beyond caring.
Lifting Hazel to her feet he twisted her round so that her bottom faced him and tore open his flies, releasing his straining erection. Clasping her by the hips he pulled her backwards so that she straddled his lap and then sat down. His cockhead found her tight little hole and forced its way inside. She let out a muffled wail as she was impaled by the length of his shaft, while he gloried in the hot, tight closeness of her rectum.
‘Now you can come,’ he said.
She began to jiggle up and down in his lap, her head thrown back, drool running down her cheeks from about her gag as the anti-static brush slapped and bobbed up and down between her thighs, its deeply buried handle stirring away within her vagina.
He clasped and squeezed her heavily bouncing breasts, controlling her increasingly wild gyrations as she desperately pumped up and down his shaft.
She came with a medley of throaty incoherent grunts and whimpers just a few seconds before his seed spurted hotly into her entrails.
As they sat together still coupled, letting the emotion slowly seep away, he whispered in her ear: ‘Good girl …’
Stan and Louisa Jessop walked round Cassie, looking her up and down with calculated interest as she stood in the middle of their living room. Cassie glared back with nervous defiance. They both carried holly-tipped canes. She had assumed they would use her for sex as soon as they’d got her into the privacy of their own home, but they seemed in no hurry. Were they playing games with her?
‘Nice tits,’ Stan said. ‘Bit small, maybe, but they stand out well.’
‘I wonder how much punishment her bum can take?’ Louisa speculated. ‘Looks hard to me.’
Louisa Jessop was a bosomy dyed-blonde. Cassie thought her jaw was too heavy and her brilliant curls looked cheap. She hated everything about her and her husband; more than anything the fact that at that moment she was their helpless plaything.
‘She’ll take what we give her and be grateful for it, won’t you, girl?’ Stan said with a mischievous grin.
Cassie fought back a shiver, chewing at her gag and trying not to show her fear. She knew what they were trying to do by discussing her looks like she was a dumb animal, but she refused to be humbled. She was beautiful and she knew it.
She had blue eyes topped by fine brows and straight blonde hair. Her lips, when not stretched wide by a gag, formed classic butterfly bows. She had good high cheekbones and a neat nose with pinched nostrils. Her body was slim with shapely legs, firm round buttocks and a pop-up navel. Her breasts were small and neatly rounded, with brown, strongly marked and distinctly uptilted nipples. Her pubic delta was dark blonde, thick and fluffy.
‘Well, let’s get her started on the housework,’ Stan said. ‘A bit of hoovering for you, girl. We want everywhere looking spotless.’
Smiling brightly, Louisa brought in a cylinder vacuum cleaner trundling along on its casters. It was perfectly normal except for one addition that made Cassie’s eyes bulge. Just where the metal tube curved over, after the socket that connected it to the hose, a large, flesh-coloured vibrator stood stiffly upright. It was held in place by wire and tape and glistened with freshly applied oil.
Cassie started to back away from it, shaking her head. Stan caught hold of her by a fistful of hair. ‘You agreed to anything we chose to do with you as long as it wasn’t harmful. And this isn’t going to hurt. You might even enjoy it. But whether you do or not, we certainly will. And for the next week that’s all that matters.’
While Stan held her, Louisa buckled a belt with lengths of string trailing from it about Cassie’s waist. It took a couple of flicks of the holly cane across her thighs to make Cassie spread her legs and straddle the hose. Louisa guided the vibrator between the tight lips of Cassie’s sex and pushed it home. Cassie gave a muffled grunt as the sculptured length of pliant
Lifting Hazel to her feet he twisted her round so that her bottom faced him and tore open his flies, releasing his straining erection. Clasping her by the hips he pulled her backwards so that she straddled his lap and then sat down. His cockhead found her tight little hole and forced its way inside. She let out a muffled wail as she was impaled by the length of his shaft, while he gloried in the hot, tight closeness of her rectum.
‘Now you can come,’ he said.
She began to jiggle up and down in his lap, her head thrown back, drool running down her cheeks from about her gag as the anti-static brush slapped and bobbed up and down between her thighs, its deeply buried handle stirring away within her vagina.
He clasped and squeezed her heavily bouncing breasts, controlling her increasingly wild gyrations as she desperately pumped up and down his shaft.
She came with a medley of throaty incoherent grunts and whimpers just a few seconds before his seed spurted hotly into her entrails.
As they sat together still coupled, letting the emotion slowly seep away, he whispered in her ear: ‘Good girl …’
Stan and Louisa Jessop walked round Cassie, looking her up and down with calculated interest as she stood in the middle of their living room. Cassie glared back with nervous defiance. They both carried holly-tipped canes. She had assumed they would use her for sex as soon as they’d got her into the privacy of their own home, but they seemed in no hurry. Were they playing games with her?
‘Nice tits,’ Stan said. ‘Bit small, maybe, but they stand out well.’
‘I wonder how much punishment her bum can take?’ Louisa speculated. ‘Looks hard to me.’
Louisa Jessop was a bosomy dyed-blonde. Cassie thought her jaw was too heavy and her brilliant curls looked cheap. She hated everything about her and her husband; more than anything the fact that at that moment she was their helpless plaything.
‘She’ll take what we give her and be grateful for it, won’t you, girl?’ Stan said with a mischievous grin.
Cassie fought back a shiver, chewing at her gag and trying not to show her fear. She knew what they were trying to do by discussing her looks like she was a dumb animal, but she refused to be humbled. She was beautiful and she knew it.
She had blue eyes topped by fine brows and straight blonde hair. Her lips, when not stretched wide by a gag, formed classic butterfly bows. She had good high cheekbones and a neat nose with pinched nostrils. Her body was slim with shapely legs, firm round buttocks and a pop-up navel. Her breasts were small and neatly rounded, with brown, strongly marked and distinctly uptilted nipples. Her pubic delta was dark blonde, thick and fluffy.
‘Well, let’s get her started on the housework,’ Stan said. ‘A bit of hoovering for you, girl. We want everywhere looking spotless.’
Smiling brightly, Louisa brought in a cylinder vacuum cleaner trundling along on its casters. It was perfectly normal except for one addition that made Cassie’s eyes bulge. Just where the metal tube curved over, after the socket that connected it to the hose, a large, flesh-coloured vibrator stood stiffly upright. It was held in place by wire and tape and glistened with freshly applied oil.
Cassie started to back away from it, shaking her head. Stan caught hold of her by a fistful of hair. ‘You agreed to anything we chose to do with you as long as it wasn’t harmful. And this isn’t going to hurt. You might even enjoy it. But whether you do or not, we certainly will. And for the next week that’s all that matters.’
While Stan held her, Louisa buckled a belt with lengths of string trailing from it about Cassie’s waist. It took a couple of flicks of the holly cane across her thighs to make Cassie spread her legs and straddle the hose. Louisa guided the vibrator between the tight lips of Cassie’s sex and pushed it home. Cassie gave a muffled grunt as the sculptured length of pliant
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