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She read the awe and gratitude in his eyes as she said “Good. Lie
down, Jim.” He did as he was asked, and she straddled him and impaled
herself on his rigid cock. She looked around and the kicked the alarm button
in the floor a few feet away. He looked stunned upon her as she started
fucking him. The alarm bells chimed faintly through the door to the office,
but all James could sense, was the feeling of her extremely tight cunt
sliding up and down his prick. She was, if possible, even more wet than
before, and her pussy was hot on his cock. She started diddling her erect
clit while making her small, whimpering moans. She pulled at the top of the
dress with her gun hand and freed her huge, firm breasts. She began pulling
at her nipples, which were already erect. She opened her eyes to find him
staring at her big, swaying knockers. “You can play with my titties, if you
want”, she said, smiling. Jim slowly reached up and held her gigantic, soft
tits. She moaned at his touch; her nipples were hard as stone as he
carefully molded them. His loving caresses made her hump faster, and she
climaxed with a scream. Obviously, she was a woman of mercy, for she kept
op her movements after her orgasm subsided. James felt grateful; he needed
release so bad he could almost scream. And he screamed. His throbbing cock
shot three long, warm shots of cum deep into her cunt, before she swiftly
dismounted and caught hold of his swollen, trembling prick as it spurted
another load onto her face. She took it in her mouth and caught the last,
huge glob of semen with her tongue. While still stroking his shaking cock,
bringing forth the last few drops of sperm, she french kissed him again, and
he drank his come greedily. She looked into his eyes and gave his cock a
last, loving squeeze as she said “Goodbye, Jim, it’s been real nice.” She
quickly stood, straightened her clothes and wiped her face with a
hankerchief, sent him a last smile and left. He quickly dressed and checked
his nails again, and a couple of minutes later, the police arrived.

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The
old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most
expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where
James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least
30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the
few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous
at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly
humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the
stones. The bell rang again. James’ interest in the lord dropped immediately
the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24,
entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and
carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her
a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way.
“Good morning, miss”, he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful,
her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and
her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress.

James Hunter regarded his nails as he glanced at the shop door from time to
time to reassure himself that there were no customers to catch him doing
his manicure. His job required his appearance to be impeckable; the
clientel he dealt with was the vain part of the upper class. It was unusual
for him to arrive at work with dirty fingernails, but he had spent the
night with his date in the most delightful manner, causing him to sleep to
long and barely reporting in time for today’s work. But it had been worth
it, every minute of it, he said to himself. As he thought of the pleasures
of the previous night, the door bell suddenly tingled. Quickly, he
straightened himself and prepared his “The-customer-is-always-right”-smile,
as an elderly man stepped into the shop. “Good morning, Lord Reginald”, he
said. “Yes, a damn fine one, if I do say so myself”, the lord replied as he
stepped further into the shop. “If my memory isn’t playing tricks on me,
I’d say it’s your wife’s 26th year birthday tomorrow, am I right?” “Ah, so
you remembered it, eh?” “Of course, Lord Reginald”, James smiled. “Old
pig!”, he thought. “I’ll just browse a bit.” James made a mental sigh.

The other girl stood behind me with a base ball bat
just waiting for the chance to strike. As the first girl cleaned my
wounds and taped my ankles I did my best to explain what had happened.
I wasn’t sure she belived but she said she wouldn’t call the cops if I
repaired the damege I had done. I of ocourse agreed. She said I was to
come back that week end and repair the bushes, fill in holes I had made
in the lawn, and I was to do all the yard work around the house. Fine I
said hopping that was it. But I was also to clean the carpets where my
blood had spilled and all the other carpets and floors. Ok, anything to
stay out of jail.

