0 comments/ 158061 views/ 14 favorites Breaking In My Friend's Girl Ch. 01 By: Michael Herrick Bill and I have been friends for several years, having met at the local beach. We share an interest in handball, sailing, and beautiful women. When we have girlfriends, we often socialize as a group. When without regular companionship, we hunt for women together at the local hot spots. We have an easy friendship and shared sense of humor that appeals to many women, more than one of whom has asked us to fulfill their fantasy for a threesome. Although similar in many ways, Bill and I have our differences. For example, our sexual proclivities are varied. We are each open minded and experimental, but differ in our particular kinks. I enjoy dominating women and bringing out their submissive side, while Bill is more of a traditional lover. But this has never gotten in the way of our friendship, or in our partaking of the same woman together. Bill's latest girlfriend, Gretchen, seemed to bring out his romantic side even more. She was a young looking 23, small, slim, and blonde. They often jogged together at sunset, waving as they passed my beach house. They would visit to watch the sunset from my balcony and have a glass of wine. Bill seemed quite taken with Gretchen, and I wondered if she would turn out to be "the one" for him. Although I liked Gretchen, I felt that she was just a bit self-important at times. She was quite beautiful, and knew it. Blessed with a sleek, firm body, she chose to show it off with carefully picked clothes. However, she had a habit of covering up if she felt a man's eyes wandering too much. And at times, she clearly showed an expectation of doting treatment from Bill. All in all, nothing unusual from a bright and pretty young woman - but not something I would have put up with for long. In a way, I was slightly embarrassed for Bill that he catered to her whims more often than not. One evening after their jog Bill and Gretchen came to my house with a rented movie. I remember thinking to myself, "Gretchen sure looks fetchin' in that outfit." She wore a thin half-top with spaghetti straps, a pair of cutoff shorts, and sneakers with no socks. Freshly showered, she looked good and smelled better. She reclined against Bill on the couch while I popped "Eyes Wide Shut" into the DVD player. Throughout the film Bill and Gretchen exchanged a few smiles, and remained snuggled up together. But her expression turned cloudy at the orgy scene. We discussed the film after it ended. "I can't believe those women would allow themselves to be... USED like that. They were just the pawns, playthings for those men. And I don't care if they WERE paying them - that was sexual slavery." "You don't seem to mind when I boss you around a bit," replied Bill with a grin. "Oh, like when you ask for ranch dressing instead of blue cheese? You're soooo mean to me," Gretchen said sarcastically. "But seriously, it's different. I could say no to you if I wanted to, even about small things like that. And there would be NOTHING you could do about it." I remained impassive as I listened to the exchange, but Bill's expression had changed. "Oh? You think you could say 'no' to me without any consequences if I were serious?" he asked. She sniffed at him and smirked. It was an expression I'd often seen from women who were used to having men at their beck and call. Bill regarded her with interest but no sign of anger, and then turned to me. "You know," he said conversationally, "for all of Gretchen's bravado, she's really quite obedient with me. I think it's because she loves me more than she realizes." I raised an eyebrow. This was out of character for Bill. I'd never heard him speak of a girlfriend in the third person while she was still in the room. He laced his fingers around his knee, and continued speaking as if he were telling an amusing story. "You should see her when we're alone. She's actually meek as a mouse. But when we're out, she feels she has to show the world that she's in charge or something." Gretchen began to contradict him, and I was shocked as Bill snapped his head around and sharply rapped out, "QUIET! I'm talking to Michael." His stare was icy, and Gretchen froze with her mouth hanging open, her protest quickly forgotten. Bill turned back to me and continued pleasantly. "The other day we were in bed, and after we finished doing it she was saying how much she loves me and how she would do anything to keep me." Gretchen's eyes got wide, but she said nothing. Bill faced her again and said to me, "I think it's time we find out if she was telling the truth." "Gretchen dear, there's something you don't know about Michael here. He treats his women a bit differently than I do. He doesn't put up with a lot of nonsense, right, Mike?" Now on familiar ground, I