Her Challenge

She wasn’t allowed to be selective that was part of the challenge or the punishment. She knew he would know if she cheated and scanned the room first looking for the most appealing or at best the least repulsive. In this type of place it wouldn’t take much work on her part to seduce whoever it was she saw first. That was the deal, he picked the place. He would go in first; select a seat where he had a good view of the front door, and when she followed the first person that spoke to her would be the one she would be with tonight.

She already didn’t like the neighborhood they were driving thru. The women standing on the corners weren’t waiting for the bus. But there were several there waiting to give rides of one sort or another. The deeper doorways were already filling with bums looking for shelter for the night. They passed a seedy rent by the hour motel and he threw her a key. So he’d already scouted the area out. He had this planned all along. He knew she would lose the challenge. This lit a spark of anger in her. If he set her up, well, maybe she would just turn the tables. She licked her lips, whoever it is might not be appealing but they were in for the time of their life tonight.

They parked across the street from The Give It Up bar. He got out but before he shut the door he told her five minutes and not to forget to lock the doors, never can tell about the neighborhood. She checked her watch, then pulled the visor down, touched up her make up and glanced at her watch again. Four minutes, it was close enough; she still had to cross the street. She hated opening the door and thinking of walking even across the street alone in this neighborhood. Taking a deep breath, oh well, he was going to get paid back for making her do this one. She opened the door and shifted sideways in her seat, the skirt he had selected was so short that if she stepped out any other way she would be flashing her bare beaver to the street and whoever was on it at the time. One long leg at a time capped off with the sexy red platform sandals hit the pavement, and then she rose from the car like a cat slinking from its cave.

She closed the door remembering to hit the lock button. She had no escape anymore except the bar across the street. She stepped forward and heard the horn of the car coming. The dark windowed Mercedes slowed as it neared her, coming to a stop blocking her path, the window slowly lowered and a voice asked her to get in. Looking at the car then across at the bar, well he had said the first person to speak to her. She took a moment then rounded the car. He looked out or the bar just as she slid into the front seat and closed the door.

She looked across at the driver as he accelerated taking them away from those neighborhoods where you didn’t walk alone anytime. He handed her an envelope. Opening it she looked at a thick stack of bills. She had no idea how much was in there but they were hundred dollar bills and there were a lot, so he thought she was a hooker. “One night, all night, no limits, my rules.” His voice was low, sexy even she thought. He wasn’t bad to look at, his car, clothes and cologne all spoke of money. How bad could it be? And besides she was supposed to do just that with the first one that spoke to her, why it couldn’t be with someone that was decent and well the money was just sweetener to the deal. Her phone vibrated in her purse and she ignored the incoming call. She signaled her agreement by tucking the envelope into her purse and sliding closer to the console dividing their seats, her hand sliding up his thigh. Mmmm…. It felt muscular beneath her hand. This might be a good deal after all.

He reached beside him and handed her a blindfold and handcuffs, telling her to put them on please. Smiling she took the items, slipping the blindfold carefully around her head she then snapped the cuffs on each wrist and reached up to pull it down into place. His hand stroked over the top of her exposed breast. She shivered not from the cold or from fear but from excitement.

Twenty minutes of driving, his hand caressing various parts of her exposed skin and he turned into a tree lined drive. Pulling up to the front of the house set back from the street hidden by trees and the gated fence surrounding, he stopped. She waited as she heard him exit his side of the car, and when her door opened and he took her hands, she allowed him to help her from her seat. This time she didn’t turn before stepping out and he got a good look at her shaved mound, the light glistening around the indented start of her slit.

When she stood his hand cupped her ass and urged her forward. His touch guided her, only when they came to the steps did he take her hands again telling her five steps, leading her carefully up them. The door opened just as they reached the top step. They weren’t alone she guessed, though no words were exchanged. Stepping into the entry she heard her heels click on the marble floor. Once inside and the door shut, he unlocked the cuffs, when she raised her hand to remove the blindfold; his caught hers in a tight grip. “The blindfold stays on unless I remove it. From here forward you won’t speak unless spoken to and you will obey anything that is told to you by whoever.”

She nodded her understanding and she felt his hand lifting her hair from her neck. His kissing and nibbling had her trembling. The hand holding her hair twisted it wrapping it around his fist as he nuzzled her. When he yanked her head back by her hair she gasps, she wasn’t prepared for the contrast. As he yanked her head back her blouse was pulled open exposing her creamy skin and her red demi bra. The bra pushed her ample breasts upward making them look like an offering. As he held her hair a mouth closed down over the top of her right breast and bit into the pale flesh. When the teeth released and pulled back there was a double ring left, a ring of bruising from by the teeth biting into her skin and a red outline of the lipsticked mouth that had lowered onto her.

