1 comments/ 19643 views/ 0 favorites Cindy, Brenda & Me By: JBP I was already sitting at a booth. It was late during the middle of the week. Cindy didn’t get off from her job as a store manager at a women’s clothing store until eleven. The bar closed at twelve. It was eleven thirty when I saw Cindy walk through the door. The place was empty. I motioned for her to come over and got up. “Sit down Cindy, I want to talk to you.” She scooted into the booth and I slid in next to her. “Sorry it took so long. My boss wanted to talk to everyone in the store.” “Never mind. We have time. I just wanted to know what is wrong with you?” “What do you mean?” Her voice sounded defensive, a little nervous. “Never mind, maybe you have lost interest. It is okay, there are plenty like you.” “Stop it. Tell me what you mean.” “Don’t take that tone with me Cindy. You are already in dutch with me.” “Please tell me what you mean. I don’t understand.” “You see, there you go again, pretending. We both know how you are. You are starting to pretend I don’t know, pretending we don’t know. If you want to see me you have to stop pretending. Do you want to see me?” Cindy’s mouth became dry. She tried to swallow but she couldn’t. She knew what I meant. Just the thought of it caused her to tingle between her legs, caused her to feel the excitement in the pit of her stomach. It scared her to feel this way, to react this way. I liked to make her a little uncomfortable. She liked it too, but like so many things she couldn’t admit it. “Yes I want to keep seeing you,” she said in low voice, her head hung low in shame. “Move over close to me. Let me see if you mean it.” The place was empty now except for the bartender at the cash register. I noticed she was watching our table, probably wishing we would hurry and let her close. Cindy scooted next to me, her thigh against mine in the booth. I slid my hand up her leg over her hose and under her skirt. She moved uneasily, raising her ass so slightly so the skirt would allow me access to her cunt. “Dammit Cindy, what have I told you about panty hose. You should know better than that by now.” My voice was stern and angry. I was even more pissed now. I hate panty hose. Cindy had the soul of a true nympho, at least once you got her warmed up. Once aroused, she lost all control and inhibition, however like most women she had trouble reconciling what she thought she was supposed to be and what she really was. But what I liked most is that once aroused she turned into a real slut, craving sensations both physical and mental that would send most people running. I had broken down most of her defenses and exposed that part of her. That was what she needed, someone who would give her that. She had never really had a skilled lover before. No one except her stepfather when she was a teenager. He had been the only man who ever made her cum, until me. She told me that once. We were just getting to know one another. I think she thought she wanted me to feel sorry for her, but I knew better. She liked the way he made her feel and she wanted that again. I knew what she really wanted. It was our unspoken secret. When you know a woman like that she will do anything for you. She was still young, only in her twenties. She had left home to go to school, but she told me the boys in school didn’t give her what she really needed. I was forty-one myself and I intended to see how far I could push her. “I am sorry, but I was at work. I wouldn’t feel comfortable in a garter belt and stockings and we have to wear hose. It is part of the dress code.” She was whining, upset that I found out. I could tell she was afraid, afraid of what I might do. She was right too. I would punish her. She knew I would. She just didn’t know how. “Go to the restroom and pull those damn things off and get back here quick,” I snapped. “No, please don’t make me do that. Lets’ go to my place. It is close. I’ll be good, I promise,” she was practically in tears. “Do it. Do it if you want to keep seeing me Cindy. We both know you really do deep down. We both know it is what you need, isn’t it Cindy?” She didn’t say a thing. I got up from the booth to let her out. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, but I only waited my jaw clenched in determination. Then she slid out from the booth and went to the restroom. When I sat down the bartender came over to our table. She was an attractive woman, mid thirties, pale skin, long wavy dark hair and deep set dark eyes “Listen, I heard you two talking….” “I am sorry, we didn’t cause too much trouble I hope. We will be leaving soon, if that it fine with you.” “No. I mean… I heard everything. It is okay. I understand. I just want to know what you are going to do to her and… and if I could watch.” I was taken aback, but I could tell she was finding the whole thing arousing. She swallowed deeply waiting for my answer. “Listen, I will lock up and you can do whatever you want right here. I won’t interfere. I just want to see what you do that her.” This could be interesting, I thought. This bartender was definitely fuckable. She looked pretty hot in her white blouse, men’s necktie and short black skirt. I wasn’t sure what her interests were, whether it was for Cindy or me. “Listen, I don’t want to get you in trouble. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea.” “Don’t worry, I own the place. You can do whatever you need to. Believe me I understand. I use to be a dominatrix. I didn’t get to see many guys like you, mostly a bunch of wimps. And she is a hot piece of tail. I would love to see how you work.” I smiled, “It isn’t work darling, it is pure pleasure for me. Okay, you just stay by the cash register; I don’t want to spook her until I have her where she needs to be. Do you understand?” I added the “Do you understand” just so she would know that I was the one in control I didn’t need the complications of someone interfering. Then I took my seat. Cindy was already coming back to the table. She looked at the bartender nervously. I think she suspected we had been talking since no one else was in the place. “Don’t sit down Cindy. Give me your panty hose.” “Are you crazy, she’ll see us.” “It doesn’t matter, what matters is that you obey me.” Cindy looked towards the bar. The bartender was locking up and had her back to us. Cindy handed me the panty hose from her purse. “Now turn around.” “NO! Are you crazy.” “Shut up you little bitch. I am tired of your shit.” I took her wrist and spun her around, taking her other wrist and tying them together behind her back with the panty hose. Cindy isn’t that big, kind of skinny with nice tits, easy to manhandle, besides she knew better to make me angrier than I already was. Once I had her tied I pushed her across the table, bending her over at the waist. By now Cindy had figured out the bartender was in on the scene too. I reached under her skirt and felt of her cunt. It was just as wet as I figured it would be. She gets that way when I order her around. I pushed her skirt up to her waist. “Spread those damn legs, you little cunt. I knew you’d be wet. You see Cindy, it does no good to pretend, you can’t hide your pussy behind those panty hose and you can hide what you really are behind your pretending.” I pushed my fingers between her spread legs, into her pussy and began to work on her G-spot. Her pussy was soaking wet now. I could feel her tense up and quiver. I kept working on her until her legs stiffened, she pushed up on her tiptoes, and then she came. I knew she would come quickly. She likes to be tied up and made to feel helpless. It only turns her on more. She can’t stand to be in control, to make a decision on her own. “See there Cindy, I am not such a bad guy. That felt good didn’t it.” I looked across the room. The bartender was watching intensely, her eyes wide with lust, her chest heaving from the deep breaths her own excitement was causing. She had her hands rubbing the front of her thighs over the outside of her skirt as though trying to avoid rubbing her pussy. She didn’t seem like she was going to cause any trouble so I decided to give her a real show. I slid my belt from my jeans and doubled it up. “Now Cindy, you’ll get what you really need. I want you to remember what happens if you ever wear those damn panty hose again.” I started off easy, right across the back of her ass. She barely even moved at first. I knew it would just make her hot. But I intended to take her past that, past the point of enjoyment, all the way to orgasm, and then to true pain. Once I had her squirming I began to whip her at that spot where her butt cheeks met the top of her thighs. That was the spot that made her cum. I loved to watch, as she quivered not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure that she was feeling. She was moaning out loud arching her back as I pressed my hand in the small of it holding her down as each stroke caressed her upturned ass. And that is when I really let her have it, hard and fast. Her moans turned to cries, begging me, pleading me to stop. I only held her down tighter, increasing the pace of my whipping until she finally broke down and gave up resistance and told me how sorry she was. “There, now, that’s my girl.” She was sobbing as I took my cock from my jeans and guided it into her pussy. I leaned over her, bending down across her back to whisper in her ear as I slowly fucked her. “Now that is the girl I know. You don’t have to pretend you don’t like it. It is okay. I understand how you are and you know I will give you what you need.” “Yes you do know,” she sniffed. “I am so fucked up, but I do need you to do this to me. I wish I knew why. I can’t help it. I am such a slut for you, the way you treat me. Damn I love your cock in me, feeling you press against my sore ass. Fuck me harder, harder….” She began to stiffen and she came again. I looked at the bartender. I think Cindy had forgotten about her because when I called her over to the table where I had Cindy bent over, Cindy tried to rise up. “No darling, you stay there. I am not through yet and besides we haven’t been introduced properly.” The bartender stood silently almost within arms reach of me. She seemed speechless. “What is your name?” “Brenda,” she said. “Hello Brenda, I am James and this is Cindy.” I pulled my cock from Cindy’s pussy and raised her up and let her face Brenda, her hands still tied. “Now get on your knees and show Brenda how you say you are sorry.” Cindy lowered herself and without any urging took my cock into her mouth. I put my hands behind her head and began to fuck her mouth. Cindy loved to give head, she was good