Place for It Ep. 08

Episode VIII

>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<

Doralea woke slowly.

She clutched the sheets tightly. Drawing her legs up beside her, she rolled onto her side.

She lay in the fetal position, sucking her thumb, the sheet coiled around her like a long, thin, quiescent snake.

She stretched languidly, reaching for each corner of the bed in turn and rested, spread widely on the yielding firmness.

She watched the ceiling in the dark.

The faint bruise on her arm recalled the maid of the night before: bent over her bound arm and slammed repeatedly as the huge-dicked Wayne pounded the jiggling bottom of the exhausted maid.

Her breath became shallow and she moved one hand to her tingling pussy. She slowly stroked her moistening slit.

Her clit stiffened and swelled as the image of herself lashed to the balcony rail drifted into her mind.

She moved her other hand to gently finger her breast.

She smiled as she remembered the bartering for her when she was set down as a marker.

Her bottom pressed down into the bed as she recalled the feel of the cool, hard chips against her bare ass.

She drifted slowly into a deep quaking climax, remembering the feel of the calf-skin seat and Magya's comforting breast on the ride home.

"Home."

She no longer thought of her apartment, or the life she'd left, as "home".

Her home was here, Blue Five.

She got out of bed and walked across the padded carpet to the dresser.

She opened the drawer and noticed that several things had been added. Besides the crop there lay a leather strap the width of her hand; a rough, woven fiber belt, as long as her arm; a short wooden handle, shaped like a cock, covered with a woven leather tawse split into five fingers.

She lifted this last out, fondling the leather cock. She gently let the tawse fall against the outside of her thigh, the fingers splaying on contact. Several times she brought the instrument down against her flesh, each time a little more forcefully, testing the tool -- and herself. Her thigh quickly turned a tingling red and her cunt juices began to flow.

She gently, slowly worked the rough leather covered handle into her pussy and clutched it with her inner muscles. Holding the hard cock inside her, she ground the heel of her hand against her pelvis, stretching the sheath of her clit. Her cunt muscles rippled along the handle, she began rocking her hips slowly. Her other hand clutched and stroked the lower slope of her belly. And she turned her closed eyes to the ceiling as the split leather tawse caressed her inner thighs.

"Good Morning. Doralea."

She swallowed hard, stiffened and quickly pulled the tawse from her pussy, embarrassed at being caught. She tried to hide it behind her, a modesty which charmed Shannon, who stood smiling in the open door.

"Good Morning, Doralea," repeated Shannon. "I've brought someone."

Doralea noticed that the lovely black haired girl was costumed to accent her trim, wide flat body. A smooth satin band with hook and thong tightly cinched her lower ribs beneath her tits. Black leather straps, with various loops, knobs and buckles sprouted from this cincture in what seemed to Doralea a wildly lewd utility belt. Which was precisely what it was.

When Shannon pulled on a leash which ran out the door, Doralea noticed it for the first time. A smooth-skinned, well-muscled young man came into the room, the leash attached to a velvet-covered collar around his strong neck. He was on his knees. He moved without rising from his wide stance, on one knee, the other foot planted firmly to one side. He "walked" by rolling onto the opposite knee and gliding the foot forwarf to plant it firm and wide. His semi-erect cock bobbed; his loose, heavy nuts swung with each "step."

Shannon led him half-way to the bed and motioned him to stay. She turned, smiling, to Doralea, while his upturned face remained focused on Shannon.

"Doralea, tell him."

"Tell him what?"

"What to do. I have brought him to you. For you."

"I -- I don't know -- I don't know what -- I can't think of --"

"You will obey my command, yes?"

"Of course, it's just --"

"Tell him."

Doralea examined the man curiously. "Stroke your penis."

The man immediately curled his hand around his dick and slowly pulled the loose skin forward, until it piled up in a thick, wrinkled ring at the base of the hand-ball-sized glans. Then he rolled it past the head, stretching his stiffening cock as far as it would go. He pulled back, piling the skin against his hanging balls, the head thrust directly at Doralea. His cock grew stiffer in his loose fist and the head turned a rich purple.

His eyes never left Shannon. He very slowly continued stroking, occasionally grabbing his loose sac and rolling his balls along the underside of his shaft.

Doralea's tongue flicked out, wetting her drying lips. She watched him beating off, her breath shallow.

"Stop." Doralea tested her power. "Touch Shannon's leg."

He did.

"Kiss her knee."

He did.