What an erotic site he thought, his raven haired wife biting into the flesh of this leggy buxom brunette. She obviously approved of his selection. Her hand was reaching under the short skirt and rubbing the girls wet slit. He saw her beginning to move against his wife’s diligent fingers. Her breath quickened as the woman expertly manipulated her swollen clit. Her legs just beginning to tremble as the woman withdrew her hand. Bringing the wet fingers to her mouth, tasting one then offering him the other. He sucked her finger into his mouth, delicious, what a treat this cum slut would be.

He had left the Give It Up Bar as soon as he saw her closing the door on the Mercedes. He sprinted to his car and after unlocking the door and starting it spun a u turn to follow. It wasn’t long though before the Mercedes lost him in traffic. He tried her cell phone but it just rang. Damn her, he told her what he expected tonight. He turned the corner and headed for their apartment. Nothing he could do now but wait for her to come home or to call.

She whimpered when the woman stopped just short of allowing her to cum. The hot touch of the fingers caused a longing in her cunt. The small contractions precluding her orgasm had left her feeling even emptier. Her nipples had hardened and were exposed over the lacy edge of the harlot bra. He raised her hair again as his wife buckled the collar around her neck, snug but not too tight. She slid the blouse down her arms leaving it in a pile on the marble tiled entry. Her arms were pulled behind her and laced intricately from the wrist to the elbow with a black silken cord. With her arms bound elbows touching it thrust her bountiful chest forward in a perverse pose. Her tits spilled over the red lace offering them up for sport.

The raven haired woman couldn’t resist suckling on the erect nipple nearest her. She loved a well rounded soft woman. And thankfully her husband indulged her quite often. Sometimes he would send her out looking for her own treat but the real delight was when he selected them for her and brought them home. He had such exquisite taste in woman flesh. This one was the perfect example, for a whore she had class, you wouldn’t guess she earned her living by submitting to other’s fetishes.

Her teeth gently bit into the surrounding areola as her tongue teased and she suckled the protruding nipple. She felt it swell and grow with her adept attention this just urged her on, her hand coming up to squeeze and need the other tit as her mouth made over this one. She felt his hand on her back, a gentle reminder of where they were, and that there were much more comfortable surroundings to play in. She reluctantly released the suction of her lips from the aroused nipple.

The woman stood chest thrust forward, bra unable to contain her bodacious breasts, skirt riding low on her hips below her belly button but so short it barely covered her ass cheeks. The tops of her fishnet stockings were exposed showing they were being held up by red garters disappearing under the hem of the skirt. She was a delicious sight one just waiting to be consumed and used.

Only one more task to be completed before they left the entry. The woman urged her to spread her feet shoulder width apart, and with her husband assistance, of pulling up on the restraints holding her wrists she was forced to bend forward in an awkward position, if he hadn’t had a good grip on her wrists she would have gone face first into the marble.
The skirt rode up and her spread thighs showed the moisture that had trickled down onto them. The wife’s fingers once again stroked over her excited mound, pausing to work her electrified nub. She moved her hips as the woman expertly manipulated the button. She wasn’t going to let her cum, she knew it but damn it felt good.

She stopped again just as the girl was beginning to tremble and a sharp smack to her wet cunt broke the spell. Three fingers probed into her wet passage and it caused her to moan with the violation. He opened his hand holding out to his wife the two silver walnut shaped balls. Choosing the first in her long painted red nails she gently shook it feeling the vibrations of the insides coming through the cool metal exterior. She took the ball and placed it at the dripping opening then deftly pushed it high into her pulsing cunt. The second sphere followed. The cold sensation of the balls sliding into her contrasted her own heat, but it was only a matter of moments before her own body warmed them and she could only feel the vibrations the benwa balls were sending through her with every slight motion.

He released her wrists and helped her to stand upright again. When she was steady on her feet again and his wife stood facing her he watched as his wife claimed her pink lips with her own painted red ones. It was a long languid kiss that he saw the woman return with the same fervor. The man felt the growing tightness in his groin. His wife knew how to turn him on, how to make him burn inside for her. He watched as their tongues entwined each sucking the others into their own mouths battling with their own. When his wife’s teeth captured the brunette’s lower lip between them and pulled it back as it raked over he saw the kiss end. Both seemed a bit breathless from the activity.

