Harassment Backlash Part two

She was breathing deeply now relishing Dorita's ministrations, which were now becoming more erotic with an occasional finger venturing in to her crack. The tick tock tick tock became a pulsating feeling in her crotch and she knew that precum was lubricating her vagina. Dorita's hands slowly moved back to her hips and she could feel her lips touching the flesh, kissing and licking where the leather would kiss for the fourth an last time. At least she thought so, Dorita had received three so she would get three plus one for covering her cheeks. Tick tock tick tock she counted thirty and still nothing. Dorita's gentle fingers continued to massage her hips. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

"Whack! Whack! Whack!" 

Wendy gasped louder with each leathery encounter, the pain forcing tears. She automatically attempted to stand but Dorita, despite her size clamped her down and then moved her fingers followed by her lips towards the stinging flesh. She could feel Dorita move to her knees behind her without her fingers or lips loosing contact with her burning skin.

"Lower your head to the desk private, and you may speak." She lowered her head as ordered and wondered what he wanted her to say. Then as Dorita's soft full lips contacted her vulva she remembered her thanking him and she replied.

"Thank you sir," a slender tongue began twirling between her inner lips. "Thank you sir ... sir for disciplining ... thank ... oh, ooooh ... you ... oooh sir." She climaxed trembling with pleasure her burning flesh only adding to her sense of satisfaction. 

She couldn't believe it, was there a latent masochist somewhere in her psyche? Dorita stopped licking her, moving away and his penis rammed into her vagina. He proceeded to pump as his hands replaced Dorita's on her hips. She noticed Dorita's walking out of the room, returning a minute later with towels just as he ejaculated. He pulled out and stood back and Wendy assumed that Dorita was wiping his member.

"Stand private! About face!" Dorita was pulling up his pants, doing the zipper and belt. "At ease. You may thank me now for allowing you to satisfy me."

"Thank you sir, for coming inside me." Dorita finished with his pants and got on her knees in front of Wendy, wiping her crotch with a towel. He walked behind his desk and sat down.

"About face! He stared at her as he leaned back placing his feet on the desk. "I take it that you have always been the dominant force in any of your lesbian relationships. Correct?"

"Right Captain, sir."

"The Sergeant as you probably know is the submissive type. She thrives on authority. I'm therefore promoting you to corporal for the night. You have my permission to use her body, the way you usually handle your lovers, for the next thirty minutes. There are only three rules of engagement; you cannot kiss her on the lips, you will perform on the carpet there for my visual pleasure. - He pointed at a thick white bearskin rug - and you will not utter a word during the act. Any questions?"

"Yes sir. Thank you Captain, sir. I have never been spanked before but I sometimes like to spank my lovers, just to set the parameters, barehanded only."

"You have my permission corporal. Dismissed!" 

Wendy saluted and turned to Dorita who was saluting her husband smartly and then turned towards Wendy saluting. "I'm ready for action Corporal." Her beautiful dark eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"At ease sergeant." Wendy replied breathlessly and held out her arms; Dorita flew around her neck moaning with pleasure, kissing Wendy's neck. She was nearly a head taller than Dorita and grasping her cheeks, lifted her off the floor. She threw her shapely little legs around Wendy's' waist purring with pleasure.

Wendy walked them to the bearskin rug and lifted Dorita down turning her around. Dorita turned her head displaying her sweet dark eyes and pouting lips over her shoulder as she bent over; her face an unspoken spank me please expression. 

"I want both of you to maintain eye contact with me while you spank her, corporal!" They arranged themselves as per his orders and Wendy reached her left hand under her spankee's belly palming her vagina. Dorita let a high pitched moan out as a finger touched her clit. Wendy dug five fingers into the vulva perimeter and let her cupped right palm fly onto one eagerly awaiting cheek. Dorita groaned with pleasure as her other cheek was slapped and then the first. Six times the sound of slapped soft flesh, accompanied by Dorita's groans becoming grunts, rang out

Wendy stopped while Dorita moaned and groaned her tight buns churning, beckoning for more.

"I think Corporal that our brave little sergeant has earned the right to about ten more and you could apply a little more elbow grease to the task."

"Yes sir," she raised her hand and tightened her hold on the tiny woman's squirming body. She let her have it harder then before and Dorita's response increased as she cried with pleasure on each slap and by the tenth, Wendy's left hand was soaked with Dorita's cum. She released her and cupped her mouth with her moistened palm. Dorita eagerly slurped her own juices. Wendy then used her other hand to force her submissive lover's face into her abundant cleavage. 

Not being allowed to speak she clasped Dorita's head, pushing it away to look in her eyes while showing her teeth, made biting motions and then forced Dorita's face back into her breasts. She moaned as Dorita sucked and gently chewed on her flesh. She moaned louder with a tone of dissatisfaction and then gasped as Dorita's teeth left impressions in her flesh. Her own fingers dug into the small well padded spheres she had just warmed, each a pleasantly pliant glob of flesh to be molded and remolded as Dorita heatedly flexed her body. 

