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Lisha and Crystal - Spanked Pussy

By: LaceAndHumiliation



Hi, I'm Lisha. I'm in a relationship with Crystal. Actually, it's more complicated than that. We're in love. We are also fully into a Mistress/sex slave relationship. If you've read the "Little Red Coat" series, you'll know that I'm the submissive in the relationship. Crystal knows me, the real me. She knows what I am, what I need. Even though we are in a loving relationship, she also knows how much I crave, desire, want, need cock. Not just getting cock, but getting humiliated by my desire for it. 

Also, she has led me to the discovery at how much I get into pain. As in prior stories, she introduced me to spankings, floggings and even being lashed with her belt. She worked me up slowly, from mild ass spankings to more intense whippings, even, and including my tits, which drives me crazy in a good way. Recently, she's been spanking my pussy with an open hand. It's touched a part of me I don't even know I can explain. A recent conversation led up to this story. We'd just gotten done with a particular vigorous sex session which included her spanking my pussy. This time, she struck my pussy three times as she fingered my pussy and ass. It was like an electric circuit board overloading in my brain.

We were lounging, exhausted in a post sex haze. "So, it seems you really came hard there," Crystal said with a sly smile. "Was it the fingers, the spanks, or both?"

"Oh god, honey, when you slapped my clit after you had me all worked up, that's all it took. I love love love that," I babbled shyly.

"Well, I'll have to make note of that," she chuckled. "It seems lately that you are really into the rougher stuff. I think I'm only holding back a little, but I have a feeling you could take, and really want, a hell of a lot more."

She looked at me for my reaction. I can't lie to her. She has a direct line to my soul, it seems.

"Yes, ma'am," I managed to squeak. I know she loves when she can shame me into admitting my deepest desires.

"I'm just a little thing," she giggled, "I'm not sure I have much more in me." I thought she was inferring that I was complaining. "Oh no, ma'am. "I love it. I know you give me the love I need. It's just that....well...." I stammered.

"What is it, baby? Don't hold back on me or I really will warm that ass up," she grinned.

"Oh, I don't know if I can put this right but...ok...I'll try. Listen, I know you. You know me. I've just had this fantasy...."

"Spill it!" She hissed with a huge smile.

"Well, with you, no matter how you do it, how you spank or whip me...on my ass, my tits, or even my pussy....I know how it's going to go. You have your own limits and I have mine. I'm not sure you doing it harder gets to the heart of it." 

She looked at me with a look of understanding. I continued, "my fantasy is quite vivid."

She was on the edge of the bed now, totally engaged. I continued, "you know how I've told you that when I was sore, my pussy that is, from when I've been given to men to use?" She nodded quickly, wanting more from me.

"Well, I don't know how to say it but, when I'm sore down there, and men are still using me, it just makes me feel....even dirtier, you know. Like, in my head I'm thinking, "first they made my pussy get sore from using it, they are making me feel my soreness as it gets fucked again."

"So you want your pussy all sore again, then be made to feel it being used while it's sore. I think we can arrange that. I know we've been taking it kind of easy since the party where you were had by the neighbors and friends," she said thoughtfully.

'Yes, ma'am," I blushed shamefully. "It's not quite my fantasy completely though."

"Oh?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

I couldn't believe I was going to say it out loud even though I knew Crystal of all people would make sure I always got everything I needed. I love her, I trust her, so I had to tell her.

"No, mistress, in my fantasy my pussy is sore for another reason..." I said meekly as her stare nearly melted me.

"Say it," she urged forcefully. She knew I couldn't resist her.

I had to just blurt it out. "No ma'am. In my fantasy I'm helpless, bound in some way. My knees are apart, my pussy is open. I can't close my legs even if I wanted to. Some guy, or some guys, are in front of me. They start slapping my pussy with their open hands. Repeatedly. Over and over, I might be screaming, unless I'm gagged. Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not when I'm thinking about it. My hands are bound above me or some of the guys are holding me down. Again, it depends on how I'm thinking about it."

"Mmm hmmm," she nodded knowingly. "Continue."

"It's all just a prelude. I've been worked up in some fashion first. Most often, I've been sucking a cock....or cocks first. I've been played with too. My nipples have been pulled, I've been spanked and felt up. I've thought of it in many different ways." 

Crystal was eyeing me lovingly. I don't know why I keep anything from her. She's the most accepting person in the world. I also know she's the most devious and clever and that anything I tell her ends up fulfilling me in the most spectacular ways.

"So that's your fantasy? You said it's a prelude. Prelude to what?"

"Well, that's the fantasy of it. I'm not sure in my own head how it would be, how it would feel since I've never actually had to endure it like that."

"Tell it to me as your fantasy, how does it work out then?"

I couldn't look at her, my face was scarlet but I found myself wet and horny again having to divulge my dark, perverse thoughts to her.

