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Readers this story is a highly edited chapter of a long novella posted

in Kristen's Collection.

   I have edited it to make it more of an erotic "stand-a-lone story"
removing much of the background required to retain continuity, in the main
novella,

   I hope you enjoy it;

   The complete (almost) series O-2000 starts
here.../~Kristen/12/o-01.txt

   Party By "SafeWord"

   (Fdom/f, org, oral, bd, v) <<< V means violence Dedicated to: Deirdre,
Who could say more in fewer words than I'll ever manage: to: Lenny Bruce
for his courage to: O

   "Satisfy?  The entreaties of your mistress?  Satisfy?  Let that
suffice." The Winter's Tale A I, S II, L 234

   That morning, for the first time, I awoke , wrapped in J's arms, as I
opened my eyes, she smiled and kissed my forehead.  Lying very still, she
had been holding me gently, as I slept.  We mustered ourselves up then set
out to enjoy the day, dressed in swimsuits , bright colorful shawls and
long tie on skirts.  We looked very touristy.  Down the lush flowered paths
we wandered to our breakfast, me not moving quite so fast.  My bum being a
little tender .

   The day's plan was simple...  swim and sun bath.  A charter group of
British girls had arrived that morning on a two week stay and we joined up
with them.  We were pleased to have someone to talk to.  Most of the resort
was filled with German tourists and J and I didn't speak a word of German.
J and I enjoyed a decisive lead on our new friends on the tanning race as
our skin was already turning a golden brown.  On the beach, J and I removed
our tops, while the British girls, just stared at one another, but the
endless stream of drinks soon broke down their inhibitions and off came
theirs also.  Every where you looked was all tits and ass.  Some of our
waiters, who were all young slender males, had visible hardons, which
amused us all to no end.

   All day long we drank, partied , splashed in the water and talked up a
storm.  J had bruised my bum pretty bad the night before, so I had to keep
my bikini wrapper on , even in the water, but no one seemed to notice.  For
lunch we staggered and tip-toed across the hot sand over to the
American-style lunch-counter on the beach edge.  Good old hamburgers, hot
dogs and fries.  I love French food, but nothing beats a burger, but they
had no relish, which was silly.

   The afternoon turned cloudy and the flesh parade disappeared.  We moved
into the main lounge, spending the time playing board games.  J and I
enjoyed a real run at Trivial Pursuit as most of the questions were
American oriented, until one of the girls returned with a British version.
Then they smoked us.

   As the day wore on, not one girl in our giggling group was sober.  Even
J was in the spirits, literally.  I don't drink too much but had a light
buzz on all day.  We had supper together and four of us wound up back at
J's suite after the resort's bar closed.  We raided the suite's mini-bar,
for refills.  The British girls, Jessica, a slender poised brunette and
Anna, a cute but giggley blond were surprised by the large size and
appointments of our suite compared to theirs.  J lied and told them she
knew someone in the administration, who had upgraded her room.  She saw no
need to tell them that she owned the resort.  Someone turned on the radio,
which was playing sexy Latin tunes.  J grabbed me around the waist, holding
me tight to her and we danced.  The British girls also slipped into each
others arms.  We hugged and swayed, necking away.  Changing partners in
various combinations, new arms , new lips.  Stopping only between songs, to
catch our breath and sip our drinks.

   The first time I saw J and her partner necking.  I was jealous, but
Jessica noticed and assertively , kissed me.  Her dancing tongue on my lips
and deep into my mouth soon made me forget everything.  The dancing turned
into a standup necking, petting session.  J suggested that I show my friend
my room and my partner's eyes said a decisive...  Yes!

   Jessica didn't want a tour of my room though, just of me.  I had left on
a light for mood and as we lay on my bed necking and petting.  I could see
J and Anna making love, though the open door.  I wanted to watch but
Jessica urgently demanded my attention.  We undressed each other franticly,
without getting out of bed, something difficult, but fun.  She started to
remove my shorts but I stopped her.  Whispering, that I couldn't this week
. She pouted in disappoint, but my lips on her breasts , cured that.  Her
nipples were rock hard and as I suckled and tongued them, she purred with
pleasure.  My tongue began a slow lingering licking tour of her cleam white
body.  Nibbling, kissing, licking, sucking, her tummy, her thighs, her toes
and back up to her mound.  Her eyes looked down on me, full of wonder as I
licked gently at her closed sex.  Her hand, resting lightly on my head,was
defensive, until my tongue whiggled it's way inside her , opening her.  Her
hand then became demanding, pushing my face into her wetness.  My fingers
and lips brought her to shuddering orgasm, then another.  Smiling, her hand
pushed me away and I slid up the bed beside her, to cuddle.

