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CHAPTER ONE
Tires Squealed as the red convertible zipped along a quiet stretch of Pacific Coast Highway.
Usually it was an area where people would drive slowly so they could enjoy the breathtaking beauty of the coastal road.
But Sonja Walker wasn't your typical driver, and a far from typical woman.
Long, blood red tipped fingers curled around the shift knob, slamming it from gear to gear.
Going just as fast as the humming sports car could move and still keep it's tires, or at least two of them, on the road.
Arms flexing as she held the steering wheel that was fighting her on the tight hair pin turns.
This is what she did to unwind, to recharge.
There was something about the feeling of absolute control that did it for her. Holding all that roaring power in her hands. Making the powerful car respond to her every command.
It was also a challenge to her strength and reflexes. So completely riveting that it took her mind away from all else.
Wiping it clean.
And what better place to do it.
Surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery in the world. The lush green of the Santa Monicia mountains on her right, and the sparkling blue Pacific to the left.
There was a light breeze blowing, but she'd never know from the way the wind was rushing past the fast moving, open car. Her foot pressing down to coax a bit more speed from the vehicle.
The sky was cloudless, and the Southern California sun was doing what it was famous for. Keeping everything warm and beautiful.
Too beautiful to be inside, she thought. But Sonja knew that there were other things she should be doing.
Things that were demanding her attention.
Her foot switched from accelerator to brake, suddenly slamming down hard. Her left arm jerked the steering wheel as the right down shifted.
The coordinated effort all but instantly stopping the little car.
Twisting it.
Sending it squealing across the double yellow line in the center of the road.
A horn blared from an on coming sedan. The car was baring down fast and about to broadside the red convertible.
Sonja's eye glanced up to see the sedan filling her rear view mirror. The honking horn growing louder.
The other driver was still reaching for his brake pedal and trying to jerk at his wheel to prevent hitting the little car.
Just as collision seemed to be an unavoidable certainty, Sonja crammed the car into gear, pushing the accelerator to the floor.
A cloud of smoke rose from the spinning tires as the bright red car shot away, leaving the other driver shaking his fist out the window.
"Later asshole!" Sonja laughed, watching her mirror. Seeing the sedan disappear into a dot behind her.
Speeding back toward her office. A smile on her full lips and the sun in her face.
She felt so incredibly good. The outcome of her last little escapade turning out just as she had planned it. As usual.
Her plans were always perfect.
Her thighs parted slightly, and she could feel the breeze work up under her skirt. The air turning cool as it hit her wet panties.
Anytime she was in such complete control like this her cunt got wet, and hot.
So damn horny!
Just one or two other things to come together and life would be perfect.
It only took her a few minutes at the rate she was driving, to get back to her office.
The building was a stunning study of polished steel and glass, with the penthouse floors belonging to her.
But the real estate firm that she owned did more than enough business to pay for it. Nearly enough to buy the building outright.
There was a way that Sonja could take the elevator to the floor just below, then go up a stairway that only she had access to, to reach her office. That way she could keep her comings and goings a secret.
Everything inside spoke of taste. Expensive taste.
Original paintings on the wall, and each piece of furniture was one of a kind.
Once inside, Sonja made for the huge oak desk, taking a seat behind it. The wall she faced was entirely glass, with a spectacular view of the beach.
Sonja gave a quick glance over everything on her desk to make sure that there wasn't something that required her instant attention.
Unfortunately there was.
There was a note from a person that was doing some work for her.
Sonja had a pet project that had been going on for several years, and it would have been completed if not for one piece of property. A piece of property that Sonja had been unable to buy, no matter what she offered.
So she had hired someone else to give it a try. She had been getting positive reports back from this agent, and was beginning to feel that the sale would actually go through fairly soon.
The note on her desk said otherwise.
"Damn incompetents!"
Sonja read the note again to make sure that she hadn't made a mistake and missed something. Then she reached for the speaker phone.
"Peggy! Get in here."
In seconds the large front door to the office opened. The girl that came in was quite prim and proper, looking very business like.
She was also very lovely.
Peggy Conners had worked for Sonja for two years now, and knew very well that the woman wasn't the kind of boss that you could keep waiting.
Pad and pen in hand, she awaited instruction.
"Get me the Wilson file," anger flowing from Sonja as she spoke.
The young secretary spun on her heel, surprisingly high for office wear, and disappeared. It didn't take the girl longer than a few minutes before she returned, file in hand.
Dropping the folder on Sonja's desk, the girl stood at attention.
"And get me the beach front plans," her boss snapped.
The girl went over to a fine piece of wooden furniture that looked to be anything but a file cabinet. Opening it, she hunted for the requested plans.
Sonja had just opened the file before her as the girl bent over. Peggy had kept her knees locked, bending at the waist.
The sight of that firm young butt was astonishing!
The conservative skirt hiked up several inches to give a hint at just how well shaped her legs were.
Her high heels giving an extra lift and definition to the strong muscles.
As Peggy searched, she shifted weight from foot to foot. Her round little ass rotating slightly. Those lush rear globes rubbing against each other in a most delightful way.
Sonja's tongue flicked out, licking her lips.
The fire that had raged in her cunt earlier was back, and something would have to be done about it.
Soon!
The girl found the set of plans, and busied herself setting them out, arranging them on Sonja's desk.
Her young body brushing up against that of her boss from time to time.
An arm here, a gentle curve of breast there.
Sonja watched the girl.
Looking at the silk blouse she wore. Noting the way the lovely material clung to Peggy's youthful frame.
And even though the blouse covered her completely, buttoning all the way up to the neck, it still hinted at the beauty jiggling beneath.
Finished, Peggy stood up. "Anything else?"
Sonja's gaze had returned to the open file in front of her.
"Yes. Open your blouse."
The girl's eyes widened, and she glanced over to the unlocked office door. "But ... Can't I...."
"You were teasing," Sonja looked up. "Weren't you:
"No! I ... Well it wasn't teasing. You said that you thought that I was...."
"To tight? Acting like a prude? Well it was true wasn't it?"
Peggy only nodded her head. Looking like a little girl being disciplined
"Well I can see that you're loosening up all right. Bouncing that little ass all over my office. Rubbing those tits over me, then acting as if nothing had happened. Do you think you can get away acting like that?"
The girl shook her head. "But can't it wait until later? After everyone has left?"
"No."
"Or maybe tonight? I could come over and...."
"NO!"
"At least let me lock the door so...."
"So that no one else will see your slutish body? Why should care about that?" Peggy winced.
Her boss's voice was getting louder by the second. If she didn't do something very soon, it would get to where the rest of the office out front would hear everything going on in here.
Swallowing hard, she knew she had no choice.
"SO DO IT!"
Her fingers reached for the buttons on the blouse.
Sonja couldn't wait any longer. She reached out and dragged the over next to her.
Yanking one side of the blouse over, opening it to expose the pink mist of a bra beneath, and the tender mounds of flesh it held.
Sonja pushed her fingers into the flimsy cup to dig out a handful of tit.
Peggy was softly moaning.
She was embarrassed to be standing like this in her boss's office, knowing that the door could open at any second.
But it wasn't the first time that this had happened.
The first time had been hell.
It had never occurred to Peggy before that another woman could want her sexually. She had only been working in the office for two weeks when Sonja asked her to stay late.
The door had no sooner closed behind the last leaving employee, until Sonja called Peggy into her office.
The girl was smiling, and worked up a great deal of energy to show that she was ready for anything that her boss might have planned for her.
She wasn't prepared to have Sonja order her to take off her clothes.
Peggy looked around very quickly as if expecting several of the office girls to step out, laughing at the joke.
"You're kidding. Right?"
"Not at all. I've had my eye on you, and think that you could do very well with the company. But,...."
Sonja's eyes narrowed, her voice growing colder.
"There are certain needs that you must attend to."
Peggy shivered with disgust. "I think there's been a terrible mistake. I could never do that."
"Then gather your things and get out."
"But ... isn't there some other way? I'll be quiet. Never say a word about it," her eyes pleading.
"As if I would care if people knew? No! There's no other way."
All the energy had drained from the girl, her shoulders slumped as she turned to head for the door.
"If you walk out on me, I'll see to it you never get a decent job in this town. You haven't been here long, but I think you've seen the type of contacts I have, and the amount of pull available to me."
"Please! Don't do that. It's just that I can't do what you want. It's too disgusting," the girl was trembling as she said it. Looking as if she were about to be sick to her stomach.
"You stupid slut! I don't care what you think."
Sonja stormed across the room, grabbing the whimpering girl by her blonde hair and throwing her to the floor.
Peggy was too shocked to move other than bringing her hands up to rub her sore scalp.
"I own you!" Sonja told the girl as she stepped over her. One gleaming high heel at each side of her face. "The sooner you learn that, the easier it will be for you."
Peggy couldn't help but look up. Staring up, under the woman's skirt.
Seeing where the long columns of her legs joined.
Seeing that she wasn't wearing panties.
And that Sonja's pussy was dripping wet!
"NO! You can't. I'll go to the police."
"And who will believe you? I'll tell them that you've been stealing money from the firm, and we'll see who gets in trouble first."
Peggy was afraid the woman was right. Who would take her word against that of such a rich and powerful person?
While she worried about it, Sonja knelt down....
Planting her spread pussy on the girl's mouth!
Using her legs to lock Peggy to the floor so she couldn't squirm away.
"Now get that tongue moving!"
Peggy had looked at the black bush as it came closer and closer to her lips. Her stomach knotted up, and she was sure that she was going to throw up a any second.
She pinched her mouth tight. There was no way she would ever do what this woman wanted of her.
Sonja took two handfuls of hair, and banged Peggy's head on the floor several times.
"Knock that shit off, or so help me...." Sonja never finished the threat. Something that almost scared Peggy more than if she had.
"Fine! Then we'll play the game your way." Sonja inched her body up slightly so that when she sat down again her pussy covered Peggy's mouth and nose.
"You'll get that tongue moving if you want to breathe again."
It took Peggy time to realize that she couldn't wiggle out from underneath the crazed woman. All the time spent trying was costing her precious air.
Her chest heaving, lungs burning for oxygen, she became frantic.
And Sonja only laughed as she continued to smoother the girl.
Peggy was getting dizzy and for the first time began to panic. What if the woman was crazy enough to let her die?
Suddenly all of her notions changed.
Eating pussy wouldn't be all that bad. Not if it meant that she would live.
Her mouth opened and her tongue slipped out. For the first time tasting another woman's juices.
"See, it wasn't that bad now, was it?" Sonja raised up, allowing the girl to gasp in a lung full of air.
Then she dropped down again!
"Now let's see what you can do with that little wiggler. Get it moving."
It was far too late for Peggy to stop now. Once she found that she wouldn't die just from the taste of female sex, it took a lot of the weight off.
She wasn't happy about the situation, but she dug her tongue in, just hoping to get the ordeal over with.
"That's better," Sonja said as she raised up to give the blonde more air.
"Now stick it all the way up inside. I want you to make me cum quick, or else it will be along time before you get air again."
The treat was more than enough.
Peggy's tongue slid as far as it could reach. Sonja's hot cunt walls clamping down, trying to grab at the searching wiggler.
"My clit. Suck my clit!" Her body was shaking, and Peggy guessed the woman to be close to cumming.
Pulling her tongue free of the clinging cunt walls, she began lapping away at the top of Sonja's slit. Trying blindly to find the woman's clit.
"Higher ... higher ... to the left and ... THERE! Right fuck'n there. Don't you dare move!" Sonja screamed lowering her body to grind her mound on the girl's mouth.
Smearing cunt cream all over Peggy face. Even getting in her blonde hair.
"That's it! Now suck you useless cunt. Suck!"
Peggy moved her tongue as fast as she could. Her entire mouth was sore from working so hard.
She found herself wishing that she wasn't so inexperienced, if only so that she could get it over with that much sooner.
"Yes! You beautiful cuntlicker! I'm ... CUM-MING!"
Peggy wasn't ready for the flow of cream that squirted out of the woman's cunt. Coming so fast that she almost thought she'd drown in it.
Sonja finally stood up, looking down at the beaten girl.
"So get out of those clothes. I want to see you, and then we can get down to some serious action."
Sonja forced Peggy to do things that night she had never dreamed of. She barely had the strength to crawl out of the building by herself just before dawn.
But she did. And she was back to start work the next day on time!
Just as if nothing had happened.
Over the next two years a strange bond had formed between the two women.
Sonja was always in charge, but now sweet, comely Peggy was all to willing to do whatever was required of her.
With her boss's attention being so centered on . this big project for the last week or so, Peggy was starting to feel a little ignored.
Yes, she guessed that she had been pushing it a bit today. Teasing maybe a little more than she should have, but damn it, she wanted to know where she stood.
Was it that Sonja was really busy, or did she have someone new and Peggy was on the way out?
Now she was getting her answer. Not the way she wanted it, but....
She stood next to her boss/lover, half naked from the waist up, knowing that the door could open at any moment.
But Sonja had pulled one breast out from her bra, and was lightly tickling the waiting nipple with a blood red finger nail.
Arousing it....
Stimulating it....
Until it was rock hard.
Begging for more!
Her dark haired boss leaned forward, taking the brown nub between her lips.
Sucking it until Peggy was gasping. The blonde slipped out of her blouse, dropping it to the floor.
"Get out of that thing," Sonja muttered, leaving Peggy to wriggle out of her bra while she chewed on the rubbery little bud.
