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Subject: {ASSM} Molly_and_her_Mistress - Scene_1 (FDom Ffm spank BDSM)
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Smack!
Mistress's hand comes down hard on Molly's upturned buttock.
Molly jerks as pain shoots through her, but her tight bondage leaves
her little room to move.
Mistress pauses for a moment, admiring the bright pink hand print
forming on Molly's pale skin.
Molly shivers in anticipation. She has been waiting, naked and
restrained, for so long and the smack has come unexpectedly, catching
her completely off guard. But she knows another will be delivered any
time now.
Mistress raises her hand high once more and brings it down, hard, on
Molly's other cheek.
The impact races through Molly's body forcing a yelp from her mouth.
Mistress pauses, not at all pleased. Slowly she steps back towards
Molly's head and leans down to whisper into her ear. "Will I have to
gag you?"
Molly clamps her lips tightly closed and shakes her head in a definite
"No". Her blond hair flying from side to side.
"Are you sure?" Mistress' bright red lips barely move, her breath is
hot against Molly's chilled ear.
Molly nods her head in a vigorous "Yes".
"OK, then. We shall continue without any more interruption," Mistress
straightens up. The click of her stilettos echo in the bare basement
as she walks back to her position beside and sightly behind Molly.
Molly shivers once more.
Mistress smiles sweetly at the man who stands, transfixed, at the
bottom of the stairs on the other side of the basement. She turns back
to Molly and without any further interruptions delivers a rapid series
of hard smacks onto Molly's waiting buttocks.
The man had been surprised when the tall, dark haired woman had talked
to him in the bar. He had been even more surprised when she had
invited him home with her, "To have sex". He had been in such a state
of shock entering her house that he had not even noticed when she had
led him down into the basement, rather than upstairs to a bedroom. But
as he had reached the bottom of the basement stairs he had just
stopped, frozen in his tracks by the sight of the naked girl bent over
the table.
At first glance he didn't know what she was doing; then he realized
that the girl was bound with leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Her arms were pulled tight along the length of the table. Her body was
bent at the hips, with each of her ankles fastened to a table leg,
spreading her legs wide and leaving her cunt and anus on display. His
heart started to beat fast, his mouth went dry and his prick became as
hard as rock.
The woman had quietly slipped out of her coat, but left her leather
gloves on. Silently she had walked over to the table and stood beside
the girl's bottom.
The blindfolded girl lay still, unaware that anyone had entered the
room, or that the woman now stood beside her.
The woman had quickly raised her hand and brought it down hard,
putting her whole body behind the swing, onto the girl's buttock.
The girl had jerked in pain as the impact had raced through her body.
The man almost jumped out of his skin as woman's gloved hand impacted
on the girl's naked flesh.
The woman paused for a moment, waiting for the girl to settle, then
suddenly hit her again.
The girl let out a yelp.
The woman stopped, with her arm half raised, looking dissatisfied at
the girl. She had turned and walked to the girl's head. Leaning down
she had whispered in the girl's ear. The girl first shook her head,
then, after another whisper from the woman, had nodded vigorously to
the woman. The woman had stood up once more and walked back to the
girl's bottom. She had smiled at him for a moment, then turned back to
the girl and delivered a rapid series of hard smacks onto her
buttocks.
The man's prick throbbed as the woman laid into the girl, with smack,
after smack, after smack. With every smack his hips gave an
involuntary thrust. With each impact of the woman's leather clad hand
onto the girl's reddening buttocks his balls were tightened until he
felt that he could almost cum in his pants.
Molly was lost in a sea of sensations. All she knew was the impact of
her mistress's hand on her willing buttocks. The sharp stings building
a heavy heat deep inside. She did not know how long she had waited,
bound in the basement. She did not know where her mistress had gone or
what her mistress had done. She did not know that her mistress had
brought a visitor to her. All she had known was that she had been told
to wait and so she had waited in anticipation; her cunt ready and
waiting, dripping in need of whatever her mistress would decide to put
into it. And now Molly knew that the wait had ended and that soon her
mistress would fill her empty cunt. Molly knew the need to be filled
by her mistress. She knew each smack from her Mistress' hand added to
the need deep inside her. And she knew the deeper her need the higher
her release would be once her mistress gave it to her.
