The New Girl
By
BDSM_Tourguide
Day Three:
Honey rolled out of the bed at the early hour of noon at the wicked
behest of her alarm clock. John was still sound asleep beside her, so it must be
Saturday today. She didn't know how he did it, but he could get up at ten
o'clock every morning without and alarm clock and when Saturday and Sunday
rolled around he would sleep in automatically. She knew it was Saturday anyway;
she had to go to work today. She actually liked her job even though there wasn't
much to it. It paid the bills and was slightly fun, even though she would
probably never admit that to anyone.
She staggered out of the room in her half-asleep daze and headed into
the washroom for a shower. She turned on the water and let it get warm and got
in. She lathered, rinsed and repeated her hair, then conditioned. While the
conditioner sat, she shaved her armpits and pussy, and then rinsed the
conditioner from her hair and the shaving cream from her body. She lathered a
cloth and started washing herself from head to toes and then rinsed.
While she was rinsing the shower curtain suddenly leapt forward at her
and she heard a loud 'Arrr!' She shrieked and almost fell over, her heart
pounding. She heard John in the washroom laughing heartily at her.
"Don't DO that!" she said in her best early morning cranky voice. "You
scared the shit out of me!"
John was using the toilet, pissing. "Eww!" He said. "Does that mean you
made a big mess in there?"
"Oh ha ha!" She shot back. "If only you were half as funny as you
thought you were, you could be a comedian and travel the world."
"Smartass." He said and flushed. He poked his head in the shower and
kissed her. "Good morning, sweetie. It's nice to see you in a good mood today."
"I'm not in a good mood." She said with her tongue in cheek. "But if I
keep smiling and laughing, then no one will suspect me of killing you when you
pull these little stunts of yours."
"Aww, but baby, I was just having a little fun!" John laughed.
Honey turned off the shower tap and got out. She reached for her towel
and began drying off. "So, what's the plan for the new girl today?" She asked.
"I don't know." John responded. "It's Saturday and I don't really have
anything in mind. We might sit and watch TV all day or something. Or I could
drive you to work and we could come have lunch with you if you want."
"No, you better not." Honey said. "You know how weird my boss gets when
I have actual people there."
"Oh right." He said. "What I wouldn't give for six hours alone with that
woman. Just her, my flogger and me. I'm sure I could do something to improve her
attitude."
Honey finished drying and said. "Oh, come on, dear. She's not that bad.
She just doesn't like the employees to have personal guests."
"But it's you freaking lunch!" John exclaimed. "You would figure she
could at least let you have people visit for that."
She kissed his nose and said. "Nope, we can't have visitors." Then she
headed off into the bedroom to finish getting ready. John followed her back into
the bedroom.
John sat on the foot of the bed, propping his feet on wet cunt's belly
while honey styled her hair and put on her make-up. The made small talk and
joked with each other while she was dressing. While she was finishing getting
ready, John went into the kitchen and made her a couple of sandwiches to eat
before she left for work.
Wet cunt lay there quietly, watching the two of them interact. She
smiled at how naturally they seemed to get along and how well their conversation
seemed to flow. If the truth were to be known, she liked them both very much.
She was happy to be here and was happy to have met them. Her life was definitely
different now than it was three days ago. Three days ago she was a nurse working
at her hospital, leading a 'normal' life. She stayed home with her cats, she
read a lot, and she went for walks in the evenings. She was, as they say, a
staple of normality. Well, okay, to be fair, three days ago she knew all about
bondage and sadism and the like and knew she was coming to stay with John and
honey.
A year ago, however, she would have been considered a staple of
normality. She had only just begun to read about bondage and, although she was
aroused by the thoughts and images, she hadn't really considered ever serving or
even being submissive. Before she read about these things, she didn't even
really know what a submissive was. When she saw the BDSM website, she read the
articles and messages to and from submissives, but never really thought anything
about it. She though it was just a quirky little community created so people of
alternative lifestyles could meet. But there were actual articles and
informative stories instead. It didn't seem to be a 'personals' site at all.
She went about her normal life, though. Doing the things she normally
did. She kept finding herself thinking about some of the things she had read.