"In my fantasy, like I said, someone is spanking my pussy, most often it's just one guy. One mean, thorough, and rough guy." 

She smiled and nodded. She knew how I loved to be treated.

"So, this guy is smacking my pussy over and over. Berating me as he does so. I can't stop it. With no gag I'm screaming like a madwoman for him to stop, but he doesn't. Over and over he assaults my pussy. Not just mild taps though, hard, like how you slap someone across the face in anger."

I saw her eyebrow arch in interest. I knew this was turning her on as well.

"Yes, hard. Not like full blows like he's punching me but focused, firm smacks, like you'd hit my ass. They are coming one at a time. He's making me feel each one before hitting me again. I'm writhing out of control, I'm trying to close my legs, I can't. I know I'm wet down there, I can feel it each time when his hand withdraws. The air hits my wetness and makes me embarrassed that I can't control my lust even when this is happening to me."

Crystal knelt in front of me and spread my legs. I could feel her tongue working its way up my inner thighs. She urged me to continue. I gasped when her tongue hit my wet lips.

"ohhh," I groaned. "So, this jerk is punishing my poor pussy. Finally, he stops. I'm sobbing, it hurts so much. I know it's angry and red looking and, it'll be black and blue the next day."

Crystal stopped licking me just for a second, I saw my wetness glistening on her beautiful face. "And that is just the prelude, right?" She grinned.

"Yessss," I moaned as her tongue found my clit again. "It is all just a prelude. It's just the beginning, because the point of spanking my pussy raw was to make me feel it. Sore, battered, bruised, while it then gets fucked."

"Mmm," Crystal hummed, her face buried in me.

"That is the fantasy. I get spanked sore, then, I have to experience getting fucked, while it's that sore. It's like the spanking wasn't even the punishment, the punishment is being ...made to feel ...how sore ....it is when my pussy is used...." I stammered as an orgasm crashed over me.

Crystal raised her head, her face lathered in my juices. "Mmm," she cooed as she licked her lips. "I love the taste of your pussy, especially when you cum, it just tastes....I dunno, sweeter," she grinned.

I collapsed on the bed. She has a wonderful way of wearing me out. She let me sleep a bit as she made breakfast. She brought it in to me. If you are wondering if I have the most wonderful girlfriend ever I have to say yes with all my heart.

She looked at me lovingly. "I've been thinking about that fantasy of yours," she smiled. I had to quickly avert her gaze, I knew her devious nature.

"Is your fantasy mostly one guy. That is, one guy spanking your pussy and then him fucking you after? Or is it more often more than one guy spanking you, like taking turns, then getting all their cocks after?"

"Oh god, Crystal," I moaned. "You are going to get me worked up again," I moaned.

"Good," she laughed. "How is that possibly a bad thing?"

I knew better than to keep stalling or else I'd find my ass being reddened for insubordination, though, at the moment that sounded good as well.

"Well, one little detail I haven't mentioned..." I said avoiding her glare again.

"The guy spanking my pussy is....well....he has to be someone I fear, or, someone I at least can't trust fully. It is always someone with a dark side. That way, I can't possibly know how much abuse my poor pussy has to take. That's why it can't be you, at least for the fantasy. Because, I trust you implicitly. I know there's no way you'd harm me. But, with this guy, even though I don't think he'll harm me I can't be sure. It's the mere possibility and the fact that I can't stop him that makes it incredible. I obviously don't want him to hurt me...too badly..." I said with my face filled with shame. In fact, in the fantasy I only fear how much I have to take, I never really fear he'll harm me in any permanent way. So it is someone who has a cruel streak yet still wants what I want, in a way. I mean, he's getting what he wants to, certainly after. So in the fantasy he would never ruin the chance getting that later, by messing it up before, ya know?" I asked, babbling, not sure I was making sense.

"Yes, I see," she mused. "It's the fear of being made to go beyond your limits and then finding out your limits are stretched, expanded. Tell me, how sore is sore?" She asked. I could see her mind working.

"Honestly, sorer than I've ever been, of course," I said with hesitation. "I mean, I fantasize about the after part too, after it's done and they are all gone. I fantasize even about that part. I think about how sore it is, how sore it's going to be. In my head, I fantasize about it being so sore I can't walk right for days and that I can still feel it like a week later. It's like it's a reminder of how much I was used. It's like a badge of honor which I have to wear to remember it. Every time I walk, every time I pee, every time I shower and I touch it will ache. I always imagine the ache being vaguely and surprisingly exciting."

"Well, you certainly have thought this through," she chuckled.

"I have, mistress, I'm sorry I haven't told you already. We've done so much together, you'd had me do, well, made me do so much already."

"I have," she smiled. "But, I would be neglect in my duties as your mistress if I let these sorts of things just slip by. I'd never deny you anything, my love. I've learned what you love, what you need and you've been good enough to do all of them, for me. For both of us."

