Jenny 2

JENNY 2 By Joe James Amanda opened her eyes sleepily. The events of the previous night, returning to mind, jolted her fully awake. She had been screwed and buggered by two youths, had whipped both of them, taken both of them in her mouth and allowed them both free use of her body. To cap it all, she had then allowed her lover to use her as he wished and he had left promising, ominously, to return the following day having had long enough to consider Amanda's punishment for whoring herself. She lay back, excited by the events of the night before and nervous about what was to come. Her hand strayed beneath the quilt, pausing to circle around one of her breasts. She sat up, throwing the quilt off her and drew her nightie over her head. Turning on to her side she reached across to her drawer and retrieved the vibrator. "My trusty friend," she whispered to it. "No stamina problems with you." Once more she lay down and began to toy with one of her breasts with her hand. Closing her eyes as the soft hum of the vibrator filled the room she parted her legs and began to picture the events of the night before. As the vibrator played on the outer lips of her cunt, she reflected upon the image of each of the young lads she had whipped, bending over this very bed to take their punishment. She had not been too hard on them, not for a first time, but they would not forget her in a hurry. She pictured them in turn, each nervous and possibly frightened, entirely at her mercy. Their bottoms had been tight and flawless and neither had admitted to ever having had anything inside them before. The power she had felt as she had pushed her vibrator into their arse holes, had been exhilarating. She was lubricating freely now, and the vibrator slipped inside her easily. The joy for her was not in actual penetration but in the exquisite sensations it could produce around her clitoris and it was in this area that she now concentrated. Her mind wandered to other occasions when her power over men had been put to the test. She had been visited by an old school friend recently and some intuition had persuaded her to bath and scent herself before his arrival. He hadn't changed, was the same person that had fingered her when she was sixteen and she found the early, playful conversation stimulating and flirtatious. It had not been long before the kiss, "just for old time's sake" and then another and another. They had talked and confessed indiscretions. He loved to watch his wife being whored, she had been fucked by a man while his partner took pictures. She admitted her interest in bondage and punishment, his eyes lit up. "Do you know anyone else who owns their own whip?" she had teased. "Do you really?" he responded incredulously. "What do you use it for?" "I've only ever had to use it once on my man," she admitted, "though I loan it to friends and offer advice when they are experiencing difficulties." "Have you ever had it used on you?" he asked tentatively. Amanda dropped her head. "No, but I have been spanked." "When?" he pursued gently. "I was having an affair with a married man. I'd committed some minor indiscretion like wearing a pair of knickers that he disapproved of or something like that. I was besotted with him and he knew that I would do anything he told me to. We were at work one evening and he had made me lift my skirt to my waist and hold it while he inspected me. I was frightened that someone would come in so was reluctant to do as he said and he got annoyed. I tried reasoning with him but he was determined to push it so in the end I gave up. He told me to take my pants off and to go and get into his car that was parked in the car park around the back. I knew that there was no point in arguing so I did as he said and went to wait in the car. It was a big thing and I got into the back and removed my knickers. There was no one around fortunately and the car was parked in the shadows. Perhaps he had anticipated things, I don't know." "Anyway, after a few minutes I heard footsteps and then he got into the front. He turned to face me and said that I had disobeyed him and deserved to be punished. He asked me what he should do to me and after a few seconds I whispered, 'Spank me?'" "He nodded and told me to kneel on all fours so that my head faced one door and my bum, the other. He reached back and pushed my head down onto my hands so that my bum was pointing up into the air. Then he slid the passenger front seat as far forward as it would go and turned so that he was kneeling on his seat leaning through the gap." "Amanda," he whispered to me, "you are my whore and you must never deny me anything, do you understand?" "I murmured assent and then felt his hands adjusting the position of my hips. He passed one hand through my legs and stroked the insides of my thighs. It was gorgeous because his hand was freezing cold and it emphasised the sensation of his caresses. I could feel the other hand opening up my cheeks and I braced myself for what I knew he would do to me. His finger was soon at the entrance to my arse and I tried to relax as he forced