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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
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Attone - Part 4 (Fdom-F, MF, orgy, slave)
by AnonPIXNIX Author (c) 1990
***
As Barbara slowly parted her lips, Cheryl began inserting
the vibrator into her mouth. Barbara had to fight her gag reflex
as Cheryl worked it in and out, each time a little further, until
fingers pushed against her lips. Cheryl kept telling her to keep
her hands working and Barbara would increase the pace each time.
Finally, Cheryl withdrew the vibrator and sat back down.
"I believe you need a little help reaching an orgasm,
Barbara. I'm holding it right here." Cheryl studied Barbara's
reaction for a moment before continuing. "If I were you, I'd take
that hand out of your pussy and rub some of the juice around your
asshole. That's where this is going next."
`Not in my ass!' Barbara thought, `I've never had anything
in there except John's fingertip occasionally when we made love.'
Nevertheless, she took her hand out of her pussy and began to
spread as much lubricant as she could around her small, puckered
anus. She gritted her teeth and waited for the pain, which she
knew would come when Cheryl started to push that thing up there.
She sighed with despair when Cheryl told her to put her hand back
into her pussy and get back to work there and with her other hand
she was to worked the vibrator into her ass herself. As she put
her one hand back into her vagina and took the base of the
vibrator, which Cheryl had clicked onto it's highest setting, she
felt Cheryl spreading her ass cheeks apart. She could only
imagine what she looked like. Here she was nude lying on a coffee
table, covered with come, legs held high in the air and wide
apart by John, whose dick and balls were just inches from her
face, with one hand in her pussy and the other working a dildo in
and out of ass, the cheeks of which were spread wide apart by
another woman. She began to sob. Soon she felt Cheryl's hands let
go of her ass and then heard the click and saw the flash of the
camera again. Her sobs turned to silent crying and tears streamed
down her face.
"Enough." Cheryl was disgusted. "I can't believe you haven't
come yet. My God, I'm only watching and I'm about ready climax.
I'm sure before the month is out you'll learn to have the Big `O'
in front of other people. But enough for now. Push the vibrator
all the way into your ass and stand up. Be careful that it
doesn't come out. You may hold it in with your hand if you have
to. John, why don't you move the table aside, against the wall,
and come have a seat next to me here on the sofa?"
Barbara didn't have to be told twice. She winced with the
pain as she pushed the vibrator deep into her ass and held it
there when she stood, remembering to put her free hand behind her
head. She looked at John moving the coffee table and almost
laughed at how ridiculous he looked...nude from the waist down
with cock standing straight out as if pointing the way, which he
always followed. The humor disappeared, however, when she saw him
sit down and press against Cheryl.
John held up his glass as Cheryl refilled it then did the
same to hers. He noticed that there was only about 2 glasses of
wine left in the bottle and was surprised that neither he nor
Cheryl were drunk. He glanced down at his hard-on and wondered if
he should try to cover it up. He thought Cheryl must have read
his mind when she laughed and told him not to worry because his
condition would be taken care of very shortly. When she told him
that, he watched it twitch 2 or 3 times in rapid succession.
`Damn, I'm horny!' he thought as he looked at Barbara standing in
the center of the room. His cock twitched some more and the look
in Barbara's eyes told him she had noticed. As a matter of fact,
it seemed her eyes were fixed on his crotch.
Cheryl looked directly at Barbara for several minutes as she
sipped her wine.
"Is my little come-covered slave ready for her punishment?"
she said as her eyes moved over Barbara's body.
"Mistress Cheryl," Barbara's tone was pleading, almost
begging, "please. This is the first time I've ever done anything
like this. I've done everything you told me to and just forgot
some formalities. Please forgive me this time and I promise to be
better next time."
"Well, there you go again. Now you've forgotten to ask
permission to speak before doing so. But I agree you have behaved
well except for some mental lapses. I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll let you off this time, but, you must demonstrate your
acceptance of me as your mistress and your willingness to do
anything I ask of you. If you do that, I'll forego any whipping
or other painful punishment this time only. Do you agree?" Cheryl
was grinning ear-to-ear when she finished.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. Thank you, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara
threw in the thank you hoping this would help show Cheryl her
acceptance of her status as slave and perhaps persuade her to go
easy on her.
"Very well then. Get down on you stomach and crawl like a
snake over to me. Mind you don't let that vibrator come out of
you ass!" Cheryl was in her glory as she saw Barbara get down on
the carpet and wiggle over to her. She had to give her credit for
holding that vibrator in and she wondered if she were getting rug
burns on her stomach. Maybe I should have her roll over for a
moment to check.