Mistress was an artist. And like any artist she knew exactly how to
work her materials to get the effect she wanted. She was exactly aware
of the effect her smacks were having on Molly. She was exactly aware
of the effect they were having on the man. Each sharp, discreet smack
added a little piece to the desire building inside each of them,
turning each person's desire into a need and growing their need into a
primeval compulsion. She could feel the lust building inside each of
them. She could feel it radiating from both her girl and the man she
had found to service her. She could almost see it in the air. And
steadily, with smack after smack, she brought their passion to a boil.
Waiting until just the right moment to fulfil their need. To fulfil
her need.
Mistress stops as suddenly as she had started. She turns to face the
man, "So, do you want to fuck her now?"
The only sound in the sudden silence are Molly's fast, ragged pants,
so soft they are almost sobs.
The man does not respond. He stands transfixed at the sight of Molly's
reddened buttocks and her moist cunt. Slowly he realizes that the
smacks have stopped. Then he realizes that the woman has spoken to
him. He turns his head to look at the woman, but his eyes remained
fixed on the girl's moist cunt, her puffy lips engorged with blood.
"Do you want to fuck her now?" Mistress repeats.
"I... I..." the man tares his eyes from the girl's cunt and looks at the
woman. "I thought..." but he really was not thinking at all.
"What did you think?" Mistress smiles gently at him.
"I... I thought that I was going to fuck with you," the man turns his
head back to Molly, his eyes fixating on her pink anus.
Mistress slowly walks over and stands between the man and Molly.
He blinks and looks down.
Mistress hooks a finger under his chin and raised his head.
"Firstly," she looks him in the eye. "Nobody 'fucks with' me. OK?"
The man nods sightly. His mouth was dry, his heartbeat fast and his
erection throbbing.
Mistress smiles and steps away from him.
"And secondly," she turns and walks back towards Molly. "I believe my
exact words were 'Do you want to come back to my place and have sex'."
She stops and runs her hands over Molly's reddened buttocks, sending
shivers through Molly's body.
"I never said it would be with me," Mistress turns to face the man
once more.
The man can not take his eyes off Molly's glowing orbs.
"Now," Mistress gestures at Molly's dilated anus and glistening pussy,
like a game show assistant presenting this round's star prize. "I want
you to fuck her in both holes as hard and for as long as you possibly
can."
Nothing happens for a moment as Mistress' words make their way through
the fog of desire that surrounds the man's mind. Then he falls right
over the edge. He springs across the room, tearing his flies open and
pushing his trousers and underwear to mid thigh. His hard prick is
fully buried in Molly's pussy before Mistress can catch more than a
glimpse of it.
Molly screams, but her mistress smiles indulgently, she was allowed,
no required, to make noise during this part.
The man pumps into Molly with all his might. His hips pounding against
her reddened buttocks, his cock almost completely withdrawn on each
out stroke, only to be buried to the hilt with the next thrust of his
hips.
Mistress gently runs her hand over Molly's back, deriving her own
pleasure form the ecstatic passions flowing through her slave's body.
Knowing that she has once again reduced Molly to nothing more than a
groaning hunk of meat. A hunk of meat filled with the most intense,
sweetest pleasure. A pleasure that could only be experienced, never
imagined.
Molly moans. Molly sighs. Molly screams.
The man pounds his cock into Molly's cunt.
Mistress revels in the sights and sounds and smells of the fucking
meat she has created. Two pieces of meat that exist solely because of
her, solely because of her artistry in bring their primeval passions
to the boil and letting then letting those passions boil over. Their
primeval passions that burn deep within their very souls. A flaming
heat that consumes their entire being.
But such boiling passions will not, do not, can not, last forever.
Mistress waits for the moment when her guidance will be needed once
more.
The man pounds into Molly. The squish and splosh of each penetration
and withdrawal of his cock is clearly audible even over Molly's loud
exclamations.
Mistress stands with her hands lightly clasped behind her back as she
watches the man's reddening face. His lips are slack and his eyes
rolled up in his head as the pressure builds in his groin.
At each thrust Molly gasps. And at each withdrawal she moans. Gasp,
moan. Gasp, moan. Gasp, moan. Her body pushed back and forward. Her
head rolling side to side. Eyes tightly closed, mouth loosely opened
lost in a torrent of sensation. And then she screams. Gasp, moan.
Gasp, moan. Scream!
"Don't forget her asshole," Mistress suggests quietly.
The man shudders to a halt. His prick fully buried within Molly's
cunt. His large hands, with their strong fingers, gripping her hips
tightly enough to bruise, his hips pushing into her buttocks so hard,
that he might snap her pelvis.