Peggy was lovingly stroking the side of Sonja's face as the woman shifted over to the other breast, sucking on the fresh nipple.
"I've been waiting for this," the girl whispered. Her pleasure hissing from between her teeth.
Sonja's hands fell to cup that tight little rump. Squeezing tightly on the globes.
Noticing instantly that the girl wasn't wearing panties.
Just as she was trained!
So she'd be ready at a moments notice.
"Ahhh ... that's so good," Peggy muttered.
Until Sonja bit down.
Hard!
"Ooouucchh!"
"Come around here playing and teasing when I have work to do? You deserve that and much more!" the dark haired woman muttered. Her teeth still clenched on the flattened nipple.
Peggy somehow resisted her first impulse, which was to push Sonja away, to free her tit from those biting teeth.
She didn't wish to face the anger that would bring.
But it hurt so much.
And the way Sonja was grinding her teeth, Peggy was afraid the woman might bite her nipple completely off.
"Please, no! I'm sorry. I just hate it when you ignore me. I'll be good!" she promised.
Sonja pulled her head back, taking the captured nipple with it.
Stretching it out painfully....
White hot agony spreading throughout Peggy's chest.
Stabbing into her brain.
Pulling it further and further....
Then Sonja opened her mouth, letting the tortured tit snap back to the girl's chest.
"Damn right you'll be good!" Sonja glared. "But so long as you're here, might as well make yourself useful."
Peggy gave her boss an uncertain look. Her hand trying to rub some of the pain from her breast. Instead it looked as if she were playing with herself.
The thought fanned Sonja's cunt fire even hotter.
"Get your ass down there," Sonja pointed under her desk.
Peggy saw what her boss was thinking about, but it was so degrading. "But I have to get back to my desk. What if...." Sonja cut her off. "It sure didn't bother you when you thought you'd get something out of it."
The girl's cheeks flared red.
Sonja silently noted that it looked good on the blonde.
Seeing no way to argue her way out, Peggy got down on her hands and knees, and crawled under her boss's desk. Pressing herself all the way back just before Sonja moved her chair up.
Cramped under there, Peggy watched as Sonja's legs spread. Making room to accommodate the girl's head.
Peggy knew what was expected of her. It was hard to find a comfortable position, but then her comfort wasn't what the boss had in mind. Peggy leaned forward. Her hands gently sliding Sonja's skirt up, with her kissing lips not far behind.
She had time to spend lavishing kisses on the creamy flesh just above the tops of the black nylons, as she waited for her boss to wiggle her ass back and forth to work the skirt up high enough to give access to her crotch.
Peggy could already see the big wet spot where the woman's excitement had soaked her panties.
She was still kissing those upper thighs as her fingers reached up to grab the elastic band of the panties.
"Not yet," Sonja told her. "Suck me through my panties first. Suck all my juices out." Peggy squinted her eyes.
Sonja loved to humiliate her with things like that. It wasn't enough that she was willing to do whatever she was told. No, Sonja had to put obstacles in the way.
Finding new ways to make her grovel.
A sharp heel kicked the girl in the side. "Do it!"
So Peggy glued her mouth to the soft material, sucking it dry.
Or trying to.
The steady flow of cream coming down from Sonja's cunt was soaking it faster than Peggy could ever hope to suck, but what else could she do?
Just as she had gotten wet from driving her car like a maniac, controlling this girl made Sonja so hot she wanted to scream.
But the best part was, she could afford not to be in a hurry. The longer the girl sucked, the bigger and better her orgasms would get.
And she had hours if needed.
So she opened the file on her desk once more, and started to read.
There had to be something there that she had overlooked. Some trick of the trade that had escaped her.
She needed to get hold of that property.
Buying the parcel outright had failed. Several times. Then Sonja had tried getting the business license revoked.
When that didn't work, she tried getting the place re-zoned. She even tried to chase any customers away by arranging for roadwork directly in front of the place that went on for weeks, tearing up the sidewalk so people could get in if they wanted.
Still the owner wouldn't sell.
Now Sonja was running out of ways to get it.
Legal ways that was.
What if....
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Peggy jolted under the desk, starting to pull away until Sonja clamped her thighs tightly together to hold the girl where she was.
"Keep that tongue working, or I'll drag your naked ass through the office, and throw it out on the street for everyone to see," Sonja said harshly in a low voice.
The door opened, and a young secretary poked her head in.
"I'm sorry Miss Walker. Mr. Zackery called. I don't know where Peggy went, and I didn't know what to tell him."
"Don't waste time with him. He knows what the deal is. If he wants in on it, he'll come up with the money. Otherwise, screw him."
The girl nodded her head, not quite knowing what she was agreeing with, but if it was what the boss wanted, then....
She was about to disappear again when Sonja stopped her.
"Oh Amy. I can't seem to find part of this file. Could you step over and help me look for it?"
"Certainly," the girl said all too happily. Peggy froze!
She knew that the file was complete. Sonja was doing this on purpose.
As soon as Amy got to the other side of the desk she'd be sure to see Peggy's blouse and bra on the floor. Certainly she'd wonder what that was all about.
Surely she'd wonder were Peggy was, knowing that her sister secretary couldn't go far topless. Peggy squirmed around. She wanted to pull further back. As it was it would be very easy for Amy to see the top of her blonde head, nestled there between Sonja's thighs.
But as she started to pull away, Sonja slipped a hand down, catching Peggy's skull in a vise tight grip-Keeping it jammed at the junction of her legs. Putting the blonde on the verge of panic as she heard the approaching footsteps. Already dying from embarrassment. "Oh how silly. Never mind dear, it was right here in front of me."
"No problem. Just call if I can help with anything," the girl said cheerfully before turning to leave.
Peggy gave a sigh of relief.
She could tell from the direction the voice came from that the girl had only been one, possibly two steps away from discovering her.
Sonja's eyes followed as Amy retreated to her office. Watching the bounce of that firm tush. Wondering how she'd look nude.
Maybe she'd take up the girl's offer and give her a call.
But first there was Peggy.
Feeling the girl's panic had been a powerful aphrodisiac.
No longer could she wait to feel that tongue. "Fight against me will you?" Sonja wrapped her fingers in the blonde hair at the back of Peggy's head, and yanked.
Slamming her head up against the hard wood of the desk.
"If I want to walk you naked down Main street, you'll do it, understand?"
"Yes," the girl cried. Huge tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Good! Now get to work!" She jammed Peggy's face into her cunt, mashing it into the wet panties.
She let the blonde loose. "Get those wet things off, then get me off. And fast if you know what's good for you."
Peggy was already tugging at the panties. Her face stuck into the naked cunt long before she finished pulling the undergarment off.
Drilling her tongue straight up Sonja's tight fuck tunnel.
Poking it in and out, using her tongue to fuck her boss with.
Sonja had made it very clear that she was no longer in the mood for messing around. She wanted action.
The blonde reached up from under the desk to take hold of her boss's tits. Rubbing them through the expensive blouse she wore.
Lovingly playing with the already hard nipples.
Getting so caught up in the sex heat, that Peggy had to get herself off somehow.
The afternoon had been too much for her. The pleasure, the pain.
Sonja testing her nerves until she was ready to snap.
She had to find some relief or go crazy!
Her insides boiling from the pressure.
Curling a leg under her, Peggy managed to get one foot to were she could rub the end of her high heel on her cunt crack.
Dropping her tongue out of Sonja's hot fuck pit, Peggy centered it on the woman's clit.
"Do it! Eat my fucking cunt," Sonja cried.
Peggy worked faster, feeling the woman was close.
Sucking for all she was worth.
Tweaking hard nipples.
THE END of her heel slipped into her sopping pussy....
Leaning her weight back to push as much of the five inch spike in her fuck tunnel as she could jam.
Her body turning into jelly as it rocked with a series of climaxes.
Matched by those of Sonja.
The dark haired bitch gushed her spend into Peggy's face.
By time she had finished cumming, the girl's face and neck were covered with Sonja's oozing fuck slime.
CHAPTER TWO
Dawn Wilson Couldn't believe her good luck.
How else could you look at it? Strolling along the beach on such a perfect day made you feel great to be alive.
The warm sand shifted under her feet as she made her way back up toward the boulevard.
Things had been going slowly at the store, as they usually did about this time of day mid-week.
So rather than sit around looking at the walls, she got Jeff to watch over things for awhile.
Not too hard a task seeing as Jeff shared half of the store space with her. His side sold surf boards and related equipment, and hers handled fashion swimwear.
So with Jeff riding shotgun, Dawn had walked the beach, one of her favorite past-times. She felt so good that she even allowed herself to be pulled into a quick game of volley ball with some friends.
But that sense of duty was calling, and reluctantly she had headed back.
The shop was on the boulevard, on the same side as the beach. It was early still in the season, but soon there would be a good deal of foot traffic in the area.
Summer was really when she did most of her business. Not that she had to worry much about it. Her dad had left the place to her. It was all paid for, along with a generous inheritance from her parents.
One more thing that made her feel lucky to be alive.
After all, how many people are in the position to just do whatever they feel like? When they feel like it.
She knocked the last of the sand off her legs and feet, and walked in.
"Hurray! I can call off the search teams."
Dawn made like she was looking for something to throw. "Didn't know I was on a time clock," she said smiling.
"Should be," said Jeff Sterling. "Leaving me here to do all the work."
One look was all it took to tell what Jeff was. A California surfer.
Tall, broad shouldered, with a rich tan that made his blonde hair appear that much lighter in color.
And those boyish good looks. How many hearts had she seen him break with only his looks and charm?
How many girls came to the beach would be an easier question.
"Oh? I can just bet you had to work your fingers to the bone."
"I did. I did," he quickly nodded.
"And what? Maybe sold some board wax?"
"You might want to check your book first."
Dawn cast him a doubtful look, but headed over to her sales book anyway.
Her eyebrows rose when she saw the entry.
"Big sale of the week," he said with mock pride, polishing his nails on his naked chest.
"Two of them?"
"What can I say? Two women come in and they seem to have their minds already made up."
"Maybe you're working the wrong side of the store," Dawn joked.
"Why is it that the smallest suit you have goes for the biggest price tag?"
"It's the quality, not the quantity," she said making a face.
"Well, all I know is that you owe me."
"Owe you?" she asked pointing her finger at him. "Whatever for?"
Jeff moved over closer, resting his large hands on her slim waist.
"Stress." As if that explained it all.
Dawn narrowed her eyes, nearly letting them ask the question. "What stress?"
"It was really tough. You wouldn't believe what they put me through."
"Yes?" still waiting for Jeff to get around to it.
His fingers had strayed from her hips, lightly running up and down her sides in a gentle caress.
"Not many men could have done it," he said proudly.
"What!"
He had pulled her closer still, almost into a full, loving hug.
"Having to help them adjust the suits. Tying those strings....
His hands moved just under her arms, plucking at the strings holding her halter in place. "Making sure the cups fit right...." Sliding back to cradle her breasts in his palms. "Wouldn't want one to accidently fall off."
Jeff gradually worked the cups up to bare her firm chest.
"Oh, no. Not that," Dawn said in mock horror.
"Oh yes!" Jeff smiled, then he bent to kiss her.
His tongue pushed it's way into her mouth, running over her teeth, exploring every corner.
As his. hands closed over her breasts Dawn melted into his strong arms.
For the most part they lived separate lives, saw other people. Acting more like brother and sister.
But every once and awhile something happened.
There was no way they could deny the attraction each felt for the other, and there came times that the chemistry got the better of them.
Dawn's breath was coming hard and fast.
She loved the way his hands caressed her breasts. The strength in his large body made her feel like a little girl.
The swelling thickness in his cut offs made her glad she was a woman.
Planting her hands on his muscle shirt, she pushed.
"Whoa big fella. At least you could lock the door."
"Mine is. What are you waiting for?"
The store had two front doors. One on each side of the place, with only a rope running across to give the idea of "Do Not Enter" in case one of the shops was closed.
Dawn flashed Jeff a big smile.
"Be right back."
Not wasting time to tuck her breasts away, she turned and ran for the front door of her end of the shop.
Jeff loved the sight of her running body. Those cute little buns jiggled so nicely under her shorts. And the bouncing of those tits. Spectacular!
One twist of the wrist locked the door, but when she turned back around she froze for a moment.
In the short amount of time it had taken her to cross the room, Jeff had gotten rid of his clothes and was standing before her nude.
It made him feel great to see the look of admiration on her face. That growing sense of hunger glowing in her eyes.
"I guess you don't want to waste any time then," she said.
As she walked back she pulled the halter the rest of the way off. Snagging her fingers at the waistband, she even managed to wriggle out of her shorts and bikini as she moved closer to the big, blonde surfer.
Jeff's square jaw drooped slightly as she peeled out of her clothes.
She was simply incredible!
The sea breeze naturally teased out her shockingly bright red hair. Standing at five ten, her body was perfectly proportioned.
A peculiar thing about her was that most people with red hair also have very fair skin. Not so with Dawn. She had a rich, faultless tan.
And from his vantage point, Jeff noticed that it was an all over tan.
As she got closer, Dawn put an extra bit of sexy sway to her hips.
"Now you were saying something about me owing you?"
Striking her feet harder on the floor, Dawn caused her breasts to bounce and jump. Giving Jeff quite a show. One that his cock saluted. His erection pumping to new, stupendous lengths.
Just as Jeff reached out to grab her, Dawn ducked, dropping to her knees.