Walking in thru the halls they passed a few rooms before unlocking the last door. Entering their private playroom, he mused at the collection of toys and furniture they had amassed in the past few years. Each indulging the others fascination for new experiences they had created quite an assortment of pleasurable and painful tools.

Her arms bound together behind her back eliminated the possibility of laying her back on the table in the center. The wife thought of how delightful she would look there, laying on her back her hands drawn up over her head stretched taunt while her heels were placed in the stirrups at the other end of the table, force wide open, her butt at the edge. Her knees bent and out of the way. The brunette’s cunt wide open for viewing and other delightful activities but that would come later.

As the brunette walked the balls inside her shook. There was no way the weighted balls would be expelled from her as her cunt contracted around them pulling them deep within it’s recesses and holding them there, letting them work their magic and heightening her excitement.

On entering the room the wife removed her short wrap around dress, exposing her own shapely figure. Not as well endowed as the brunette she still had ample cleavage spilling over the top of her black corseted figure. Seeing her dressed in the corset and the black thigh high boots he smiled, so she was feeling the little dominatrix tonight. This would be a treat, watching the brunette squirm her own mind trying to twist between the pain and the pleasure his wife was about to give her.

He walked to his wife, grabbing her hair as he loved to kiss her full pouty lips. His other hand caressed her breast as she molded her body to fit his. They did fit together standing when she was in her heels and when horizontal well their bodies might as well be one.

He stripped his shirt off and settled into the chair that gave his a view of every apparatus in the room. He wondered where she would start first this time. He watched as she traced a red nail over the woman. Then she took all of them and raked down her white skin leaving 8 trails behind. The brunette’s head was thrown backward pushing her neck and boobs forward for the reward of his wife’s treatment. Her neck exposed his wife bit and nibbled her way up and down the woman’s throat her hands skillfully working her bound captive’s mammaries.

She reached around her, her body pressing into the brunette’s as she felt for her hands, feeling the coolness of her hands she knew it was time to release her for the time being and allow the blood to flow once again freely. She wasn’t unhappy with that thought, with her arms from behind her there was so much more she could do to her. She walked her toward the mirrored wall, pressing her into the cold pane. She could see the brunette’s breath fogging the area around her mouth as she unlaced the tie holding her arms taunt. Her boot clad foot forced the brunette to spread her own feet so that she was open below to whatever the wife may want.

Her arm loose she let them fall to her sides, still pressed against the mirror she knew if she was to move she would be directed. She was trained well, it spoke well of her master, and even though He wasn’t present nor did they know she was owned she would do Him proud of her and His diligent training.

The wife stepped back looking over her prize. The woman wasn’t a common street whore that was for sure. She knew this game and knew it well. She was surprised that she was out for hire and not in someone’s private service, but then who knew the circumstances that put her on the streets. She had never before had the inklings of wanting to keep a slave herself but this one had her thinking. She had a delightful body to indulge in, she already knew the sweetness of the honey that flowed from her cunt, and she had so far complied without any resistance everything that was put to her. She would put her through her paces if she proved to be what she seemed maybe she would be begging her husband for a new addition to the playroom. This time it would be a live one.

Maybe she should test her a bit now; so far everything had been for her pleasure what would the brunette do if things turned a bit more painful? She walked to the pegged wall and selected a supple black riding crop. She flicked the air as she walked back behind the brunette at the mirror. Tracing the looped tip over her back she caressed her skin with the leather and then just as quickly pulled back and landed a lash across the woman’s shoulder blade. An angry red welt began forming but the beauty remained pressed and motionless the only sound was an intake of breath as the crop lashed into her skin. She smiled and looked at her seated husband. His hand was stroking over his freed cock. Rubbing the uncut foreskin up and down the shaft, the head being exposed then covered.

It turned her on so to watch him masturbate, even more so watching a skillful woman use her mouth to arouse him. It was time to see how skilled her new treasure was with a man. She pulled her away from the mirror and attached a lead to the d ring on the collar at her neck. Immediately the brunette dropped to her hands and knees. This one was trained, this was good. She pulled the blindfold from her pet’s eyes and to her pleasure the woman only blinked and kept her eyes to the floor not looking in curiosity at her surroundings or playmates. Heeling at her Mistresses side she crawled breast swaying beneath her to the man seated in the comfortable chair. All that she could see was his feet and muscular legs. From the flexing of his feet she imagined he was stroking himself or somehow enjoying having his member pleasured.