Mark Carver - The naked deal

And with a supreme effort of will and a deep agonizing moan, Vera tore her mouth away from her succulent feast. There were times when she thought her own rules would shatter her fucking sanity. But now she had Shawn exactly where she wanted her, thrashing and crying and groaning feverishly on the bed, on the brink other first climax.

"Why did you stop?" Shawn sobbed, arching her back and rubbing her own swollen tits furiously.

True to Vera's mental clock, Lane had come into the room, naked, his long hard prick with its strange upward eye like a scimitar quivering with crimson power. He nodded with satisfaction, his eyes blazing over Shawn's silky smooth flesh, resting on her dripping young cunt pulsing obscenely as if begging. Christ, he'd like to ram his rod to her on the spot and to hell with the bizarre, intricate sex games. But there'd be plenty of time for that later.

He nodded at Vera. His wife, licking the cunt-juice hungrily from her lips, got up and went around to the head of the bed while Lane went to the other side. The chains were already looped around the bottom of the bedposts. They we're always there, ready for the next victim.

"I promised to give you the time of my life and I will, angel," Vera told Shawn huskily. "But first you turn over or your belly. We've got to play a little game, the three of us. We're going to tie you down, but don't worry." She rushed on as the girl's green eyes became alarmed. "We're not going to hurt you, honey. It's for me, because I get my kicks that way. Okay?"

Sobbing, Shawn nodded and rolled over on her stomach, obediently spreading out her arms and legs on the king-sized mattress. She did it without hesitation for two reasons: she trusted Vera implicitly – her first awesome blunder – and second, because she was so intensely hot she would have climbed the walls and around the ceiling for release. They snapped the chains in place on her wrists and ankles. Vera opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table. The girl's eyes became huge with fear as the sadist took out a short-handled whip with long thin black thongs.

"You said you wouldn't hurt me!" Shawn cried out, panic rippling through her blood in icy waves. Even then she didn't suspect what she was in for.

"Oh this is just for teasing," Vera laughed. Next she took out the gigantic dildo and Shawn gasped. It was about ten inches long, massively thick. She watched in awe as Vera showed her how it worked.

"See these tiny spikes?" Vera said, pointing to dozens of mounds covering its thick length. "These will get you off like the Fourth of July, baby, no kidding. But that's not all. Watch now."

She reachied underneath and pressed the on switch on the battery operated monster leaped and throbbed in her fingers. The girl screamed as Vera touched it to her naked back but with pleasure, not pain as it hummed and vibrated. Of course, imbedded deep into her tender pussy it would feel so different.

"But that's not all," Vera went on excitedly, beginning to feel the heady sense of power she loved so much when they were chained helplessly, at her complete mercy. All that silky hot flesh, those tits and that darling sweet ass, that fantastically delicious little pussy of hers, all hers for any torture or pleasure she alone chose. Oh well, Lane had a say in it, too, but he always let her have her way. As Vera pressed the huge prick against Shawn's velvety back, she reached beneath the base and pressed a hidden button. Instantly Shawn yelped and recoiled from a ten-volt shock.

Good God, she's crazy! Shawn realized with a horrified shock. The warm, passionate creature who'd charmed and then teased her so lasciviously now had a look of pure madness in her lustrous eyes. Her smooth face was contorted with twisted joy, with such cruel happiness Shawn struggled with all her might against her chains.

For the first time she realized how totally helpless she was and she began crying like a baby, great waves of hot tears gushing from her eyes. Lane snapped his fingers and Vera handed him the whip. Standing over her, he began bringing the lashes down in vicious strokes until bright red welts appeared on her white asscheeks, until her screams became breathless gasps.

"No crybabies," Lane told her harshly. "You agreed to swing with us and you'll take what comes."

Vera knelt between the trembling girl's legs and rubbed her palms excitedly over the hot raw flesh, then she bent down to tenderly kiss each asscheek. She dipped her tongue into Shawn's puckered asshole and wriggled it around while Lane got up onto the bed. He sat at the headboard with his thick rod facing her, and clutched her face in his hands. Jesus, she had a sweet mouth, soft innocent lips, and the look of terror on her face excited his lust even more.

"Start sucking," he commanded her. "And give me the blow-job of your life, Shawn, because if you don't look good Vera will go crazy with the whip, I assure you."

He didn't bother to tell her his wife would probably go crazy with the whip anyway, not to mention the massive dildo. Once Vera got this excited – and she deliberately refrained from coming too soon herself, because she loved the high of being frustrated while she tormented luscious girls – she was impossible to stop.

At this point the honey-haired blackjack dealer was a whirling mass of fear and confusion and excitement. She'd never been subjected to kinky sex before and she even thought sixty-nine with her boyfriend was daring. Being from a small town she thought gambling was glamorous and exciting so she'd become a dealer. But the sudden assault of Vera's frenzied lips and tongue and wild fingers on her sensitive flesh, working her up to a maddening pitch, followed by the shattering hot pain inflicted on her tender ass, was almost more than she could bear. Her cunt was on the verge of an explosion while her nerves screamed with pain and fear.

In other words, she was reacting exactly as Vera wanted.

A moment later Lane shoved his throbbing prick into her mouth and she began sucking it timidly, almost gagging is the boiling knob battered her throat.

Lane snapped his fingers with disgust. Happily, Vera scrambled off the bed and got the whip. She began lashing Shawn's trembling ripe ass, but not hard at all – just warning strokes – enough to send sharp jolts of fire through her bare flesh.

"In about ten seconds," Lane told the sobbing girl, "you're gonna get your ass whipped until it turns into hamburger if you don't start giving me a decent blow-job. Now move it!"

Whimpering in her throat, Shawn started to suck his fleshy rod with urgent motions of her mouth. She tightened her warm lips with each long suck, finally inspired lo fuck her tongue across the knob. When she felt Vera's wet tongue slither up her asshole again, delicious shivers of excitement raced through her bowels and she tried to nudge her aching cunt down, imploring Vera to finish her almost forgotten cunt-licking.

"Better, much better," Lane groaned, fucking her hot mouth with slow lunges. He knew he'd have to spell it out for her, though it was a clumsy college-girl blow-job – no tricks, no artistry, no frills.

"Use your teeth but gently," he told her. "Across the surface of my meat when you suck. Then whirl your tongue around the head of my dick from time to time. And if the notion strikes you," he added sarcastically, "you might slip my prick out of your mouth long enough to suck on my balls awhile."

A curious thing was happening to Shawn. The pain on her ass-flesh had given way to a warm glow, fusing with the fierce excitement in her pussy and asshole. Her pain was beginning to mingle with her lustful pleasure.

And it was Vera's intention that before she finished with the sexy dealer, she wouldn't know the difference between the two. That was what the dark-eyed swinger had learned as a teanager, when she'd run away from home and was picked up hitchhiking by a wealthy couple. They'd put her up in a motel room and by the time they'd finished with her, she couldn't tell the difference between agony and bliss.