Dec. 2nd, 2012 at 4:03am
PAINFUL THREESOME
As I watched Sharron was working herself up to a frenzy. The client was prostrate over the whipping horse, arse in the air, arms and legs shackled to each one of the horses legs. He was totally immobile, the ball gag cinched tightly behind his neck, forcing his mouth into a stretched grimace. His rapid breathing hissed through the gag, punctuated every couple of seconds with a whistle as Sharron’s lash bit into his rear. I watched and admired her in action. She loved her work and always went at it with a vengeance. Her moves were almost balletic. She rose up on her toes and twisted almost a half-turn. Her right arm stretched high up above her head, her wrist flicking back, bringing with it the small whip. Just at the right moment, as the tip of the lash curled way back, she twisted. Her body and arm bringing all their muscular power to bear on powering the singing lashes tip down in a blur of speed. Once again it impacted onto his vulnerable ass-cheek, Making his rear leap and judder in spite of the restraints. Again and again she performed, until I could tell she was tiring. She was soaking in perspiration, her leather thong briefs slick from sweat running from her torso. Her magnificent breasts heaving with effort and those feisty nipples proudly erect from her exertions, as she continued with the punishment. A brief respite for her client as she stepped back from the little tableau of pain, and reached down for the short light tawse, scooping her long jet-black hair away from her face as she did so. Briskly moving back to the red striated arse, she proceeded to administer a severe beating, using the tawse as it should be used, a real pleasure to watch in the hands of an expert. Short rapid strokes, from thigh to waist, leaving no exposed area untouched by it’s maddening sting. Sharron had her second wind now, little beads of sweat were flying off her body as she jerked the tawse back and forth. How beautiful she looked! Tall, statuesque, with a fit toned body that oozed sexuality. I could see she was getting more and more turned on now. It often happened of course. I watched fascinated how she kept up the beating while slipping a hand up to her breast, the nipple getting tweaked and pulled, and swelling with the attention. Changing hands, so quickly the tawse hardly missed a beat and turning so that she was in full view of me, she grasped the front of her thong briefs and yanked them so hard her labia squeezed out of the sides. I could see them puffy and swollen, primed and ready for my eager tongue. I looked her straight in the eye, and met a gaze of sheer lust. Suddenly she stopped. The only sound was the ragged wheezing of her client, as he sought to draw enough air through the ball-gag’s constriction. I knew what was coming now! Sharron and I walked to the front of her customer, and as he watched I stripped off what little I had on. Tee-shirt first, then my lacy bra. It felt so good to let my tits free! The nips tautened and felt ready to burst! Shoes off and jeans too. I stood in front of Sharron just in the tiniest pink g-string imaginable. In fact I bought it that morning especially for her. I was quivering with anticipation. ‘On your knees, forehead on the ground!’ She commanded. I instantly complied. ‘I know what you want Beth, but first I want to warm you up!’ I heard her strut imperiously away on those impossibly high-heels, only to return moments later with the paddle. I was almost wetting myself! Slap! Slap! Slap! My ass-cheeks were ablaze! I let my finger trace down my body, slowly inserting it past the sopping wet thread of the g-string to feel the blessed relief of my swollen sex oozing copious quantities of liquid as I frigged myself wantonly. ‘Stop that right now!’ Sharron ordered, and enforced the command with a vicious paddle-slap. ‘You can only finger-fuck when I say so!’ She pulled me up by my long blonde hair until my face was level with that leather thong, Her meaty cunt-lips seemed to be consuming the crotch as they were bisected deeply by it. I was almost overcome by the heady smell of her cum-juice, as it oozed past her chubby purple gash and almost flooded down her inner thighs. Those high-heels helped her to stand right over my kneeling form and squat her gash right on my mouth. Eagerly I lapped and tongued, thwarted only by the thong blocking full entry. ‘Enough’ she cried and stepped away. I watched as she stripped the sodden briefs off, then turned and backed over my willing mouth again. This time her pouting pink ass settled on my lips as she eased her cheeks apart so that my nimble tongue could pleasure her most private haven. I was surrounded by the blackness of her bum-cheeks, but by her puckering anus and her long moans of pleasure, I knew I was pleasing her. I reached round to tease her clit, only to find her fingers already doing their work. Her whole body was taut as a bow now as her full weight bore down on my face and her ass alternately gapped and clenched at my flicking tongue. A long drawn-out shriek and she dropped to her knees gasping and shaking from a powerful orgasm. Minutes passed as she recovered. Finally she spoke the words I was waiting for. ‘Your turn now Beth!’ With that she walked over to the cupboard and pulled out my favourite strap-on. A long, thick vicious looking tool with an evil curve which hit the spot every time for me. ‘Ready my dear?’ She teased, strapping the monster tightly to her crotch. as I was almost speechless with delight, I couldn’t answer. ‘You know what to do, don’t you?’ I certainly did! On all fours I scuttled under the whipping horse. There dangling in front of me was her clients penis. It was dripping clear fluid and semi-stiff. Eagerly I gobbled his knob down, feeling it instantly stiffen and leak more fluid. I was gagging and choking as Sharron ripped my pretty pink thong asunde! An instant later I felt an urgent thrusting, Sharron was stuffing the strap-on deeply into my gash! I pushed back, hard, feeling it sink to the hilt with a long satisfying squelch, as my soaking quim gave up the unequal struggle. I pulled his cock from my mouth, so I could wank it hard and catch my breath. Sharron was up to speed at my rear now, pumping vigourously and pounding deeply. I felt a familiar glow deep in my belly, no time to waste! I thrashed the length of his knob, up and down at a blistering pace. His cock getting harder and swelling more and more, The helmet looking fit to burst. Spatterings of spunk started to erupt from the tip. Taking a deep breath I sunk it to the depths of my throat. Sharron must’ve sensed the urgency as I felt her finger jab into my ass! The glow spread through me like lightening, every nerve seemed to spasm as a blinding orgasm ripped through me. His cock erupted down my gullet, what felt like gallons of spunk jetted out making my come vividly intense. Finally, spluttering, gasping, nearly unconscious I started to recover. I felt Sharron withdraw the tool with a slurp, and pull me to my feet. ‘Beth that was wonderful, now would you like to show my client how you feel about swallowing his spunk?’ She handed me the tawse, I took it and stepped round to administer another beating to that beautifully flogged arse under Sharron’s strict tuition!
As I watched Sharron was working herself up to a frenzy. The client was prostrate over the whipping horse, arse in the air, arms and legs shackled to each one of the horses legs. He was totally immobile, the ball gag cinched tightly behind his neck, forcing his mouth into a stretched grimace. His rapid breathing hissed through the gag, punctuated every couple of seconds with a whistle as Sharron’s lash bit into his rear. I watched and admired her in action. She loved her work and always went at it with a vengeance. Her moves were almost balletic. She rose up on her toes and twisted almost a half-turn. Her right arm stretched high up above her head, her wrist flicking back, bringing with it the small whip. Just at the right moment, as the tip of the lash curled way back, she twisted. Her body and arm bringing all their muscular power to bear on powering the singing lashes tip down in a blur of speed. Once again it impacted onto his vulnerable ass-cheek, Making his rear leap and judder in spite of the restraints. Again and again she performed, until I could tell she was tiring. She was soaking in perspiration, her leather thong briefs slick from sweat running from her torso. Her magnificent breasts heaving with effort and those feisty nipples proudly erect from her exertions, as she continued with the punishment. A brief respite for her client as she stepped back from the little tableau of pain, and reached down for the short light tawse, scooping her long jet-black hair away from her face as she did so. Briskly moving back to the red striated arse, she proceeded to administer a severe beating, using the tawse as it should be used, a real pleasure to watch in the hands of an expert. Short rapid strokes, from thigh to waist, leaving no exposed area untouched by it’s maddening sting. Sharron had her second wind now, little beads of sweat were flying off her body as she jerked the tawse back and forth. How beautiful she looked! Tall, statuesque, with a fit toned body that oozed sexuality. I could see she was getting more and more turned on now. It often happened of course. I watched fascinated how she kept up the beating while slipping a hand up to her breast, the nipple getting tweaked and pulled, and swelling with the attention. Changing hands, so quickly the tawse hardly missed a beat and turning so that she was in full view of me, she grasped the front of her thong briefs