smiled slightly and nodded to Gretchen. Bill was trying to intimidate her, and I saw no reason not to help. I find uppity women distasteful, no matter how ornamental they are. "And I'm wondering if he can't help me find out just how much you really do want to hold on to me. What do you say, Mike?" "Be glad to Bill," I said, looking Gretchen in the eye. "Whatever you need." Bill stood up and looked down at his disbelieving girlfriend. She tried another approach. "Look honey, I didn't mean to upset you. If you want me to tone down..." Bill cut her off. "Listen, HONEY," he said with a slight sneer. "If I were you I would just keep quiet. Bill, I'm going to head home and get to bed early. I'd consider it a big favor to me if you would find out just how much she wants to stay with me. Feel free to use whatever... methods... you usually use with your women. No holds barred, and feel free to enjoy yourself too. Call me tomorrow with the verdict, OK?" I smiled inwardly as if I had just won the lottery. "Will do." I cast a glance at Gretchen. She looked about to cry. "My pleasure, in fact." Gretchen's shoulders heaved slightly as Bill walked over and took her chin in his hand. He said, "Make me proud," turned away and strode forcefully to the door. Gretchen's eyes followed; he did not look back. I remained seated, legs crossed, as she watched her fiancé leave. She flinched visibly when the door shut. Gretchen turned toward me and smiled weakly. "He's just mad. I shouldn't have teased him..." "No, you shouldn't have. But don't worry, I'm not angry with you." She let out a breath. "Because I know you won't disappoint him further by being difficult. You're going to be a good girl for me. Stand up." Her eyes shot up. "Wha-" "Did you hear what I said?" "Yes, but..." "But nothing. Do you want him to stay with you? Do you?" She was near tears, but nodded her head weakly. "Then you're going to be good for me, and tomorrow I'll tell him so." She was muttering to herself, chest heaving. "Oh my God. I can't... I can't... do this..." Then to me, "Look, I'll go spend the night in a hotel. And tomorrow you can just tell him everything is straightened out, right?" "I have no intention of lying to my best friend. So it's entirely up to you what I tell him tomorrow. He asked me to find out how badly you want to stay with him, and that's what I'm going to do. Now come here." Gretchen stared at the floor in front of her in disbelief. I called her name once more and got no response. This was just about enough. With a swift, but unhurried movement I had her ponytail in my hand and jerked her head back, forcing her to look at me. With my other hand I picked up the phone, and then spoke in my most menacing voice. "Do you want me to call Bill and tell him not to come back for you tomorrow? DO YOU?" She shook her head frantically. "Nooooo! But..." "Then be quiet and pay attention." Gretchen gazed up at me and came to a decision. She lowered her eyes and then nodded in resignation. I released my hold on her hair and gently cupped her cheek. "Be a good girl for me and you'll have him back. Better than ever." And you'll know how to behave, I thought to myself. Gretchen stood and I gestured toward the middle of the room. She stood with hands in her pockets, shoulders slumped. "Stand up straight please." She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and obeyed. I walked around her slowly, not yet touching her. " As Bill said, I have some experience in this area. And I've found it's helpful to demonstrate the rules to my little sluts before they get themselves into trouble." Her head snapped around at the word 'slut'. "Yes, I said 'slut'. And that's just what you're going to be for me - a good little slut. Or I make a phone call. Understand?" She squeezed her eyes shut, and nodded. "Good. Now drop your pants." Again, her eyes snapped up to me, her mouth open in silent protest. I counted silently to three, shrugged, and moved to pick up the phone. "OK, OK!" she said as she undid the buttons on her cutoffs. I replaced the receiver down as she slid the denim from her shapely legs. No underwear. "Heh. Should have known." She reddened, and her breathing intensified as she dropped the shorts to her ankles and started to step out of them. "No, no. Stand still." I had discovered long ago that a woman standing dressed except for pants around her ankles feels more naked than with no clothes at all. My cock hardened in my pants as I watched her squirm in embarrassment. Now we were ready for some fun. Cautioning her to remain still, I walked into my bedroom and retrieved an item from my closet. When I returned I saw that Gretchen had made an effort to compose herself and was standing up straight, attempting to maintain an air of dignity - if such a thing is possible when your pants are