by Emmie Combs
Without being ordered, she slid off his lap and dropped to her knees, taking his spent cock into her mouth once more, cleaning off their juices from his skin. When she finished, she looked up at him, still kneeling at his feet. "I'm sorry sir. I'll try to dress less provocatively from now on."
He nodded, "Good. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
She stood on wobbly legs and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Reaching down, he picked up her forgotten panties off the floor and smiled. He loved role play night.
The End.
Katrin: Malachi in Charge
Katrin rolled her shoulders as she stepped under the hot pulsing spray of the shower in the dressing room. Dancing was a lot tougher and more physically demanding than she'd expected. And, she had to admit to herself, she'd been getting a little soft since she'd left the farm. She really needed to start working out more regularly again. She would only regret it if she let her figure go to seed. She stayed in the shower until the water began to cool. As she dried her hair, a tedious task to keep her curls from getting out of control, she made a mental to do list. First, of course, was to visit Malachi's office and find out what he had in store for her. She was pretty sure it would be sexually related, he'd enjoyed watching her with Candy far too much that morning to go over anything else. She could feel herself getting wet, just at the thought of having sex with him, stripping nude for him, allowing him to take any liberty he wished with her body. She shivered, a small smile playing at her lips, as she slipped into a pair of worn blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, not bothering with a bra or panties.
There was a small part of her that felt guilty about the amount, and types, of sex she'd had in the past 24 hours. She still couldn't believe that after four years of celibacy, she had let go so completely. It was, however, a rapidly shrinking part of her because all that sex had been fantastic. From the first moment she'd been bent over the desk she felt far more calm and relaxed than she had for a long time.
Slipping into a pair of flip flops, she stuffed her things into her locker, and then headed down the hall to Malachi's office. In just a moment, she was standing outside his open door. She knocked lightly on the door jamb.
"Come in, Red, and shut the door behind you." He sat on the corner of his desk, wearing only black leather pants and his heavy motorcycle boots, and giving her a smile that was just barely shy of evil. Leaning her back against the door as she closed it, she drank in his bare chest and arms, covered in tattoos. Her heart began to race, some instinct telling her that this man did not do gentle sex.
"Strip down and come to me."
Katrin did as ordered, leaving her clothes in a pile in the middle of the floor, then dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to him.
"Very, very nice, little girl. I'm going to enjoy playing with you." He grabbed a roll of duct tape from his desk. The first piece he ripped off went over her mouth. He then pulled her up to rest on her knees while he wrapped tape tightly around her wrists several times. Pushing her upper body back down, he did the same to her ankles.
"Roll onto your back and bend your legs at the knee at a ninety degree angle." Malachi's voice was sharp and demanding; combined with his tough looks it made her shiver with abject arousal. She was so a sucker for a man who knew how to take charge. Katrin managed to keep her calves relatively stable and parallel to the floor as he wrapped tape around her knees.
Setting the roll of tape aside, Malachi rolled her back over and positioned her on her hands and knees. Giving her that scary smile again, he stood and walked over to a wall covered in paddles, whips, collars, gags and many other instruments that teetered on the line between sexual torture and sexual pleasure. He perused them all, pacing slowly as he made he decision about what to use on her, finally picking up a round leather covered paddle about six inches in diameter. He tapped in lightly against the palm of his hand as he walked back over to her.
"You ever been spanked before, Red?"
She nodded yes.
"As a part of sex?"
She nodded again and he laughed. "Very nice. You look like an innocent little angel, but you're just a whore at heart. Isn't that right?"
Katrin's breathing became more rapid as she nodded again. She sensed Malachi kneeling behind her, and she tried to prepare for the first blow, but not being able to see him was taken by surprise. He paddled her ass hard and fast, picking up pace and intensity the more she squealed and tried to move away.
