Message-ID: <12598eli$9806301222@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12598.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part twenty seven Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <359777aa.7379916@news.telepac.pt> In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. http://www.mschristine.com/cd.html Part Twenty-seven Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson. David dejectedly climbed on the bed as Karin grinned at his frustration. He was beginning to realise the lengths she would go to, to keep him in this permanent state of frustration. His hopes rose again when Karin climbed astride his hips and started to writhe her vulva against his penis. Perhaps after all she had only been teasing. One hand massaging her breast, the other stimulating her clitoris, she was warming up quickly. After all this had been in the back of her mind all day, and especially over dinner at Christine's. When David started to moan with pleasure Karin moved back and slapped his penis. "See what I mean, thinking of your own lustful desires again." She reached for a ruler on the bedside table and slapped his prick with it, stopping only when it was red raw. Karin now found David's moans much more exciting to listen to! All the perfect ingredients for Karin's pleasure and excitement were now there. Male humiliation and degradation, frustration, pain. These were her pleasures! Karin moved up, placing her clitoral area over David's eyes. The dildo resting between her buttock cheeks. Her fingers moving in a blur as she stimulated herself, she teased, "Two peepholes for you to peek through, Creep." As she neared her first peak, she moved back a little and lowered herself onto David's 'new penis'. Moaning in ecstasy, her first orgasm followed almost immediately. Her second was a long time coming, primarily because Karin was enjoying delaying it. She had converted a man's face into an object to be used for her pleasure. The concept was as psychologically stimulating as it was physically. She had managed to turn intercourse into an act of cruelty. In the very act of taking pleasure she could simultaneously indulge in such glorious wickedness. She rode her new 'toy', bouncing up and down, subjecting the face below her to a pounding. For her third orgasm she leaned forward, using David's nose as a clitoral stimulator, she writhed upon his face, keeping the dildo deep within her. The thoughts and feelings that passed through David's mind as he lay there watching her through his two eyeholes, defy description. He was passively indulging in intercourse in a way that would have been beyond his wildest imaginings only days before. Yet no physical pleasure was given to him. Every man's dream, a woman riding him passionately, had been perverted by her. The intensely erotic sensation of watching a woman vigorously writhing in intercourse now distorted. The pleasure of knowing that you were giving her such ecstasy, had been transmuted into a grotesque mockery. The indignity was amplified by the excitement he felt while being used in this way. The intense arousal caused by watching her take her pleasure. Karin eventually collapsed and fell off of David. She reclined on the bed, ordering, "Undress me, Prickface." Her joke caused a giggling fit as she watched David attend to her, with his second prick waggling ridiculously in front of his face. When he had finished, Karin, still giggling, repeated the joke, "Go to bed now Prickface. Wash the useful prick in warm soapy water, douse the other one in cold water." The lock clicked behind David as he entered his room. Karin set the video to record before she fell asleep leaving David's light on. Satiated, and too tired to play any more games she resolved to check on David's behaviour in the morning. Now that these video recorders had fast scan modes, it would be easy to see if he had misbehaved during the night. It would take but a few moments to check. It was ironic to think that such 'man made' technology could be so gainfully employed. ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. 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