Butter Wouldn't Melt (11 page)

‘Well done Trilby. Next we have, number four. That's you, Phil.'

I knew Phil, or Philippa really, like me, a massive, busty blonde who rode a 1,000cc bike and liked to tie
her girlfriend into awkward positions for punishment. She was already drawing a handful of cord from one pocket as she approached me.

‘Not too long, Phil,' Sam joked. ‘There are fourteen of us.'

‘Don't worry,' Phil answered, ‘just a quick hogtie.'

She'd squatted down as she spoke, and quickly rolled me onto my back. My legs were pulled up and lashed together around my ankles, my wrists fastened the same way, but under my knees so that not only was I completely helpless, but my bottom and pussy were spread to the audience. It had taken her no more than a few seconds.

‘Just do as you're told,' she instructed, and her hands had gone to the button of her jeans.

I watched as she undid them and pushed them down, her knickers too, to lay bare her full, soft bottom, heavy hips and bulging belly, her sex too. She didn't waste any time, swinging one leg across my body to squat over my face, her fat, hairy pussy and the deep, dun-brown dimple of her anus just inches in front of my face, which she was about to sit on. I closed my eyes, just in time before I was smothered in warm, moist flesh, her pussy directly over my mouth.

‘Lick,' she ordered.

My tongue came out and I was doing it, lapping at the wet folds of her sex as she wriggled her fleshy bottom into my face and explored my body, teasing my breasts and pussy, slapping my thighs and tickling my anus until I was squirming in helpless, frustrated ecstasy. Only when she was near her climax did she stop tormenting me, instead sitting herself firmly onto my mouth, so that I could barely breathe and the tip of my nose was in up her bumhole.

I could hear the others laughing and joking to see me hogtied with her bum in my face, setting me
sobbing with humiliation even as I struggled to lick. Phil was coming anyway, squirming her bottom in my face and sighing with pleasure, until at last I felt her muscles contract against my skin and I knew she was there.

As soon as she'd climbed off I was alternately gasping for air and begging to be untied, but they ignored me, AJ pulling another piece of paper from the bundle in her hand. She called out the number one and Sam stepped forward, her hands on the thick leather belt that secured her trousers. It was quite obvious what she was going to do with it, and as she stepped onto the mattress my bottom cheeks and anus had begun to squeeze and open in fear.

She doubled the belt over, grinning down at me, and took hold of my bound ankles to make a better target of my bottom. I closed my eyes, shaking badly as I heard the whistle of the belt and the smack of leather on meat, my meat. The pain hit me at the same instant and I cried out, wriggling in her grip as she brought the belt up once more, and down. Again I heard the meaty smack of leather on bum flesh and felt the sting of the impact, and again.

I lost control as she began to thrash me, writhing in my bonds as my bottom was beaten to an even, steady rhythm. Only when my anus opened in a long, rasping fart did she stop, joining in the chorus of laughter for my degradation. She let go of my legs too, and I collapsed onto my side, gasping and sweaty, desperate to touch my beaten bottom and clutching for pussy with my tied hands.

The meat of my bottom felt hot and tender, my whole body ultra-sensitive, with the ties on my ankles and wrists seeming to trap me not just physically, but mentally too. When Sam rolled me over and put my face to her pussy I licked as best I could in my
awkward position, revelling in my own pain, exposure and restriction. She soon came, leaving my face even stickier than before, while my body was slick with sweat.

I heard AJ call out the next number and I was being used once more, now with a thick, knobbly vibrator slid in up my pussy while I was made to lick. The next girl untied me and put me across her knees for an old-fashioned spanking before I went down on her, the one after made me beg like a dog and put my tongue to her pussy as she stood over me. Naomi made me masturbate in front of them before she took her own orgasm, and after that it seemed to blur into one.

They spanked me, slapped me, tickled me. They tied me into awkward positions and stuck things up me. They made me suck on fingers which had just been in their pussies. They smothered my face between their breasts and between their bottom cheeks. Above all, they made me lick, again and again, until my tongue was aching and sore while every movement of my jaw hurt like fire.

