("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: o-16.txt (Fdom/f, ws, bd) Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous) Story title : O-2000 - Part 16 ------------------------------------------------------ -= This work is copyrighted to the author =- Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ O-2000 - Part 16 (Fdom/f, org, oral, bd, v) By "SafeWord" Dedicated to: Deirdre, Who could say more in fewer words than I'll ever manage: to: Lenny Bruce for his courage to: "O" O-2000 : Party Line , Pasch : Episode XIII : Amour, Vida De Mi Vida (ver by P.D.) "Satisfy? The entreaties of your mistress? satisfy? Let that suffice." The Winter's Tale A I, S II, L 234 For the first time, I woke up wrapped in J's arms. She kissed my forehead when I opened my eyes, I think she had been holding me, staying still, trying not to disturb me. We mustered ourselves up and went out to brave the day. She had discreetly closed our adjoining door and we left out, our separate entrances. Our relationship was to remain nyctitropic during our stay at the resort, us posing as, strictly friends during the day. We dressed in swimsuits with bright shawl over wraps and little tie on skirts and wandered down to breakfast, me not moving quite as fast as normal. We visited Tracy who still was sleeping most of the day, Laurie standing guard, I offered to stay with Tracy so she could go off, but she refused, so I stayed and talked to her awhile. I think she had maybe, been pondering on the what and wherefores of things but nothing was said, by her to me. She shoed us off after an hour. J and I left to enjoy the sun. The day was spent swimming and sun bathing. We had a great time yakking with a gang of British girls who had arrived that morning, on holidays, there for a week. We were happy to have someone to talk to, most of the resort being filled with German tourists, one of the few languages J didn't speak. I only spoke English and some high school French, something that J had corrected very early in our relationship. We already had a jump on our new friends as we were already going from red to tans. We were with them on the beach when J and I removed our tops and they looked at one another. The free drinks served by the waiters soon broke down their inhibitions and the young waiter's must have thought they had died and gone to heaven. There being a veritable feast of female bare flesh to admire. So we partied and sunbathed and swam, I kept on my little bum wrap on, in the water for...well, I just did. We all tipsied off to lunch to the American style lunch counter, located on the beach, for good old burgers, hot dogs and fries, I never thought you could have too much French style prepared foods, but I was wrong. The burgers were great but they had no relish, which was weird. The afternoon was cloudy and the flesh parade disappeared. We spent the time playing a dozen different games in various groups. J and I having an advantage at Trivial Pursuit, most of the questions being American oriented until one of the girls came over with a British version and everyone, smoked us. None of us in the half dozen persons in that giggling gang had a brain cell between us as the day wore on. Even J was in the spirits literally and, although I was taking it easy, I managed to keep a light buzz on all day. We all had supper together and things being things, four of us ended up going back to J's suite after the resort 's free bar closed. We dove into J's mini-bar, which I noticed, did not have the usual price list on the door. The two British girls, we were with, were stunned by the larger size and finer appointments of the suite but J laughed it off and said she knew someone on the administration. Who had given her a break on the price? We munched on snacks from the bar and someone put on the radio and it was playing nice sexy Spanish tunes. J grabbed me and started dancing with me so the British girls also danced together. We danced and changed partners in various combinations, stopping only for sips of our drinks. We all ended up in each other's arms for the night. I was dancing with a little brunette whose accent was so strong that we could hardly communicate; I noticed that J and her partner were necking. I was jealous but my partner. Her soft lips found mine and her tongue slipping into my mouth soon made me forget about jealousy. Our dancing soon turned into a standup necking session and during a break in the music we all had a group hug. J suggested I show my friend my room and my partners eyes said, "Yes!" We left J and her friend alone but as I started to close the door, J called to me, to leave it open. My friend didn't seem to really want a tour of my room, just of me. I left on a little light for mood and we lay on my bed necking and petting. I noticed that I could see J and her partner making love, on her bed though the open door. We undressed each other without getting out of bed something difficult, but fun. I had to stop my partner from removing my shorts and gave her andyou know I can't this week' and she looked disappointed until my lips on her breasts convinced her that my loss would not effect her pleasure. I kept my lips on a tour of her lush body and nibbling on her, down to her toes and back up to her mound. Her eyes looking down on me were full of wonder as I licked her sex. She kept her hand on my head, which seemed defensive until my tongue opened her, the hand then became demanding and pulled me into her. My finger and lips brought her to orgasm twice and I slid up the bed and we cuddled. The light became brighter in J's room. They were taking a break, for drinks, so my new lover and I got up wrapped in bed sheets and joined them. It wasn't too long before I was back in my room with J's partner, a cute slender blond. No words had been said, it just seemed happened. Once again my lips roamed, tasted, strange flesh and my tongue worked speechlessly. This girl was passive and never moved as I pleasured her, making