1. Sex Extreme


    Date: 8/27/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: BradLee, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Anita hissed, as she pushed the girls face down low and released her grip in her hair. “Yes Mistress,” the girl whimpered, her voice thick with desire. Anita went to the boot of the car and flung the tailgate open. She returned with a heavy looking leather holdall, and a spreader bar, with black leather restraints at each end. She threw the items down beside the blonde girl, who remained still, breathing hard, watching. Anita stepped to me and took the crop. She had raised her sunglasses up into her hair. Her eyes were sparkling, full of urgency and lust. She was excited, desperate to disgrace Samantha in ways that would thrill us. She had clearly planned the scene carefully. Whether I was a lucky addition, or adding a stranger to watch and perhaps participate had been part of her plan, I could not tell. But I was thrilled to be involved. So thrilled my cock was an iron shaft in my pants, tenting the front of my trousers ridiculously. Anita pointed to my stiffness with the riding crop. “Best get those trousers off now, boy,” she commanded. “Boxers too so we can see the size of your cock. It better be fucking huge. And undo your shirt buttons fully, but keep your shirt on. I don’t want you catching a chill.” Anita grinned. “I bet you have quite some body under there.” As I started to undo my fly, Anita stepped over to Samantha, raised the crop high, and brought it down, a stinging blow across the blonde girl’s proffered backside. “Ouch,” Samantha squeaked, and she reached back ...
    to brush the cheeks of her arse with her palms as a red welt grew immediately on her pale skin. “Let’s tell this nice young man why you’re here shall we fuck pig?” Samantha clutched at her stinging buttocks and nodded, with the side of her face against the ground. “Yes Mistress.” Anita tapped Samantha’s fingers away from her buttocks with the tip of the crop, and lashed the girl’s cheeks again. Samantha’s body tightened, and I winced, feeling her pain. But she was evidently aroused by her situation. As she rocked her weight back and forth and spread her legs, I could see the plump folds of her pussy lips glistening with the juice of her arousal. The crop whistled through the air as it came crashing down again. Samantha moaned hard and whimpered with pleasure. “Tell the nice young man who you are bitch,” Anita commanded. “Yes Mistress. I am your best friend’s daughter.” “Yes you fucking are,” Anita said, cropping the girl again, hard. I was casting my trousers aside and pulling down my boxers, letting my jutting cock spring free. I unbuttoned my shirt as Anita had asked. Anita whistled, looking at me. “My, my,” you are a good choice, “Look Samantha. Look at the lovely boy who is going to fuck you.” Anita cropped Samantha again. The blondes arse cheeks were becoming a mass of red welts. “And what simple task do I pay you to do girl?” Anita questioned. “To clean your house Mistress,” Samantha offered. “And yet, when I came home this afternoon, how did I find you bitch?” My cock ...
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