his finger into my anus. Usually he would be content with just lodging his finger tip in the entrance but tonight he wanted more and did not stop until the whole of his longest finger was inside me. It was an extraordinary feeling and I knew that I was completely at his mercy." "What am I doing to you?" he asked me. "Buggering me," I groaned as he began to move his finger in and out. I couldn't help crying out each time he forced it in and perhaps because he was afraid of attracting attention, he eventually stopped and withdrew. "That was the pleasure, now the pain," I heard him say and braced myself for what was to come. He used his hands to spread my legs as far apart as the seat would allow and then whispered to me again. "How many Amanda?" "Six?" I replied tentatively. "Eight," he corrected me as the first of the stinging slaps forced me to bite the car seat to prevent myself from crying out. He really laid into me and after four I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. By the eighth, my bottom felt like it was on fire and I raised my head to face him." "Say thank you," he commanded. "'Thank you' I responded tearfully. I began to pull my skirt down and to rearrange myself but he stopped me. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting ready to go back inside," I whispered, confused. "But your punishment is not over yet," he teased. "Out you get." "I got out of the car and waited while he got out and stood beside me. He looked around and reassured, told me to spread myself on my back on the bonnet. I leant backwards onto the car and heard him reach back inside it for something. Raising myself, I saw that he had a crooked cane in his hand like teachers used to have in the old days. I lay back, thoroughly frightened as he raised one of my legs onto the edge of the bonnet so that I was resting it by its heel on the front of the car. He lay the cane on the inside of my thigh and I must have begun to tremble because he shhh'd me and told me to take what I deserved. He raised the cane and gave me two strokes on the inside of my thigh before allowing me to drop that leg and doing the same to the other. "Completely in his power, I asked him whether I should get up. He shook his head and began to unbutton my blouse. He opened it completely and reached under me to unfasten my bra. Having done so, he then lifted my bra off my breasts. It was a cold night and my nipples hardened like bullets and he caressed them briefly." "'Now your breasts, my darling Amanda,' he warned me as he walked around to the side of the car. He was at right angles to me and I watched in terror as he raised the cane once more. He applied three more strokes of the cane across my breasts before I was finally allowed to slide off the bonnet and collapse onto the ground." He picked me up and kissed me and made me promise that I would always do whatever he asked of me. To this day, I have never disobeyed him again and I don't suppose I ever will. I certainly don't want to go through that again." Her school friend looked at her in amazement. "What a woman!" he thought. "And I thought that I had been around," he joked to her. Moving into a clinch once more he felt her pinion his hands behind him. The sensation was hugely stimulating and he did not resist as she began to unfasten his trousers roughly and urgently. Soon she was sliding down his body, while still restraining his hands with one of hers. He felt her free his prick and then she was caressing it and his balls with an exquisite touch. He detected her breath on the tip of his prick before she slowly allowed it to pass between her lips. He felt her bite and the pain was fabulous and then he was fucking her mouth as to his surprise, she allowed him to "deep throat" her; his prick passing right into her mouth and down her throat. After moments of ecstasy, she rose and moved behind him, forcing him to bend over the work surface. Again her hand passed through his legs and caressed him magically. She explored his bottom briefly and then picked up the fish slice that lay on the work top. Four swift sharp strokes followed across his arse before she allowed him to rise. Seizing his moment, he spun her round to take up the position he had just vacated. Using his upper arm to keep her in position, he began to tug her waistband down. She had protested and struggled but to no avail. Soon her beautiful, rounded bottom had been bared and she was receiving some of the same punishment she had just meted out. He finished but did not release her. His hands explored between her legs and sought her cunt. She moved her legs further apart and began to enjoy the sensations as his finger slid inside her cunt. Releasing her, he regarded her perfect bottom. She remained in place and so he began to force the longest finger of his other hand into her anus. Soon she was impaled on both sides and she began to move onto his fingers as she sought to satisfy herself. She had remained in place too, while he had slipped his prick between her cheeks and had allowed him to please himself in this way, uncomplaining. Finally, she