Wendy encouraged the chewing of her flesh by digging her fingers deeper and harder into the writhing little mounds in her hands. Dorita lifted each heavy hanger in turn and applied her teeth everywhere, She couldn't believe what was happening to her; never before had pain been pleasure. Her tits were aching while her vagina burned with desire; the more pain the hornier she became. 

Finally her crotch won out, crossing her arms in front of Dorita she grasped her by the waist lifting and twirling her like a doll, then diving her lips into the sparsely covered mound. Dorita responded by closing her shapely little thighs around Wendy's head and clasping her checks, plunging her face into the inverted red bush.

"A standing sixty-niner, great execution sergeant." He clapped his approval to deaf ears; both women totally oblivious to their surroundings while tongues licked vagina's. As Wendy neared her climax she dropped on her knees and then rolled on her back with Dorita on top of her, their tongues oblivious to the change in position. 

Wendy climaxed like never before as Dorita's experienced tongue send shivers through her body. Her own tongue continued to twirl inside her excitable partner until she shook and groaned almost deliriously. They rolled on their sides relishing the feeling whilel gently stroking each other for the remainder of their thirty minutes. All to soon the husband bellowed: time. They got up and saluted smartly or nearly so. He eyed them critically with the closest thing to a smile Wendy had seen on his face. 

"You may leave now. Bedtime will be at twenty-two thirty sharp. You can chitchat all you want, as long as you're out of my earshot. Kissing and your female caressing is allowed but oral sex is out of the question." They saluted and marched out, heading for the bathroom to clean up. After that they sat in the kitchen talking. Dorita made tea and brought a cup to her husband.

They drank the tea and made small talk. Until Wendy asked her something she'd been wondering about. "Dorita," why did he say we could kiss but no sex?" 

"My husband is a good man and like most men like sex but when it's over it's over sort of thing." She got up and sat on Wendy's lap, kissing her. Wendy hugged her warmly. "I like to be hugged and he knows that so when we have a visitor he lets me do that. She threw her arms around Wendy's neck and they kissed again. Wendy squeezed the little woman's body into hers. Dorita buried her face in Wendy's neck cooing with pleasure. Wendy was never much of a hugger herself but she enjoyed being needed by this love-starved woman. She was being ordered around, lashed and screwed and probably provided blowjobs galore but she wasn't being loved. 

"Just like a selfish barbarian male," Wendy thought to herself while kissing Dorita's forehead. Dorita raised her head and kissed her almost desperately.

"Would you like to slow dance with me Wendy?" 

"I'm not a very good cancer Dorita but I guess I can waltz a bit." Dorita got up and turned on a small portable stereo.

"Romantic strings," she said. "I can't remember the names but who cares. I always have that tape in there." They kissed as Dorita hung around Wendy's neck. Wendy wondered if Judy had been here dancing with Dorita to the same tunes. Dorita's naked body churned into hers while she hummed to the music between kisses. 

The tape stopped, "was that a whole side Dorita?" 

"Yes twenty minutes, time flies when you feel really good, doesn't it? It's an old Stereo set, I have to turn the tape and play the other side." Dorita embraced Wendy's waist this time grasping her buns, her face buried in Wendy's breasts, nuzzling those large soft mammary glands. Wendy caressed her back sometimes mashing her head into her breasts with one hand making Dorita groan with pleasure as she sucked on her skin, then lifting her head for a kiss as they danced slowly.

Another tape finished and Dorita looked at the clock, telling Wendy that they had to prepare for bed. They washed each other's bodies in the shower and then waited for the husband in the bedroom kneeling on a bearskin rug by the bed. Wendy wondered why they didn't stand attention and asked Dorita why.

"Oh we are not in the army now, Wendy. We are harem slaves but I can't tell you any more. Just bow your head like this with your hands behind your back when our master enters." They waited a long time listening as he showered and then finally entered the room. He placed the riding crop on the night table and got into bed ignoring them completely.

Wendy peeked at the bed and just saw the back of his head above the covers. She looked at Dorita and nudged her arm. Dorita put a finger to her lips and then pointed at the riding crop on the night table, then shook her head and lowered it again. An hour went by, she decided to keep her mind on the reason she was here, Judy. She wasn't going to let this power mad barbarian interfere with earning her Ebony dreamboat. 

He began to snore. Were they going to kneel here until morning; she thought, this was absolutely crazy. She would rather be in that one-eyed monstrosity in Judy's cellar. At least she could sleep in that thing. She peeked at the digital clock waiting for each minute to flash. Time had never dragged like this in her life.

To be continued...