by Susan Sass
I might have found the rawness of the statement humorous or in poor taste in another situation, but at the time all I could do was agree and, of course, comply.
I pumped her soaking twat hard and deep, sJoeyking her ass hard and I felt myself nearing the brink already. Not ready to end it yet, I pushed into her completely and leaned down over her back, whispering into her ear, "How does it feel to be my helpless little fuck toy?" I slapped her ass hard, "Tied up, blind folded, spanked, fucked hard, and anything else I care to think of to do with you."
Angela pushed her hips back into me hard, grinding her impaled pussy on my cock in response. "I love it," she purred, "I just wish you'd stop being so gentle," she added the last with a little smirk.
I smiled wickedly. It might have even made her nervous if she could have seen it. I slowly withdrew my throbbing member, both of my hands moving up to her shoulders, then running down her back strongly, each individual finger leaving its own trail. When my hands reached her hips I grabbed her firmly on either side, holding her tightly in place.
With only the head of my cock still inside of her, I waited, making her desire climb, turning her want into need. Her breath started coming in ragged gasps, and when I thought she would die from anticipation, I thrust forward hard, again burying myself deep inside of her in a single powerful thrust.
Her back arched, her breath exploding out of her in an airy, "Oh fuck!" followed by a sharp gasp as I slapped her ass. Then I pulled out again and teased her the same way again and again, letting her need build higher and higher each time, then plowing into her like a train, powerful and unstoppable.
Soon I had her begging each time. "Oh god, Chad. Please fuck me. Don't stop. Let me cum. I need to cum so bad."
"Not until you have my permission," I would respond each time, but that didn't keep her from trying to get me to give her permission. Finally I decided to move on. I was getting sweaty, and the shower was already running. There was no need to waste water, we could just relocate and continue. I pulled out of her entirely, to the very dismayed young girls horror. "Nooooo," she whined, "You have to make me cum."
I laughed, "Brat, the only thing I have to do is what I want to do." I stepped off to the side and turned to face her slightly pickened posterior, running my hand over it a few moments before I started to spank her in a slow, even rhythm, alternating cheeks each time.
Jess started to squirm as the solid spanks hit home. Her squirming quickly turned to whimpering, then her protesting became more heartfelt as she started to wriggle enthusiastically. I put a stop to that rather fast by placing a firm hand on the small of her back, holding her firmly in place for her punishment.
Her physical outlet denied, she started to plead. "Oh god, my ass is burning. Wouldn't you rather fuck me than spank me? Please stop, please? Fuck that hurts."
Of course her pitiful begging fell on deaf ears and I silently continued the correction of my wayward charge, my swats increasing in speed and intensity. I wanted to bring her to the edge of breaking down, and my methodical abuse of her backside was doing a wonderful job of accomplishing just that. In short order her backside had turned an alarming shade of red, so the moment I heard the first little sniffles, I stopped immediately, my hand that had caused her so much suffering now offering her relief as it slowly soothed away the burn to a manageable throbbing.
In an astonishingly small amount of time Angela had gone from close to crying to wanting to cum again. When she had calmed down enough, I reached down, running my fingers over her scorching hot slit. It was almost dripping.
"Stand up," I commanded. She complied awkwardly wither her hands still tied behind her, but responded quickly enough to avoid further punishment. "Good, now face aware from me and get on your knees." Again she obeyed quickly. Walking up close behind her I took off the blindfold. Angela squinted and blinked at the sudden light as I grabbed the knot on the ribbon and pulled hard, undoing it and quickly unwrapping her arms, freeing them.
"Keep your arms like that," I said, walking around her, examining every inch of her skin. She was glistening with sweat. "Push your tits out. Show them off for me." I stopped in front of her and looked down into her eyes. She flushed in what seemed to be embarrassment, then leaned back, pushing her pert breasts out further. She glanced away as I studied her, licking her lips then biting her lower one. I reached down and pinched one of her nipples in a strong grasp, making her inhale sharply, then mirrored the action with my other hand, provoking a similar response. I squeezed hard and she closed her eyes against the pain. When I released my grip she sighed loudly, but maintained her position.
"You've been very well behaved. I'm quite impressed. Go hop in the shower and I'll be in to reward you in a second."
Angela lowered her eyes demurely, "Yes Sir, thank you Sir."
She started to stand, but my upraised hand stopped her. "Did I say you could walk there?"
She sat for a moment, confused, "Um, no Sir?"
"You're right, so I guess that means you'll have to crawl," I said evenly, trying to gauge her reaction.
She flushed bright red again, but simply said, "Yes Sir," and started to crawl towards the open bathroom door. I pursed my lips in thought. She hadn't protested, maybe she like being ordered around? Maybe being forced to do something on her own was more exciting than being made to do it by force? It was something to think on.
I waited until she disappeared into the bathroom before going to my drawer of toys. Tossing the ribbon and blindfold back in, I picked out a small butt plug and a waterproof vibrating bullet. Happy with my selection, I closed the drawer and crossed the room, entering the steLeanne confines of my bathroom. The open shower revealed that Angela was still on her hands and knees, which must have been considerably less comfortable on hard tile than the thick carpeting of my bedroom.