had stood up, breathless, and informed him for the twentieth time, "You, ought to go home." Eventually, he had done so and she was left to reflect that this was the second time she had been unfaithful in four days. Awaking from her reverie, she found herself coming. She worked the vibrator feverishly and soon she was rewarded with the delights of orgasm. She relaxed once more before finally sitting up and then going into the bathroom to run a bath. Today was to be a special day too and she had to be ready for it. Some hours later, she was cleansed, scented and dressed in erotic lingerie. Paul had warned her the night before that when he returned the following day to punish her for refusing to walk topless to the lamp post across the road, he would not be alone. He had told her to dress exotically and had reminded her of her promise to do anything he asked of her. Finally, after a day spent nervously clock watching, the phone rang. It was Paul to warn of his arrival and to check that the coast was clear. She reassured him, her throat tight with excitement. "Don't disappoint me," he urged her finally. "My Lord, I will not," she whispered in reply. It was dark when the car drew up outside. Amanda had, as Paul had instructed, left the door on the latch so that he could walk straight in without delaying on the door step. She had soft music playing and the room was lit only by four candles she had placed around it. She was sipping brandy nervously as the door opened and Paul entered. He was not alone. To Amanda's shock and surprise, he was accompanied by her school days lover Rob and a woman who Amanda vaguely knew as Claire. Aware that Claire and Rob had had at least one illicit screw in the past, Amanda wondered in the second it took them all to come in, what would be on the menu tonight. She stood up and flustered, began to welcome them and offer them drinks. There was an intense excitement in the air and conversation was, at first, difficult and stilted. The subject that was uppermost in all of their minds was avoided for some time before the drink began to take effect and tongues began to be loosened. They were sitting on the floor in the centre of the room when Paul produced a pack of cards. "Forfeits," he announced. "Pardon?" said Claire. "We all draw a card," he explained. "The person with the highest card picks a forfeit for the person with the lowest card. OK?" The group giggled and nodded nervously. Paul placed the pack in the centre of them and nodded to Amanda to pick a card. She picked one out but did not look at it. The others followed suit. On Paul's cue, they each turned their card over and lay it in front of them. Paul had the highest and Rob the lowest. "Bastard," Rob groaned to Paul. "You've fixed it!" "Now take it like a gentleman," laughed Paul. "Your forfeit is to do a moony to the girls." Claire and Amanda squealed with delight as Rob rose to his feet and turned his back on them. They heard him unfastening his belt and zip and watched eagerly as he moved either hand to the side of his trousers. With a sudden movement he whipped his clothes down and flashed his gleaming white bum to them before raising his clothes equally quickly. The trio of watchers clapped and laughed enthusiastically as the Rob rejoined them in the ring. The cards were restored and Rob drew the first card followed by the rest. This time it was Amanda who drew the lowest and Paul who again drew the highest card. "Right," announced Paul with a tone of authority. "Amanda, you are to allow Rob one minute of free use of your body in the dark in the kitchen." "Oh am I?" Amanda queried nervously. "You are indeed," Paul's warning tone quelled any thoughts of disobedience. Nervously, Amanda rose to her feet. She was aware that Claire was watching her closely and she was determined that she would not have the pleasure of seeing her wimp out. Without looking behind her she walked into the kitchen and out of sight behind the door. She heard the sound of Rob following her and leaned back against the wall as he entered and shut the door behind him. "What's going on?" she whispered to him. "Claire's been a naughty girl and I asked Paul for advice. He set this up." "What's the score with you two then?" Amanda asked. "We occasionally have a bit of something but just lately, she's been really bitchy." Rob had slipped his hands around Amanda in the darkness as they whispered and she felt him take both of her hands in one of his and lift them up the wall, high above her head. She felt his other hand trace the outline of her breasts and she exhaled softly in delight. His free hand moved down her body and experimentally, he released her hands so as to free his own. She remained standing as he had left her and he raised the hem of her dress and moved towards her in the gloom. Soon she could feel his erection through his trousers as he ground his groin against hers. The sensation was electrifying and the knock on the door and Paul's call "Time up" was a big disappointment to her. The couple re-entered the room and Claire studied Amanda's face. Conscious