Putting her eye to eye with his wonderful cock.
"Uh uh. I have to reward you, remember?" she smiled and winked at him.
"Oh yeah," he grunted as her warm fingers wrapped around his shaft. "Reward me good!"
As she used both hands to stroke his tool, Dawn could feel the thick, blue veins that circled his cock throbbing.
Surging as new blood was pumped down there. Causing his cock to swell even larger! Still stroking, she rubbed the cock-tip on her cheeks.
It felt almost hot, but was so silky smooth. Just like baby skin.
And oh, but how she wanted that baby.
"Jesus, what are you doing down there?" The teasing was already getting to Jeff.
"Nothing. Yet," she purred.
Dawn opened her lips just enough to let her tongue dart out. Letting it take just a little taste.
She could tell that he had been out surfing earlier. He had the taste of the ocean on him. That along with his own sweat and man taste were a mixture that Dawn found very exciting.
It was also a taste that required more than just one sampling.
This time she started at the base of his manhood and slowly licked her way back up to the rubbery tip. All in one slow stroke.
"That's so good! You know you made me crazy with that."
Dawn smiled.
Of course she knew that. It was why she loved to do it.
What woman doesn't love to watch a man as she makes him squirm?
To see how hard she can make him.
To tease her man until she finds herself being slammed down and fucked hard.
Oh, there was no doubt that Jeff could do a number on her right now. But Dawn was sure that she could spur him on to greater heights.
To turn this into something really special.
Along with the fact that she truly loved having his cock in her mouth.
Savoring it's thickness. Feeling him twitch as she mouthed him.
Her fingers tightened on the base of his gorgeous organ, holding it an angle that allowed her to take long, slow licks from every angle.
"Come on, come on! Put it in your mouth. I've gotta feel it in there!"
But instead she backed off.
Her fingers keeping his meat rock hard as she rubbed the wet cock on her cheek.
Playfully she looked up at Jeff.
"You want your reward to last don't you?"
The corner of her moist mouth stretched out to kiss his cock-tip as she waited for his answer.
The shaft's saliva coating smearing all over the side of her face.
"Yes! I mean no. I don't care ... just suck it!"
Looking at his glistening cock sliding along her face with her kissing it, was driving him nuts!
She had to be the most sexsational woman in the world.
Those normally cute, delicate features were now so erotic.
Looking up at him like an experienced whore.
God, but he wanted to fuck her!
"You mean like this?" she captured the crown of his prick with her lips, bringing them together tight just under the ridge.
Circling the all so sensitive tip with her tongue.
Over and around like a dog chasing it's tail.
Then Dawn dipped her head, taking nearly the entire length in her mouth.
"God that's beautiful!"
Dawn would have agreed if her mouth hadn't of been full, but she figured that her bobbing head would be agreement enough.
As she worked the cock, giving her throat a chance to get used to it's size, Dawn let one set of fingers slide down from Jeff's stalk to fondle his balls.
Rolling them in her palm....
Gently stretching his nut sack.
Opening her lips, she dribbled saliva. As it oozed along Jeff's shaft it also coated his balls and her hand.
Making them slippery.
"Take it ... swallow it down ... you can do it," Jeff eagerly coaxed.
Yes she could. Dawn could feel her throat muscles giving way, loosening themselves....
Ready to accept....
Her sinking her head all the way down. Burying her nose in his curly blonde hair. Taking the cock deep into her throat and holding it there until she had to come up for air. "So tight ... so unfucking-believiably tight!"
I'll show you tight, Dawn thought as she moved a slickened finger up between Jeff s buns.
Finding it so firm and warm up there.
Moving, searching until she found the pucker of his asshole.
Pushing at the tense, brown ring.
"What? What are ... you doing?" he asked, somewhat shocked by her move.
But Dawn started moving her head up and down. The intense pleasure was quick to silence Jeff.
Dawn worked it in tantalizingly long strokes.
Nearly letting his cock pop out from between her lips before plummeting back down again, swallowing him whole.
The entire time her finger poked at his anus.
For the briefest of instants the tight ring relaxed, and the slim female digit wormed it's way in.
"Oh God! What are you doing to me?"
Jeff's hand reached to pet at Dawn's long red hair, but her sucking in combination with her finger fucking his ass, soon had his hands closing down on her head.
Trying to steady it as he strove to drive his aching cock deep down the hot throat.
The exploring finger found it's way to the pea sized gland behind his balls. As Dawn flicked her finger over Jeff's prostate, Jeff all but jumped from the sudden sensation.
His cock twitching in her mouth.
"Ah ... fuck! You're gonna make me cum doing that," he cried. As if I didn't know already, she thought. Dawn continued to massage the little gland ... Tightening her lips on his shaft ... Picking up the tempo ... Her flaming hair flying wildly as she sucked. "Do it honey. It's right there. Just a little more...." Yes. She wanted it too.
She had already had a small sample as a few drops leaked out the end of his magnificent cock.
But a taste wasn't enough.
Not by a long shot. And that's just what she wanted from him right now.
A good long, heavy shot of his cream.
"Here it is. I ... I'm...."
Dawn pulled her head back. Just keeping the very tip of Jeff's fuck meat between her lips as her hand pumped hard and fast.
Hoping he was watching....
She pulled her head even further back so he would be able to see his spunk flying into her mouth.
Watching as she tried to catch every drop with her tongue....
Gulping....
Swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of his tasty jizz.
Draining Jeff dry, then licking at his cock-tip to make sure she didn't miss anything.
Even as she cleaned his cock, Jeff hooked his hands under the girl's arms, and lifted.
Hardly showing any sign of effort as he bodily picked Dawn up.
Bringing her to where he could glue his mouth to hers.
It was a crazy feeling for Dawn to be suspended like that as Jeff's tongue took over her own. Not caring about finding left over spunk still there. As if he were sharing it with her.
As he kissed Dawn Jeff took three steps forward. Breaking mouth contact as he gently placed her cute rump down on the top of the register counter.
He took one more step forward as her thighs automatically fell open.
Waiting for him....
Beckoning him.
Even her glorious sucking couldn't deflate Jeff's raging cock.
Still hard and more than ready, he was now close enough to nudge his cock-tip at her moist slit.
Causing Dawn to moan, shifting her hips to the best angle for penetration.
"Time for your reward you sexy little tease."
Sucking on his tool had been more than enough to get Dawn's pussy flowing. She had been hoping that he would still have the strength to take her.
Wanting to feel the power of his rod inside her.
Needing to....
"Oh yes!" she gasped as Jeff entered her wetness.
He was taking care to be gentle.
Feeding her his meat slowly, inch by inch, with slow and easy moves. Letting her pussy grow accustomed to his size as the thick head spread her slick, pink walls apart.
But now that she had his cock, Dawn no longer wanted gentle.
She wanted to be taken.
She wanted this magnificent man to fuck her.
Hard!
"Come on! Show me how much you liked me sucking on you," she said. Her green eyes flashing, asking him to hurry.
"I think I already proved how much I liked it. In fact you still have a drop of my proof sitting on the corner of your mouth."
A pink tongue snaked out to lap up the white droplet of cum, then licked it all around her red lips.
"It's true, the proof is in the pudding. Or, better yet, in the spunking," she giggled.
Dawn circled her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together.
Pulling Jeff closer to her....
Forcing more of his bone down her steaming pussy.
"Oooh, that's so good," she told him. "More to come, babe," Jeff promised. She certainly hoped so.
She trembled as his hands slid down her sides and over her firm flanks.
Taking hold of the flesh of her ass.
Fingertips digging in, holding tight as he started jabbing his cock at her cunt.
"That's what I want," she told him. Tits bouncing as her cunt took the quick, short strokes.
"Go ahead and fuck me. Power that cock of yours into me."
"Least I can do after that blow job. It was fucking great. You've never do it like that before."
"You make sound like we do this all the time," she laughed.
"Maybe we should. I didn't know what I was missing out on. Where did you learn that?"
"That little trick?" she gave Jeff an innocent smile. "Just something I read somewhere." That devilish look crept back into her her face, and she shimmied her shoulders to make her breasts jump and sway.
"Well don't stop reading. Keep it up, I'll buy you a stack, a subscription or whatever the hell it is."
Dawn had started to giggle just as Jeff ducked his head down, taking a sweet nipple between his lips.
She instantly cradled his head in her arm, pushing his face into the mound of her breast.
"Ahhh ... don't stop."
Something Jeff had no intention of doing.
He loved feeling her nipples coming alive in his mouth. The way they stiffened and became erect.
Swelling under the tender biting of his teeth....
The gentle swobbing of his tongue.
Jeff could feel the girl's breathing getting faster and faster with his head pressed against her chest.
Dawn moved the loving mouth over when her nipple began to get a little sore. Loving the explosion of pleasant sensations as Jeff started on it's mate.
The muscular surfer had been using his grip on Dawn's ass to steady her as he jabbed his cock in and out. Now he slipped on hand around to hold her right where her bottom cheeks joined together. Giving him excellent control over her hips.
Freeing his other hand at the same time to come up and fondle the tit he wasn't sucking on.
And judging from the mewing noises escaping from the girl, he must be doing something right.
It sure as hell was doing something to him!
Jeff could feel his cock growing heavy. His balls filling with nut oil again.
A tribute to how tight the girl was.
Her pussy was a work of art.
The way it clamped down on his rod was nearly enough to cause him to cum, then she added to it by locking those beautiful legs around him.
Using them to ride his tool....
Fucking back at him....
Edging him on to fuck at her harder.
She switched nipples again, his hand moving to take the place vacated by his wet mouth.
Slender fingers stroking at his head.
Dawn was kissing at the side of his face, nibbling at his ear.
"I know you want it, so show me. Don't hold back. Ram me with that cock!"
Even whispered her voice sounded deep and throaty.
A challenging come-on, or a plea?
It didn't make a difference, the tongue playing in his ear drove him nuts.
The muscles in Jeff's left arm flexed as he used it to pull the girl at him as his cock hammered forward.
"Yes! Like that. Fuck me like you mean it," then she went back to tonguing his neck. Licking up his sweaty man taste.
Cupping the tit he had been fondling, Jeff pulled it over toward his mouth. Holding it's fullness so he could get at both nipples at once.
Slurping loudly as he tried to suck them both.
"Oh ... Oh yes! Suck them." Dawn was almost pounding on the top of his head with her fists because it felt so good....
Wanting more of it.
Wishing it could go on forever.
Knowing from the wet, squishy feeling inside her that it wouldn't be much longer before she'd cum.
He was turning her into jello. Right there, trembling in his hands. Twitching on his cock.
That stunning, slamming cock hammering away at her.
Jeff's lips closed on the twin chest nuggets. Chewing on the nipples with his teeth as the girl howled.
"Fuck me you stud! Bite my tits. Do it harder!" Jeff dropped his free hand down to the curly red hair at the dripping junction of her legs. Feeling around blindly....
Pulling apart the fragile folds of heated cunt flesh....
Searching until....
He centered on her clit!
Rubbing it.
"Yes! Fuck yes, play with it! You've got me cum-ming."
His hips rocketed his cock into her now, seeming to drill even deeper now as her insides twisted and convulsed.
But Dawn knew that she could still get more.
Somehow she reached down, holding onto the edge of the counter. Leaning back against it to give her leverage to fuck her hips back at him.
Screwing the stud like a wild woman.
White teeth chomped down on rubbery flesh.
Hurting, but feel so wonderful at the same time.
Sending a flood of conflicting signals to her climax confused brain.
The finger working on her clit kept her tumbling through a long series of orgasms.
Each one delightful, and building.
Getting gradually bigger....
More intensely throbbing.
Driving her until she wasn't aware of anything other than the thrusting cock that was about to....
"Well you just keep cumming, cause I feel every one of them as your cunt grabs at me," Jeff muttered around the twin nubs he refused to release.
Somehow the idea of his sharing the feeling of her cums excited Dawn more than ever.
"Your pussy clamps down and milks me."
"Yes. Because I want your...."
Jeff slammed his meat spike at her. Poking at her womb.
"Spunk? Well you're gonna...."
Fucking her so hard that he was lifting her ass off the counter with each driving thrust. "Get ... a lot of ... it."
Rotating her clit. Rubbing it until his fingers were only a blur.
Then grabbing the little pearl and squeezing it hard.
"Right now!"
Dawn was screaming as her body was squirting her joy juices.
Not as much as Jeff was pumping into her though.
A flood of thick, white goo that they would later laugh about as it dribbled out of her well fucked pussy.
Exhausted, Jeff wrapped his arms around Dawn, kissing her softly.
CHAPTER THREE
Sonja felt slightly uncomfortable as she parked her little red sports car. Surrounding it on all sides were Harleys.
Big, powerful motorcycles.
There was no doubt at all that this place was a biker bar.
Surprisingly it was only two blocks away from the bikini shop that Dawn owned. The place already fit into Sonja's master plan, now she was going to make it work for her in other ways.
Sonja knew of the place's existence because of her master plan, but had only recently learned of it's reputation.
She looked up at the sign over the door and forced down a laugh.
"THE CRACK"
It made her wonder how many of the motorists driving by knew what the place was, or did they just take it to be another hole in the wall? Shrugging, Sonja got out of the little car and headed for the door.
Inside was just what one would expect of a biker bar.
Dark and murky.
It seemed that most of the light in the place was provided by the collection of neon beer signs that seemed to take up most of the. wall space.
