Transformation - Sex Stories

Transformation

... small of her back. A length of rope connected the ring on her head harness to the dildo. Another length of rope hung from a ring on the ceiling and was tied to the middle of the affair suspending it and keeping it taught. Sydney’s head was pulled back just enough to be uncomfortable but if she moved her head down or forwards it pulled the dildo into her. Needless to say every now and then she bobbed her head and gasped. Cathy’s mouth was dry and she licked her lips trying to moisten them but she had very little saliva in her mouth. A man entered the camera shot. He wore jeans but was topless and had bare feet. This was Akio, a Japanese banker. He was 36 years old. He’d made his first million by 21 and was ludicrously rich now. His torso and arms had the look of someone who spent time in the gym and cared about their appearance. From his hand dangled a leather flail. With a flick of his wrist the thongs of the flail struck Sydney on the buttock. “OW!” Sydney squealed. Her body jerked and the dildo in her ass was forced in deeper. “Oooh.” she moaned quietly. Akio prowled around Sydney slowly occasionally flicking her back and buttocks with the flail and watching as her body jerked and head bobbed. Cathy reached behind her and unhooked her bra letting it fall away from her large breasts. She pinched her right nipple hard and felt it stiffen. Her other hand reached into her panties and massaged her pussy. Her panties were soaked and she could smell her own musky scent. Akio stood ...

... quietly behind Sydney and watched her intently. Sydney couldn’t turn her head and never knew when he’d use the flail or touch her. He clearly enjoyed the game and was in no hurry. Sydney’s head bobbed as her neck tired and Akio watched the dildo slide in and heard her gasp before she lifted her head again allowing the metallic cock to move back again. He brought the flail down on her buttocks again and Cathy watched a thin smile appear on his face as Sydney squealed. He moved closer and reached under the girl, Cathy couldn’t make out what he was doing from any camera angle but Sydney seemed to like it. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck.” She moaned. Akio moved away and squatted. He studied Sydney for several minutes as she occasionally gasped having inadvertently or deliberately moved her head forward. Cathy had moved to the couch and was lying back with her legs spread, her hand moved lightly over her body making her tingle. She’d made a phone call and was expecting a delivery. Just then there was a knock on the door. She rose and approached the door. “Who is it?” She asked. “Your food order ma’am.” A small voice replied. Cathy opened the door and allowed the kitchen boy in. It was a young Filipino boy probably about 18 years old. He gawped at the naked woman in front of him who he knew was very important before averting his eyes. “Come in and put the tray on the table.” The boy put the tray down and quickly turned not looking toward Cathy. “Sit down please.” Cathy’s tone of authority ...