The first part of this story was intended to be a standalone, a vignette of a not so typical suburban street. However I received a lot of requests to continue with Carmen and her girl's adventures. I have-at least- one more part planned depending on how this one is received. I hope you enjoy it.
I also suggest, if you haven't already, that you read the first part before this one, if for no other reason than to acquaint yourself with the characters.
As usual feedback is welcome, whether good or bad. I only ask that if you don't like my story please say why. And a name with your comment is appreciated but not necessary.
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The smooth, soft voice of Lana Del Ray sang quietly and Carmen swayed seductively to the rhythm, at the same time she stirred the thick red liquid simmering on the stove. A new track began and Lana declared "my pussy tastes of Pepsi cola," Carmen made a yummy sound in her throat and allowed her left hand to drift down between her thighs, pushing the cotton material of her sleep shorts against her pussy and parting the fleshy lips "
mmm, how nice would it be to have sexy Lana here right now, on her knees telling me what my pussy tastes of
?" she thought idly and giggled at the idea.
"Maybe, who knows? One day I might actually have someone like her, someone famous to play with" she said aloud to herself "now wouldn't that be something?"
She sniffed the mixture and adjusted the heat beneath the pan then walked barefoot out onto the patio. It was her favourite time of the day, especially at this time of the year, with the birds singing and the sun starting to warm the air. She had risen at six o'clock, two hours ago, to prepare a new batch of the mixture. It would be another two hours or more before Bernice would be visiting, still time to relax before she showered and dressed. So she reclined on the lounger, sipped her orange juice and picked up the paperback that lay open on the table, taking time out before the start of another busy day training her new toy.
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At the same time five miles away another woman was savouring the mornings warmth, she was laying naked in a king size bed studying the photos hanging on the wall opposite, static faces smiled back at her: a woman, blonde and beautiful, though beginning to age gracefully stood behind her two grown children, a boy and a girl both dressed in graduation gowns. The girl bore a distinct likeness to the woman while the boy resembled the other person in the picture: a man approaching middle age, distinguished and handsome who stood next to his wife, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder. That same man suddenly emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his thickening waist. He smiled at the woman on the bed and leaned down to kiss her, as their lips met he cupped her breast and she tugged on the towel, letting it fall to the floor, exposing his rapidly hardening penis.
"You'll have to go soon, I have a plane to catch in a few hours," he said breaking the kiss.
The woman pouted and ran her fingernail up the underside of his penis causing it to jerk spasmodically "still enough time for more fun though," she said pulling him by his cock toward her waiting mouth. The man, normally quite ruthless and in control was helpless to resist and climbed onto the bed to kneel beside her.
Brandi licked tenderly, the tip of her tongue sliding beneath his foreskin and gliding around as she looked up into his eyes, her delicate fingers were wrapped around his shaft and she moved her hand, drawing the flesh back to reveal the bulbous head. She gave him a small lascivious smile then pursing her lips she kissed the tip and slid her mouth over and slowly down his length. She drew back, then again pushed forward a just little deeper, repeating the action over until her face pressed against his groin, where she held, using the muscles in her throat and her tongue to massage his erection. It was only the need to breathe that forced her to stop, and coughing up saliva she drew back and licked her lips
"By fuck Brandi, you're something else!" he said, bringing a grin to her face.
The man Brandi had known for just one night stood and pulled her by the hand toward the open French doors and out onto the balcony, where he positioned her facing the ornate handrail. She gazed over the huge plot: lawns, flower beds and small coppices were strategically placed and just like the house the whole thing reeked of money. Two men worked to keep the garden looking perfect, one around fifty years old, the other no more than twenty-five. Both were dressed in shorts and tee shirts and deeply tanned. They both looked up at the appearance of the naked woman, stared for a minute, then the older one motioned the other to get back to work. It was clear to Brandi that, to him at least, this was a common occurrence. But she spread her legs just a little more and thrust her chest forward on seeing the young man glance at her every few seconds.
The man - Brandi had never learned his name - pushed her gently so that she was bent over the rail, then extending her arms he tied each wrist wide apart, securing her to the sun warm metal.
"Spread your legs...wider...good, now stay just like that," he said as Brandi obeyed. He walked back into the cool room leaving her exposed to the gaze of the two gardeners.
The heat of the sun built on her back and shoulders, and sweat tickled as it ran down between her buttocks. Her legs were beginning to ache as she held her spread position, and every minute or so she locked eyes with the two men as they both looked at her.
The first lash made her yelp, the pain was small and in a way welcome as it seemed to ease the itching heat that had built in her shoulder. Her cry was more in surprise than pain; she hadn't even noticed that he had returned until the soft leather thongs of the flogger made contact. She began writhing to the impact as the man covered her back and bottom with strokes turning her skin red. She purred as each strand of the lash sent signals to her pussy, and her hips thrust with every impact as she humped the air. The two men below watched intently, the garden forgotten, as the naked woman was flogged, her eyes were fixed on theirs, unblinking, defying them to turn away.
She was sweating heavily, gasping loudly, though not in pain, because the flogging was light, but instead in increasing arousal. She raised her hips inviting the lash, daring to hope for contact with her leaking pussy. Then it happened: the man flicked the whip up between her spread legs impacting directly onto her crotch. She almost swooned and finally cried out.
"Oh God yes, fuck me you bastard, please just fuck me!"
The man draped the flogger across her neck and moved up against her, his fingers dug painfully into the soft damp flesh to hold her slippery hips, and he pushed into her, deep and hard. Brandi's head hung down, her breasts scraped across the railing as he pounded against her arse. He grinned at the watching men, slapping her buttock once, twice, making her gasp, and in just a couple of minutes she pushed back against him, groaning deep in her throat as she came.
"Nnngggg," Brandi sounded as though she were being torn apart as she tensed and shook with the exquisite pain of orgasm. She strained against the bindings on her wrists and arched her back when he came and his hot seed flooded her.
He stood still, holding his position inside her, and as she slowly became aware she looked down at the gardeners, both stared spellbound, the elder gripping his crotch, and she smiled.