   After a while, the light became brighter in J's room.  They were taking
a break for drinks, so Jessica and I, wrapped ourselves in bed sheets and
joined them.  It wasn't long before I returned to my room with J's partner
Anna in hand.  No words were said; it just happened.  Once again my lips
roamed and tasted strange new flesh as my tongue worked speechlessly.  This
girl was passive, never moving or even opening her eyes as I pleasured her.
Nor made any move to kiss or caress me.  I didn't care--my voyage of
discovery was pleasure enough.  After I had tongued her for the longest
time, using my best techniques I had to give up.  I couldn't tell if she
was enjoying what I was doing, had reached a climax or what.  My tongue
though had enough and I admitted defeat, joining her on my pillow.  We held
each other and napped.

   The lights went back on in J's room.  It was almost morning and Jessica
was up, wanting to leave.  Partially dressed, she came in to wake Anna.  I
lay there while Anna went into J's room to get dressed.  Standing close to
the bed Jessica reached out and tenderly touched my cheek, trailing her
fingers across my lips.  I snaked out my tongue to taste her fingers.  They
tasted of J.  As she watched me lick her fingers, she nudged them into my
mouth.  Smiling down at me as she watched me suck on them.  Her other hand,
drew my face into her crotch and she was starting to unbutton her skirt
when Anna called out that she was ready to go; Stopping , she gripped my
head tightly with sexual tension then smiling, released me.  I licked my
lips and she gasped, but again her friend whined impatiently, that she was
waiting.  Telling me that she'd see me again , Jessica blew me a kiss and
hurried off.

   Sometime during the night J slipped into my bed, to cuddle and be held.
In the morning ,as light brightened up the room, we lay snuggled in each
other's arms.  She asked if I had enjoyed myself; my nose burrowing into
her neck and sigh of contentment; my answer.  Our flurry of kisses soon
made me want to pleasure her but she stopped me and directed one of my
hands down to where she was wearing a pair of panties and light protection.
I whispered, "so what", but she shook her head no.  She was much too
sensitive during her time.  She laughed at my pout and we got up and
showered together.  Her panties remained on, to my annoyance.  Dressed, we
went off for breakfast.

   Don't let anyone tell you that the tropics are all fun and sun.  It was
another cloudy cool day and had rained, during the night adding a wet sheen
everywhere.  After breakfast we drifted into the lounge.  Our new friends
found us there.  Once more we played games and when the bar opened, drinks
appeared in massive quantities.  I noticed J whispering with Jessica but I
paid 'a never mind' to them even when they looked over at me.  After a
while, Jessica and two other girls to whom I hadn't been introduced asked
us if we wanted to join them for drinks in their room.  J begged off,
saying that she had work to do on her laptop and linking up was a hassle.

   I declined also, but J told me to go off and have a good time; advising
me that she would be poor company for the rest of the day as she a lot of
work to catch up on.  So along I went, hand in hand, with Jessica, the
other two following behind.

   In her room, Jessica opened a bottle of Dolcetto D'Alba,Grasso and we
sat on the two twin-beds sipping the rich wine, chilled with ice.  Jessica
beside me, the other girls, whose names I still did not know, on the other
bed facing us.  We talked but soon ran out of things to say.  Looking up
from staring at my drink.  I caught the last of a look passing between
them. I wasn't sure what it was about but then Jessica leaned over close
me. When I turned to her, she kissed me, deeply.