For some reason, she couldn't get certain thoughts out of her head. She found
herself back at the site and really reading the articles and stories each time
she visited it. Some things in some of the articles seemed to speak directly to
her on some deeper level. She even found herself responding to some of the
articles and messages left by some of the people. How that happened, she
wondered.
Her revelry was broken suddenly. She heard the door close and then she
heard John's footsteps coming down the hall. He appeared in the doorway of the
bedroom and looked down at her. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Good morning, Master." She said.
"Good morning, cunt. How did you sleep last night?"
"Much better, Master, thank you. Your wet cunt found that the rope
through her collar left her more able to move and turn over and such."
"Good. I was going for more comfortable, yet secure when I tied you last
night. So, I guess I did an okay job of it."
She giggled a little. "Yes, Master, you did wonderfully."
He shook his hips and said. "Why, thank you. Thank you very much. You've
been a wonderful audience."
Wet cunt laughed out loud and whistled at him from her position on the
floor. John had a great sense of humour. He was witty and funny and always
seemed to know what to say to lighten a moment when it needed lightening. He
could also be very serious, though. He could silence her with a look. He could
speak one word and she knew whether he was pleased or displeased instantly. She
could look into his eyes and know if she was meeting his expectations or not.
"Well, let's get you up from there, shall we, cunt?" John said and moved
near her. He crouched down and untied the knot holding her collar to the bed
frame. He checked the collar again to make sure it wasn't leaving marks or
wasn't too snug. Her skin wasn't marked and the circulation seemed fine. He took
his hands away from her so she could get to her hands and knees.
Wet cunt rolled over and got on all fours, looking up at John. He looked
down at her and smiled again. He did not reach for the leash, nor did he give
her any command to heel or follow. She was a little concerned by this.
"Master? Is there anything you want your wet cunt to do?"
"I imagine she wants to go pee, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Master, she does have to do that."
"Well, why doesn't she go pee and then meet me in the living room?"
"She was waiting for your permission, Master."
"Oh! Oh yeah!" John slapped his forehead. "What was I thinking? How
silly of me. Of course you were waiting for permission. Go pee, cunt, then meet
me in the living room."
"Yes, Master. Your wet cunt will be there shortly." She said and trotted
off to the washroom.
John walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He found the
remote and flipped the TV on. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, so the
options would be scarce. About fifty talk shows, twenty soap operas, a couple of
baseball games, golf and Star Trek: TNG. He decided on baseball and flipped over
to watch one of the games. It was only into the second inning, so he hadn't
missed much.
Wet cunt crawled into the living room and knelt beside John's legs. She
had brushed her teeth and hair and made herself presentable. She decided not to
mention to him just how hard it is to brush your teeth and hair and find
deodorant when you are not allowed to rise from your knees. In an effort to
maintain domestic tranquility and to keep her own ass a respectable shade, she
would not bring up those types of things. She looked to see what her master was
watching on the television. Baseball, she thought, it figures. Typical man on
Saturday: Get out of the bed and go straight to the couch. Next, he would have
her fetching beer for him, too.
John reached down and played with her hair. She put her head against his
leg and smiled, even though she knew he couldn't see her smiling from this
angle. It felt nice, having someone pay attention to her and show her affection.
Even if she did feel more like a pet than a human these last couple of days, she
felt good. She felt closeness and she felt she was cared for. She smiled a
little more at her own thoughts.
How could a 'normal' grown woman find such comfort in giving herself up
like this? She wondered. It was very liberating, really, to give up one's
control and just let someone else take care of you. It almost made her feel like
a child again, but the sensation was different. It was more like the feeling of
a very secure lover that wrapped his arms around her and left them there
permanently. Even though she had endured some fairly humiliating things since
she was here and would, no doubt, endure more before she left, she knew he cared
for her. He showed it in his attitude toward her and in his words.
She heard light snoring and looked up. John's head had fallen back on
the couch and he was snoring softly, the baseball game still going on in the
background. What a man he is, wet cunt though and laughed slightly. She left her
head lying on his leg and just listened to his breathing. She was comfortable
and she knew he was comfortable with her, too.
