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BLONDE IN CHARGE
The brunette lay on her back with her big, round titties sticking up
in the air. Her legs were spread so that when the blonde finished
licking her luscious pink nipples, she could make her way down to that
steamy place between her legs. The brunette saw him standing at the
window, watching, but didn't say anything. Instead, she ran her tongue
along her lips before she wagged it provocatively at him. The look in
her eyes said "Don't you wish it was you licking my body?"
The
blonde seemed to enjoy what she was doing too much to be aware of him.
Her tongue was all over the brunette's tits and so were her hands. He
loved women who loved titmeat. The brunette clearly enjoyed the
blonde's attentions because she was moving her hips all around, like
women did when they needed to be fucked.
Finally,
the blonde hovered over the brunette's furry little muff, nuzzling it
before she dove in for the sweet wetness. The brunette smiled at him
now and even seemed to laugh, though he couldn't hear anything through
the window. When the blonde buried her face between the brunette's
legs, he had to remind himself to breathe. She really went to town on
her willing friend, shoving her tongue up her cunt, rubbing her nose
against her clit, and not even interested in coming up for air.
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The brunette's
hips were gyrating wildly now. She ground her pussy into the
blonde's face, forcing her to eat more, faster. Both women had
such perfect bodies – long legs, long hair, smooth, flawless
skin. He imagined how soft and supple they must feel. The
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But when the
blonde paused to reach behind her, to a spot he couldn't see, and retrieve
a strap-on-dildo, he no longer thought about his actions – he simply
whipped out his throbbing member and started stroking. With his palm
full of his own needy rod, he stared as the blonde slipped the
apparatus on. He marveled at the way she never stopped leering
at the brunette, as if she were a demented scientist about to
conduct the most heinous of experiments on the pretty
dark-haired creature.
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With the
big, black dildo hanging from her pubis, the blonde held it in
her hand, much like he held his own monster hard-on. She pointed
it at the spread-eagled brunette in a threatening, menacing kind
of way, clearly letting her know what to expect next. Sure
enough, she stuffed the rubbery cock deep into the brunette
hole. She rammed her so suddenly that the brunette called out
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The
blonde liked the reaction she got, so she reamed her harder.
He became that
silicone dildo, pumping that beautiful, wet pussy, feeling those
juices spread all over his balls. Stroking his dick in sync with
the blonde's thrusts into the brunette, he beat his meat without
inhibition and made eyes at the brunette, who made eyes right
back.
Unfortunately, the blonde noticed and did not find the exchange between
him and the brunette to her liking. She stopped fucking the juicy
brunette, though she kept the dildo in her dripping snatch.
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She assessed him
with a critical, unforgiving eye, particularly when her gaze lingered
on the woody growing out of his fist.
He froze, waiting to see what would happen next. Would she call
the cops? Scream? Ask him to join in? From the fury in her eyes,
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He wasn't surprised when she pulled out of the
brunette, walked around to the door, and flung it open wide.
Her
nipples, hard and angry, stuck out like mini-rifles, ready to shoot.
They were flushed a deep shade of pink. Her eyes, large, green and
fiery, flashed like ice shards.
"What
the fuck do you think you're doing?"
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"I was watching," he
stammered.
"Pervert," she spat. "You know what we do with perverts around here?"
"No."
"We
punish them. In our own special way. Get in here, you sick bastard.
You've got punishment coming."
He stepped through the doorway when she stepped away from it. Once
inside, he saw that there was nothing in the room except for the
bearskin rug where the brunette still lay. The room's walls were
painted black, which created the illusion of no walls at all. Mirrors
completed the stark effect.
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As she
sauntered into the room ahead of him, he noticed for the first time
that she wore stiletto heels. The shoes put a sway into her walk that
made him salivate.
"Get up,
Vicki," she said to the brunette. "We've got punishment to
administer."
Vicki,
too, wore stiletto heels and when she got to her feet, he noted she
was even taller than the blonde. Legs that went up to her neck…
"What's
your name, jerk?" The blonde addressed him.
"Anthony."
"Anthony," she said as if it were a bug she found in her soup. "You
will do whatever we tell you for the rest of the evening. If I tell
you to stick your cock into someone or something, you'll do it. If
Vicki tells you to bend over and eat pussy until you choke on it,
you'll do that. If we tell you to mop the floor, you'll even do that.
Do you understand, Anthony?" The emphasis she put on his name
was designed to make him feel small. It worked.
"Yes, I
understand."
Her
hands flew to her hips. "You will address me as Mistress. Can you
handle that, Anthony?"
"Yes,
Mistress."
"Do you
like to eat assholes, Anthony?"
"Depends
on the owner of the asshole, Mistress."
She
turned to Vicki. "Isn't this amusing? We've got a budding comedian
here tonight." She faced him again. "You don't get to choose the
asshole, you twit. You will eat whatever ass is put before you and
you'll like it. Just for your impertinence, you'll stick your tongue
up my ass."
She
turned around, bent at the hips, and exposed her hairless bunghole to
him. "Eat my ass!" she barked.
He knelt
behind her, grasped her firm, muscled thighs, and prepared to taste
her sphincter.
"Did I
say you could touch me?"
"You
said I should eat you, Mistress" he countered.
She
sighed with supreme exasperation. "Only your tongue can touch me,
moron. Eat my ass without touching me."
He stuck
out his tongue carefully and approached the perfectly pink asshole.
Copyright 2002. Sage Vivant and Custom Erotica Source. Used by
permission.
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