Note to readers: thanks as always for all the feedback, comments and suggestions! I have been able to incorporate some of them in this series, some will wait for the next. Sorry it's taken me a little while to write the next chapter, summer is crazy for a mother of three! Hope you enjoy this story, let me know if you do!
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The desert air had turned cold as we left the club, instantly making my nipples even more acutely sensitive to the clamps attached to them. Derek squeezed my ass as his friends entered the limousine, making the hot butt plug shift erotically, deep inside me.
I want to come so bad....
Finally, as the limousine driver watched, Derek unfastened my wrists from behind my back, giving me a moment to shake the ache out of my arms, a motion that made my breasts jiggle beneath the slip. He refastened the cuffs in front of me, and watched as I entered the passenger compartment. One of the men had the camcorder trained on my body.
As the vehicle pulled away from the nightclub, the erotic tension around me was electric β the men, no doubt, at least as aroused as I had been by watching the whipping and
tres
gotas
.
Derek pulled down my slip and removed the nipple clamps, their release bringing sharp, hot bolts of sensation as blood rushed back into the nipples. Once again, he reached for the small duffle bag, this time withdrawing the black leather blindfold that I had worn while the men had first taken me last night.
"Tammy," Derek whispered sexily in my ear, "I want you to kneel on the floor, with your breasts on the seat, facing the rear of the limo," he said, squeezing one of my breasts. Behind the blindfold, I blinked nervously. "Yes, Master Derek," I replied as I moved to obey his instructions.
A moment later, as I inhaled the rich scent of the limo's leather seats, I felt Derek slip off the seat next to me. He slowly lifted my slip above my ass and pushed it up to my shoulders. My heart raced, thinking about what my bare ass β framed by the black garters, stockings and thong β would look like to Derek's friends. I bit my lip, hoping that they might take the opportunity to fuck my pussy or my ass, to both bring me the orgasm I so desperately craved, and to take my thoughts away from the scenes I had witnessed at the club.
"We've got about forty minutes in the car," Derek said, as I felt him pull the duffle bag off the seat next to me. My heart pounded in anticipation, wondering what else he had in the duffle, and hoping that it would be something that would bring me an orgasm.
"Now I didn't bring a riding crop," he continued, "but I think this hairbrush should suit our purposes just fine for bringing a little color to my slave's white ass." As he said the words, I felt a smooth, oval-shaped piece of wood rubbed against my ass, and shuddered in anxiety and frustration β anxiety at the thought of being paddled by six men for that long, frustration at the knowledge that being spanked would only further fuel my hunger for an orgasm, without relieving it.
Derek placed one hand on my back as he rubbed the hairbrush in slow circles across my ass. Finally, he pulled the brush away, and a moment later brought it down hard, the sharp impact making the butt plug jolt inside me.
I mewed softly into the seat as Derek slowly and methodically spanked my ass with the hairbrush, each blow making the skin more sensitive for the next, and each blow also causing the butt plug to move inside me, as if teasing me with an act of inanimate sodomy.
"Who's next?" Derek asked finally. Another man took the hairbrush from him, as Derek returned to his seat next to me. As the unknown friend energetically spanked my rapidly reddening ass, Derek stroked my back and my head, whispering how hot it looked, watching me get paddled by his friends, and how much he was looking forward to the next "surprise."
One after another, Derek's friends punished my ass, some taking an opportunity to rub their hands over my skin, remarking how hot it felt. My orgasm seemed to hover just out of reach, and I felt delirious from the cumulative effect of the evening's excitement.
"Well, looks like we're here," Derek said, prompting one of his friends to give my ass a final, especially hard blow with the hairbrush. He pulled off my blindfold, and as I raised myself up from the seat, I was surprised to see that we were back at our hotel.
Maybe my orgasm isn't too far off
, I thought hopefully.
Derek disconnected my wrist cuffs. "I guess we should take off the collar and cuffs," he said as he raised his hands to the fastener on my collar.
Impulsively, I grabbed his hands, stopping him. "No, Derek, I..." I began, looking into his eyes. "I...I still want to be your slave," I said quietly.
He stroked my cheek, a smile forming on his lips. "Very well then, slave," he said. "Let's go back to the room."
We exited the limousine and Derek paid the driver. Walking again through the lobby, I felt not at all self-conscious of the leather cuffs and collar adorning my body. In fact, as I saw some of the staff and guests looking at me β a white woman wearing the unmistakable
accoutrements
of bondage, escorted by six handsome black men β I felt a twinge of pride added to my intense arousal, that these people would no doubt correctly assume my sexual submission to these men.
Riding the elevator together, the men took turns squeezing my ass or breasts, or kissing me deeply. We walked down the hallway to the room, and paused as Derek took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, my hunger for an orgasm welling up inside me. Derek pulled away and knocked on the door. I was somewhat confused at why he was knocking, until the door opened, and there, standing in the doorway, clad in one of the hotel's fluffy white bathrobes, was Penny, from the restaurant.
My heart skipped a beat, as I realized my lesbian virginity would soon be lost.