She awoke at midnight again, the way she had for the past
three nights, the sheets twisted tightly into an umbilical cord
binding her to the sweaty womb of her bed.
She disentangled herself from the tangled topsheet and laid
back, closing her eyes. Immediately the dream from which she had
awakened flashed into her consciousness: the utter darkness and
the sudden, dim, slanting light; the stranger, the man she had
seen and followed; the small anonymous room; the smell, the feel
of him; the awful, all-consuming hunger. (more…)

Archive-name: Bondage/a-scene.txt
Archive-author: theClone
Archive-title: Scene, A

Copyright 1991 by theClone.
released into the public domain.

the Clone fantasizes about a scene…

I think it was the blood that kept my attention, really. Not that
there was so very much of it, but it was quality blood. I mean the
image. I’m not explaining this right. I mean amidst the almost three
dozen rising welts on her back there were only three slashes that were
bleeding. I think they were on purpose. But they were bleeding so
well. Not a lot, mind you, but attractively.

You see, the blood was trickling in rivulets from these three
lashes and running down her back. The scarlet tracks split and joined
and resplit as they made their way to her shapely ass. Just in the
small of her back they spread thinly into the fine lines and contours
of her skin like a red river delta. And surrounding each gash, was a
slight red spattering, where the blood mist flew from the lash and
settled.

Where not rising or running red, her skin was pale. It was beyond
pale, it was white, like snow or alabaster. Like the little cotton
puff clouds on a fair day, her skin was. The contrast was shocking.

She hung there, her knees bent, legs unsupportive. Still
conscious, but no longer holding herself up, she hung there by her
arms. Almost without will. Her head was bent to her chest, and I
could see that the strain on her shoulders was tremendous. Yet she
hung as she had been told to before the whipping. The fact that she
could relieve the pressure on her shoulders but chose not to was
unfathomable. Admirable.

He was standing behind her, and a little to her right. She
wouldn’t have been able to see him even if she craned her neck. But
she never tried that either. We were a little further back and more on
the left, safely out of lash range. Not that we ever believed Paul
would lose control of the whip; we all agreed that he was the best of
us with it, but safety was cheap insurance.

“Watch her carefully,” he whispered to me. “Let me know if she
moves. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded ascent, and Paul dashed out of the playroom.

In less than a minute he walked calmly back into the room with an
armload of supplies. He was also one of the more inventive members of
our Club. He set them carefully down behind her, and then picked up a
dark blue cylinder with a little white picture on it. He opened a
spout on the top, poured the white contents into his hand and set the
container down. He walked up right behind her.

“I’m back my love,” he said into her ear. “You may stand now. Are
you ready for more?”

She carefully placed her feet, and slowly straightened her legs,
taking the pressure off of her shoulders a bit at a time. She flexed
her shoulders what little her restraints allowed. She shifted her
weight back and forth on her feet until she seemed comfortable, rolling
her head a bit as she did. In a minute she was standing straight and
firm. Admirable, indeed.

“If it please you, my love,” she said, “I would indeed like more.”

As soon as she finished speaking he spread the substance across her
back. “Ungh,” she gasped loudly, as if barely stifling a scream.
She almost lost her balance and her knees bent as she reflexively
strained forward.

“Salt,” I whispered to Tim, next to me.

“Not even Paul would do that,” Tim replied.

“Paul would do anything, and Trish almost so. Trust me, it’s
salt,” I said.

Paul’s glance darted to us only briefly, but it spoke volumes. I
made a mental note to stay off the business end of his whip until he’d
had time to forget that I’d spoken almost aloud during his scene.

He wetted a cloth from a bottle of water and wiped down her back.
She sighed at the cleansing and the cool feeling on her hot welts.

“Shhhh, darling,” he said. “Rest a moment.”

Paul took that moment to carefully remove his clothes, fold them,
and place them neatly on one of the tables in the playroom. This too
was behind Trish, and she couldn’t tell what he was doing. Paul
doesn’t have the most magnificent body I’ve ever seen, but it is quite
firm and flexible and serviceable. And he could use it well, when he
so chose. When he turned back to the scene, his erection made it clear
that tonight would be one of those times.

He walked back to her, picking up the tube of lube along the way
and opening it. He knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks. He
lubed her hole well while licking the extra salty blood now drying in
the small of her back. He rose, lubed himself equally well and dropped
the tube nearby, just in case. He walked back to his pile of items and
picked up a small paddle like thing I couldn’t quite see. He slipped
the wrist strap over his hand.

