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 Kasap's Spring Lamb chapter 2.  (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf.

   She stood on the threshold, eyes downcast.  Kasap's driver was clearly a
relative of The Butcher, but younger, same massive and muscular build, same
square head.  He was holding the girl tight by her arm.

   "She'll do," I said.

   There was that same sinister, leering smile.  "She's a good one, this
little girl.  Boss says you got four hours so I'll pick her up at eleven:
if you finish early call me." He handed me a crumpled scrap of paper with
his number scrawled on it.  "Lock the door behind and don't leave her
alone. She likes to run away.  You going to do a bit of ABH?"

   I nodded.  He gave that alarming crooked smile again, "Then don't you
mark her, or Kasap will have me mark you.  Enjoy!  Watch her: she bites!"

   Good, I thought.  A really unwilling little whore, just what I wanted.
And she really did look a sweet little girl with her white cotton shirt,
nicely plumped by tits, her slender waist that accentuated her breasts,
slender almost boyish hips under that pleated black skirt but an arse that
jutted out nicely, trim ankles with black low heel shoes, all making it
look like a school uniform....  though I guessed it was not.  Almost
certainly no school for this little one!

   Her education would have been sensual and sexual, not academic!



   After my visit with the lovely and accomplished Cindy I had looked
everywhere for that picture of the slave-girl which I had used to feed my
masturbatory fantasies as a teenager.  Finally I found it inside my tatty
old school atlas.  There she was, slender waisted, sharp tits, jutting
arse, suspended by ropes around her wrists, awaiting a whipping from the
plantation boss and then a rape.  It had been published long ago by an
anti-slavery society....  what would they think if they knew it had bred in
me a desire to have for myself just such a pretty young slave-girl, to use
her like the plantation boss?

   Kasap had said he had a black girl twelve years old "small tits but
firm", and his house rules allowed whipping as long as I did not mark her.
Cindy said men often spanked or whipped her.  This would be too good to
pass up.

   So I had gone to the Sex Shop on Cooper Street and bought a black
leather whip and handcuffs.  The guy behind the counter showed me pictures
of a girl with ankle-cuffs and a spreader bar, so I just had to have those,
and he pointed out I would need a gag if I was not to alarm the neighbours.
I bought one, a black rubber ball-gag.  Then with a leer that reminded me
of the Butcher he suggested a "special gag, imported especially for those
special occasions, that kept her mouth open....  for obvious reasons".  It
was pricey, but I just had to buy it!

   Then I was lucky as there was a hunting crop in the junk shop window a
few doors down from the sex-shop.

   As I passed the sauna I remembered what Cindy had said about her daddy,
and promised myself a visit and some gay experimentation soon.  That's
another story though.  But it gave me an idea.....

   I went back to the Sex Shop and bought a cock-shaped dildo and a set of
three butt-plugs.

   And then the DIY super-store....  a plug in the ceiling for a screw-in
ring-bolt, two new long mirrors, one for the bedroom wall and one free
standing in the living-room: might as well maximise the experience if I was
going to take the risk of having little girls here!  Yes, and red silk
ropes for my iron bedstead: I found them in a craft shop.



   The girl was pretty....  and sexy.  She was on the black side of brown,
but her features were European rather than African, high cheek-bones and an
oval face, deep, dark eyes.  Hair braided tight in intricate patters.  Tall
for twelve years old and clearly well-developed but willowy.....  long legs
and trim ankles.  Promising.

   Wordless I grasped her by the same arm the driver had used and pushed
her into the living room.

   She saw the whip and handcuffs laying on a chair.

   "Oh no!  Please!"

   "Oh yes!"

   And the first thing I did was to fix her gag.  So she bit!  I used the
one with the wide-open mouth.

   The pink-rubber and soft leather contraption had been designed, the Sex
Shop guy had explained, to leave the mouth free for penetration while
stifling any shouts or cries and protecting from being bitten.  It fastened
round the back of her head with a buckle.  Good!  Still no protests and
still no need for conversation!  She did not look as if she bites but
better safe than sorry....  very sorry!

