by Teased, Tied
“EEEH! EEEWWW!” Vicente couldn’t contain himself any longer, grabbing Lola by the sides of the head, forcing her back and forth onto his cock as the cum shot up from his balls and jetted out the head of his cock into her willing mouth. He saw the shocked look on her face at the first jet of his cum, but she didn’t back off, her cheeks bulging out as she tried to contain his copious cum.
Vicente became frenzied, Lola feeling the cock swell to greater proportions, knowing he was readying to cum. She heard him cry out in ecstasy then he shoved with his hips until his cock was sitting heavily on her tongue. She felt it jerk up and hit the roof of her mouth, but by the time it bounced back down, it was spurting out his hot, sticky cum into her mouth. It wasn’t anything like what she would have expected. It was so much and shot out with such power, blasting the inside of her mouth until the thick, pasty crème covered her tongue and teeth with a blanket of salty cum. Her hand continued to pump his cock, another load of cum filling her mouth, Lola was frantic as she tried to swallow, unable to contain it all in her tiny mouth. She didn’t stop until the fourth jet of cum slowed to a trickle. Even then, she kept the head in her mouth as she felt it shrinking. She gulped down his cum, her tongue finally licking his cock clean until it slipped from her lips.
Her throat bobbed feverishly as she swallowed his cum, her hand refusing to stop drawing it out as she masturbated his shaft and his cum into her mouth. Even when he was finished, her lips refused to release it, her tongue bathing it until it slipped from her lips, glistening with the sheen of her spit.
“Are you pleased with me, Vicente?” She erotically licked the last of the cum from her lips as she stared up into his eyes. “Did I suck your cock to your expectations?” It excited her to hear her voice say those words. Suck his cock, for that is what she had done.
“Yes, Lola. You pleased me well with your mouth.” He smiled down at her. She was learning quickly.
“As you will suck me off after we finish whipping your pussy, Lola. Back over to the other side of the room.”
It was Jhon that said it, Lola almost forgetting that he was in the room, blushing when she realized that he had watched her sucking Vicente’s cock. Her pussy got wet at the thought of them whipping her pussy for their pleasure, but she would be required to suck Jhon’s cock once they finished whipping her. She would have to swallow his cum as Vicente watched her. The thought of sucking another man’s cock didn’t excite her, but the thought of it pleasing Vicente did. “Yes, Sir.” She got off of her knees and walked back over to the bed. On it, Jhon had already laid out the whips for her to see. It was going to be more intense than she had expected. She saw a multi-strand flogger, over twenty leather strands ready to attack her most intimate flesh, but there were more. There was a riding crop like that used on horses, a small two-inch square of leather that would hit her harder. There was a long leather strap, thin and supple that would bite into her flesh with greater precision and pain. They would all be used on her as she spread her legs for them.
“I think standing for this would be best, Lola. Put your hands behind your back and link your arms.” Vicente began to pose her for them. “Push those lovely tits out for us. I think next time I will whip them.” He watched as she pushed them out. “Arch your back farther, push them out more.” He wasn’t satisfied until it looked like her nipples were pointing upward. “Good girl, Lola. Now your legs. We can’t whip those lovely thighs and your pussy unless you spread your legs real wide.”
She did as he asked, posing her naked body in the most provocative way, not failing to notice that both men’s erections grew as she did as instructed. It made her feel so much naughtier, spreading her legs so wide that her crotch almost ached, her back arched so her breasts were thrust out in front of her. He excited her when he said he would whip them, Lola wondering what it would feel like to have a leather whip work on her nerve-rich nipples. “I am ready for you pleasure, Vicente.”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Lola.”
It was so bad when she said the words, not believing that she was telling two naked men in front of her with a collection of whips to do it. “Please whip my pussy.”
Vicente grabbed one of the floggers, Jhon the other. “I’ll start with the front, you take the back. She has a lovely ass that needs to be warmed up and with the wide spread of her legs, I am sure that the flogger might accidently slip in the crack of her ass and smack her anus.