   I kissed back until we pulled apart, out of breath.  We smiled
self-consciously at the other girls who were watching us, silently.  The
room was charged.  Jessica took an ice cube in her hand and reached towards
me.  I thought she wanted to place it in my mouth, but she drew it across
my lips.  The melting ice dripped down my chin as I lapped out my tongue to
lick it.  She moved the ice just slightly away as I moved to follow it. 
All of us giggling at my efforts.  She stopped and let my tongue capture
the ice and lick at it, like a kitten with milk.  She cupped the ice in her
fingers up over my upturned face; coldness on my lips .  Her fingers hide,
protected, from my frantic licking.  The ice, soon gone, her cool wet
fingers moved to my mouth and across my lips.

   I stopped, but she leaned her face to mine, her lips almost touching,
and pressed her fingers against my lips.  "No; Don't , keep licking."

   The room was dead silent.  I licked her at fingers and let her put them
in my mouth.  "Suck on em."

   I closed my eyes and sucked her fingers.

   Someone removed my drink from my shaking hand while other fingers,
unbuttoned my blouse.  Jessica kissed my shut eyelids as her fingers moved
into my mouth keeping my tongue working.  Many hands busied on me now,
undoing my clothes, my bra and blouse were slid off me.  My skirt was
undone and I started to protest, but the Jessica firmly gripped my jaw as
she kissed me , stilling my protests.  Insistent hands made me lift my hips
and pulled my skirt and panties off.  Other hands slid my beach thongs off.
Disrobed and stripped.  Their hands ran over my nakedness.  A voice said,
"She's bruised.  She's been spanked."

   Jessica drew me into her arms, leaning me forward so they could examine
my bruised rear.  Then she tilted my head back, running her fingers back
and forth across my lips.  "So that's why you lied.  You were hiding that.
You were a bad girl and were punished, weren't you?  Are you a bad girl? 
Would you like to be spanked again?  Tina, get me a belt."

   "Are you going to...?"

   "Maybe; Not if she does as she told." then to me "Get down...  here,"
her hands pushed me unto my knees on the floor.  I opened my eyes, and
watched, as she stood above me, leisurely undressing.  One of the other
girls handed her a light plastic belt which she waved at me.  "This is for
you if you're bad!  You two, get undressed, She's gonna do all of us! 
We're going to have a little lick-a-thon.  "

   She slid her panties off and shoved them in my face, " Taste em ...  go
on I know you like my taste , you did last night."

   I sniffed at her soiled panties and the girls behind us giggled.  Naked,
Jessica sat down on the bed and spread her knees, revealing her glistening
pussy.  Her fingers gestured me to her.  "Okay honey, come to mama , get
your face in here, you know you want to.  Show us how good you are with
that quick little tongue."

   Laughter and giggles brought a flush to my face but I crawled between
her legs and nuzzled into her musky juncture.  Her little bikini patch
above her clit tickled my nose as I suckled and licked at her folds.  She
pushed my head down, lower...until my tongue was at her rosebud.  "Lick me
there honey, oh yeah, do you like that?  Little ass licker."

   She directed my mouth around her lower openings with crude comments to
the others, about how slowly I was licking, or that I was not sticking my
tongue into her anus, deeply enough.  The girls around me laughed excitedly
but hushed when my tongue lashing finally had effect and Jessica buckled in
grunting orgasm.  I continued my licking , but was pushed off away and
sprawled, on the floor at their feet.

   My rest was short; one of the girls took me by my earlobe and painfully
dragged me between her legs.  Her pussy , a mass of hair, wet, dripping in
lust.  I tentatively probed her with my tongue, wondering how she wore a
bikini?  Her essence was honey and I lapped at like a ravenous glutton to
the delight of my audience, and the ecstatic writhing of the girl I
pleasured.  Grabbing my hair she ground her pussy unto my face, crying out
as she came.  Her gushing cream, filling my hungry mouth, till once more I
was pushed away and lay prostrate.

   A gentle knock at the door and girlish titters announced others, had
joined us.  Firm hands lifted my head to another wet flower, her taste,
strawberries, her legs, wrapped around me, muffling the conversation with
the new arrivals.  My mouth kept down, working.

   I hear Jessica saying.  "Oh don't worry, we didn't touch her, her friend
did that.  We are just putting her mouth to use.  Don't worry, she's a
submissive.  She likes it.  The belt just a prompt to her nature.  Just get
your things off and wait your turn."