"Barbara, while I'm telling you what I want you to do I want
you to look directly at me, and I want to see that dildo move.
Pull it all the way out then all the way back in...and keep doing
it!" Cheryl paused and watched as Barbara did as she was told.
Each time the vibrator started back into rectum, Barbara would
wince in pain. Cheryl watched Barbara's eyes almost bulge out of
her head when she reached down and unbuttoned her dress and let
it fall apart, exposing herself completely. "Now Barbara when I
tell you to begin, I want you to start licking my feet. Lick each
one completely and be sure to get between my toes like a good
little slave. When you're done with the feet, you can start on
the legs and we'll see what comes next. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara didn't know if she could do
this. She told herself it was only flesh. She could do it. She
thought she knew what comes next and she was sure she couldn't do
that. The thought of licking another women's vagina thoroughly
disgusted her. Nonetheless, she started licking Cheryl's foot and
kept the damn dildo going in and out of her ass. As her tongue
finished working between the toes of Cheryl's right foot and
started working on the left, Barbara noticed Cheryl shift her
body. She glanced slightly upward and saw that Cheryl had spread
her legs wide open exposing her soaking vagina. Soon Barbara
began hearing low moans that she knew had to come from John. When
she looked up, she saw Cheryl leaning over John's lap with his
cock in her mouth. The sight mesmerized her. She continued
licking but couldn't take her eyes off the sight of John getting
a blow-job from her once good friend. Unlike herself, Cheryl
seemed to have no trouble taking all of John's cock down her
throat. John was sitting upright with his head thrown back and
eyes closed, moving his hips slightly in time with Cheryl's head,
upon which he had rested his hand. In order to get a better sight
of the proceedings, and without realizing it, Barbara had begun
working her way up Cheryl's right leg and was now hungrily
licking around her knee. For the first time that night, Barbara
began to get aroused. She noticed she had started to move the
vibrator in and out of her ass at the same pace as Cheryl was
moving her head on John's cock. At that moment, Barbara wanted to
take the vibrator out of her rear and put it in her pussy, but
was afraid Cheryl would notice and punish her for it.
Cheryl moved her hand and placed it on top of Barbara's
head. Barbara was so lost in her excitement that she didn't
notice Cheryl's hand. She just kept licking and looking. The
smell of Cheryl's pussy juices seemed to have an aphrodisiac
effect and she was soon moving the vibrator in and out at a much
faster pace. Her tongue, too, was working faster and soon she
began to feel Cheryl's pussy hairs at the end of it. She was
beginning to lose all control of herself.
As John's moans became louder and more urgent, Barbara' s
desires were also becoming greater and she knew from the pressure
of Cheryl's hand on her head, and the way her pelvis started
working to meet her tongue that Cheryl was ready to come at any
moment. Barbara's head was swimming. The sight in front of her,
the smell of Cheryl's womanhood and the sound of John's moaning
had all combined to obscure reality. She thought of nothing but
her immediate need. She had to come. At the moment she heard
John's loud grunt that signified he had an orgasm, Barbara stuck
her tongue into Cheryl's cunt as far as she could and worked it
in and out and around furiously. The vibrator in her rear began
moving as fast as her hand could move. Within moments Cheryl's
pussy was running with liquid. Barbara didn't know whether it was
all Cheryl's juices or a mixture of Cheryl's juices and her
saliva. She didn't care. She was coming now. She could feel it
building, and building and building until....
"Oh God, that was great!" Cheryl exhaled. "Barbara, I can't
make up my mind whether you're a better cocksucker or cuntlicker.
You have a talented tongue, that's for sure."
Barbara had come back down to Earth when she heard Cheryl's
voice. She was more embarrassed now than ever, but also more
relieved. She still was kneeling between Cheryl's legs and was
resting her lips on Cheryl's cunt. She began to move her head
back when the pressure of Cheryl's hand stopped her.
"As a finale for tonight, and to show your complete surren-
der to me, Barbara, I want you to give me the "kiss of respect".
I want to feel your lips on my ass and your tongue in my asshole.
Do it well and we're through for tonight."
`This is terrible,' Barbara thought. `Now I've got to kiss
and lick her ass, too. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever
had to do.' She realized, though, that if she did this one last
thing real well, she would be done for tonight. That was the best
news she heard in months. She began to lick around Cheryl's
asshole and starting to force her tongue in the tight crevice.