Molly snaps her head up. "No," she sighs. "Not yet."
"Take a deep breath," Mistress speaks softly and steadily. "Breath
deep down into the base of your abdomen - Hold it for a moment - Then
slowly let it out - letting every muscle in your body relax - as your
breath slowly leaves your body - taking all that tension with it."
The man grunts as he tries to control his breathing.
"That's good," Mistress whispers. "Just hold it in, now."
His whole body shudders as his prick spasms within Molly's slickness.
"Just let the orgasm flow over you," Mistress sooths. "Squeeze your
prick hard, like you're holding in your pee and let your orgasm rise
up through your body."
The man grunts, his eyes rolled up in their sockets.
"As hard as you can," Mistress continued. "Squeeze hard and hold all
your cum in."
The man shudders, his grip on Molly's hips painful, as an orgasm burns
through his whole body. He squeezes hard, holding back all his cum and
his orgasm deepens and erupts anew, igniting his entire body with a
white hot heat.
"Oh..." every muscle in the man's body locks.
"My..." as electricity shoots up his spine.
"God!" the man stares into oblivion as his orgasm explodes behind his
eyes.
Everything is silent for a moment. Then for a few moments more.
Moments that stretch into minutes.
Nobody moves. Everyone waits. Nothing happens.
Then Molly whimpers.
Mistress smiles down at her.
Molly is tightly bound, but there are a couple of inches of slack in
her restraints. She pushes back against the man. Pushing his cock hard
into her cunt.
He grunts. Opening his eyes. And is shocked to find his cock is still
hard and still buried to the hilt inside the bound girl.
Molly pushes back against him again.
The man stares down at her sweat soaked body.
Molly pushes back against him once more.
The man stands there, stunned. The after burn of the most intense
orgasm he has ever had glows in the back of his skull. The hardest
erection he has ever had still fully buried in the tight, moist cunt
of a complete stranger. A stranger who's face he has never even seen.
"She wants you to fuck her," Mistress whispers.
The man just looks at Mistress.
"Fuck the slut," Mistress orders.
The man can't think
"Fuck her in the ass."
All hell breaks loose.
The man pounds into Molly.
Molly loves being fucked hard. She is carried away on a wave of
contiguous orgasms. She pulls against her restraints, but is bound to
her pleasure. The man is fucking her hard and with each thrust the
table she is bound to shakes and shudders in sympathy. She wants to
curl into a tight ball, sticking her ass high in the air and letting
him fill her completely. But her restraints stretch her out, pulling
her flat, exposing her to his brutal onslaught.
The man is consumed by the fire in his cock, waiting for his balls to
explode. On some level he knows he is holding a girl's hips hips and
pumping his cock into her, but all his senses are overloaded with the
lust burning through his veins. He can barely breath as the physical
agony twists a knot in his groin.
Mistress smiles, her eyes bright and alive.
Molly does not know if she is breathing, if she can breath, does not
know what breathing is. All she knows is the fire burning her flesh
from her bones and tearing her very soul apart as her body
continuously spasms under the assault of the man's hard cock.
Everything blurs into everything else for the man. His cock pumps a
blast of cum into Molly's spasming pussy, her muscles clamping down
hard as he pistons out of her, another blast of cum erupting from his
cock and splashing across her reddened buttocks as he pushes back
inside her rippling hole. The rough denim of his jeans being stained
with his own spunk as he pushes hard against her. His cock being
milked by her pussy as she tries with all her might to push up against
her restraints. All the while this primeval urge burns through his
body and explodes inside his skull.
Mistress laid her hand onto Molly's lower back, but it does nothing to
sooth the passion within the girl.
The man starts to slow.
Mistress slaps his ass. "Fuck that bitch hard!"
He pumps faster once more; pounding hard and hard again into the
little bitch. His prick is so hard it feels like it is turned inside
out.
"Harder!" Mistress shouts
The man pumps harder.
"Harder!" Mistress slaps his ass again
The man grips Molly's hips, his fingertips pushing all the way through
her flesh to grip her bones directly, his hands pulling her hips hard
against his as he thrusts with his entire body into her quivering
flesh.
He can not believe that he is still hard.
Mistress slaps his buttocks.
He can not believe his balls hurt so much.
Mistress slaps him hard.
He can not believe the fire that burns throughout his body.
Mistress slaps him.
