Sitting in our knickers we sweated, it was a hot day, there was no air in this shed and we sweated. He had left us a glass to drink the warm water from. We had a drink each. “There is no point in saving the water, there is plenty and if we have to pee in front of each other it can’t be any worse than what we have done. After a while we had a sandwich each, making it into a picnic.
I fell asleep as much from boredom as the heat, we chatted and knew much more about each other. I awoke sometime later, hot, sweaty and thirsty; Anita was still asleep. I helped myself to a drink of lukewarm water and waited. Sometime later the door opened, it was beginning to get dark outside. Sir stood there, dressed in black with a wicked smile on his face.
Master
“So you don’t like the tee shirts I have given you?” I asked rhetorically. “Spread the blankets on the floor and lay on them on your backs. Arms by your side. I’ll leave the door open. It stinks in here.” I picked up a candle and poured wax over both of them. They both let out a yell.
“I would be quiet if I were you as you will be outside soon and you would not want the neighbours watching, or perhaps you would,” I laughed, picking up another candle and aiming at their tits splashing a lot of wax on them. They grunted and stayed quite quiet. If you weren’t such trollops you’d have kept you tops on, but no, you had to flaunt your tits. I sent another lot of wax over their stomachs.
The candles were mainly in glasses so they held a lot of wax, being kind I dropped it from a great height allowing it to cool somewhat. “I bet you are glad you kept your knickers on for once,” I said as I spilt wax over their pussies. From their reaction I think the knickers helped. “Turn over.” I started at their shoulders and worked down their backs. By the time I reached their arses which were hardly protected by their knickers I had used six candles. I picked two candles up and starting a little lower poured wax all over their arse cheeks.
“You may use the bucket if you want. It will be your last chance before morning.” I offered. I leaned against the door jamb, having picked up my large glass of whisky from the shelf. They looked uncertain until Slag squatted over the bucket and peed. Slut followed suit.
“Put your tee shirts on, Slut come with me.” There are several large trees in the garden which is almost an acre and not overlooked, they do not know this. I took slut to a mature copper beech. It was quite dark but the full moon made it easier to clip her cuffs to the hooks placed for that very purpose. Her arms stretched up and wide and her legs spread. I kissed her, tasting piss amongst other things.
I went for Slag and led her to an oak tree, big, old and gnarled. I fastened her in a similar fashion. I kissed her before grasping the crotch of her knickers, bunching it and lifting so it bisected her pussy. Using the waistband of her knickers I lifted them so that Slag was trying to raised herself to relieve the pressure. I let go and spread the crotch out as it should be and rubbed her pussy through it, I could feel some moistness.
Slut was waiting patiently, as if she had a choice, for me to pay attention to her. I ran my finger up and down her knickers’ crotch, easing it into her moist orifice, she was smiling. I took a pair of scissors out of my pocket, pulled her tee shirt out just above her nipple. I cut a piece out and when I let it go back I manipulated her tit through the hole. I repeated the process on her other tit. I evened them up and I must admit they looked spectacular trying to force their escape. I was tempted to suck her nipples but the thought of the piss coating put me off, instead I just squeezed them.
“Good girl,” I walked to Slag. I cut her tee shirt exposing her tits, poking through her tee shirt. I twisted her nipples, walked to the shed where I had left a flogger and my Scotch. With my whisky in my left hand and my favourite homemade flogger in the other. I hit Slag’s exposed tits, they looked so good in the moonlight. She let out quiet little squeaks with each hit. I moved to her thighs left then right before aligning with her pussy and striking it rapidly.
“Thank you sir,” she said when I stopped, I took a sip of my whisky and kissed her long and hard. I took my scissors out of my pocket and cut her knickers at the crotch. I left her to attend to Slut who was smiling. She pushed her tits out but before I hit them I cut her knickers at the crotch, leaving the waistband for use later.
I hit her tits, she may be a bit overweight but the way her tits wobbled as I hit them was charming. Even though I am not a tit man I am going to enjoy these over the next few days. I carried on striking them, occasionally sipping my whisky as I went. I moved down to her thighs, which also gave a wobble. She let out a louder squeak as I hit her pussy the first time and became higher pitched with each stroke.