He went back to her and spread her cheeks again. He positioned his
penis at her ass and entered just slightly. Paul then put his hands on
her hips and pulled her firmly to him.

“Ungh,” she grunted again. She relaxed and slide steadily onto him
until he was all the way in. Then he slowly pulled back until his head
was just inside of her sphincter, and he proceeded with one more slow
relaxing stroke.

As he was about to begin his stroke again, he grabbed the paddle
that was hanging around his wrist, and I saw that it wasn’t a paddle at
all. I was stunned to see that it was a currycomb. I wondered where
he got it; I hadn’t known that the Club had one.

This time, as he began his slow stroke in, he dragged the currycomb
firmly down her back, until it and his pelvis met at the blood delta in
the small of her back. She screamed. There were many red parallel
tracks crisscrossing the welts and cuts his lash had already induced.
On the out stroke, he didn’t touch her back, but rather bent his head
and blew cool air across the fresh marks. She sighed.

This then became his rhythm. In-stroke-drag-currycomb.
Out-stroke-bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-
bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow.
In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow. And her rhythm was
scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-
pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause.

The pauses became shorter as Paul sped up. Her sighs became
grunts, and her screams became scream-moans as they slid into the
grunts that had been sighs. He was relentless and tireless. In
minutes there were bright red streaks across her entire back running
from shoulder to ass. She had begun to bleed again from her cuts, and
she had fine red welts rising on top of her wide, wild lash welts.

When he came, he was buried deep inside her, and she shuddered
once, straining against her chains as he pressed her forward. She
shuddered again when he withdrew, still semi-erect. He walked to her
front for the first time since the scene began and kissed her gently.

“I love you,” he said.

She mumbled something I couldn’t hear in reply and let her head sag
onto her chest. He held her up, unchained her arms and carried her
carefully over to another of the tables. He wrapped her in the blanket
he’d had ready there and carried her up to her room. He would come
back later to get his things, right now she was his first concern.

We filed out of the playroom and into the library, where we each
got a glass of our favorite vice. I looked at Tim. He was already
looking at me.

“Maybe he will ask to do me next,” I said.

“Or maybe I will,” said Tim.

“Or maybe I’ll ask to do you,” I said looking at him with my best
lascivious glance.

“Maybe I’d let you,” he said.

Do The Job, theClone.

–

She had just turned nineteen, and was very pretty. She
had long blonde hair, large brown eyes, much like a doe’s, a
slightly turned-nose and a nice smile. Slight of build,
with long, shapely legs, she walked proudly and seemed
pleased with herself. I found her to be very nice, and as
she told me later, she found me very humorous. She turned
me on, but what could I do? What could she want with me? (more…)

Well lets see here got up this morning, got in the shower and finished getting ready for the day and then went ahead and went over to my uncles house so that we could go to work. But once I got there he decided that he didnt really fell like going. So I sat around for a little while and played with his cat before I came back home. Once I got home I just decided to watch tv and didnt really do much more that that. Well thats about it for know so i’ll talk to you all later…Luv Ya’z…Becky

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Hey guys, how is everyone today. Hope everyone is doing alright. Well lets see here My uncle came buy my moms today while I was over there visiting and he saw my paint job that I did at here house and he said that I did a really good job and asked me if I wanted to come work with him. He sounded like he was joking but I sent ahead a said sure anywas. He looked kinda suprise and then said are you seriouse and I said ya why not. So then he said be at my house about nine tomorrow morning and i’ll put you to work. Well that about it for know so i’ll talk to you all later…Luv Ya’z…Becky

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Losin It

It was the year of my 18th birthday. My life long friend, Jena, was

planning a party for me at her house. I was excited to be there that

morning to help plan and decorate the pool area for my birthday party

that night. It was a Saturday, sunny and warm. We had all eaten

breakfast together and played tennis earlier. I now stood in the

kitchen staring out the window watching while Jena and her mother set

up tables by the pool. (more…)

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