at it and it was a point of pride with her. It didn’t take long until I came. I came in her mouth, Cindy swallowing it all, almost greedily, as if to show Brenda that my cock belonged to her. She looked up at the woman. “Tell the lady hello, Cindy.” “Hello Brenda,” she snapped, the contempt in her voice contrasted with her position on her knees with her hands tied behind her, a small amount of cum running down her cheek. It was a though she dared Brenda to do what she had just done for me. Without any hesitancy Brenda stepped in front of Cindy and looked down at her, “It is Mistress Brenda to you, you little cunt.” To be continued…. Cindy, Brenda & Me Ch. 02 Mistress Brenda..., hmmmm. I was beginning to like Brenda. Assertive, lusty, beautiful, a dominatrix who owns a bar. What more could you ask for. I wasn't sure how Cindy would react. She just knelt there looking away as if waiting for whatever else I might have planned, being her usual submissive self. Brenda looked at me as if asking permission. I nodded my head. Then she stepped back from Cindy and unzipped her skirt and pulled it down letting it fall to the floor. It was a tight skirt and she wiggled seductively as it moved down her hips. She had a narrow waist and full hips, about the same height as Cindy she appeared larger because of her more womanly figure. She wore black stockings, garter belt, but the tail of her blouse hid her panties from view. She stepped closer to Cindy and pulled her blouse aside revealing her black lace covered pussy, jutting her hips toward Cindy as if to make her smell her sex. Cindy turned to look at me, but Brenda took her by her shoulder length blonde hair and pulled her face into her groin. Cindy struggled, but her complaints were muffled by the stronger woman's hands pushing her face into her sex. Brenda held her head and began to grind her pussy against Cindy's face hard. She was rough with her, using her, making her please her, not caring if the lace of her panties scratched her face. As usual Cindy was weak willed and soon submitted, if somewhat passively, and quit struggling. Brenda sensed this and took one hand to pull her panties aside to reveal her pussy. She bent Cindy's head back and let her look at it. It was shaved smooth, her inner cunt lips were large dark and hung down from her outer lips obscenely. They were already glistening from her juices. She had a prominent clit. It too was large, about the size of a pencil eraser, and stuck out erect and pink. She had a piercing, a heavy gauge ring that hung from the hood of her clit. I had never seen a pussy like it. Cindy's pussy was shaved smoothed too, but she looked like a little girl by comparison. Her clit was small and barely showed itself. I found it exciting, this was a full grown woman's pussy, the pussy of a woman who knew what she liked and how to use it. Brenda pulled up on the ring and it only made her clit protrude more. "Suck it you little cunt. I know you can I just saw you suck off that cock and it was much bigger." Cindy whined, "no." "Do it Cindy, you might like it and I am sure Brenda will. You don't want to be rude do you." Cindy began to lick it tentatively. "No, Cindy darling, suck it gently, then flick your tongue back and forth," Brenda told her in a sweeter voice. Cindy obeyed. "That's it, good girl..., it tastes good doesn't it? faster, faster..., don't you stop slut. Brenda was about to cum. She was pulling hard on the ring, as if to expose more of her clit to Cindy. I was getting hard from the site of it all myself. "That's enough Cindy," I said. "What is wrong?" Cindy asked. "Nothing, you be quiet." Brenda looked at me expectantly. She already knew what was coming. She was panting. I walked over to her and literally popped the buttons off of her blouse ripping it open and roughly pushing her bra up over her tits. They fell out, her nipples were pierced too. Her nipples were large and erect as well, her tits were heavy and seemed much larger now they were freed from the bra. I pushed her back towards a table and down on her back. I moved between her legs and stuck my cock easily into those dark wet lips. She grunted as the walls of her pussy yielded to me. I shoved it in deep, hard and ball deep. I took her hips and looked her in the eye while I fucked her, her tits shaking back and forth. She only looked back at me with a look of intense satisfaction. "NO! Don't you fuck her! Don't, don't, please don't. Please stop. I'll be better, I promise," Cindy cried. Cindy looked like a little girl, she seemed younger in comparison to Brenda, more helpless looking on her knees. Her clothes disheveled, her own little pink pussy glistening from what I had just done to it. I loved the way she looked. "Don't worry darling, I have enough cock for you too. And yes, you will be better. I promise. I would hate to leave our host without getting some of her too." I leaned down on Brenda's chest, took her by her head by her own dark wavy hair, grinding hard into her, fucking her deeply, her own hips bucking up against me. I could feel the ring between us as the ball on the ring rubbed her clit. She gritted her teeth, hissing as she came. She came hard, her ass almost bouncing on the table under me. I could feel the muscles in her cunt clenching my cock and soon I came myself. I came