Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd - Sex Stories

Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd

... and teasing.

She tugs gently at my leg, encouraging me to give her access to my inner thigh, which I find myself doing. Fingertips smoothly glide over my flesh, exploring my inner thigh and gently urging me to part my legs just that bit more. They part of their own accord, and she is now stroking my damp crotch over my silky knickers and pushing them into my slit with her fingers, teasing at my sex. Her fingers moved to the edge of my knickers and slipped under them, reaching for and probing at my wet and excited hole.

The waiter approaches, bringing our main course; Parinda removes her fingers from my wanting pussy; and presents them to me to lick clean; that’s a bit embarrassing with the waiter watching! But he doesn't bat an eyelid.

They are not in any hurry, and we eat at a leisurely pace; anytime that is free of food, a finger or two is exploring my sex. Parinda is enjoying me, and me her. My clitoris feels on fire, desperate for release.

Gupta grinned, “She has good fingers, doesn’t she?”

“Yes. Yes, she does,” I stammer, looking into her eyes as she presents her fingers for me to lick clean again.

After our meal, we wandered to the lounge and ordered drinks. Sipping them slowly, allowing our food to settle. Before retiring to their suite.

Gupta ushers Parinda and me through the door. Parinda walks over and puts on some music, an Indian melody of some sort. Turning around and prowling toward me, she looks like a tiger about to pounce.

I am not ...

... too far wrong. She grips my head in her hands, pulls my mouth onto hers, and kisses me ardently. Pulling away, her demeanor and mood change completely; I am slightly taken aback as she announces.

“Now slut. I am your mistress, and you will do exactly what I say when I say it, do you understand?” I stand frozen. She slips behind me and slaps my bottom hard, making me jump forward.

“Do you understand?” she shouts.

“Yes, yes, I understand,” I splutter.

Slap, another jump forward: “And call me mistress.” Parinda growls.

“Yes, I will,” I answered.

Slap, jump: ‘’Do it then,’’ she growls.

‘’Yes, mistress.’’ I meekly reply.

“Better, take all your clothes off and be quick about it,” she commands. I quickly strip and stand naked before her. “Good and bad, you were quick, but you forgot something,” she smirks.

“I did?” I question.

“And again, bend over,” she orders.

I do as I am told and say nothing.

“You are not learning; you answer me every time I speak; do not move or utter a sound.” I am told.

Slap: I am knocked forward by the force of the blow on my bottom and squealed out.

“I told you not to move and to be quiet, and you forgot to answer me before as well,” she bellows.

“I apologize, mistress.” I get that one out.

Still bent over, I expect more slaps, and they come. It's not her hand now, but a paddle of some kind. She lashes across my buttocks until my bottom seems on fire. I manage to keep quiet and still. Ken and I have played like ...