"Lick it. Lick her thigh."

As he slowly, worshipfully tongued Shannon's thigh, Doralea stroked her own, matching his rhythm.

"Move up higher."

Shannon spread her legs as he worked his way up toward her cunt.

Doralea traced her own pussy lips through her cunt hair as she watched the young man's tongue work through Shannon's dark cunt beard.

Doralea looked into Shannon's eyes and saw a reflection of her own arousal. "Stop. Move around behind her."

Of course, he did.

"Bend your knees. More. OK, reach around between her legs and pull your dick."

He had to struggle to obey, but soon had the balance and the reach figured out and was beating his meat between her thighs.

"No. Just hold it. Slowly straighten your knees." When the top of his prick contacted Shannon's pussy, Doralea smiled. "Yes. Now, stop."

Doralea watched Shannon's face, their eyes locking, their spirits melding.

"Reach around her. Gently touch her breasts."

Doralea touched her own tits.

"Now, watch me closely, do everything I do."

He watched her, she watched Shannon and Shannon smiled a secret recognition and anticipation.

Doralea gently cupped her own breasts, and watched Shannon's face as he did the same to her. Doralea lifted the weight of her tits; he did. Holding the weight of her own orbs, she slowly orbited her nipples, tracing the sensitive ring of her aureole. Shannon's nipples grew redder and seemed larger under his finger tips, as did Doralea's under hers. She licked her suddenly dry lips, and smiled as Shannon did too. The smile echoed and reflected between them.

Doralea pressed the globes of her breasts against her ribs, crushing them gently. Shannon inhaled slowly as he did the same.

She smoothed her hands slowly down her sides, flowing over her hips and down the fronts of her thighs. He did the same on Shannon, his cock head jutting further and growing a deeper purple.

Doralea traced one finger along the inside of her thigh, to the puffy mound over her clit. He did the same to Shannon, his cock twitching and pressed to one side as he passed it.

Her other hand, she raised to her throat. He touched Shannon's. She began to slowly stroke the slight bulge of the larynx, swallowing as she gulped her excitement. Shannon's wry smile and heaving breasts let her know that he was having the desired effect.

She raised her index finger to stroke her lips, slowly spreading their wetness. Shannon's lips spread slightly to accommodate his finger. Doralea began to slowly fuck her mouth with her tiny penis of a finger. He was doing the same to Shannon.

Meanwhile, her other hand had begun to seek an open path to her steaming pot. As he did the same, Shannon reached down and, with a smile to Doralea, held his dick against her pussy and began to rock along its length, moistening it with her wetness.

"Now, stick your dick in her. Slowly." Doralea moved nearer and knelt before Shannon. "Slowly, so I can see it."

His fingers joined Shannon's to guide the raging purple head of his long, thick cock into her. Shannon rocked slowly onto him, engulfing the head, then forward until it slipped nearly out, then back. Doralea could imagine the head just clearing the first ring of muscles, when Shannon rocked forward again, this time exposing his love tool glistening with her juice. Shannon rocked like this several times, then folded suddenly over Doralea, her tits pressing against the back of her head, her hands on her ass. She pressed Doralea's face against her dark cunt hair, then rocked off his dick, which bobbed, wet and throbbing, against Doralea's cheek. Shannon stepped over Doralea and sat on the bed.

"Tell him." She repeated, "Tell him, Doralea."

Doralea looked at the magnificent shining shaft inches from her face, filling her vision. She slowly drew a breath, her head swimming.

"Put your hands behind your head and leave them there," she husked, "and do not move."

She knew he had obeyed and she moved to lick his penis. She started at the ball-sack and gathered Shannon's delicious juice all the way to the head. She opened her mouth, her jaw spreading to accommodate the livid head. She took her time, mouthing and sucking, licking and nipping, bobbing and seeking her own excitement in the familiar act. She shuddered with excitement and, having satisfied herself, pulled away from the pulsing cock.

"Sit on the bed." He sat next to Shannon.

Doralea straddled his knees and offered her tingling tits to his lips.

"Suck."

"Gently. Easy. Lick."

She guided him with her words and with her hands, one behind his head and one holding, lifting her tit, offering it to his hot mouth.

She looked at Shannon, sitting beside him on the bed, watching. She wanted to make her happy, to fulfill the need she felt. Shannon moved her attention from the sucking at her tit to Doralea's face. They both smiled.