She left it at that. We went about our routine for the next few days. Crystal, as she always does, left me in a constant state of arousal. She always does this when she has something coming up for me. She wants me at my horny best. We'd been discussing many of my fantasies lately. She had been threatening to send me back to her office in some way to please the men there like I'd done in the past. She hinted about setting me up specifically with Roy, the black man there who'd had my mouth twice before. I still owed Roy and several of his friends a "free fuck" because of their involvement in a video I made to sell on my sex website. Crystal had even had me teasing the neighbors again which meant that someday I'd have to please again. I never know what is coming with her.

Each night since the discussion we'd end up in bed cuddling and she'd softly touch and pet my overheated pussy but only enough to get it worked up, then she'd smile and have me please her. I love the humiliation of that and she loves doing it. She knows that denial just puts me on the edge. Friday night is usually our hot sex/fantasy night since we have the next day to lounge around and recover. She hadn't hinted to me about any possible adventures, however, though that was always her style to keep me surprised and edgy.

She called me at 4:30 on Friday afternoon from her job. "Hey hon, why don't you swing on by the office and pick me up. We can go and get something to eat then go do something fun at Charley's," she said cheerfully. 

I have to admit, my heart sank a little bit with this plan of action. Usually, when something dark and dirty was planned she'd at least hint at it so that I'd have to stew in my own juices wondering what it would be. However, Charley's was a bar and grille that also had dancing. She liked showing me off, making me show a lot of myself to various men and women. I figured I'd at least get a thrill out of that.

She ended the call by saying, "wear something nice, like your black skirt and your white top."

This was one of my dancing outfits which she liked me to wear since it showed off a lot of my assets on the dance floor and she did so like me teasing people. I wondered if she had anyone in mind for the teasing but I knew better than to ask.

I showed up at her building at 5pm. On most week days the work group would just be filing out but since it was Friday they tended to skip out early. Glenn, their boss, didn't mind, in fact, he was always the first one out on Fridays. If you've read about me before you may remember Glenn. He's Crystal's boss and the man that has had pretty much free access to my mouth whenever he wants it. Crystal likes it because it keeps him from hitting on her so much. She also likes it because she knows how humiliating it is for me to have to be an "on call cock sucker," as they both like to call me. They are right though. I'm both humiliated, and totally turned on by it at the same time. 

I actually kind of hoped I'd run into him at the office, thinking that maybe Crystal and he had set up a little "something" for me to do to tide me over to the next great adventure. Glenn was gone, however, and so, it seems was everyone else. I walked into Crystal's office. She now had the best office in the place. It used to belong to her coworker, Danny. Danny was the guy who fucked me roughly over his desk when I went to the office to please some of the men on a prior adventure. He was a pushy, know it all, smug, arrogant jerk. He was one of those guys who worked out all the time and preened in front of a mirror. He was handsome, probably too much so, and very ripped athletically. He was a big guy, almost as big as his own ego. Crystal and he didn't get along and now, even less so, since Glenn took his office and gave it to Crystal after finally realizing who was doing all the work. Still, the thought of how he took me, rough and humiliating, always gave me a secret rush. I'd just offered him my mouth but he took me roughly over his desk and fucked my pussy like it belonged to him. He had even made me promise to come back for more. This thought always drove me crazy because I knew how Crystal demanded me to keep my promises, especially those made in the heat of lust, knowing how embarrassing they can be for me. Now I was in the very office he'd used me in. I started to get wet at the thought.

Crystal smiled when she saw me. "Hi baby, you really look nice, give me a minute." She said with her nose still in a stack of papers. "Do me a favor, go down to the conference room and get my stapler, it should be right on the table. I should be done in two minutes."

I nodded and walked down the hall. Her office is on the second floor, the rest of the offices of her business were on the first floor. I used the stairs. Just walking in that office made my pussy hum. It brought back all the memories of sucking her three coworkers and getting fucked by Danny. I thought of how embarrassing that would be running into them now. Fortunately (or unfortunately), I was never quite sure which, it seemed the office was deserted except for me and Crystal.

I got the stapler from the table and walked out. I actually was disappointed. In my head I'd imagined her setting me up in some way like this, sending me out of the office right into the arms of someone who has had me before. I kicked myself for being such a slut in expecting her to do things like that in every action she took.

I got back to her office and she was gone. The papers were still on her desk. I figured she went to the coffee room. I knew she liked her late afternoon coffee. I thought I'd surprise her since no one was in the building. I'd been past all the offices. I'd seen them all locked and dark. I was getting horny with all the denial and naughty thoughts. I thought I'd do something daring for her.

