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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
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Attone - Part 3 (Fdom-F, MF, orgy, slave)
by AnonPIXNIX Author (c) 1990
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Cheryl refilled the wine glasses, picked up the camera,
stood up and moved out of John's way as he covered the table. She
walked around Barbara and stopped behind her to admire her ass
again. She continued around until she was just inches away from
Barbara's face. She lifted her hand to Barbara's breast and
gently cupped it, marveling at how firm it was. She had not
expected Barbara to be in such great shape, and she certainly did
not expect herself to be as excited as she was. She had not worn
panties and could feel her juices trickling out of her pussy and
soaking her thighs. As her eyes glanced over to see how John was
doing she noticed his hard-on had gotten bigger and seemed ready
to bust out of his pants. She thought about how good this night
was going to be and how great future nights were going to be.
Gradually, she thought, she' have Barbara groveling to lick her
ass while John fucked her. She was on the brink of orgasm when
she caught herself and focused her attention to the job at hand.
Cheryl positioned Barbara towards the center of the room and
took couple of pictures of her standing in that embarrassing
position. Barbara fought back the urge to close her eyes and kept
staring at the painting as Cheryl moved around her and snapped
some more shots from the rear, then the side. She was aware of
John's presence and wanted desperately to look into his eyes
thinking that doing so would transport her to another place. Her
peace was shattered and her fears heightened when Cheryl spoke.
"Barbara, I want a picture of you with your nipples hard.
Play with them nipples until they're hard. Do you remember
telling me how much you enjoyed having your breasts played with?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's voice was beginning to
crack. Slowly, she moved her hands from behind her head to her
breasts and began massaging her nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers. She blinked when the flash went off again, and
again. She willed her body to make her nipples hard so she could
stop this in front of John. Where was he, anyway? She longed to
look around for him but settled for fantasizing that it was his
hands playing with nipples and soon realized that they were
indeed getting harder.
"That didn't take long, did it slave?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara heard Cheryl's question and
heard herself reply, but she continued with her fantasy and
playing with her nipples.
John poured another glass of wine for himself and sat on the
chair while Cheryl busied herself with the camera. He never
dreamed he could desire his wife so much as at this minute. He
was on the verge of exploding and knew he had to do something
pretty soon. As Cheryl got between him and Barbara, He noticed he
could see up her dress and was not surprised to see she wasn't
wearing panties. Her ass looked perfect and the wetness he
noticed on the inside of her thighs made him want her as much as
he wanted Barbara.
"Let's not get carried away, Barbara." Cheryl's voice broke
the silence and seemed to waken the room from a misty dream. "Put
your hands behind your head again while I get some shots of your
pretty little titties."
Click. Click. Pop. Pop.
"There. That should take care of the R-rated stuff. Lie down
on the table on your back; hands behind your head, legs strad-
dling the table, feet flat on the floor."
Barbara moved quickly to the table. Anything would be better
than standing there like that, she thought. Once in position, she
realized how wrong she was. The air hitting the inside of thighs
and flowing across her vagina then down over her anus when Cheryl
adjusted the pillow under her, made her feel more humiliated and
vulnerable than ever. While her eyes remained wide open, she
barely noticed Cheryl moving around over her and the camera
flashing. She did, however, feel the heat of the flash on her
pussy and knew that some of these pictures were close-ups.
Her thoughts drifted back to John, somewhere in the room,
watching her being subjected to this. She wondered whether he was
embarrassed for her and angry at Cheryl. Perhaps was he getting
excited watching her going through these motions. The possibility
of John's excitement made it a little easier. She didn't attempt
to understand how, or why, he would get excited at her dilemma
but she thought at least she was doing something good for him.
That thought made it possible for her to reach down between her
legs and spread her vagina wide open when Cheryl ordered her to.
It allowed her to answer "Yes, Mistress Cheryl" when admonished
to do so before carrying out each order.
"Why, Barbara, I believe you're finally getting a little wet
down there." Cheryl's observation made Barbara blush even more.
