever you demand of me, my love. Anything for you.”

  They kissed, while Hope watched and that hurt her somewhere deep down. She watched them kiss like kids, like people who’d been in love for a relative second but was going to last forever. The truth was she also wanted to be loved again, but didn’t think she’d ever feel quite the same after Michael. For a good part of her life, he’d been the one she kissed when she woke up and before she fell asleep. She’d been mistakenly sure of him. She wasn’t sure she could ever be as innocently sure of another human being in her life. She just didn’t know how to do it all over again.

  When their kiss ended, Bill’s eyes focused all the heat back on Hope. “How should I take her,” Bill asked. It wasn’t a question for Hope, not at all.

  Liza made a “hmmm” sort of sound, and then sat up. She pulled her husband up, moving him to a seated position, his thick cock jutting up from his lap and his back against the headboard. She positioned Hope with her backside to him, her front facing Liza. “Yes,” Liza said, her voice warm. “Yes, that’s gorgeous.”

  She reached between her husband and her lover and wrapped her hand around Bill’s dick. She brought him to Hope’s entrance, teasing the tip around her nub and then pressing delicately into her opening. For their part, they both followed Liza’s strict directions, then held still, letting her move them around like play dolls.

  Even for all the teasing around her cunt, Hope still hissed a little when his tip pressed past the tight ring of muscle at her opening. It had been awhile since she’d had sex that didn’t involve her own hands and toys.

  “Okay?” he asked, holding carefully still.

  Hope caught Liza’s eyes, then pulled her in closer, pressing an almost chaste kiss against her bruised and swollen lips. “Yes,” she murmured against her mouth, then eased back, settling him deeper inside of her.

  Bill groaned gently, his hands coming to her hips, but more to help her balance than to try direct her. “You’re tight,” he muttered. “Are you okay?”

  He was pushing her threshold of comfort. Her husband Michael had been a lot of things, and average sized was one of them. Her pussy burned just a little, and she had to take a few deep breaths and consciously relax, but still, it was just a little difficult.

  She hadn’t said a word yet; when Liza nodded and reached beside the bed, digging in a drawer and coming out with a tube of lube. “This will help,” she said, her eyes glowing as she squirted her fingers and began massaging intimately between the two of them. Of all the things Hope had done and experienced in the bedroom, she was moderately sure this was one of the best. The feeling of Liza’s hand wrapping around Bill’s shaft below her and then stroking over her clit was delightful. The slippery lube provided a wonderful warm tingling sensation. She was able to find that little bit of extra space, where she was splitting open in a good way. She gave a little sigh as her hips collided with Bill.

  “Yes, pet,” Liza murmured, “Yes, just like that. Take him all for me. You don’t have to take him hard, I understand. He’s big but it pleases me to see you hurt a little. I like that you’re uncomfortable with my man.” She leaned forward again, licking a hot path down Hope’s neck as Hope started to shift on Bill’s cock, taking him deeper. “He doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. He fucks me as hard as he wants, and I take it
all. He’s only fucking you because I told him to and because I want to see it. All you are is a distraction. Just a way to make me happy. How does that make you feel, pet?”

  There was only one word in her mind and heart. “Hot,” she whispered.

  “Louder. Louder, so he can hear you.”

  “Hot,” Hope shrieked. “So hot it hurts. I’m going to die if I don’t come soon.”

  “Good pet,” Liza said. She put her hands onto Hope’s shoulder, easing her back until she was leaning on Bill’s chest. She straightened her legs out in front of her, and Liza bent Hope’s knees, pushing them out to the side, spreading her wide open.

  “God, you’re just gorgeous.”

  And then she leaned forward, sliding down onto her belly and laying the flat of her tongue over Hope’s clit.

  Everything in her body sparked into wild disarray. Liza’s tongue danced over her flesh with the expertise of long practice, but it wasn’t confined to Hope’s body. Bill wrapped his arms around her hips and gently slid her over the length of his cock as Liza suckled both of them. She felt Bill tremble when Liza’s tongue danced over the root of his cock and felt her body clench painfully around him when she closed her teeth on Hope’s clit.

  She needed something to hold on to, something to ground herself, before her body broke into a thousand pieces and left her spirit behind. Her hands closed onto his head, pulling him down to her neck. He bit her viciously and she cried out, driving her body onto his.

  Suddenly, Liza’s mouth was just too much. She reached down and pulled at the other woman, dragging her up her own body. She slid up them, laughing quietly, and letting her weight fall lightly onto Hope’s form. Yes, yes, that was exactly what she needed. The heat and pressure of two bodies holding her in place meant that she could finally let go. She fucked Bill with all the merciless passion she possessed, not caring that it hurt, not caring that she was going to be walking like a saddle-sore cowboy tomorrow, not caring that he was crying out right along with her. Liza leaned over Hope’s shoulder, sealing her mouth over her husband’s, drinking in his cries. Liza’s hand slid between them again – or maybe it was Bill’s, she couldn’t track whose hands belonged to whom anymore – and found her tight clit.