no move to kiss or caress me but I didn't care. My voyage of discovery of her, 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 or if she had reached a climax. My tongue though, had had enough and I admitted defeat and joined her on my pillow. We held each other and napped. The lights in J's room announced that J's partner was leaving, J was sleeping contentedly and the brunette, partially dressed, came in to wake us and get her friend up and back to their rooms. I lay there, while her friend went to get her clothing. She stood close to my side of the bed wearing her skirt. She reached out and touched my cheek and trailed her fingers across my lips and I licked out my tongue to taste her fingers. They tasted of J. She watched me lick her fingers and nudged them in my mouth, letting me, enjoying me, sucking on them. She took her other hand and took hold of my hair and drew my face into her crotch. She was just starting to unbutton her skirt when her friend called softly that she was ready. So she stopped but held my head looking down at my face smiling. I licked my lips and smiled back and she gently gasped but her friend's calling that she was waiting, interrupted us. She blew me a kiss and left. During the night J came into my room and slid into bed with me, just to cuddle and be held. In the morning as we lay in each other's arms. She asked me if I had enjoyed myself. My grinning face all the answer she needed. Our flurry of kisses made me want to pleasure her but she stopped me, and directed one of my hands down and I could feel she was wearing a pair of panties and light protection. I whispered, "so what", but she nodded, no, telling me. She was much too sensitive during her time. She laughed at my pout and we got up and showed together, her panties remained on to my annoyance. We got dressed and went down to breakfast. Don't ever think the tropics are all fun and sun. It was another cloudy day and had rained sometime during the night adding a wet sheen to the varied greens. We visited Tracy and wandered off to the lounge. Our new friends found us there. Once more we played games and when the bar opened drinks appear in massive quantities on the table. I noticed during one trip back from the bar that J was whispering with my brunette friend from the night before but paid, 'a never mind' to them even when they looked at me, and J nodded. I wasn't worried about any scheming of J's; she had proved the lengths she would go, to look after me. After a while, the brunette and two other girls I hadn't been introduced to, came up to J and I and asked 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, unintentionally informing me how she was still running her far-flung corporation. I was going to decline also but J told me to go on and have a good time that she had to catch up on a lot of work and would be poor company for the rest of the day. So I went along with my new friend with the two unknown girls following behind. Once in her room she opened a bottle of some kind of light wine and we sat on the two twins beds slipping the wine and talking. The twin beds were pushed apart and we sat two by two facing each other. The brunette was beside me, the other girls, whose names I still did not know, facing us. We were talking and soon ran out of things to say. I looked up from staring at my drink and caught the last of a look pass between the British girls. I wasn't sure what that was all about but my brunette friend leaned over to me and when I turned to her, she kissed me. I kissed her back and we pulled away. We smiled self- consciously at the other girls silently watching. The room was charged. She took an ice cube in her hand and reached over slowly towards my mouth. I thought she wanted to place it in my mouth but she drew it across my lips, the melting ice was dripping on my chin and I snaked out my tongue to lick it. She moved the ice cube just slightly away and I moved to follow it. All of us giggling at my efforts. She stopped and let my tongue capture the ice and I licked it, then she cupped the ice in her fingers up over my upturned face the cold water dripping down on me. I licked at her fingers hiding, protecting, melting the ice. The ice was soon gone but her wet fingers moved to my mouth and across my lips. I closed my mouth but she leaned her face into mine, her lips almost touching mine, and pressed her fingers against my lips. "Don't stop, keep licking." The room was dead silent. I licked her at fingers and let her put them in my mouth. "Suck em." I closed my eyes and sucked her fingers. Someone removed my drink from my hand and a hand started unbuttoning my blouse. The brunette kissed my shut eyelids as her fingers moved into my mouth keeping my tongue working. Many hands now undid my bra and slid it and my blouse off me. My skirt was undone and I started to protest but the brunette's hand gripped my jaw and she kissed stilling my protest. The hands undid my skirt and made me lift my hips to pull it and my panties off my body. Other hands slid my beach tongs off my feet. They disrobed me until I was naked. A voice said, "She's bruised, she's been spanked. The brunette drew me in her arms and leaned me forward so they could examine my bruised rear. Then lilted back my head running her fingers back and forth across my lips "so that's why you told a lie you were hiding that ... You were a bad girl and were spanked weren't you. You let her spank you. Are you a bad girl? Tina get me a belt." "Are you going to spank her?" "No... I just want her to do as I say. Get down here." her hands pushed me off the bed unto my knees onto the floor. I opened my eyes and she stood up above me and started to undress, one of the other girls handed her a light plastic dress belt. She showed it to me in her hand "This is for you if you're bad, come on, you two, get undressed I'll get her to do you too!" She slid down her panties and shoved em in my face "smell em ... get warmed up, we're going to have a little