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"Take off your blouse."
It was part command, part lustful request. I of course began to unbutton the garment, slowly, teasingly. I heard a zip and some rustling of material as I assumed Jess was undressing in front of me. Partially or fully I couldn't tell. Then she moved around me, the padding of her soles barely detectable against the soft carpet. I became aware of her proximity, her warm breath against my ear immediately preceding a simple one-word command:
"Faster."
She gave my bottom a playful slap to emphasise her point. The sound echoed off the walls and I dutifully sped up, shucking the top to the floor, feeling the air in the room cool my shoulders and belly. Her breath danced across my other ear.
"Now the skirt."
I liked this game. It made me feel deliciously dirty to strip for her pleasure. Hooking my thumbs into the hem I slid my bunched skirt downwards, over my pert behind and onto my thighs.
"Stop and bend over. Hands on your ankles."
Her breath receded behind me and I did as I was told, leaning forward, grabbing just above my feet. From her rear vantage point, Jess would have an uninterrupted view of my crinkled arsehole and bare pussy lips curving away from her between my slightly parted legs. She stepped towards me and gingerly slid the skirt the rest of the way down my long legs. Her fingers occasionally brushed their smooth surface and the touch made me want her more. I craved a kiss; to pull her to me and crush our lips together, hands exploring like they had earlier in the bathroom stall. But Jess was in control tonight and in some ways it was better to be her plaything; her willing rag doll. I loved the way it made me feel; the fluttering of anticipation just beneath my skin and the combination of fear and excitement that the unknown brought.
The skirt came to rest, pooling over my wrists and the floor. From over my left shoulder she spoke, her voice loaded with desire.
"You've been a bad girl. You let me fuck you in the bathroom earlier and then spent the rest of the day sans panties. Do you know what that makes you?"
I shook my head, just inches from my knees.
"Answer me properly!"
"No, what does that make me, miss Jess?"
She paused a beat, satisfied with my subservience. "It makes you a slut. MY slut. What are you?"
"Your slut, miss Jess."
"Good. And do you know what naughty sluts deserve?"
"No, miss Jess," I responded, already willing the answer to be her touch on my exposed skin or tongue on my moistening pussy, but half expecting neither.
"They need to be reminded of their place in the world. In my world."
Her hand cracked against my upturned bottom, the slap and my subsequent surprised cry bouncing off the walls briefly before silence returned. Fire spread from the contact point where no doubt a red hand print would shortly be forming and raced between my legs. It was degrading to be treated this way but in some small, sick corner of my mind it turned me on. Wetness surged to my pussy and I gripped my ankles tighter, wishing I could see what she was doing so I might prepare for her next move.
Nothing happened for a long moment, then a spank landed squarely on my exposed right cheek. Slightly harder than the first, it still caught me by surprise despite my body expecting the blow.
"Ohhhh," I exhaled through clenched teeth.
More warmth rushed from my backside to my chest via my ever dampening pussy. I could feel my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra, pointing at the floor as I stood doubled over, awaiting the next humiliating yet invigorating slap.
It came on my left cheek this time. A full-handed spank that reverberated around the room and arced electricity across my bare pussy lips. I moaned with delight and a little pain, allowing the warmth to spread through my body and fuel my dirty thoughts of having Jess shove her long fingers inside me, bringing me to orgasm.
"You're not supposed to be enjoying this. It's your punishment for being a slut."
She spanked the same left cheek much harder.
"Owwwww, fuck," I exclaimed. My bottom flushed and the heat surged through my body. If anything, the latest crack delivered more wetness than the last to my yearning pussy. What kind of girl was I to enjoy this treatment? Jess was right: I was a slut. A cheap, dirty slut.
Two ferocious, closely-spaced smacks punctuated my thoughts and I screamed out into the room, arching my back as far as I could while still maintaining the grip on my ankles. The pain was intense but thankfully short lived, ebbing away to distribute the heat from my reddening bottom throughout my body and oddly making me crave Jess more.
Her hand snaked between my thighs and I jumped at the touch. She cupped my wet pussy and rubbed the hairless mound.
"What have we here?" she chided in a sing-song voice. "You enjoying this, you dirty bitch? Getting wet for me?"
