by Teased, Tied
“I’ve been coming here for years. It’s very exclusive and discrete.” He pulled the car to a stop, seeing Jhon’s car nearby. He got out of the car and walked around to open up the door for Lola. He eyed her legs as she got out, but also caught a glimpse of a naked breast as the dress opened up in the front.
He was watching her as she got out, Lola feeling good that he thought she was so attractive. It made her proud that she was a woman, and he realized it. “Thank you, Vicente.” She loved saying his first name. He put his arm around her as they walked in, the first time he ever touched her in public. She felt so comfortable, moving closer to him.
“Good evening, Professor. Good to see you again. Jhon is already seated.” The Maître d’ smiled when he saw Lola. “Good evening, Miss Lola. It’s nice of you to join us.”
She was surprised that he knew her name. “Thank you.” She looked around the restaurant, a small, intimate restaurant, dim lights and soft music. It looked bigger from the outside.
“This way.” He led them to the table.
“Thank you,” Vicente slipping him a tip.
Jhon got up when they came in, seeing Lola first. How could you miss her? He walked over to her, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “I have seen you in school, but you are more radiant tonight, Lola.” He didn’t release her hand, wanting her to get used to him touching her.
“You flatter me, Jhon.” She still felt strange calling them by their first names, but if she was going to be their equal, she needed to do it.
“You have bloomed into a beautiful woman since the first day of school. You dress so much better now.” He continued to hold one hand, but his other hand slid around her waist.
“I’m sorry you saw me that way at the beginning. I didn’t understand. Vicente has shown me so much since then.” She felt the male presence of Jhon next to her. Vicente was standing to the side, not saying anything.
“It was just the outer garments that spoiled your beauty. Under them you still had firm, ripe breasts and full hips.” His hand wandered up her side until he was rubbing the edge of her breasts. She didn’t move to stop him. “So firm.” His hand cradled one of her naked breasts and squeezed it gently.
She shivered but not from the cold. Jhon was touching her breast in the middle of the restaurant. She looked around, no one paying the least bit of attention to them. It was almost natural for him to do it and for Lola to allow it. She couldn’t deny the pleasure she was getting from it. Two men were admiring her body. She stood there while he squeezed her breast.
“Let us sit down and get better acquainted.” Jhon hated to pull his hand away, but he did. He pulled out her chair, watching as she sat down. He sat on one side of her, Vicente on the other. He poured them all a glass of wine from the bottle he ordered while waiting for them. “A toast, to a beautiful American girl gracing our presence tonight.” They clicked the glasses and all drank. Jhon watched her luscious lips caress the edge of the glass. “Tell me about yourself, Lola. It must have been so fascinating to live in America.”
She tried to make her growing up sound exciting, but it wasn’t, yet both men hung on every word she said. She talked for twenty minutes, glad the waiter came over to take their order. She ordered a steak, a small steak, but nonetheless a steak. At least the break allowed Vicente and Jhon to add to the conversation, the three of them almost into a heated discussion about American women’s rights by the time the food came.
A second bottle of wine followed, Lola on her third glass. She was feeling a bit tipsy since she never had more than one glass before. The conversations were short so they could eat, but they soon finished, the waiter clearing away the table for them.
“So do you believe in the American notion of women’s liberation, Lola?”
“Now you are putting me on the spot, Jhon. I believe that a woman can have a strong character and be demanding in the workplace, yet at the same time, when they come home, they want a man to guide them and take charge.”
“So a woman would have a dominant personality at work, yet be sexually submissive at home?” Vicente was the one that tried to clarify it.
“Yes, I guess that is what I am trying to say.” Lola took another sip of wine. The topic of sexuality was brought into the conversation.
“Then a woman could also be submissive at work, as well as at home. After all, a young woman like you does not have the education and experience yet in the workplace to dominate those you would work with.” Jhon looked for her response.
“Yes, that is true. I am just learning.”
“And you need a man to teach you, an older man that is experienced in those matters.” Vicente saw the waiter bringing the bill.
“Or more than one,” Jhon moving closer to her, his hand reaching out and touching her bare leg.
“Yeees, I guess that is true.” She felt a heated rush in her body when she felt his hand on her leg, just as Vicente had done in the car. She saw the hand move up until it reached the edge of her skirt and then slipped under it. She closed her legs in reaction.
Vicente leaned over to her. “Spread your legs for him, Lola. As you did for me.”
She looked at him then back at Jhon. She was confused, but she did what she had to. She relaxed her legs, and the hand continued to journey up her inner thigh so slowly and sensuous, both men looking at her.
“You have lovely legs, Lola.” He rubbed the soft, inner flesh of her thigh, wishing it were his head between them instead of his hand. “Such a good girl.” His fingers went all the way to the edge of her panties and stopped. He looked into her eyes. “Do you want me to touch your pussy, Lola?” He whispered softly to her but loud enough so Vicente could hear.
Her lips were dry in spite of all the wine. She could hardly breathe in anticipation, his hand so close yet so far away. She didn’t want to ruin the night; at least, that is what she convinced herself. “Yeees, Sir.”
