Vicky's Pink Diary 03 - Sex Stories

Vicky's Pink Diary 03

... Vicky is back in the kitchen making coffee. He comes in behind me and I freeze at the kitchen counter. I feel his breath on my neck and his hands come around my waist. He kisses my neck, and I gulp. His hands caress my belly and my naked shoulder, and I suck in a gasping breath of air. &#034Let's see now, which one of your little fantasies is this?&#034 His words are teasing and they have a slightly mocking quality, but that doesn't put me off, in fact it helps. &#034Sean has just left for work. You, you have come round, to, to get the rent.&#034 &#034Oh yes, I remember reading that one. You can't afford the rent, can you Vicky?&#034 &#034No, I can't,&#034 I whimper. &#034No you can't, because Sean spends it, doesn't he?&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 I gasp, as his hand trails over my rear. &#034And as always, you are waiting for me aren't you?&#034 &#034Yes....sir.&#034 &#034You are waiting in your underwear, to pay the rent, aren't you Vicky?&#034 &#034Yes, like, like I always do.&#034 &#034Well look at you, Black bra, black knickers, black suspender belt, black stockings, and black high heels, just like I told you to wear.&#034 I nod, swallow, and whimper a pathetic, &#034Yes.&#034 &#034And have you prepared the bedroom?&#034 &#034Yes, sir,&#034 I mumble. He takes my hand and we go up to the bedroom. He smiles at the chains on the bed and the handcuffs attached to the ends of the chains. &#034I'm waiting Vicky...time to pay the rent.&#034 I get up on the bed on my hands and knees. ...

... &#034Well? Put your wrists in the cuffs.&#034 I snap the cuffs on one wrist and then the other. Having to do this my self is so humiliating, and a sign that I am surrendering to my uncle. In my diary it is the fat college tutor Mr Grew. He isn't my tutor in my fantasy he is just my gross landlord. Mr Grew has an eye for the girls. I don't think he has ever done anything with them. But just the way the girls talk about him giving them the creeps inspired the fantasy entry in my diary. &#034Raise your ass.&#034 Even now I'm shaking and we haven't really started yet. He picks up the red ropes that I hung over the end of the bed, &#034Not too hard. I don't know if I'll like it.&#034 He dangles the ropes over my backside. The faint touch from the five thin ropes tickles, and then I don't feel them...and then I do! &#034That was too fucking hard,&#034 I snarl, as for a moment Vicky disappears and Kevin wonders what the hell he is doing letting this man whip him. I look back at him and he waits. After a few moments Kevin is gone and Vicky is back, &#034Please, not so hard...sir.&#034 The next stinging kiss of the ropes isn't quite so hard, but it still causes me to jump. This time though, I manage to keep Kevin under control. After four more whacks on my ass I can feel the tingling. Again it is harder than I really want, but I'm coping with it, as Vicky. He walks round to my side, I turn my head, and I'm staring at his cock. &#034Well, it isn't going to suck itself. If you and your ...