After Britney left the bar I took a little longer than usual shutting up. Not only did I have to sort out her shelf stocking and the like but I had to be a bit tidier with the books – the landlord was back on Saturday. Driving back home I reflected that my life was soon to become very boring again, no pub to run and no nubile young body to play with.
I wondered if I could manage a real relationship again, but came to the conclusion that I had absolutely no chance of finding anyone to approach what I had experienced over the last few weeks. I would just have to content myself writing about it, which had worked for ages.
I parked up at home and saw that her bedroom light was still on, not surprising she had only been back for a little less than an hour. I went and got some coffee and sat down and did a bit of surfing. I had hardy settled when I heard them coming down the stairs, again one of my favourite sounds – the click of high heels. I thought that was quicker than usual, but had no complaint with that.
They spent awhile in the hall saying goodbye, but I then heard a taxi sound his horn outside. Shortly after the beautiful Britney walked in, still wearing her denim mini dress with her heels, and looking very pleased. "Hello darling, I don't feel any different, do I look as though I have changed in any way?"
"Well you are looking very pleased with yourself, definitely a 'just fucked look' but that is not unusual of late." I guessed what she was getting at but said nothing.
"Yes, I should look as though I have just had a good fucking because that what he gave me, twice in fact. We did talk before about the difference between doing it for fun and charging for it. I still had a very satisfactory fuck the only difference is that I collected enough to pay my airfare to Canada. I don't feel any different knowing that I am not just a slut but a prostitute as well."
"That innocent young lady I met a few weeks ago has changed a lot; you say you are off to Canada first, what then?"
"I picked Toronto first because an old friend from school moved out there; I will look her up and then go on to the States. I want to do New York and California and you never know, I may even see if I can get a job in Nevada for a while." The last comment was accompanied with a caress of my crotch.
"It's a shame your guardian angel can't come with you, I am sure you will need one, real life and fantasy are very different things."
"I was talking to my Tom today, he is in India at the moment, and we agreed to meet in Japan in six months time. In those six months I may get all the fun I need and see if I can settle down with him."
"Of more immediate interest what are you going to do tonight, I hope you still do freebies?"
"Oh yes, I have plans for you tonight, I was going to stay the weekend with you but my flight leaves Friday night so we only have tonight and tomorrow. I had a lovely chat with my Dad today; he was very frank and wished me the best of luck. His one bit of advice was that I did not take the crop with me – he said it was not safe to let loose on most men but he thought I knew someone who knew how to use it." I gave her a cuddle and said, "I think you Dad sounds as though he might have been good at my role of mentor if you had got talking earlier."
She blushed a little and said "Dad has surprised me in the last couple of weeks; he seems to like to see me enjoying myself like I have been. I am sure that no one could have done the job as well has you have, so are you going to use the crop on me again?"
"Why do you want one of our last sessions to be me hurting you?"
"Because you used Dads crop so efficiently, if you don't I will have to pack it and find some brute to use it on me. If you give me a hard session with it now I will leave it in Dads garage."
"You are a nasty, but beautiful, blackmailer; I should punish you for that – but if you want it hard perhaps I will relieve my frustrations caused by you showing me so much pleasure and than running away. Come on up to your bedroom, I don't want blood on the kitchen floor." My attitude was designed to get her worried but all the silly girl did was grab my hand and pull me upstairs.
This lovely, naked, body was pulling me up the stairs – her superb ass and legs accentuated by her highest heels. She took me into the bedroom and I asked, "I want to know just what you expect me to do to that absolutely perfect young body of yours?"
She went and picked up her crop and used it to rub her own pussy and said, "My mentor neglected to get me to have any tattoos or piercings done to give me a permanent reminder of the best few weeks in my life. Do not give me any permanent markings with this but I am sure I can take a few welts that will last for a fair proportion of my world trip."
I just shook my head, "Silly girl your perfect body needs absolutely no additional decorations, your mentor can only suggest a piercing for your belly button. If you insist on a tattoo, just something discrete between your hip and pussy – but it is a little late for you to mention the idea. Now, can you please be more specific about what you want me to do to your lovely body."
Britney then came up and pushing her tits into my chest and wrapping a leg behind my bum sunk her teeth into my neck. After what was a painful bite she worked her mouth up and started sucking my ear, playing her tongue inside it. "Before I tell you what I would like do you promise that you will follow my instructions?"
"Even with you working on my will power like you are I will only promise to try and follow your instructions, I will however listen to your guardian angel when he pops into my head."
She then stood back and said "We are wasting time, in about half an hours time I want to be lying, snuggled up to you, only just conscious from the overdose of both pain and pleasure you have given my body. I want to wake up in the morning, just managing to stand up and look in the mirror, I then want to say 'I am a stupid bitch' seeing all the marks on my body."
She continued, placing a finger on my mouth, "First my boobs need marking, then go for my pussy and finally my ass – I will remember the code words but I think the only one I am likely to use is 'black'. No more arguments, just remember unconscious, and plenty of marks to show for your efforts."
I knew it was pointless arguing with her, "Right, you asked for it, I am not sure half an hour will be enough and you must promise that you will leave the crop with your Dad." She did thank me and promised to leave it. "Now turn around, and shut your eyes. I have got to fetch something from my room."
I returned and told her to put her arms behind her back and wrapped one of my leather belts around her wrists and pulled it tight. I took a second belt and did the same above her elbows, again pulling it painfully tight. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I turned her around and told her to open her eyes. "There, that has got your tits forced out nicely, now stand still what ever I do to you."
Her reaction was just to give me a smile and blow me a kiss. I then landed a nasty, harder than I had intended, strike on the outside of her right tit, and then a back handed strike on the outside of her other tit. She swayed away from each stoke and had a very pained look on her face as two red marks spread across her flesh. I said, "That got rid of your smile, I said stand still." She stood up straight again forcing her proud tits out; her eyes followed me around to the side as she took deep breaths.
For the next strike, I needed to stretch up on tiptoe, landed across the top of both her tits. It was a hard swing but I stopped just as it made contact, it left a mark on each of her lovely globes, and she yelled and lent forward. I quickly gave them a similar hit coming upwards onto the softer undersides, and said "Please listen, I said stand still." She again stood straight, her panting was now quite rapid, sweat was pouring from her brow, and her eyes were full of tears.
Britney's lovely nipples were both standing up looking as hard as I had ever seem them so my next targets were a strike on the tip of each breast, just missing the nipple. I then stood in front of her and used the crop to, gently, play with her pussy lips – it was very moist down there. I dropped the crop and knelt down and used tongue and lips to play with her clit and pussy, very quickly, she had an orgasm soaking my mouth with her juices.