so hard it was almost painful as I felt the hot semen spew into her. My head was light. Brenda was looking at me, watching me cum. She looked pleased. Cindy, Brenda & Me Ch. 03 Keeping secrets can kill you. Women have secrets, all of them do, dirty secrets. If you are a woman reading this you know it too. I found out Cindy's secret, she didn't even have to tell me. Oh she told me, but she didn't even know it. That's the way women are. They may say something but they are really telling you something else. I wonder sometimes if they even know it. They want to tell you their dirty secrets. They know that they are torturing themselves by keeping them. They take pills, see counselors, buy books and watch Opra, hoping someone else has the same secret and they will find a way to live with their secret. There is only one way to live with a secret... tell it. That is the hard part, finding someone to tell it too, someone who is not morally superior, someone who won't judge you, someone who will make it alright. That is where I come in.... I knew I would have to call Cindy. After the night at the bar and all that happened she wouldn't know how to face me, but right now I knew I wanted to talk to my new friend the dominatrix/bartender. It was a slow hot July day around lunch time when I got to the bar. I figure it would be slow this early in the day. When I got inside Brenda wasn't behind the bar, some guy was there, an old, bald, fat guy. I asked him if I could see Brenda. He never even looked at me. "Sure, I'll get her." He went around to the end of the bar and into a backroom. Brenda came out and he went back behind the bar. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nice tight jeans, I glanced at her crotch and wondered if she was wearing panties and tried to visualize her pussy and the steel ring that hung from it. "Hello, sorry, but I had to straighten up in back today. I am not just the owner but the janitor too," she laughed. "Could I buy you a drink?" "Your money is no good here. Come to my office and I'll fix you something from my private stock." I followed her, checking out her ass in those jeans. I am sure she meant for me to. We went into her office and I took a seat in front of her desk. She went to a small freezer and poured us both some ice cold vodka. She handed me the glass and sat down. I was very good vodka. "I was hoping I would see you again," she said casually. "Why?" I figured it best to be direct. I don't think she expected a question. I think she was expecting an explanation and now it was me asking for one. She swallowed her vodka. I could tell she was buying time to think of an answer. Then she looked straight at me, her face becoming flush. "The way you treated that girl you were with, the way you talked to her, you have no idea how much it excited me." "You should be used to it. Didn't you say you used to be a dominatrix." "Yes, I was a pro. I did it for the money. I learned a few things too. That is how I got this bar. But, I saw only submissive men. I never saw guys like you. I have seen men who thought they were real lady-killers too, but they were mostly just talk. They would cum in two minutes, be out of breath and leave you wanting. Believe me, my vibrator and I know the story. You tied that girl up, whipped her, fucked her, made her suck you off and even made her cum a couple of times and then fucked me in front of her. And I might add, fucked me very well, making me cum and, I believe, you came again too didn't you? All in a public place. You just don't give a damn do you." "You still haven't answered my question." "Damn you are tough aren't you," she said smiling, then her voice became soft almost shy, "I was hoping...," she paused and then said, "I want you to treat me like you treat Cindy. I really need that from a man." "Funny, I wouldn't have figured you to be the type. You are self sufficient, a former dominatrix, probably bisexual. You did make her lick your pussy, a very beautiful pussy I might add. Was that for show or do you like a little pussy along with a cock?" "No it wasn't just for show, but I wanted you to know that about me. You did like it didn't you?" "Yeah, it was nice for a change, but when it comes to three-ways I never intend to be the odd man out if you know what I mean." "You see, when I was domming, sometimes other women asked me to dominate them. Pretty soon I found that I liked it. I am no lesbian, but I do get off on making some hot piece of tail like Cindy tongue fuck me. Most guys like to watch too and I really, really want to please you. Are you serious about her? "Cindy just needs a man like me right now. I doubt she'll stay with me forever. She just has some things she needs to work out." "I'll bet she is some fucked up chick and you intend to fuck her up even more don't you," she said smirking, almost sadistically, like it would please her to she Cindy fucked up. "Listen, Cindy wants everything I do to her. She had a pretty fucked up home life." "Tell me what happened to her, mine wasn't so great either." "I would rather talk about you. How does an attractive, smart business woman keep from settling down with a family." "I married young, my ex-husband is in the federal pen. He has ten more years on a twenty year sentence. I have a kid, a boy thirteen, he lives with my