She gasped and fell back onto the bed. His cock was entirely inside her twat now. The prick was throbbing. She wondered if he'd be able to carry out his intention of really fucking her.
The way she felt now, it didn't much matter. She just wanted this to be over with soon.
Under the woman's urgings with the whip, he began fucking her. The girl felt his big cock move sluggishly at first, then it seemed to understand where it was, what it was supposed to do. He really fucked her good then.
She moaned as the friction along her pussy walls mounted. His cock was a real fucking machine. It moved with utter precision along her greased slot.
All the while, the woman was whipping him. The song of the whip zinging through the air and then smashing into naked flesh made Fawn cringe.
It wasn't her back being turned into hamburger, but she could sympathize with the man's pain.
Yet, she knew the man fucking her was actually enjoying it. He needed the humiliation to even get a hard-on. And once he got it up, he couldn't keep it rigid very long without continual urgings.
"Go on, fuck me good!" she moaned as she finally abandoned herself to this bizarre scene. All that mattered to her was pleasure. She wanted to get it over with, but if she could get a little pussy-pleasing along the way, well and good.
"Yeah, like to fuck little girls," the blond giant muttered.
His hips drove forward like the piston of an engine. The heat of passage mounted. She was becoming all warm and tingly inside from his cock. Her hands slipped over his huge arms. The oil let her fingers glide like machine bearings, frictionless and free.
Her breathing became tortured as her passions mounted. She was vaguely aware of the black clad woman putting a rope around her waist, tying her to the mountain of a man fucking her with such regular strokes.
Then she found herself rolling over and over. The man was writhing, twisting, turning in every possible direction. The rope tying them together prevented her from escaping.
"Stop, ohh, God, stop this!" Fawn screamed.
Neither the man fucking her or the woman administering the whipping had the slightest intention of doing any such thing. The man's cock, if anything, had grown even harder.
The girl dimly realized it was only partially due to her tight, hot cunt. The whip and the woman in black probably had a lot more to do with that erection than she ever would.
"Quiet, you little cunt!" the woman roared. The whip accentuated her commands.
Fawn shut up. She continued writhing around on the bed with the slippery man. If it hadn't been for the rope loosely tying them together, she was certain they would have slipped apart long before.
He grunted and she felt his cock dance wildly in her twat. She squeezed down with her stomach muscles. She felt his prick growing in size. This was a sure sign that he was going to come at any instant. She concentrated on getting his rocks off as fast as she could.
"I… I'm coming!" he said in an almost entirely emotionless voice.
The woman in leather began beating him with a nine-tailed whip. Each tip was split and made a hideous noise as it impacted.
But he lost the machine-like precision in his fucking. His hips went berserk. He started fucking like a real man. The girl happily took him all the way up her cunt. She could feel his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass and then he came.
Just like any other man, he screamed loudly and began to jam his prick into her, trying to split her apart all the way to the chin.
In spite of the whip still cutting the air, the girl abandoned herself to the pleasure mounting in her body.
"Ride me, ride me hard!" she sobbed out. The man's cock was like a stick of dynamite up her twat. When it exploded, so did she.
Then it was all over.
The girl opened her eyes and looked across the room. The woman in the strange black outfit was pulling the butt end of a whip from her own juicy cunt. She'd been masturbating while beating the blond man.
Fawn didn't understand any of this. And she wasn't about to say a word, either.
The pair quickly dressed, the man wincing at the pain when he put his shirt on, then left without speaking.
Fawn rubbed her oily hands on the bedspread wondering if this had been worth it. For Jack, had it been worth it? She worked it over in her mind and finally decided it had been.
For Jack, anything!
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, Fawn, how did it go? With the two?" Jack asked from the doorway.
She propped herself up on one elbow and glared at him. "I didn't like it one bit."
"Why not? We got the money! I have it here!"
"That's nice," she pouted.
"Hey, that's not the girl I remember. What happened? They didn't hurt you, did they? I know they're a pair of strange ones, but they're into a mutual trip that seldom involves anyone else in the whips and chains."
"Chains? Oh my God!"
"Shouldn't have mentioned that, I guess. Vic and Kari just don't have the same sexual preferences most of us do. What they want to do is entirely their business, not mine."
"Look, Jack, you could have warned me. That was dreadful. I was just sort of going along for the ride and I didn't like where it was taking me. You should have warned me!"
"No, no, darling. That wouldn't have worked. They wanted a young girl, naive and all that. If I'd told you, it would have ruined your responses to them. As it was, they were very happy."
"Glad someone was. I think they're both sick!" Fawn cried, then buried her face in her arms on the bed and began crying.
Jack sat down beside her and said, "Look, honey, you're passing judgment on them. You shouldn't do that. No one has the right to say something's sick."
"He was letting her beat him! You don't call that sick?"
"No, I don't. Look at it this way. They were acting out their own little fantasy. This one happened to involve little girls, but you weren't hurt. Not intentionally, I'm sure. Vic needs this to have a normal sex life. As long as the two of them enjoy it, what's wrong with that?"
"I was involved, too!"
He ran his hand over her bare arm. Soothingly, he said, "Sure you were. But you weren't hurt. She didn't whip you like she did him."
"No? Then look, Mr. Wise-guy!" She rolled over and hiked up her skirt. A long red welt cut across her lily white ass.
Jack laughed. "That's all? I've put bigger welts on kid's bottoms by spanking them with my open hand. I think what you need is a little spanking to get this nonsense out of your head."
"Hey, now wait a Goddamn minute!"
"Cursing… bad. I'll have to punish you for that!" He made a grab for her just as she was slipping off the bed. She landed on the floor with a loud thump, but eluded him.
"You're not going to do any such thing to me, damn you!"
In spite of herself, she was beginning to enjoy this chasing around. It speeded up her heart and give her cheeks a rosy glow. She was breathing heavily when he finally caught her – when she finally let him catch her.
With all the oil on her hands, she could have slipped away from his grasp all night long. Fawn decided she wouldn't like that at all.
"Gotcha! And now I'm gonna turn you over my knee and show you what it means to be paddled!"
He upended her and dumped her across his knee. Her snowy white rear jutted up into the air, a tempting target for his hand. He raised it, then brought it slamming down into her tender flesh. A loud smack and she let out a cry of pain.
"You're pretending," he said. "It didn't hurt you that bad. I'm really gonna give it to you now!"
And he did.
His hand rose and fell repeatedly. He watched her all-white buttocks grow red from his paddling.
Then her entire ass turned a rosy pink. The girl was wiggling and cursing him all the while but he couldn't help noticing her cunt was beginning to turn juicy.