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She took a deep breath and made fists, as his cock began a slow withdrawal, then full push. She had not had a man since she was disgraced and dismissed. This was a savored moment as he filled her to her tummy and the girth of his cock stretched her deliciously. She whimpered as he pushed, an extra effort for that extra bit of wet warmth, and again when he stayed and twisted his hips. She whimpered again, for his pleasure and at the thought of his thick cock up her ass before he was through with her.
Fine. Fine with her . . . "just fuck me" Jeanne thought . . . "just . . . Fuck . . .me ". She rode the strokes and felt him spread her labia to reveal her bright pink swollen clit to the others . He made little circles around her clit and twisted his hips and she twisted hers in response and pressed against his thick cock . . . His cock was slick with her warm flow and she rode each thrust, feeling her breasts move and crying out softly when he would thrust and then flick her clamp hard with his finger, sending an electric jolt through her nipple . She was pleased with herself. He continued to fuck her, enjoying her pussy and a little confidence returned to her by pleasing him.
He pushed hard and deep for several strokes and she knew that his cock was wet and slick from fucking her cunt and it was time to open her finally. A slow withdrawl left her with a gaping cunt which was displayed shamefully for all to see, and she blushed a little at seeing some of the others intently watching as he removed the small plug. A moment's pause, and she whimpered loudly for their pleasure as he fingered her ass and sucked her clit. She'd have liked to feel his slippery heavy cock in her hand, but rocked her hips as he ate her and put his fingers deep in her ass.
He smeared her thighs with her cream and she let out her breath as the thick thick head of his cock pushed against her ass. She felt pressure, stinging pain as she was stretched again and made fists as he kept pushing his cock until she felt his sack against her ass. She let out her breath and raised up as much as her restraint would let her and relished the stab of his cock. He pushed, but she could feel him breathing hard and knew that he was aroused to finish her. His strokes were steady and each fully deep and she whimpered again as the sting turned into an ache and the ache built heat through her thighs and tummy. She was a thing for his pleasure and she felt the sweat and the cream from her cunt run between her legs and the crack of her ass. Shorter strokes, fast and deep each time until she was also breathing hard . . .the sudden sudden hard stab . . .the moment's pause then the sudden push, sudden stab and the sudden release of the nipple clamps caused her to twist wildly at the burst of pain and pleasure. One then the other in an icy hot stab into her nipples as the blood rushed back . . .
He stabbed hard . . .paused and pressed until she was pushed up on the table, her restraints slacked and she felt his warm flow, and the second. She let herself sink, and immersed herself in the pool of wet scent and pain , blended the shame and pleasure and cried out softly for the last few strokes.
He came hard and withdrew leaving her legs held back and spread wide. He stepped to her side and turned her head for a quick kiss and then to look at the others who were examining her gaping ass, her swollen cunt and the cum that ran out between her cheeks. She shuddered in shame and whimpered and couldn't take her eyes off of the others looking between her legs . . .
Big Fat Liar. Yeah - So what if I lie. What does it matter to you? What are you thinking, asking me questions that are so personal that I feel compelled to do so? Dude! I don't like people to know me, unless they really know me. I was brought up lying. I mean, I don't lie about everything. I only lie about some things. Yes! I stretch it sometimes. It's fun - I like to see how far it can go - and then I'm like, yeah! I lied. Sorry - but I didn't want you to know and didn't wanna be that rude bitch that says, "None of your business".