around your ankles. The facade lasted until I crossed in front of her with the riding crop. "What -" "- is this? It's a riding crop. You know - like they use on horses. I bought this one from a real tack shop. Rebecca used to say said it feels very... authentic." Gretchen's eyes widened in fear. "Lace your hands behind your head." She froze. "Do it now," I said in my calm-but-menacing voice. Her hands shot up to her head and she started trembling. I began walking around her in a tight circle. "As I said, I find it helps to show a slut like you what to expect. Now - if you behave yourself and do what you're told, everything will be fine. You might even get to have an orgasm, although that's not likely tonight. If you don't behave, I'll punish you. Here's what punishment feels like." Aiming for her right buttock, I swung the leather crop at about half strength. Gretchen screeched and started to bring her hands down to shield against further blows, then thought better of it and returned them to her head. Walking around her again, I found her glaring at me with her face clenched in pain. "That wasn't my hardest, by the way. But I'd bet good money that you'll find out how hard I can do it by the end of the night." Actually I knew that it was unlikely I would need to carry out that threat. The biggest stick I carried was her devotion to Bill. But the crop certainly gets a slut's attention, which saves time. She nodded and started to lower her hands. I tapped her on the elbow with the crop. "Keep 'em up." Another glare, but she obeyed quickly. Tossing the crop on the couch, I strolled around Gretchen and admired her body. So slim and perfect. The small ring in her belly button called attention to an abdomen that appeared to have been carved from stone. The small of her back curved into a luscious, tight bottom. I reached out and patted the angry welt from the crop. She sucked in a breath and twisted slightly. "Quiet please", I said. Next I ran my hands around her front and slowly up her shirt to find perky, B-sized breasts, as firm as I'd ever felt. I nibbled her ear as my fingers twisted her nipples, softly at first. She sighed, and at that moment I pinched her hard little buds cruelly. Her knees buckled and she stifled a growl of pain. "Bear it for me", I said as I twisted and pinched. She nodded, sweat beginning to form on her brow. Pulling my hands out from under my shirt, I strode to my desk for my digital camera. Coming up behind Gretchen, I told her to close her eyes. Fingers still laced behind her head, she obeyed. "I'm going to take your elbow and lead you to the sofa. Keep your eyes closed. If you open them before I tell you to, we will have a serious problem." "OK." SWISH - CRACK! The crop came down on her ass and she cried out. Speaking directly into her ear I said, "I'm sure you meant 'Yes, sir.'" "Yessir!" "That still wasn't as hard as I can do it. Put your arms down." She lowered her arms and I roughly took her elbow to pull her toward my sofa. She shuffled awkwardly with the shorts still around her ankles. "When I say 'go', I want you to step out of those shorts and sit down. Then we're going to have what I call "pussy inspection". You will lean back and spread your legs wide so I can look at you. Don't open your eyes. Understand?" She nodded yes, looking like she was about to cry. "Go." Gretchen dropped the cutoffs from her foot, turned and felt for the couch. Her face revealed abject humiliation as she sat back and slowly opened her legs. I could see she shaved, except for a racing stripe. Not enough pink though. "Wider," I said. Breathing heavily she spread wider, pulling on the backs of her knees. Now I could see the pink, and it was glistening. I let her stay like that for a minute, saying nothing. She heard me taking the lens off the camera and opened her eyes. Gretchen snapped her legs shut and exclaimed, "Oh no! You're not taking pictures of me!" I didn't move except to slowly look at her over raised eyebrows. "All right. Nobody's forcing you to do anything. You have a choice. Here." I tossed her the phone. Gretchen looked at me warily as she punched in Bill's number and held the phone to her ear. "Bill! It's me. I can't believe what this asshole is making me... What? No! But I have to tell you, he wants to take PHOTOS of me and... What? Well, not yet. Um... OK." Using one hand to cover herself with her shorts, she weakly held up the phone to me. "He, um... Bill wants to talk to you." "Thanks," I said as I took the phone from her. "Hello Bill... Yeah, she is... Well, I told her she has a choice - you know me, I don't go in for that silly bondage stuff... Right... Yeah, that's what I said... What? No, just the shorts... No, not yet... OK... OK... Right, will do. Talk to you later." Gretchen stared uncomprehendingly. "What did he say?" "Come with me", I interrupted, striding from the room and into my study. She followed, hopping on one foot as she pulled up her shorts. I stopped in front of my computer and motioned for her lean over and look at the monitor. She eyed the crop in my right hand warily. "Oh, don't worry - no cropping for now. Just look at the screen." She sat down in my chair just in time to see the chat program come up. Bill had logged on and selected a large font for his message: *GRETCHEN, send me a picture of your pussy in the next five minutes or we're finished.