   I was dismissed by my present owner, her passion laid waste.  A new
jockey used my braids to steer my nose into her.  More slippery wetness,
tasting of sea salt , sweet sweat and lust.



   A firm knock at the door brought consternation to the room.  One of the
girls opened the door and spoke to someone outside.  She called over, "It's
two men, and they want to speak to her!"

   "Tell them she's busy right now."

   "I don't think so!  They look serious.  They're wearing suits and are
really big!  I think they're bodyguards or something."

   My head was released and I was helped up.  Half a dozen young women
stood around me in silence.  The room of semi-clad, women, were mostly
looking very nervous and a seemed frightened.  All were staring at me.  I
waited and someone got me a damp face cloth.  Grabbing up a saran; I
wrapped it around me, knotting it at the front.  After checking my
appearance I went to the door and opened it.

   Two of my 'garde du corps' stood politely in the hall.  My giant savior
and another older, watchful man, hanging back.  I stepped out into the hall
showing them I was not compelled to be where I was.  Thinking to myself,
aFreudian lie.

   "Sorry ma'am, we lost you again and had to tell Miss J.  She told us
where you were and instructed us to make sure you didn't need for anything.
She wants to know, if you will be joining her for supper?"

   The door being wide open behind me, the hushed room heard our every
word.

   "Sorry guys.  I didn't mean to get you in trouble.  I'll let tell you
next time I'm slipping off to a little party.  What time is it?"

   "5:00, ma'am."

   "Tell J.  I'll join her at 7:00.  The party should be spent by then,
giving me time to change for supper."

   "Ok ma'am, we'll be near by."

   "Good!  Smile guys!  Don't look so fierce, you're scarring all my
friends."

   They managed weak smiles and left and I returned to the room, closing
the door behind me.  I walked to the center of the room between the beds.
They all watched me in silence, as I removed the saran and took the little
belt from Jessica hands.  Looping the belt around my neck as an impromptu
leash, I dropped to my knees and asked, "Where were we?"

   No one moved.  Then one girl was nudged and she took hold of my leash.
Delicately the leash drew my mouth to worship, ransack, another moist open
flower.  I was passed around quietly from girl to girl, each reluctantly
relinquishing control.

   But no more crude comments were made, no sneering jeers just cries of
orgasmic delight.  Their hands guided me gently, their instructions and
directions tentative.

   I was disgusted and disappointed.  Their mob bravado had been shattered
by my guard's threatening 'force majeure'.  In compensation , I lost myself
in my feast, giving them as much enjoyment of me, as they dared to take.

   After all had , had me , I waited.

   One of the girls said, "I'd love for you...  to kiss me again, but it's
6:30."
I nodded, got up and dressed.  None of the women said a thing as I left,
but they all of them kissed my cheek as a token of their thanks; all of

them that is, except Jessica.

   Hurrying down the hall, I almost collided with my guards waiting in the
stairwell alcove.  "Lets go guys.  I'm late and have to get changed."

   J was waiting for me in the restaurant lobby and we went to dinner
without a word about my afternoon adventure.  We enjoyed a pleasant meal as
we talked about her work.  Afterwards we sat drinking Irish Coffee's, and
we watched the resort's evening stage show.  Then, we retired to our rooms
for the evening.

   As I was changing J opened our adjoining door and stood in the doorway,
watching me.  She was wearing a black bra and panties, graced with matching
garter belt and nylons.  Her hand held a wide leather belt and a handful of
nylon stockings.  I stripped naked and stood before her, hands at my side,
head lowered.  She led me into her washroom , her high pumps clicking on
the tile floor.  Taking my hands she tied them to the shower rod.  Sliding
off her panties, she stuffed them deep in my mouth, Gagged silent , I
watched her turn on the taps, the water splashed and hissed into the sink,
as she closed the door.

   The sound of the running water drowned out the vicious slaps of the belt
on my breast, thighs and ass.  Her scented gag muffled my cries.  She beat
me slowly and steadily for an hour then left me, hanging limp by my wrists
in the dark.

   Sometime later the light came back on and she lifted my tear-streaked
face to hers.

   "Are you ok?"

   I nodded, yes.

   She slowly nodded.  Stepped back and raised her arm.  Then resumed ,
using the belt on me, until her arm could rise no more.