   I stood her facing the long mirror and watched as I stood behind her, my
arms around her pulling her back onto me a hand on each breast.  I could
feel there was no bra under the school shirt, and that none was needed as
her tits felt firm and warm.  I could not feel nipples through the cotton.
I stood like that for minutes, fondling her, teasing myself, and looking at
her face, fear in her eyes, her little fists clenched by her side.  Her
eyes met mine in the mirror and then she lowered her head, looking at the
patterned carpet.  No struggles.  Cowed.  Submissive.  A well-trained
slave, I thought.

   It was dead sexy watching my fingers caress her breasts through the
school shirt, thinking about those net-ball playing girls I watched
sometimes as they exercised behind high wire fences of the High School
sports field, remembering how I had imagined what those tits would feel
like under my palms, using the memory of these little cuties to fuel my
nightly wanking.  I squeezed them.  Firm!

   Here she was, mine!

   I had teased myself enough and my cock was stiff, pressed into her back
as I pulled her onto me.

   I pulled my t-shirt off.  pulled her close again, and still watching in
the mirror as if it were some porn video slowly popped the buttons on her
shirt, starting at the waist-band, four buttons to the neck-line.  No bra!
None needed!

   My hands inside her open shirt now, feeling the silky, warm skin,
stroking the roundness, nipples still soft.  I wondered if....  and yes!  I
squeezed each nipple hard between thumb and forefinger and although the
girl winced and gave a muffled cry her nipples stiffened.  I stroked her
breasts some more.

   I wanted to see!

   Her arms were still by her side, knuckles clenched, but no struggle and
it was as if she was frozen by fear and trepidation of what was happening,
and would surely follow.  I pulled the shirt up from the waist-band of her
skirt, off her shoulders, and threw it away.

   Now I could see those naked breasts.  And they were lovely!  Small,
about the size of Christmas clementines, round like champagne glasses, a
delightful hand-full each.  They were still tiny, but so was she, her bare
back and intricate hair-do pressed against my hairy chest, almost like a
toy, small breasts but in perfect proportion to the rest of her slender
torso.

   I caressed ad squeezed them feeling the nipples hard against my palms.
Their aureoles were still small, almost black against the brown of her
breasts, her nipples surprisingly long.  I found that if I pushed a nipple
in it popped up and out again when I released the pressure of my finger. 
Fun game!

   Her arse pressed against my cotton slacks as I made her lean back
against me.

   My girl-watching at the school fields was always brief.....  not good to
loiter too long there.....  but in the Shopping Centre I could sit on a
bench and watch to my heart's content, ogling those Saturday mini-skirted
young beauties, and fantasising slipping my hand up under the skirt to
fondle teenage flesh!  Mine was not the only hard cock sitting on those
benches!

   I felt her flat belly through the skirt.  lifted the hem to look at her
slender legs in the mirror.  and then higher......  dazzling white nylon
panties against her dark-brown thighs.

   She was trying to say something and I was glad I had her gagged.  Didn't
want any interruption of my pleasure, the approaching fulfilment of the
fantasy that had formed me.

   I let the skirt hem drop and slipped my hand under and onto the silky
warmth of her thigh.  She flinched, but still fists clenched and arms
frozen by her side.  Up now, slowly up the inside of her thigh to the
scarcely less silky satin of her panties, fingers at her crotch....  the
holy grail of my perving.  I had seen flashes of panty on the netball
court, even very rarely with the laughing, giggling gaggle of teenage girls
in the Arnedale, but now I could touch, feel and watch myself doing it.

   I could feel the lips of her pussy beneath the satin, and as I pulled
the panties tight, could see that crease, a fold in the white fabric.  I
watched in the mirror as I stroked her.  No dampness.  No arousal and
perhaps that would be asking too much?  Perhaps I did not even want her
aroused....  a slave girl?  I had a tube of lubricant on the dresser and
another upstairs on the bedside table.....





