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Story title : O-2000 - Part 16
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O-2000 - Part 16 (Fdom/f, org, oral, bd, v)
By "SafeWord"
Dedicated to: Deirdre, Who could say more in fewer
words than I'll ever manage:
to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
to: "O"
O-2000 : Party Line , Pasch : Episode XIII : Amour,
Vida De Mi Vida (ver by P.D.)
"Satisfy? The entreaties of your mistress? satisfy? Let
that suffice." The Winter's Tale A I, S II, L 234
For the first time, I woke up wrapped in J's arms. She
kissed my forehead when I opened my eyes, I think she
had been holding me, staying still, trying not to
disturb me. We mustered ourselves up and went out to
brave the day. She had discreetly closed our adjoining
door and we left out, our separate entrances. Our
relationship was to remain nyctitropic during our stay
at the resort, us posing as, strictly friends during
the day. We dressed in swimsuits with bright shawl over
wraps and little tie on skirts and wandered down to
breakfast, me not moving quite as fast as normal.
We visited Tracy who still was sleeping most of the
day, Laurie standing guard, I offered to stay with
Tracy so she could go off, but she refused, so I stayed
and talked to her awhile. I think she had maybe, been
pondering on the what and wherefores of things but
nothing was said, by her to me.
She shoed us off after an hour. J and I left to enjoy
the sun. The day was spent swimming and sun bathing. We
had a great time yakking with a gang of British girls
who had arrived that morning, on holidays, there for a
week. We were happy to have someone to talk to, most of
the resort being filled with German tourists, one of
the few languages J didn't speak. I only spoke English
and some high school French, something that J had
corrected very early in our relationship.
We already had a jump on our new friends as we were
already going from red to tans. We were with them on
the beach when J and I removed our tops and they looked
at one another. The free drinks served by the waiters
soon broke down their inhibitions and the young
waiter's must have thought they had died and gone to
heaven. There being a veritable feast of female bare
flesh to admire.
So we partied and sunbathed and swam, I kept on my
little bum wrap on, in the water for...well, I just
did. We all tipsied off to lunch to the American style
lunch counter, located on the beach, for good old
burgers, hot dogs and fries, I never thought you could
have too much French style prepared foods, but I was
wrong. The burgers were great but they had no relish,
which was weird.
The afternoon was cloudy and the flesh parade
disappeared. We spent the time playing a dozen
different games in various groups. J and I having an
advantage at Trivial Pursuit, most of the questions
being American oriented until one of the girls came
over with a British version and everyone, smoked us.
None of us in the half dozen persons in that giggling
gang had a brain cell between us as the day wore on.
Even J was in the spirits literally and, although I was
taking it easy, I managed to keep a light buzz on all
day. We all had supper together and things being
things, four of us ended up going back to J's suite
after the resort 's free bar closed.
We dove into J's mini-bar, which I noticed, did not
have the usual price list on the door. The two British
girls, we were with, were stunned by the larger size
and finer appointments of the suite but J laughed it
off and said she knew someone on the administration.
Who had given her a break on the price? We munched on
snacks from the bar and someone put on the radio and it
was playing nice sexy Spanish tunes. J grabbed me and
started dancing with me so the British girls also
danced together. We danced and changed partners in
various combinations, stopping only for sips of our
drinks.
We all ended up in each other's arms for the night. I
was dancing with a little brunette whose accent was so
strong that we could hardly communicate; I noticed that
J and her partner were necking. I was jealous but my
partner. Her soft lips found mine and her tongue
slipping into my mouth soon made me forget about
jealousy. Our dancing soon turned into a standup
necking session and during a break in the music we all
had a group hug. J suggested I show my friend my room
and my partners eyes said, "Yes!"
We left J and her friend alone but as I started to
close the door, J called to me, to leave it open.