“Spread your legs wider for me, Lola.” He saw her legs spread wider, his hand reaching up and cupping her crotch. She jumped as if struck by electricity, her hand going to her mouth to catch her surprise. Her ass went back down on the chair, trapping his hand. He felt her pussy with his fingers, squeezing her big lips as she moaned. He could feel her dampness increasing.
His hand was on her pussy as if it belonged there, Lola unable to catch her breath. She didn’t know what she wanted—take his hand away or squeeze harder. Vicente rescued her.
“Shall we retire to the other room and have a brandy?”
“Yes, that would be a good idea. We can continue this conversation in private.” Jhon hated to take his hand away but he gave her pussy a gentle squeeze before he did. “I was enjoying it so much.” He pulled his hand from under her dress. “Let me help you up, Lola.” He pulled out her chair and helped her stand up.
As she stood up, Jhon’s hand roamed over her ass just as Vicente always did to her. Jhon’s was a little more demanding, squeezing one of her cheeks before a finger ran from the top of her crack all the way down until it touched her pussy from behind. He squeezed her pussy again, strong fingers pushing her dress and panties into her slit. He had one hand on her waist holding her still as he pinched her pussy from behind. He finally pulled his hand away. “Thank you,” not sure why she was thanking him.
The three of them walked to the back of the restaurant, Lola looking at the people at the other tables. It was a little odd, no families with kids. Maybe it was too expensive. But, she noticed the women, or should she say girls. They were all with older men, and they looked romantically involved. Is that why it seemed too private? Did older men take their mistresses here? Am I Vicente’s mistress?
Vicente took them to the back where there was one unmarked door. He opened it to a long hallway of rooms. He held it open for them to pass. “Last room on the right is ours,” he told Jhon.
The room was dimly lit, Jhon holding the door open to their room. It was almost like a library, a small desk with a bookcase behind i
t, a small parlor of chairs around a coffee table, Lola noticing that a bottle of sherry and glasses were already laid out. Each chair was large and upholstered, each with its own footstool. This was definitely a man’s room, until Lola saw what was on the other side of the room. It was darker over there, so she didn’t notice at first, but she did now, a tremble of fear running through her body. It was a bed, neatly made with a white comforter and pillows. “I saw that all the girls with the men in the restaurant were young. Are they their mistresses?”
“I told you she was intelligent, Jhon. Yes, Lola, though not necessarily mistresses. That term is so possessive. Let’s just say they have mutual attraction to each other. The restaurant is very discrete.”
“This is a nice room for brandy, but why the bed?”
“For convenience. Let us sit down and have a brandy, Lola. Relax, the night is young.”
She knew that it was going to be a long night. There were two men wanting her attention, and she knew that it had become sexual. She was afraid of what she would have to do or what they would make her do. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn’t move. She could still feel Jhon’s hand between her legs and it felt good. Jhon and Vicente sat down in the chairs. Lola walked over to the vacant one.
Vicente said, “No, come over here, Lola, and sit on my lap.”
Her legs somehow managed to walk over to his chair, his outstretched arms waiting for her and guiding her onto his lap. Her skirt pulled up high, but there was nothing she could do as she sat on Vicente’s lap. The first thing she felt was his erection against her ass. She looked over at Jhon, his pants also bulging. It excited her that powerful professors desired her body and that she could cause their erections. Vicente pulled her back until she was in the crook of one arm. She saw his face coming toward her, knowing he was going to kiss her. She hoped that she could kiss him back with some experience. Their lips touched, and the electricity shot across them like a thousand volts. His lips were wet but demanding, pressing against hers. He held the back of her head with one hand; the other hand slid to her breast and cupped it. As she gasped in surprise, his tongue snuck into her mouth and sought out her tongue. She had no choice, her tongue searching out his until they both touched. She never felt anything like it before, such passion in his kiss, all the while, her breast was caressed and her nipples were pulled into hardened points. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, finally bringing one of them up to his neck and touching his skin. She could barely breathe as Vicente French kissed her so passionately, but it was her nipples that became so aroused. He finally pulled away but only inches, staring into her eyes.
“You kiss very passionately, Lola. I enjoyed that.” His hand didn’t pull away from her breast. “Your nipples respond passionately, also.” He slipped his hand into her dress and pulled out one of her breasts. “Look how big and hard it is.”
She couldn’t believe that he exposed her breast for Jhon to see, but he sat up in his chair so he could have a better view. She would have protested, but Vicente was already teasing his finger across the tip and making it stand up like a small rock. She never had a man talk so freely about her body or expose it as Vicente did. Even when she was buying clothes, Jacque looked at her almost naked as if it were the most natural thing. Maybe her upbringing was too puritanical. After all, it was only sex. She looked down as Vicente began to squeeze the tip, seeing the nipple grow big as he pinched it around the areola until all the blood was pushed into the tip, and she could feel her heart beating in it.
“Do you like your nipples pinched hard, Lola?” It was Jhon asking as he watched Vicente go to work on her nipple.
“Like this.” Vicente pinched and twisted her nipples, but all he got was a moan from Lola.