Eventually, the baseball game ended and she had to pee really badly. She
didn't ant to just get up and go without asking permission. She was afraid John
might wake up and find her not in her place and punish her. She tugged his pant
leg slightly and he roused and looked at her.
"Yes?" He asked sleepily.
"Master, may your wet cunt please go pee?"
"Yes, go ahead." He said. "Come back when you're done."
"Yes, Master." She said and crawled off to the washroom. She sat on the
toilet and relieved herself then crawled back into the living room as ordered.
John was now lying on the couch, his head on one of the throw pillows. She
crawled quietly over to him and knelt near him, to be more accessible when he
woke up.
She was there a great deal longer than she thought he would be.
Apparently, when John slept he really slept. She sat through another ballgame
and most of SportsCenter before he finally woke up. He stretched and looked at
her.
"Hey, cunt." He said the sleep still evident in his voice. "What time is
it?"
She looked at the clock above the couch and said "It's a little before
seven, Master."
"Seven? Holy cow! I can't believe you sat there and waited for me to
wake up for four hours. I can't believe I slept that long."
"It wasn't so bad, Master. The Red Sox won and apparently Tiger Woods is
on his way to another win. He's two strokes up in round three."
"You must have been bored." John said, sitting up and stretching.
"A little, Master, but not too badly." She said, looking up at him.
"Well, come on, cunt. I suppose I should have shower." John said,
stretching again.
He got up and looked down at her. He gave the order to heel and walked
to the washroom with her following behind him on her hands and knees. He
undressed himself and began running water in the tub. When it was to the right
temperature, he turned on the shower and got in. He told wet cunt to stand up
and get in with him, which she did without hesitation.
This time, she knew what was expected of her, so she took up the
washcloth and soap and began washing him. She paid extra attention to his cock
and ass, knowing it turned him on. She again got on her knees behind him and
tongued his asshole to make sure it was clean enough to pass inspection.
Once she was finished washing him, he traded places with her and watched
as she washed herself. She washed thoroughly, making sure anyplace he would
touch her or put his mouth on her was pleasant. She also shaved her armpits,
pussy and legs. When she was finished, she noticed he had an erection and was
looking at her thoughtfully. She blushed and grinned, knowing something kinky
and perverted was going through his mind at the time.
He shut off the taps and had her dry him, then herself. He had her
return to her hands and knees and follow him into the bedroom. She waited on her
knees on the bedroom floor as he took a few items from his bedside table. Mostly
some rope, but she also saw him pick up a butt plug.
He returned to her and laid the items on the bed and had her stand up.
He picked up the rope and wrapped her breasts firmly in several loops so they
were bound and stood out more than usual. He pulled the free ends of the rope
behind her and tied them in a knot behind her back. The free ends of the rope
now dangled behind her, well past her ass and almost to her knees. He pulled her
arms behind her back and used the free ends of the rope to tie her wrists
together. She stood now, in the middle of the bedroom, her breasts bound and her
hands secured behind her back. She was breathing hard, turned on by the simple
act of being tied up. She could feel the wetness between her legs. Her smooth
shaven pussy lips were covered in her juice.
She gasped audibly as John came behind her and bent her forward. He
dribbled a few drops of liquid lubricant on her asshole and held the butt plug
to the skin there. She moaned and her hips moved involuntarily as he moved the
tip of the plug around a little to coat it with the lubricant. She moaned even
louder as he pushed the plug into her tight asshole. And she moaned loudest of
all when the plug sank all the way into her, the base resting against the skin
of her ass. She was panting audibly now, her need so great. She had not cum
since she had been here. She felt so neglected. So needy. She knew she needed to
cum. She wanted it more than anything else right now.
John pulled her up by her hair to a standing position. She whimpered as
her pulled her hair, not in pain, but in need. She wanted him. She wanted him to
take her. To fuck her like the slut cunt she was. She begged him with her eyes.
She pleaded with him in her mind.
He looked at her and asked, "What is it, cunt?"
"Master, your wet cunt is so much in need. Will you please take her and
fuck her like the lowly slut she is? Please, Master, fuck your wet cunt and let
her cum for you."