I took off my panties and my bra and stuffed them in my purse, which I put on her desk. I giggled to myself as I took the elevator down this time. I had on my black skirt, loose top and high heels. My plan was that when the elevator opened I'd start slowly stripping on my way to the coffee room. Of course, I'd take another look in the office because the elevator opened to the entire business, several offices along the outer wall and a couple work stations divided by partitions would be clearly visible when I got off the elevator.

I stepped out and looked around. It was deserted. I smiled. I wondered if she expected me to do something like this, she knew me so well. I loosened my top and let it fall to the floor. I strutted a little farther, being topless made my tits swing gently with each stride. Then, I let my skirt fall over my ankles. I kicked it off and left that in the hall as well. For an instant I had a familiar wet rush through my pussy when I passed Glenn's office. I had been dying for him to fuck me all this time with that big cock of his but he'd always just used my mouth so as to not "cheat" on his wife. I still thought I'd keep trying, though. I was naked now, save the heels. I saw the light on in the coffee room. I peeked around the door. I didn't see her. 

My shoulders slumped. I wanted a sexy surprise for her. Then, I smiled again. Maybe it'll be more fun if I have to find her, naked as I am. Maybe that was her game. That glorious devil of a woman! I walked out in the hallway again. I went by each office and peered inside. I had a chance to pick up my skirt and my top but I didn't think I should, the game was on. I searched through the cubicles and decided she must be upstairs, maybe she'd just gone to the bathroom. Her office upstairs is the only one that belongs to that particular business, the rest of the offices are of another business. It has always been closed on Fridays, it is more of a part time enterprise dealing with computers somehow. I'd already scoped it out before and it sure seemed like everyone was gone but I knew I'd better be sure. I wanted to go back and grab my clothes but I figured Crystal would like it better if the potential for humiliation was there to drive me, as she knows it does.

I snuck up the stairs, clicking along in just my heels. I peeked in the door. Everything was dark except for Crystal's office. I didn't see her in there from where I was. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. I walked quickly down to the ladies bathroom. I opened the door slowly. I looked in, I didn't see anyone. I stepped in, just to stay out of sight. I was panting. The excitement of being naked in public never fails to get my heart pounding. I looked at myself in the mirror. What a slut. Just a naked slut willing to do anything to please her mistress. I grinned at my reflection in embarrassment. I heard some noise down the hall. My heart flip flopped. I took a second and slowly opened the door. I saw movement coming from Crystal's office. Thank god! I opened the door and strode down the hall in excitement. 


Lisha and Crystal - Spanked Pussy



"Crystal, ma'am, god honey I thought you were hiding...." I blurted as I walked in.

I froze in my tracks. It was Danny. I must've turned pale. He seemed like he was waiting for me. He grabbed my arm before I could react. He yanked me down the hall roughly. With one hand he had my arms pinned and bent behind me. With the other he was covering my mouth, smothering my protests. He pushed me into what looked like an executive lounge. He pushed me over the table while still holding my mouth closed. He was pushing on my nose as well and I was gasping for air. I felt him slip something across my face while something else was being shoved in my mouth. It was my panties. The fucker had stolen them out of my purse that I'd left in Crystal's office. Then, with his own tie he tied it over my mouth so that I couldn't spit out the panties.

I was bucking and kicking the whole time. The last time he had taken me flashed through my mind. He'd raped me. Ok, maybe it couldn't be considered rape since I'd gone to his office, stripped, and begged him to let me suck him off, but he took my pussy instead, against my wishes. Though of course, I cursed myself for enjoying it. It looked like a repeat performance was coming up.

He spun me around. I wish I could've spit in his face, but of course, I couldn't

"What is it with you?" He sneered. One day you come by and strip for me and let me take you hard....then you show up naked, walking up and down our halls? Are you just looking to get fucked hard again? I think I know the answer. You said you'd be back, I just wondered how you managed to wait so long since we both know you are just an eager and willing slut."

I wanted to protest. He was just grinning and ogling me freely. "I have to admit, I did miss this," he said as he let his one hand wander up and down my body while he held me in place with one big arm.

I was scared. He hadn't hurt me last time, though the way he took me made me wonder if he was capable of it. Where was Crystal? "You are looking for your lesbian lover aren't you?" He laughed. "Funny thing is, you two are so predictable. One, you are just a willing whore for my use and two, she is so gullible when it comes to you. I saw you take off your panties and leave her office. I knew you'd fall into my arms. So when you went downstairs for god knows what I went down the hall here. She likes to use the executive bathroom, you see. She's too prissy to use the "normal" one. So I ran into her and told her that I'd run into you and that you told me to tell her you'd gone on to the bar and that you'd meet her there. Yes, I know where you were going, I heard her tell you on the phone. I'm sure she hustled out of here so quick because she knows she can't leave a whore like you in a place like that for too long before you've got your legs spread for somebody."