"Whore, sweet little whore," he murmured. "Stay still, baby, and it'll be over sooner. That's right, just take your punishment for being such a slut." He stopped for a moment, grabbing a handful of her curls and pulling her head up and to the side so he could see her face. "Tears look good on you, whore. Almost as good as your ass looks now that I've paddled the hell out of you. I love the way blood rushes to the surface on redheads. Are you having fun?"
Katrin nodded slowly. "I'll need to see for myself," he told her, forcing a hand between her thighs and up to her pussy to run his fingers along the lips of her pussy. "What a wet whore you are. Too bad for you it's not your cunt I'll be fucking today."
He stood to the side of her and unzipped his pants, releasing a huge erection. Katrin's eyes widened, and she knew her face paled. She had never taken a cock that large in her ass before, and had a strong feeling that Malachi didn't believe in taking things slow and easy. He picked the paddle up and again positioned himself behind her, spanking her erratically for several more minutes, keeping her on edge and wary.
Katrin was sobbing and shaking by the time he set the paddle down, but still so aroused she had no desire to try to get away from him. She would take whatever he chose to dish out to her today and thank him for the privilege. She felt his hands on her ass cheeks, stroking before his lips hit the hypersensitive, bruised flesh. She screamed behind her tape gag as he dug his fingers into her skin and chuckled darkly.
"You really are a fantastic find, Katrin." He patted her ass lightly, sending more shock waves through her. "I need to get some lube, but then I'll be right back to take your sweet ass." She didn't even try to turn her head to watch him. She was starting to get tired and wanted to conserve all her remaining strength for what was coming.
She heard him opening a cabinet, then closing it, and in just a moment he was behind her again. He pulled one of her ass cheeks to the side and she felt cool liquid being dripped onto her asshole, followed by the pressure of his finger working some of it into her, followed a moment later by a second. He fucked her ass that way for a couple of minutes, making her even more aroused, then spread the two fingers before squirting some of the lube into her tightest tunnel.
"Without lube, anal sex sucks for both people involved. Learned that one the hard way. Look back at me."
Katrin turned her head slowly and watched as Malachi poured some of the lube into the palm of his hand and slowly stroked it over his cock. She was transfixed, watching as his erection grew even harder and longer. She still wasn't completely convinced this would work, but she was wholly committed to seeing it through to the end.
"Good little whore. Head down." Malachi gripped her hips and she felt his cock head spread her flaming ass cheeks before pressing against the rosebud of her anus. He pushed in slow and firm, opening her up in sweet agony, lingering far longer than necessary when the widest part of the head of his dick entered her. Katrin moaned low, and pushed back against him ever so slightly. In the next instant, he slammed into her hard and fast, pulling her hips back as he shoved his forward. She screamed again, the pain radiating through her whole body, causing her head to spin. She whimpered as he pulled back and pushed forward again. Her ass was acclimating to his size, but was still burning from the fullness.
"Mmmmm, this is fantastic, baby. You feel so good around my cock." He pumped at a steady pace, his hands stroking her from shoulder to hips, occasionally dipping around to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. Katrin did her best to keep up, despite the shaking of her fatigued a
rms and thighs and dizziness from all the sensations flooding her body. She was still crying; every time their bodies met the feel of his thighs against her ass sent a fresh wave of pain. She had no idea how she was going to drive herself home in this condition.
"I'm almost there, Red," Malachi panted, picking up the pace. Katrin could feel her body priming itself for an orgasm. When he reached around to play with her breasts again, she began panting herself and when he sank his teeth into the juncture of her shoulder and neck she let out a high pitched moan behind the tape gag, throwing her head back as he slammed into her a final time and his cum spilled deep into her ass. He pulled out with a laugh, and left her in the floor while he went to clean up in his private bathroom.
Just when Katrin thought she was going to collapse he came back in and rolled her to her side. Taking a wicked looking knife from his desk he cut the tape restraints and peeled them away slowly, watching her face as she whimpered and begged with her eyes for him to just rip the bonds away quickly and be done with it, yet knowing that he wouldn't. He enjoyed inflicting pain too much to hurry it. At last he peeled the tape away from her mouth.