An over loud jukebox was playing some hard driving southern Rock 'N Roll. Somehow the sounds of pool balls clacking together carried very well, even above the thumping bass beat of the jukebox.
That and the hooting and hollering directed at the topless girls table dancing. Sonja noticed that some of them were even attractive.
Yes everything that one would picture a biker bar to be.
Except for one thing.
Everyone in the place was female.
It was a Dyke bar!
And without going in, the only reference anyone would have was the name of the joint on the sign.
Sonja went to the bar and waited for the bartender to come over. Like all the patrons, 'the bartender was a woman. One that looked like she could handle just about any situation that might come up in a place like this.
"Is Liz around?" Sonja asked.
" 'Liz the Lezz' ? Yeah. Go around the corner. You'll see a room." Figuring she wasn't making a sale here, the bartender was already heading to the other end of the bar before she had finished with her directions.
As Sonja made her way through the rangy bar, she felt hot eyes sizing her up. Unconsciously her arms came up protectively to cover her chest for just a moment, until she regained control over herself.
She was sure that she had heard a few mutterings about the "new meat" as she passed through the crowd.
Once she turned the corner it was easy to tell where it was she was going. Only a couple of tables were in the room, and there was one woman who was obviously holding court over the three other females sitting there.
At almost the exact second Sonja entered the room, Liz turned and locked stares with her.
That stare continued, like an unspoken challenge, as Sonja walked over to the woman's table.
Even without her standing up, Sonja could tell that Liz was a very large woman. Sonja figured her to be a little over six foot in height, and didn't want to guess at the weight.
That wasn't to say that Liz was fat. She was actually incredibly well proportioned, and were she to ever smile, she could even be considered quite attractive.
Smiling wasn't high on her list of things to do. Liz extended a hand for Sonja to shake. A squeezing, firm grip. "You the business bitch?"
Sonja still held the stare, her eyes narrowing slightly with anger.
"Yes. And I take it that you're the cycle slut."
Liz let out a rare roar of laughter, "You're O.K." She nodded toward a chair at the table, "Have a seat."
The other three "ladies" got up from their chairs, but they didn't go far. Leaning against the wall, staying close in case they were called upon.
"Quite a little place here," Sonja started.
"Ha! It's a dive, pure and simple. But hell, it gives the girls someplace to be. And somehow I don't think that you're really all that concerned about our welfare."
"Oh but I am. This could be very profitable for you."
"Cut the crap. What do you want."
As Liz shifted in her chair, her large breasts moved under the thin tank top.
Rolling in a most alluring way.
Friction with the material, or the excitement of the pending deal was enough to cause the silver dollar sized nipples to stiffen up slightly.
Enough to grab Sonja's attention.
Making her think that the bar had some obvious points of interest. And it might not be a bad idea for her to come visit sometime.
Pulling her eyes away from those fabulous nips, Sonja reached into her large purse, and pulled out an envelope.
"I think this should do as starters," she said, sliding the envelope across the table.
Liz tapped a thoughtful finger on the yellow paper. She turned to one of her lieutenants, "Get me a drink."
Then as an afterthought, she looked at Sonja. "You want something?" It felt like another test.
"Sure, why not?" Sonja didn't even look at the waiting woman, she just flatly said, "Bourbon, straight. And a beer."
The biker was used to a commanding tone, but only coming from Liz. This didn't sit well, but she took it. This time.
Liz nodded. "You didn't look like the white wine type to me."
She then motioned for one of her other aids. "Getting pretty drab back here. Find us something to liven things up."
The woman was already on her way, obviously not the first time she'd done this.
Sonja gave a look to the envelope that Liz's fingers were tapping on.
"Is there a problem, or do you not open things until Christmas?"
"Let's just say that I'm still trying to get a read on you. All the moves are right, but you're just too smooth."
"And?"
"Just say I'm not the most trusting of souls."
"Listen, if I'm wasting your time just say so and I'm out the door."
"Like I said, you're too smooth. Usually the only time we get "pretty girls" like you in here, it's trouble."
"Like?"
"Like someone wanting to serve papers on me or one of the girls, and they figure that it will go easier if they send a pretty face."
Sonja smiled. "Is that what I am? A pretty face."
She could feel the woman's eyes roaming over her as well as if it had been her hands.
"That and more. O.K. you're too smart to just be a delivery person about to make a mistake."
"So then what's in that envelope can't harm you. Believe me, I think you'll find it interesting."
Liz was about to pick up the envelope when her two errand runners returned.
The first put two frosty bottles of beer and an empty shot glass in front of both women, then placed an unopened bottle of bourbon in the middle of the table.
The other aid had brought some entertainment.
One of the topless dancers.
As Liz filled the shot glasses, Sonja looked at the dancer. A small strawberry blonde that looked like she should be trying out for the local junior high school cheerleading squad, rather than dancing for tips.
She also didn't look too happy about doing this private show.
Before the petite girl could complain, she was picked up by the woman who had brought her over, lifted, and placed on the table.
"Hey! How am I gonna make any tips?" she whined.
"Just shut the fuck up and dance," Liz snarled. "Yeah, but it's my turn out front and...." Sonja never saw the woman's hand move, but she heard the crack as Liz smacked the girl on the rump. A large red handprint showing the exact spot that was hit.
"Yeeoowww! Christ! You didn't have to do...."
SMACK!
A second handprint appeared on the opposite side of the pretty little rump, leaving the girl jumping up and down, trying to rub out the soreness.
"O.K. O.K. You win," the wounded nymph said quickly, but there wasn't much in the way of dancing going on yet.
"And let's see some boobies," Liz snarled.
This time the girl didn't hesitate. Her hand came right up to pull off her little top.
Like the rest of her, the tits were small, hardly more than handfuls, but they bounced rather nicely and the girl knew how to use them to the best advantage.
Sonja felt embarrassed when she realized how much she had been staring at the sweet young thing.
Liz only chuckled. "Only the best around here. Almost makes you wish you had a cock that you could fuck her with eh?"
Sonja raised her shot glass, downing it in one swallow, then followed with a swig of beer.
"Almost. About the envelope."
Liz downed her drink, polished off her beer, and poured them each another round, laughing the whole time.
"Alright, I'm game." Her eyes grew serious, and narrowed. "But I warn you, this better be on the level."
"It is."
While Liz opened the heavy envelope, Sonja worked on her second beer and watched the dancing girl.
The blonde was really getting into it now, but because of the serious conversation going on at her feet she was playing more to the women standing around the wall.
It was easy to tell that they were enjoying the girl's bumps and grinds. Lust was written all over them.
Liz was busy staring at a stack of money, a couple of typewritten pages, and a photograph.
"So you want this chick scared a bit?" Liz asked.
"Maybe more than just a little," Sonja knocked back the second bourbon. The alcohol was hitting home now and she was finding the dancer to be more and more interesting.
"Well what makes you think that we'd be...."
"Willing to strong arm someone?" Sonja interrupted. "Let's just say that I heard some rumors. Of course if that isn't enough money, or if you don't want it...."
"Hell yes, it's enough." Liz studied Sonja's face for a moment. "What did this," she glanced at the typed pages again, "Dawn Wilson do to you anyway?"
"I'd rather not say. But it's along the lines of her keeping me from something I want."
Liz riffled through the stack of money. "You must want it pretty bad."
"Enough. But I only want her scared off. Nothing drastic. Yet."
The big biker tossed the money to one of her girls. "Well, you just let us know where the line is. We're ready to rock."
She noticed the way Sonja was watching the dancing girl. The hunger was easy to read. Hell, she didn't blame the woman at all. That was a damn pretty bitch up on the table.
Good enough to eat.
"Hey sweet cheeks, show us a little more," she told the girl.
The dancer shrugged her shoulders, "Sorry, can't. House rules."
She put on her best innocent look, as if to say that she'd love to, but....
It was a look that she'd had plenty of practice with. She was asked the same thing fairly often.
So had most of the other dancers.
"I am the house, and I make the rules," Liz said firmly.
The girl just shook he head. "I'll be fired, or they'll raid the place. You know the cops are only looking for an excuse."
"The entire force combined don't have the balls to come in here. Now take it off!"
"Maybe I'd better leave before...."
Liz's hand shot out. Her fingers curling around the panties at the girl's hip, and yanking.
The flimsy garment easily shredded, leaving the girl naked other than her high heels.
Liz's followers yelled their approval, hooting and hollering at the first sight of the young pussy.
"Stop it! Leave me alone," the girl screamed. She tried to cover her crotch with one hand, while swatting at Liz's general direction with the other.
"Shut that flapping hole! Your mouth that is, and dance," the biker yelled.
SMACK!
Her hand finding a way past the girl's flaying hand.
"Fuck you! I'm leaving before I get in trouble."
"You're already in trouble bitch!"
Liz reached out with both hands, taking a tiny ankle in each, and yanking. The girl fell with a crash onto the table top.
"Over here!" the biker leader ordered.
Her three followers rushed over. Two of them took an ankle each and spread the girl wide open. The third pinned the blonde's arms down to the wooden surface.
"Now let's see what it was you wanted to hide so bad," Liz said, stepping between the girl's opened thighs.
"No! Get away from me. I'm not a dyke like you!"
Which was true. Dancing here was just another job to the girl, who also performed in two other places. Both of which had male clientele.
"Don't get so upset. It's just us girls here now. We've all seen a naked puss before," Liz mocked.
"Look all you want, but keep your slimy hands and other things away from me," the girl shouted as she struggled against the strong hands that held her.
"You mean you don't want us to do this?" Liz ran her finger through the silky fine tuft of blonde hair covering the girl's crotch.
"No, don't!" she shouted, twisting her head from side to side.
Liz tisk tisked. "I suppose you don't want me to do this either," as she inserted only the first joint of one finger into the pink pussy slit, moving it up and down the full length once.
"You and your cunt suckers can just get away from me. I quit!"
"Ah, don't talk like that. You'll hurt our feelings," one of the cycle sluts said sarcastically.
"Well, as much as I want her, it's only right that I offer our guest first taste." Liz turned to Sonja. "You interested?"
The effects of the alcohol made Sonja more anxious than usual, almost leaping to get at the girl.
To bend down and stick her face into the sweet smelling hole.
Running her tongue over the small folds of pink flesh that hid the young woman's pussy slit.
"No, no don't" the blonde begged, but she didn't seem to be struggling nearly as much now that a velvety tongue was working on her sex.
Sonja was humming happily as she -rimmed the pink slit again and again. The girl would be a treasure if only she were to give herself willingly. Such a sweet, wonderful tasting puss.
Liz reached over and cupped on of the dancer's breasts in her hand. Easily done because of the size of each.
"No. No, please. I don't want to be a lezzie," the girl was moaning, but it had grown to be very soft.
Now she squirmed around because of the sensations being fed to her body, rather than in an effort to escape.
Thinking that the way was now clear, the woman holding on to the dancer's arms bent over to suck on her other tit.
Chewing hard on the small mound.
Not caring if she pleasured the girl or not.
Just as Sonja chose to stand up.
"I like your idea of entertainment," she told the lead biker.
"I was hoping you would," Liz smiled broadly.
"It's starting to look like we're gonna get along just fine. In fact...."
"Ouch! Fuck 'n little bitch bit me!" the tit sucking woman yelled.
Once the cunt licking had stopped, the fight had returned to the diminutive blonde. She had decided that she didn't appreciate having her tits gnawed on, and had raised her head up far enough return the favor.
But harder!
SMACK!
The girl's head rolled from the impact of being slapped by Liz.
"You stupid cunt! You could have had a good time. Hell, these bimbos," Liz nodded her head at her aids, "probably would have even given you an outrageous tip for the services rendered. But now...."
She took the girl's nipples between her fingers and yanked on them while pinching hard.
Seeing how far they would stretch before ripping off.
Not stopping even as the girl screamed her lungs out.
Liz turned to the woman the blonde had bitten.
"How is it? Come on, let me see," as she pulled the butch biker's T-shirt up, exposing her red marked tit.
Her fingers then played with the sore nipple. Rubbing it until the woman started to breathe faster-
Pushing herself closer to her boss.
Liz kept on rubbing the brown nub as she moved around to where she could take it in her mouth.
"Moma will make it all better."
Sucking on the biker's tit until her hips started moving very suggestively.
"Keep that thought," Liz told the woman when she finally stepped away.
Then she grabbed the dancer's nipples and gave them a violent twist.
"Now what should we do about you?" the boss biker asked.
"Please, just let me go. I didn't mean anything,"
"Not good enough."
"I'll work for free. I got something really special I can do that I promise will get you going. Hot stuff."
"Girl, I'm already hot. And I'm afraid you owe my friend over there. No, I'm afraid this calls for something drastic."
The little blonde was on the verge of panic, still tugging with her arms and legs just in case there was any hope for escape.
"O.K. listen. Just let me go and send the others away." The girl's eyes closed and she looked as if she were about to be ill. "I'll be real good to you."
"That's nice. But I'm afraid that you owe more than just me." Liz was pushing the girl as far as she could, after which she was prepared to give one more shove.
Sonja loved watching the big woman work. So strong.
So in control.
Sonja could feel her pussy getting wet, but she didn't know if it was because of the cute blonde or the butch biker.
Liz picked up two of the empty beer bottles.
She held one up to the girl's mouth.
"Lick!"
A little pink tongue came out and wetted down the glass opening.
"Make sure you get it good and wet. You'll need it."