"No, cunt." John said. Wet cunt whimpered. He looked at her sternly and
she dropped her eyes away from his gaze. "I will take you and let you com when I
feel you are good and ready. I don't think that you are needy enough yet."
Not needy enough? She almost screamed at him. Look at me, you clueless
man! Don't you see me burning in my own need here? Can't you smell me? I know I
can, you insensitive man. I want you to take me so badly! I hate you, you fuck!
John looked at her. It looked as if he was reading her mind. He seemed
to sense what was going through her head. He slapped her, leaving a red
handprint on her face. He pulled her by her hair to the bed and threw her down
on it. Without the use of her hands, she landed face down. She saw John pick up
the paddle, the same on he had used on her the first day. She squirmed, trying
to roll over and cover her ass, but before she could he was on top of her. He
pinned her face down with a knee between her shoulders. He brought the paddle
down hard on her ass, making a loud smacking sound against her soft skin. She
cried out and began to weep.
"Do you question my judgement, cunt?" John asked sharply, again bringing
the paddle down across her ass. He wasn't angry with her, she knew that. He just
would not let her question him, whether it was aloud or even in her mind.
"I'm sorry, Master. Your wet cunt will never question you again,
Master!" She sobbed. He brought the paddle down on her ass again anyway.
"Please, Master, your wet cunt will be good, she promises. Please, Master, no
more!"
John put the paddle back down and got up off of her. He pulled her up by
her hair and dragged her, whimpering the whole way, to the corner of the room.
He pushed her to her knees and pushed her nose right into the corner, touching
the wall.
"You stay right there, cunt. You don't say anything and you don't move
an inch. You stay on your knees with your nose touching the corner just like it
is." He said sternly, his mouth right next to her ear.
"Yes, master." She said.
He reached down and slapped her ass hard. "I said no talking, didn't I?"
Not making that mistake twice, she nodded, keeping her nose to the
corner as instructed. John got up and looked down at her, trussed up, her
breasts and hands bound, butt plug firmly in place and kneeling in the corner
like a scolded little girl. He had to admit to himself that this was making him
terribly horny. He wanted to fuck the little cunt right now. He wanted to pull
that plug out of her ass and just rip into her. He wanted to treat her like the
fucking cunt she was.
He knew better, though. He wanted to see her suffer first. He wanted her
to need to cum so badly that she would beg for it. He wanted her to want it so
badly she would do anything for it. He wanted her to act like a wanton slut for
her orgasm.
In the meantime, however, he had a throbbing erection and no release for
a couple of hours at least. He looked at wet cunt and grinned. An idea occurred
to him. Something pleasing to him and more humiliating for her.
He took her by the hair and pulled her nose out of the corner. He turned
only her head, so it was facing him, but the rest of her body was still facing
the corner. He pushed his hard cock into her mouth and pumped her head back and
forth. He listened to the little sounds she made and the slurping sounds of her
mouth on his cock. In a few moments, the orgasm was building in him. He pulled
his cock out of her mouth at the last moment and came all over her face. His cum
found its way onto her forehead, her nose, her left cheek and her lips.
He pushed her nose back into the corner. He would have her clean the
stain later. He left her there, her face covered in his cum, in the corner and
humiliated. He noticed something, though. He saw how she was panting. He saw how
she held herself, almost in a wanting position. On a whim, he reached between
her legs and touched her pussy. It was soaking wet, almost dripping. When he
touched her she moaned against the wall and moved her hips to meet his hand.
He smiled to himself, stood up, licked her juice off his finger and went
to the bathroom to wash her drying saliva off his cock. Once he was cleaned off,
he returned to the living room to watch TV again. It was almost nine, and John
knew he had to record a show for honey at ten o'clock. He decided to go for a
walk rather than just sit around and wait for the program.
He got up and put on his shoes; he picked up his keys and wallet and
walked out of the apartment. He walked down the stairs and out into the night
air. He walked for about forty minutes before finally returning to the
apartment.
He came back up the stairs, got a drink of water, and sat down on the
couch. He turned on the TV and flipped over to the channel for honey's show. In
a few moments, the show came on and he began recording it for her. Once the show
was recording, he got up and went into his office to check his email and maybe
play a game. Basically, wasting time until honey got home.
