“Good girl. This time, I want you to put your hands on the back of the couch, bend over, back up and spread your legs. That’s right. You know how to do it. Who knows, you may earn a whole new merit badge for this.
Once she was in position, I hung the weights on the chain between her legs, pulling her lips down and tightening the clamps even more. I pushed a finger in her slit to gage her wetness and was rewarded with a veritable flood flowing into my hand. “What a nasty little slut you are,” I said, as I twisted the plug in her ass and gently pulled on it. “All this debasement and you’re just ready to come, aren’t you? Just shake your head, yes or no.” She groaned and nodded. “Yes, just as I thought. Lift your head up, there’s a good girl.” I watched as she pulled her nipples up higher. Then I pulled the plug from her ass and she whimpered. “Don’t worry, girlie, we’ll find something to put up there. Just be patient.”
She danced from one foot to the other and up on her toes while I retrieved the bottle of lube. I relubed her ass and both dongs. I didn’t bother lubing her cunt as it was already wetter than I could have ever hoped to make it. Slowly I lined the dongs up, making contact with her cunt first, as that was the longer and thicker cock. I teased her cunt open and very slowly slipped the tip inside her. As I eased it in, the other tip met her skin. Her anus was still gaping slightly from wearing the plug and it was easy to insert the tip of the second cock into her ass. I pushed forward and up slowly, keeping one hand on her hip and adding more lube to her ass, until the second cock broke through her sphincter and both cocks were fully imbedded in her. She arched her back and pushed against me.
“You filthy, filthy little girl,” I chided, as I reached around with a lube-coated finger to stroke the side of her engorged clit.
“Yes, Ma’am. Oh, please, please, Ma’am,” she groaned.
“Please what? What is it you want?” I asked as I fingered her distended lips, pinching and separating them before going back to stroke around the sides of her clit again.
“Please…”
“Yes?”
“Please fuck me.” She shuddered in my grasp.
“All right. If you think I should. But first, put that chain back in your mouth and lift your head up.” She leaned her rib cage into the couch and brought her hands down to the chain hanging in front of her and, once again, placed it between her teeth and raised her head. She lifted one foot and put it down, only to follow suit with the other foot.
I withdrew a little, before sliding back in, then again, and again, withdrawing a little farther each time until I was actively fucking her and had a rhythm going. She pushed back against me and the weighted chain between her legs swung and bounced with each new thrust. She growled when I reminded her to lift her head as I continued to stroke her clit in time to my thrusts.
“You. Dirty. Dirty. Little. Girl. Scout.” I said as I pounded into her. “Come for me. Come for me now.” I took the clamps off her nipples and, chain still in her mouth, she flung her head back and screamed out her orgasm. I stilled but my cocks remained buried in her while she continued to come. After she’d calmed, I slowly withdrew, leaving us both panting and sweating. I was still in my leathers and I think I was sweating a little harder, not to mention my clit was throbbing in my pants.
I reached down and removed the clamps from her cunt lips and let them fall to the floor. “Damn,” I said.
“Oh, yeah,” she replied.
“Fuck, honey.”
“They should have uniform day every week,” she said, and turned around in my arms. “But what about you, Mare?”
“Thanks for reminding me! A little help here would be appreciated. God you’re hot, woman!” My adorable Mina kissed me and unbuckled the harness, letting it fall to the floor with a thump before unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my thighs and pulling my underwear down. She sank to her knees again and buried her face between my legs, licking, kissing and sucking, making all sorts of slurping sounds while I buried my hands in her hair.
She looked up at me. “I love that smell,” she said, “the smell of leather and you. Oh god, I think I’m going to come again.”
“Yeah? Not until I do, you little slut,” I said. It didn’t take long. I’d gotten so worked up from the scene I was ready to pop almost from the moment her lips touched mine.
Both sated and curled up together on the couch, I stroked her hair and said, “You know, there’s a company that makes custom badges. I think we should design our own. Like tonight, you earned the Double Penetration badge. It could be a picture of my double dong.”
“Yeah, and I earned the Caning badge. It could be a picture of a bottom with a cane striking it.”
“Oh, honey, it’s going to take a lot more than that little caning to earn a merit badge. But we can work on it. We can work on lots of different ones, like a sewing one, where I sew up your pussy lips, or a butt plug one where you wear a plug all day. You could earn a Medical Arts badge, with a speculum on it and a hot wax badge. Wow, this is going to be fun! And I can earn my own badges too. Like one with crossed canes for a Caning badge and a pair of latex gloves and a white coat for a Medical badge. Oh, my god, the next time we go to uniform night, we’ll totally rock the house!”
’50s WAITRESS
Julia Noel Goldman
The television claims it’s a hundred degrees out, and it’s almost midnight. The air-conditioning didn’t work at all during my twelve-hour shift. It was broken on the D train too, and we can’t afford AC, so thank god I don’t mind the smell of my own sweat. I sit on the couch with the fan pointed at me, in cutoffs and a white tank top, my damp blonde hair in a high ponytail, drinking a dripping Budweiser—it’s nice. The simple things are nice. Uncomplicated. I have everything I want. Except what I’m about to get.
More than once today I caught myself smiling at the memory of you on our bed this morning. Just after sunrise, lying on your stomach on the fresh white sheet, your caramel skin flawless, like suede infused by the dawn light. The curve of your ass inspired me all day, reminding me that I am the most fortunate woman on earth, because I get to fuck you.
I hear your key in the lock. I listen for the way the Bettie Page figure on your key chain hits the door. I close my eyes as you enter. The sound of your thighs rubbing together through your stockings excites me. Your heels on the wood floor. Your intake of breath when you see me. I feel you standing in front of me and I open my eyes. There you are, directly blocking the television, my ’50s waitress, looking as tired as I feel, but smiling. You’ve got on a gray skirt and a white shirt stained with sweat in the most charming places, and your dark, curly hair is a mess—you look perfect.
“Hey, lady,” you say, with the warmest smile.
“Hey. Hell of a day,” I reply with my own smile.
“Yeah.” Your skirt rides up your thighs as you climb onto the couch and straddle my lap, helping yourself to a swig of my beer.
“Yeah,” I say, “but then there’s you.”
“Yeah. Lucky to feel lucky in a world like this.” You finish my beer.
Straddling my lap, you tilt your head down to kiss me and I respond as if I’ve been waiting all day for this moment. I have. I thought of nothing else. About your breasts and your sexy, cola-colored eyes and about how when I’m with you nothing else matters anymore. Your hair falls into my face as I slip my tongue between your lips, sending little sparks everywhere.
Though I’m sweating, your hot weight feels fantastic in my lap. The delicious scent of you floats up toward me and I stroke your ass under your short skirt—you’re not wearing panties, just stockings and a garter belt, and it makes me wet. Yes, life is good. I slide my hands down your damp thighs, back to your butt, over and over as we kiss. Everything is slippery with our perspiration and the touch of your garter belt is such a sexy trip, like you really are this bad girl from the past dropped down into my lap for me to fuck. Night after night, year after year, forever.