Alice Shops at Charity's Toy Box - Sex Stories

Alice Shops at Charity's Toy Box

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"You've got such a nice and slutty body. I bet you attract a lot of attention from your coworkers and friends." Charity said while playing with my chest.

Once again, my concern was ignored. Then, I realized that she still didn't know my name. This woman, who was currently fondling me so openly and aggressively, didn't even know my name! She was treating me like I was property!

"She probably loves sucking and taking big cocks. I can tell. Blonds love big cocks," Rose said, turning from the wall of toys, and brandishing a very big dildo. It was large, veiny, and purple with a big suction cup base.

"Is this too small for you, whore?" Rose asked, hefting the monster in front of me.

"T-That's too big." I stammered. Wait, what the fuck was going on? I wasn't here to buy a dildo. Why were they asking me about the size of cocks I'd want?

"Shh. No talking back, my beautiful, bountiful white, blond slut. From here on out, I'll tell you what you will do. I will tell you what you will say." said Charity, while still playing with my chest, Her dark skin contrasted with mine. "Now. Is. That. Understood?"

All I could do was stare. First, I stared at her hands on my breasts. Unbelievable! Then I tilted my head back and stared at Charity's face. Her serene smile held such intent. Her hands left my chest, unwrapping from around me, and came to rest on my shoulders.

CRACK

"Mistress Charity asked you a question, slut!" Rose said, bringing the flogger down ...

... on my tits. It had an unexpected sting, and I felt and heard the bells jingle as I gasped and tried to pull back. Charity still had her hands on my shoulders, holding me for another crack of the flogger.

CRACK

"Answer your Mistress, whore!"

CRACK.

"Ow, shit!" I yelped as the flogger snapped across my tits. Those little bell nipple clamps jingled the song of my pain. The humiliation was overwhelming.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,

"Are you going to obey your Mistress, slut?" Rose pursued the question for Charity.

I tried to move, to get away from Rose's strikes, but Charity held me still with strong hands. I tried to move my legs, but Charity then gripped a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to look up at her. She was so tall and beautiful.

"No moving away from punishment, my beautiful white whore," she told me, her eyes locking on mine. I the passion emanating from her. It was surreal to feel it thrum through me, especially in such an intense moment of carnal pain.

Never taking her eyes from mine, Charity said, "Rose, go get the bar."

I gulped. I didn't know what she meant, but Rose leaped to obey her orders. Meanwhile, Charity shifted more to my side, still gripping my hair, and her free hand went to my chin. It tilted my face closer to hers. Her lips hovered so close to mine.

"Pretty white girls, with the sandy blond hair, and the big rrrack." She rolled her R's, and her hand left my chin and crushed my tit to further punctuate her words. "You ...