   Time for some real action: my cock was rock hard beneath my slacks and
there was already precum where it had pressed against her body, a dark mark
on the khaki cotton.

   I reached for the handcuffs and fasted her wrists in front of her.  The
steel was cold against her warm flesh and she winced.

   A red cord was already knotted through the ring-bolt in the ceiling, so
I just had to shove her to the centre of the room, raise her shackled hands
above her head and loop the cord through the handcuffs.  I pulled hard till
she was standing on the very tip of her toes, albeit still in her court
shoes, and secured the final knot.  I turned her so she was facing the
mirror and, behind her again so I could see, slipped both hands up her
skirt, one feeling the soft satin of her panty crotch, the other the satin
tight across her young butt.  I rubbed her pussy through the cloth, more in
hope than expectation, but was really mostly enjoying the feel of her firm,
jutting little bottom.  I have a thing for lingerie, especially
knickers.... though I don't look great in them (!): however, the feel of
nylon and satin always turns me on .  (Fur too, but not leather or rubber
particularly!)

   Memories of those shopping mall girlies returned, and I blessed the
drunken Des burbling on about Kasap and his lambs and goats and making all
this available to me, for real at last!

   A few minutes of this as I was in no hurry: it is often as good to
travel as to arrive....

   But finally I just had to see, so I undid the clasp at the side of her
skirt, unzipped the short zip as well, and the black cloth fell to her
ankles.  I pulled her shoes off.....  she was wearing no socks....  and the
pulled skirt over her ankles.  I had to tighten the cord a bit so she was
still on tip-toes, and her breasts brushed against me erotically: hard
little nipples, firm teenage flesh.

   I walked round her studying her.

   A tear rolled down her cheek.  Only one eye....  odd that!  Odd, too,
the fact that my cock twitched and oozed a drop of precum when I saw the
tear.  I must be a true sadist, I thought, to take real physical pleasure,
proven, from her distress......

   I picked up the cat-o'-nine-tails and gave it a practise swish though
thee air, where it made a satisfying whooshing sound.  Tears from both eyes
now, and dripping down onto those lovely tits.  It amused me for a moment
to consider savouring teenage breast with salt, another first for me.  So I
closed on her and licked a nipple, then ran my tongue over one lovely
little tit, then the other.  Delicious with salt!

   "Oh stop it girl!  I ain't hurt you yet!"

   But she was still giving a sort of sobbing noise, half-muffled by the
excellent gag.

   I raised the whip over my head....  bum or belly?  Back or front?  Well,
she was side on to me as she stood in front of the mirror so I could
choose. I chose that cute little white-satin clad bum and brought the
thongs down on and around it.  She flinched, and as I raised the whip again
lifted one foot from the floor, bending her leg to protect her butt and at
the same time showing me the really sexy shape of her thighs, hips, and
long slender legs.

   I cheated, shifted the lash to my other hand, and brought it down across
her belly and thighs.

   I suspect the pain was more psychological than physical, as those black
thongs were fairly soft leather.  So I gave her two more each side.

   There were less tears now.  Still panting little sobs, but no longer
weeping.  So perhaps I was right about the "toy" nature of the whip....  a
sex-toy and not the real thing.

   Fun for me, though.

   I put the whip down for a second and put my arms around her again,
feeling her tits and pressing my straining cock against her silky-smooth
skin.

   I reached down, both hands stroking and touching her belly as far as the
waistband of her knickers.  Then over the front of the satin across a firm,
flat belly, and down between her legs.  Pussy time!  It felt good under the
satin, the crease opening just a bit as I ran my finger along it, pressed
the side of my hand there.  No feeling of clitoris.  No dampness.  Her
thighs closed on my hand trapping it a moment, and then as if she realised
what she had done she opened her legs a wee bit and I stroked her, cupping
her whole pussy in my hand.

   I whispered in her ear.