She braced herself for the first blow, but it was a double, both men swinging and hitting her at one time. The floggers hit her with a dull thud, Vicente aiming for her soft, inner thighs, the rush of air blowing dangerously close to her pussy. Jhon worked on one of her ass cheeks, the full brunt of the flogger tearing into her buttock, her muscles going into convulsions from the sudden pain. “AAAHHHH!” She didn’t know what to expect, but it hurt more than she thought it would. She didn’t have time to catch her breath, both men working on the other thigh and cheek, Lola feeling the heat of the blows on her skin. They worked over her thighs and ass cheeks for about ten blows, Lola losing count as she struggled to breathe. It was the next one that drew her up onto her toes. She didn’t see it coming, for it was Jhon that struck the first blow. He must have brought it up from between her legs, because she felt the leather strands attack her pussy with the vengeance of a hive of bees. It felt like she could feel each strand hitting her, some of them catching her on her outer lips, igniting the pain of the spanking. Other strands found the most intimate creases in her pussy, pushing apart her lips by the sheer force and attacking the soft inner folds. It drove her to her toes, feeling the relief as the flogger fell back to the floor. She pleaded with Vicente when she watched his flogger dance up between her legs, his cock standing up hard and rigid in excitement. This time, the flogger caught the front of her pussy but almost slipped around and attacked her parted ass cheeks. It burned, but Jhon was waiting for it to pull back.
They worked her over, her toes growing tired until she could no longer rise up, forced to greet each flogger with her pussy. Her drenched pussy. It felt like a thousand whips striking her each time, the men changing pace to slap down her ass and pussy then back up, sending her body shaking in pain. She could feel her pussy swelling up, but both men only increased the frequency of the blows and the intensity, their aim growing better as they practiced. They finally stopped, Lola’s chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
“I think the two-thong whip next; it will make her nice and tender. We can save the riding crop. We’ll use it on her pussy as we masturbate her.” Vicente stood in front of her, Jhon in back. Her anus would take much abuse this time. She would learn that all of her body would be whipped for their pleasure.
No matter how tired her toes were, the first blow of the whip by Vicente drove her up so higher than any so far, it was as though she were a trained ballerina. It wasn’t anything like the flogger, the pain drawn over a large area. This one was precise and to the point. Two points of intense pain. One of the thongs hit one of her pussy lips, tearing at the swollen flesh, but the other pushed harshly between her lips, forced open by the sheer force of the blow. It bit into the soft inner flesh like a bolt of lightning, her shrill scream filling the room. She only hoped it was soundproof. The next one hit her anus with a loud snap, sending her hips shooting forward. It felt like a hot poker was shoved up her ass, her anal muscles going into spasms of pain. She didn’t have time to react before her pussy was hit from the front again, the bolts of pain attacking her most intimate flesh. She struggled to keep her legs spread for the pain, willing her mind to accept it for their pleasure. Back and forth, they made her hips dance until she was sobbing and crying out desperately. They stopped, Lola opening her eyes to stare at Vicente. She never saw his cock so hard and big. “My pussy hurts.”
“Look down between your legs, Lola.” Vicente smiled as he said it.
Lola looked down, her face turning red in humiliation. There was a puddle of her juices between
her legs. Not a few drops but an actual puddle. She might have been crying out as they whipped her front and back, but her hips weren’t moving to escape from the whip but to fuck it. What she needed now was to cum again. “Please, the riding crop. Make me cum for you,” her voice pleaded with them, Lola struggling not to reach down and masturbate.
“You work on her with the riding crop, Jhon. I’ll use my fingers to get her off for us. Then she can suck your cock and show you how much she appreciates us making her cum.”
Jhon needed no encouragement, his cock needing release, too hard for too long, watching the young girl’s pussy spanked and whipped. He began to lightly tap her pussy from beneath, making sure all two inches of the leather tip found the soft folds of her pussy. His hand flicked up and down until he was doing it so rapidly that it was almost as if he was always hitting the soft, wet flesh of her pussy.