* It was difficult for me to maintain my stern demeanor and not laugh as I saw the series of emotions pile up on her face: Surprise, anger, fear, humiliation. And then, looking up at me, resignation. That rapidly turned back into fear as the computer beeped with another message from Bill: *The five minutes have already started.* Gretchen stared blankly at the screen. I smiled, tossed her the camera, and began walking into the living room. Over my shoulder I called out, "I'll be in the living room. I'd say you have about four minutes now." Gretchen must have come to a quick decision, because I heard her scramble out of the chair noisily. She arrived in the living room clutching the camera in one hand and pulling off her shorts with the other, nearly falling over in the process. I took the camera from her as she finally succeeded in removing her shorts. Gretchen then threw herself back on the couch and opened her legs. "Well? Take the picture!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, what exactly would you like me to do?" I asked pleasantly. "I want you to take the picture." "Of what" She hesitated. "Of my... of me with my legs open." I shook my head. "Try again." She huffed and said, "Take a picture of my... pussy." "Slutty pussy," I corrected. "Say it. Time is ticking. And think carefully about how you phrase it." With the humiliation apparent on her face, she said slowly, "Please sir, would you take a picture of my... slutty pussy?" "That's better." Click. "Spread wider." Click. "Spread it open with your fingers." Click. "Put one finger inside and look up here." Click. I then took her elbow and propelled her back into the study. Sitting down at the computer, I motioned for Gretchen to sit on my lap. She did so with reluctance. I explained to her how to upload the images from the camera to the computer, and in turn how to send them to Bill. While she did this I slid my hands under her shirt to play with her breasts. She bit her lip but didn't attempt to stop me. Bill's message soon appeared on the screen: *I almost didn't think you were going to make it. Good pictures. What's happening now?* While sliding my hands between her legs, I prompted Gretchen to reply. She began typing: *I'm sitting on his lap, and he's touching me.* I reached up and squeezed her nipples hard. "Uh uh. You can do better than that." She shrieked and used the backspace before retyping: *I'm sitting on his lap and he's touching my pussy. I'm trying to be good.* "Much better," I said, returning one hand to her soft folds. Bill then typed: *See to it you are. Have you touched his cock yet?* Gretchen typed 'no'. *Well get on with it. Send me at least five more pictures (his choice, not yours). I'll see you in the morning. Show us both you can be GOOD!* She turned her head to smile meekly at me. I smiled back, and then grabbed her hair roughly. Shoving her to her knees in front of me with one hand, I unzipped myself with the other. She began to cry. She looked up at me imploringly when I told her to take it out. She was quite beautiful in that moment, but I have the experience not to be swayed too easily. "Don't make me tell you again," I said, menacingly. Sobbing, she began to dig my cock out of my pants. When she had it out I ordered her to put her hands behind her back and keep them there. Holding her in place with one hand, I began slapping her tearstained face with my cock. Not hard, not to make it hurt. But rather, to bring home the situation to her. A slap on the cheek, then I'd rub it around her face. Another slap, then rub it against her lips. Her skin was very smooth. I repeated this for a few minutes, and her tears gradually slowed. She was beginning to accept her place was on her knees. Cautioning her to stay still, I used the hand that had been holding her hair to pick up the camera. I carefully placed my cock along her cheek and framed the shot. "Look up here," I said before pressing the button. "Again..." Click. "OK, this time smile..." She produced a weak, halfhearted smile, which suited me just fine. Click. "Good, now open wide," I said while pushing her mouth over my cock. I leaned back in my chair to enjoy the feel of Gretchen's warm, reluctant mouth on my cock. It is truly sublime to