that she was flushed, Amanda hoped that not too much would be evident in the candle light. The game went on. Rob got his own back on Paul by making him remove all of his clothes except for his boxer shorts,(which did little to hide his growing erection) but miraculously, Claire avoided any penalty until she was the only one of the four to be clothed only in her underwear. Finally, however Claire drew the lowest card and looked expectantly and nervously at Amanda who had drawn the highest. "A choice," said Amanda, relishing her power. "Either," she paused dramatically, " a complete strip, to the nude" she added watching Claire's look of horror, "or," she paused again,"two minutes in handcuffs and blindfold and .....". Claire looked from one to another of the three but seeing no mercy on offer finally opted for the latter. While the men improvised a blindfold, Amanda retrieved the handcuffs from the bedroom. Returning to the lounge she took Claire's hands and fastened them behind her back. Claire stood uncertainly in the centre of the room, not knowing what to expect. "Your two minutes starts, now!" declared Paul dramatically. Rob began to unbutton Claire's expensive silk blouse while Amanda, delighting in the situation, unfastened the other woman's skirt. She drew it down Claire's elegant legs leaving her standing in what looked like very expensive lingerie. She was wearing a pale blue matching outfit of camilsole, french knickers and stockings and suspenders. The trio of tormentors admired her briefly before looking questioningly at each other. They moved away from her and huddled together. "What now," mouthed Rob. "You've had her, I haven't," complained Paul. "Let's see what we can get away with." They returned to Claire who stood nervously shifting from one foot to the other. Paul moved behind her and slipped his hands around her on to her breasts. She breathed in suddenly but did not protest so he continued to stroke her. It was apparent that she was wearing no bra and within seconds her nipples could be clearly seen poking through the silky camisole. Amanda reached for the thin straps that supported it and pulled them off her shoulders allowing the camisole to fall down, revealing Claire's breasts in the process. To her own surprise, Amanda could not resist taking one of Claire's nipples into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue. She knew what turned her on and was delighted with the level of response she was able to evoke from the other woman. Paul had joined her on Claire's other breast and Amanda was just beginning to wonder what Rob was doing when she felt her own bra being removed. Soon she too was topless and delighting in the touch of Rob's tongue on her breasts. She could not resist nipping Claire with her teeth and was turned on to hear Claire's moan in response. "That must be two minutes," complained Claire after a few more seconds and reluctantly, the trio freed her and removed her blindfold. By now there was no point in pretence and the game was abandoned as the girls sat side by side on the floor facing the two men who had collapsed on to the settee. They all eyed each other speculatively. "What now?" asked Rob. "Confessions?" suggested Amanda. "OK," said Claire, "but you first." Amanda regarded the other three, wondering how far she could go. Finally, urged on by Paul, she accepted their pledges of secrecy and commenced her tale. "When I sucked your breasts just now," she began, turning to Claire, "Was that you?" Claire interrupted incredulously. "It wasn't the first time that I had done it to a woman," she continued. "I didn't think so somehow," Paul murmured. "Do tell us when." "It wasn't so long ago actually," Amanda responded. "Last summer in fact. I was at a wedding reception and to cut a long story short, I and the best man sort of struck it off rather well so that when he and his girlfriend went back to their hotel room for the night, I was invited along for a night-cap. I couldn't work out what the score was but was really turned on and fancied the bloke something rotten so I thought 'what the heck?' and went along." "Once we got into the room, she announced that she was having a bath and disappeared into the bath room leaving us alone with the mini-bar. Soon we were snogging and when he began to push my dress up my legs, I didn't stop him. I must have been a bit drunk because I allowed him to take it off altogether leaving me in my underwear and stockings. I didn't even protest when he bent me over the end of the bed and took me from behind. I'd been wanting it all day and I was absolutely desperate for it. He removed my bra as he fucked me having just pulled my pants to one side to enter me. I had my face squashed into the mattress and to be honest had forgotten all about his girlfriend, when suddenly, there was a flash and I jerked up to see her standing naked with a camera in her hands. I don't know whether it was a set up or what, but she continued to take pictures while I got well and truly screwed. He even used the neck of a bottle on me and I still didn't complain and was