"Now I want your feet in the air, spread as far as you can, so I
can get some shots of your pussy and ass hole."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." The coarse language increased
Barbara's embarrassment. She and Cheryl always used such language
when they talked to one another, but this was different. John was
present and Cheryl was talking about her pussy and asshole.
Nonetheless, she carried out the order, raised her legs and
spread them.
She winced in pain as Cheryl grabbed her ankles and spread
her legs even wider. She assured Cheryl that she would try to
keep them there, but knew she couldn't do that for any length of
time. It helped relieve the strain when she put her arms around
her legs and spread her cheeks as Cheryl had ordered so that she
could get a better shot of her puckered ass.
"This won't do, Barbara. You're not holding your legs far
enough apart. John, would you mind giving your wife a hand? Stand
at her head and grab her ankles so you can spread her legs wide
for me."
John jumped to his feet and darted to his appointed posi-
tion. He grabbed Barbara's ankles and forced her legs as far
apart as he thought she could bear. Momentarily his eyes crossed
Barbara's and he was both ashamed for helping with her degrada-
tion and excited with the participation at the same time.
"My, my. Look at you, John. You're hornier than a dog in a
kennel full of bitches in heat." Cheryl laughed at John's predic-
ament. "Maybe we can do something about that. Barbara, I'd like
you to give John some relief so he can be more useful. You will
suck him off while we're busy posing you for your album, won't
you?"
No, no. Barbara wanted to scream out. Not here under these
lights. Not with you watching and snapping pictures. This is
something sacred. This is between him and me. This is something
we share alone, in our bed, in darkness. Her heart told her to
end the charade, kick Cheryl out of the house and rid herself of
this nightmare.
She was shocked to hear herself say "Yes, Mistress Cheryl,"
still in shock when she felt John's hands around her ankles again
and saw his rock hard cock dangling inches above her face. She
didn't know why she parted her lips and allow him to enter her
mouth. She had never done it in this position before. Her head
rocked back, and she felt his cock sliding down the back of her
throat as he rocked his hips back and forth as if he were fucking
her face. She had never been able to take him so deep before. She
became oblivious to her surroundings and began bobbing her head
in time with his hips.
Cheryl was beside herself; John was as big as she'd fanta-
sized. She watched Barbara take his huge cock all the way into
her mouth and knew she had found the perfect couple. The sight
made her stop taking pictures and watch for a while. After a
short pause she went back to work taking close-ups of Barbara
spreading her pussy lips, then spreading her ass, then of Barbara
sucking John's cock. She had never been able to change the film
as quickly as she did when she ran out in the middle of all this.
She definitely wanted to get a picture of him coming and shouted
at him to pull out of Barbara's mouth just before he came and to
come over her tits. He never answered but she was too busy taking
pictures to hear him if he had. Finally, she saw him pull his
cock out of her mouth and aimed the camera just in time to get
some shots of his come covering her tits and open mouth. She
thought he'd never stop coming. It was everywhere, as if it
wasn't a cock but a rubber bag filled with semen. Eventually, he
did stop coming and began losing his erection. She saw the cock
slowly throb and it reminded her of the way a track star slowly
came to rest after a race. Not just stop when it was over, but
gradually slow the pace down until finally collapsing into a
heap. She looked at Barbara lying there. Her eyes were closed and
her head tilted as far back as possible, but she still had her
fingers spreading her ass wide open...just as Cheryl had ordered.
Cheryl's voice hit Barbara like a hammer. She had drifted
off and now was crashing back to Earth. When she jumped, she
almost pulled her legs out of John's hands and she let go of her
cheeks for a brief instant, but quickly recovered and spread them
open. She opened her eyes and stared straight up at John's cock,
which was still forming droplets which, in turn, dripped onto
face. His balls were no more than 10 inches above her forehead
and swung gently in the air. She had not heard what Cheryl had
said and wasn't sure whether she ask her to repeat it or maybe
just ignore her in the hopes that she was not talking to her, but
just making a comment.