I approached behind her and set the vibrator on the shelf next to my shower stuff, then reached over and grabbed the bottle of waterbased lube that Leanne had been thoughtful enough to add to the essentials of my shower shelf. Popping the cap, I smeared a liberal amount onto the small plug then set it on the shelf. Temporarily adjusting the water away from the lovely young lady awaiting my abuse on her hands and knees, I reached down and spread her bright red ass cheeks, then squeezed out a small amount of lube onto her puckered little hole.
Snapping the lid closed, I placed it back on the shelf and returned my attention to Angela's sweet little rosebud. I moved my hand down and smeared the lube around gently, then slowly pushed my pinky finger in, making her shudder. "Whats the matter?" I asked with mock innocence, "Not much experience in this area?"
Angela took a deep breath, "No Sir."
"Just relax," I said with a smile I hoped she could hear, " You'll enjoy yourself, I promise."
She sighed, "I trust you, Sir."
"Good," I said, pulling my finger out and reaching up for the plug. As I grasped it and pulled it down, I spread her cheeks wide with my other hand. Stretching her open as far as I could that way, I pressed the plug firmly against her tight opening. Even with such a small plug, she kept herself fairly closed to it and put up a valiant fight to keep it out, but as I pushed steadily it eventually won its way past her reluctantly tight hole, sinking in with a satisfying pulling sensation as the thickest part won its way in and sank down to the neck, sealing it in place.
Angela gasped and arched her back, but stayed still otherwise. Once again reaching up, I grabbed the bullet, and with much less drama, simply slipped the small but powerful vibrator into her still soaking pussy, then used the remote to turn it on to the lowest setting. She moaned, "I can feel it vibrating the plug."
I smiled and stood up, pulling her to her feet with me. I spun her around to face me, running my hands down the slick skin of her curves, laying claim to her body in the most intimate of ways. She shuddered under the attention as my lips closed on hers, opening her mouth to mine. My hands roamed, caressing her everywhere before moving one behind her and placing it on th
e plug, pushing on it firmly, then twisting and pulling slightly. The other hand found a supple breast and firmly gripped it, running fingers over her nipple and teasing the sensitive skin around it.
Her hands latched onto my shoulder and back, holding on tightly as she moaned into my mouth. When I broke the kiss off, she was breathless and as she regained her wits I reached behind her and unsnapped the latch that kept the table up. As it fell, I grabbed her roughly by the hair and turned her around, bending her forcefully over the table. Grabbing my manhood, I aimed it at her entrance and pushed in roughly, making her cry out.
I didn't give her time to adjust, my lust couldn't let me. I needed to cum, and I knew where and how was going to.
Angela reached out to the sides and gripped the edges of the table as I viciously fucked her pussy. "Oh god yes. Fuck me, cum in my pussy. Use me like a dirty slut. Its so goooood!"
I reached over to the bullet remote and switched it from low to high. The pleasant buzzing of the bullet on my cock transformed into a humming piece of ecstasy urging me to let go of my self control, but its effects were far more dramatic for Angela, who was instantly on the verge of cumming, "Fuck me!" she groaned, her voice stuttering in time with my hard thrusts, "Please let me cum. Please, Sir. I'll do anything, just please let me cum."
"Not yet," I gasped, my breath ragged form exertion, "Not yet." I could feel my balls start to tighten up. At the last second I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, slut."
Angela's body went into convulsions, her pussy tightening around my cock like a vise and pushing me over the edge. My orgasm was almost painful as my balls seemed to cramp up from shooting wave after wave of my hot cum into her starving pussy. My body went ridged as I came for what must have been a full minute of spraying into her, filling her pussy to its maximum with my seed. As my orgasm passed, I could feel the after effects of Angela's as her pussy randomly convulsed on my cock.
Slowly recovereing, I reached over to the remote and flicked off the bullet, then slowly pulled my cock out of her. With a satisfying pop I withdrew the head of my cock and my cum started to leak from her well fucked lovebox almost immediately.
Angela continued to lay on the table, exhausted. Moving my hands slowly up her body, I put one under an arm and the other up by her shoulder and neck, then gently helped her to her feet and turned her around. her eyes were rather dreLeanne as she regarded me, then she leaned in and lightly kissed me, barely more than a peck. "Best. Sex. Ever." she said tiredly.
I smiled and pulled her close into me and leaned down to lightly bite her neck, making her shiver, then worked my way up to her ear. "So far," I corrected her. "And now that I helped get us so dirty, how about we focus on getting clean?"
She smiled, "Absolutely, Sir, but can we do me first? I'm gonna need a minute to recover."
I laughed, "Sure thing, Babe." Then grabbed the soap and bent to the tedious task of hand washing a gorgeous woman before she returned the favor.
Chapter 7: Can’t Say No To Bree
It was a tired, but very clean Angela that left my room with a giggle and a blown kiss before she closed my door on her way out. I made sure of that, on both counts. Sighing, I sat down on my bed in nothing but a towel and leaned back, letting the softness of my bed embrace me. I had just closed my eyes when a polite but insistent knock sounded on my door.