and yanked them so hard her labia squeezed out of the sides. I could see them puffy and swollen, primed and ready for my eager tongue. I looked her straight in the eye, and met a gaze of sheer lust. Suddenly she stopped. The only sound was the ragged wheezing of her client, as he sought to draw enough air through the ball-gag’s constriction. I knew what was coming now! Sharron and I walked to the front of her customer, and as he watched I stripped off what little I had on. Tee-shirt first, then my lacy bra. It felt so good to let my tits free! The nips tautened and felt ready to burst! Shoes off and jeans too. I stood in front of Sharron just in the tiniest pink g-string imaginable. In fact I bought it that morning especially for her. I was quivering with anticipation. ‘On your knees, forehead on the ground!’ She commanded. I instantly complied. ‘I know what you want Beth, but first I want to warm you up!’ I heard her strut imperiously away on those impossibly high-heels, only to return moments later with the paddle. I was almost wetting myself! Slap! Slap! Slap! My ass-cheeks were ablaze! I let my finger trace down my body, slowly inserting it past the sopping wet thread of the g-string to feel the blessed relief of my swollen sex oozing copious quantities of liquid as I frigged myself wantonly. ‘Stop that right now!’ Sharron ordered, and enforced the command with a vicious paddle-slap. ‘You can only finger-fuck when I say so!’ She pulled me up by my long blonde hair until my face was level with that leather thong, Her meaty cunt-lips seemed to be consuming the crotch as they were bisected deeply by it. I was almost overcome by the heady smell of her cum-juice, as it oozed past her chubby purple gash and almost flooded down her inner thighs. Those high-heels helped her to stand right over my kneeling form and squat her gash right on my mouth. Eagerly I lapped and tongued, thwarted only by the thong blocking full entry. ‘Enough’ she cried and stepped away. I watched as she stripped the sodden briefs off, then turned and backed over my willing mouth again. This time her pouting pink ass settled on my lips as she eased her cheeks apart so that my nimble tongue could pleasure her most private haven. I was surrounded by the blackness of her bum-cheeks, but by her puckering anus and her long moans of pleasure, I knew I was pleasing her. I reached round to tease her clit, only to find her fingers already doing their work. Her whole body was taut as a bow now as her full weight bore down on my face and her ass alternately gapped and clenched at my flicking tongue. A long drawn-out shriek and she dropped to her knees gasping and shaking from a powerful orgasm. Minutes passed as she recovered. Finally she spoke the words I was waiting for. ‘Your turn now Beth!’ With that she walked over to the cupboard and pulled out my favourite strap-on. A long, thick vicious looking tool with an evil curve which hit the spot every time for me. ‘Ready my dear?’ She teased, strapping the monster tightly to her crotch. as I was almost speechless with delight, I couldn’t answer. ‘You know what to do, don’t you?’ I certainly did! On all fours I scuttled under the whipping horse. There dangling in front of me was her clients penis. It was dripping clear fluid and semi-stiff. Eagerly I gobbled his knob down, feeling it instantly stiffen and leak more fluid. I was gagging and choking as Sharron ripped my pretty pink thong asunde! An instant later I felt an urgent thrusting, Sharron was stuffing the strap-on deeply into my gash! I pushed back, hard, feeling it sink to the hilt with a long satisfying squelch, as my soaking quim gave up the unequal struggle. I pulled his cock from my mouth, so I could wank it hard and catch my breath. Sharron was up to speed at my rear now, pumping vigourously and pounding deeply. I felt a familiar glow deep in my belly, no time to waste! I thrashed the length of his knob, up and down at a blistering pace. His cock getting harder and swelling more and more, The helmet looking fit to burst. Spatterings of spunk started to erupt from the tip. Taking a deep breath I sunk it to the depths of my throat. Sharron must’ve sensed the urgency as I felt her finger jab into my ass! The glow spread through me like lightening, every nerve seemed to spasm as a blinding orgasm ripped through me. His cock erupted down my gullet, what felt like gallons of spunk jetted out making my come vividly intense. Finally, spluttering, gasping, nearly unconscious I started to recover. I felt Sharron withdraw the tool with a slurp, and pull me to my feet. ‘Beth that was wonderful, now would you like to show my client how you feel about swallowing his spunk?’ She handed me the tawse, I took it and stepped round to administer another beating to that beautifully flogged arse under Sharron’s strict tuition!