   You have a lovely body, little-one, Tits to die for.  And here so firm
and trim, and your mound so rounded".  I pulled her knickers up tight. 
"And your pussy must look so pretty.  Time to show it to me...."

   I actually knelt in front of her to slowly pull her knickers down,
teasing myself....  but was ecstatic to find her pubes hairless, as smooth
as a prepubescent girl despite those lovely tits.  Someone had been keeping
her pussy young!  It was not gooseberry rough as if shaven, but as smooth
as her bottom which I was stroking with one hand as I lowered her panties
and felt the silky skin of her mound with my cheek.  Warm black silk!

   The white satin fell to her ankles, and I could study her pussy, an inch
from my face.  No-one had been messing with it....I had half-feared female
genital mutilation as the papers were full of it, apparently quite common
with her sort of girl.  No, it was lovely.  Hairless like her mons, but
with well-developed lips, looking voluptuous even.  In fact her pussy,
mound and lips, seemed almost out of proportion to her slender hips, flat
belly and long, fine legs.  Perhaps it was because there was no pubic hair,
but perhaps it really was a large pussy, developed by the constant exercise
her male partners must have given it.  How many different men did she
service in a working week?  I imagine she is very popular....

   This cutie was worth the money!  Worth double!

   There was the clean scent of teenage girl from her pussy: I wanted to
taste!

   Whipping and bondage forgotten for a moment, I wanted to savour that
plumping, ebony pussy.  It would be easier with her legs splayed wide open,
and I had the exact instrument for that, legs shackles and spreader-bar as
recommended by the Sex Shop.



   I had to loosen the ceiling rope and lower her hands so I could stand
her with her feet well apart and then it was a task of just moments to clip
the cuffs one on each ankle, and fix the spreader between them.  Now haul
on the silk rope so she is again on tip toes.

   Her little-girl hairless pussy looked even better: to balance on tip-toe
she had pushed her belly forward slightly.  This accentuated her pubic
mound, rounded unlike her flat belly, and drew the eyes down to her cunt,
pussy lips still closed shut, but looking swollen and not at all girlish.

   I picked up the hunting crop and held it by the strap end, using the
curved horn handle to open her cunt-lips.  I poked the horn between them,
hooked one lip, and pulled it sideways.  There beneath the light brown
flesh of her pussy was the gleaming pink of her cunt.  So pretty!  So sexy!

   I dropped the whip and knelt again now between her open legs.  I could
scent her pussy and opened it with thumb and forefinger.  There was the
little nub of her clitoris, and the darker red indicating the entrance to
her vagina.  Closed!  She would be tight, I hoped.  I pressed my lips to
the pink gash and tasted her.  Lovely!  Less spicy than a grown woman,
delightful.  I licked the length of it, and then round and round her clit.
It stiffened.  Glory be!  Despite her helpless condition, her earlier
sobbing, she could still be aroused.  This was getting better and better.

   I fondled her bottom and held her tight against my face, stimulating her
with my lips, tongue and even my nose: she bathed my face in the juices of
her arousal....  Her clitoris was now a hard little nub that I could feel
with my lips and my nose with every pass of my face up her crease.

   I think she might have cum if I had continued, but if that was at all
possible I wanted it to be on the bed with my cock up that enticing vagina.



   I unclipped the spreader but left the ankle and hand cuffs in place as I
pushed her up the stairs, keeping her moving with a couple of smart whacks
across her cute butt with my hunting crop.  I would have to be careful
using this as I had no wish to cause Kasap to "mark" me!

   On her back first, I decided, spread-eagled on the bed using the silk
ropes I had already fastened to the corners of my old iron bedstead.  I
realised that this old Victorian bed was ideal for bondage games, and
wondered how often this very bed had figured in Victorian marital frolics!
The anklets helped fasten her ankles, the handcuffs one wrist, so only her
left wrist actually had the rope around it.  I was careful to tighten it,
but not enough to cause a mark...