receive pleasure from a coerced, unwilling woman, and I savored the feeling for several minutes before grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth with my cock. "Relax your mouth and breath through your nose," I said when she spluttered in discomfort. Gretchen's lips felt like velvet as they slid up and down my cock. I had put the camera back on the desk, and used my free hand to squeeze her nipples cruelly. She whimpered in pain around my cock, causing it to harden even more. Breaking In My Friend's Girl Ch. 01 When I released her, Gretchen pulled back sharply and took a big breath. Not giving her time to object, I grabbed her wrist and put her hand on my cock. I started her on a stroking motion as I picked up the camera again. "OK, here's the drill: You are going to stroke me until I come. When I tell you I'm close, you are going to put your face right in front of it. Mouth closed, eyes open, and you're going to make it come all over your face. Don't flinch or make silly expressions, or I'll use the crop on you. Got it?" Gretchen scowled, nodded, and continued stroking. I leaned back and took a few more pictures, prompting her once to lick her hand for more lubrication. That made a nice photo. I put the camera down as I began to get close, and instructed Gretchen to go a little faster. The scowl never left her face as she stroked me, while I smiled pleasantly at her. At one point I patted her on the head and told her she was doing a good job. "OK, I'm close. Remember, get it all on your face and stay still." With one last angry look Gretchen hunched down until my cock was pointed right at her face, and then relaxed her features. She kept stroking as my cock grew stiffer and my balls tightened. I heard one small whimper from her as I began to shoot on her face. She kept stroking and I kept coming. A shot on the forehead, both cheeks, on her nose, and all over her mouth. Finally I began to wind down, watching in satisfaction as the come began to drip from her chin. "Don't move," I said. Grabbing the camera, I took a series of shots while Gretchen remained on her knees. I could tell she desperately wanted to wipe herself off, but I warned her to leave it. I took a few shots with my cock next to her face, and a few close-ups. I made her smile for several shots. It took a few attempts for her to make it look genuine. Finally, I had Gretchen scoop the come off her face and lick it from her fingers. I continued to take photos and make helpful suggestions. When she was done I sent her to the bathroom to get me a warm washcloth. While she was doing that I sent a few of the better photos to Bill. Gretchen returned just in time to see his reply: *Outstanding! I really appreciate your doing this. Keep the pics coming!* "Oh, God..." Gretchen sobbed miserably. "Look, please just don't put those pictures..." "On the internet?" I interrupted. "I'll THINK about it." I crossed to my closet and rummaged around for a moment while Gretchen stood uncertainly in the center of the room. After a moment I tossed her a green school girl skirt. "Here - this belonged to... oh, I don't remember. Some girl I used to have once in a while. Put it on, we're going out. The shirt you're wearing is fine." She looked down at her shirt, "But it's got... It's stained." I shrugged and said, "That's what you're wearing. The skirt, two shoes, and your shirt - stains and all. Let's go." I deliberately didn't give her time to wash her face. END OF PART I Breaking In My Friend's Girl Ch. 02 Gretchen squirmed in the passenger seat as we drove across town. The fact that I had ordered her to pull up the skirt and spread her legs during the ride probably had something to do with it. That, and my habit of pulling up next to trucks and SUV's so the drivers could ogle her. Oh, and I had the car's top down. In any case, she was mortified. But she was now behaving properly in my view, mostly out of fear that I would give a bad report to Bill afterward. It had been made clear that that would effectively end her relationship, so she was pretty much mine to do with as I pleased for the night. Talking on cel phones while driving is illegal in my state, so I handed it to Gretchen and gave her a number. "Ask for Sarah and explain who you are. Then tell her we're on our way and that we'll be there in about twenty minutes." Gretchen dialed and put the phone to her ear just as I stopped at a red light next to a Ford Explorer. She tried to hunker down behind the seat to avoid the driver's open mouthed stare, and then said into the phone, "Um, hello Sarah? My name is Gretchen and I'm with Michael. I guess we're coming over to where you are and... what?" She reddened and then said, "Um, yeah I guess he is... did he what?" She glared at me, and then said angrily, "Yes, he did... Um, about twenty