“AAAGH! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” the woman responded, encouragingly. “Keep going. Smack my arse!”
CRACK! CRACK!
The guy smacked her cheek again, reddening the glute and making the woman tear-up as her arse cheek ripened. Mel watched as the woman on the bed bit her lip, then nodded back at the guy who took that as a signal as he slapped her backside two more times as he leant forward to really move his cock into her.
“You fucking love this cock, don’t you?!” the guy asked. He seemed to want to completely dominate this woman and she seemed to want this also, to totally surrender control to him.
“Oh yeah, I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!” spat the woman furiously as the guy pounded his hips into hers, his face flush as they both looked at each other furiously as they angry-fucked, his skinny long dick powering in and out of her, their bodies moving in sweaty unison as his member reached deep inside her, before he suddenly stiffened, leant back and sprayed his cum over her hips and arse whilst Mel twirled on her swollen clit as she watched.
“Oh God!” he exclaimed as he led back against the bed. Mel withdrew her hand and watched as the woman’s breath came in short bursts. Mel stared into the room as the guy moved up and off the bed, chuckling, and kissed the woman he’d been vigorously fucking like they were best friends. As he moved his face away from hers she began laughing also. “I’ll see you later, Barb”.
“See you later, Gary,” Barbara replied as Gary headed toward the door. Mel felt mortified that she’d been watching them and headed away, further down the corridor. Behind Mel she heard the door open and close with footfalls heading away from her. She looked back and could see Gary’s naked shape moving away. Phew. She looked in the next door with a window and saw another bed, this time occupied by two women she didn’t recognise. They were on their side, their faces between each other’s legs. Mel took a look up and down the corridor and moved her hand back between her thighs, moving over her stubbled mound and over her button, her other hand moving further down and between her lips.
Mel moved her hands slowly as she watched the two women slurp on the juicy gash between each others legs, occasionally looking up to gasp in pleasure at what the other was doing before moving their face back to the snatch in front of them, their hands grasping and massaging each other’s buttocks as they feasted. There were no words here, only action as the two of them devoured the other’s pussy whilst enjoying their partner’s reciprocating efforts at the same time. Mel moved her finger anti-clockwise over her nub, her other finger moving between her puffy lips as she licked her own, imagining how the two lithe women tasted.
“Quite the thing to see isn’t it?” a male voice came from behind Mel.
“JESUS CHRIST!” Mel exclaimed in shock. She had been so caught up in spying on these two women she’d not heard anyone come up behind her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there,” Mel giggled, removing her hands from her robe and closing the front. She turned to face the voice’s owner and felt even more shocked to see that they were naked.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” the man said, laughing as well. “You must be Melissa Angelo. I’m Doctor Bartholomew. Call me Bart. Everyone does”.
Doctor Bart extended his hand to shake Mel’s and she reciprocated, only to realise in horror that her fingers were covered in her juices. Bart merely looked down at their hands shaking and gave a knowing smile. Mel let her eyes take in the good Doctor. He was broad rather than fat, he had a wide waist just slightly narrower than his shoulders which gave his body a box shape. Her eyes continued down between his legs to his waking friend. The monster wasn’t particularly long but it was thick with a pulsing vein running down the side. Mel licked her lips subconsciously as she gazed upon it.
“Pleasure,” replied Mel, her eyes returning up to meet Doctor Bart’s, but he was now busy looking up and down the hall. “Are you looking for somebody?”
“Oh, I was just hoping to meet someone to have fun in one of the playrooms,” Bart replied in a friendly manner, almost like he was asking someone to go for a coffee.
“I don’t mind taking a look,” Mel replied, curious as to what the playroom was like.
“Oh no. I don’t want to offend the new sergeant. It can get pretty wild in there,” Doctor Bart chuckled. Mel felt her cheeks inflame at that. All of these people thought she wasn’t wild or some fragile flower. Mel shucked her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Doctor Bart’s eyes ran all over Mel’s body as she stood there, legs apart, hands on her hips.
“I’m not some dainty maiden! You’re not going to break me, now lead on!” Mel demanded, her eyes going back down to Bart’s cock which was now in mid-flagpole mode as it raised in front of him whilst Bart’s eyes seemed to metaphorically drool over Mel’s body.
“This way then,” Bart responded, arm outstretched. Mel left her robe on the floor and strode off, keeping an eye on Doctor Bart behind her, as he kept his eyes on her behind, as he planned the next fifteen minutes of salacious activity as they strolled along. “It’s here”.
