An To The Restroom To
And You Know What Marcy
John Quickly Headed
As He Walked Past He
As We Drive Along Highway
Driving Our Sebring
I Laugh A Knowing Laugh
Not Wanting You To Put
Your Hair Is Blowing
As We Approach The First
Being Playful You Tell
The Thoughts Of You
You Decide To Tease
As We Leave You Tell
I Know Of Just The Place
I Take A Quick Right
Upon Stopping You Quickly
Being Glad That I Brought
As I Turn To Do So Your
I Want To Rush To You
I Love The Idea And
You Look So Sexy Your
I Snap The Photo Then
My Cock Is Straining
You Look Beautiful
You Quickly Dress And
You Lean Up To Kiss
You Lean Your Seat Back
Your Fingers Gently
| I opened my eyes to find that it was a very hard cock being held in front of my face. It became clear that unless I sucked on the said penis I would suffer the consequences and my arse would feel the maximum effect of the lash. Rough fingers had found my clit and as the blows fell I involuntarily moved and wriggled against them.
Then something different made contact with my burning arse cheeks - something that carried a sting and caused me to flinch and struggle and scream for mercy. My eyes darted around to see others and I realised that the louder I screamed and cried out the more excited they became. It changed now and one very hard blow every three or four seconds replaced the constant pounding. The man holding me was relieved of his duty and he stood in front of me while he too divested himself of his lower garments. His semi-hard cock was inches from my face and I saw his hand pull back the foreskin then slowly make the movements of a man masturbating. I screamed and attempted to straighten up but found myself pinned down by the arms from a man in front of me. It had now taken on a different form a more menacing form. I began to cry, both in fear and pain and out of the corner of my eye through my tears I saw pairs of trousers being flung onto a chair the men were getting undressed! With hardly a second separating each slap I was thrashed, first on my right buttock then on my left. The comments told me two men where both busy exercising their arms and wrists. While at first the blows where moderate they suddenly became more intense. I yelled and jumped as the second then the third quickly followed on.
A tormenting delay ensued and my bum tensed and relaxed in anticipation before a whole series of smacks landed on alternate cheeks. My stomach knotted up as Bill guided the newcomers into the room. Four men, late middle aged except one who was probably just reaching forty. They looked neither friendly nor menacing and eyed me up with a look of trepidation but pleasant approval. I could tell the anticipation was making them become stimulated and being able to wait no longer for his friends Stan whispered, Bend over the table Jane. I had no sooner moved to the table s edge when the doorbell rang. I wanted Stan to be quiet and give me time to think. He sensed my thoughts and for a while we all stood there, each man gently playing with a nipple. OK you can bring someone with you, I nervously told the man, If you re sure you can trust them. Would you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of exposing your backside and allowing what should be forbidden acts to take place? What a mixture of exciting feelings you would experience! What would you feel like now if say; three more men were present watching and becoming aroused scared or turned on or both? Stan s voice was slow and deliberate. My breathing intensified as I answered, Both! Giving what the subject matter was Stan s sales pitch almost sounded comical. Certain thoughts and ideas intrigued me memories of reading from their magazines and photographs that caused me to retire to my bedroom to pleasure myself stirred and provoked me. If you told us not to come today we would simply not be here no pressure. He waited a minute then asked, Would you like to have someone else here? Try out new experiences in confidence without putting yourself at risk? You would bring them I wouldn t have all sorts of strangers knocking on my door? You sound as if you want to try it. No, they would only come by appointment like we do you re the one that decides. They would expect the same sort of discretion from you. They wouldn t want to spoil a good thing and let all the neighbourhood know. They just want to enjoy the experience without any hassle just like you do. I asked trying to sound mildly curious. All very near, yes, Stan answered. It would be embarrassing if I found I knew them, I observed. Why? You only knew us because we come to do your garden. The thought intrigued me and as we talked and sipped our drinks and they played with my tits I found myself getting aroused imagining strangers witnessing me being spanked.
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