My bottom was a throbbing ball, my breasts red with pinches, both nipples painfully erect. My skin was filthy, wet with sweat and smeared with oil and grease, spittle and pussy juice. My bumhole was open and smarting, dribbling fluid from being lubed up with some sort of heavy grease. My pussy was open and slippery, both with juice and oil.

At last I realised it was AJ coming up onto the mattress. One of them had tied my hands behind my back to stop me touching myself, but I managed to wriggle around into a kneeling position, looking up at her through the bedraggled strands of my filthy hair. She smiled down at me.

‘Are you sorry?'

I nodded my head.

‘Time for a little change in the rules then,' she went on, ‘seeing you can take it, and you're such a tart. From now on you can let other women have you, but only after you've got my permission, and you're to stay away from Maggie Phelps. Got that?'

Again I nodded.

‘Good,' she said, and began to undo her trousers.

I let my jaw come open and poked out my tongue, determined to do her justice for all my aches and pains. Never had I felt so used, or so submissive, a beautiful high I'd only come close to achieving a very few times. I watched as she opened her leathers and pushed them down, exposing the bare, tattooed mound of her sex. I caught the scent of leather and pussy and perfume, strong in my nose as she came close. I pressed my face to her sex and began to lick, lost in ecstasy as I served my girlfriend and owner.

As I licked I could picture myself, naked and filthy on my knees, my face smeared with pussy juice from the thirteen girls who'd already come in it. My wrists were bound, secured firmly behind my back to stop me playing with myself. I had my bottom thrust out, my reddened, bruised cheeks spread to show off my anus and pussy from the rear. My breasts were swinging forward, jiggling to the motion of my head as I lapped at AJ's sex.

She came, pressing her belly to my face as her muscles went into contraction, never giving out so much as a whimper to show her pleasure, but placing a hand on the back of my head to make sure I kept busy until she was finished with me. When she let go I rocked back on my heels, looking up once more. She was still just inches in front of me, and as I saw her tummy tighten I realised what she was going to do an instant before she let go, pissing in my face.

I took it, my mouth wide, drinking her urine in filthy, abandoned ecstasy, letting it fill my mouth and deliberately swallowing so that they could all see I was drinking her piss, moving my body to make sure it went all over my tits and ran down my belly to wet my pussy, and again to be sure my hair got soaked and some went down my back to soil my bottom. AJ was laughing as she watched me degrade myself, which made her pee come in little spurts, splashing in my face and hair, on my breasts and legs. I opened my mouth once more and came close, drinking direct from her pussy and swallowing over and over again, until at last her stream died to a trickle.

Some of the girls were clapping as I rocked back on my heels, with AJ's piddle still dribbling from either side of my mouth. My belly felt round and heavy, filled up with her piss, and I was dizzy with reaction and need, my thighs cocked wide to spread pussy open in the hope of a touch. AJ saw, and nodded, put out one booted foot and pushed me over.

I sprawled on the mattress, now sodden with pee, and lifted my legs, showing off my pussy to her and the audience. She stepped close, to press one rounded boot-tip to me, spreading my sex lips onto the hard leather. I began to wriggle, rubbing my slippery, dirty cunt on her boot-cap, to smear black polish on my skin, and to bring my clit into contact. That was how I came the last time, tied up in the nude, spanked and tortured, my legs cocked wide to show off my bumhole to thirteen other girls, squirming in my lover's piss as I rubbed my cunt off on the toe of her boot.

I WAS IN
a fine state the next day, but I still managed to get into work. In fact it was rather nice having a bruised bottom, as the tenderness kept me constantly in mind of what had happened. I had been punished, properly, not in play, and although I assumed I could have called a halt if I'd needed to I knew that would have marked a downturn in my relationship with AJ. She had little time for anyone who wouldn't play by her rules.

Just that knowledge was enough to give me an exquisite little thrill every time I thought about it, and every time I sat down I thought about it. I also kept nipping down to the loo to inspect my bottom, admiring the colourful blotches where bruises had come up and the red marks where they'd scuffed my skin. In addition to the belting from Sam I'd been spanked over the knee three times, had a bath brush and a custom-made leather paddle taken to me, and been pinched and slapped repeatedly.