able to return the compliment when he spread her wide on the bed and gave me the camera. It was strange watching another woman being whored and I loved photographing it, but once the film ran out I couldn't see any reason why I shouldn't join in again. It seemed so natural to start licking her breasts while he fucked her and I even indulged in some serious kissing with her, though that wasn't quite such a turn on." "After a while he withdrew and she slid further up the bed. I just crawled over her and settled down for some "69" with her. Her tongue was fantastic and I hope she enjoyed the licking I was giving her as much as I was revelling in what she was doing to me. It was strange to see another cunt in close up and she tasted delicious. He must have found another film because there were some more flashes before I felt him kneeling behind me. Because of the angle I was to her, he was finding it difficult to penetrate me but I was so aroused that when he moved to the other hole instead, I did not object. I must have stopped licking the girl however because she moved her face to mine and asked me to describe what he was doing to me." "He's buggering me," I whispered. "He's got his prick up my arse and he's screwing my bottom." She asked me what it felt like and I answered, "Fabulous". Apparently he'd been trying to persuade her for ages to let him take her like that but she hadn't been prepared to. Once she saw me enjoying it however she plucked up enough courage. She didn't say anything but just moved so that her bottom was beside mine. I felt him withdraw and I sat up to face her as he tried to penetrate her. He was finding it very tight so I got some moisturising lotion from the dressing table and smeared some on to my finger tips. He moved back slightly to allow me access to her bum and I creamed her gently with the lotion. I couldn't resist slipping a finger into her arse once I had fully lubricated it and her sudden intake of breath as I did it was so exciting to hear. I moved back and told the guy that she was ready and then I sat on the bed in front of her and held her shoulders. He lined himself up again and I felt her tense in anticipation. I told her to try and relax and she did so though I could feel her shaking. He pushed again and the cream must have done the trick because all of a sudden he was inside her and she was crying out. I asked her if she was OK but she just nodded and grunted "Wonderful" and then suddenly lunged forward to take one of my breasts into her mouth. She bit it savagely but the pain was exquisite and it was an amazing turn on to know that we were both being used like this. After a while she dropped her head and I arranged myself so that my cunt was right in front of her face. Instinctively, she started to lick me and bite my clitoris and after a few minutes we were all on the point of coming. He was moving faster and harder into her bottom and she was licking me with greater and greater urgency. Then the movements of both of them became quite frantic and I saw him pull out and cascade his spunk all over her back and arse. She came at the same moment and I followed a second later. It was such a huge turn on that when she collapsed flat on the bed, I could not resist licking her clean of spunk and even licking all around her arse hole. It was bright red and after licking it, I blew gently on to it and was rewarded with moans of delight from her." Amanda sat back looking at her audience. They were clearly stunned by her tale and took a few seconds to recover. "Well," exclaimed Claire. "How do you follow that?" She looked at the others in amazement. "Surely you've had a few exciting encounters?" Amanda prompted her. "I suppose so but nothing as exciting as that." "Tell us anyway," urged Paul moving so that he was behind her and she could lean back on him. He moved his hands around her and cradled her breasts in them. She moaned gently and as if that were a cue, Rob took up the same position with Amanda who was sat back on her heels. Since she was slightly higher than Claire who was sat on the floor itself, Rob was able to lodge his prick between the cheeks of Amanda's bottom and she found it a glorious turn on knowing that the other two could not see what was happening to her. "I was working at the building society," began Claire "and to be honest, I was bored rigid with the job. I was still hoping to get into modelling so only saw the job as a temporary thing. The money wasn't too good and I quite often had to sponge off my boyfriend. I used to love flirting at work with clients and would often go bra-less in the summer months. One day I had to show a client over a house in one of the local villages and arranged to meet him there. He kept me waiting about half an hour but as it was such a sunny day I went through to the back garden and waited in the sun. It was a detached bungalow and the back garden was not overlooked at all so I sat on a wall around the patio and drew my skirt to the top of my legs to build on my tan. The client suddenly appeared around the house and saw me as I was before I