Cheryl helped her by reaching around and spreading her checks
apart. She worked her tongue as though her life depended on
it...indeed, in her mind, it did. She wondered what John was doing
at the moment. Was he watching her lick another woman's ass?
Shame was the word to describe Barbara's night and she was
beginning to numb to it. She wondered now what effect all this
would have on her marriage. Cheryl released her grip on her
cheeks and sat up.
"Very good, my little slut. You may stand up before me...
careful, watch that the dildo doesn't fall." Barbara leapt to her
feet, still holding the vibrator deep in her ass. The length of
time in use and the tight surroundings had drained the batteries,
and the device was barely humming.
"Turn around and bend over and I'll take that thing out of
your ass," she said, and was beside herself with joy when Barbara
turned and bent. She had Barbara completely. She bent forward and
clicked the vibrator off. Then, before pulling it out, she
twisted it around 2 or 3 rotations. Finally she began to withdraw
it...very, very slowly. When it was completely out, she studied it
for a moment then gave Barbara one final command. "Take this
vibrator and wash it off for me. Do it quickly." As Barbara
scurried out of the room, vibrator in hand, Cheryl turned to look
at John.
"Well, John. What do you think now? It seems that we all had
a good time tonight. I mean your wife had one helluva orgasm. I
think she might get to like this sort of thing, huh?"
"Maybe you're right, but you were sure hard on her, Cheryl.
I couldn't help feeling sorry for her at times."
"Bullshit, John! You were having the best experience of your
life. I've never seen so much come. Admit it. You were excited.!"
"Yeah," John was about to tell Cheryl that he had never had
such an orgasm himself when Barbara reentered the room. He looked
into her eyes and noticed she was looking into his. Without a
word, she crossed to Cheryl and offered her the vibrator.
Cheryl stood up, buttoned her dress and grabbed the vibrator
out of Barbara's hand as she sat back down. She gathered the
pictures, camera and tape recorder and stuffed them back into her
tote bag. When she was through getting everything together, she
looked at Barbara.
"You've done very well tonight, Barbara, considering this
has been your first time at this sort of thing. Now, Friday
evening I'm having some of the girls over for some drinks and
entertainment. That means that I could use a maid to serve us and
also some entertainment. I think you'll fill the bill on both
accounts. Be at my apartment promptly at six in a plain cotton
house dress. You know, the ones that button down the front. You
may wear slippers, if you like, but nothing else." After Barbara
murmured her acceptance, Cheryl turned to John. "John, I'd like
you to come, also. You'll be the only guy there, but I'm sure
you'd like to see what we have in store. Besides, you know I'll
find a way to take care of you."
"Yeah. Sure, Cheryl. I'll drive Barbara and stay around,"
John replied as Cheryl stood up to leave. He walked her to the
back door and watched her walk across the lawn to her mother's
house. When she was safely inside, he shut off the light and
walked into the kitchen. He heard water running and guessed
Barbara was taking a shower. He had a lot of questions to ask
himself about this night. What did it all mean when he was
getting so horny at the sight of his wife being bossed around and
forced to submit to these wild sex acts by her friend? He didn't
know, and right now he was to damn tired to think about it
anymore. He walked into the bedroom, uncovered the bed and
climbed in to wait for Barbara.
Barbara tried to put her thoughts together under the relax-
ing streams of hot water from the shower. She had never been so
humbled or so defiled in her life. Neither had she had an orgasm
like that before. Her ass and pussy were sore from the abuse they
had taken earlier and hurt when she scrubbed them with the
washcloth. She had already gargled with mouthwash several times
before she jumped into the shower but, in her mind, she could
still taste Cheryl's pussy juice and flesh. She was disgusted,
but at the same time, she couldn't stop from getting excited when
she thought back on some of the events that took place that
night. She wondered what would happen on Friday. The thought of
having to go through the same thing again was bad enough. To have
to do it in front of complete strangers...and women at that...was
almost unthinkable to her. She resented the fact that Cheryl had
oral sex with her husband, but admitted that the sight of them
drove her wild. She had no more thoughts of the accident with the
car \which brought this all about, only thoughts of naked flesh,
vibrators and orgasm. She finished the shower, dried herself off
and walked into the bedroom. She said not a word to John, lying
there with his eyes wide open, got into bed, closed her eyes and
went to sleep.