"Come in!" I yelled, hoping to be heard through the sound proof door. A few seconds later Leanne popped her Head in, so either she had heard me or was coming in regardless, and knowing her it was probably the later. Seeing my condition, she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. I used my hands to prop my head up and watched as she approached.
"I don't suppose there's anything under that towel for me right now, is there?" she teased.
I groaned, "Maybe later, slave girl, but if I don't take it easy on my little man for a little while he could fall off."
As Leanne reached the edge of my bed she sunk down to her knees and grabbed the edge of the towel, pulling it open and revealing my tired, soft manhood. "We wouldn't want that now, would we?" she cooed. "I don't think I've ever seen you soft before. Its good to know you're human after all and not just an erection walking around with a vestigial man attached," she said with a giggle. She grabbed my still flaccid member and ran her fingers up and down the shaft, then leaned down and sucked the length of it into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue.
I moaned in feigned agony, "You are getting far too good at this." I leaned back and relaxed, enjoying the sensation of her highly talented mouth working on my now rapidly growing shaft. In a relatively short amount of time Leanne's head was bobbing up and down the length of my fully erect member.
As I felt my mindset start to shift from merely enjoying the sensual touch to starting to become aroused, I reached down and stopped her by firmly grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back. She looked up at me guiltily and smiled, her hands still fondling my manhood gently.
She wrapped her hand firmly around the shaft and start to pump in long slow strokes. Continuing her pleasant ministrations to my poor over used genitalia, Leanne cleared her throat, "As much as I'd love to sit here all day and worship this heavenly instrument of yours, we have something of a problem."
"Mmmhmm," I said groggily, my mind mostly asleep.
"We need to go shopping," Leanne continued, "Most of Erin's clothes are in tatters, and we need to get a couple things for the house."
I took a deep breath, "Do I really need to go with you?"
Leanne shrugged, "Not if you don't mind 5 girls turning your man-pad into a girly pink ladies retreat."
I gave her a wry look, "Even try it and I'll turn all your backsides pink."
Leanne smiled and leaned down running her tongue over the length of my shaft. "You're such a tease, Chad. Now I might try it just to get spanked."
I laughed, "Do you really need any more reasons to get spanked?" She looked at me for a moment, seemingly seriously contemplating the question. I groaned, "God, you are such a glutton for punishment."
Leanne smiled and stood up, ending her caressing of my once again eager cock. "So you're coming?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, yeah. I can't have you all going out and getting lost without me to guide you."
Leanne beamed a smile at me, then walked to the door, "We're ready when you are."
"I'll be ready in ten minutes," I said as she closed the door.
I glanced at my clock. 3:30 PM. 'You gotta be shitting me,' I thought to myself. It was only mid afternoon and I was already dying to sleep for a week. 'I gotta pace myself or these girls are going to suck the life out of me.' I chuckled at my poor play on words, then groaned as I simply rolled off the edge of my bed, too tired to sit up. I landed with an unceremonious crash that temporarily cleared my head of the foggy fatigue I was suffering from.
Pushing myself back up with a belabored sigh, I headed towards my closet to get dressed. I quickly pulled on a loose pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt, then threw on some sneakers and a headed for the door. If I was going shopping with 5 women, then I was damn sure going to be comfortable doing it.
I tried to look on the bright side. At the very least I'd make a couple of the girls try on some skimpy swimsuits for me. With that thought significantly bettering my disposition, I whistled tunelessly as I left my room and entered the couch room, as we had taken to calling the large lounging space. It contained my enormous couch, a projector T.V. screen, and the closet with all the filming equipment. This would also likely be the most frequent place fore spankings to be recorded, though I had started toying with the idea of getting a hand held camera and filming all my little extra curriculars with the girls in my bedroom and bathroom. I'd run the idea by Joey the next time we spoke.
Bree was sitting on the couch surfing channels, staunchly ignoring the black look Erin was giving her. I cleared my throat, trying to take stock of the situation, "Bree, would you go tell the others that we're all ready t
o go now?" She shrugged despondently, then stood up and walked away with an almost wooden posture. She was an ice queen for certain, but I was almost positive I could get her to open up eventually.
As Bree left the room I turned to Erin, "What was that all about?"
Erin just sniffed disdainfully, "Girl stuff. Don't worry your tiny male brain over it." She said it with that smile that used just a few too many teeth.
I raised my eyebrow, "Watch it," I said warningly. "If you two keep having problems tell me and I'll try to mediate"
Erin rolled her eyes, "Cause that'll help."
Reaching down I grabbed her by the hand and helped her off the couch, giving her a playful swat as she turned to walk out of the room. Almost immediately she spun back to face me, her eyes fiery.
"Yes?" I asked casually.
She took a deep breath and I could see her force herself to relax, "Nothing. I'm just not used to this yet, you know?" she said, waving her hand around vaguely.
"None of us are. We're all in a kind of unique situation."