My friend didn't seem to really want a tour of my room,
just of me. I left on a little light for mood and we
lay on my bed necking and petting. I noticed that I
could see J and her partner making love, on her bed
though the open door. We undressed each other without
getting out of bed something difficult, but fun. I had
to stop my partner from removing my shorts and gave her
andyou know I can't this week' and she looked
disappointed until my lips on her breasts convinced her
that my loss would not effect her pleasure. I kept my
lips on a tour of her lush body and nibbling on her,
down to her toes and back up to her mound. Her eyes
looking down on me were full of wonder as I licked her
sex. She kept her hand on my head, which seemed
defensive until my tongue opened her, the hand then
became demanding and pulled me into her. My finger and
lips brought her to orgasm twice and I slid up the bed
and we cuddled.
The light became brighter in J's room. They were taking
a break, for drinks, so my new lover and I got up
wrapped in bed sheets and joined them. It wasn't too
long before I was back in my room with J's partner, a
cute slender blond. No words had been said, it just
seemed happened. Once again my lips roamed, tasted,
strange flesh and my tongue worked speechlessly. This
girl was passive and never moved as I pleasured her,
making no move to kiss or caress me but I didn't care.
My voyage of discovery of her, pleasure enough. After I
had tongued her for the longest time using my best
techniques I had to give up. I couldn't tell if she was
enjoying what I was doing or if she had reached a
climax. My tongue though, had had enough and I admitted
defeat and joined her on my pillow. We held each other
and napped.
The lights in J's room announced that J's partner was
leaving, J was sleeping contentedly and the brunette,
partially dressed, came in to wake us and get her
friend up and back to their rooms. I lay there, while
her friend went to get her clothing. She stood close to
my side of the bed wearing her skirt. She reached out
and touched my cheek and trailed her fingers across my
lips and I licked out my tongue to taste her fingers.
They tasted of J. She watched me lick her fingers and
nudged them in my mouth, letting me, enjoying me,
sucking on them. She took her other hand and took hold
of my hair and drew my face into her crotch. She was
just starting to unbutton her skirt when her friend
called softly that she was ready. So she stopped but
held my head looking down at my face smiling. I licked
my lips and smiled back and she gently gasped but her
friend's calling that she was waiting, interrupted us.
She blew me a kiss and left.
During the night J came into my room and slid into bed
with me, just to cuddle and be held. In the morning as
we lay in each other's arms. She asked me if I had
enjoyed myself. My grinning face all the answer she
needed. Our flurry of kisses made me want to pleasure
her but she stopped me, and directed one of my hands
down and I could feel she was wearing a pair of panties
and light protection. I whispered, "so what", but she
nodded, no, telling me. She was much too sensitive
during her time. She laughed at my pout and we got up
and showed together, her panties remained on to my
annoyance. We got dressed and went down to breakfast.
Don't ever think the tropics are all fun and sun. It
was another cloudy day and had rained sometime during
the night adding a wet sheen to the varied greens. We
visited Tracy and wandered off to the lounge. Our new
friends found us there. Once more we played games and
when the bar opened drinks appear in massive quantities
on the table. I noticed during one trip back from the
bar that J was whispering with my brunette friend from
the night before but paid, 'a never mind' to them even
when they looked at me, and J nodded. I wasn't worried
about any scheming of J's; she had proved the lengths
she would go, to look after me.
After a while, the brunette and two other girls I
hadn't been introduced to, came up to J and I and asked
if we wanted to join them for drinks in their room. J
begged off, saying that she had work to do on her
laptop and linking up was a hassle, unintentionally
informing me how she was still running her far-flung
corporation.
I was going to decline also but J told me to go on and
have a good time that she had to catch up on a lot of
work and would be poor company for the rest of the day.
So I went along with my new friend with the two unknown
girls following behind.
Once in her room she opened a bottle of some kind of
light wine and we sat on the two twins beds slipping
the wine and talking. The twin beds were pushed apart
and we sat two by two facing each other. The brunette
was beside me, the other girls, whose names I still did
not know, facing us. We were talking and soon ran out
of things to say. I looked up from staring at my drink
and caught the last of a look pass between the British
girls. I wasn't sure what that was all about but my
brunette friend leaned over to me and when I turned to
her, she kissed me.