Doralea dropped her tit, leaving it hanging by the nipple between his teeth. He clamped it gently and licked at the tip behind his teeth. He sucked the pliant flesh deeply into his mouth, filling it completely.

Doralea reached to Shannon, pulling her up. Doralea bent her knees, touching his erect dick with her knee and began to rub her puffed wet cunt along his thigh. She looked up to Shannon and licked her lips. Shannon straddled his other leg and began to slide along it. The two women leaned together to kiss, Doralea's tit pulling from his sucking mouth with a wet explosive plop. She turned to Shannon, dragging her other breast against his face. He struggled to lick, to nibble, to suck it in. Doralea crushed his head against her tightening chest, at the same time crushing her own lips against Shannon's eager mouth.

Shannon accepted Doralea's searching tongue, constricting her lips tightly, but pulling it into her mouth with a powerful suction which seemed to swell the probing tongue. Then she bit down and pulled back, dragging her smooth teeth along the tender, swollen skin, pulling Doralea's tongue gently, but firmly, at the root. Doralea's passions overrode the pain and she leaned hungrily to press against Shannon's enticing body.

Shannon pushed her back and stood away from the pair on the bed.

>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<

She walked to the drawer which Doralea had left open and lifted out the crop. Doralea watched in anticipation as Shannon walked across the room, breasts gently swaying and jiggling with each easy step.

Shannon stopped and firmly grasped Doralea's wrist, raising it well over her head. Doralea gazed wetly into Shannon's eyes, her near breast lifted by the tension of her raised arm. Doralea's hard-nippled breast tingled with the sharp anticipation of the slashing crop.

Shannon's face set with determination, and she slammed the handle of the crop into Doralea's palm.

Doralea gasped with surprise.

Shannon's voice trembled huskily. "Use this. It is your turn."

Her meaning slowly dawned on Doralea as she slid along the man's come-slick thigh. She drew a deep breath and stood.

She looked down on the man lying, legs wide spread, on the bed.

"Roll over." She was curious about how to proceed. "Roll over and present yourself for --" Doralea slapped her open palm with the stiff crop.

He lay with his face pressed into the soft bed, his legs hanging over the edge, his ass bent and open to her.

"Spread your arms wide," she insisted. He obeyed instantly.

Doralea brought the crop down, bouncing off his ass cheeks. She watched as the stripe slashed across his soft white flesh grew to a deepening red.

She raised her arm again and brought the stiff leather down swiftly with a swish to crack across his butt.

Again.

And again.

She noticed that he was humping into the bed, rubbing his cock against the soft sheets. She watched this for a short time, then spoke sternly, surprised by the bark in her own voice.

"Back off. Kneel away from the bed."

He shuffled back, his dick rampant.

"Spread your knees," She ordered, tapping the insides of his thighs with the stiff crop.

"Straighten up, hands behind your head." When he complied, she pushed his elbows back, wide. "Hold there. Do not move."

She slowly brought the tip of the leather to lift his balls gently, then she let them drop, fascinated by the swaying bounce. She tapped his hard cock, then drew back and whacked it. The hard rod seemed to grow even harder, the skin stretched even tighter. She swung the crop again, with a broad easy sweep and set his dick swinging like a metronome. She noticed a spreading red splotch on one side and a slowly growing pearl at the tip-hole. She licked her lips. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and bit it gently.

She swung the crop again, this time catching him in the sac. He doubled over, his forehead on the floor.

Shannon grabbed his hair and pulled him back up. His cock had deflated and he was holding his breath. She looked at Doralea sternly.

"If you hurt my toys, I won't bring them back. You must learn the temper of your tools."

Shannon grabbed one of his wrists and spun him on one knee to face her. She clipped his wrist band to her harness, so that his hand rested on the outside of her breast. She did the same to the other wrist.

She grabbed his hair again and forced his head down, so that his chin was between her thighs. She held his face just out of reach of her cunt. His back was arched cruelly down, thrusting his ass up. She stood, her eyes dark, her smile fierce.

"Now, my lovely, now. Work that ass, again."

Doralea brought the crop swishing down, slapping his ass. She began alternating her blows, right and left. After several blows his hands were clasping and unclasping, crushing Shannon's tits in rhythm with Doralea's blows. Doralea shifted her attention from the ever denser network of slashing welts on his butt to the spasmodic graspings of his hands and to Shannon's moistening eyes. Doralea became enrapt by the expression on the bow lips and the wide face. With each slashing blow, the harnessed hands gripped the small tits tightly. Shannon's hips began to thrust and her pussy lips began to puff out through her tightly curled cunthair. Her fingers gripped his hair tightly and held his face still out of reach of her pussy. Her musky scent filled the air and Doralea slowed her rhythm.

