A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... felt Rachel stand and truth be told I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see her disrobe. She’d had a great body 20 years ago and since then had kept herself fit, regularly visiting the gym and taking numerous dance classes.

Sara too stood at this point and my very hard cock was left waving in the air.

“Ok. Let me position you before I add a few ropes for good measure. Please stand astride the coffee table.”

I felt a leg brush my body as Rachel stood over me. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Then I felt the weight of her body slowly lowered onto my own. Her breasts, a firm set of b-cups pressed against my chest – her nipples were as hard as bullets as they pressed against me.

Rachel shuffled downwards until I felt the hairs from her neat landing strip rubbing against my pubic bone. The heat from her pussy was on my cock which throbbed to her touch. I felt a hand push my cock until it was snuggly between Rachel's buttocks.

More ropes were added to my ankles and I felt Rachel shift a little as her ankles were secured to mine. The heat from her pussy seemed to grow and as she moved I became aware of her wetness against me, trickling onto me.

Then I felt Sara move and she brushed against my shoulder as she was tying Rachel's wrists below the table. I had effectively become a very aroused whipping horse. Rachel lay her head on my right shoulder, her hair against my neck.

Rachel stood “Are you comfortable”, she asked.

“Yes Mistress” came the ...

... reply.

“Good. You told me earlier you would normally get 50 smacks. We’ll start with 50 and I want you to count them out loud for me.” I was surprised by this as she didn’t get 50 from me!

I was aware of Sara moving around in the room and then suddenly the sound of the first smack. Rachel flinched slightly and called out “One”. The smacking continued and I could tell from Rachel’s movement that Sara was alternating buttocks for each strike.

After 10 or so Rachel started to writhe and wriggle a little and I was very aware of her hot, wet pussy rubbing again the base of my cock. As the numbers grew so did Rachel’s movements and the moisture between her legs seemed to flow onto me. I was aware of her juices trickling onto my balls and between my buttocks. I imagine I was adding to this with pre-cum as she rubbed against my cock which was still throbbing against her.

A couple of times Sara’s hand also met with the head of my cock as she struck. It was only really her fingertips so there was no pain. We she reached 50 Rachel continued to writhe, pushing herself down again my cock, stimulating herself, and me. Her breathing was heavy as if she was approaching orgasm.

“Do you think you can handle the cane?” Sara asked.

“Yes Mistress” There was no pause before Rachel’s response. She was still rubbing her pussy against my very hard cock.

“I’ll start gently but make sure you count the strokes clearly for me. Lift yourself a little, I need to get this cock out of the ...