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Sunday, December 12, 2010


A Web of Deception (Part Three)

Don Abdul ©2010

Oblivious to the rebellion welling up in my inner mind, she lowered her head intent on feasting upon my throbbing manhood, and that was when I made my move. I intercepted her opening mouth with my right hand, promptly clamping it over her mouth. My cock throbbed angrily in open betrayal of my decision to impede her intended oral ministration.

She looked up suddenly with a mix of shock, and pain in her eyes. I could tell that Anne was a woman accustomed to getting her way; apparently she wasn’t used to men denying her desire. Our eyes stayed locked, only this time there was a visual bearing of fangs for a short moment, and then she nodded once and her eyes softened. Not a single word was said between us, yet it was understood that as far as I was concerned, she had to ask if she expected to receive.

For my part I understood abundantly that she would not be dominated by me, but the door seemed wide open for a mutually engaging pursuit of our lusty desires and use of each others bodies in ways that were beyond the mundane and yet on terms that were more or less equal in pre-eminence.

I removed my hand from her mouth and in one fell swoop she lowered the wet heat of her mouth over my cock and let off muffled moans.  The vibrations of her pleasure cries sent ripples of pleasure right through my entire body.

Anne sucked me and cupped my balls, gently stroking them. “Aghhh!” I gasped from the awesome oral pleasure which she so expertly unleashed on my throbbing member. I could tell right away that loving girls and licking their vaginas doesn’t in any way diminish her appetite for the male flesh, as she lowered her head even further and took my knob deeper, past her tonsils and into her throat.

I thought I was hearing moans and love cries in the background, but I couldn’t be sure. The pleasure of Anne’s mouth on my dick was so mind blowing it was fast becoming hard to differentiate between illusion and reality. The moans from deep in her throat, muffled though they were came out audibly enough that mixed with my own groans I was no longer sure if the moans I heard were ours or from some place in the distance.
I could already feel myself approaching my tolerance threshold for blow jobs and if she didn’t back off soon, she would have a gusher on her hands. ‘I should get her to stop or I’d cum for sure,’ I thought albeit without the desire or enough will power at that point to stop her.

Uncanny as it might sound, she once again read my thoughts perfectly and pulled her mouth away from my cock. Breathing quite hard and rubbing her aching jaw, she breathlessly whispered that it was time to turn on the heat even higher. She rose to her feet and gestured for me to rise as well. My steely erection pointed proudly in front like a pathfinder, and she grabbed it in her hand and led the way towards the bedroom.

As Anne led me by the cock towards the bedroom, the moaning sounds became even more audible and more intense. Whatever she had done to Cindy before coming out to rejoin me in the living room was still making my assistant moan out in pleasure, and it was also making me quite curious too.

I didn’t have long to wait, as we stepped into the bedroom I had to stifle a “Wow!” it was a spacious room dominated by a big four poster bed and a wardrobe that took up an entire wall. Thankfully the room was well lit in soft white fluorescent light. My eyes went straight to the nude figure of Cindy as she laid spread eagled on the bed with her limbs tied to the four posts of the bed.

Her half open eyes were glassy with pleasure as she shuddered and strained against her bonds. She was moaning and her face was mask of undiluted and on going pleasure, which left me wondering what could be the source of her pleasure. The answer came almost immediately. My eyes travelled from her heaving breasts down her flat tummy to her crotch. Lodged in her pussy was a 7 inch vibrator with a couple sprouts two-thirds of the way down the sides. The 7 inch dildo fitted in the pink depth of her pussy while each of the hands fitted in her anus, and at her clit respectively.

Judging by the low whirring sounds and slight movement of the vibrator, I could conclude that after tying up Cindy, Anne had masturbated her with the toy and then left it lodged in her body setting it on low speed for continued pleasure.

My brows knitted into a semi frown as it does when I’m trying to figure out a puzzle, and once again, Anne read my mind perfectly. She let go of my cock and handed me a riding crop and suddenly I could see it all in my minds naughty eye.

“Mmmmm! Not bad,” I whispered as our eyes once again kissed. Anne walked right in front of me and then began to unbutton her blouse. Barely three buttons down she stopped and looked straight into my eyes as though inviting me to do the honors. ‘How could I refuse such a mouth watering offer,’ I thought. I dropped the riding crop she had handed me earlier on the nearby dresser and moved closer to lend her a hand.

I began to undress her, starting with the remaining buttons on her blouse, undoing them one by one until I was able to remove it completely. The evidently pricey designer top fell on the floor, next was her bra, which quickly joined the discarded blouse in a piling heap of garments.

I took a step back to admire her very invitingly gorgeous pair of breasts, then stepping forward  and reaching up with my hands I cupped one of her breast, and then the other, my mouth quickly found a nipple which I sucked on rather hungrily. I flicked my tongue across it, and then nibbled on it, driving her wild with body shaking sensations. 

Meanwhile Cindy’s moans and love cries were reaching a crescendo, somewhere in the distant corners of my sexually overloaded mind I imagined that she was close to a climax, but I had more immediate preoccupation at that very moment to dwell on what might be happening with her.