Honey came home a little after eleven o'clock. She walked down the hall
toward the bedroom, pausing to bid her master hello. She walked into the bedroom
and took off her clothes. She then went to the washroom to use the toilet. She
then returned to her master's office and approached him. She knelt next to his
chair and waited for him to be finished with what he was doing.
In a few moments, he turned off the computer and turned to her. "Hello,
honey. How was work?"
"It was good, Master. We weren't very busy so we got a lot done
tonight." Honey began. She continued to recount her work night for him. He knew
she needed to vent a little each night. To tell him about the different people
and the odd things that happened during her day. He didn't mind listening to
her. A lot of days her work, the people and her coworkers were amusing to him.
He always got a kick out of listening to her stories. She made him smile often.
After several moments, honey said. "So, wet cunt is in the corner in the
bedroom. She was bad today?"
"A little. She questioned my judgment. I thought I would leave her there
for a little while and let her think about what she did. I'll go get her in a
few minutes."
"Okay, Master. I was just wondering."
"Yeah." He said and stood up. "I guess we can go get her now. Would you
like to pester her for a little while?"
"What did you have in mind, Master?"
"I want to make her even more hot and horny than she already is. I want
to see her beg to be fucked before I let her cum."
"I can help with that, yes, Master."
"Alright. Let's go get her and see what we can do to make her life
hell." He laughed. He was joking of course. He knew the state of sexual arousal
wet cunt was in was frustrating, but he figured it wasn't so bad. It could be
worse. She could have not come to him and had to work all this month.
John and honey walked into the bedroom and looked wet cunt over. John
went and fetched her from the corner. He untied her hands and breasts and told
her to go into the washroom and wash his cum off her face in the toilet. She was
allowed to use soap and a cloth, but she was to use the water in the toilet bowl
to wash and rinse. He told her to also bring the washcloth back and clean the
corner where her nose was. He didn't want a stain there from where his cum had
settled on her nose.
Wet cunt moved quickly to comply. She seemed a little dourer since her
corner time. Maybe her time there had really given her some time to think and
something serious about which to think, too.
She went into the washroom and found a washcloth. She took up the bar of
soap and knelt in front of the toilet. She felt so humiliated doing this. She
was mortified and she wanted to cry. She knew she had been bad. She knew what
she had been thinking and John was absolutely right. She should be punished for
her thoughts. She wet the washcloth in the bowl of the toilet and soaped it. She
washed the cum from her face, making sure she got it all off, as it was dry and
sticky by now. Finishing this, she dried her face on the towel hanging from the
rack behind her. She replaced the soap where she found it and was suddenly faced
with a dilemma. She had to bring the washcloth back to the bedroom with her, but
she also had to crawl. And idea occurred to her and she popped the cloth in her
mouth and crawled back into the bedroom and to the corner in which she had
inhabited for the last couple of hours.
John and honey were on the bed. He was licking her pussy and she was
moaning loudly and squirming on the bed. Wet cunt felt the twinge of need
between her legs again. She had had nothing since she had been here. Not one
orgasm. She needed one. She was almost to the point of approaching John on her
knees and begging for it. If she didn't think he would see it as distasteful,
she would.
She knelt in the corner and cleaned the cum stain off the wall. She
listened to honey cum as she washed the wall. She wished it was her. She felt
the empty need in the pit of her belly and knew it needed to be filled.
Wet cunt finished her task and, cloth in her mouth, returned to the
washroom to put the cloth away. She then returned to the bedroom and knelt to
the side of the bed, out of the way. Honey was lying on the side of the bed
closest to wet cunt. Honey looked over at her and smiled. Wet cunt wondered what
she was smiling about. Wet cunt sure didn't feel very happy right now. She felt
needy and wanted to cum badly. Her pussy juices were dribbling down her thighs
from her wanton desires. She was sure the other two of them could smell her, so
much in need was she.
"Come over here, cunt." John beckoned and motioned her to the opposite
side of the bed where he was lying. Wet cunt crawled to kneel next to John's
side of the bed as instructed.