The girl had no idea what was going on, but she all but deep throated the glass neck to soak it the best she could.
Liz pulled it back, then held out the second one.
"Now I'm going to put this in your mouth, and I want you to keep it there. I don't care how, but I'll be real pissed if you it fall."
The blonde nodded her head and gobbled down the bottle the best she could.
Liz took the first bottle with her as she walked back down, between the girl's wide spread legs.
"Now we've got to find someplace for this one."
The girl's eyes got as wide as saucers as she watched the bottle move closer and closer to her privates.
But instead of pushing against her slit, Liz was poking it at the girl's asshole.
A rodeo star couldn't have stayed on the girl as she bucked and fought against the hands holding her down. Every move trying to jerk her bottom away from the bottle.
"You'll be sorry if the glass dries out," Liz warned. Then she punched the girl in the gut with a clenched fist.
Air whooshed out the girl's nose, and from around the bottle gag that she somehow managed to keep her lips surrounding.
But the fight was driven out of her at the same time, leaving her laying still on the table.
Hardly a tremor as Liz jammed the bottle up her ass.
Only a pain filled scream that the bottle in her mouth stifled.
A long, drawn out scream as her asshole was ripped open. Only being saved from shredding because the surface was so smooth.
"Not bad, little cunt meat. But I think you fit some more up there."
The twisting push of her wrist produced an explosion of pain deep in the girl. She squealed as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Her body's reaction to try and resist only made it worse. The pain would have doubled her up if she hadn't been held so tightly.
"I think she's done this before," Liz's voice dripped sarcastically.
Her arm flexing once more.
Several inches of the long neck bottle were now wedged deep in the blonde's dark bowels. Held there by shear mass.
"Now it's my turn for a taste."
Liz used her index fingers to pull the pink flaps protecting the wet, blonde pussy open. As she dipped her tongue in, she pulled the pussy further apart.
Lapping up the sweet nectar, Liz inserted two more fingers to open the girl wider.
The woman who had been bitten earlier ducked her head down to chew on the dancer's nipples again. This time she wasn't nearly as nice about it as before. Chomping hard to make the girl squirm.
Liz was still sucking away, trying to add the third finger from each hand into the tight cunt.
Just as the first knuckles got in to where they could help pull the pussy apart, the bitch biker went for fingers seven and eight.
All but sinking both hands into the poor girl!
Sonja's jaw all but hit the floor.
Never had she seen anything even close to this.
Her legs were suddenly weak beneath her, but part of it was because she was so damn hot!
Within the next few lashes of the Liz's knowledgeable tongue, the girl was cumming uncontrollably.
It was then that the biker pushed one entire hand into the blonde's cunt.
All the way up to the wrist!
"Don't drop that fuck'n bottle out of your ass! I'll beat the crap out of you, and then we'll start all over," she promised the helpless girl.
Liz looked like she was getting ready for a title fight by the way she was punching at the blonde pussy.
Jabbing....
Hitting....
Fucking the woman with her fist!
Thrashing her from the inside out.
Pulverizing the girl physically and emotionally.
Bruising her insides, as she was turned into cum dripping, wriggling jello.
Giving her orgasms she never thought possible!
The blonde was quaking and shivering, about to pass out....
Sure that she had taken more than the human body could withstand.
Totally drained by time Liz pulled her sopping wet hand out.
Unbuttoning her pants, and pulling them off.
Climbing up on the table and straddling the girl's head.
Still fearing what might happen to her if she dropped it, Liz had to yank the bottle from the young woman's mouth.
"I think you know what to do now."
The tired girl was lucky to be able to nod her head, but she gamely stuck her tongue out, and began to lick at the dominant woman's cunt.
Too tired to be repulsed by the idea.
Too weary to resist in any way.
The other women knew that the girl was beaten, and let go of her ankles and wrists. One of them moved around to take her own taste of the little blonde.
Another grabbed hold of the bottle acting like a dildo in that cute butt, using it to ass fuck the girl.
Sonja was so hot she thought she would explode right there. It was apparent that this was an orgy in the making.
But the dark haired beauty wasn't much for crowds.
At least not in that way.
Although Liz had proved to be interesting.
Who knows? Maybe another time....
She sighed and turned. Leaving the grunting and moans behind.
Making her way to the red sports car.
Heading back to the office.
Hurrying so she could get there before Peggy left.
Sure that the girl's tongue could quench the fire burning in her cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wednesday was turning out to be just like it's predecessor for Dawn. Pretty quiet, bordering on boring.
Well, it not completely like the day before, she thought as she strolled along the beach. Her legs were still feeling a little weak after that monumental fucking she had gotten from Jeff.
Of course they weren't weak enough to prevent her from going down to enjoy the beach. Nothing could ever stop her from that.
After she died she'd still be coming down here, Dawn thought, giggling to herself.
Southern California was experiencing what was called a warming trend. In other words, it was suddenly hotter than hell!
Much hotter than one would expect for this early in the spring.
About the same as it would be everyday once summer arrived.
It had to be hot for Dawn to notice like this. The famous valleys of Southern Cal was were the heat hit the worst, but today it had spread all the way down to the shore.
But here you had the ocean spray to keep the skin moist, and if necessary, well who could resist a quick dip in the delightfully warm water?
The heat was starting to get to dawn though. She had walked further than she had originally planned, and her body was somewhat sore after yesterday afternoon.
God, but Jeff gave me a royal fucking, she thought.
Her body had been warm and tingly, more than just an afterglow, for hours.
Jeff had acted like a man possessed!
After he had taken her on the counter, of all places!
Then he took some time to "recharge", and had at her again.
This time on the floor.
Having already cum twice, Dawn thought he'd never get it off again so soon. But he kept pumping.
Unable to get enough of her beautiful body.
Fucking her until she was a lying in a small pool of her own spend. Which Jeff added to, when he shot off his third load.
He held her tenderly until she made a joke about having to get reopened. Dawn worked at getting to her feet, their strenuous lovemaking had left her legs wobbly.
Enough so that she had to reach out and grab the counter to support herself for a moment or two.
Leaning her weight against it....
Her bronzed rump sticking out so invitingly.
An invitation that Jeff was more than willing to take.
His hands grabbing her by the waist.
"Haven't you had enough yet?" tired, but happily surprised to feel his cock nudging at her once more.
"Can't help it. And you did say that you had to get reopened."
Standing behind her, Jeff thrust forward and buried his still vibrant cock into Dawn's cum drenched pussy.
The redhead bend over, using the counter to lean against and to help hold her exhausted body up as Jeff somehow found the strength to soundly screw her one more time.
She was nearly delirious with ecstasy and rubbed raw by the time he squirted the last of his nut oil to her.
Dawn slept like the dead that night.
Even right now, as she walked along the beach, her crotch throbbed from the supreme dicking she had gotten.
A thin coating of sweat covered her body, starting to bead up and run down her long frame.
The salty sweat trails on her thighs reminded her of feeling Jeff s sperm ooze out of her slit....
Dribbling down her legs....
Still warm and sticky.
Dawn momentarily shivered with pleasure.
A part of her wanted to head right back to the store, lock the door, and see if Jeff was ready for a repeat performance.
Then her sore and puffy pussy begged mercy. At least for a little while.
Either way it was about time to head back. Things were really slow, but it wasn't fair to leave Jeff all alone.
After all, he might have to sell some more bikinis, and she had found out how that affected him.
Even now he could be standing there sporting a hard on the size of a flag pole.
She licked her lips thinking that she might hardly get in the door before he would grab her and....
Stop it, she had to tell herself. Keep on like that and you will have something dripping down your legs.
Dawn couldn't remember herself having such a case of hot pants before.
But then Jeff had never shown himself to be such a cocksmith. More than sufficient to get any woman's hormones going.
And once he had that beautiful inside and pumping....."to Dawn. Earth to Dawn. Come in Dawn."
Her head snapped around to see two of her girl friends, Stevie and Steve, standing and staring at her.
Dawn gave and embarrassed chuckle. "Sorry, I was thinking about something."
"Thinking?" Stevie started, "More like you...." ... "were a million miles away and still heading further out." finished Steve.
The three girls laughed and talked.
Dawn had never found out if those were their real names, not that it made much difference. The thing she found most intriguing about them was that they were like twins.
They weren't related as far as they knew, but they were far closer to one another than most sisters. And there was the quirky way they talked. One would start speaking a sentence, only to have it be finished by the other.
Almost as if they read each others minds. Spooky.
But they were fun. And beautiful.
The coastal sun had lightened their brown hair to where they were now almost blonde. Each was almost as tall as Dawn, with each sporting a figure that did justice to the bikinis their redheaded friend sold them.
"It seems like forever since I've seen you two," Dawn said. "Or at least a week."
Stevie brushed some hair from her face. "Had to get out of town for awhile. Needed a change of scenery, so...."
"...We went to Palm Springs for a few days," Steve picked up. "I don't know, just needed to look at some different sand."
The two girls suddenly turned to face each other.
"The guys! We wanted the guys. All of them!" they said happily in unison.
"What about the guys here?" asked Dawn.
"Until the season gets going it's the same old faces," Stevie pointed out. "Only going to the regular places, hearing...."...." the same old lines over and over," Steve threw her hands out in aggravate. Nothing new. Unless...." ... "it's open season for Jeff," they said together, then bursting with girlish giggling.
Dawn wagged a warning finger at them. "Oh no you don't."
A sudden thought hit her.
They seemed so similar. Like halves of the same person.
Doing everything together.
Everything?
Did that extend all the way to the bedroom?
Seemed pretty kinky, but then it wasn't hard for her to form the image of them sharing a lover in a threesome.
With a pang of jealousy, she saw Jeff's face there between them, smiling.
It was one thing they could offer him that she wouldn't be able to counter.
"Oh? I thought...." ... "you weren't interested in him."
"Things change," Dawn smiled.
"Oh, oh. That's a Mona Lisa smile. The look of a woman...." ... "that's getting more than just emotional support."
"Yes, I think our little Dawn is growing up," Stevie said, doing her best TV. mom impression. "What's a mother to do? And a surfer! That bronzed body...." ... "those rippling muscles. Those tight shorts. Taking advantage of our little girl." But they weren't able to finish and still keep their put on faces straight, breaking into fits of laughter.
Dawn made a devilish face, "Let me tell you about rippling muscles."
"Don't you dare. I'm already so damn horny I can't stand it," said Stevie.
"Now would be a good time to buy into some Every Ready stock. With the way she's using her pet vibrator, there's libel to be shortage soon." her buddy kidded.
"The batteries would be fine if you wouldn't sneak it away whenever I turned my back."
"Well if you...."
"Hey! Whoa. Hold on you two," Dawn stepped forward as if to separate the two from their playful bickering. Not that there was any fear of the argument turning real.
It really was fun being with them, but Dawn was feeling a little dizzy from trying to keep up with their ping-pong method of talking. At times it took some getting used to.
"What's all that stuff for?" she changed the subject by pointing to all the extra junk the girls had brought down to the beach with them.
"Odds and ends. A little of everything. Most important of which...." ... "is the volley ball stuff. We were just getting ready to set it all up. Some of the gang are coming...." ... "by and we thought we'd get a game going. Nothing like it to get a crowd gathered. And once we get jumping around...." ... "and get our boobies bouncing, the guys start getting interested, and who knows? All those hard bodies around, it might...." ... "save on my poor batteries."
Causing them all to laugh some more.
"So you game?" Stevie asked Dawn.
She gave her head a shake. "I need to be getting back."
"That's right," said Steve. "She doesn't need to waste time trying to find some beach stud. Not with Jeff waiting for her back at the shop. All set to help with her fit...." ... "or to check out her inventory in the back room, if you know what I mean," Stevie said with a large comical wink of her eye.
"Yeah, he's all set to wax her board. Not to mention that he gives...." ... "a whole new meaning to 'hang ten'."
"O.K. knock it off. I quit. I give up," Dawn cried, throwing her arms up as a sign of surrender.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Stevie acted as if she were about to break out chairs for her and Steve to sit down, the better to watch Dawn work. "Get that...." ... "net up. The others will be here soon."
The redhead chased the duo around the beach for awhile, making all kinds of silly threats as they tried to push each other into the water.
They were just finishing with the net as the other three girls showed up.
Steve and Stevie seemed a little upset that only more girls had shown up so far, but after some joking remarks about keeping their libidos in check they seemed ready to play some volley ball.
"But the first thing we have to do," Dawn pointed at the twins, "is to put them on opposite teams."
The two girls started to moan and bitch, but the others pointed out that it wasn't fair, not the way they could talk without speaking to each other.
So Dawn had Stevie and Jackie on her team, leaving Steve to fend them off with the help of Karen and Tammy.
The first game was more warm up than anything else, and certainly didn't show any degree of skill or ability.
It did show that the silent communication between Steve and Stevie could be used in interesting ways. Knowing what one was about to do meant that the other could shout out defensive moves to her teammates.
It made for some bizarre plays.
At times it was almost as if they were working from a script.
They were about to end the second game when....
"Not bad, but I don't think they'd give us much of a workout."
Dawn turned to see that there were four women standing behind her. All were big and muscular, but somehow didn't seem right for being here. As if they didn't look comfortable on the beach.
"Could be O.K. just to get us warmed up until some real competition showed up," said one of the new arrivals.
"How about it 'girls'," the big blonde that the other three seemed to naturally fall behind had said it in a way that made one think she just noticed she'd stepped in shit.
Steve glared at the woman. "If you get a couple more players...."