He pushes so far inside Molly's cunt that he feels like his cock is
being turned inside out.
Mistress slaps and his cum explodes deep inside Molly.
Molly screams.
The man screams.
Mistress smiles.
The man convulses, his cock buried deep inside Molly.
Molly pulls against her bonds as her body squeezes ever so hard around
this stranger's spurting cock.
Mistress sighs as her orchestration climaxes, an electric trill
running through her body warming her very soul.
The man collapses on top of Molly.
Molly is barely aware of the weight of his body as she drifts down
from her own ecstasy, the consuming fire fading to a memory as the
bliss clears from her mind.
Mistress stands with a contented smile as the two bodies recover.
Waiting as their breathing slows. Watching as their minds gradually
reassemble themselves. More than satisfied with her night's work.
Eventually the man moans and pushes himself up.
Mistress smiles at him.
"I..." he starts to speak, but finds nothing to say
His slimly, soft cock slips unnoticed from Molly.
Mistress gives him another moment, then asks,"Do you want go again?"
"Um," the man blushes as his self awareness returns more fully.
Mistress smiles at him.
"I... I think I'd better go now," the man stammers.
"Oh," Mistress is disappointed. "I had rather wanted you to fuck the
slut in the ass as well the pussy before you left."
"I... I..." the man looks down at Molly's pink, cum filled pussy and her
tight anus framed by her reddened buttocks. "I don't think that I
can," his blush deepens.
"Oh," Mistress sighs. "Well can you not at least lick her out."
"Huh," the man looks up at Mistress.
"You know," Mistress explains. "Stick your tongue up her ass to make
her cum again."
"Stick... My... up her..." the man takes half a step backwards.
"Sorry," Mistress teases. "Did I embarrass you?"
The man takes a full step backwards.
"Are you the type of man who will walk into a strangers basement and
fuck a helpless, bound girl, with even seeing her face let alone being
told her name; but yet who won't have the decency to do a thorough job
and finish her of completely?"
"Em," the man is in a state of shock. "I really think I had better go
now."
"Really?" Mistress takes a step towards him.
The man steps back again. "Em, yes," his voice is weak.
"Well," Mistress pauses. "Go then," she gestures towards the stairs
out of the basement.
The man stands, frozen to the spot, with his jeans around his knees,
for a long moment.
Mistress just stands and looks at him.
Suddenly something inside the man snaps and a tide of panic rises
inside him. He turns to run, but stumbles over his jeans. Quickly he
pulls them up to mid thigh and scurries up the basement stairs.
Mistress traces his heavy footsteps across the basement ceiling and
out the front door. Which slams shut behind him.
Mistress drops her gaze to Molly. Gently she takes the blindfold from
Molly's eyes.
Molly does not open her eyes, but she is glad that the man has left.
She does not want to look at the man who has just fucked her. She does
not care about him, she only cares about her mistress.
Mistress slowly walks around Molly. Running the palm of her hand
across Molly's glistening skin as she admires the young girl's beauty.
Molly feels so used, so abused, so violated and so complete. She
drifts in a haze while her Mistress admires her.
When Molly has recovered enough to focus her eyes she sees her
Mistress standing in front of her with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Thank..." Molly's voice cracks.
Mistress kneels down, cups Molly's chin with her hand and gives Molly
a long, slow kiss; her tongue probing deep into Molly's dry mouth.
Molly closes her eyes and revels in the kiss. Her heart soaring in the
intimacy of her Mistress's kiss.
After a timeless eternity Mistress breaks the kiss.
"Thank you, Mistress," Molly sighs.
"You are very welcome," Mistress gently lowers Molly's head and stands
up.
Molly hears the click of Mistress's heels as she walks away. But as
much as she loves the sway of her Mistress's hips, and the flow of her
long, graceful legs as she walks, Molly can not muster up the energy
to open her eyes.
Mistress stops for a moment and surveys Molly's upturned bottom.
"My," Mistress shakes her head slowly. "He certainly did produce a lot
of cum."
Molly certainly feels that her cunt is one big spunky mess.
"I'll send Max down to clean up the mess."
Molly's ass and cunt tighten, a big dollop of cum dripping to the
floor between her legs.
"Do try to keep some inside," Mistress starts to walk out again. "You
know how he likes to dig deep for his reward."
"Yes, Mistress," Molly replies, the trill of anticipation racing
through her veins making her pussy and ass throb once more.

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