"No, cunt. Up here." John instructed her, patting the bed next to him.
Wet cunt had never been allowed on the bed before. She was a little
surprised. She climbed into the bed and lay next to John. He put his arm around
her and held her. She suddenly felt very comforted and very relieved. She was
afraid she really had made him angry and she wanted that less than anything in
the world. She closed her eyes and put her head on his shoulder. She listened to
his breathing and his heartbeat. She sighed deeply and relaxed. She did feel
safe here. She did feel comforted and relieved. She liked being here, even if it
was only temporarily.
She felt a soft, smooth hand on her breast and opened her eyes. Honey had
rolled over to face her and was gently caressing her breast and lightly rolling
her nipple. Honey was smiling at her again, but this time wet cunt smiled back.
Honey stroked her cheek and moved a strand of hair of wet cunt's face. Wet cunt
liked the way honey was touching her. It made her feel comfortable, but at the
same time, it also aroused the need in her again.
John began to kiss her. His lips lightly touched hers, then again more
forcefully. She accepted his kisses and opened her mouth to accept his tongue.
She kissed him deeply and fervently, wanting him more and more with every
second. He began caressing her skin, sending shivers over her body. She wanted
him so badly. She wanted to cum. She needed it, didn't he see that?
Honey moved closer to her, leaning across John's chest, her hands finding
their way to wet cunt's ass and thighs and kneading them lightly, her nails
softly scratching the skin. Wet cunt moaned into John's mouth. She was breathing
harder and faster and she could feel her cunt dripping. God, she wanted a cock
or tongue or anything on or in her pussy. She wanted to cum so badly. She
whimpered slightly, almost a yearning sort of mewl.
John moved away from her lips, kissing his way to her earlobe and licking
it, then moving down to her neck and eventually to her shoulder, licking,
kissing and nibbling the whole way. Wet cunt shivered and moaned and squirmed.
Her hips pressed against the side of his hips and she tried to rub her cunt
against his leg for some kind of relief, but to no avail. John wouldn't raise
his leg to aid her. In fact, he seemed to have rolled onto his hip to keep her
from rubbing against it too much.
Wet cunt reached down and took John's cock in her hand and started
stroking him. She felt him grow hard in her hand, his cock becoming firmer and
warmer as she stroked him. John began to breathe more deeply now and his kisses
and licks on her neck and shoulder were coming faster and more fervently.
Honey moved closer to wet cunt and began to lick and kiss her hip and
thigh. Wet cunt rolled a little and opened her legs slightly to allow honey
access to the aching, needing part of her. But honey didn't seem to see things
wet cunt's way. She licked and kissed wet cunt's belly and thighs, but not once
did she kiss or lick or pay any attention to wet cunt's soaked pussy. Wet cunt
whimpered again, this time more forcefully and needy than before. The yearning
was obvious in her tone.
"Please, Master." Wet cunt said tentatively.
"Please what, cunt?" John asked in her ear, licking her earlobe. Wet cunt
shivered in response.
"Please take your wet cunt. Use her like the slut she is. Please, Master,
have mercy on your wet cunt. Take her and use her as you see fit."
"Is my wet cunt telling me what to do?" John responded looking at her,
his eyebrows rose.
"No, Master. Please, no. Your wet cunt wouldn't tell you what to do,
Master. She is just so hot right now. Her pussy is aching and wet."
John moved himself and honey away from wet cunt a little room on the bed.
"Show me." He said.
Wet cunt rolled onto her back and spread her legs. She could feel the
cool air on her juicy pussy. She could feel her own moisture on her thighs. John
and honey moved so they could look between wet cunt's legs.
"I can't see anything, cunt. I don't think you are telling the truth."
"But Master, can't you see how wet your wet cunt is? Her juices are even
on her thighs!"
"No. I'm sorry, cunt, I can't see a thing. Maybe if I had a better look,
I could."
Wet cunt opened her legs wider and turned her hips so John and honey's
faces were right between her legs. She was so sensitive right now that she could
feel their breath on her skin.
"Is that better, master?" She asked hopefully.
"No, cunt, I still can't see how wet your pussy is. I guess I will have
to put you to bed and let honey finish what you started." He said,
matter-of-factly and indicated his still hard cock.