Extracted from Tradeshow Tryst by Bellefleure on Literotica.com
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It was part command, part lustful request. I of course began to unbutton the garment, slowly, teasingly. I heard a zip and some rustling of material as I assumed Jess was undressing in front of me. Partially or fully I couldn't tell. Then she moved around me, the padding of her soles barely detectable against the soft carpet. I became aware of her proximity, her warm breath against my ear immediately preceding a simple one-word command:
"Faster."
She gave my bottom a playful slap to emphasise her point. The sound echoed off the walls and I dutifully sped up, shucking the top to the floor, feeling the air in the room cool my shoulders and belly. Her breath danced across my other ear.
"Now the skirt."
I liked this game. It made me feel deliciously dirty to strip for her pleasure. Hooking my thumbs into the hem I slid my bunched skirt downwards, over my pert behind and onto my thighs.
"Stop and bend over. Hands on your ankles."
Her breath receded behind me and I did as I was told, leaning forward, grabbing just above my feet. From her rear vantage point, Jess would have an uninterrupted view of my crinkled arsehole and bare pussy lips curving away from her between my slightly parted legs. She stepped towards me and gingerly slid the skirt the rest of the way down my long legs. Her fingers occasionally brushed their smooth surface and the touch made me want her more. I craved a kiss; to pull her to me and crush our lips together, hands exploring like they had earlier in the bathroom stall. But Jess was in control tonight and in some ways it was better to be her plaything; her willing rag doll. I loved the way it made me feel; the fluttering of anticipation just beneath my skin and the combination of fear and excitement that the unknown brought.
The skirt came to rest, pooling over my wrists and the floor. From over my left shoulder she spoke, her voice loaded with desire.
"You've been a bad girl. You let me fuck you in the bathroom earlier and then spent the rest of the day sans panties. Do you know what that makes you?"
I shook my head, just inches from my knees.
"Answer me properly!"
"No, what does that make me, miss Jess?"
She paused a beat, satisfied with my subservience. "It makes you a slut. MY slut. What are you?"
"Your slut, miss Jess."
"Good. And do you know what naughty sluts deserve?"
"No, miss Jess," I responded, already willing the answer to be her touch on my exposed skin or tongue on my moistening pussy, but half expecting neither.
"They need to be reminded of their place in the world. In my world."
Her hand cracked against my upturned bottom, the slap and my subsequent surprised cry bouncing off the walls briefly before silence returned. Fire spread from the contact point where no doubt a red hand print would shortly be forming and raced between my legs. It was degrading to be treated this way but in some small, sick corner of my mind it turned me on. Wetness surged to my pussy and I gripped my ankles tighter, wishing I could see what she was doing so I might prepare for her next move.
Nothing happened for a long moment, then a spank landed squarely on my exposed right cheek. Slightly harder than the first, it still caught me by surprise despite my body expecting the blow.
"Ohhhh," I exhaled through clenched teeth.
More warmth rushed from my backside to my chest via my ever dampening pussy. I could feel my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra, pointing at the floor as I stood doubled over, awaiting the next humiliating yet invigorating slap.
It came on my left cheek this time. A full-handed spank that reverberated around the room and arced electricity across my bare pussy lips. I moaned with delight and a little pain, allowing the warmth to spread through my body and fuel my dirty thoughts of having Jess shove her long fingers inside me, bringing me to orgasm.
"You're not supposed to be enjoying this. It's your punishment for being a slut."
She spanked the same left cheek much harder.
"Owwwww, fuck," I exclaimed. My bottom flushed and the heat surged through my body. If anything, the latest crack delivered more wetness than the last to my yearning pussy. What kind of girl was I to enjoy this treatment? Jess was right: I was a slut. A cheap, dirty slut.
Two ferocious, closely-spaced smacks punctuated my thoughts and I screamed out into the room, arching my back as far as I could while still maintaining the grip on my ankles. The pain was intense but thankfully short lived, ebbing away to distribute the heat from my reddening bottom throughout my body and oddly making me crave Jess more.
Her hand snaked between my thighs and I jumped at the touch. She cupped my wet pussy and rubbed the hairless mound.
"What have we here?" she chided in a sing-song voice. "You enjoying this, you dirty bitch? Getting wet for me?"
Extracted from Tradeshow Tryst by Bellefleure on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #lesbianerotica #literotica #spanking #bdsm #lesbianspanking #peaches #greatass #domination #submission #lesbiandomination #lesbiansubmission