Returning to my little stash by the shed I put my whisky and flogger down and stripped off. I picked up a vibrator and went back to Slut. I pulled her to me by the waistband of her knickers so her pussy was pushed out. I fucked her, she was pushing herself forward as far as she could. My balls were hitting her, I was near to coming when she screamed. I pulled out, turned the vibrator on full and shoved it right into her. Kissed her and headed for Slag.
“Thank you Sir,” she gasped as I left.
I pulled Slag to me using her knickers waistband and went right into her warm wet pussy. I held my cock as far in as it would go, almost lifting her. While grabbing both her tits I pulled my cock out and rammed it back again and again. I didn’t give a toss about her. I kept banging in and out and hurting her tits. I came into her again, almost lifting her.
“Oh thank you Sir, thank you, that was fantastic, I’m fucked,” she gasped.
Same for me I thought as I went to Slut and removed the vibrator. I used her mouth to clean it, went to the shed picked up a chair from the side and my whisky put the chair where I could see them both, sat down and just looked from one to the other while I drank my Scotch, completely fucked.
Slut
Sir came into the shed, it was going dark outside. He was angry that we had taken the tee shirts off so made us lie on the floor. The candles were for more than light, he dropped hot wax on us. It burns particularly on my boobs, I’m glad I kept my knickers on as the wax would have hit my pussy without them. The ones he dripped on my bum were the worst.
We were made to put the smelly, stiff but at least dry tee shirts on. He took me outside, it was quite warm for the time of night and fastened me to a tree. My arms and legs were spread, he played with my pussy and he left me for Slag. On his return he cut holes in my tee shirt so my boobs poked out, they looked different like this, I like them like this. He twisted my nipples.
He disappeared again and I heard sounds of a whip and quiet screams from Slag. Come on it’s my turn, beat me fine, but please fuck me. Please, please. He soon granted my first wish, after cutting my knickers to expose my pussy he hit my boobs with a flogger, then my thighs before hitting my pussy. He was nonchalantly sipping whisky while he hit me, almost as if I didn’t matter. He walked off. Returned without the whisky, flogger and clothes, grabbed the waistband of the remains of my knickers, pulled me forward and fucked me. Oh how he fucked me, I was screaming inside until I climaxed and released the scream, Before he left me, a quivering wreck he pushed a vibrating vibrator into my pussy!
Slag
I heard Slut being hit and fucked, and wanted it to be me, please Sir, me. He came to me and seemed quite worked up. He grabbed my waistband, yanked me forward and his cock was in me before I knew what was happening. He held my tits painfully and pushed his cock so far in almost lifting me. Next second his cock was completely out then he rammed it in again. He seemed out of control, I would have liked to hold him to hold on for the ride, instead of being fixed to the knobbly tree which was hurting my back.
I was in agony, back, tits, arse and pussy, I was in ecstasy centred around my pussy. He rammed in again and again, I came in an extremely wet way. He shot a large load into me, pulled out and moved away. I kept saying thank you. I tried to hold his spunk in, I wanted to keep it. He sat drinking his whisky, watching us.
Master
I enjoyed sitting in the semi darkness looking at two well fucked girls with a very good Scotch in my hand. Ah well, I can’t sit here all night. I went and got the hosepipe, the water it squirted was not cold, there was some hot in it to make it bearable. It was, however, high pressure.
“You both stink, I am not letting you in the house in that state.” I turned the hose on Slag, starting at her tits and working all the way down and up again. I paid particular attention to her spread pussy. Moving back to lessen the pressure I did her face and head.
Turning the hose off I unfastened her right wrist. “Undo the others and stand by the shed.” I went to Slut and sprayed her, she pushed her tits out as soon as I started and her pussy when I reached that area, she was enjoying this and I loved the way her tits were indented when the spray hit them. When she was reasonably clean, her tee shirt stuck to her. I helped her free herself and stood her together with Slag.
“Face the shed with your hands high against it, even in this light their arses looked beautiful where they showed under the tee shirts. I turned the water on and sprayed both of them, head to toe. “Right girls in the house, take the tee shirts and knickers off and put them over there.” We went into the house.
The girls were standing in the lounge looking dishevelled, wet and well fucked wearing red shoes, suspender belt and the ravaged nylon stockings. They looked ridiculous. I walked around Slut, as well as her clothing, her arse, tits and thighs were red. Her hair hung down, dripping wet. Water was dripping off her nipples, I licked it off.
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