   So there she was exactly as I imagined that Plantation Boss had tied his
little black slave girl down to rape her after he had whipped her!

   But I had not whipped my slave enough yet, and those pretty tits,
standing so pert and proud, that tiny waist, boyish hips, so-feminine mons
veneris, those long slender legs, above all her defenceless open pussy ....
all this just invited a mixture of caresses and lashes.

   Lashes first!

   That look of fear in her eyes as I raised my whip.  She tried to say
something but the gag prevented her.  My cock twitched and a drop of
pre-cum ran down my knob.

   The third bow I discovered that by aiming at her belly, at arm's length,
I could make two black leather thongs strike her tits, two sneak down to
tickle up her thighs and pussy, while most landed on her belly and hairless
mound.

   "That's two, sweetie.  Only ten more!"

   The lash swept through the air whistling but the thongs struck silently.
They were clearly stinging, probably mostly her breasts and her cunt.  I
used the full strength of my right arm....  I'm quite a strong, beefy
lad....  but there was obviously no danger of "marking" her.  I wondered if
a white girl would flush pink under the lash, as I could not see anty
darkening of her already brown skin.

   Her nipples were still hard, giving the impression of pulling her
breasts upwards and outwards as if on invisible strings, an illusion of
course, but ultra-sexy.  Her clit was still hard as well, peeping shyly
out, pink between her part-open brown lips.  I began to think it was time I
fucked her.  Teased myself enough.  And by waiting so long I would
certainly get one hum-dinger of an orgasm.  By the look of that clit and
the puffy lips I would not need any lube.

   There was a tub of Anal-Silk (c) on the bedside table, that I had been
using in my new-found anal masturbation, getting myself ready for the visit
to the sauna I had promised myself, preparing my still-virgin arse for its
first fuck.  I had already graduated to the largest of the the butt plugs
and it would not be long now.

   No, she would not need lubricating, at least not her cunt.  Her
bottom-hole later, perhaps.

   I looked down at her, so cute and doll-like.  I got the impression she
was not looking at me, was concentrating on the ceiling over my shoulder. I
grasped her chin, and then placed my hand on her neck.  The other one too.
Her neck was not thin, I mean it was in proportion, but it was so slender I
could close my hands around it, Now she was looking at me, fear registering
in her eyes.

   It would be so easy to....  I tightened my hands around the silky skin,
feeling muscle and cartilage beneath.

   No!

   I let go and stroked downwards to her breasts, and then dragging my
finger tips down over her belly to those pretty cunt-lips, little-girl
hairless and closed, but almost grown-up puffy.  I opened them again.  Yes!
there was enough moisture there.

   "You're going to earn the money I paid The Butcher, I'm going to fuck
you now, sweetie.  You'll feel my hot meat filling your tight little cunt."

   She closed her eyes.  Perhaps she was trying to think this was all a bad
dream!  Or perhaps she wanted to pretend it was some young boy she fancied
and not this horrid, hairy, beefy man.  She had clenched her hands into
fists again, the only part of her body she could move, apart from her
eyelids!v

   I lay on top of her, reaching down for her cunt, opening the lips and
placing my cock.  I was dripping pre-cum and this would help I thought as I
pushed.  And pushed.  And pushed.

   She was tight!

   I spat on my fingers, anointed my knob with spittle, placed it again,
and pushed.  Ah!  This time I was in her and my cock moving up and into her
vagina till my knob touched her cervix just at the time my hairy crotch
rested on her smooth pubic bone.  I was in!  I was finally having the
little slave-girl of my teenage dreams!

   I let my full weight collapse on top of her, crushing her tits and her
face against me....  good job I had been warned she could bite.

   No quarter!  I fucked her hard and fast with no thought for her
pleasure, just the demands of my own cock and my own libido.

