The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... down, had forced Angela to her knees. With Angela kneeling and looking fetchingly up at her, Leslie had collared and leashed the raven-headed beauty.

Jemima was about to intervene and protest on her friend's behalf when she saw how heavily A2's arousal flowed down her inner thighs and how Ange's musky, sexually aroused scent filled the air around her. "There's paddles in my robe upstairs," Jemima quietly said.

Leslie turned to the sexually charged teenager and said, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Squealing with delight, Angela ran upstairs before quickly returning with a thickly padded square paddle. She dropped to her knees before Leslie and, keeping her eyes and head down as she'd seen Jemima do for Cillian, offered her the paddle.

Jemima had paddled Angela under instruction from Cillian, but Jem was too much of a softy and didn't hit her hard enough. Ange was too frightened to let Cillian paddle her. A2 was in awe of Jemima's ability to receive punishment on her toned, sexy ass and react sexually. But Angela thought being paddled as Leslie fingered her would be an exciting experience.

Smiling down at the luscious young woman at her feet, Leslie patted the countertop. "Feet on the ground, belly and tits on the countertop," Leslie demanded. "Feet spread about shoulder-width apart."

Angela eagerly complied. Once she was in position, Leslie brought the paddle stingingly down onto Angela's nicely rounded butt.

"Ouch!" Ange yelped, but the heat that ...

... Leslie had engineered in her bottom quickly travelled to her clit and cunt. Angela's tiny clit poked its head through her folds as it engorged with blood, and fresh arousal poured down her inner thighs.

Putting her thumb in her mouth to soak it with spit, Leslie then placed it against A2's pucker hole and whacked her again. Simultaneously with the paddles thwack, Leslie forced her thumb through Ange's knot and into her bum.

"Ouch! Angela yipped again before her protest turned into a low, soft groan of pleasure as she felt her ass' sphincter opened.

Leslie shifted her hand and thrust two fingers into Angela's spasming pussy. Hooking them down and back, Leslie searched for and found A2's G-spot. Lifting the paddle, Leslie waited for Angela to clench her ass, anticipating the strike. Watching eagerly, Leslie remained still, her only movement being her fingers and thumb gently thrusting into Angela's fuck holes. As soon as A2 relaxed her buttocks, Leslie smacked them with the paddle. This time, when Angela yelled out, Leslie pinched her fingers and thumb together and pulled, scraping her knuckles firmly across Ange's inner pleasure spot.

Almost screaming, Ange orgasmed. She didn't quite squirt over her lesbian lover's hand, but she certainly soaked it with a copious amount of pussy juice. Sinking flat onto the bench top, Angela groaned, "Well, that was intense!"

Smacking Ange's firm bottom, Jemima said, "And just in time for you to slice some tomatoes, parsley and ...