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Click hereThe women decided that I should be moved to 'the chair' in order to deliver their delights. I was fixed on my back with my ankles secured high in the air and my arms spread wide as if I were being crucified. My neck was locked in a halter and my head braced by supports on either side so I could not move it. It was, for once, not especially uncomfortable. In my hooded state I could not be too sure of the arrangement but, as best as I could guess, the chair was rather like a giant toilet seat that suspended the woman's pussy just above my mouth. All I had to do was lick away until she climaxed. These women wished to climax many, very many, times.
All I can tell you is that three randy women take a hell of a lot of satisfying. Moreover, were my ministrations to their needs anything less than wholly enthusiastic that searing flame would returned to burn my increasingly tender buns and big fat tears would roll down my face. The last of the women, Georgina if memory serves me, was the worst, or at the least the meanest. She sat the opposite way so her smelly anus was positioned uncomfortably close to my nose. She clearly though this hilarious. Fortunately, despite her best efforts, she could not raise a fart. As I licked away I resolved that if I ever had Georgina in my power I'd piss in her face at the end. Now I understood the reason for the hood.
At long last even Georgina was done. I ached all over. My calves ached, my tongue ached, my back ached, my arse burned, my pussy was chafed, my nipples were tender and ultra sensitive, still! I could take no more. The odd thing was I was randy again. The humiliation of having to lick those women combined with the searing of my flesh with that, well whatever it were, had really turned me on.
"Golly, out little girl's rather wet. Beatrice suck Harold hard so he can fuck her before bed. I think she needs it."
There was a delay and then that mighty dong forced the lips of my grateful gully apart. He pistoned me with long slow leisurely thrusts and to my mortification he gradually raised my sensitivity until I came once more. And not just once but several times. My horizons had indeed been broadened.
Of course there's always a catch. Pleasure was to be followed by suffering. When I was released I was carried away and placed in a padded box. A little exploration with my hands revealed that I was expected to sleep in what was effectively a drawer. Just as I expected the horrors of enclosure to flood through me I fell into a deep and exhausted, wholly dreamless sleep.
It’s all well and good to expand your horizons and move out of your comfort zone but seriously “no safe word”, such a bad idea. She was so far out of her comfort zone she was in the twilight zone. If she was blindfolded it’s likely the boyfriend was there, if not then I would have dumped the jerk. The whole thing came across as a torture session instead of an erotic adventure.
Hope I didn't come off as offended. I was amused by your opening comment, and saddened that it might be deemed necessary. I don't understand how fellow yanks don't get the differences and roll with it.
Something different spices up the text and lends clues to the author. I implore authors not to sift and strain your local terms and spellings out. Besides, you Brits can't compare to the Aussies for interesting use of the language. :D:D:D
*runs from mobs throwing rocks from down under*
to figure why people were offended by the short intro comment to your story. But I guess some folks just like to huff 'n puff. Didn't bother me at all. Comments about something so innocent are just a waste of time. They probably have their own agenda anyway.
Loved the story, and hope you post more. Besides, I love the differences in language from culture to culture. You say this, and I say that. And I enjoy both.
Sorry, if I send more I'll moderate my disclaimer. In my defence. I only defend British English, I don't slam other variants; write as you are, if I can't understand I move on. But mostly, in the past, I have been more than a little outraged by the negative comments persons have left for authors who use British English. I feel for those authors much more than I care about 'friends and influence'.
Bye the bye, thanks for all the nice things you have said.
really fun story but I was more that a bit turned off
from your opening comment.
Have you ever hear the saying, how to make friends and influence people.
There are a whole lot of different people here; from all over.
Try to be up beat. Do not start your new work here in a negative way,
by putting down a language that you no nothing about.