I felt myself crying. I was naked and this baboon had complete control over me. I pushed away that familiar heat I was experiencing to the back of my mind. He pushed me towards a leather recliner. He shoved me into it. I tried to fight him but it was no use. First, he took my arms and tied my wrists together behind me, behind the chair. Then, with little fight left in me he relaxed for a second as he headed into a maintenance closet. He came back with cord. He took my legs and started to spread them. When I kicked against his efforts he rewarded me with a stinging blow across my tit. I screamed. 

"I happen to know you like that," he leered as I sobbed. He was right. I didn't admit it to him, though. 

It did make me obey, though. He took my leg and spread it open. He tied my knee open and looped it under the leg support of the chair. He did the same with my other leg. I was now spread for him, naked and heaving in fear and excitement. I hated him but I lusted for him. It was now obvious to me. I'd continuously denied that thought but I'd loved how he'd taken me before and now I was about to be taken again and it shocked and thrilled me. I only hoped he didn't see it in me. I knew better, though.

For awhile he just paced around me with a lustful exuberance. He owned me, now he could have me however he wanted. If it was true, if Crystal was off to the bar, it would be at least an hour. It was a half hour each way. The best I could hope for was an hour. I sighed. I'd have to take whatever he dished out.

He lifted the chair with one of it's adjustment handles. The chair rose. My pussy, open and wet, was now about waist high to him. His cock drove me mad with lust last time. I imagined it fucking me again, in this position, helpless to stop him. It had me panting. He was smiling lewdly.

"You are something else. Look at you." He said demeaningly. "I've never seen someone so shameful, so whorish. I mean, even a lesbian ass kissing whore like Crystal deserves better than you."

That shocked me. My eyes widened. He continued, "the first time could've been an accident, I thought. Maybe you regretted your slutty ways, I hadn't seen you since. Then, here you show up in public office, strip naked and prance up and down the halls like a shameless whore. But, here you are. Better yet, your office pet lesbian whore isn't here to save you. You know I hate that whore, right? First, she acts better than everyone, then, on top of that she fucking steals my office by kissing Glenn's ass by giving him your mouth whenever he wants it. This is just beyond belief that now, here you are, and your other whore half is out on a goosechase. Honestly, I'm not sure who I'd rather have tied to that chair, her, or you," he said menacingly. "If it was her I'd make her pay dearly for all the bullshit I've had to put up with lately. Instead...." he hesitated for effect, "...I'm going to have to take all that hatred and anger out on you. It can't be helped. Blame your whore lover."

I could see an angry fire raging in his eyes. He suddenly slapped his hand across my tits again, scraping the nipples on the way by. My tit bounced and jiggled lewdly. I shuddered.

"I think your body is going to be red from head to toe when this is over," he snarled. He smacked my tits roughly back and forth several more times. I was writhing, trying to stay out of the range of the blows, it just encouraged him. 

He stopped for a minute. He was eyeing me strangely. "Women," he said disgustingly. "First, my whore of an ex wife took me for my last penny, then, she fucking took the kids. This was after she'd been fucking my buddy for a year. Then, your stupid whore lover took my office, after I'd been here longer. You stupid whores and your pussies!" He sneered just before he let one of his slaps come firmly down on my open pussy. SMACK!

My mind went numb. The vibration of it rolled up my body like a thunderous storm. He looked at my face, almost as if for a reaction. SMACK! Another blow caught me off guard and I nearly lost my breath. It wasn't until the third blow, straight on my pussy lips that I actually felt the pain. It began as just a tickling surge, like a low voltage shock but soon turned into a full fledged lightning bolt. I screamed through my gag.

"Fucking pussies!" He said angrily, his face red and contorted. He whacked me again with his hand, this time one finger caught my clit and I nearly bucked out of the chair in reaction. 

"Fuck....ing...bitches..." he said, slapping my folds with each syllable. I could hear myself screaming, in my head. It was almost drowning out his voice. 

His assault on my pussy only stopped when he alternated by slapping my tits hard. There was no restraint, these were full, open handed blows. He occasionally took a nipple between his fingers and tugged on them lewdly. It was as if he was trying to pull me out of my bonds just by my nipples. It was excruciating. 

Then, he slapped my pussy again. Then again. He berated me between each blow.

"I'm going to slap that pussy until you pass out," he growled. "That pussy that should've been mine this whole time. You know you wanted it, you know how much you've thought about it. That pussy should be mine, whenever I want it, how I want it." 

I was nodding, agreeing with whatever he said. I was shaking, it was overwhelming.

"Fuck...ing....whores!" He said with three more slaps with more force than I thought capable. My mind went blank. I was shaken out of my stupor by his hand on my face. He was wiggling his fingers in front of my nose.

