“Oh yeah.” I could barely speak. My nipple was being licked and adored while hands spread my legs further apart, then dove in, fingering my pussy. I squealed as my body jerked back and forth from the sensation it created. I had no idea who was doing what, and I was thankful the restraints that held my wrists were soft enough for me to struggle against without hurting my skin.
A finger teased my asshole, while more fingers entered my pussy. They moved in all at once, making me scream, then moved out, repeating the motion until I spread my legs apart even more, moving my hips to get them deeper inside me.
And then, as quick as it began, it stopped.
“Where’d you go?” I felt like I might start crying.
After what seemed like an eternity, I felt breath against my mound, and then a tongue. Then I felt a mouth around my outer lips, and a feeling like someone intended to suck my pussy dry. Then there was a tongue. A strong, fast, agile tongue that moved around my clit in speeds I thought no human could accomplish.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Please keep going. I’ll die if you don’t get me off.”
The tongue was working hard between my thighs when I felt another sharp slap against my ass.
“Again!” I yelled. A few more smacks like that, and I knew I’d come.
As the spanking and licking continued, I knew it had to be Gloria administering the spanking, and Mr. Murphy’s face in my pussy. I could tell because Mr. Murphy tended to spank all around my ass, but Mrs. Murphy liked to keep it one place for a little longer.
But then, as I neared orgasm and my moans turned into a wail, I realized the face between my legs was far too smooth to be a man’s. Was it Mrs. Murphy? Was she the one whose face was now drenched by my dripping pussy?
It didn’t matter. The pace of the spanking increased. The amazing clit licking was accompanied by fingers that dove deep inside my pussy.
That’s when I lost it. I threw my head back, screaming, giving in to my body’s uncontrollable movements. I heard the restraints rattle where they were attached to the ceiling. The licking continued but the spanking stopped, and a finger, pressing sharply inside my tight asshole, made me shriek as another wave of pleasure rolled through my body.
So many brand new sensations hit me at once. I squealed in between gasps for air, feeling the tongue move fiercely like it wanted to lick up every drop.
And then it was over. Like waking up from the best dream I’d ever had in my life. Only it wasn’t a dream. I was blindfolded and restrained, hanging naked from the ceiling, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
The mouth moved from my pussy up to my stomach, lightly kissing it, then to my breasts, giving one of them a little suck. Then the mouth was at my ear.
“How’d you like that?” Mrs. Murphy whispered.
Shit! It was her. “You’re really good with that tongue.”
Mr. Murphy laughed behind me. I heard him pushing something heavy along the floor. “We’re not done with you, Samantha.”
I said nothing. I merely exhaled, waiting for whatever they had planned for me next as I hung from the ceiling like a rag doll. If the restraints hadn’t been around my wrists, my body surely would have collapsed on the floor.
Soon, their hands were behind my knees, lifting my feet from the floor then bending my legs. They placed my knees on what I instantly knew was the soft suede ottoman that sat against the wall. I’d seen it hundreds of times with no idea this night would ever occur.
I felt rough hands, that I immediately recognized as Mr. Murphy’s, adjusting my legs then grabbing my waist. I didn’t know why he was pulling me around in so many directions until I felt his cock deep inside me.
“Sorry.” Mr. Murphy grunted, holding me tight at the waist as he slammed into me. “Had to get you in just the right position.”
“It’s okay,” I said. My arms were still high above my head, with my body twisted on top of the ottoman. “I can’t imagine what this position must look like.”
Mrs. Murphy laughed. “It’s interesting, that’s for sure. We can show you the video later.”
“Video?” I asked, panting along with Mr. Murphy’s thrusts. I felt Mrs. Murphy’s hands against my thighs, holding me steady.
“Yes, video,” she said. “I never turned that webcam off.”
The thought of the night’s events being recorded on video turned me on even more. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.
“Sorry, Samantha.” Mr. Murphy’s pace increased. He pulled me tighter, slamming deeper inside me, making me scream as my body thrashed around on top of the ottoman. “I’m about to get off.”
“He usually lasts much longer but you got him very excited, sweetheart,” Mrs. Murphy spoke into my ear.
And with that, Mr. Murphy moaned my name over and over until he was finished.
I let my body fall forward a little, kneeling, trying to speak between breaths. “You guys... are the kinkiest... people... I’ve ever met.”
“That’s because you haven’t met the rest of the group, dear.” Mrs. Murphy gave my butt a hard smack. “But we can fix that next time you come home. I’m sure you’ll need another spanking by then. What about next weekend?”
She was right. I badly needed that punishment, and I’d crave it again soon. In fact, I was a little afraid that I might not be able to think about anything but this night for a long time.
