New Friends - Sex Stories

New Friends

"I always have my girl on her knees for a while before her whipping" said the new tenant. I looked at him in a different way. He was new in our building, and nothing about his appearance gave a hint of a "wrinkle" so interesting. We met while buying riding crops at a shop nearby... I a silver-handled item with a short and snappy stroke...he a longer driving whip. "Do you ride?", he asked. "No, never actually. . ." a little amusement glittering in my eyes... "what about you?" "Well...not horses, anyway", an expression of what I thought might be a smile with just a hint of a leer on his face. I smiled at him as well. I don't know why... just the feeling of two people who understand each other quite well, I suppose. We chatted a bit...our purchases packed and paid for, we sat down for a cup of coffee. At some point in life, the "kinks" are old enough to know who they are, and to know who their compatriots are....bullshitting diminishes...and a sort of ballsy honesty takes over. After a little while, my new neighbor caught my eye and asked: "I have a little slut at home who enjoys being whipped before company. Would you like to join us tomorrow afternoon?" His home was charming and warm...and a pretty girl was kneeling in the corner, her bottom and eyes both reddened with evidence of a recent spanking. "She loves it really, the humiliation I mean...don't you?" The girl dropped her head, dark hair obscuring her face, and mumbled something. A sterner voice "I can't quite hear you. ...

... Now tell the gentleman about your needs, right now, or I will have to punish you severely indeed". "I like it. . ." "I like it! Now what kind of an answer is that? Hmmm?" --I don't know.. Sir? "You don't know? Since the power of speech has failed you, we'll just have to rely on demonstration, now won't we? Lean forward, please" Her breasts pressed into the carpet, she strained her bottom upward. "Push up for me a little more...that's it; push and spread like we've practiced... knees a bit apart" And to me, my neighbor directed. . ."come take a look at this little slut. She really just likes to be gaped atand handled...isn't that right?" "I do like to be..." she paused and gave a wet little shiver down her spine "handled". "Handled"...now there was a word to get stiff on. The girl was bent forward, ass open, her little brown hole wet with the heat of her cunt. An inquiring hand verified what the glistening between her legs implied...her cunt was wet and flowing. "She smells when she gets excited...I think it embarrasses her. Doesn't it?" my neighbor inquired of the shivering girl. By now the room was filled with the rank smell of her sex and her bottom...musky and slick. My new friend took a tip of his crop and used it to spread the girl's swollen lips. "Sluts like her just thrive on harsh treatment-- isn't that right?" "Yes, Sir" He looked at me..."Go ahead, give her a feel but I must warn you -- my slut is going to be sopping by now" The girl bent her head in shame as I slid ...