It felt both ridiculous and shameful to be proud of having my bottom beaten, but those feelings made it all the nicer, keeping me on a pleasant high all day. I was even polite to Andy, and spent lunchtime with the boys in Champagne Charlie's. When old Todmorden commented on my sunny disposition I just
smiled, ignoring the temptation to tell him that I was happy because I'd been so well spanked.

After all, it would only have given him ideas, and if AJ had given me permission to play with other women subject to her approval, that definitely did not apply to men. With that in mind, I began to reconsider my prospects for winning money on myself. A search of the net revealed plenty of old Triumphs, which I'd now set my heart on. Most were pretty beaten up, but with the assistance of Stepney Customs I could not only get myself a truly superb machine, but do it without help from AJ or the girls, which I knew would impress them.

My choice was Helen, who might not have been a lesbian, but I knew she shared my secret, and if she enjoyed a spanking, possibly she wouldn't mind a lick afterwards. There was still some tricky manoeuvring to be done, and the question of how to get my bet on safely, but she was being offered at 100–1, so it had to be worth a try. I made a point of being friendly to her, and by careful timing managed to bring her a cup of tea while both old Mr Montague and his nephew were out. Lucius Todmorden was around, but engrossed in paperwork, so it seemed unlikely that we'd be disturbed.

‘Here we are,' I said, putting the tea down on her desk.

‘Thank you, Pippa,' she said. ‘You're in a very bright mood today.'

It was too good an opening to miss, although I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks as I spoke.

‘That's because I got spanked last night.'

She went abruptly pink, but her eyes were wide with interest for all her blushes, and her voice was low and breathy as she replied.

‘Did you? You know we're not supposed to talk about it in the office, but . . .'

She trailed off, glancing at the door, which I'd closed on purpose, then speaking again.

‘Who by? Lucius?'

‘No, by my girlfriend, and some of her friends.'

A little purring noise escaped her throat.

‘Mr Montague had me OTK on Monday night,' she said. ‘We worked late. He wants me to come to Mr Rathwell's next party too. Will you be there?'

‘No. I'm not really into older men . . . or men at all for that matter.'

‘I heard that from Maggie. I prefer older men. They know what to do.'

‘So does my girlfriend, believe me.'

She gave a nervous smile, still blushing with embarrassment for all her obvious enthusiasm. I was too as I put my next question.

‘Do you? With other women? Maggie maybe?'

‘Maggie? Yes,' she answered as her blushes grew darker.

I wanted to ask if she'd let me, or better still, do me, but she spoke again before I could get the words out.

‘In front of Mr Montague and Mr Todmorden, of course. I'm not really keen on woman to woman spankings, but I don't mind in front of men.'

I nodded, trying to look understanding instead of disappointed. Still, we at least had one thing in common, even if for me getting it with a male audience was only a fantasy and likely to remain that way. Unfortunately that made my wicked plan next to impossible, but I continued to talk, not wishing to give the impression that I'd just been trying to chat her up.

‘I don't mind the idea of getting it in front of men,' I admitted, ‘but I never have. I'd not sure I'd dare, and there's always what they'd expect afterwards.'

‘You should let Maggie do it in front of Mr Montague, that would be perfect for you. He's never pushy at all. Lucius . . . Lucius expects things.'

I knew exactly what Lucius expected, and found myself blushing again.

‘But really you should come to a party,' she went on. ‘Morris and Melody look after the girls really well.'

That wasn't what I'd heard, at least, not in the sense of making sure nobody got more than she'd bargained for, but I just shrugged.

‘My girlfriend wouldn't let me,' I told her.

‘That's a pity.'

‘But she did say Maggie could do me, if I asked. Well, not Maggie in particular, but women other than herself, so maybe . . .'

I caught myself, realising that if I admitted to her that I'd be willing to be spanked in front of old Mr Montague it was likely to lead to an offer of exactly that. AJ would not be happy about it, and I didn't even have the excuse of trying to win my bet, only my own dirty fantasies.

‘You should,' she urged, and her voice sank lower, to an excited, conspiratorial whisper. ‘Maggie's very good at it, actually. She likes to slip something up my bottom while I'm being punished, but you know that, don't you?'