"Fucking unbelievable," he laughed evilly. "Look at how fucking wet your slut pussy is." His fingers were coated with my slick juices. He made me lick myself off of him. I was throbbing now. I could feel every single pain receptor in my entire pussy raging. I couldn't see it, but it felt like it must be swollen to twice its original size.

I could see his demeanor changing all the while. What looked like anger at first was now a rising tide of lust. He was panting, sweating. I could see his erection threatening to tear a hole in his tailored slacks. He gave me one more whack on my pussy just when the pain started to turn to a solid throb. Then, he let his pants hit the floor. His erection was in his hand. It was solid and an angry red, as if trying to match my abused pussy lips. No doubt he'd been hard the whole time and his cock had been straining for freedom. It was out now and there was no doubt where it was going to be in a second. He saw the fear in my eyes and just smiled.

"Now, I'm going to fuck that pussy like it's never been fucked," he panted.

I was scared. My pussy was on fire and the pain was unlike any I've felt. Now he was about to invade it even as the pain continued to rise in it.

He slid his tip over my wet folds. I could barely feel it. Besides the throb, which matched my heartbeat, all I could feel was the pressure, the rest felt numb. That is, until his thumb touched my clit, then I felt it. It was like a finger in a socket. My clit was angry, its sensitivity now heightened by its abuse. I screamed until I saw red. He was in me now. I could feel his fullness. His cock was big, it was beautiful. If it had been someone else I wondered if I'd have felt it. Instead, his was stretching and pushing my pussy open. I groaned instinctively. He grinned and increased the tempo.

"Fucking right, whore. I knew you were digging this. Don't be shy again. Anytime you need me to fuck this pussy up, just show up like you did today. I'll gladly do the honors." He was pistoning in and out of me and I was meeting his thrusts like I hadn't had cock in years. 

He didn't let me forget it. "Look at the whore, bucking up against me, you can't get off unless you are getting abused by cock, isn't that right?"

I nodded. I still had the gag in. I'd have screamed my "yes" in his ear at that point. His hands were free. He took my nipples and began to roughly grind them in his fingers. The electricity shot through me, straight to my clit. The fullness of his cock grinding me, the electricity emanating from my nipples straight to my clit and his words drove me to the edge.

He saw me squirming. "So, the whore wants to cum?" He jeered. I was beside myself. He stopped. I madly tried to slide him back in with my thrusts. He backed away. "Tell me what you want, whore." I grunted, my mouth was full of my own soaked panties. I was drooling. He was laughing. "Tell me, whore, tell me what you want or I won't give it to you."

I was screaming into the gag that I wanted to cum but of course all he heard was gibberish. It just made him laugh harder. "Tell me, slut. Tell me you want me to make you cum just by fucking your whore pussy."

I was screaming, wailing, I was so close I swear to god I was thinking, "if he just pushes it into me one more time, really deep...."

He yanked down the tie around my mouth, I spit the panties out.

"Tell me whore, tell me you want to cum while I fuck your battered pussy."

"God yes, sir, fuck my whore pussy, fuck it, fuck it please, please stick it back in...."

He still hesitated. "Tell me what you'll do for it," he coolly grinned.

"Anything! Anything, sir, just fuck me like the slut I am!"

"Would you, say, fuck anyone, anything right now?" He taunted.

"Of course, sir! Please, just stick it back in." The more I begged the closer I was to the edge. The humiliation was driving me. I was so close now.

"Promise me you'll fuck, whoever, until you're finally allowed to stagger out of here. Tell me you'll beg to get your pussy spanked before you let it get fucked too.

"Danny! Sir!" I screamed, "I will! Please just fuck meeeeee...." I wailed. 

That did it. He grinned and shoved it back in me. My orgasm started rippling slowly, like a small stream but as he thrust it back in again it became a tsunami. I shrieked. I didn't realize it was me until I heard Danny laughing and urging me on. Being restrained made it even more intense, I couldn't stop the feelings or control them in any way, they controlled me. I felt Danny start to tighten up, his eyes were ablaze. I realized how wet I was when I looked down and saw how easily he was sawing in and out of me. He gripped my hips tight and drove it deep one last time before filling my aching pussy with his cum. I think his intensity must've matched mine because his eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. It was how I imagined a person who is having a seizure would look. 

He stayed in me for awhile. My pussy was keeping his cock cozy. Finally, reluctantly he withdrew. I could feel our combined wetness slide out of me and down my ass. He stepped back. He was grinning still.

He leaned over me. I wondered if he was going to strike me again. He just laughed. Then he whispered. "I've heard you are good with your promises. Is that true?"

I nodded shamefully. "Good, he said. He whistled loudly. Then, I saw bodies. Naked bodies. There were three of them. It was Rob, Jim, and the computer geek from the office. They were all men who have had the pleasure of using my mouth before. I started to protest but I found the panties back in my mouth and the tie securing it before I could get out anything coherent.