"What do good little whores say?"
"Thank you for fucking me."
"That's right. Now put your clothes on and get the hell out of my office. I've got work to do." He smiled just a little as he said that, to let her know it was nothing personal.
Katrin crawled back over to her clothes, not to please him, but because she wasn't steady enough to stand just yet. She slipped the shirt over her head, then looked at the jeans for a moment. It was going to hurt like hell, but it had to be done. Using the edge of a chair she pulled herself to half standing and half leaning while she tugged the denim on, hissing sharply as they rubbed against the abused flesh of her ass. Without another word to him, she opened the door and hobbled down the hallway back to the dressing room, hoping he wasn't planning on a repeat of their afternoon anytime soon.
"I see my brother has gotten to you." Micah stood just outside the dressing room. She had been so focused on staying upright she hadn't noticed him.
"Yeah. I'm gonna head home now and pass out."
"Grab you bag and I'll drive you. No offense, but you look a little stoned. Malachi tends to push girls as far into sub space as he can, but kicks them out before they've fully recovered."
"Nothing you're saying makes sense right now." Katrin swayed dizzily and Micah caught her against his chest.
"Never mind your stuff for now, Red. I'll take you to my place and bring everything to you later." She looked up at him with unfocused eyes and he kissed her forehead. "I'll take care of you, babe. Don't worry about anything."
The End.
More Fun at the Rally
The shower had both cooled us off and refreshed us, we walked back to camp after a stop for a couple cold drinks at the bar under the trees. Mandy was a big hit, being very generous with allowing almost everyone a peek at her boobs in exchange for beads or beers. Her smile and easy laugh made it easy to be with her and she seemed to really like the attention. When we got back to our tent the main band was hitting the stage, a reconstructed rocker from the '80s. We headed that way to join the crowd. Mandy had adjusted her attire, with a little help from me, and was now wearing a snug, pink tank-top style shirt that barely covered her assets! It was lucky we made it out of the tent at all; I was unable to keep my hands and tongue off her while she decided what to wear.
We found a spot not far back from the stage, but with enough room for Mandy to rock out a bit to the show on stage. My contribution to that was to stare at her, amazed by her energy and to occasionally join her on slower numbers mainly as an excuse to grind my hard-on against her soft curves. Not long into the show we noticed Rita not far away, also getting into the music and dancing her smaller ass off. She looked our way and headed over during a break on the stage.
"Hey guys, I was hoping I'd see you down here. Wayne it's one of those nights, know what I mean?"
Well, yeah, I knew what she meant. We'd been friends and more for long enough for me to know that she was horny, ready and available. Mandy excused herself for a trip to the potty, leaving Rita and I to discuss what she meant.
"So what are you wanting to do about it? Need a wingman, or did you have something else in mind?"
"I think I want to take Mandy to a quiet spot and see if she feels like a tryout for the other team. Seemed like she liked my hands on her before? Did she say anything about it to you?"
"She did mention that it felt good and turned her on when you touched her this afternoon. I wondered if you were thinking about getting her alone."
"Don't want to cut you out, what if we all go back to your tent and see what happens?"
Mandy returned and greeted me with a long wet kiss then turned to Rita and gave her a big hug, which she turned into a longer kiss than I had gotten. Looked like Rita would be getting what she wanted, all I hoped for was a chance to be a small part of the action. The kisses had made Mandy's nipples like hard little rocks in the front of her shirt, Rita slipped a hand under it and squeezed each breast in turn and dropped her mouth down to suck them thru the fabric leaving large wet spots.
"Why don't we go somewhere more comfortable?" I asked.
Both ladies nodded and turned to head up hill to the campsite. Rita kept a hand on Mandy's ass while we walked often reaching under the hem to give it a pinch or a light pat. I finally ended up on Rita's other side and guided my hands to her firm small butt, she was wearing leather riding chaps and a pair of lacy red panties, framing it and making it impossible to resist. She wiggled her ass in response and at that moment I knew we'd all have a good time. Rita and I had never played together with another woman, so I planned to let her take the lead. If Mandy changed her mind or didn't care for the direction things went I was sure Rita would be cool with her choice.