“MMMM,” she softly moaned when he pinched harder, the pain shooting through her breast, but by the time it got to her brain and between her legs, all she felt was pleasure. It was strange that they were talking about her sexual preferences. “It doesn’t hurt.” But then she added, “At least it doesn’t feel like it does.”
“Have you ever had them clamped, Lola.” Jhon could see them now, large, shiny metal clamps biting into the tips of her nipples, maybe even weights to hang from them.
“Clamped?” Then she caught onto what he was saying. “No,” she said ashamed as if she should have done it before.
“Ever have them whipped, Lola?” Vicente released her nipple and let the blood rush back into the tip, but he used his nail to run over the tip until he heard her hissing from the sharp nail in the nerve-rich tip of her nipple.
“Girls enjoy their breasts whipped?”
“Vicente tells me you like a ruler on your pussy. It is the same thing.”
She blushed when she heard that. Vicente had told him. Of course, he had. That is why he was here tonight. She didn’t have time to think again, Vicente kissing her again, Lola reacting as the hand continued to caress her bare breast. He finally broke the kiss, but his head went down and his lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked it into his mouth as his tongue lashed at the tip. “EEEEEHHH,” she cried out helplessly as Vicente sucked on her nipple as she pushed his head into it. When he pulled away, her breast was wet with his saliva, and the tip was big and red where his teeth had nibbled at it. She couldn’t believe the pleasure she felt when he did that.
“Sit on Jhon’s lap, Lola.” He began to push her gently off as she hesitated. “Be a good girl.” He swatted her ass, knowing she liked that.
Her breast was still out as she walked over to Jhon, as if it was so natural. She knew he would be sucking on it just as Vicente did. Jhon stopped her when she was in front of him, staring at her bare breast. She watched in shocked awe, unable to respond as Jhon began to remove her dress. He opened up the front until both of her breasts were bared, but he didn’t stop there, sliding to her waist. The dress did the rest of it, nothing to keep it up as it slipped to the floor. She stood in front of him in only panties and five-inch stiletto heels. Yet, she did nothing.
He reached out to her, this time his hands finding naked flesh, slipping around her waist and pulling her down onto his lap. His cock jerked in excitement when he felt her almost-naked ass touching it. He pulled her back, leaning in to kiss her, Lola’s mouth already open in anticipation. Their lips met, and they kissed, tongues dancing against each other, but it was Jhon’s hands that went exploring, finding two bare breasts with nice, pointed nipples to play with. She squirmed on his lap when he squeezed and tugged on a nipple too hard. It was as though she were masturbating him with her ass.
She sat on his lap as his hands ran freely over her body, while they kissed, hissing through her clenched teeth when his head slipped down and began to suck and pull on her nipples with the powerful suction of his mouth. She could almost smell her pussy getting wet. She was almost naked with two men that expected things from her body that she didn’t even know how to do.
He finally stopped with Lola, ready to move on to something more. “I think you were mentioning that Lola is a naughty girl.”
“Yes, she is. She teases us with that lovely body. What happens to naughty girls, Lola?”
“They have to be disciplined, Vicente.” Her panties were flooded in excitement.
“How did I discipline you last time, Lola?”
“You used a ruler on me.” Her lips were quivering.
“Where, Lola? Tell Jhon where I disciplined you with the ruler.”
“Mmmmy thighs,” she stammered, but she knew she had to say more. “MMMY pussy.”
“I enjoyed that, Lola.” Vicente loved making her cum while whipping her with the ruler.
“Aaaree you going to do that again?” She only hoped that he would make her cum again, Lola never experiencing anything like that before.
“I think you should punish her pussy, but not with a ruler. She didn’t learn last time, so I think you need something more demanding.” Jhon already knew what they would do. What they needed was already on the table next to the bed.
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br /> “Yes, you are right. A girl’s pussy can take a lot of punishment. It’s the only way the Lola will learn. I think we should start out with a spanking.” Vicente saw her eyes light up.
“Yes, take me over you knee and spank my butt. I’ll lay still for you.”
“That’s for children, Lola. You’re a grown woman. I think a spanking on your pussy is more appropriate.” Vicente’s cock grew harder.
“That’s a good start, Vicente. Then, we should move onto a whip. I brought a couple of different ones; we can see what brings out the best glow to her skin.”
First, it was a spanking on her pussy, now they were talking about whipping her pussy. “Please, no!” The ruler made her cum, Lola not sure spanking her pussy or whipping it would do the same.
“You must be trained, Lola, otherwise, I would be negligent in my duties. I expect you to spread your legs open and keep them open for us. Can you do that for us?”
Lola didn’t know if she could do it. To spread my legs and let them spank and whip my pussy? How could I? She saw them look at her, not wanting to disappoint them. “I’ll try.”
“Good girl, Lola. I know you can do it. Let’s get on the bed so we can both work you over.” Vicente stood up, Jhon and Lola following him.
It was the longest walk she ever made, two men accompanying her to the large bed where she was expected to spread her legs and let them spank and whip her pussy. They got to the bed and then she heard the last horrifying words.
“Take off your panties, Lola. I want to feel your naked pussy with my hand.”
She never even contemplated that, but Jhon was already easing them down her legs as she shivered in fear.