“Okay,” I said. “And maybe we can watch the video together?”
“Sure.” Mrs. Murphy kissed my cheek.
Mr. Murphy kissed my other cheek, then whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to spank you again.”
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Excerpt of “Safe With Me, Part 1,” by Shaina Richmond
Tyler
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I watched her walk inside the coffee shop. I didn’t know the pretty blonde's name but I was sure we had a few classes together.
As she walked to the counter a strap of her backpack caught the top of her t-shirt, pulling the material tight against her left breast. It lifted her shirt, showing a little of her soft stomach. She stopped walking and stood still while she yanked the bottom of her t-shirt back down to her waist. Her left hand tugged vigorously at the backpack. I heard her groan as the strap stayed in place, holding her plump, massive breast captive.
I chuckled as I took a sip of my iced tea. After a half hour of studying the not-so-exciting world of municipal bond markets, my classmate’s struggle was a welcomed distraction.
My eyes focused on the gorgeous breast twenty feet in front of me. It was covered by a thin, pink cotton t-shirt that did nothing to hide the firmness of her nipple. She wore a white hooded sweatshirt over her t-shirt. It didn’t look heavy enough to keep her warm on such a cold day.
Should I try to help her? Surely I was strong enough to loosen that stubborn backpack. And, in doing so, I could make a clever comment about how cold it must be outside for her nipple to get so hard. She’d laugh and toss her head back. Her long blond hair would fall off her shoulders onto her back in slow motion. Thankful for my help, she’d lift up her shirt to give me a better look at her tits before I rip her clothes off and throw her down on the dirty hardwood floor.
Shit, I gotta stop watching so much porn. My cock tightened against my zipper. I shifted my weight in my chair, trying to move things around without being obvious.
Finally, her backpack let go of her shirt. She shook her head and walked toward the counter, carrying the backpack on her arm like a purse.
; “You alright?” The barista chuckled. “Havin’ some trouble today?”
She smiled. “Yes, actually. It’s been one heck of a day already.”
He leered at her as she read the menu on the wall.
“I’ll have a large iced latte,” she said.
“You want whipped cream? It doesn’t come with it but I’ll give it to you anyway,” he said.
Does he really think that’s impressive?
"Aww, that's so sweet of you," she said.
“No problem.” He gave her a dorky smile. “What’s your name?”
"Susie."
"Susie… I'm Greg. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too." She smiled at Greg, then slung her backpack over her right shoulder and walked away from the counter, stopping a few feet from my table.
I saw her scan the room, biting her lower lip. I turned around in my chair to assess the seating situation. I hoped she needed to prepare for the next day’s test in Finance 202 so I could invite her to sit with me without looking desperate. I imagined her tits accidentally brushing against me as we huddled together to discuss our questions. Maybe I could reach across her for a pen while her hard nipples casually dig into my arm…
I felt my cock push against my metal zipper again.
"Susie! Iced latte!"
"Thanks, hon."
She gave Greg a little wave and another smile and picked up her drink. I glanced at the table to my right and saw a guy lean forward in his chair, watching her intently as she stepped away from the counter.
I knew it was time for me to pounce before the other guy could offer her a seat. I waved. "Need a place to sit?"
She turned toward me, her head cocked to the side. "Yeah. Do I know you?"
I extended my hand and rose slightly from my chair. "Tyler Campbell." It took all of my effort not to stare at her chest as I introduced myself.
"Susanna Lombardi.” Her hand felt cold from being outside but her skin was soft. I gently moved my arm up and down to see if her tits would bounce a little as we shook hands. They did. I'm evil.
"Lombardi? You don't look Italian." Shit, my flirting skills are rusty.
"Yeah, I get that a lot,” she said. Her voice was low for a woman, with a hint of a Southern accent.
She sat down across from me and put her backpack on the table. While she was busy getting her books out, I used the opportunity to stare at her for a few seconds, unnoticed.
Her t-shirt fit loosely, showing her supple, milky white skin down to the top of her cleavage. I imagined those huge, milky white breasts attached to her soft, plump body, bouncing up and down on top of me.
My eyes went from her cleavage to her eyes as she continued. "I know I'm too light to look Italian. A lot of people think I'm nuts for not trying to be darker. But I don't wanna look like a leather purse when I'm 30."
"There's nothing wrong with your paleness," I said. "You shouldn't try to change the way you are. It's very nice." I wanted to pay her another compliment but I was too distracted by my visualization of her soft, naked body and the thought of my tongue gliding across her hard nipple. I couldn’t remember another time when I’d been so flustered by perverted thoughts of a beautiful woman I’d just met.