   It did not take long: I had been teasing myself for over an hour,
promising myself this tight black coochie.  Add to this the tightness of
her cunt, the feel of my knob striking her cervix at the top of each
thrust, of course the fulfilment of a desire that had figured in so many
masturbationary fantasies, and also to be honest sometimes when I was
fucking an adult whore I would have shut my eyes and kid myself it was a
nubile little plantation slave-girl.  Perhaps this act, the whipping and
the rape, would lay those demons to rest.

   So I came.  Not the biggest ever....  that was the sweet and willing
Cindy....  but a good cum, pumping several times deep inside her.

   I pulled my still-hard cock out and wiped it on her satin panties.  It
was gradually becoming limp, and I needed a piss.

   "Don't go away".

   I laughed.



   After my piss I decided to get a beer.  A cigarette would have been
good, but after my successful struggle I was not going to succumb, so a
beer it was.  I returned to the bed-room swigging from the bottle.

   Jesus!  Just in time.

   She had managed to slip one hand out of the loop of rope and use it to
free the other and one ankle.  She was bending forward and picking at the
other foot as I walked in.  I remembered the guy's warning that I should
watch her as she wanted to escape.

   "Naughty!  I told you not to go away!"

   Her tits looked good as she bent forward....  keeping their lovely
roundness without the slightest hint of a sag or any loss of shape.

   She had removed the gag too!  But only said one word , a plaintive,
whimpering "Please...."

   I jumped on top of her, flattening her again, and undid the secured
ankle before roughly turning her over an sitting astride her back to
stretch her arms out and tie her wrists down again.  Real tight this time!

   I knelt between her legs and looked down at her.  I felt her head, those
strange plaited lines of hair close to her scalp: they looked better than
they felt.  The plantation boss's slave had woolly hair....  I expect that
neither looked nor felt good.  Give me nice, shiny shoulder-length hair, I
thought.  European girls....  Indian too.  Lovely hair.  Never mind!  She
had a great little body, and without the breasts to distract me I could see
how slender she was, small with such narrow shoulders and thin arms.  Not
skinny: sexily slender like a teenage girl should be, back flawless and
silky sing as I ran my fingers down the length of it to her butt.  She
shivered, so I did it again.  any reaction from the quiet and so submissive
lass was welcome.

   My cock was stiffening again, sort of half-hard.

   Slim hips, boyish.  One day I should have a boy, I thought.

   I grabbed a pillow and slipped it under her belly so her bottom jutted
even more than it did naturally.  A great arse!  An arse to die for!  An
arse worthy of fucking.  I had one palm on each buttock, lightly caressing
to feel the silkiness, the smoothness, and then more grasping to feel the
athletic firmness of young flesh and fit muscles.  Her pussy lips looked so
good from behind as well, closed tight despite their fucking, puffed up,
yes, but smooth and hairless.  A purse with treasure inside!

   I parted her buttocks.  A cute little tight-closed anus, darker than the
light brown of the flesh inside her bum-crease.  Kissable!  I bent over and
licked, then planted a full-on wet kiss on it.  I pursed my tongue and
rimmed her, round and round the tight-closed opening, and then penetrated
with my pointed tongue.  She flinched.  I laughed and stuck it in again.

   My cock was rock-hard now....  no precum but even stiffer than it had
been for her cunt.

   I dipped my fingers into the tub of lube and spread a dollop over her
anus, and then, two-fingered inside it.

   "No!  Please!  Not in there.  It will hurt.  Please, mister....."

   "Be quiet or you'll get the gag again.  I'm sure this ain't the first
time you've been buggered, sweetie, so just shut up and it'll be over
quicker."

   I had been working my fingers in and out, rotating them, finger-fucking
her to open her nicely.  I pulled them out.  Clean!  Someone had douched
her before sending her out.  I wiped the remaining lube on my cock and
placed my knob just right.  A push, a little yelp, and I was in!

   I had intended to spank her a bit before fucking her arse, but got
carried away, so I just enjoyed my fuck.  If her cunt had been tight, her
are was really delightful and accommodated the full length of my cock.  I
fucked her long and slow strokes, not to protect her, but just so I would
not come too quick.  I had seldom had a bottom to fuck, never a black girl,
and never a teenager....  just whores.  So this was going to last.