Vicente went to work on the top of her slit, two fingers pushing apart her lips until the biggest clit he had ever seen poked out like a little cock. It would be easy to bring her off, able to almost grab her clit and masturbate it like a cock. “Next time we should clamp off her nipples and her clit then whip her. She’ll cum from just the whip.” He grabbed her clit with two fingers and began to pull and tug on it. Her hips tried to move away, but he was ready, one hand sliding around her ass until he found her sweat-drenched ass crack and her whipped anus. His finger was covered with sweat, so the next time she tried to back away, he was ready, his finger on her anus, her own body forcing his finger into her rectum before she could stop. She froze, his finger in the hottest, tightest hole he ever felt. “Make her dance, Jhon.”
She felt his finger penetrate her, sliding into her ass hole until she stopped moving, frozen as he tugged and pulled on her clit. She couldn’t stop her own body from moving, jerking back and forth on the fingers that pinched her clit then shoving back and impaling the finger that drove deeper into her bowels. All the while, Jhon and the riding crop beat her pussy into a sexual frenzy. Luckily, she didn’t last long, cumming loudly, flooding the leather crop that beat her pussy, her ass hole clenching on two fingers that impaled her once she started to cum. She never felt so abused or such pleasure as she did as the two men watched her orgasm.
She couldn’t even stand up any longer, falling down on the bed. Jhon didn’t seem to care, pulling her head over the edge of the bed until she was looking up at him, looking up between his legs and his cock that wanted her mouth. She did what she had to, opening her mouth real wide as he aimed his cock between her lips. At least she didn’t have to move, closing her legs, her pussy muscles still milking her unseen lover. She sucked and licked his cock, gulping loudly when he found the opening of her throat and breached it with a painful thrust. She gagged and choked, but she was pinned to the bed by his cock, so she lay there submissively as he pumped her mouth for his pleasure. It was strange to see Vicente staring down at her as she sucked another man’s cock, but he smiled at her even as spit drooled from her mouth.
He didn’t cum in her mouth, at least not initially. He pulled his cock from her lips when he was ready to cum. “Open your eyes and your mouth. I want to cum on your face.”
It was a humiliating act, but she obeyed, staring up at his cock, her mouth opened wide ready to receive his cum. She saw the hole in the head of his cock open up and then a rope of milky, white cum shot out in an arc. The first blob of cum landed on her cheek, the hot cum burning her flesh. The next one hit with more precision as Jhon pumped his cock with his hand, landing on her lips and her tongue, feeling the hot, pasty cum coating it with a thick layer. Four times, he came on her, her face dripping with a man’s cum. He stopped cumming, but he didn’t move away. His semi-hard cock rubbed across her face, scooping up the drying cum and pushing it to her lips. When he was finished, he pressed his dripping cock through her lips, pushing the thick paste of his cum with it. She took his cock into her warm mouth as she licked and swallowed his cooling cum until he was as clean as when he started. He finally pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving a trail of spit on her lips.
“Come sit down with us and have a drink, so we can enjoy your company some more, Lola.” Vicente helped her off the bed. He saw her pick up her dress. “No, not yet, Lola. Let us admire that lovely, naked body.”
They sat down in the chairs, but not before they pushed Lola’s chair in front of theirs. “Spread your legs for us.” She obeyed, letting them enjoy the red pussy that still glistened with her juices. “Would you like a drink to cleanse your mouth, Lola?”
“No,” she answered, ashamed that she said it. “I know you will use my mouth again for your pleasure, so I need to learn to appreciate the taste of a man’s cum.”
They talked for over an hour, but their eyes never strayed too far from her naked body and Lola’s gaze never strayed too far from the bulge in their pants that her naked body was inspiring. She was proud of what she and her body could do to the men. Privileged that they had taught her so much already, hoping there was much more. She wanted to feel a man’s cock in her pussy, and she could still feel the finger in her ass even when it was gone. Could a girl take a man’s cock up her ass without it killing her?