Shannon came with a growl and released the young man's head as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her movement pulled him forward and Doralea watched his ass muscles work under the red tracery as he crawled hurriedly toward the bed, pulled by his wrists, still clipped to Shannon's harness at her wonderful tits.

The air hung heavy with Shannon's odor and with silence.

Finally, Shannon spoke, "Doralea, bring me the tawse."

Doralea picked it up and handed it to Shannon.

"Now, stand here beside me. Turn around. Spread your legs."

Doralea stood with her back to the woman on the bed, waiting for the sharp stinging bite of the tawse. Shannon swung the tawse between her legs. Dividing the five straps, Shannon pulled two up and tied them around Doralea's waist. She pulled a third snugly between her ass cheeks and tied it with the others. The handle now stood out stiffly, like a braided penis. Doralea looked down in wonder as the two remaining straps were bound around her thighs.

"Now, go there, behind him."

Doralea obediently moved between his legs.

"Work it into him. Fuck his ass."

The kneeling man clutched his mistress's breasts in anticipation. Doralea slowly set to work forcing the tawse handle into his asshole. At first she only pushed the end in, but as he relaxed and as she became more aggressive, she went deeper.

And faster.

Each thrust drove him against Shannon, who again grasped his hair and held his face so that he was forced to look directly into, but was held tantalizingly just out of reach of, her cunt.

As Doralea pumped harder and faster, the tawse slipped, so that as she drove in, her pussy slid along the stiff handle until her groin smacked against his ass. Her pussy lips parted and slid stickily along the grating braid with each thrust. She could feel the rigid wood beneath the braided covering. This friction brought her quickly to a growling climax.

Shannon grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in for a grinding kiss. The black-haired beauty thrust her tongue deeply into Doralea's mouth, licking and probing excitedly. As Doralea continued to come, Shannon gripped her head tightly and lay back, pulling Doralea with her. The tawse handle was dragged out of his ravaged and quivering butt.

Doralea lay atop Shannon, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, with the man's head pinned between their bellies.

From beneath, Shannon untied the tawse-dildo and began powerfully rubbing Doralea's ass. Doralea was held at the peak of her climax, which rolled on and on under Shannon's knowing manipulations. Finally, Doralea rolled off of the other two and lay panting beside them.

Shannon lazily stroked Doralea's belly with one hand while staring at the ceiling. She turned her mahogany eyes to look into Doralea's.

She smiled, "Tell him."

"May I do anything with him?"

"Tell him, Doralea, tell him."

Doralea stood and, on wobbly legs, bent to pick up the crop. She stood looking at the two on the bed, his wrists still clipped at her heaving breasts. Shannon watched as Doralea regained her footing and balance.

"Tell him, Doralea."

Shannon smiled as she unclipped his wrists and watched as he crossed the floor to Doralea. Doralea dropped the crop and raised her arms high over her head. With her knees slightly bent she backed sinuously against the wall.

>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<

"Tie my wrists."

He reached up and clipped her wrists to a ring. Lanquidly, Shannon leaned forward onto her near elbow and watched, fascinated, as he followed Doralea's orders.

"Stroke my arms. Slowly. Up and down. Rub."

She undulated under his ministrations, exposing herself to his hands.

"Again, my arms, higher."

As he reached up, she pressed against the full length of his body.

"Press me to the wall. Press harder. Squeeze me."

"Ahhnghn. Kiss me. Mmnggh."

He stifled any further orders by covering her mouth. Shannon watched as he explored Doralea's mouth with his insistent tongue.

After several breathless minutes, she wrested her head to the side and, gasping, ordered, "My tits. Kiss my -- tits."

She turned and watched Shannon with glazed eyes as he bent to obey. Shannon's hand toyed with her own cunt hair, her long fingers gently stroking the valley beside her tendrilled mound, still puffy and moist.

Doralea arched her back away from the wall, pressing her soft breasts against his face.

"Suck them. Suck them.

Lick.

Just the tips, the nipples.

Around.

Ahh. Slow.- Slow.

Anhnhnh.

Oh. Bite. Eaasy. Bite it, gentle. Oh, OH! Pull it out. Lick it. Drop it. Lick it, now. Suck it. Suck it in."