I was still spread wide open and my pussy was invitingly wet and ready, I thought they were just going to line up and fuck me. Of course, it couldn't be that easy for me. It never is.

Rob said, "I don't know, I'd kind of like her on her own, you know, without being tied up. I think it's sexier when she's obviously doing it of her own free will.

Danny just smirked. Boys, I've done my business, I let you watch, you can do whatever you wish. I'm out of here. He turned and left, whistling, just after telling me to "feel free to bring my slut pussy back anytime I want it abused just right." The others got to enjoy my red face.

Rob took charge. They untied me and had me sit on the edge of the table. I had my hands back behind me to brace. My ass was out near the edge. My pussy hung over for their ease. Rob stood in between my legs, his cock was out, he was going to be next. The other two men had a hold of my legs which held them open. Rob said, "Don't think it'll be easier, just because you are untied. In fact, in a way, I think it's more embarrassing now, because you can stop it, you can cover it, but you won't, because you'll have to admit you want it. Spread your knees, Lisha," he said gently, but forcefully. I did so, the men held me open wider.

"Now, I'm going to spank that pussy," he warned. "I'm not going to be gentle either. I know you want it. I saw Danny do it to you."

I gasped. "Oh god," I thought, "how much can I take?" 

Rob was good enough to ask that question himself. It made me have to beg for it. That's what everyone wanted, no doubt.

"Sir, I'm just a stupid teasing whore who needs your cock in me. Make me pay for teasing you."

"What do you want, Lisha?" He asked with prying eyes. "I want you to smack my pussy hard, I mean hard. Then, while the pain is still shooting through my nerves I want you to jam your cock in my as far as it will go. Make me pay for being such a stupid pain slut."

"Does your pussy hurt? Is your cunt sore?" He asked lustily.

I blushed and I nodded. "It's fucking on fire, sir. It hurts like fuck." I did what I was meant to do. I begged.

That lit his fire. His cock jerked in his hand. He lifted his hand and made me watch it slowly rise before coming down with a thunderous clap on my pussy. I saw stars. Being unrestrained it was so difficult not to just grab my pussy and howl in pain. But I managed to keep my legs open. Tears were starting to form. He slid his cock in seemingly without effort.

"Thank you sir! Thank you for spanking my stupid pussy! Now fuck it good, sir!" I begged. My head was lost in a painful, lustful fog. 

"Please sir, now fuck this white pussy like you've wanted to since I sucked your beautiful cock. Fuck it like you own it, fuck it, you do own it, fuck me!" I begged. 

He obliged. He fucked me with ease, my wetness was now at epic levels. I could feel the coolness of my own juices as they flowed down to my ass. The men on the side helped me fuck him. They pulled my legs so that it embedded me deeper on his cock with each thrust. Over and over they all helped ride me like I was a spirited horse getting broken. Rob's cum soon joined Danny's. He pulled out, Jim quickly took his place. Rob stayed around though, I'm sure he wanted to see as much of the whore as he could.

Jim wasn't as insistent about the begging but I did it anyway. The pussy slap was resounding, however. I thanked him with a scream. I meant it. I saw what it did to them and felt what it was doing to me. He stuck his dick into my hole without ceremony. I could barely feel it. What I did feel though was my clit starting to spasm. The blood engorged lips were sending strange and wonderful waves to my brain. A shudder I'd felt earlier was another building wave. I pulled Jim into me so that I could at least feel his tip when he touched me deeply. I begged the other men to pull my nipples hard as he fucked me. My pussy was throbbing. It was just a reminder at what a slut I was, letting her sore, battered pussy get repeatedly fucked.

"NO!" I begged. "Pull them harder. Harder! Twist them! Pull them so you make me scream."

They certainly did. I came in a ridiculous explosion of sensory overload. I didn't even notice Jim cumming in me. My orgasm was still ongoing, even after. It was like a wave crashing on the beach and receding into the next oncoming wave. It may have been more than one orgasm, I couldn't tell.

The computer guy took his turn. The other two guys were collapsed on loungers, watching. This guy smacked me straight on the pussy and then just pushed himself into me. I was still coming down from the last orgasm, with him in me it almost felt like it was part of the orgasmic wave. I rode him out like that. He didn't last more than a minute. He added his cum to my drenched slut pussy. He staggered back. I am even more humiliated because I still didn't remember the computer guy's name and he has now cum in me twice. 

I realized what I'd done. They'd all had me, on the table, my hands free. I'd let them spank my pussy as hard as they wanted and I was still able to take it. There also was no question how big a slut I was at that moment. My pussy abused, beaten, then fucked while sore. The men were crashed on chairs, their cocks still out, still glistening from my wet hole. It was then I saw Crystal in the doorway, smiling.

"My my, I just can't leave you anywhere unattended now can I?" She giggled.

