My First Meeting With Denise - Sex Stories

My First Meeting With Denise

... to the guy. It was just Denise and I. When her cries started coming faster, I decided to give Denise a rest. I put the flogger over my shoulder, went around to her front and started mauling her breasts again. I squeezed and twisted her fine breasts. Then I concentrated on her nipples. I pinched them in my fingers and dug my nails into her sensitive flesh. I pinched and twisted as hard as I could. “Please,” Denise said. “Please.” “Please what?” I said. “I’m not going to stop.” But I did. I had another surprise in store for Denise. I took the whip off my shoulders and stood facing her. Now I began whipping her tits. Softly at first, just to get my aim. Each time the leather tails hit her breasts, they shook delightfully. First I hit the outside of her left breast and it bounced. Then I hit the outside of her right breast and it bounced. Denise moaned and cried with each stroke. I concentrated on hitting the outside of each breast. Sometimes I used the full f***e of the leather with a lot of thud. And Denise’s tits would bounce with the impact of the flogger. And sometimes I hit her with just the tips of the leather tails, which can be more painful. “Oh, God,” Denise cried, writhing helplessly with her hands bound above her head. “Please. Please.” By concentrating on hitting Denise’s tits with just the tips of the leather tails, I began to see faint red lines marking the outside of each breast. Three or four delightful red welts on her left breast. Four or five crimson welts ...

... on her right breast. I had left my mark on the beautiful woman’s breasts. The camera was clicking away. I decided to move on. So, I put the flogger around my shoulders and found two more stakes. I hammered them into the ground about three feet apart. Then I used another length of rope to fasten Denise’s ankle cuffs to the stakes. Her finely shaped legs were spread open for me and for my whip. I stood back and looked at Denise. It was the classic Eiffel Tower position. Her hands hoisted high and straight over her head and her legs spread open like the base of the Paris tower. She was a beautiful and very vulnerable target. At fist, I used the whip on thighs, slapping the inside of each thigh until they were quite pink. Denise squirmed and cried but she was helpless. When I got tired of flogging her thighs, I started aiming the whip right between her lets. Softly, at first, and using an underhand motion, I swung the whip so the tips of the tails hit the back of her ass, and the middle of the tails thudded against her pussy. At first, it would feel like a leather pussy massage. I was in no rush. If I was patient, I knew what was going to happen. I kept on whipping her pussy like that. Hitting her clit and labia with the thick portion of the tails, and letting the leather tips sting her ass cheeks. Denise struggled and pulled against the cuffs holding her arms over her head. And she twisted against the ropes securing her legs to those stakes I’d driven into the ground. It was a ...