"No! Please, Master, no. Your wet cunt doesn't understand what you want,
Master. Please tell her what to do to please you."
Honey chimed in and said, "Open your pussy, cunt. Reach down and hold the
lips apart so Master can see for himself how wet your little cunt is."
"Yes, cunt. Do as honey said and open your pussy for me to see. I want
undeniable proof that you are as wet and needy as you claim to be."
"Yes, Master." Wet cunt said. She reached down between her legs and
pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing the inner folds of her soft pink skin. As
she opened her lips drops of her wetness dripped down out of her pussy, over her
asshole and to the bed sheet. The smell of her sex heightened in the room and
was now very evident, causing wet cunt to blush deep red.
"Ah yes." John said. "Now I can see it. You are very wet, my juicy little
slut. You are even making a puddle on my bed."
"Your wet cunt apologizes, Master, but she is truly hot and wet."
"Yes. It would seem so." John said. He reached out and ran a finger
gently down wet cunt's slit, from clit to asshole. Wet cunt shivered again and
her hips bucked involuntarily. She gasped out loud.
"Hmm. It does seem like someone is in desperate need of a good orgasm,
would you say, honey?"
"Yes, Master, it does." Honey agreed looking at wet cunt's dripping
pussy. She licked her lips slightly and grinned.
"I wonder if she is really interested, though. I mean, sure her pussy is
wet, but how can we know for sure if she really wants to cum?"
Wet cunt groaned in frustration. Tears slid from her eyes.
"I don't know what you want me to do!" She sobbed. "Please, all I want is
to cum! I just want to release this agony I am in!" She sniffled and wept.
John was on her in a flash. In one swift movement, he pushed the first
two fingers of his right hand into wet cunt's held open hole and took her by the
throat with his left hand. He was suddenly kneeling over her, his face close to
hers, his eyes inches away from hers. She was terrified and aroused and
confused. His quick actions startled her and she wasn't even sure how to react,
so she lay there, holding her dripping pussy, now filled with two of John's
finger. It seemed her terror was making her even wetter. She was afraid, yes,
but still secure. John's outright display of power was what was making her feel
even more aroused. She felt very small, but very submissive all of a sudden,
like a defenceless animal at the hands of a predator.
John's hand tightened slowly on her throat and he asked sharply. "What
did you say?"
Wet cunt gulped and looked up at him in fear and shock.
"What words did I just hear come out of my wet cunt's mouth?" John asked
severely.
Realization dawned over wet cunt's face like a pall of shadow. She gulped
again and sobbed. She cried, knowing she had made a mistake. Worse than that,
she had made the same mistake twice, which was very bad in John's opinion. She
knew he would not please her now. He would not let her cum now. So, she laid
there and sobbed, her tears rolling down the sides of her face and onto the
sheet.
"Your wet cunt is so sorry, Master! Please don't punish her, Master.
Please! She just wants to cum so badly. Your wet cunt is so frustrated. Please,
Master, please be good to her. Don't punish her for this mistake, please." She
was sobbing in earnest now, hoping her pleas didn't fall on deaf ears. Her eyes
were squeezed shut as she cried.
She suddenly gasped in surprise and her eyes flew open as John curled the
two fingers inside her. She was looking into his face now and sniffling. His
face was tender now, his eyes kind and he smiled at her.
"That's all I wanted, cunt. I wanted to hear you beg for it and mean it.
But I wasn't going to give in to you and I wasn't going to let you get away with
your mistake." He curled his fingers again and she gasped loudly and bucked
against his hand. Her sobs had all but gone away and her need was back now,
fully, and more painfully than before because she felt she was so close to what
she wanted and needed.
"Yes, Master. Your wet cunt is so sorry for losing her head, Master. She
hopes you will forgive her and show her mercy."
John pulled his fingers from her cunt and she groaned as he did. He held
the fingers to her mouth and she licked and sucked them greedily, cleaning all
her juices off of them. He let her go and moved off of her and to the side.