noticed him. In fact I suspected that he had ogled me for a minute or two before deciding to make his presence known by coughing quietly. I leapt to my feet apologising profusely but he laughed and said that the fault was all his for keeping me waiting. He was a real hunk but about twenty years older than me. He was in good shape and had a marvellous tan and was a real charmer. I could feel myself warming to him as I showed him around. He was interested in the house as a furnished let as he worked and had his home in London but wanted somewhere to escape to at weekends." "I remarked that it must be nice to be in a situation where he could afford to run two homes but he laughed and said that he deserved it for the money he made his company. He was delighted with the property and said that it was just what he was looking for. I asked him if his wife would be looking at it before they made a final decision but he laughed again and said that she would not actually know of its existence. It transpired that it was to be used by him and some of his executive friends as a "nooky hideaway" and he was not at all embarrassed to tell me this. Rather than being shocked, I found myself getting really turned on by this and when he suggested that he retrieve a bottle of wine from his car I felt quite happy to share it with him. I rooted out some glasses while he fetched the wine and then we went out on to the patio together. It was a very hot day and he asked me if I minded if he removed his shirt. I said, "Go ahead. You're lucky you can." He took his shirt off to reveal a superb body and then laid the obviously expensive garment down on the grass behind him. "There is of course," he suddenly said, "no reason why you shouldn't take your blouse off too if you wanted to. We're hardly likely to be disturbed." "I was absolutely stunned and looked at him open mouthed, but he pressed on gently. "You sunbathe topless abroad surely? I promise you that you will be quite safe with me." "To my own amazement, I found myself standing up and pulling my blouse out of my skirt. Whether it was the wine or not, I don't know but suddenly, there I was unbuttoning my blouse in front of a complete stranger. I tried to be as cool as possible as I laid my blouse beside his shirt and resumed my position beside him. I was shaking with excitement and he asked me if I was cold. I just shook my head, I could hardly speak. We sat there a little longer as he chatted to me and I suddenly felt glorious in the wickedness of the situation. It was as if someone had suddenly turned my nerves off because I found myself flirting outrageously with him." "I started to question him about the women that he would be bringing down and asked what his wife would do if she found out." "I don't hide it from her," he replied. "While I'm down here with a whore, she's getting screwed in town by one of her young studs." "Don't you mind?" I asked incredulously. "Not at all. We play by the same rules so no one gets hurt." "And are they really, er, whores," I asked. "Not full time professionals," he explained, "but working women who want to make a bit on the side. Former colleagues, wives of friends and so on. Often it is they who ring me up to say there's something they want to buy or so on and we arrange a mutually rewarding session which helps both of us." "I couldn't see much wrong with the arrangement, to be honest" Claire told the other three and so when I mentioned that I was usually hard up for cash he jokingly suggested that I might like to join the arrangement. "And?" Rob prompted her. "I didn't know whether he was serious," said Claire, "so I just giggled but when he pressed me as to whether there was something I particularly wanted right then, I had to admit that I was lusting after a dress I'd seen but it was over two hundred pounds and I couldn't possibly justify the expense." "An hour's work and it could be yours," I heard him say. "I still didn't know whether he was propositioning me or merely discussing the principle so I just nodded. I was really turned on, both by excitement of the situation sitting topless with him and by the topic of conversation and to be honest, I was enjoying both." "What do you say then?" I heard him ask me. "What?" I replied moronically. "Would you like that dress to be yours?" "I couldn't tear my eyes away from his so when he leant over and kissed me, I found myself responding passionately. I could feel his hands on my breasts and my nipples threatening to explode and his whispering in my ear." "Just an hour's work and the dress could be yours...." "What could I do? I was putty in his hands and he knew it. He stood up and led me back into the house and up the stairs. The bedrooms were furnished but there were only covers on the beds. He stood in front of me and murmured, "OK?". I just nodded, not really sure what I was doing and he took his wallet out and counted out four, fifty pound notes and placed them on the vanity unit. This was it then, I told myself. I had accepted a contract to whore myself. I was going to sell my body, let a stranger use my cunt