... fresh perspectives of a bottling liar - I'm not comfortable with all this truth, but I need to put it down before I forget. You really do forget the truth when you ignore it. Truth is just as easy to tell, but the lie is an easy way of politely telling someone - none of your fucking business. Thanks. If I wanted you to know all this crap you're asking, I would have filled out an application - or sent you a vlog ... some ppl are really so nosey and they wanna interview ya - seriously. On any given date. Limit your fucking crazy ass selves to 6 questions. That sounds right. 6. That is plenty. No one wants to answer QA all night. I mean fuck - did I get the job sir? Serioulsly. Fucking grill me for answers too soon and I will so not wanna fuck you anymore. Good Job Jack-Ass. Why don't you steal all the mystery out of our meeting. Maybe you wanna go tell people the ending of a great movie tonight too ... not cool ... slow ... get to know eachother slowly. We can fuck however you wish, but don't you dare try to rob me of my repeated chic flick. Just think, hmmm - would Elle Woods's husband have said this? There's the ticket - - - You can lie too. I insist. I figure, when guys go to hookers - the hookers are supposed to kind of give them a fantasy. Well, maybe my fantasy is a really awesome, funny, and smart date. Just pretend - lie ... or if you want, we can call it acting. Just act! Rolling !!! lol - sounds like fun already - and people act like lying is so bad. I don't lie to my friends, but people I don't know - absolutely. I also don't lie to get myself out of trouble. I just like to nosey ass people who come at me like a fucking reporter and I'm Tiger Woods. SHIT !!! lol - - - *wink*. It's not a job interview - u don't practice - you just go with the flow. So - ya - too many questions - I'll just lie to stop that shit fast. I'm like, did you really just ask me when the last time I had sex was? or how much money I make or what my favorite position is. I'm like smoothe move, genius. I automatically say top. lol - I don't have a fav. as for money, I'm always honest when I saw - I don't make any. I work in a warehouse and my parents got the rest. :) - - - I feel like at that point - find I'm acting like a girl - a normal fucking girl - and you wanna ask me a bunch of trashy questions, then I think you're acting desperate like you haven't been laid in a while and you just can't fucking get it off your mind long enough to get the pu home and safe to your bedroom.
So Lie ???? Yes! I fucking lie. I lie when I think you might not be what you are. I lie if you do drugs and I can't read your amount of desperation. I will say I live in a trailer if I think you might come steal out of my car every time I leave it unlocked - just due to the fact that my parents are rich and I can just go get another one. If a guy starts making me feel intimidated, which is pretty hard - I will make up a huge lie, so that way I can't hang out with him anymore, for the sake of my rediculous lie coming to light. It is my wall. Let me have it. Fuck it. I don't lie to people who don't push me in corners. I'm not a girl who wears her emotions - so you won't see my battle-cry ... but truth be told ... I know when I've met someone really special when I don't get the urge to lie. I attract to preachers kids and anyone who has been brought up to put on a facade.
It's psychology. Lies and Psychology. You want my voodoo pu - then you get my calculated side too. I'm not like that with everyone - just people that misconstrue my kindness as a weakness. Fuck !!! Weakness my ass! Yeah! More like Impervious to people that play stupid. Being used! lol - Use me. I don't fucking care. You can be another lie that I don't have a problem remembering, not to admit - until your name fades away like a falling star. Boom! What did that girl do to me? She left when things were finally getting good and I thought we liked eachother. No - I don't like manipulative fucking jerks. I can do it too. I don't do it to everyone - but once guys fuck me over - I'm the last girl they do. They always come back - I have more experience and I've heard it all before. I don't know people.
I hate lying, but you see - - - I have to - - - it's the only thing that's saved me from myself. I hate lying. I also hate telling people the real deal. Not like they'd give a fuck anyways. It’s rare that someone finds out something damning and goes out of their way to help you with it. Usually they either talk shit due to loss of respect, or forget about it altogether. That isn’t a lie. That sucks. I'm just another stupid bitch who has put herself into a stupid situation – where certain guys think - this isn't anything new for me ... she's used to it. Use - Insult - Do it. C'mon! I fucking dare you because you know ... you might find out in the end, that you're the one who can't get me off your mind. Yes. Oh What a Pity! Liars Lounge is my House.