"That's sweet of you. But it's easy for you to say. Tans are favored in this college town." I could see straight down her shirt when she leaned across the table, casually laying her forearm across mine. "See the difference? You make me look like a ghost."
After a few seconds she drew her arm back as if nothing had happened. I hope I don't have to stand up for a while. I hadn't gotten hard in public since the tenth grade.
I’d never been so attracted to a girl who looked like her before. Skinny brunettes with dark complexions usually caught my eye but I couldn’t remember reacting to any woman like I had the soft, curvy blonde with ivory skin sitting across from me. It didn't help that a subtle, peachy vanilla scent lingered in the air after she leaned across the table.
Susie took a long look at my hair. "I love your hair. It's so healthy it makes me sick. You don’t see many long-haired guys around here.”
My hair was long but not quite halfway down my back. I wore it down that day instead of my usual ponytail.
"I'm Indian,” I said. “Uh, I mean, American Indian, mostly. My mom is half Indian and half something else. We're not sure what.”
She laughed, to which I responded with nervous chuckling. Damn, I need to be careful before I say something really stupid. I picked up my iced tea and took a drink, trying to get my thoughts in order.
"Well, Tyler, whatever genes your mother gave you, they've made you very handsome." Without pause, and without eye contact, she changed the subject. "So, are you studying for the test in McCray's class tomorrow?"
I wondered if I should respond to her compliment. I decided not to, considering how quickly she’d moved on. But at least I knew what she thought of my looks.
"Yes. You?" I asked.
"Yes. I should’ve studied more for the last one. I won't be caught off guard this time. He's tricky but as long as you work through the examples in the book, his tests are no big deal.” She paused to drink her frozen coffee before continuing. “I did that for the first test and got a 98. I got a 90 last time because I was lazy. Don't spend too much time on the lecture notes."
"That's good to know. I’ve gotten a 92 and an 84 so far. Maybe we could go through the examples together?" I asked.
"Yes! I’d love that." Her gray-blue eyes widened.
The way she smiled and responded to my unusually dorky conversation made me breathe a little easier. "So," I asked. "You said your name’s Susanna, but I heard you tell Greg at the counter that your name is Susie. Which do you prefer?"
"I don't care, really. Susie's fine. But it sounds like a little girl's name. Call me whichever one you want. I just ask that you pick one and stick with it. I'm like a trained dog. If I get used to your voice calling me Susie, I won't know who you're talking to if you call me Susanna."
I laughed.
"I'm serious!" She giggled. "I'm such a weirdo. Some people call me both. So, you can call me either one but make sure to use them equally or I'll get really confused."
I smiled, knowing I was already in the first stage of developing a serious crush on her.
We opened our books to discuss the text. In less than an hour I’d moved to the chair on her left. I made it look innocent enough, like I just wanted to be close enough to compare my work with hers, side by side. My arm got to brush against her breasts a couple times....by accident, of course (ahem).... I was sure she hadn't noticed.
Our conversation deviated from the books in front of us quite a bit as the hours flew by. She immediately recognized a line from one of my favorite movies when I quoted it, leading to a long discussion of obscure movies we both liked that most of our friends hated. That led to a discussion of TV, then video games. I’d never met a girl before who liked video games as much as I did. I was usually afraid to tell girls I’d spent a year of my life addicted to an online role-playing game but she admitted to playing the same game. She shook her head and blushed when I tried to get her to admit just how long she played.
Susie was so very different from the boring girls I'd met since I transferred for summer school in May. She was quirky and interesting. Talking with her was easy, like catching up with an old friend. It would’ve been even easier if I could’ve controlled my thoughts of ripping her clothes off.
Greg's shift ended at 8:00 pm. I only knew because at approximately 8:01 pm he plunked a frozen latte down in front of her.
"It's on the house. And it's decaf. Want you to be able to sleep tonight." He winked.
Yeah, I bet you do.
"Wow, thank you. I love the customer service here." She smiled and picked up her free drink. "I'll be back."
"Good. I'll be here."
And then he left. Damn, I thought. Blond hair and big boobs will get you a lot of free things in life. "Does that kind of thing ha
ppen to you a lot?" I asked.
"What?" She asked as she placed the straw in her mouth to drink from Greg's frozen decaf cup of desperation.
Fuck, why did she have to put her lips on that straw while she was looking me in the eye? I almost lost my train of thought.
"Oh please. You know what I'm talking about,” I said.
"No, not a lot. But I like to be nice to people. I believe you reap what you sow. Kindness goes a long way."
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