She looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised by her reflection. The minimal clothing combined with the smoky eyes and shiny red lipstick she had applied, she barely recognized herself. She felt sexy and naughty. She knew what was in store for her for the remainder of the day. Both Calvin and Jack had reminded her repeatedly that Jack was going to fuck her virgin ass. Again a shiver ran down her spine as she thought of it. With a smile she turned and went down the stairs.
Jack sat on the couch in the living room, having shed his socks and shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. His pants were open and he was gently stroking his semi hard cock. He sat facing the doorway, waiting for the sound of Steffie coming down the stairs.
Calvin entered the room and looked at his friend, an amused expression on his face. “She still getting ready?” he asked.
Jack only nodded in response, his face showing that she was indeed taking a long time.
“Do you mind if I watch?” Calvin asked, indicating a chair in the corner.
“No, go right ahead,” Jack replied. “I told her she had to shave her pussy which is probably why she’s taking so long,” he continued.
“Oh man, it looks so hot when chicks do that,” Calvin groaned, his own cock twitching at the thought of Steffie’s pretty pussy soft and smooth.
Jack sat up at the first sound of Seffie’s heels on the stairs. She appeared in the doorway and he just about shot his load on the spot. He had never seen a woman looking sexier than she did. The tiny thong did nothing to hide the fact that she was hairless, the strappy shoes, and bare breasts with her hair loose made his semi hard cock, rock hard. His breath burst through his lips in short gasps as her eyes smoldered into his.
He had formulated a plan about what he would have her do when she appeared but it vanished from his mind as he stared at her. As if she already knew what it was she dropped to her hands and knees, picking up the handle of leash and carrying it in her mouth, her crimson lips gently holding the soft piece of leather. She slowly crawled towards him, her body undulating as she moved across the floor, her eyes never leaving his.
She reached his feet and sat back on her heels, spreading her legs wide, her wrists on her thighs, her hands palm up. Only then did she drop her eyes.
Once she broke eye contact, Jack snapped out of his trance. He held out his hand under her chin and she obediently dropped the leash handle into it. Gripping it tightly he pulled her up to her knees. He had a bag beside him and reaching into it he pulled out two small objects with fine chains attached.
He gripped one of her nipples between his fingers and pulled, stretching her breast, pinching the nipple hard. Her breath became shallow and uneven, indicating that his treatment was painful. The small items in his hands turned out to be nipple clamps and he attached one to the nipple he was holding. He did the same to the other nipple and tightened the chain between them until it was pulling. There was also a chain extending from each of the clamps and those he attached to her collar, pulling them tight. She gasped as he did this, knowing the pain excited her. He stroked her barely covered pussy and could feel her wetness.
Doing up his pants, he took two more items from the bag as he rose and walked behind her. He roughly gripped her wrists and pulled them behind her back. He wrapped a leather cuff around each wrist and then fastened them together.
Using the leash he pulled her to her feet and dragged her around to the back of the couch, bending her over the low back, so that her ass was high in the air. Her breasts, still painfully clipped, hung in front of her, the nipples pulled tight.
Using his knee, Jack spread her legs wide, pulling another item from the bag. He waited, drawing the moment out, heightening her anxiety.
Steffie had never felt so scared and so turned on at the same time before in her life. Not even last night when Jack had first tied her up. Her nipples were in exquisite pain and it was causing her pussy to gush. She knew her juices were running down her thigh and with her legs spread so wide, Jack was sure to see it. What was he doing back there, she wondered. The silence was driving her crazy. It was taking all of her self control to stay still and wait for whatever it was he had in store for her.
She didn’t have to wait long as she heard something whistle through the air just before pain exploded across her backside. She cried out loudly as he hit her again. She felt a smooth strap slowly sliding across the burning surface of her ass, answering her unspoken question of what was he whipping her with.
Jack raised the leather strap and brought it down again on Steffie’s ass. The bright red slash marks it left behind covered her ass quickly, but from the juices running down her thigh, she was loving it. She cried out and squirmed each time he struck her, turning him on as well. His cock was painfully trapped in his jeans, and when he could take it no more, he showed mercy on her ass and walked around to the front of the couch.
He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face, gazing at the tears glistening on her cheeks. He only smiled at her before releasing her. He stood on the seat of the couch and unzipped his pants, pulling out his rock hard cock.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, he again lifted her head and pushed his cock at her lips. “Suck, bitchslut,” he growled at her, as she opened her mouth to him. He held her head in place as he slid his cock deeply into her mouth and down her throat, until her nose was pressed against his stomach. He slowly pulled out and then pushed back in again, deeply fucking her mouth. He pulled out and gently slapped her face a couple of times before sliding back into the warm confines of her mouth.
He reached down and roughly squeezed her breasts, causing a cry to emanate from deep in her throat. He only chuckled and squeezed them again.
Eventually, her cock sucking brought him to the edge and he had to pull out. He stepped off the couch and stood contemplating her for a moment. He looked over at Calvin, who was still sitting in his chair, stroking his own erection. “What do you think Cal? Has the moment come? The moment to pop her cherry ass?” he asked his friend with a laugh.
Laughing himself, Cal replied, “Yeah, I think so.”
Grabbing his bag with one hand, and reaching for the leash with the other, he pulled her away from the couch and up the stairs to his bedroom.
…to be continued…
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