lickathon." I sniffed at her soiled panties and the girls behind us giggled as they undressed. She sat back down on the bed, now naked and spread her legs pulling my face between them. "Go ahead... little pussy slut. Lick me! Let's show everyone, how good you are with that tongue." Laughter and giggles did not help my efforts to bring off my new mistress. She directed my head and tongue around her lower openings with crude comments and criticisms about how slowly I was licking or not sticking my tongue into her anal passage deeply enough, the girls above me excitedly laughing which hushed, as my tongue lashing finally had effect and the body surrounding my face buckled in orgasm. I had no time to rest; one of the girls took me by my earlobe and dragged me between the bed to her body's sweet junction. Her pussy was a mass of hair and as I tentatively probed her with my touchstone. I wondered how she wore a bikini? Her essence was honeyed and I thrust my oral digit into her, like a ravenous little glutton. To the delight of my audience and ecstatic writhing of the maiden enjoying my suit. As I labored a small knock at the door and girlish titters announced others had joined us. My head was kept down, my mouth at its work as the new girls looked over the situation and made appropriate comments. One of the girls, seeing the belt in the brunette's hand expressed concern about what was happening. "Oh don't worry, we didn't touch her, her friend did that, we are just putting her to use, don't worry, she's a submissive, she likes it, the belt makes her do it, just get your things off and wait your turn." I was dismissed by my present placeholder, passion laid waste. My new jockey used my braids to steer my nose into her 'fons omnium viventium'. The 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 pretty serious. They're wearing suits, and are really big! Bodyguards or something?" My head was released and I was let up. Half a dozen young women stood around me, silent. The roomful of semi clad and naked women looked very nervous, their demeanor timid, a few looked downright scarred. I waited and someone had enough sense to get me a damp face cloth. I grabbed a bathing saran; one girl had removed and 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' were standing politely in the hall. My giant savior and another older watchful man hanging back. I stepped out into the hall to show them I was under no compulsion to be where I was, thinking to myself, another Freudian lie. "Sorry ma'am we lost you again, and had to tell Miss J. She told us where you were and ordered me to make sure you didn't require us for anything? She also asks, if you will be joining her for supper?" The door being wide open, the hushed room of women could hear our every word, "Sorry guys I'll let you know next time I'm slipping off to a little fete. What time is it now?" "Five ma'am" "Tell J. I'll join her at seven, that should give me time to satisfactorily, effect my escape out of their pretty clutches, and still have time to change for supper." "Ok ma'am we'll be near by." "Good! Don't look so fierce. You're scarring my friends." They smiled and left and I returned to the room. Closing, the door behind me. I walked over to the center of the room between the beds. No one said a word, as I removed the saran and took the little belt from the brunette's hands. I looped the belt around my neck and drew it tight letting the end drop between my naked breasts as an impromptu leash. I dropped to my knees and said "Sorry! Shall we resume our 'petits soins'? No one moved, then someone was nudged. Delicately my belt leash was used to draw my mouth to worship, ransack another offered moist flower. I was passed around efficiently from overseer to overseer each reluctantly, relinquishing control. No more crude comments were made, just cries of orgasmatic delight. Their hands guided me gently, their instructs and directs, tentative. I was disgusted and disappointed but their mob bravado had been shattered by my guard's threatening "force majeure'. So in compensation, I lost myself in giving them as much enjoyment of me, as they dared to take. After all of the girls had been pleasured. I waited, but one of the girls said, "I love to have you... kiss me again, but it's six thirty?" I nodded and got up and dressed, none of the women said a thing as I left, but all of them kissed my cheek as a token of their thanks, all of them that is, except the brunette. I hurried down the hall and almost ran into my guards waiting in the stairwell alcove. "Come on guys, I'm late and have to get changed." J was waiting for me in the restaurant lobby and we went into dinner without a word about my afternoon adventure. We had a pleasant meal and she talked some about her work. Afterwards we sat having Irish Coffee's, and watched the evening show put on by the resort performers. The show being over, we retired to our rooms for the evening. As I changed, J opened our adjoining door and stood in the doorway. She had undressed to her bra and panties, still wearing, garter belt and nylons. She held a wide leather belt and a handful of nylon stockings. I undressed and stood before her, hands at my side, head lowered. I was lead into her washroom and my hands tied to the tubs steel shower rod. J stood in front of me and removed her panties stuffing them in my mouth. She turned on the tap letting the water splash and hiss into the sink and closed the door. The sound of running water drowned out the vicious slaps of the belt on my skin. Her scented gag muffled my cries. She beat me for an hour then left the room leaving me hanging limp by my wrists in the dark. Later in the evening the light came back on and she lifted my tear-streaked face to hers. "Are you ok?" I nodded, yes. She slowly nodded her understanding. Then resumed our 'nudum pactum ' and used the belt on my body until her arm could raise no more. Continued in part 17... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 12