Unknown - Tattoo dreams

The leather mask was suffocating her as she struggled in vain against the ropes holding her arms to her side.

The branding iron seared her buttocks again as she screamed until she was hoarse.

She slumped against her bonds, only to be awakened by a pail of cold water splashed on her naked torso. The cold against the searing heat caused her to jerk in agony.

"Now, my dear, the petals have a deep red to them. I had to mark them twice," the woman's voice came from somewhere outside the discipline helmet.

She couldn't see who was tormenting her flesh so badly. But the voice sounded familiar.

Her mouth had been filled with a wadded pad so that her agonizing screams would be muffled. She had been screaming so horribly from each touch of the white hot poker, that her cries were now raspy and hoarse. She didn't need to be gagged any longer.

She would not have been heard if she wanted.

"You do like my tattoo, don't you darling?" The voice continued.

In her agonized state, Kelli couldn't quite make it out. She only knew that she had done a terrible wrong to someone, and now they were making her pay.

Ssssssssss…

She could hear the bellows heating up again as her body broke out in a fresh wave of perspiration.

She jerked and trembled.

Her knees went weak.

She could feel the overpowering smell of burnt flesh in the room.

She wanted to cry out that she wanted a tattoo, but not this kind.

She couldn't utter a sound.

She wanted to be branded.

Or did she?

Her thoughts became more confused as she felt a soft hand caress her upper thighs.

"Ah, a perfect spot for the stem. Maybe a few small marks for the thorns. We can't have a rose tattoo without a few thorns now, can we Kelli?" The woman's voice rose in the hot room.

Kelli started to cry.

Her tears turned to a torrent as she felt the heat of the poker approach the tender backsides of her upper thighs.

She tried to move away from the heat.

But couldn't.

Sssssssssssss…

"Aaaagggllmmmppphjhhhhhh!!!!" her muffled screams renewed.

She startled Laura as she bolted straight up in bed.

"Kelli!"

"Kelli!!" Laura shouted, shaking her young boss.

"Kelli, wake up!!"

Kelli started to open her eyes.

She turned and grabbed onto Laura for dear life.

"Kelli, darling, you're only having a bad dream," Laura spoke as she felt the girl clinging onto her.

"Ohhhhmmmmph," Kelli slumped against Laura's breasts as she realized she was awake.

Her hand instinctively went to her buttocks under her short nightie and felt for the branding marks.

There were none.

"Oh God Laura. It was horrible."

Or was it?

Kelli Stroud felt her panties damp again.

The nightmare had caused another orgasm while she dreamed of the hellish pain.

As the marketing of their home started in earnest, Barbara and Craig Rush became increasingly hostile to each other. Craig wanted his wife out of the house. Barbara had no place to go.

For the life of her, Barbara Rush never could understand why her husband has insisted on a divorce. She always heard that men hit a mid life crisis and supposed that is what was happening to Craig.

She never did have concrete evidence of his infidelity so she just continued to take the abuse both verbal, and now physical, that her husband heaped on her each time they got under the same roof.

"Maybe he's flipped out?" Barbara thought to herself as she awakened.

"Maybe Craig should seek psychiatric help," her thoughts continued as she showered and dressed for a day out of the house.

Kelli had called her early and said that four potential buyers wished to see the house today, and rather than sit around while some namby pamby people picked her house apart to set her up for a low offer, Barbara decided a day at the beach would do her good.

She hadn't been out to Del Mar in ages it seemed, and the white hot sand, and azure sky seemed to be beckoning her.

She dressed casually wearing a halter top and cut offs, and admired her maturing, yet very attractive body as she placed a pair of pumps on her feet.

"Sexy as hell," she thought. "Maybe I'll attract one of those young stud lifeguards," she continued as she drove over the Del Dios highway to Del Mar.

As she drove through the serene countryside on the way from San Carmel to the coast, her thoughts wandered back again to her meeting with Kelli to list the house. Without being aware of it, she felt a wetness between her thighs and her pussy tingled as the remembrance of that pretty girl's warm sucking mouth on her clit.

Barbara Rush? she asked herself, are you really a lesbian?

Spreading out her towel near the lifeguard station she exchanged looks with the handsome bronzed young man sitting high above her. He seemed to be oblivious to the comings and goings immediately around him, as his eyes seemed to be fixed in a perpetual stare out to sea.

Of course that didn't stop him from checking out all the hard bodies that walked near his station. He did it in such a detached way.

Barbara Rush felt a heat inside of her that her body could still attract the looks from young men. She immediately felt a second twinge of pleasure at this new thought going through her.

As she sunned herself, she thought she saw the lifeguard beckon with his eyes towards the door under the wooden platform.

After several attempts, Barbara was sure he was motioning for her to go inside.

Her pussy started flowing at what she thought would happen next, and slowly, very seductively, she got up from her blanket and brushed the loose sand that had blown onto her. She walked with a hip swaying gait the few steps to the door, and felt the lifeguard's eyes boring into her.

God, I feel so sexy, she thought as her hand turned the knob.

It wasn't but seconds until she heard the door opening behind her, and the bronzed boy stepped in.

"Hi!" he said in a casual way. "What's your name?"

"Barbara."

"Pleased to meet you Barbara," he said sticking out his hand to grasp hers.

Barbara felt weak in the knees as his blue eyes looked right into her very soul. She knew, he knew, she was horny and needed a thick hard cock.

"I, uh…" she started.

"Don't say a thing," he said as he reached for the waistband of his trunks and swiftly pulled them off.

His massive cock was already hard and a drop of pre cum glistened in the light coming through the wooden slats.

Barbara felt a rush of pure hot lust go through her body and without another word dropped to her knees and immediately engulfed the thick cock.

"Oooh, yes baby, suck it!" the lifeguard said.

"I knew you were ready for something the minute I laid eyes on you this morning. What's the matter Barbara, not getting enough at home?" he smilingly asked.

Barbara couldn't answer and struck with an urgent need to taste this young boy's seed, was sucking and licking the hard gristle as fast as she could. He was so big for a young man, that this spurred her on all the more. Her lips and tongue worked their way over and around the thick meat filling her mouth as she alternately deep throated him, then sucked around the shaft with her open lips.

The lifeguard's hands tightened in her hair as he moved her head over and around his cock, placing the suctioning mouth where he would get the most pleasure.

Barbara's mouth went down to his balls, feeling them as hard as chestnuts as she sucked first one, then the other into her mouth.

"Unnnmmmph," the boy groaned as Barbara licked his balls.

"Oh God, that feels so good, keep going," he continued as Barbara pulled the cock back into her lips.

"Oh yes baby, keep that up. You're going to make me cum. I'm going to give you a load of hot cum right in that mouth of yours. Oooohhh!"