minutes... Yeah, you too." "What did she ask you?" She gave me an angry glare and then said, "She asked if you came on my face." I laughed and said, "Sarah knows me well. But she's a good girl, and takes it happily. Knows her place, you see." "Whatever." I let her have her moment of petulance. Of course, I knew what was coming. Soon we pulled up in front of a neat ranch style house, and I held the door open for Gretchen to step out. She smoothed her skirt and looked suspiciously at this act of courtesy. How little she understands, I thought. I'm never rude to a girl - I just expect her to learn her place and be good. The door opened as we climbed the steps to reveal a grinning Sarah. She was wearing low slung jeans and a spaghetti strap top. She was trim and beautiful, with her long brown hair done in pigtails. "I'm glad you emailed when you did - I was going to go out, but I cancelled my plans when you told me what you were bringing over. So this is her?" I nodded and reached for Sarah. She leaned her cheek into my hand and smiled at me. "Good to see you, sir. It's been a while." Gretchen head came up at the 'sir'. "It has," I said as we moved into the living room. "You look great. Been behaving yourself?" Sarah blushed attractively. "Well... mostly." As if on cue, the bathroom door opened and out walked a well-built young man. He looked up surprised, and then recognition crossed his face. "Hey Mike!" he exclaimed, offering his hand. We shook and I said, "Tom, nice to see you! How are you enjoying Sarah?" He grinned. "Outstanding! Man, I can't thank you enough. She's everything you said she was." "I'm glad. She's a good girl." Sarah blushed again at this. "This is Gretchen. She's the girl of a friend of mine. I'm helping her learn to behave tonight." Tom looked closely at Gretchen, who seemed to be making an intense effort to blend in with a nearby bookcase. Then a look of astonishment took over his features and his voice went high pitched as he exclaimed, "Gretchen! Holy shit! Mike, Gretchen and I went to college together!" I inclined my head at Gretchen and said, "Really?" Tom continued, "Yeah! I even tried to get in her pants one night at a party. But she had this boyfriend who wouldn't leave her alone for more than ten seconds at a time." Smiling broadly I said to Tom, "Well! This is your lucky night then! Want a piece of her?" Gretchen cringed. Tom looked pained. "Aww man, I'd LOVE to! But Sarah just about wore me out this afternoon, and now I've got to go tend bar." Gretchen brightened at this slightly, but her relief was short lived because Tom asked, "But, could I have a quick look?" "Absolutely," I replied, giving Gretchen a small shove toward him. Tom walked around her over for a moment while Sarah watched, her hand covering her mouth. She looked like she was about to bust out laughing. Gretchen however, did not. She stood stock still, took shallow breaths, but her eyes darted about as if she were preparing to bolt. He said to her, "Lift your arms Gretch." She looked at him as if he were crazy, and I immediately lifted her skirt to give her a hard slap. "Hey, he just gave you an order! Follow it as you would one from me... or from Bill." Gretchen's eyes dropped as she thought of Bill, then she raised her arms above her head. Tom went around behind her, pressed against her body, and slid his hands up the front of her shirt. "Mmmm, I always knew she had sweet little ones." Tom continued fondling her for a moment, and finished by lifting her skirt to look at her pussy and briefly insert a finger. Gretchen appeared to endure it with effort. He then slapped her on the ass and said to me, "Thanks Mike! Always wondered what she felt like. Have fun tonight. Are you taking pictures?" I said I was and Tom smiled. "Great! Can't wait to see them. Got to go. Later!" Sarah and I bid Tom a good evening and he departed. I then walked over to Sarah who began to sink to her knees in front of me. I caught her shoulders and lifted her back up. "Sarah, you've always been good for me and Tom, so you're going to get a special treat. Of course you still must follow directions, but tonight you get to give some orders too." Sarah's eyes darted to Gretchen and she smiled with excitement. "Really?" I nodded and she kissed me. "Ooh, you are a wicked man. Can I crop her too?" I shrugged, handed her the crop and said, "Sure, if she isn't good." Gretchen had merely been humiliated up to this point. But she was now terrified, and with good reason. She instinctively understood that a man being forceful with her was one thing, but that a woman with power over another woman was something to fear. Especially a woman who knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a riding crop. Sarah bounced the crop against her palm and glared at Sarah with narrow