Fine Dining - Sex Stories

Fine Dining

... apace until he had received twenty four. Second Voice caned with a forensic precision, dropping each stroke a little above or below the preceding one. After twelve, one of them had massaged his buttocks carefully for a few minutes, feeling the heat, testing the tension induced by swelling in the flesh with her nails. So far the skin was standing up well and no cuts had developed. “Very nice weals,” commented First Voice, “think I will put a few more on there!” After a slight pause, the caning continued. “Thwack...” This stroke stung more: he recognised from the sensations that she had picked up a dragon cane. The burn was hotter too, but the afterglow was richer and more sustained. As the rhythm changed, speeding up a little, the strokes merged one into another creating a steady oscillation between pain and burn which sent him out of it, off into his headspace. “He is going out of it!” warned Second Voice, “How many is that?” “Forty eight,” replied First Voice, “get him back!” Someone, probably Second Voice, slapped his face several times jerking him back to reality. “Give him a bit of real work to do... I want to have his butt now,” demanded First Voice. With that, the hood was pulled off but hands closed over his eyes as a blindfold was substituted. Someone came round to stand by his head and he could feel radiated warmth as the sultry smell of a woman‘s garden invaded his nostrils. “Put your tongue out,” instructed Second Voice apparently above his head. Hands gripped his ...

... face and propelled it forwards until the tip of his tongue made contact with soft wet flesh. The distinctive feel, taste and smell told him it was her pussy. Applying the flat upper surface he found he was licking the front part and felt what he took to be a clitoris, swelling as it was being stimulated. Changes in the breath sounds above him indicated he was succeeding in pleasuring her. Next he felt fingers pressing on his ring again as someone else engaged with his unprotected arse. His cheeks were pulled apart. Something rather large and very hard was forcing its way in, stretching and pushing at his ring. Unable to prevent it, Ross relaxed and pushed back on to it. All the while he kept licking and sucking Second Voice. “That right slut, fuck it for me!” cried First Voice. At this resistance ceased and the big strapon dildo slid deep inside. It filled and stretched his cave. Slowly First Voice fucked him, sliding it in and out with sensual control. Then, as it vibrated, he could hear her breathing change to a rapid panting laced with arousal. Intrigued, he guessed she was using a complex double toy that fitted her orifices as well. Her cunt was taking a similar punishment along with his, but of course she was the one in control. A series of swats from a dressage whip rained almost unnoticed across his flaming buttocks as she rode him hard from behind driving the dildo in deep with each thrust, withdrawing nearly all its length, before forcing it back in again. “Take it ...