My hands travelled down Anne’s body seeking the zipper at the back of her skirt. I deftly unzipped it and it quickly slipped down her thighs, it ended up at her ankles and she deftly stepped out of it. Next I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my thong, and pulled it down. Just as the waist band was half way down her gorgeous ass, I sensed some reluctance, and then she tried to stop me by pushing my hands away and saying, “Not just yet.”

I wasn’t in the mood for being teased or toyed with, so I gave her a stern look and said in a breathless yet firm tone, “Quit playing games or you’re going to be punished for being a naughty girl.” She gave me a mock glare, and I could tell by the excited spark in her eyes that the prospect somehow strangely appealed to her. She held on to my hand for a moment longer and then slowly she eased her hold on my hand.

I removed her thong and then picked up the riding crop, I turned back to face her and the sight of her standing fully naked before me simply took my breath away. My cock nodded its approval repeatedly and dribbled pre-cum generously too.

She must be feeling completely exposed, especially since I was still fully clothed. Her eyes gave my dressed body the once over in a silent request for me to disrobe. It was the perfect opportunity to establish who was in charge. I went around her and then laid a hand on her shoulder. I gently eased her towards the dresser, and once there I reached around her and took her hands and placed them both on the dresser top. Grasping her waist I pulled her back towards my erect penis which poked hard at her ass.

“Oh yeahhhh! I love that hard thing….” She moaned and pressed her soft full ass right back at my swollen crotch.I placed my right foot in between her legs and kicked them gently apart until her thighs were wider apart and the crack of her ass revealed her delicate pucker. The naughty girl inside of her seemed to have read my mind yet again as she arched her back such that she was semi bent over the dresser with her tits pointed at the wall and her ass was sticking right out at me. I could clearly see her soaking wet pussy mound, and her slick puffy pink lips peeking out.

With the riding crop in my right hand, I raised it above my head and then brought it down on her fleshy buttocks. Her ass shook as the light whacking sound of the crop finding its mark rent the air. “That’s for all the slutty teasing games you’ve been playing with me; I did warn you there’ll be consequences didn’t I?” I said my rising desire weighing heavily on my voice.

“Answer me, or I’ll double you punishment!” I barked at her, flogging her again, and again for emphasis.
“Yes Sir, you did,” she answered taking me by surprise. I hadn’t thought it would have been that easy to get her to play submissive in light of her earlier reluctance.

“I’m going to give you eight strokes of this riding crop, and you’re going to count every one of them loud and clear, and then ask me for the next one. If you lose count or swallow your words, I’ll start over, is that clear?”
“Oh yes daddy, it is clear sir…” she answered as she struggled overcome the temptation to reach for her butt and sooth away the stinging pain.

One more thing, I said after a brief pause. If you don’t mess up the count, and you sound grateful enough right through to the end, you shall be rewarded. Is that understood?” 
“Yes sir, it is understood Sir...”

Her rosy cheeked ass still pointed at me in the perfect position for me to carry on her punishment. That was hardly a position from which to negotiate any concessions, and she clearly didn’t seem keen to do so anyway. My earlier flagellation of her buttocks seemed to have steered her into the perfect frame of mind to accept my control, at least temporarily. At the moment though, I could almost smell her desire to be taken in hand and punished; I knew for sure that between my hand and my cock I would deliver the satisfaction she craved.
I flogged her with the riding crop even harder with each successive stroke, while she struggled to count along and ask for more.

“Thwaaaack”. Her head jerked up as the swat of my well aimed crop landed square on her warmed up rosy pink butt cheek. 
“Aaaaahh!” Anne cried and caught her breath, and then said, “One… thank you, sir.” Gasping she asked for more; “Please… may I…. have another?” from the strain in her voice and the bead of sweat on her brow, I could tell she was barely managing to keep the count...
“You may”, he chuckled. “Since you asked me so nicely.” 

I swatted her other ass cheek, spreading the heat, and then tapped several times, building the suspense before bringing it cracking down to give her an identical stripe on the other butt cheek. “Aghhh…Four… Thank you daddy,” she winced, groaned and struggled to keep the count.  

Putting more energy behind the last stroke, I swatted the lower curve of her ass, and she shrieked “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” This time she took much longer to catch her breath between sobs, the tears already running freely down her cheeks. Her booty felt like it had been set on fire. She wiggled her big white ass in a desperate attempt to soothe each buttock where I had whipped her as it stung, and released the moisture hoarded in the confines of her pussy.

Anne’s ass had gone a raw shade of red, I bet as my riding crop peppered her backside, she was wondering, probably even fantasizing about what the promised reward would.
I reached out and cupped her curvaceous buttock and soothed her ass, and favoring her with a word of praise. “Well, well you took that like a good girl and earned yourself some reward.” I figured, since I’d already exposed the gorgeous white slut’s subconscious arousal to pain and submission thus far, it was time to reward her with a really special treat. I resolved to finally unleash the surging energy in my big black cock on her dripping wet cunt and bring her relief through an earth moving orgasm. 

‘That should fit perfectly into my plans for the naughty, conniving slut called Cindy, who lured me into this exciting web of deception in the first place.’ I thought as I remembered my true hidden agenda as it pertains Monique and Cindy. Of course neither Monique, my married boss, nor the flirtatious Cindy knew anything of my sinister lustful plans, and using Anne for my pleasure tonight was an unexpected bonus which I was determined to exploit to the fullest.

To be continued….

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