"Honey." He said. "Warm up the cunt."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than honey had her head between
wet cunt's legs and was licking and sucking greedily at her juicy pussy. She
slurped at the juice on her thighs and the juices running down her asshole. She
hungrily tongued wet cunt's still held open and still dripping pussy. She licked
up as much of the juices as she could, but wet cunt was a fountain by now and
the more honey licked, the wetter wet cunt got. Wet cunt was panting and
groaning and bucking against honey's tongue and mouth, but honey would not
relent. She licked wet cunt's pussy and asshole until wet cunt's breathing was
ragged and hard. She paid no attention at all to wet cunt's throbbing clit,
though. She was just warming her for John.
John touched honey's shoulder and honey rose from wet cunt's pussy. She
moved to wet cunt's side and gave her a deep, long kiss, letting wet cunt taste
herself in her mouth. Wet cunt moaned into her mouth and enjoyed the taste of
herself on this woman's tongue. When honey broke the kiss, wet cunt's eyes were
full of desire. She looked like she was so hot she could smoke. Honey leaned in
and kissed wet cunt again, this time, she moved her hand up to toy with her
nipples and cup wet cunt's ample breasts as she kissed her.
John surprised wet cunt by entering her suddenly. She gasped and moaned
into honey's mouth as John pushed the entire length of his cock into wet cunt's
pussy. She gasped at how easily it slid into her and how deeply she felt him.
Then she realized she was still holding herself open. Everything was happening
so fast and she was so stunned that all she could do was lie there and hold her
pussy.
Wet cunt was feeling overwhelmed. Honey's tongue in her mouth and hands
on her breasts were very arousing and making her squirm and John's hard cock in
her still dripping and held apart pussy was driving her toward the brink of
orgasm. And the brink was coming quickly.
Soon enough, wet cunt was thrashing about, almost screaming, her hips
bucking against John's cock as the orgasm she had been denied all this time
finally broke through like a hot lava breaking the surface of cool sea water.
The juice poured from her pussy. She could feel a cool pool of it under her ass.
She hoped John wasn't too angry about that.
She had little time to worry about such things, though. Honey had moved
to the side when wet cunt had started to cum, giving her room to thrash about.
But now honey was swinging her leg over wet cunt's face and settling her pussy
against wet cunt's mouth. Her pussy was warm and wet and sweet smelling and wet
cunt was more than happy to devour it like she would a chocolate candy.
John continued to pump his cock into wet cunt's pussy while she sucked
honey's clit into her mouth. Wet cunt moaned against honey's pussy as she neared
another orgasm. Wet cunt's hips began to rock against John's cock again as
honey's hips were rocking on her face. Her face was covered in honey's juices
now, but wet cunt didn't care. She wanted this so much. She was lost in the sex
and everything else was unimportant.
"This little bitch is going to make me cum all over her face" Wet cunt
heard honey say to John.
"Give it to her, honey. Let her know what a good job she's doing. John
was breathless. He had to be close himself. Wet cunt didn't figure it would take
him long to cum, either.
All though was lost as wet cunt came again. This orgasm better than the
last she moaned loudly into honeys pussy and sucked harder at it, her tongue
wildly lapping at honey's clit and hole. Honey's hips shivered and then rocked
and wet cunt heard her moaning over the top of her. Honey's pussy juices ran
into wet cunt's mouth and onto her nose and face. Apparently, the excitement and
sex in the sir was too much for John to keep going. He groaned and came deeply
into wet cunt's pussy. His cocked filled her with his hot white juice.
Eventually, John settled and moved away from wet cunt. Honey knew her
place and leaned forward to lick the cum out of wet cunt's pussy. Some had
dripped out and was running toward wet cunt's asshole, but honey wouldn't let it
get away. She slurped up the cum off wet cunt's asshole and then sucked at her
pussy to eat the rest out of her. All the while, wet cunt was still licking and
sucking at honey's pussy, too, still lost in the sexual world she inhabited.
Soon enough, both of them were cumming again, each moaning into the other's
pussy, their hips bucking wildly against each of the others' faces.
Later that night, after they had a shower and washed the fluids from
their bodies, after the sheets were changed, wet cunt slept snugly against
John's shoulder, in the bed with him and honey.
End of Day Three
