Mark Carver - Hot pants librarian

She reached out with a strange smile and caressed Gloria's thighs with the butt of the whip.

Gloria looked at Carl. There was a taut smile on his face, too, and the librarian suddenly had the sickening feeling that she'd fallen into a trap.

"I… I think I ought to leave now," she said in a trembling voice. "I've got to run, really."

"You'll run, honey," Lisa told her in her husky voice. "You'll run up the wall by the time we finish with you. By the time we finish with you, you'll be giving blowjobs to women in ladies' rooms. You'll learn just how far you can go too. So you want to know all about whips, do you?"

The sultry, dark-haired beauty stepped closer, rubbing Gloria's ripely curved ass in her fingers.

"I'll teach you everything, honey. All you've ever wanted to know about pain and pleasure. I know, because I've been through it all. Haven't I, Carl?"

He nodded, finishing his drink and putting it aside.

"If we had a dollar for every hot cunt Lisa has primed in the ladies' rooms of bars and hotels, we could retire tomorrow," Carl said. "Games are the essence of life, you see."

He talked casually as he began to undress. Gloria listened as though hypnotized, feeling utterly weak and helpless. She began to realize for the first time how completely naive she was sexually. They weren't sweet, innocent boys and girls. They were professional swingers – the hard, big city brand, smooth and persuasive in their approach, and savage as hell on their home ground.

"When I first met Lisa seven years ago, she was a very sweet young thing," Carl said, slipping off his pants and shorts. His prick loomed out gigantically, crimson and rock hard. It quivered with lustful power.

He signaled his wife with a nod. Lisa began to undress Gloria with crisp, practiced movements. The brunette's knees shook, but she was too paralyzed with fear to resist.

"After three months I turned her on to the ecstasies of pain," Carl said. "Now she turns other people an, for a handsome profit, of course. You'd be surprised at her clientele, almost as many men as women. But even Lisa needs a little recreation now and then, and you're just her type, Gloria. Big hot tits and a lovely ripe ass, brimming with country health."

"It's the society bitches I hate," Lisa said with abrupt viciousness. "I force them to lick my toes while I whip their pampered asses. Then after they eat me and suck my asshole, I fuck them half to death."

Gloria was completely naked, shivering.

"You… you fuck them? How?" she whispered curiously.

Lisa grinned.

"You'll see," she promised.

She squeezed Gloria's creamy asscheeks.

"God, I love your hot ass, lady. Those society bitches are all either skinny as a rail or dumpy like a sack of potatoes. How about the memory game to start with?" she asked her husband.

Carl nodded and went over to the sofa, slumping back on it with his legs spread. His dark hairy balls seemed monstrous beneath his long rod.

Lisa nudged the trembling librarian toward her husband, using the butt of the whip to prod her.

"On your knees between his legs," she said in a harsh voice. "And pay very careful attention to what he says."

Dazed, Gloria crouched on her knees before his looming red prick. She could feel Lisa's sultry, menacing presence behind her. She gasped as the dark-baked swinger gently teased her helpless ass with the whip thongs, tailing them over her satiny flesh in an ominous caress.

"The memory game works as follows," Carl said. "Listen and concentrate: when I say suck, you don't suck my cock, you lick my balls instead. When I say lick, you don't lick but suck my prick fast and furiously. When I call bite, you do not bite, but you grasp only the knob of my cock in your lips and whirl your tongue around it. When I say kiss, you tease my cock with your teeth, but very carefully. And when I say stop, you do not stop, Gloria, but you whip your mouth up-and-down and side-to-side on my cock as though your life depended on it."

He paused to glance at his watch.

"You have precisely seven minutes to make me come. Needless to say, you'd better give one hell of a blowjob. And I ought to warn you I've been sucked off by the best, Lisa included, and it usually takes her almost ten minutes to get my rocks off. Put your palms on the floor, so that you're on all fours."

"Like a doggie," Lisa chuckled behind her. "You can't use your hands to help either, honey. Ready?"

"No, wait!" Gloria cried, shaking with panic. "What happens if I get a command wrong? Or if you don't come in seven minutes?"

Her reply was a shattering lash of the whip on her naked ass. A sharp scream tore from Gloria's throat. The pain blazed intensely on her bare asscheeks. She fought to catch her breath.

"You'll learn to love it, honey," Lisa said behind her. "And you'll learn to dish it out, too. Ready now?"

"One minute," Gloria begged tearfully. "Just let me think for one minute. It's so hard to remember all that."

"Hell, there are only five words," the sexy swinger said with contempt. "Sometimes we play this game with ten code words. And if he doesn't come in seven minutes, you get the lash every ten seconds thereafter, like clockwork."

"Lisa loves to whip beautiful asses," Carl said, studying his watch. "It excites the hell out of her. Among other things. Right, Lisa?"

"Damned right," his wife said, her eyes blazing lewdly on Gloria's ripe naked cheeks. The whipping turned the creamy mounds into a glowing crimson that really aroused her. Lisa sank her teeth into the hot soft flesh of Gloria in lustful animal bites.

In the back of the sultry, hot-eyed swinger's mind was a distant memory of being sweet and innocent once. That was only seven years ago, but now it seemed like a million. Too many strange kicks and bizarre clients had shattered that memory, and now the only way she could have that elusive climax rippling through her jaded cunt was through pure teasing cruelty.

"Time," Carl announced. "You have five seconds to respond to each signal. If you make the wrong move, the whip comes down. If you hesitate longer than five seconds, you get the whip. Remember to keep your palms on the floor. Bite!"

Gloria hesitated, her tits panting furiously with fear, her mind struggling to get the signal right. She felt Lisa rustling impatiently behind her and a sob tore from the helpless brunette's throat. She could feel the whip being raised in a high arc behind her… and then she remembered.

Urgently, she grasped the hot purple knob of Carl's meat in her lips and whirled her tongue rapidly around it. Her ass quivered with tension.

"Very good," he told her encouragingly. "Excellent, I like your hot mouth, Gloria. Mmmmmmm, suck!"

Without thinking, the anxious librarian began to suck his cockrod in long strokes of her mouth. Her reward was almost instantaneous. A low agonized scream escaped her as the leather thongs raked across her naked ass in a fury.

Her mind whirled frantically. Suck meant bite, didn't it? Or did it mean lick? Yes, lick! Sobbing, Gloria nuzzled her mouth beneath his burning meat and licked eagerly at his balls, her helpless buttocks on fire with white-hot pain. God, that sexy bitch behind her was vicious! But it was tremendously exciting.

"You're doing very well," Carl told her, his balls hotly tingling from her eager tongue. Actually, his wife could give him the most torrid blowjob in existence, but like Lisa, he had to have variety to climax.

And the only way he could get his rocks off any more was to watch his sensuous, dark-eyed young wife rule over other sexy women while he ravaged their mouths and pussies and assholes. With her silky bare tits heaving excitedly and her long slender legs clad in misty black nylons and boots, Lisa looked like a wild-eyed angel of vengeance, giving out punishment with fierce, obscene relish.