Mark Carver - Hot pants librarian

"Kiss!" he commanded.

The brunette hesitated, sobbing, her huge creamy tits trembling with alarm. At the very last second she remembered the correct response, and feverishly Gloria clutched his searing cockmeat in her mouth and slowly sucked, ripping her teeth gently across his rod.

"Damn," Lisa murmured, lowering the whip with frustration. Gloria's naked ass was a bright pink now, but far from the lustful red hue the swinger loved to inflict. Lisa soothed herself. Tonight she had an appointment with a stockbroker's wife. The variation they played consisted of having her eat Lisa's cunt while Lisa called out a confusing array of words. The broker's wife hardly ever got any of the codes, and her big hot ass was always a flaming crimson when they finished. Then Carl would rape the housewife's tortured anus until she fainted from agony. But this one, blowing her husband with delighted whimpers, really turned Lisa on. If she could eat pussy with half the enthusiasm and, fear she was showing with Carl's cock, the swinger was in for a wild time.

"Okay," Carl said casually. "Stop."

With a sigh of relief, Gloria raised her head. It was over with, thank God! Grinning behind her, Lisa raised the whip and tore it across Gloria's ripe ass with depraved passion.

"Aaaaaagh!" shrieked the shuddering librarian. "Why… why?"

The whip stung again, and moaning and trembling on all fours, Gloria's mind flashed on the signal. Frantically, ac seized Carl's bristling prick in her mouth and began to whip her head up-and-down, then from side-to-side. Her naked buttocks were blazing with torment and she sucked fiercely, praying he would come soon.

But just beneath the shattering pain ripping across her naked, helpless asscheeks, the tortured brunette felt a faint ripple of eerie ecstasy. My God, she thought, I'm beginning to enjoy it! She couldn't see her punisher behind her, but the vivid image of Lisa whirled in her mind, sensuous, burning-eyed, and reeking with sex and domination.

"Bite!" Carl ordered.

Without hesitation, Gloria clutched his giant cockknob in her lips and swirled her tongue furiously around. She was getting tremendously excited now, beginning to love the challenge of the game. If she didn't lose her head, she had every code ward memorized by now. But how much time did she have left, to make him come?

"Excellent," Carl told her, feeling the knot of his climax building up rapidly beneath her frenzied lips and tongue. He glanced at his watch. She had almost four minutes to go. Lisa's face was contorted with lust and frustration. It was dirty-trick time. After all, he had to keep his wife happy, too. She was his bread and butter.

"Eat!" he commanded.

Gloria froze in panic. Damn, what did eat signify? Kiss, suck, bite, lap his balls? She sobbed, unable to remember.

And, with a broad grin of obscene triumph, the sultry swinger lashed out furiously with her whip, panting as Gloria's pink buttocks turned flaming red. Three times she tore the whip down, then paused, feeling her cunt tickle hotly.

"Eeeeee!" the brunette wailed. "God, killing me, no, please!"

"That was a false alarm," Carl told her casually. "Just to keep you on your toes, honey. Now lick!"

It took four seconds of Gloria's dazed mind to register the code. Just as the whip rose high again, she started to suck his thick cock meat in a frenzy of lust, using her hot mouth in tight, juicy strokes. She wanted him with all her might to explode his jism deep in her throat.

The commands came faster now, but Gloria's alert mind responded instantly. As the blazing glow in her lush, tortured ass spread through her loins, and as his huge prick hardened and swelled in her eager mouth, the passionate brunette felt the beginning of a strange, molten orgasm shudder through her hotly soaked cunt.

Deliberately, she missed the next command.

When the bolt of pain tore through her trembling ass, she quickly realized why. She began to crave the punishment, confusing it with the thrilling mass of Carl's long rod in her mouth and the mad, lustful tingle in her cunt.

The naked, helpless librarian could no longer distinguish between pain and ecstasy. Fiery waves of lewd bliss shattered at the same time through her mouth, her dripping cunt, end her ravaged asscheeks as she sucked Carl off with deep whimpers of excitement.

The strange sex game was a form of obedience training, as though she were a dog on all fours, and she was learning to love the weak, helpless sensation of being someone else's sex slave.

Carl glanced at his watch, the boiling knot in his loins was beginning to burst beneath liar juicy, feverish mouth. Thirty seconds to go. Another dirty trick? He looked at his wife, but Lisa's smoldering eyes were riveted to Gloria's crimson ass, and he knew she was primed for her own violent orgasms. Her small white tits were heaving rapidly, and she was licking her ripe lips with impatience.

"Suck, lick, bite! Ten seconds apiece!" he snapped out.

Without missing a stroke of her frantic hot lips and tongue, Gloria executed each signal with precision. She issued a long, low moan of relief and lust as his boiling cream began to spurt in her mouth, flooding her aching throat.

"Ahhhh, shit, that's a good blowjob!" Carl gasped as the ravenous brunette drained his molten juice with a furious suction. "Damn… ungh! Damn good, lady! Wheeeww, you are a natural born cocksucker. Your mouth is all fire and greed, very good."

When the last trickle of his come seeped into her mouth, Gloria collapsed with her head in her arms, sobbing and shaking. Lisa flung the whip aside and crouched behind their trembling victim. She clutched Gloria's burning ripe ass in her fingers and gently sucked and bit the silky flesh, loving the soft heat in her mouth. Then the panting swinger lasciviously flicked out her long tongue and ran it along the crevice of Gloria's blazing ass. She felt an eerie thrill in her lips and tongue.

Still slumped on the sofa with his long wet cock dangling, Carl watched his wife arouse herself to a feverish pitch. Strange girl, Lisa, but after all, he'd made her that way.

He'd purposely turned a lovely, innocent young girl into a depraved, insatiable swinger, a passionately hungry switch-hitter who kept them living in luxury. He got his own kicks in the bargain, watching her torture and brutally tease and fuck a steady stream of respectable housewives and society bitches – including a famous Hollywood actress who was a sex-symbol for every red-blooded American male – all for a handsome profit. He frequently joined in the games too.

Carl had never taken a course in psychology, but he knew human nature with, a sharp, accurate cunning. He'd spotted the stacked brunette in the kinky shop, gauged her to be about thirty, and just discovering sex. It was Carl's solid conviction that any woman could be turned into a switch-hitter with the proper come-on and training.

He'd cultivated a very successful technique for building up Lisa's clientele. Usually, he'd pick the woman up, guess her weaknesses, and after working on her for a while, turn her over to Lisa, who would quickly hook her on her violent brand of sex. With Lisa's strikingly sexy looks, it was a surprisingly easy process. Depending on the victim, Carl would either seduce her gently over a period of time before switching her to Lisa, or, like the hot, statuesque brunette now whimpering happily on the floor as Lisa soothingly licked her asshole, he would decide she could be taken in one savage session.

Guilt was the secret. He could spot guilt reeking in a girl or a woman from fifty yards away. He could see the furtive look of guilt and shame on Gloria's face when she'd bought the whip, and he worked on it cleverly. Because wherever there was guilt, there was a powerful need for punishment and humiliation. A lot of the high-society bitches had that secret look beneath their frosty expressions, and they had the money to pay for their torment.