Mel turned into the room and stopped only after a few steps. The room contained chains hung from walls, a table with a variety of implements, a vibrator, clamps, a butt plug and what looked like some kind of weird table tennis bat. In the middle of the room was a large wooden gurney that looked like medieval exercise equipment with restraints on each end of the wooden struts. Mel felt her stomach tighten but she was determined to put on a brave face.
“Ahem! So what did you have in mind?” Mel probed.
“Look, you don’t have to…” began Bart, before Mel interrupted him.
“I said WHAT did you have in mind?” Mel repeated. Bart looked shiftily around before answering.
“I was looking for someone to spank,” Bart replied, somewhat ruefully.
“What’s the table tennis bat for?” Mel asked, pointing at the table. Bart looked over and tried to hold in a chuckle.
“It’s not…it’s a paddle,” Bart giggled. Mel felt even more outraged now. Everyone seemed to look at her as this naive young girl to be looked after rather than ravaged. Mel walked up to the struts and held her legs apart so the restraints could be fastened to her ankles.
“Fasten me,” Mel instructed, shooting Bart a glancing look. Bart walked over and, with trembling hands, attached the restraints to Mel’s wrists and ankles holding her in place.
“Pancakes,” Bart whispered as he leant close to Mel’s ear.
“What?!l Mel asked, confused.
“It’s the safe-word me and the missus use,” Bart replied.
“Oh. Okay,” Mel replied. Mel waited for a moment for the first slap to come, but it didn’t. She could hear Bart rustling round behind her but no action taking place. Eventually the wide-man moved in front of Mel, his hands behind his back, causing her to feel panic. She was in a position where she’d struggle to get free if things went off the rails. She looked up at Bart who just gently stroked her cheek and looked down at her in the same way as Frank had, and the same way Hugh had. “What are you…what are you doing?”
“Getting you ready,” Doctor Bart replied, before a buzz filled the room, a sound Mel was extremely intimate with. It was a vibrator. Bart showed the tiny device to Mel. It was similar to the bullet one she sometimes used. Mel licked her lips as soon as she saw it. Bart drew the device over her right nipple causing her to gasp as the massager hummed its electronic, single-tone tune around one of Mel’s own dark bullets. The device met Mel’s darker breast flesh and caused Mel’s nipple to stand to attention as her excitement grew. Bart then drew the toy over to the left nipple and performed the same procedure. Mel’s nipples were standing out like tiny bullets on her hugely swollen areolae.
“Hmmmm,” Mel buzzed in response, mirroring the miniature pleasure-provider. Bart then drew the vibrator down her stomach, over her belly-button and towards her pussy that was now exceedingly wet. Bart moved it through her stubble so Mel could feel the tingling sensations in her clit through her skin, almost like a breeze or heaving breathing on her swollen bean. Bart moved it either side of her gash, the sensations swimming up to her nub, but not quite reaching it. Mel was moving her hips slightly trying to get the toy and her clit aligned but Bart carefully kept it out of reach. “Please,” Mel begged. Bart nodded.
“OH! OH-OH!” Mel blurted out as Bart gently pressed the battery-powered object against her, Mel’s eyes going wide in shock as the buzz rippled through her nerve endings. “Oh yeah, oh yeah. This was unexpected,” Mel continued as she squirmed against Bart’s fingers and the source of the excitement. Bart moved ever closer to Mel, their lips almost touching till he removed the device and stepped back.
“Oh, you fucker!” Mel stated as her head rolled back in frustration.
“Not yet. We have other things to do first,” Bart replied as moved behind Mel. Mel wondered what was next when she got the first shock.
WHACK!
A hand on her left buttock. A mild shock but nothing too painful. But with it came something else, a feeling in her entire pelvic region, an unexpected feeling that came with the pain, a feeling of pleasure.
“That’s for getting excited when I put the toy to your nipple,” Bart stated, his words soon followed by another smack.
WHACK!
This one was harder and on the right cheek. Clearly Bart was gonna vary this as he switched. Again more pain came down there with the shock, but as more blood pumped around a delicious sensation throughout her hips followed also. “And that’s for the other nipple,” Bart continued. Mel heard him rummage around behind her until…
WHACK!
That one was not the hand. It was a flat surface. It must have been the paddle. The sensations went through from her arse cheek through her hips and through to her front. The tingles emerging throughout her pelvic region from the impact where delighting Mel’s pleasure sensors.
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