"... six to four isn't too fair," finished Stevie, who also seemed upset.
"Don't worry. We know how to take care of ourselves," the big woman laughed. It was a dark, mirthless sound.
"Sure. We'll take you on," Dawn said with a bit more bravado than she had intended.
For some reason she had the feeling that this was going to turn out being more than just a game or two. Nothing she could put her finger on, but this new group was just a little too odd.
That, and Dawn had the strangest feeling that the big blonde had been looking at her the entire time. She didn't know what to make of it, or if there was anything really there in the first place.
"Come on. Come on!" Stevie was waving her arms and yelling like a cheerleader hyping up a crowd. "We're ready to...." ... "take it to them. They're ripe for the pick'n," shouted co'cheerleader Steve.
Six against four, Dawn thought. That alone should make a big difference.
She knew that they were bigger and probably stronger then her own team, but that her side had played together often enough and had speed in their favor.
Because of the unbalanced numbers, the big blonde's team got first serve. Her team did some cheering of their own.
"Drive it down their fuck'n throats Liz!"
"Yeah! Rifle it."
And that first serve was a hard shot. Going right between the defenders, aceing them.
Stevie and Steve were yelling at their teammates about paying attention, looking sharp and being ready for the ball.
Liz's players were all smiles and taunts as their leader hauled back for her next serve.
With a thundering slap, the ball headed over the net.
Jackie and Steve collided with each other as they tried for the rocketing sphere. Stevie had also missed, sending herself face first into the sand with the effort.
Liz's team went into near hysterics as they watched the girl get up and brush the gritty partials from her face.
They all but went nuts when Stevie tried to shake the sand from her halter, showing a good deal of her chest.
"Maybe we should play for something."
"Like a game of strip volly ball."
"Losers drop their tops!"
"Stop fooling around and serve," grumbled Dawn.
She was mad at her teams play so far but she also knew that things would change as soon as they got a ball they could keep in play.
Dawn was also glad that Stevie's hoped for crowd of men hadn't shown up yet. The other team had some pretty women in it, but there was something about Liz.
With the supper short shorts and half length T-shirt she wore, the guys wouldn't have looked anywhere else.
No halter or bra there.
Those huge jugs bobbing and swaying under the thin material with each move, to he point that they were almost hypnotic.
Enough so that even Dawn missed seeing the wind-up to the coming serve. Her reactions were fast, but not fast enough to get into the air in time to block the net kissing play.
Tammy got a hand on it but couldn't get control. Instead the ball bounced off her wrist and flew off to one side.
"Cute, but the little slits should stand aside and watch the real women play," said on of Liz's crew.
"Shouldn't even come down here until they grow up," said another.
"We don't need this kind of crap," shouted Karen. "Why don't you 'real women' just fuck off and...."
"Hey! Keep cool. It's only a game," Dawn reminded her friend, although she could blam her for falling for their baiting remarks.
Tammy had recovered the ball, and lobbed it back to Liz. She pulled back a well muscled arm and launched what seemed to be another kill shot.
That was until Dawn's hand made contact. She managed to tap the ball perfectly to Stevie, who set Karen.
The ball sailed back over the net, where two of the women missed it completely.
"Bet a real woman wouldn't have missed," Karen said as she was congratulated by her team.
There were only grumbles from across the way.
"Get the ball. Our serve," said Dawn.
Jackie had it, and let loose a beautiful serve that scored them a point.
A happy Steve shouted, "It seems we found their weak spot...." ... "all we have to do is get it to their side of the net," Stevie finished as she tossed the ball back to Jackie.
"Shut the fuck up and serve the damn ball!"
Dawn nodded.
It was about time they got a taste of their own shit, she thought as she got ready for the next volley.
Jackie got off a good serve, but one of Liz's women got a lucky tip. The ball flipped over to where a flinging arm smacked it.
It limped like a wounded bird over the net. Karen jumped, ready to slam it back, when one of the women leaped into the net.
Not to block the shot, but to body check Karen! A driving shoulder knocked the air out of the jumping girl with a loud whoosh.
Dropping her to the sand next to the grounded ball.
"What the fuck was that?"
"This is supposed to be a friendly little game!"
"Where did you bozos learn...."
"Shut the fuck up!"
Liz's voice demanded attention and obedience.
"If you children don't want to play with the adults, then go home."
"Yeah, get the hell off our beach," yelled one of her girls.
"Your beach?" Karen sputtered, "Who the hell made you Queen?"
Liz shot the girl a look that came just short of being able to kill. "This is our property now. Take it if you can."
Dawn waved her hands, trying to calm things down.
"Hey, what about the game?" She shot a glance across the net, "I'm sure that it was only an accident. One that won't happen again, so let's play."
The ball went to one of Liz's team, who barely got the ball over the net. An over excited Jackie sent it right back without setting up for a potential spike.
Right to Liz at a perfect angle ... Perfect for her to spike....
Putting all the power of her large body behind the hit.
Pounding the ball over the net. Right at Steve.
Smacking the girl full in the chest before she could raise her hands to protect herself.
The ball slapping loudly on her naked flesh as it hit. Leaving a bright red spot to mark the impact.
Knocking the girl to the ground.
"I've had enough of this bullshit," Jackie yelled as she stomped away.
"No!" Steve hollered at her friend. "Let's show these clowns...." ... "what we can really do." Stevie caught up to Jackie and turned her back toward the net.
Nodding, she went back to her position as Steve made it to her feet.
Liz's girl made the serve, Dawn's side made the regulation three hits, sending it back. As a surprise, the big blonde's team got the ball back over fair and square.
After setting the ball, Karen came close but just missed a chance for a kill shot.
Once more it was a mistake that Liz took advantage of. Hitting the ball directly at Karen.
Bouncing the ball hard off the top of her head!
"I'll kill the bitch! She did that on purpose." she shouted.
Dawn got hold of the girl, keeping her on their side of the net.
"Settle down! You're playing right into their hands. They want you upset so you'll screw up."
"I know, but...."
"Take a deep breath. Calm down. We'll get them."
Karen glared, but once again agreed.
Liz took the ball, stepped back, and served.
Stevie got her hand on it, tapping it high into the air.
Dawn moved toward it.
She jumped, waving her left hand at Jackie.
"Set!" she yelled, signaling Jackie to get ready to spike.
The four women on the other side focused their attention on Jackie, preparing for her move.
They were taken completely by surprise when Dawn didn't pass off.
Instead she spiked!
Slamming the ball into Liz's face! Liz instinctively raise a hand. She found a trickle of blood running from her nose.
"You little cunt!"
The big woman charged under the net. Jackie reached for her, to pull her off to one side. Instead Jackie found a hand planted on her chest, and got a shove that sent her flying.
But the movement slowed Liz enough that Dawn was able to regain her own balance, setting herself to meet the woman head on.
As they struggled all the other players converged on one another.
In this situation, Dawn's friends were severely outmatched.
One of Liz's girls reached for Stevie.
Grabbing the back of her bikini and the thin halter tie, using them as handles. The girl picked Stevie up and carried her down toward the water.
Stevie squealed and screamed with each step. Every movement caused the material of her swim suit to cut it's way further into her pussy.
Torturing her sex as it suddenly had to support her entire weight.
The girl dumped her squirming bundle in the water and headed back to help her companions.
Stevie's head disappeared under a wave for a moment, then she crawled up to the sand, spitting water and trying to get her breath. Her hands massaging at her sore body.
Steve, Karen and Jackie had all taken some licks, and had been cornered by the three women. Forced to stand an watch as Dawn and Liz fought.
They were now down in the sand. Arms and legs wrapped around each other as both struggled to find some advantage.
Twisting and turning they rolled along the beach, neither one able to hold the other down for any period of time.
Both were covered in sweat and sand. The grit scraped their skin where ever they rubbed together.
"Yeow!" Dawn cried as a piece of shell poked in her side.
"Give up cunt?" Liz sneered.
"No! And get those flabby cow tits out of my face."
During their wrestling, Liz's T-shirt had pulled up to let her large breasts pop free.
Now they were all but rubbing in Dawn's face.
Showing the redhead how excited she was by the way her nipples had plumped up, erect and hard.
Enjoying the feel of this young woman's body under her. Getting off on taking her like this.
Finally pinning the girl helplessly to the beach.
"I'm going to eat you alive," the big blonde promised.
Her friends kept Dawn's at bay. Keeping them from giving the help they knew she needed.
There was too much weight on top of her for Dawn to get away, there was nothing left for her to do....
So Dawn raised up and bit one of the cherry tipped melons hanging over her! Liz screamed in pain.
She pulled back, away from the biting teeth. One hand slapping at Dawn's face, while her other turning into a slashing claw, ripping at the redhead's chest.
Long fingernails were like talons as they tore at Dawn. Luckily for Dawn, they caught on her halter top first.
Snagging....
Ripping....
Shredding the top away.
What had been a wrestling match, now turned into an out and out fight.
The women yanked out handfuls of hair. They kicked, punched and bit each other.
Dawn butted her head into the blonde's stomach, driving the air from her lungs.
Her strength fading, Dawn tried to crawl away.
To get some rest. To figure our what to do.
But a hand flew out, grabbing her bikini and giving it a yank.
The material bunched between her knees acting like a hobble to slow her down. Liz was suddenly on her again. Climbing on her back.
Liz reached around and dug her deadly nails deep into Dawn's breasts.
"I'll make you pay for what you've done bitch! You should have taken the chance I gave you, and cleared that cute little ass of yours out."
From the angle she was at, Liz began kicking her knee at Dawn. Not to hit her in the ass, but kicking the girl's pussy.
"No more. I give. Stop!" Dawn cried.
"When I'm done, nobody will want to have you around!"
Liz kicked the beaten girl's pussy again, feeling the redhead about to collapse beneath her.
"Trouble boss!" on of the biker sluts yelled out.
"Mobile patrol coming from both ends of the beach," shouted another.
Liz gave Dawn one more kick in the groin, then whispered in her ear, "You're mine, cunt. I'll be back to claim you."
She got off the girl, pulled her shirt down, and called to her women. "Come on. We had our fun. We can always play more later."
The four of them were gone before the patrol pulled up.
Dawn's friends had managed to pull her suit back on to save her from further embarrassment. When asked by the patrol if she wanted any help, Dawn just waved them away.
"No. They were just a bunch of jerks. They're gone now, and that's it."
Reluctantly the patrol left, and Dawn said goodby to her friends. They all wanted to walk her back to the shop to make sure she got there O.K.
She laughed it all off, and headed back alone.
Her words earlier had sounded brave, but somehow she felt that there could be more trouble. And if so she didn't want to drag her friends into it.
It was a feeling she just couldn't shake.
Something about the look in Liz's eyes....
The way the woman had been starring at her.
She reached street level and turned toward the shop.
Already she could see the door was shut, which meant that Jeff had probably locked up for a short while to make a run, or get something to eat.
It only took a few more steps before Dawn saw the bits of broken glass on the ground.
One of the front windows had been broken.
Spray paint had been used to paint a sign on the front wall.
"Get off our beach SLUT!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Yeah, but do you have any idea what it's all about?"
Jeff was still wiping his hands clean. He had replaced the front window, while giving Dawn a chance to clean herself up and rest.
The lovely redhead could only shake her head.
"I don't know. But I don't think the incident on the beach was a chance meeting."
"You don't think they're serious about taking over the beach do you? Some kind of a girl gang staking new territory?"
"I know it sounds weird, but it's the only thing that makes sense, unless they were out to get one of us."
"But why would they do that? It that were the case, then it would seem that they were after you," Jeff said as he tossed the cleaning rag down. "After all, they did seem to single you out."
"Beats me," she said shaking her head again.
"They already did that. How are you doing?"
"Not bad. Gonna have some bruises though."
"Well," he said, stepping closer to her with a familiar gleam in his eye. "I think I can remember something that will help you feel better. It will even take your mind off of other things."
"Yes," she smiled, "and what might that be?"
Dawn had hardly finished when Jeff sealed her lips closed with his kissing mouth.
His tongue was so loving....
So tender as he kissed her.
Dawn felt herself melting in his arms. It felt so good to be held and cared for.
She loved the feel of his strength wrapping around her.
Making her feel so safe.
His hands slowly moving around her body.
Checking and massaging as they moved.
Even if she had wanted to, she didn't have the energy to try and stop Jeff.
Instead she just relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing to her.
Soothing and exciting her all at the same time.
The store was still closed, the doors locked. She no longer cared, giving in to the beach stud's advances completely.
Accepting his hot kiss....
Allowing his hands to pull up her T-shirt and bare her breasts....
Moaning from the sweet sensations caused by his rubbing her nipples.
Jeff broke the kiss and asked her, "Right prescription?"
He lowered his head to let his mouth take the place of his fingers on her nipples.
"Yes! You should have been a doctor. At least you play doctor very well."
Dawn held his head to her chest. Arching her back to press more of her full mounds to his sucking mouth.
His hands slipped down to pull her bikini off, then he slipped a finger along her female grove.
"Oooh, careful," she said grimacing. "Sorry, I'm still pretty sore down there."
"From fighting, or from yesterday?"
"Both you brute," and she playfully tapped him on the head.
Jeff circled Dawn's slender waist with both hands and lifted her. This time she had an idea of what he was doing and she was ready when he sat her down on the counter top.
"Is this getting to be a habit?"
He only smiled. "Something a little different this go round. Just sit back and relax."