I don't want to tell you. I want you to read me. If you have shit in common with me, then you should be able to read me. I can read people I relate to. Lies make dating like mystery theatre - what's so bad about that? sex, and detective games. Not many can read me. I like my lies. Sometimes I'll tell a lie, just to see if it's repeated and bam - I just caught a drama queen - 86. Lying isn't good, but in my case it is healthy. I don't choose to justify my actions - I could - but I do no answer to anyone. I respect privacy - and lies keep mine for a little longer while I'm not sure if you're a psycho, or married .... or whatever. I have to account for everything when too many people know too much. I have to stand in front of a jury of peers when I'm honest - when I lie - it's to prevent being persecuted by prudes who haven't been as much as a bad-ass as me. Why should I have to tell anyone anything? It may be un-moral to lie, but it’s just plain rude to ask someone you’re not that close to a bunch of personal fucking questions. It gives me anxiety. Geez!
The girl was collared and being displayed by her master. Very young and poorly trained, the girl was slow to respond to complex Gorean commands, but was being displayed for her feminine features more than her skills. Full long hair, gravity defying breasts, an angels face and waxed pussy . . .she was on all fours then on her back finally spread where the deep pink center of her was being shown off by her proud owner.
Her master was putting on a show he was unaware of. Dressed like a pimp from the hood, and too much "bling' to be any other style and Gaudy-esq, he was obviously rich but lacked the style that could be gained by simply doing his homework and a little guidance. "Lord Monarch" as he kept telling the others . . . would have been more impressive by simply having her nude on her leash and allowing close personal inspection of her mouth, pussy and ass. A tethered trial perhaps. It would have her well used and properly fucked, and he'd pick up some pointers on how to handle a slave.
Such beauty in a 'piece' and poor response to commands were a reflection of his skills, not hers. Certainly she'd been fucked, but it was doubtful that she was properly used to the limits of her talents. She would leave his service for a more experienced master, whether she knew it or not tonight.
Jeanne herself had outgrown her own master as her sexual pallet developed. It happened that the student surpassed the teacher. But then too, she had been happy and content when she was unexpectedly released and suddenly lost. That happened too, but she didn't think to her.
She remembered back, when she lied about being of age, actually barely 16, and how she sizzled with energy at being displayed only minutes after she offered herself for service. Having the audience's eyes on her, warmed her body as much as any fire, and her pussy as wet as any arousal could. Filling her mouth with cum was sinful and delicious, her ass as sore as her pussy. Then the marking . . .punishment or pleasure? She had become the best of actresses to achieve both.
She watched the girl as she was yet again put on all fours and her cheeks spread, her master unknowing in how to properly expose such ass beautifully . . . Jeanne remembered her own debut . . .a warm reverie filled with images, sounds of approval, and . . .confidence. She stood with her arms folded tightly around her, her drink held near her cheek watching the girl trying to perform. Her own body language indicating she was detached now not focusing. She couldn't bear to watch any longer when her master, again stated 'his' name and then produced a tiny vibrating dildo which quickly disappeared into the girls slick pussy, lost to his grip. The laughter was embarrassing. Nothing demonstrative in watching some rich fool probe this girls pussy for a lost vibrator, which could be heard buzzing in her depths. With the leather pimp suit and over done bling, her master was quickly sized up
She followed several others, equally unimpressed with "Master Monarch's" expertise to watch White Dolly be peeled from her suit. The Dollies needed to be released from their suits and allowed to cool off. The rooms were warm from the occupancy and the spotlights. White Dolly was to be released from her suit, revealed and assigned to a guest whom had arranged privately for her by silent bid, which was to be part of her compensation for the evening of service. She had been placed on her leash, escorted to the spotlight and would be peeled out of her second skin to be revealed to her master for this evening.
White Dolly's suit was slowly peeled away revealing, a short boyish haircut, a stunning face with a few freckles across her nose, no makeup, a lovely mouth and full lips that would certainly be kissed over and over and fed cock. Her breasts were small but rounded and moved just a bit when the suit was pulled down. The slave stopped stripping her at the waist, took her leash and held her head high, turning her to the crowd to show her small pink nipples and so fair skin flushed from the heat and from her revelation.