eyes. "Fuckin' cool." Gretchen looked to me, obviously hoping for protection. I smiled amiably at her and said, "Strip." She did so, reluctantly, as Sarah and I watched. When she stood naked before us, I told her to kneel down. When Gretchen hesitated, Sarah brought the crop down sharply on her ass. "He said on your knees, you little bitch!" This brought a yelp, and resulted in our reluctant young lady dropping sharply to her knees where she belonged. Sarah circled her, clearly looking for the slightest excuse to use the crop again. It's amazing what happens when you turn an otherwise docile sub loose on another of her gender. They can be vicious. However, I reflected that Sarah had certainly earned the privilege, having endured her share of kisses from the crop. I decided to let her run with it for the moment. "So how did you become his slut?" Gretchen was trembling as she answered, "It's kind of a long story..." CRACK! The crop came down again, this time on Gretchen's left thigh. Then Sarah bent down to get right in her face and growled, "Find a way to make it short, bitch." She stood up, continuing to give Gretchen a vicious stare. Sarah then resumed her tight circle, pausing to give me a big bright smile when she was behind Gretchen's back. She was enjoying this. Gretchen began talking quickly to avoid another swat. "My boyfriend Bill is Michael's friend and..." CRACK! Gretchen shrieked as the crop fell on her exposed back. Sarah bellowed, "You call him 'Sir' or 'Master'!" "All right!" CRACK! This time on the shoulder. "And I'm 'Mistress'." "Yes, Mistress!" She paused, and then continued. "Bill is... Master's friend. Bill asked Master to find out if I can be good for him, and behave." "I see," said Sarah. She turned to me and asked, "Has she been good so far?" "More or less. Once she got her priorities settled." "Looks like a little slut to me." With that she swung the crop once more, this time leaving another red mark on Gretchen's back. She took it with a screech, but managed to keep from moving. "Was she any good at sucking your cock?" "Not bad. I've had better." "Let's see what she can do with a pussy." Gretchen began to sob at that announcement, but Sarah was undeterred. She grabbed a fistful of Gretchen's blonde hair and led her on hands and knees to the couch. Sarah addressed Gretchen as she began peeling off her jeans. "OK slut, you're going to get me off now. If you can do it in less than five minutes I WON'T give you another 20 with the crop." I lifted the camera as she flopped back on the couch, opened her legs, and pulled Gretchen's face to her sex. I clicked just as Gretchen pulled away in disgust. She looked up at Sarah with horror. "Oh, I forgot to warn you about Tom's spunk. He finished inside me just before you got here. My bad." I helped her this time as she pulled Gretchen's face down. I resumed taking photos when I was sure Gretchen was securely ensconced in Sarah's pussy. For her part, Sarah was having a ball. She smiled brightly up at me as I worked the camera, pausing every so often to threaten Gretchen in a menacing voice. At one point I had her hold Gretchen's head up for the camera so I could clearly capture her face next to Sarah's pussy. It went a lot longer than five minutes, so I knew another cropping was in the near future. "Oh, Michael! I'm so glad you brought this little slut over for me to play with. Ohhh, she's doing pretty well down there." Sarah then extended the crop out for me. "I'm going to come soon - could you give her a few when I do?" "Sure", I said, accepting the crop. Gretchen whimpered and would have pulled away, but Sarah had her fist entangled in her hair. "Tell me when." "Soon! Start slow and then go faster, OK? Oh! Lick faster bitch!" I admired Gretchen's ass as I took my position behind her. Using about half strength I swung the crop, timing my strikes to Sarah's moans. As Sarah got louder I added strength and frequency to my blows. She seemed to enjoy Gretchen's whimpering into her pussy. Suddenly Sarah tensed, and obviously began to come. I brought the crop down hard as she rode her orgasm out. Sarah released Gretchen's head as she came down. Gretchen looked as if she'd just eaten a sour grape. "Can I have some water?" Recovering from her exertion, Sarah glared daggers at Gretchen and said, "Honey, I'm gifted with second sight. And it's telling me now that your little ass is going to hurt for two weeks if you don't start addressing him properly." I tossed the crop over to Sarah, and Gretchen quickly said, "Please sir, may I have some water?" "Sure, go ahead. And bring us some too. But don't put any clothes on." Gretchen rose and slinked miserably into the kitchen. Then I sat next to Sarah and explained what I had in mind for the rest of the evening. She agreed - or rather, she acknowledged