I kissed her back and we pulled away. We smiled self-
consciously at the other girls silently watching. The
room was charged. She took an ice cube in her hand and
reached over slowly towards my mouth. I thought she
wanted to place it in my mouth but she drew it across
my lips, the melting ice was dripping on my chin and I
snaked out my tongue to lick it. She moved the ice cube
just slightly away and I moved to follow it. All of us
giggling at my efforts. She stopped and let my tongue
capture the ice and I licked it, then she cupped the
ice in her fingers up over my upturned face the cold
water dripping down on me. I licked at her fingers
hiding, protecting, melting the ice. The ice was soon
gone but her wet fingers moved to my mouth and across
my lips.
I closed my mouth but she leaned her face into mine,
her lips almost touching mine, and pressed her fingers
against my lips. "Don't stop, keep licking."
The room was dead silent. I licked her at fingers and
let her put them in my mouth. "Suck em."
I closed my eyes and sucked her fingers.
Someone removed my drink from my hand and a hand
started unbuttoning my blouse. The brunette kissed my
shut eyelids as her fingers moved into my mouth keeping
my tongue working. Many hands now undid my bra and slid
it and my blouse off me. My skirt was undone and I
started to protest but the brunette's hand gripped my
jaw and she kissed stilling my protest. The hands undid
my skirt and made me lift my hips to pull it and my
panties off my body. Other hands slid my beach tongs
off my feet. They disrobed me until I was naked. A
voice said, "She's bruised, she's been spanked.
The brunette drew me in her arms and leaned me forward
so they could examine my bruised rear. Then lilted
back my head running her fingers back and forth across
my lips "so that's why you told a lie you were hiding
that ... You were a bad girl and were spanked
weren't you. You let her spank you. Are you a bad girl?
Tina get me a belt."
"Are you going to spank her?"
"No... I just want her to do as I say. Get down
here." her hands pushed me off the bed unto my knees
onto the floor.
I opened my eyes and she stood up above me and started
to undress, one of the other girls handed her a light
plastic dress belt.
She showed it to me in her hand "This is for you if
you're bad, come on, you two, get undressed I'll get
her to do you too!"
She slid down her panties and shoved em in my face
"smell em ... get warmed up, we're going to have a
little lickathon."
I sniffed at her soiled panties and the girls behind us
giggled as they undressed. She sat back down on the
bed, now naked and spread her legs pulling my face
between them.
"Go ahead... little pussy slut. Lick me! Let's show
everyone, how good you are with that tongue."
Laughter and giggles did not help my efforts to bring
off my new mistress. She directed my head and tongue
around her lower openings with crude comments and
criticisms about how slowly I was licking or not
sticking my tongue into her anal passage deeply enough,
the girls above me excitedly laughing which hushed, as
my tongue lashing finally had effect and the body
surrounding my face buckled in orgasm.
I had no time to rest; one of the girls took me by my
earlobe and dragged me between the bed to her body's
sweet junction. Her pussy was a mass of hair and as I
tentatively probed her with my touchstone. I wondered
how she wore a bikini? Her essence was honeyed and I
thrust my oral digit into her, like a ravenous little
glutton. To the delight of my audience and ecstatic
writhing of the maiden enjoying my suit.
As I labored a small knock at the door and girlish
titters announced others had joined us. My head was
kept down, my mouth at its work as the new girls looked
over the situation and made appropriate comments. One
of the girls, seeing the belt in the brunette's hand
expressed concern about what was happening.
"Oh don't worry, we didn't touch her, her friend did
that, we are just putting her to use, don't worry,
she's a submissive, she likes it, the belt makes her do
it, just get your things off and wait your turn."
I was dismissed by my present placeholder, passion laid
waste. My new jockey used my braids to steer my nose
into her 'fons omnium viventium'.
