1. Lipstick


    Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BradLee, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    tugged at my erect nipples until I was moaning and pleading with her to use me. She tugged down my jodhpurs to my knees and grinned when she saw I wore no underwear. My thighs were glistening, shining in the sunlight flooding in to the hay loft. She teased me, rubbing herself against my nakedness. She felt good, her curves evident in her own tight jodhpurs and crisp white blouse. She moved behind me and pressed her hips to my exposed arse until shivers of pleasure ran through my body, and I sighed. The kiss of Kate’s riding crop against my round butt hurt more than I could have imagined, and I hung in my bonds until the initial pain passed. I shuddered and gasped. I had imagined Kate would go a little easy on me but how wrong I was, and now I was scared and excited, so heavily aroused by my situation and helplessness that my throat was dry and my belly full of tiny fluttering butterflies. If Kate were to slip her fingers through the folds of my smooth cunt she would find me dripping with arousal right then and there. I don’t know how long she cropped me for. It seemed to go on forever. I closed my eyes and ...
    focused on the slow rhythm of pain through my body. I grunted each time the crop hissed through the air and my body tightened until I was hanging in the air by my wrists, writhing with each ecstatic blow and screaming out. Kate laughed sadistically, and I was thrilled to please her. Once I was crying, and felt I could take no more, I felt Kate’s mouth on the burning flesh of my punished arse. Her fingers caressed my flesh and traced the welts and the heat radiating from them; the wetness of her tongue followed her fingertips. After giving me such a royal beating, Kate gave me equal pleasure with wet, open mouthed kisses that were balm on my burning skin, and made me wet with desire. The she spread my arse cheeks wide with her fingernails, and her final kiss made me cum. Her tongue was deep in the tight rosebud of my anus. xxx A month later Kate left for Paris, and I cried as I kissed her at the airport. But she writes to me; and each night I lie in my bed dreaming of her, clutching her letters to my lips and breathing in her scent as my fingers delve into the wet petals of my pussy, and I whisper her name as I cum.
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