and my mouth. There would be no going back." "He ordered me to strip and I did so as far as my pants, stockings and suspenders. Then he told me to undress him and again I followed his orders. When I got down to his pants, I found he was fully erect and I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down. I knew what he wanted so I knelt in front of him and slipped his pants down. His prick was huge and sprang out in front of me. I could barely get it into my mouth but finally succeeded and allowed him to fuck my throat. While he was using me like this, I cradled his balls and slipped a finger between the cheeks of his arse. He obviously loved that," "Don't all men?" interrupted Amanda. "and would have come soon," continued Claire, "but he pulled out and lifted me up. He led me over to the window and got me to lean forward onto the window sill. He then took me from behind and it was lucky that I was so wet because he would have hurt me otherwise. He really was massive and I felt like I was being shafted by a telegraph pole. He slipped a hand underneath me and played with my breasts and then my clitoris. He certainly knew what he was doing and I was loving it. All the time he was whispering to me, "How does it feel to be a prostitute? You know you are whoring yourself don't you?" "I knew it alright and I was loving it. He led me back to the bed and gave me the most amazing licking, running his tongue from my clitoris to my arse in long slow strokes. He lifted my legs over his shoulders to get at me better and it really was wonderful. I came like that and then he made me spread my legs wide for him on the bed while he just studied me. I lay there, completely naked with my legs wide open while a stranger decided how to use me next. Truly, I was being whored." "Wonderful," murmured Amanda. "It was," agreed Claire. "Finally, he made me kneel on all fours and took me like that until he was almost coming. Then he moved in front of me and entered my mouth again. I could taste my own cunt on him and it was incredibly sexy. I realised that for the first time I was actually going to let a man shoot his spunk into my mouth and I was quite happy about it. He absolutely flooded me and I wasn't sure that I could swallow fast enough to keep up with him but I managed somehow. He went away after that and I went back to the office two hundred quid richer, but with the knowledge that I had whored myself." "Have you seen him since?" asked Rob. Claire merely raised her eyebrows. "Wouldn't you like to know" she teased. "Tell us," pleaded Rob. "No," Claire repeated. "Right, men's talk," announced Paul as he stood up. He and Rob moved into a clinch in the corner of the room while Claire and Amanda eyed them nervously. They returned after a brief huddle. "Amanda, you disobeyed me last night and I told you then you would be punished for it. Claire, you have to learn that there are times when you cannot say "No" and this is one of them. You both know what to expect don't you?" Amanda nodded, only too aware of what was to follow. Claire followed suit though she had only a vague suspicion of what was to come. "Kneel in front of the settee, both of you." The girls crawled over to the settee and knelt side by side, their bottoms sticking out just past their heels. They rested their fore arms on the settee and laid their heads down so that they were facing each other. Amanda took Claire's hand in her own. "Be brave," she whispered. They heard the men take up positions behind them. "What is it going to be with?" she whispered to Paul. "The cane," he replied. Amanda sought Claire's eyes with her own. "Just take it," she murmured. There was a sudden swish and she felt the sting of the cane across her bottom. Another followed and it was Claire that experienced the pain this time. Her eyes opened wide and filled with tears. "OK, OK," reassured Amanda as they were caned in turn. Finally, the cane was moved to their backs and they each received two strokes across their perfect skin. "Is that it?" Amanda asked through clenched teeth. "Not quite," answered Paul ominously. "Turn over." The girls did as instructed and sat up on their heels. The cane was laid across Amanda's breasts and two quick strokes followed. Claire then had to take the same punishment before the cane was discarded and each girl found a prick waiting in front of them. All thoughts of disobedience extinguished, they dutifully allowed free use of their mouths and then their cunts and finally their bottoms before the men got the girls to lie side by side on the floor. Kneeling beside them as the Amanda and Claire held hands tenderly, they masturbated themselves over the girls until their spunk drenched the two women. Finally, exhausted the men stood up and pulled the girls to their feet. Spunk began to flow down their bodies. "We're going to shower," announced Amanda. "We don't want to find you here when we come down." Leading Claire up the stairs, Amanda knew that she was about to take another female lover and to her surprise, she was dying to. Responses to joej66@hotmail.com 2490 1.23/512345