I was wondering what he would do to me first. He was still holding the dildo in my arse so
I couldn’t really move an inch. He
looked into my frightened eyes and smiled.
‘Get another dildo’ he told Miss Dawson, then changed his mind.
‘No, on second thoughts, I’ll let her squirm a bit so I can see what this hose
is like.’
Moving behind me slightly, he eased the dildo from my
bottom. I wriggled as the rubber device
came free and he gave me a slap on the bottom.
‘You’ll wriggle more than that in a minute,’ he said.
Miss Dawson gave him the hose and he doubled the ends
together. It was about three feet long,
so doubled meant it measured a foot and a half.
He tapped it against his hand a couple of times and smiled.
‘I think one of us is going to enjoy this,’ he said.
He paused for a minute, looking at me up and down and then
dipped a finger in my cunt, where I was wet as usual.
‘She has a lovely wet cunt,’ he told Miss Dawson, ‘why don’t
you get your tongue in there and see what it’s like when I whack her arse. It should be an interesting sensation.’
Miss Dawson looked doubtful.
‘I like to lick a girl out, but I’m just a bit worried it
might feel weird going on my knees to her.
Kind of subservient.’
Mr Williams mused for a moment.
‘I know what you mean.
Tell you what, you sit on a chair and she can stand with her feet either
side of you. You’ll be able to get your
tongue well in her lovely cunt and she’ll be a good height for me to whip her
arse.’
‘Excellent idea. I
don’t think I’ve ever sucked a girl out while she was being whipped. I don’t know why I never thought of it.’
She brought a chair over to where I was fastened to the
ceiling and sat down, making me climb up so my feet were next to her
thighs. With my legs spread, my cunt was
at the ideal position for her to slip her tongue in.
‘Just right,’ she told Mr Williams, ‘pull her up tight
again.’
Mr Williams pulled the rope until I was held firm to the
ceiling.
‘I’ll just check if she’s been licked out by a girl before,’
he said as he pulled the knickers out of my mouth.
‘Well, have you had the pleasure of another girl tonguing
you?’
I shook my head.
‘You can speak,’ he said, but my mouth was so dry from
holding my panties in there and from the fear of the rubber hose that I couldn’t
say a word.
‘Well, you might find the whipping a little painful but at
least you’ll have the pleasure of a good tongue-fuck. It is very good of us to do this for you and
I shall want you to thank Miss Dawson nicely after she has finished with you. She may require you to do the same with her,
although in that case it will be you who is whipped again as you tongue her
out.’
He pushed the knickers back in my mouth and Miss Dawson
pushed her tongue a little further into my pussy. Then he moved to my side and swished the
folded rubber hose a few times through the air.
Then he began whipping me on my bottom. I was surprised that he started quite gently,
but I realised that he was being careful to see how it affected Miss Dawson, as
her face was so close to the target area.
It was actually quite pleasant and Miss Dawson’s tongue in
my cunt was sublime. I felt myself on
the edge of a huge orgasm. Then Mr
Williams started smacking harder and each lash pushed my cunt into Miss
Dawson’s face where it felt like every time her tongue entered a little
further.
At last I couldn’t hold it and shook uncontrollably with a
massive orgasm and moaned through my underwear gag as it pulsated from my cunt
through my whole body.
Miss Dawson held up a hand to stop Mr Williams and without
moving her face from my cunt took hold of my buttocks. She squeezed and lifted me so her tongue
pushed even further up my cunt and now she started to moan as well. I was still shuddering from repeated orgasms
as she squealed and let go of my bottom with one hard smack.
‘Get her down now,’ she ordered Mr Williams, ‘I want her
tongue in me right now.’
He moved like lightning to undo the ropes, pull the knickers
out of my mouth and lift me down from the chair. Miss Dawson had pulled her own knickers off
and threw them across the room. She lay
down on the floor, still fully dressed except her knickers, but with her skirt
pulled right up to expose her shaven cunt.
‘Get over me,’ she ordered, ‘and get your tongue in my
cunt.’
I had never touched another person’s cunt before, let alone
licked one out, but I had plenty of experience about what happened if I
disobeyed, so I got over her in the 69 position, with my head poised to start
tonguing her.
‘Don’t whip her yet,’ Miss Dawson said as she took hold of
my bottom and pulled me down so she could get her own tongue back in my cunt.
I gave a tentative lick to her cunt, which was juicy and
tasted a bit sweet.
‘Do it properly,’ she ordered me and I pushed my tongue
further in.
‘Take hold of her head and push her into me,’ she demanded
from Mr Williams.
I saw him smile as he obeyed her, holding my head between
his large hands and forcing me against Miss Dawson’s cunt.
‘Stick your tongue out and lick,’ he instructed me.
I did as he told me and felt Miss Dawson’s rich wetness
coating my tongue and easing over my mouth and face. Miss Dawson was sucking me as well and I
arched myself trying to push my cunt down harder onto her active tongue.
Then Mr Williams let go of my head and instead took hold of
my hair with his left hand, squeezing and pushing me into Miss Dawson’s
vagina. With his right hand he picked up
the rubber hose again and started smacking my bottom with it. I wasn’t sure if he couldn’t swing hard
because of the position he was in or if he was deliberately refraining from
beating me hard, but the whip strokes were more erotic than painful.
After only a few minutes of my licking, sucking and nibbling
at Miss Dawson’s cunt she gave a great shudder and moaned deeply while still
having her face buried in my own cunt.
At almost the same moment I also came to climax and flopped onto Miss
Dawson’s body groaning with pleasure as Mr Williams gave me one or two more
whacks with the hose.
I lay there sated and exhausted for a moment, then Miss Dawson
ordered me to get up. I did so and she
got up too, smoothing her skirt down.
Then she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into her arms and kissed me
long and deep on the mouth, slipping her tongue still wet with my juices deep
into my throat.
Then, as if embarrassed by her weakness, she slapped my face
with her right hand then her left. Tears
sprang to my eyes.
‘Alright, don’t cry,’ she said, ‘for a first go at
cunnilingus you did alright. I’ll
certainly have you again.’
Mr Williams had watched Miss Dawson kissing me and I had
seen him take his cock out, which was already quite hard.
‘Now you’ve got her mouth all slippery and wet, time for me
to have a go,’ he said. He looked at me.
‘Get on your knees and let’s see if you can do as good a job on my prick
and you did on Miss Dawson’s pussy.’
It was going to be a long afternoon.