Mom in Lafayette. What I have here is no life for him. Besides my Mom and I don't get along to well. She tried to take him away when I was a dominatrix. She and I have never gotten along too well. She wasn't much of a mother. She started fucking around on my biological father when I was just three. She had me when she was just seventeen. I can still remember sitting on the back porch listening to her moaning as she was inside fucking some guy. My dad left and she finally married some Cajun. . I am half Scottish and half Italian. I get my looks from my mother and my father, the fair skin from my mom and the dark hair from my father," she said as though her mind was somewhere else, looking toward the window. Then she looked at me. "Damn talking to you is making me so hot. I don't even know your name, but I know I want to be your fucking slave. Let me just suck your cock. I swear I'll suck it deep and I would love to swallow it all too." All this seemed a little too good to be true, but then neither of us were exactly amateurs. "Okay, strip," I said. "Everything?" "Yes, every damn stitch. I want to see how much you want me to treat you like Cindy, I am going to find out how much you want to please me. I am going to see how much of a slut I can make you be. Do you understand?" "Yes, god yes," she said frantically fumbling with her buttons and finally her zipper. "I am so glad you came back. I need this so bad. It makes me so damn hot to hear you talk like that." Once she stripped I told her to stand in front of me. I fiddled with her clit ring. It made her hips squirm. I lightly took one finger and traced the edges of her inner pussy lips. They hung outside the outer lips. They were dark red and swollen. My finger caused her juices to run out of her. A wet pussy never lies, she was hot as hell. I rang my wet finger over her clit and she just opened her legs giving me more access. "Okay, darling get on your knees, you know what to do." Brenda unbuckled my belt, sliding it off reverently and then more quickly pulled down my zipper and unsnapped my pants. In no time she had my cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily, her tongue swirling around the head of it. She was good. Some women will suck cock, some won't, and some just plain love it. Brenda loved it. She looked up at me, her cheeks hollow from sucking. It was almost like a little girl trying to please her daddy. She let the saliva run down the side and took her hand and began to stroke it, then she took her other hand from my balls and began to rub between my scrotum and anus. "Do you like that?" she asked. I knodded yes. She looked beautiful on her knees, completely naked. She had a hourglass figure. I loved the way the rings in her nipples and cunt hung down. I wondered if the pain of having them pulled and stretched would turn her on. Then she took that hand and wet her fingers in her mouth and pushed them against my asshole. It was too much. I could feel myself cumming. Still stroking my cock she put her mouth down on the head of my dick and sucked my cum down into her mouth. I came harder than I expected. She wasn't kidding she really did seem to want to please me. If you really want to please a guy nothing lets him know like a really enthusiastic blow job. "Get up, set in my lap." Brenda stood up between my legs and sat down in my lap. I put my arm around her waist as she leaned her head on my shoulder. I rested my other hand on her thigh, just an inch or so from her pussy. "That was very nice Brenda. You are a very good girl aren't you?" I had a hunch about her and I figured I would play it out. "I try to be. Did I do a good job?" she asked in the voice of a little girl. I moved my fingers closer to her pussy. "You did a very good job. Are you always so good?" She was quiet. I began to lightly brush my finger against her swollen clit. It was sticking out obviously. She opened her legs giving me more access. I repeated my question. "Are you always so good?" "Nooooo, not always," she whined like a child. She was getting into the scene now. "I see, maybe you need to be punished sometimes." "You mean like you did to Cindy, with a belt." "Yes dear, and other ways as well." I began to finger her in earnest now. She was humping my hand desperately trying to cum. "I see what you mean now Brenda, you are such a greedy slut. Just look at you. Your pussy shaved like a whore, humping my hand trying to get off. Your are really bad Brenda, the way you made Cindy lick your pussy while she was tied up. That was really bad Brenda. That pussy gets you in all sorts of trouble doesn't it?" "Yes, yes it does." "You have no idea how much trouble you are in now Brenda, now that you have met me. I will make you mine. You will belong to me now. Do you understand?" I was finger fucking her hard, she was starting to cum and she screamed out. "Yes, yes, I will belong to you. I will be yours. You can make me do anything you want." She squeezed her legs and came on my fingers sitting in my lap. I was afraid the old guy would hear her but at the moment I didn't care. Brenda was sweating, panting, she came really hard. My hunch was right. I just thought I would give her a little taste of some age play. Now I would figure out how to give her some more and maybe find out what else she was about as well.