The slave wasted no further time and stripped her and helped her step out of the suit. Wet hair and her skin glistening from the spotlight and sweat . . .the effect was to give the audience a glimpse of a private moment as if she'd just stepped from the shower. Minus a towel Dolly stood with her feet slightly apart and ran her hand between her legs. Her cunt was tiny and completely closed. Her lips were swollen and defined her slit without opening . She straightened and cupped her breasts and then ran her hand across her flat tummy. Smiling knowingly that she was putting on a show she put her hand between her legs and revealed her pink.
Moments passed as the crowd appreciated her. The slave brought a plain wooden chair into the spotlight and placed it to the side. Dolly then placed one leg on the seat and spread widely, giving a much better view to her pink and opened more to show a tiny swollen clit. Without moving her leg she bent forward a bit and spread her cheeks for the ones behind her that did not get such a revealing look at her . Her master wisely did not make an appearance. Dolly was the appropriate center of attention. The slave again attached the leash and indicated to Dolly that she was to be delivered to her master for the evening shortly. Dolly responded by repeating her display of her pink and her ass and then was led through the crowd and given away.
"So, lass! What do you do for dick?" She smiled to herself and turned to see Daniel looming over her, blotting out the spotlight. He was smiling broadly, with a menancing look on his face.
"Hmmm . . .busted am I?" She smiled and bit the lip of her drink glass and chinked the ice. She returned his leer with 'big eyes' which she fluttered. She sighed and reached out with her other hand and pet his harness.
"I'd like your opinion Missress." He said and offered his arm . . . The other two slaves were being drug by leash in his other hand as he led her to where the Colt was being used.
"Scot huh?" She smiled again as she looked at the Colt and the well fucked look on his face.
"Aye! Only when my ire gets the best of me! Now, Mistress, tell me how to dispose of this . . . Dog! Make it good. Its your boon for pointing out the shame." He gestured to the Colt with the hand he held the leash and jerked the two slaves closer.
"Mark him. Now! Mark him well so he knows you are displeased. Make him believe it. Then demote him to the last on the chain. You're chain is ranked I believe." She said firmly.
"Aye, it is. Mistress" Daniel smiled at her knowing the proper protocol and recognizing him for it as well.
"He'll be tormented and pout because he was demoted. You won't break his pride, but he'll be fearful of being so bold again." She said without taking her eyes off the Colt. She looked up at Daniel again, returning his meanacing look and raised her eyebrow to match his.
"Aye! That's the thing then!" Daniel had the number one slave attend her, not leaving her alone, and the previous number three slave was sent to retrieve the Colt as Daniel took a long broad leather strap from around his waist.
The Colt was fastened wrist and ankle on all fours and was looking well fucked but a bit fearful as well. His face was equally smeared with pussy and cum as he was required to feed on both. His ass had been left spread and his asshole gaped open. He'd lost his hard-on during the ordeal, about the same time two Bears lined up in front and behind him and ravaged the pretty boy.
He was caught unaware of further punishment when unexpectedly Number Three took and bound his wrists then hung them high enough were he was on tip toes. His eyes widened as he turned and saw Daniel bracing himself . . . The first strike was a full swing of full force and there was a sharp crack as it struck his ass. The welt rose just as soon as the leather strap hit it's mark. The Colt cried out and was quickly warned not to make any further noise. Number Three had received such discipline and knew that crying out brought more strikes.
Daniel became aware of the admiring crowd witnessing the punishment, and with his "ire" up he looked at Jeanne and nodded . . . Acknowledging he was in control. Those massive arms were not just for show and he again took two full swings with the broad leather. It was over. Three welts rose immediately and he was left nude without his apron. The Colt wept and silenced his sobs quickly as he was attached to the end of the daisy chain in shame. It was only his boldness and pride that caused his demotion and he knew it was him to blame.
"You're a true one, Mistress. You knew right enough how to handle him." Daniel took her back from Number One and sent him to see to the other two and take them out of the focus of attention for awhile to recover some of their pride.
"Oh, my Lord Leatherman . . . " Jeanne sighed and snuggled in his meaty arm and looked into his eye . . . "No, it takes one to know one is all . . ."
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