I wanted her in my arms so badly. She wasn't done with her fun, in fact, I'm sure her fun was just starting. She motioned me to the floor. 

"Crawl, you incredible hussy," she urged. "Crawl to each man, kiss their cocks, lick them clean of your mess and thank them for using you."

They all watched as I crawled to the men, one by one and cleaned them off for my mistress. Hell, who am I kidding, for myself. She was having me do all of this for me. The men watched as Crystal walked me down the hall, her to the side of me, while I crawled like a dog next to her. They all watched my ass disappear around the corner.




Lisha and Crystal - Spanked Pussy



Crystal took me home as I sobbed softly in the car. She had a look of concern with my tears.

"Hon, are you all right?"

"Yes, mistress," I sniffed. "Thank you for everything, you are so fucking good to me," I said as I wiped away tears.

"Then why the tears? Why are you crying?" She asked with concern.

"Because my pussy hurts so bad!" I whined. She looked at me.

We both laughed together. "Well, I'd imagine it would after that," she chuckled.

"Was it what you wanted? Was it like your fantasy?"

"Oh god, mistress, it was. I didn't know if it would be. I was scared. Especially with Danny."

"Ah yes, Danny," she smirked. "Of course, that was the easiest part to set up, you can' believe how much that boy has wanted that pussy of yours since the last time," she laughed. "This might help thaw our relationship somewhat in the future. I think I may have promised him more of your use as well. So it wasn't....too much?" She wondered as my tears still flowed.

"Well, I suppose I could feel differently tomorrow, and the rest of the week, knowing how I'll feel then," I said with an embarrassed grin. "But, it wasn't too much because I didn't know how much I could take, now I do. I was right though. I was right about how hot that would be for me to have to take cock inside me after having it be so sore. I felt like so much of a dirty whore that I came...oh...I'm not even sure how many times. It was the combination of being bound and helpless, along with the pain, as well as the humiliation. Having Danny do it was the topper. He is certainly a guy with edge. The fear of what he might do or how hard he might be on me sent my arousal to new heights."

"Yes, it did look like you enjoyed yourself there immensely," she giggled.

"You saw that?" I said in wonder.

"Of course, I saw all of it. I was in the copy room watching through the glass. I wasn't sure you were going to make it, especially with Danny. I almost busted in."

"I'm glad you didn't, ma'am. He was so worked up, I'd gotten him that way. It wouldn't have been fair to him. I know how strict you are with that. I teased him by showing up naked, I needed to make sure he got off in me however he wanted."

"What if he'd made good on his threat? What if he actually spanked your pussy until you passed out?"

"I don't know that I actually would pass out from that," I said, thinking it over. "But, if he did then I'd hope I'd wake up before he stuck that big cock in me so that he could make me feel that pain of getting fucked while sore."

"Good slut," she purred. "What in the world possessed you to strip naked like that?" She laughed. "Still, it made everything that happened after, so easy. I guess we just work well as a team."

"That we do, mistress. I can't believe you fulfilled another fantasy of mine," I said sincerely.

"You have a never ending stream of them, my love," she smiled. 

"Thank you, mistress." I said softly. 

We got home and she basically had to hold me up to help me walk, my pussy was just that sore. The neighbors Bill and Josh were on their balcony. The got a good look at my tits from above, my top was on very loosely and I still didn't have on my bra. She saw them looking. She let go of me and let me waddle towards the door. I had to keep my legs way open. The men saw it. I'm sure they figured out that I was just a used slut.

"You are going to be feeling that for days and days," she said in wonder. 

"I know," I said with a shy smile. "I think that makes it hotter. The fact that I now am faced to live with it shamefully for days. Always the reminder of what I did, what I let them do to me, all because of my own fantasies and desires.

She nodded knowingly. She chuckled softly as I limped gingerly towards the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet as she popped her head in. "You know, you've been teasing Bill and Josh quite a bit. I saw how much tit they just got to see."

I groaned. "I know, ma'am, I know what that means."

"I should send you up there right now," she said sternly. 

Terror filled my eyes. "No way could she do that to me right now," I cried. 

"Stupid teasing slut. I should just offer them the use of you for the rest of the night."

My eyes pooled up with tears as I looked at her , eyes wide.

She just smiled softly. "And you'd do it, too, wouldn't you?"

I lowered my head. "You know I would, ma'am, if you wanted," I squeaked in shame.

"Hmmm," she said before kissing me deeply. "Maybe someday, not today. It wouldn't do either of us any good if you end up in the hospital," she said perkily. We fell asleep in each others arms after she carefully cleaned and nursed my sore pussy. 

For the next week every time she saw me wince when I stood or walked funny she made me stop and remind her why I was sore. 

"Ma'am, my pussy is sore because you made me let some guys spank it hard then fuck it like a good sore whore should take it." 

God, I love that woman.

{The end}