lashed the reddening cheeks of her firm bottom.
Realising that David would see her glowing bum cheeks, Mandy wished that she hadn’t agreed to him coming round later that evening. She could hardly tell him that she’d been thrashed with a leather belt, she thought as a loud crack resounded around the room. David was special, and she didn’t want him to think of her as a common slut. Begging for more as Gary thrashed her harder, she knew that she was a slut. This had nothing to do with one-upmanship, this had nothing to do with Paula … Mandy had become a slut.
As a gush of hot urine streamed down her inner thighs and splashed on the floor, Mandy knew that she’d become hooked on thrashing. She recalled her father threatening to thrash her when she’d been young, but he’d only been joking. Had he spanked her, had she tasted the delights of a naked-buttock thrashing, she’d have been hooked years ago. Had she experienced anal sex in the past, she’d have become a slut long before. At least she was now discovering her darker side, she reflected as her clitoris swelled and demanded attention.
‘No more,’ she cried as her flow of urine stemmed.
‘You really are incredible,’ Gary said, lowering the belt to his side. ‘I wish you were my wife.’
‘No, you don’t,’ she gasped, hauling her trembling body upright. ‘I’d be screwing other men behind your back, and you wouldn’t like that.’
‘I’d watch you,’ he said, slipping his belt on. ‘I’d watch other men fuck you and—’
‘Would you like that?’ she cut in, cocking her head to one side.
‘Yes, I would. And I’d like to join in. I’ve heard about girls getting fucked by two cocks. It would be great, Mandy.’
‘I might be able to arrange that,’ she said huskily as Gary checked his watch.
‘Really?’
‘I’ve never had two cocks, but it is something that I’ve been thinking about.’
‘Let me know when, and I’ll be here. Right, I’d better get going.’
‘I’ll ring you.’
‘You’re beautiful, Mandy.’
‘I’m a slut,’ she replied. ‘Go on, get out of here.’
‘OK, I’ll see you soon.’
As Gary left the room, Mandy grinned. The evening had been quite eventful, she reflected happily as the front door closed. She’d given John the shock of his life, experienced anal sex and a damned good thrashing … Grabbing the ringing phone, she was pleased, and a little worried, to hear David’s soft voice. Glancing at the wall clock, she knew that she was going to have to put him off as he asked her how she was.
‘I’m very tired,’ she replied. ‘I was wondering whether we could—’
‘I’m sorry to let you down,’ he cut in. ‘But I can’t make it this evening.’
‘Oh, right.’
‘I’m so sorry, Mandy. Something has cropped up and I have to deal with it. How about tomorrow?’
‘Yes, yes, that’s fine. As I said, I’m feeling very tired. An early night will do me good.’
‘You sleep well and I’ll ring you tomorrow.’
‘I will. Thanks, David.’
Replacing the receiver, Mandy breathed a sigh of relief. She needed a shower, the carpet had to be cleaned , and she was feeling tired. Locking up, she climbed the stairs and slipped beneath her quilt. Her buttocks stinging, her thighs sticky with a blend of pussy milk, spunk and urine, she closed her eyes. She’d shower in the morning, she thought as sleep engulfed her. She’d shower, clean the carpet, straighten the lounge … and get fucked again.
Five
MANDY FOUND A note on the front doormat the following morning. It was from John.
Bitch, fucking slag, filthy slut, dirty whore
… Tossing it into the bin and filling the kettle, she giggled. Now he knew what it was like, she reflected, recalling the day he’d announced that he was leaving her for another woman. Now the bastard knew how she’d felt when he’d dumped her for a slut.
Taking her coffee into the lounge, she gazed at the wet carpet and grinned. The evening had been
Realising that David would see her glowing bum cheeks, Mandy wished that she hadn’t agreed to him coming round later that evening. She could hardly tell him that she’d been thrashed with a leather belt, she thought as a loud crack resounded around the room. David was special, and she didn’t want him to think of her as a common slut. Begging for more as Gary thrashed her harder, she knew that she was a slut. This had nothing to do with one-upmanship, this had nothing to do with Paula … Mandy had become a slut.
As a gush of hot urine streamed down her inner thighs and splashed on the floor, Mandy knew that she’d become hooked on thrashing. She recalled her father threatening to thrash her when she’d been young, but he’d only been joking. Had he spanked her, had she tasted the delights of a naked-buttock thrashing, she’d have been hooked years ago. Had she experienced anal sex in the past, she’d have become a slut long before. At least she was now discovering her darker side, she reflected as her clitoris swelled and demanded attention.
‘No more,’ she cried as her flow of urine stemmed.
‘You really are incredible,’ Gary said, lowering the belt to his side. ‘I wish you were my wife.’
‘No, you don’t,’ she gasped, hauling her trembling body upright. ‘I’d be screwing other men behind your back, and you wouldn’t like that.’
‘I’d watch you,’ he said, slipping his belt on. ‘I’d watch other men fuck you and—’
‘Would you like that?’ she cut in, cocking her head to one side.
‘Yes, I would. And I’d like to join in. I’ve heard about girls getting fucked by two cocks. It would be great, Mandy.’
‘I might be able to arrange that,’ she said huskily as Gary checked his watch.
‘Really?’
‘I’ve never had two cocks, but it is something that I’ve been thinking about.’
‘Let me know when, and I’ll be here. Right, I’d better get going.’
‘I’ll ring you.’
‘You’re beautiful, Mandy.’
‘I’m a slut,’ she replied. ‘Go on, get out of here.’
‘OK, I’ll see you soon.’
As Gary left the room, Mandy grinned. The evening had been quite eventful, she reflected happily as the front door closed. She’d given John the shock of his life, experienced anal sex and a damned good thrashing … Grabbing the ringing phone, she was pleased, and a little worried, to hear David’s soft voice. Glancing at the wall clock, she knew that she was going to have to put him off as he asked her how she was.
‘I’m very tired,’ she replied. ‘I was wondering whether we could—’
‘I’m sorry to let you down,’ he cut in. ‘But I can’t make it this evening.’
‘Oh, right.’
‘I’m so sorry, Mandy. Something has cropped up and I have to deal with it. How about tomorrow?’
‘Yes, yes, that’s fine. As I said, I’m feeling very tired. An early night will do me good.’
‘You sleep well and I’ll ring you tomorrow.’
‘I will. Thanks, David.’
Replacing the receiver, Mandy breathed a sigh of relief. She needed a shower, the carpet had to be cleaned , and she was feeling tired. Locking up, she climbed the stairs and slipped beneath her quilt. Her buttocks stinging, her thighs sticky with a blend of pussy milk, spunk and urine, she closed her eyes. She’d shower in the morning, she thought as sleep engulfed her. She’d shower, clean the carpet, straighten the lounge … and get fucked again.
Five
MANDY FOUND A note on the front doormat the following morning. It was from John.
Bitch, fucking slag, filthy slut, dirty whore
… Tossing it into the bin and filling the kettle, she giggled. Now he knew what it was like, she reflected, recalling the day he’d announced that he was leaving her for another woman. Now the bastard knew how she’d felt when he’d dumped her for a slut.
Taking her coffee into the lounge, she gazed at the wet carpet and grinned. The evening had been
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