"Let's see now: closing your eyes; failure to answer me...
your punishment is beginning to build up. I can't say that I
blame you though, after that. I had no idea you were such a good
cocksucker, Barbara. We're just gonna have to videotape your
technique sometime so we'll have a reference for novices. Now!
Answer me!. Did you enjoy sucking John's cock?"
Barbara's felt her face redden again. She had enjoyed it,
but loathed Cheryl's presence and the way it came about...that had
ruined the whole thing.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl," she stammered.
"Good. Let's see just how much you enjoyed it. Let go of
your ass and spread that pussy wide...and I mean wide...so we can
see just how wet you are." Cheryl picked up the camera again and
leaned forward.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara let go of her ass and
brought her hands around between her legs, spreading her vagina
as far open as she could. `For all the world to see,' she said to
herself sarcastically. She felt something entering her ever so
slowly and realized it was Cheryl's finger. Cheryl's finger went
all the way and in and then moved around a bit before it began to
withdraw.
Cheryl looked at her finger, wet with Barbara's juices, and
looked back at Barbara's face. "Well, you are wet, aren't you?
Look what you've done to my finger. Now use your tongue to clean
it off."
Barbara saw Cheryl's finger and felt it's tip at her lips.
She began to get sick from the thought of licking it and didn't
do anything but stare at it.
"Would you rather we start our punishment now?" Cheryl said.
"It won't be easy for this offense. If you know what's good for
you you'll get that tongue working on this finger right this
minute!"
Barbara took a deep breath and held it as she opened her
mouth and allowed her tongue to start licking Cheryl's finger.
While she was licking she kept looking up at John's balls,
imagining that she was licking his cock instead. The taste did
not repulse her but the knowledge of what she was licking, and
where it had been, did. She wondered what the expression on
Cheryl's face was. Was she somber, smiling, ecstatic or just
plain gloating. She wanted to glance down but felt too ashamed to
look her tormentor in the eyes.
John was hard again. He wasn't sure whether it was due to
the sight of his wife licking her own pussy juice from Cheryl's
finger, or to Cheryl's hand brushing up against it as she moved
her finger around Barbara's tongue. Whatever the reason, he was
hard again. He tried to recall the last time he'd recovered so
soon after orgasm, and couldn't remember. He didn't want to get
hard again for fear it would go badly for Barbara. He tried to
think of other things...fishing and boating...in hopes it would
occupy his mind. But he couldn't take his eyes from Barbara's
tongue.
Cheryl finally withdrew her finger, studied it momentarily
and pronounced the job was well done. She looked down at
Barbara's pussy, still being held wide open and took 2 more
pictures. She now had several pictures spread out on the sofa
beside her and she scanned them all.
"I do believe these pictures have captured the redness of
your face nicely, Barbara. They also show the pink of your pussy
and asshole perfectly. I'm sure my friends will love them."
Cheryl chuckled as she saw Barbara's eyes widen when she
mentioned her friends. "Yes I'm sure they will. But enough about
them for now. Save for a few mistakes that we'll address later,
you've been very good, Barbara. I'm sure John would agree. As a
reward, I'm going to allow you to have an orgasm."
Barbara almost died when Cheryl made her masturbate to
climax. She'd never fingered herself in front of anyone, not even
John. She paused a moment, recited her agreement, then loosened
the grip on her labia and began to rub. She wondered how she was
going to fake orgasm and how long she should wait until she did,
but Cheryl was relentless with the orders. First it was "get your
finger in there" then "another one" then "and another" until all
four fingers slid in and out as fast as she could drive them.
John's balls and dick moved to one side and Cheryl's face
came into view. She was holding what appeared at first to be a
plastic flashlight but then Barbara realized it was one of the
vibrators she'd seen in John's catalog. It was white, some eight
inches long and an inch in diameter with a rounded top. The
bottom had a knurled dial she assumed was the switch. Cheryl laid
the tip of the vibrator on Barbara's lips and told her to open.