Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Not noticing Greg’s look of surprise, since her head and eyes were now down, Mrs. C. continued. “And thank you for showing my master how to properly use the different tools to punish his whore, and for stretching this whore’s ass, with the butt plug,” she finished breathlessly, not daring to look up at Greg, for fear that she would disappoint him once more.

Raising her chin up to look at him, Greg gently praised her, “That was much better Mrs. C. Now tell me, do you like having your ass filled with that plug?”

Nodding her head slightly, she replied, “Yes Sir.”

“Very good. Now tell me, Mrs. C, do you think Sara should be rewarded for being such a big helper?”

A very quiet “Yes Sir.”

Turning to Sara, Greg informed her, “You’ve been such a wonderful help to both myself and my Whore. I’d like to pay you back for your kindness.”

She began to reply, “oh no, that’s not necessary. I…”

“No really, I do insist. You can do whatever you want to her as your reward.”

“Anything?” she asks.

“Anything,” Greg replied.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to try… but I’ve never had the opportunity to… you know,” Sara mumbled in an embarrassed voice, “to… fuck a girl with a strap-on,” she finally finished.

Beaming a big smile at her, Greg replied, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Stroking Mrs. C’s hair, he asked, “Would you like to fuck her in the pussy or her nice tight ass?”

“Oh, I’d like to fuck her ass, if I could,” she quickly replied.

“You most certainly can, Sara. Mrs. C. here would love it, wouldn’t you, Whore?”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Yes Sir.”

Walking to another wall display, Sara took down a black leather harness and, reaching into a display case to her left, pulled out a pink dildo that was about 7 inches long and about an 1 ½” wide. Holding it up, she asked me, “Is this ok, Sir?”

“That’ll do just fine, Sara,” Greg replied as she walked back over to stand in front of the kneeling Mrs. C. “Now before you begin, Sara, I want you to take your clothes off please.”

After placing the harness and dildo on the counter beside her, and blushing a deep shade of red, Sara pulled off her t-shirt and unclasped her bra, revealing a very pretty little set of titties, with very hard nipples and dark areolas. When she appeared to be hesitant to go any further, as she stood there half-naked attempting to cover her breasts with one arm, Greg gently coaxed her on. “Now the pants and panties, Sara.”

With a nervous smile, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her stretch pants and pulled them down her legs, revealing a pretty pink thong, covering a small tuft of light colored hair above her slit. Once she had stepped out of her pants, she repeated the process for her panties.

When she finally stood naked in front of them, Greg couldn’t help but admire her body. Though she wasn’t as shapely as Mrs. C, her body had just enough curves to be sexy, and was tight in all the right places. It was evident she kept herself in good shape. “Wow, you are stunningly sexy Sara,” Greg complimented her.

Blushing an even deeper red, she replied “thank you Sir.”

“Now go ahead and get in that harness there.” As she busied herself with the harness and dildo, Greg asked “what position would you like to fuck the Whore in?”

“I’d really like to have her on her back with her knees up beside her head, so that I can look into her eyes as I fuck her ass,” she replied without any hesitation. Obviously this wasn’t the first time she had thought about this.

“You heard her, Whore. On your back. Grab your legs. That’s it, now raise that ass up.” Once she was in position, she had an arm wrapped behind each knee, holding them as close to the sides of her head as she could. This raised her ass off the ground, and spread her pussy and ass quite nicely for them.

Sara then knelt before Mrs. C.’s offered ass and began working several fingers into her still moist pussy. When they were covered in juices, she applied them to her rubber cock. It was sort of surreal watching this pretty girl stroking her own cock. She repeated this procedure several more times, until her cock glistened. She then reached down and slowly pulled out the butt plug, marveling at how the sphincter stretched to accommodate the fattest part of the plug, and then watched the muscle immediately tighten up as the plug was removed. Once the plug was out of the way, Sara scooted forward again until her cock was poised at Mrs. C.’s asshole. Then, nudging the head in, she began to slowly work its length into Mrs. C.

Mrs. C. began to grunt and bite her lower lip in concentration, as more and more of the rubber cock made its way into her ass. This was the second time today that she had had a cock in her ass. When Sara had the full length of her cock buried in Mrs. C., she began to slowly fuck it in and out of her. Soon the strokes began to pick up in speed, and were now making a distinct slapping sound each time she bottomed out in her ass. Sara was staring intently at Mrs. C.’s face as she continued her assault on her ass. Sara was enjoying the sensations as well as each time she bottomed out in Mrs. C’s asshole, the rubber cock would rub against her exposed clit sending waves of pleasurable sensations throughout her body.

Surprising everyone, Sara suddenly asked, “Please Sir, will you spank my ass with the crop, while I fuck your Whore? I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished as well,” she added meekly.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Greg quickly replied, “Of course.”

With that, he took up the crop Sara had discarded earlier, and began laying into Sara’s ass. He started off with light strokes, but as her ass reddened, Greg began to increase the strength of the blows. Soon Sara was grunting with each blow and was hammering her cock in and out of Mrs. C.’s ass as hard as she could.

“Yes, beat my ass Sir. I’ve been a very bad girl. Spank my ass as I fuck your Whore.” She began to rant these phrases over and over, as she picked up the pace of her thrusts. Soon Mrs. C. was grunting right along with Sara and it was obvious she was close to cumming again.

“You have been a bad little girl, Sara,” Greg admonished her, as he continued beating her ass, “and now you’re going to make the Whore cum again,” he pointed out.

“Yeah? Are you going to cum for me, you dirty little Whore?” And with that Sara grabbed hold of the chain connecting the two nipple clamps and began tugging hard on them while she continued to hammer away at Mrs. C’s abused ass.

What a sight this was. Greg had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that something like this could have happened today. Yet here was this pretty little blonde thing, kneeling naked before him, wearing a large rubber cock, fucking the shit out of Mrs. C’s asshole and torturing her nipples, all the while begging him to beat her ass with a crop. Greg was in heaven and didn’t want it to end.