Andy's Ringer Cock - 2 - Sex Stories

Andy's Ringer Cock - 2

... sign she too craved to be a slave? Around her crutch was lovely smooth black pussy-lips but above it was a thatch of short black curly ringlets – Jacki wondered if she shaved or used a depilatory cream. Anyway, it was she hoped some day, to be able to bury her face in her pussy. Master shook Carl’s hand. They exchanged a few quiet words and some smiling nods. Then he proceeded to inspect Bee more closely as if she was a prize heifer for sale. He kissed her softly on the lips and Bee jutted her tongue out, hoping for a frenchie but she was too late. Jacki could see it was a lovely tongue, like a small cock, that she would love to be reaming out her own pussy or licking her arse. My God! Where are these thoughts coming from? She wondered., but from wherever they came she was happy they were out in the open. As a small girl she had led a very naive life. If she had picked the wrong man she could have been at home all day with a dozen kids and another on the way while he sat in the lounge with a newspaper ignoring what was going on around him. Master ran his hand over Bee’s taut tits and squeezed them gently while Carl watched smiling from the other special chair. Was he to be “exhibited” tonight to? Jacki pondered. Andy slowly moved his hands over Bee’s body. Jacki could see she liked his touch – she loved it – as Bee’s eyes closed and her mouth twisted into a contented smile. From her magnificent tits to her belly – the ring got a few tweaks – down to the flossy mound at the ...

... apex of her large legs. Bee nervously parted them, hoping that Andy would finger-inspect her “wares”. Her mound received a sudden sharp WHACK. She hoped this was not going to be the fare for the evening. “Not until I tell you. Hasn’t your Master told you what you are to do tonight?” Andy rebuked her. Bee was perplexed as to what to think; she had surprise, shame, anger, fear, puzzlement and even arousal. “Tonight you are my sub. You will answer me as Sir.or Yes Sir or No Sir. Right? …. sub?” Bee was confused. Had she been “sold”? She twisted her head to look across at her husband. Carl was sitting quietly, smiling casually. She could see his cock was hard. “Don’t look at me!” Carl said, “We agreed. You wanted this. You belong to Andy for tonight and you will called him Sir.” Bee turned back to face Andy and smiled. “Yes Sir” she answered. Her eyes filled with tears caused by the harsh smack but the look was love not fear, not lechery, not anger. “Now sub, as I said, open your legs. Keep your hands by your side. If you don’t do what you are told you will receive punishment. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir” she agreed. Bee obeyed and moved her feet apart enough to be able to spread her knees, enabling inspection of her crotch. Sir/Andy quickly applied his hand. She felt his palm pass over her mound to cover her vagina. He pushed the middle finger up between the naked labia lips. “You’re wet, sub. Have you been fingered or fucked by your Master before coming here tonight? Or have you ...