CHAPTER 10
Bound for Bed
The house was modern, gleaming stainless steel and leather with large windows that opened up to the city. The living room was large, but he didn’t invite her to sit down.
“The bedroom is in there,” pointing to the hallway. He put his hand around her waist, but he didn’t need to coax her, Cherry walking alongside him as they went down the hallway. He turned on the light so she could see it all.
Her heart stopped beating as soon as she got to the door. The light bathed the room with its brightness, her eyes drawn to the large bed in the center of the room. It wasn’t the bed that scared her, but the two shiny metal rings secured with three bolts each into the wall, one on each side of the bed. Obviously, Louis had done this before, the rings permanent fixtures in his bedroom. “Do you tie up all the girls?”
“Only the ones that get wet from it, Cherry. Are you scared?”
“A little.” She was more than a little scared, but she dare not admit it.
“That’s good. It will add to your excitement. The unexpected is always more pleasurable. Once bound, you will have no choice in the matter.” His cock throbbed for release.
“I thought they had safe words to use.”
“Your only choice is at the beginning and once I am done with you. You may come back again or not, but until I am finished with you, your body is mine to do with as I please.”
She was getting more afraid, but also more excited. “Will you hurt me?”
“But of course, Cherry. You wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered seductively. Raising his tone, he startled her by saying, “Now, let us begin.”
She stood there with her hands at her side as he made short work of her dress. Since he already had her panties, she was naked in a split second except for her heels.
“Sit in the chair, and I will take off your heels, Cherry.”
She sat down, coyly closing her legs as Louis sat on a footstool in front of her. His large hand came down and grabbed her ankle, pulling her leg up until it was sitting on his lap. She still tried to keep her thighs together, but it was hard. His hand touched her leg, skillfully opening up the buckle on the heel and slipping it off. He pushed her leg to one side of his hip onto the footstool. She knew what he was doing when he picked up her other ankle. With one leg pushed to the side, her thighs parted as he pulled her other leg up onto his lap.
He took his time, his eyes drawn to her lovely blonde bush and pink pussy that was just beginning to blossom open for him. He took off the last heel, letting it drop to the floor, but his hand held her leg, rubbing it slow and sensuously. She had such silky skin, her head falling back, and she fell into the comfort of the chair. He pushed her other leg onto the footstool, against his other hip. Her legs now spread before him, his gaze drawi
ng up her thighs to worship her wet, pink pussy exposed to him.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair when he spread her other leg. She knew he could see all of her exposed, but this was the man that had his fingers in her pussy and up her ass not long ago. His eyes were now exploring where his fingers did before. She felt a shameful heat between her legs as she let the feelings of his hand caressing her legs envelop her body. His hands moved higher up her legs, feeling him shifting as they moved above her knees. She felt her pussy growing wetter when his hands slid to her hips, pulling her back toward him, Cherry slumping down in the chair. His hands pushed out her thighs, her legs spreading wider as he slowly and methodically crept up her inner thighs. “MMMM,” she couldn’t contain the moan when his fingers lightly touched her blonde pubic hairs, sending shivers of excitement into the follicles. She felt tugging, his fingers pulling gently on her hairs, a growing excitement in her body as he touched her so intimately.
He teased along her body, seeing her pussy glistening as she grew wetter. She was so beautiful, naked and spread before him, moaning softly from his touch. Yet, he stopped touching her, pulling his hands away. He waited until she finally opened her eyes, searching out an answer of why he was no longer touching her.
She felt deserted; his hands leaving as she still lay in his lap, her legs spread to the sides of his hips. She could feel him next to her, finally forced to open her eyes to see him staring at her. “Why did you stop? Don’t I please you?” She wanted his touch, to feel his fingers enter her again, exploring her body for his pleasure.
“It is time to go to bed.” He pushed her legs to the floor. “Let me help you.” He extended his hand until she took it. He walked her over to the bed. “Get in the center of the bed on your back, Cherry.”