her instructions. I customarily phrased orders to her as requests because she had earned such treatment over time. When Gretchen returned with two bottles of water I had her bring them to us on her knees. Sarah accepted her bottle and then snuggled into my shoulder. "This is such a treat Michael. Thank you." "You've earned it", I said truthfully. "Hmmm, thanks. Now lemme see here..." Sarah then reached out and grabbed Gretchen's nipples. She squeezed and twisted them, enjoying the whimpers this treatment brought. Reaching downward, she ran a hand between Gretchen's legs. "Oh my God! She's wetter than lake in a rainstorm!" "Really?" I said. "Are you wet Gretchen? Are you excited?" Looking down, she meekly said, "Yes." "What a slut!" exclaimed Sarah. I smiled. "Now here's the plan for tonight Sarah. I haven't been inside her yet, so in a little while you can help me fuck her. But I want her cleaned up a bit first. Gretchen, go take a shower, and then come back out here. But no clothes." "OK." CRACK! "I mean 'yes sir'!" Sarah said, "I think I'll go supervise." I nodded, and she led Gretchen off to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running as I watched TV. Also some moans, some wet slaps, and a few short screams. Sarah led Gretchen back into the room about forty-five minutes later. She had put a collar around Gretchen's neck, and was holding a leash attached to it. Gretchen's eyes were down as Sarah led her in front of me and had her kneel there. "Her pussy's still wet", said Sarah. "I fingered her a bit, but I didn't let her come." "You're a natural at this", I said. "OK, I think I'm ready for the main event." I nodded to Sarah and she took control of the situation for me. First she undid my pants and pulled out my cock. Then she used the leash to pull Gretchen's face to it. "Get him hard so he can use your little pussy." Gretchen whimpered as she sucked me for the second time that day. Sarah joined her every so often, giving me the sublime pleasure of feeling two girls' tongues on my cock. But mostly she guided Gretchen's head up and down roughly as she sucked, while gently stroking my balls at the same time. In the back of my mind I was impressed with this display of multi-tasking. When she judged me hard enough Sarah announced to Gretchen, "That's enough. On your back." The blonde slut remained on her knees with her face screwed up in anger at this treatment from another girl. Sarah impatiently pulled the leash backwards to guide Gretchen to the floor. Then she kicked her legs apart. I shucked my pants and took my place between Gretchen's legs. Sarah held the leash tight with one hand and reached for my cock with the other. "Allow me," she said, as she guided my cock to Gretchen's sex. Then addressing Gretchen she said, "Keep your legs spread wide, hands clasped above your head, and shut up." My cock was spreading Gretchen's lips, and as she tearfully put her hands over her head I looked her in the eyes and smiled. "Good girl." Then I pushed it in. Hard. Gretchen gasped and her eyes opened wide, but she was unable to move far because of Sarah's tight grip on the leash. She was wet and snug, and I took her in deep strokes. Each time I pushed in I enjoyed the wince on Gretchen's face. Probably more from shame than pain, as she was quite wet. Sarah grinned at me as I fucked the girl beneath her. We had shared a lot, and this was a culmination of sorts for us. Impulsively she leaned in and kissed me deeply. Then she began twisting Gretchen's nipples, making her squirm beneath me. I reveled in the sensations of the two girls. After a few minutes of this I pulled out. Sarah anticipated my next desire and began positioning Gretchen on hands and knees. She handed me the leash as I entered Gretchen from behind, and then went to fetch the camera. I pulled on the leash to keep Gretchen's head up while I plowed into her, allowing Sarah to get some good photos of the humiliated expression on her face. In a short while I felt the need to come. I motioned to Sarah to take the leash so I could hold Gretchen's hips with both hands. Gretchen grunted with my thrusts as I picked up the pace. Sarah warned Gretchen to hold still for me so I could come inside her. With a final hard thrust I tightened my grip and Sarah held the leash tightly. Gretchen whimpered as I began to unload inside her. I came hard with my penis pressed up against Gretchen's cervix - five strong spurts. Sarah made sure Gretchen remained motionless while I came down from my orgasm. After I pulled out Sarah pushed Gretchen onto her back again, then went into the kitchen. She returned a moment later with a hand towel. Throwing it carelessly onto Gretchen's body she said, "Here, clean yourself up. Now you know what it feels like to be used like a slut. Better get used to it."