The firm knock at the door brought consternation to the
room. One of the girls opened the door and spoke to
someone outside.
She called over, "It's two men and they want to speak
to Her!"
"Tell them she's busy right now."
"I don't think so, they look pretty serious. They're
wearing suits, and are really big! Bodyguards or
something?"
My head was released and I was let up. Half a dozen
young women stood around me, silent. The roomful of
semi clad and naked women looked very nervous, their
demeanor timid, a few looked downright scarred.
I waited and someone had enough sense to get me a damp
face cloth. I grabbed a bathing saran; one girl had
removed and wrapped it around me knotting it at the
front. After checking my appearance, I went to the door
and opened it.
Two of my 'garde du corps' were standing politely in
the hall. My giant savior and another older watchful
man hanging back. I stepped out into the hall to show
them I was under no compulsion to be where I was,
thinking to myself, another Freudian lie.
"Sorry ma'am we lost you again, and had to tell Miss J.
She told us where you were and ordered me to make sure
you didn't require us for anything? She also asks, if
you will be joining her for supper?"
The door being wide open, the hushed room of women
could hear our every word,
"Sorry guys I'll let you know next time I'm slipping
off to a little fete. What time is it now?"
"Five ma'am"
"Tell J. I'll join her at seven, that should give me
time to satisfactorily, effect my escape out of their
pretty clutches, and still have time to change for
supper."
"Ok ma'am we'll be near by."
"Good! Don't look so fierce. You're scarring my
friends."
They smiled and left and I returned to the room.
Closing, the door behind me. I walked over to the
center of the room between the beds. No one said a
word, as I removed the saran and took the little belt
from the brunette's hands. I looped the belt around my
neck and drew it tight letting the end drop between my
naked breasts as an impromptu leash.
I dropped to my knees and said "Sorry! Shall we resume
our 'petits soins'?
No one moved, then someone was nudged.
Delicately my belt leash was used to draw my mouth to
worship, ransack another offered moist flower. I was
passed around efficiently from overseer to overseer
each reluctantly, relinquishing control. No more
crude comments were made, just cries of orgasmatic
delight. Their hands guided me gently, their instructs
and directs, tentative.
I was disgusted and disappointed but their mob bravado
had been shattered by my guard's threatening "force
majeure'.
So in compensation, I lost myself in giving them as
much enjoyment of me, as they dared to take.
After all of the girls had been pleasured. I waited,
but one of the girls said, "I love to have you... kiss
me again, but it's six thirty?"
I nodded and got up and dressed, none of the women said
a thing as I left, but all of them kissed my cheek as a
token of their thanks, all of them that is, except the
brunette.
I hurried down the hall and almost ran into my guards
waiting in the stairwell alcove.
"Come on guys, I'm late and have to get changed."
J was waiting for me in the restaurant lobby and we
went into dinner without a word about my afternoon
adventure. We had a pleasant meal and she talked some
about her work. Afterwards we sat having Irish
Coffee's, and watched the evening show put on by the
resort performers. The show being over, we retired to
our rooms for the evening.
As I changed, J opened our adjoining door and stood in
the doorway. She had undressed to her bra and panties,
still wearing, garter belt and nylons. She held a wide
leather belt and a handful of nylon stockings. I
undressed and stood before her, hands at my side, head
lowered.
I was lead into her washroom and my hands tied to the
tubs steel shower rod.
J stood in front of me and removed her panties stuffing
them in my mouth. She turned on the tap letting the
water splash and hiss into the sink and closed the
door. The sound of running water drowned out the
vicious slaps of the belt on my skin. Her scented gag
muffled my cries. She beat me for an hour then left the
room leaving me hanging limp by my wrists in the dark.
Later in the evening the light came back on and she
lifted my tear-streaked face to hers.
"Are you ok?"
I nodded, yes.
She slowly nodded her understanding.
Then resumed our 'nudum pactum ' and used the belt on
my body until her arm could raise no more.
Continued in part 17...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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