   And it did, several minutes, and when I felt I might soon cum I pulled
out for a bit, my cock twitching and dribbling onto her buttocks.

   I parted them, and saw something for the first time.  Her arse-hole was
gaping oen, amazingly open for such a tiny girl.

   But spanking time.  Butt-spanking time!

   "This is for trying to escape!"

   I slapped her hard again and again, left hand, right hand, the sound of
my open palm against her bottom echoing in my bedroom.  Nothing else.... 
no sobbing or whimpering.  She must be resigned to it, I thought, and
perhaps being spanked was a constant part of her life.  I imagined that a
lot of men would want to slap such a cute, rounded, silky bottom, so fit
and jutting so provocatively.  And most would want to bugger her too, I
guessed: so difficult to find a pretty girl who allowed that.  My
experience with whores was either it was very expensive...  to much for my
purse...  or they were old and past it.  Desperate.  This was succulent and
delightful, and above all submissive.
I caressed her buttocks, giving my arms a rest: my hands were beginning
to sting so I imagined I must have freshened up her arse-cheeks a lot.  Oh
yes!  So firm and silky!  I pulled them apart and her anus was now shut
tight again.  That gaping invitation to buggery had only lasted a fleeting

moment, I guessed.

   My cock twitched.  sometimes it has a life of its own, demanding
satisfaction.

   Shit!  I wanted that tight little hole again.

   No extra lube this time, just some spit on the knob, place it, shove and
in again, as warm and tight as before.

   And now a ruthlessly fast and hard fuck driving myself on to orgasm.  No
holds barred this time.

   Bed wrestling!  I lay on top of her giving her my full weight and using
my hips to drive myself in and out her arse, reaching round and under her,
both hands now grasping a tit.  Lovely.  Tight arse and firm little tits.

   God!  I was coming!

   And this was a big orgasm, coiling itself in my own arse, then in my
balls, and finally in my cock till I felt a gusher of cum spit out of my
knob at the very end of a thrust.  Squeeze her tits, pull back, shove
again, another gusher, and then a third.

   When I pulled out I parted her buttocks to see again the phenomenon of
the gaping-wide arse-hole.  I was right...  it does not last long, and as I
watched it gradually closed to be that little-girl petalled flower again.
Only now there was some of my white cum that had leaked out, or perhaps
spilled as I pulled out.

   No shit on my cock as I wiped it on her panties again.



   And that was it!  I left her in bondage while I called Kasap's man, who
said he would be round in ten minutes to collect her.

   I had used only half of my allowed time, but that was enough for me.

   I released her from the ropes but handcuffed her hands in front of her
again before I took her downstairs.

   I was about to tell her to dress, when I had a better idea.

   I sat her on the settee, and beside her played with her tits and cunt
until the door-ell rang.  I made her kneel with her face in the cushions.

   As he came in he saw her and smiled.

   "You fucked her in the arse?"

   "Yeah, Cunt and arse and whipped her a bit.  You want her.  You can fuck
her if you want.  I still got over an hour I paid for."

   I watched as he loosened his belt and dropped his jeans Good muscular
arse, long cock with a small, almost pointed cut knob.  Ideal for buggering
I thought.  It looked big, but probably that was because he had no pubic
hair: hairy thighs and arms, but no hair on his pubes, balls, arse or
belly.
I watched as he shafted the girl....  no lube and I assume my cum was
doing the job for him.  His arse muscles moved sexily, and I realised it
would be good to be fucked by a guy as strong as this.  I enjoyed my
butt-plug and the vibrating dildo even more.  But surely a hot, hard cock

would be best.

   Ah well!  I would have to go to the sauna.

   He was quick, and after I unlocked the cuffs we stood and watched her
dress....lovely contrast of white satin (despite some damp stains now) and
her brown flesh.

   I didn't tip her.  After all, who tips a slave?