Rita was ready to get started as soon as we got to our camp site. I sat in a lawn chair and reached for a cold drink when we got there. Mandy seemed ready to do the same except for Rita reaching for her and locking her into a slow, deep kiss. Both ladies were moaning and running their hands around each others bodies. Rita soon buried her face in Mandy's large breasts, licking the taut pink nipples while she tried to hold one in each hand, not an easy task! Mandy reached around to feel Rita's modest tits, and tugged gently at the rings hanging from the piercings. Rita freed one of her hands and reaching under the bottom of the tank-top stroked the soft brown hair around Mandy's pussy. I could see how wet she had become as Rita withdrew her hand for a quick taste. Pulling her hands free Rita tossed of her chaps and panties, then slid her fingers wet with Mandy's juice across her shaven mound and onto her clit. I knew from being there that there were piercings in that area, too.
"Sweetie, if we don't lay down I'm gonna fall, you're making we weak."
Rita stepped back, stretched, probably for my benefit, and helped Mandy to find a seat on the edge of the picnic table nearby. This time it was Mandy who seemed in control, she slid her fingers thru Rita's lips and came back soaked with her pussy juice.
"Want a taste, Wayne; I know you've had this flavor before?"
She was right, it had been a while but I remembered the taste and how wet Rita was when she was really into it. I licked Mandy's fingers clean and then climbed up to deeply kiss her and share the sweetness. Rita moaned loudly watching this and pulled me to her to attempt to get own taste of herself. Rita stood between Mandy's thighs and was rapidly assaulting her clit with a thumb and forefinger; I didn't think it would be long before she was cumming. Moving to stand behind Rita I dropped my pants and rubbed my rock hard cock against her ass. That position allowed me the unique pleasure of squeezing Mandy's big soft boobs and Rita's much smaller one at the same time.
"Hey, I know the feel of that dick! Been a long time, I think that's the last one I fucked. No rear entry, Wayne, get that thing in my pussy."
Adjusting my stance I did just that. As I began pumping Rita leaned forw
ard and sucked on the bright pink nipples staring at her from Mandy's tits. She was varying her pace on the pussy in front of her, apparently wanting to make the first orgasm from another woman to be a memorable one. As I watched from the perfect vantage point she eased Mandy down onto the table and buried her face in the wetness she found there. I was even more sure of the coming explosion and was trying to last long enough to be there at the same time. Not to be left out, Rita was using a free hand to rapidly rub her own clit and pussy, racing with both of us to get off, too. She hesitated, clamped her cunt down on my shaft and let out a scream.
"Oh ••••, oh ••••, I'm fuckinng cummmmmming!"
"Me, too, don't stop, don't stop. Lick it out of me. Yessssssssss!"
Well that was it for me, too. Watching two ladies cum that much and that close to me sent me over the edge. All I could manage was a loud groan as I dumped whatever load I had left into Rita's spasming pussy. I fell back into the lawn chair and watched the girls hold each other as their orgasm subsided. That's when we noticed we'd drawn a crowd of on-lookers; about 5-6 couples were standing nearby. The ones that were able to get their hands free gave us a small round of applause.
The End.
Blast from the Past
It was somewhat chilly, considering that it was supposed to be summer already. The air had a slight bite to it, and I pulled my cardigan from my bag and slipped it over my shoulders as I walked home from the underground station. Suddenly, tingles spread up my spine and I realized someone was walking close to me – turning around I could see the silhouette of a woman barely a metre away.
"Fran?" a voice emitted from the outline, and I saw the shadow of her hip bump out as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Who was she, how did she know my name? I licked my lips and felt my mouth get a little dry... something about the way her hip curved in the shadow was doing strange things to my mind.
"Who are you?" I replied, nervously running my fingers over my neck before linking them together and biting my lip.