Jeff dropped his muscular body down to his knees, his face was right at her crotch level.
Dawn's legs spread the moment she saw what he was about to do. She so loved to be eaten, and Jeff had only done it to her once before.
The first thing she felt was his breath on her legs. So hot on her skin, she knew that he must be excited himself.
When his tongue made it's appearance, it was to play with the outer folds of her pussy.
It was so good!
She leaned back to enjoy his tongue bath of her secret female flesh.
Dawn could feel the flush between her legs, as her pussy became more aroused. Her cunt lips throbbed as blood pumped into them, causing them to swell.
And oh, but how her juices were beginning to flow!
Just as she began to hope that he'd never stop, Jeff ran his tongue along her slit." It was electrifying! She thought she'd cum right then.
Dawn was very happy she didn't. There was so much more to come.
Jeff really wanted to give her some special treatment and was taking his time rather than rushing her.
Ever so slowly, he licked her slit from bottom to top. Never allowing his tongue to actually enter her, only toying with the nerves outside her pussy.
"MMMMmmm. Tastes so good," he told her.
She didn't know if that was right or not, but she was happy that he seemed to like it. "Take all you want. Take all night!"
He chuckled and dove back in.
This time he stuck his taster all the way inside.
Trying to lick her juices from their source.
Slurping loudly as her flow increased.
"God! How long is that thing?"
Jeff suddenly jerked up, "Why? Am I hurting you?"
"The only hurting is from the way I want more of you, silly. I didn't know you could clean the bottom of thermos bottles with your tongue."
"Aims to please," he winked, and went back to his pleasant work.
Snaking that long wiggler deep inside her.
Dawn thought for a moment that he had reached up to her stomach before she realized that it was only the tingling start of her first orgasm.
Content that he had touched every inch of her wet channel, Jeff rolled his tongue ... Keeping it as stiff as possible ... Using it's velvety softness to fuck her with. "Oh yes, that's perfect!"
Her puss had been so sore from Liz using it for punting practice that Dawn had been afraid she never be able to cum again.
Jeff was about to prove that wrong.
Her back arched as she had her first release.
Nice, relaxing, relieving her pent up stress....
Readying her for more.
The surfer between her legs didn't take time out to lick away the sudden extra flow of juices. He just kept his tongue jabbing deeply into her.
The wetness ran down her thighs, and spread all over his face.
Her wonderful smell was everywhere, surrounding him.
Making him giddy, knowing how much he was pleasing her.
As he tongue fucked the redhead, Jeff wriggled his upper lip, massaging her clit.
"How ... what are you ... oh God!" her hips jerking as she suddenly came again.
Her feet where kicking him in the back as her legs kicked uncontrollably.
"You fucker! Do it. Make me cum you beautiful stud. Eat it all!"
Knowing she couldn't take much more, Jeff raised his mouth, sucking her clit between his lips.
As soon as he flicked his tongue over it's delicate surface, Dawn went crazy.
She now longer had control of her body as it jerked and bounced.
And, she couldn't stop cumming!
By the time Jeff gave her pussy a last tender kiss and stood up, Dawn was all but laying down on the counter.
Her arms had long since given up trying to hold her upright.
"You're hired," she whispered. "What?"
"To do that three times a day. More often on rough days of course," she said as she wiped sweat from her brow.
Jeff just shook his head and smiled.
"But I feel bad not doing anything for you."
"Don't worry. Just consider that a feel better gift. Look, I've got to go get something to take that spray paint off the wall outside."
"I feel much better," Dawn said wiggling her eyebrows in a lecherous way. "Then help me down from here, and let me get dressed. You can leave the door open when you go out."
Jeff gently lowered her to the floor.
"You sure you're ready to be open?"
Dawn nodded her head, "It'll give me something else to think about."
She pulled her bikini back on, gave Jeff a wet, sloppy kiss, and sent him on his way.
She was also very happy to notice the sizable bulge in his shorts. Getting her thinking that maybe in a couple more hours her crotch would feel better, and....
It was a very happy thought.
Dawn took down the closed signs and unlocked the front door on Jeff's end of the shop. Only moments later a young lady entered.
She was Patty, the girl friend of one of Jeff s best customers. The two of them had a party coming up, and she wanted something special. A bikini that would cause even a corpse to sit up and take notice.
As they looked over some suits the door opened again, and two tall women walked in.
"Hi, I'll be right with you in a moment," Dawn told them. They waved and walked around looking at the racks of suits.
The door opened again. When Dawn turned to look she only saw the backside of a very tall blonde. The woman was walking over to look at Jeff s merchandise.
Patty had two suits to try on in her hand as she headed toward the dressing rooms.
Dawn checked to see if the two women needed any help, and when they said they were just looking she headed down to the other end of the shop.
The blonde was bent over looking in a display case.
"Hi, sorry I took so long. Jeff's not here right now but if there's anything I can do to help you...."
She was interrupted by a scream!
Dawn ran back to the other side, but didn't see anything. Turning, she headed for the dressing rooms.
It was then that she saw Patty, laying face up on the floor. One of the two women that had come into the store was holding her legs so she couldn't kick.
The other woman had slipped off her shorts. She was kneeling in such a way that she was pinning Patty's arms to the ground....
Made a seat out of Patty's face....
Forcing the girl to eat her pussy!
"Get that tongue going cunt!" the woman demanded, sitting so that Patty couldn't breathe.
The shock of what she saw stopped Dawn dead in her tracks.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"Fuck off," said the woman holding Patty's legs. "We got this one, find one for yourself."
"Get the hell out of my shop or I'll...."
Two arms slid under hers from behind. The hands then came up, circling back to Dawn's neck, where fingers interlocked.
Trapping the redhead in a Full-Nelson.
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Dawn had ever seen.
Dressed only in black leather!
At over six and a half feet tall, she would have even made Liz look small.
And that was before you considered the incredibly high heeled boots she wore. Bringing her close to seven feet in height!
"You've been keeping me waiting. I don't like that."
The woman's voiced boomed loudly. Yet it reminded Dawn of the type of tone used by elementary school teachers.
Somehow soft and compelling, while being totally in control.
"Get your ass over here."
Dawn was glued to the spot. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman....
Had never dreamed that someone like her could exist!
Huge. Yet all woman.
That was easy to see. She was showing off most of her muscular body.
Her towering boots went up the woman's thighs, stopping just below the junction of her powerful legs.
But her pussy and breasts were bare. A leather corset nipped her waist down to where it appeared to be even smaller than Dawn's. Leather gloves covered long arms, up and over each elbow.
And in the one hand was a small whip with several, hanging leather ends.
A cat 'o nine, Dawn suddenly thought.
It was then that Dawn noticed something about Jeff. His entire body was covered by thin, red lines.
And she gasped.
The woman had been beating Jeff with that whip!
Dawn thought about all those minutes she spent back at the shop, when she had been trying to make up her mind as what to do.
The whole time Jeff had been punished for her indecision!
The leather clad woman saw the pain on Dawn's face, and guessed what she was thinking.
It made her laugh. A cold, chilling laugh that made Dawn shiver.
"I said get over here!"
"No Dawn, don't. Get out of here." Even talking was painful for Jeff, but he had to try and warn his partner away.
"Who gave you permission to speak?"
The leather bitch reached for Jeff s cock. Wrapping her fingers around it, she began to pump it.
Just hard enough to make it swell. The same motion also bounced the weight tied to his balls.
"NOCOO!" he cried in pain.
"Stop! Please don't," tried Dawn. Horrified, she still couldn't move.
For some reason she didn't understand, she also couldn't look away.
Watching as the evil amazon dropped the whip and picked up a riding crop.
Holding Jeff s cock with one hand, as the other flicked the crop back and forth across the head of his manhood.
Faster and faster....
As Jeff jerked to get away, he yanked hard at his own prick....
Threatening to rip it from it's root!
He also caused the ball weight to sway and bounce.
"God nooooo!"
The leather tip of the crop slapping loudly with each impact.
His cock turning a bright, raw red.
"No!" Dawn yelled, and charged at the woman.
With a perfectly timed swing, the woman back handed Dawn, and sent her sailing.
"Stupid thing to do," the amazon said, shaking her head.
"Who are you?" Dawn asked as she got back to her feet.
As she did, she noticed that the woman's nipples had grown.
Getting fully erect from her excitement at causing pain in others.
"Lady Lash. Or you may call me Mistress."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Two very good reasons. First, I'm being paid very well to do so. Second and most importantly, I like it."
That came as no surprise. Dawn could tell by the way the woman's eyes suddenly glowed.
Fueled by some inner fire she'd never be able to understand.
"Hired? By who? Who would hire you to do something like this?"
"A lot of people," Lady Lash chuckled. "You'd be surprised how many. I've had to cancel several appointments just to take on this special case. I hope you appreciate that."
"No," Dawn shook her head. She couldn't believe what was going on here. "Please let him go."
"I can't do that," the dominant looked shocked. "He's an added bonus. A little something to add to my collection."
"This can't be happening. You're crazy!"
"Be careful with that mouth, cunt."
"But what do you want?"
"You. Kneeling before me groveling."
"No, never."
Lady Lash laughed. Her booming voice echoed through the room, making it seem to surround Dawn.
Hugging her.
"By time I'm finished with you, you'll beg to serve me."
Dawn backed away. She felt the door against her back, and slid her hand to the knob. Locked!
"Let's make this sporting." Lady Lash kicked her whip to the center of the floor.
"We'll have a little contest. A variation on 'Finders Keepers'. Whichever one of us gains control of the whip gets to make use of it. If I get it, not only will you feel it, but so will your dear friend here."
She stepped back and ran a hand over Jeff's taut chest. Letting the hand drop to toy with his still pumped up cock.
Then she grabbed the cord, lifted the weight several inches and let it drop.
"Aiiieeee!"
"Don't!" Dawn shouted. It hurt her just to see Jeff in pain.
The sound of his anguish stabbing into her.
"And if you get the whip," the amazon laughed at the absurdity of the notion, "Then you can use it on me, then leave."
"Isn't there some other way? Anything at all? I've got...."
"Money? Not enough to buy your way out of this, I'm afraid."
"Then what if I were to...."
"Yes? What? Spit it out."
Dawn felt humiliated.
She knew that the woman understood exactly what she was driving at.
"If I were ... to ea ... to eat you."
"You mean suck my cunt?"
Dawn's eyes scrunched shut, and she nodded her head.
"Yes."
"And how long would you lick my pussy for?" The girl gulped.
She hadn't thought of that. What exactly was she offering the woman? "For as long as you wanted."
"For an hour?" Dawn nodded. "Two? All day? A week?"
"That's ridiculous. No one could go on for that long."
"You'll learn. Because after I win I'll start to train you. After while you won't be able to live unless your face is buried between my legs."
Dawn's eyes glared at the woman. She'd heard about enough of this crap.
"Good. There is some fight in you, I like that. Not let's get going before I have to find other ways to amuse myself."
Lady Lash reached back, lifting and dropping the weighted cord.
"NOOOOO! My balls!"
"Are up for grabs." The leather bitch focused on Dawn. "Ready?" The redhead nodded. "Then let's...."
Dawn charged, hoping that the sudden move would take the larger woman by surprise.
She knew that the woman would be much stronger than she was, so she tried a different tactic. She lowered he head, butting the woman in the stomach.
Throwing her body at the corseted waist. The impact felt like she had hit a stone wall! WHOOSH!
The air was driven from the dominant's lungs, and she staggered back several steps.
Dawn picked herself up, hurling her body at the woman's mid-section again.
WHOOSH!
The female giant fell back against the cement block wall, trying desperately to suck in some air.
Her mountainous tits heaving from the effort.
For the first time, Dawn began to think that she had a chance. That she could get Jeff and herself out of this madhouse.
But she had to finish the woman off first.
Lady Lash had gotten her feet under her once more, and though still gasping, was moving toward Dawn.
She rushed the woman again, but this time Lady Lash was ready for her.
The huge woman took another stunning blow to the mid-section, but she managed to wrap her arms around the redhead.
Before she fell gasping to the floor, the leather queen threw Dawn at the block wall.
The impact jarred the girl to her teeth.
She lay there as the world swirled around her for awhile.
When her eyes slowly came back together so she could focus, it was to see Lady Lash coming at her!
"You are a spunky little bitch. More fight in you than I would have thought. Not enough though. You'll still learn to enjoy licking my cunt."
Just as the huge hand reached for her shoulder, Dawn kicked herself away along the smooth floor.
She made it to her hands and knees, acting as if she were trying to scamper away.
"Go ahead. Run little rabbit, but I'll...."
Dawn twisted and jumped. Her head thumping just below the dominant's rib cage. Sitting the woman down on her ass.
Hard!
"Damn you!"
Dawn tried throwing her body on top of Lady Lash. Looking like a wrestling match for a fleeting moment. Just before the woman's arm came up to protect herself.
The catcher mitt sized hand clamping down on Dawn's chest....
Squeezing both tits at the same time....
Flipping Dawn over onto her back....
Ripping off Dawn's halter top at the same time.
"That's more like it." Lady Lash seemed to enjoy the way Dawn's breasts bounced.
"Now you're getting in the spirit. After I've crushed you, you'll spend a lot of time naked. That's the way I love to keep slut slaves like you."
Both women were standing up, Dawn moving just a little faster.
She knew she had to take advantage of every opportunity. To hit the bitch while she was still off balance.
Dawn's only chance was to use speed.
There was no way she could challenge the woman on strength alone.
Her legs pumped with renewed energy as she ran at the dominatrix.
Maybe a bit too fast.
Lady Lash thrust out a booted leg, tripping Dawn. The girl was moving too quickly to enable her to get control over her flying body before it slammed into the wall.
Before she could peel herself off, a large hand came down on her shoulder.
"You had your chance slut!"
Lady Lash's other hand circled Dawn's waist. Arm muscles flexed, and Dawn felt herself being lifted in the air.
For a moment.
Just before she was thrown, full force to the floor. "Get used to the view. You're going to be looking at me from that angle for a very long time." Dawn lay there dazed.
Her head had thumped on the floor, and now the world seemed to be moving in different directions then she was.
"Come on. Don't stop now. Get up."
Things were still swirling in Dawn's head when Lady Lash kicked her in the side.
The pointed toe of the boot stabbing between her ribs.
"Owwww! Please, no more," Dawn gasped. One more kick in the side didn't spur the girl to her feet.
"I said, get up!"
The leather clad bitch took a handful of flaming red hair, and used it as a handle to yank the girl to her feet.
Then she took Dawn in her arms as if she were no more than a small child. Crushing the girl to her enormous chest.
The gentle holding tightened into a powerful bear hug.
Squeezing the air from Dawn's lungs. Burying her face in the valley between the amazon's watermelon sized tits.
Corded muscles contracted in sudden jerks and Dawn felt sure that the woman would break her in half.
Just as Dawn was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, the leathered giantess threw her at the block wall.
The girl hit hard and slumped to the floor. She didn't have anything left to "fight with.
Beaten and bruised, she lay there cowering as she heard he clicking of the woman's approaching heels.
"No more. I can't go on...."
SMACK!
A hand much larger than Dawn's head had slapped her face.
"I'll tell you when you've had enough."
"Please...."
"So you're giving that boy-toy hanging over there to me?" Lady Lash was pointing at Jeff's hanging body.
Anger welled up within Dawn. Not Jeff! She couldn't bear to see him take any more abuse.
From deep down she found the strength to get her legs under her once more. Muscles flexing ... Ready to leap up and ... SMACK!
Lady Lash backhanded the girl hard enough to drive her to the floor. Almost knocking her out. "Mercy ... I ... I surrender ... I...."
"I thought so," the woman laughed. "It was only a matter of time dear."
Lady Lash got Dawn up to her knees by yanking up on her hair. She produced a length of rope, and proceeded to tie the girl's elbows together.
With all the aches and pains raging in her body, Dawn never even bothered to complain about the way the rope pinched her skin.
Or the burning in her muscles caused by her shoulders being bent backwards at such an agonizing angle.
"Now for your first lesson."The dominatrix stood before the kneeling girl, pushing her hips toward Dawn's face.
Pushing a sopping wet pussy at her mouth.
The redhead was wracked with too much pain to resist.
She opened her mouth.
Her eyes had been closed, scrunched shut in pain for the last few moments. When they opened, she was very surprised in getting her first close-up look at the woman's cunt.
Her clit was enormous!
Almost looking like a small cock nestled there in the thick carpet of her pubic hair.
The gigantic woman was unbelievably wet.
Dawn was sure that she must have been cumming during their entire struggle.
Getting herself off the entire time!
Sticking her face between the woman's thighs was more like dunking one's head in a bucket of water, she was so wet.
With only a few flicks of her tongue, the leather queen was jerking her hip around, screaming out her pleasure.
Not that Dawn felt disappointed. She was more than happy to pull her face away from the dominant's snatch.
Just as a door opened!
Dawn's head spun hoping, no, praying for salvation.
In walked a beautiful, dark haired woman. From the way that she walked, and the evil smile on her face Dawn could guess that she wasn't there to help.
"Hello. I'm Sonja Walker. I can't begin to tell you how long I've waited for this. I've even video taped it so I can enjoy it over and over again."
"What? Who...."
"It is thanks to me that you are here right now," the woman said proudly.
"What did I ever do to you?"
Sonja pulled a chair up in front of the bound girl, and sat down.
"First of all, let's see how well you've learned from your first lesson." Sonja lifted her skirt up to her waist.
She wasn't wearing panties and her naked pussy was now at face level with Dawn.
Before the redhead could make a move of her own, Sonja pulled the girl's head forward, then clamped down her legs tightly together to hold her captive there.
"I better feel that tongue all the way up to my tonsils, bitch."
Lady Lash picked up a large whip and headed over to Jeff.
Using it to stripe his back.
Leaving large, angry red welts after each blow.
As Dawn ate, Sonja explained. "You see, I own all the property surrounding that rat hole of a store you run. It's taken me years ... yes deeper ... lick faster," she gave Dawn a slap on the top of her head.
"Ooohh ... years to get rights to it all, and now I'm ready to begin construction on a major entertainment and shopping facility. It will make me several fortunes. But I couldn't ... aahhh! ... do a thing until I bought your property."
SMACK!
There was a loud scream of pain from Jeff. The dominatrix was using a leather paddle on his cock.
Alternating his tortures. Finding and abusing every nerve in his body.
Sonja continued her story, "But you wouldn't sell, so I hired those stupid cycle sluts to scare you away. Wait til they find that I own their property too. Yesss ... right there ... oh that's good. Those stupid cunts will be the first to go."
Sonja yanked Dawn's head up. Her face was covered with juices, her eyes puffy and ready to cry.
"And all this is because of you!"
Jeff screamed again as the paddle smacked hard on his weighted nuts.
"Wait until you see what she does with him," Sonja pointed toward the leather queen.
"She loves to turn men into little girls. Trains them to do everything just like a female. Even castrates them to make sure they never leave her."
Sonja pushed Dawn back between her thighs.
Thrilled to feel the girl trembling in fear.
Taking full delight in crushing the girl that had caused her so much grief.
Thinking about how she would let Lady Lash go ahead and train the girl to be the perfect slave.
Dreaming about how wonderful it will be having a sex slave kept in her closet at work.
A Willing and wanting sex slave to service her at any moment.
"Those stupid cow cycle sluts were taking too damn long, so I brought in a professional. Lady Lash used one of her pet slaves to get your 'former' boy friend here."
The leathered Mistress went back to using her heavy whip. It whistled through the air before it bit into Jeff s back.
Several strokes were enough to draw a trickle of blood.
The giant hauled back, and landed a staggering blow.
Jeff let out a blood curdling scream, then his body jerked, and went limp. Unconscious.
"Puny male! They never can take the punishment they deserve." Lady Lash spat.
Sonja had enjoyed the sight of the man being disciplined by a superior woman. By itself the show would have made her cum.
Of course Dawn's tongue was doing a fabulous job of that also.
Lady Lash busied herself with taking Jeff down. First removing the weights from his balls, then releasing the leather cuffs.
She was supporting his entire weight on her shoulder as the last cuff came off. Turning, the dominatrix let his body roll off and fall to the floor.
She was still bent over looking at him as Jeff suddenly sprang up!
His right fist catching her on the point of her jaw.
"Take that bitch!"
Dawn couldn't see a thing with her head buried in Sonja's snatch, but she heard Jeff's voice and knew that something was going on.
She jerked her head back and saw Jeff trying to get his balance. Still very unsteady on his feet after his long ordeal.
Dawn lunged forward, knocking Sonja off her chair, then jumping on her thrashing body.
With her elbows tied behind her, it was all Dawn could do just to stay on top of the vicious Sonja.
Luckily, Sonja's arms were under her when she fell, putting the two women on equal terms.
From the corner of her eye Dawn saw Jeff running toward her. She was surprised to feel his hands working on the rope trapping her.
"The big bitch is starting to move. You'll have to take care of this one while I tend to her," Jeff said, then was gone.
"Get off me you cunt!" Sonja yelled.
"Sure. So I can kick your ass!"
Dawn took two handfuls of black hair, and banged Sonja's head against the floor.
Sonja stopped thinking about her hands. Instead she brought her leg up, twisting her ankle and spearing Dawn with a spiked heel.
The girl yelped in shocked pain.
As she jerked back to grab her back, Sonja squirmed free.
Her hands came up, nails held out like claws, wanting to rip at Dawn's face.
By shear luck the girl parried the woman's first swing and grabbed the wrist as it flew by....
Twisting it....
Yanking.
Sonja was off balance and fell toward Dawn.
Dawn pulled the wrist into a hammerlock, snagging the piece of rope that had earlier been used so successfully on her elbows.
"Let me go! I'll kill you ... crush you beneath my heel...."
Dawn wrapped the rope around the trapped wrist, then pulled the end up and around Sonja's neck.
Now if the woman struggled she ran the risk of choking herself.
Making it much easier for Dawn to pull the other wrist up to be tied.
She spun the woman around to face her, but the dark haired she-devil started kicking at her!
Anger welled up inside. Dawn hooked an ankle behind Sonja's, and straight armed the woman in the chest.
A quick look didn't turn up anything better, so Dawn used the halter top that Lady Lash had torn from her to bind Sonja's ankles.
"You let me go this instant! I own you!"
"I've just been repossessed. Now I think it's about time to even accounts."
Sonja was absolutely shocked when Dawn grabbed he silk blouse and ripped it open. It took both hands to shred the flimsy bra beneath.
"O.K., I was wrong. But we can work a deal. Just...."
SMACK!
Dawn's hand hurt from slapping the woman.
But it was a good hurt.
"Name your price. I'll pay it!"
Sonja was panicking. She was used to being the one in control.
The one to give the orders. But this! What could she do about....
Dawn took hold of both of Sonja's nipples.
"You bitch!" Dawn twisted both hands as far as they would turn.
"Oooowww ... Stop!"
"Treating people like dirt because they're in your way?" She twisted her wrists the opposite direction.
"What gives you the right?" Dawn pulled up, nearly lifting the woman by her tits.
"I should rip these off," Dawn screamed, then dropped the sniveling woman.
Jeff had managed to pull Lady Lash over to a padded, waist high bench.
It's solid steel post had been bolted to the floor, sure to be strong enough to hold whomever was strapped to it while they were whipped.
Even seven foot tall amazons!
Jeff had no trouble finding cuffs and straps to hold in from the collection of bizarre items she had scattered around the room.
Once he was confidant that she wouldn't be able to get free, he set about waking her up.
Using the wide leather paddle to warm up her ass.
It didn't take long for her eyes to snap open, but her rump was already a flaming red.
"You worm! Let me loose. We'll see how you can do one on one!" she growled.
"Maybe later. But for now, I like the way things are looking."
"How dare you look at my body! When I get my hands on you, I'll rip your nuts off with my bare hands!"
"Go ahead, sweet talk me some more."
Jeff had found some other interesting items when he was searching through Lady Lash's things.
He stepped around in front to let her watch as his hand slowly reached for her breast.
Silver clip in hand!
"Don't you dare!"
She was jerking so hard at her bonds that Jeff was afraid she might pull the post up from it's bolts.
But Lady Lash's strength wasn't enough to save her before the clip snapped down on her skin.
Her howling shook the walls.
It continued as Jeff added a second clamp for her bare tit.
The female giant was cursing him with things he would never have imagined. The oaths getting more hateful and spiteful by the second.
She became suddenly silent as Jeff held out his hand. Showing her large weights that could hook onto the clips paining her chest.
"You spineless, cockless worm! I'll chew your dick off as I...."
Jeff carefully snapped the weights in place, then dropped them. "Aaaiieee!"
The huge woman jumped and jerked in pain. Each time she did it only sent the heavy lead weights flying again.
"Stretching and tearing at her chest as the fell.
Jeff moved behind the woman. He smiled as he noticed that her ass still glowed a bright red.
After hours of sexual torture, and the teasing fuck from Jeff, who never let him cum, Jeff s cock was at full erection.
Rock hard and hurting for action.
And he was going to take it from this bitch lesbian!
His cock poked at her sopping wet cunt, and easily slide in.
"Stop that! No man has the right to even attempt such a thing!"
"You're absolutely right, "Jeff said as he pulled out.
"This is what I really meant to do."
He aimed his cock at the brown pucker of the woman's asshole, and lunged forward.
Lubed with her cunt cream and harder that a steel pipe, Jeff forced his way into the resisting woman.
"No! You can't ... I'll...." but Lady Lash couldn't get her breath.
Jeff pounded his meat at her. Ripping her ass open ... Penetrating deep with each thrust. Happily burying his ten, hot inches in her guts. Knowing that taking her like this was worse than any torture he could do to her. Dawn had a similar idea.
She had once again taken Sonja's nipples between her fingers, pinching them to keep the woman still.
Just so long for her to sit on Sonja's face.
Digging her nails into heavy tit flesh until a tongue began worming it's way up into Dawn's tight channel.
The redhead kept experimenting, seeing what would best motivate Sonja to lick more energetically.
The best was when she took hold of a few pubic hairs, and gave them a yank.
Dawn thought that Sonja might reach up to her lungs with that tongue after that.
Pinching the dark haired bitch's clit worked very well also.
But best of all was the cum she had just thinking.
Dawn came up with a plan of her own.
She was going to make a copy of the video tape. Just the portion where Sonja talked about the cycle sluts, how stupid they were, and how they fit into the woman's plans.
Then Dawn would take the bound Sonja and the tape for a ride. Dropping them off with the leather lezzies.
She couldn't think of a better revenge then what they would do to Sonja.
Dawn was cumming like crazy just thinking about it.
