Tattoo-part 2

Chantelle was begging her to stop. Clearly our young friend had no principles and was not going to listen to her request. Robyn was not moving toward me her hand behind her back and her breasts jutting over the top of her back lace-up Basque.
‘I have something for you!’ she said in a spiteful way. 
She then ordered me to close my eyes with the treat of having the blindfold back on if I didn’t. I immediately obeyed. I would rather obey then have to wear the blindfold again. Once close she brought something up to my face.
‘Smell it’ she commanded.
Instantly I recognised the aroma. It smelt of wax. 
‘What does it smell of’ she demanded.
I meekly replied. ‘Wax’
‘What else? She persisted.
It was brought to my nose again and I took a deep breath. Another familiar smell filled my lungs. I again recognised it. It was the smell of sex! 
‘Well?’ she enquired.

I could not bring myself to say what I knew it was. I presumed she must have been holding her damp underwear under my nose. I did not wish to give her the satisfaction of letting her know that I recognised the aroma of sexual excitement.
Before I could think another thought a pliable substance was being pushed over my mouth and nose.
‘Smell it and taste it you stuck up whore! Spat Robyn.
The taste and smell of wax and sex filled my nostrils and mouth. I spat out the mixture but still some remained along with some annoying small hairs. I gagged as one caught in the back of my mouth
I opened my eyes and said what she wanted.
‘Sex.. it smelt of sex..’
I was then given a few sips of water to clear my mouth. I looked down at the floor to see the broken remains of the wax along with a few tinny wisps of pubic hair.

I could now again see Yolanda’s open crutch and Chantelle was wiping off the excess cream with a white towel. I then looked on as she kneeled in front of the open orifice. The women gathered around watching eagerly. Chantelle then arched her face forward. Closer she moved in. She then moved in the last short distance. I looked on in disbelief as she voluntarily and with great enthusiasm began licking the shaven crutch of her older friend. Yolanda again begged her to stop but this request seemed to make her be all the more determined. 

Jacque, the blonde trainee, left the scene and walked towards me. She then knelt down in front of me. I looked down. She licked her pouting lips. She then adjusted her Basque allowing more of her cleavage to show. She squeezed her breasts together and cupped them as though she were offering them to me. Her nipples sprung out over the top of the black lacy trim. She took hold of each one in turn and stimulated them. Then she reached forward with her gauntleted arms. Both hands began to grope at my exposed crutch. She pushed back my hood and began flicking my clit. Another couple of fingers divided my opening. Soon she was vigorously fingering me and I was lost in a sea of pleasure. 

Dildo time
I soon came and she stopped her pleasuring. I opened my eyes and saw that the punky receptionist was between Yolanda’s legs licking her exposed sex. That little slut Chantelle had her tongue down the thowt of the Trainee and they groped each other. Robyn was now walking towards me. I wondered what she had in mind. I glanced down her body and my question was answered. Strapped around her hips was an enormous black dildo! I had seen these things in adult catalogues. In fact I am not unaccustomed to artificial stimulation! In fact I have my own small vibratory for when my partner is away.

The phallus approaching me was a lot bigger than I’m used to. It must have been at least ten inches long with a girth of about 5 inches. It reminded me of something I’d seen at the zoo! Whilst I had experienced a number of different size cocks during my college days but nothing had ever been as big as this! Surely she could not be seriously thinking of fucking me with that! I presumed she was just being macho and showing off.

Robyn stood just inches away from me, the phallus gently prodding my belly button.
‘You rich prudish bitches are just gagging to be fucked by a gang of lessies aren’t you? She spat.
I said nothing.
She then took hold of the monstrosity dangling from its leather harness. Her hand could not surround its large girth. She adjusted it and it came to rest pushing upward on my peritoneum. She was a little shorter than me, which made her positioning easy. 
I had to speak.
I thought quickly and tried to negotiate.
‘Please don’t put that thing into me…do you have a smaller one?’ I pleaded.
‘You will do as your fucking well told! She snapped.
‘Or would you rather I fucked that little virgin over there? She said nodding towards Yolanda, who was now being licked by the punky receptionist.
I quickly begged her to save Yolanda and to have me instead.
‘Ask me to fuck you!’ she demanded.
I did not respond. I then felt a sting on my face and she slapped me.
Hurriedly I uttered the words to prevent another slap.
‘Fuck me… fuck me…please fuck me…’ 
With those words of encouragement she began guiding the large head of the dildo between my lips. She looked down and then spat a large globule of saliva which I presume hit the phallus. 

Slowly the enormous girth stretched by labia open helped by her guiding fingers. It now rested on the entrance to my now wet but tight orifice. I gasped at it pushed against it’s narrow opening.
‘Pleeese…stop…..’ I whispered.
‘So you want me to fuck the girl instead’ she questioned.
As she spoke she stopping her gentle thrusting.
‘Please fuck me not her.’ I assured her
Again the hard black rubber probed me. Then she gave a more forceful thrust and it entered me. I gave out a yell and took in a deep breath. Once past my opening she began to guide its length little by little in to me. It was a though my body was being split in two! Just how we women have babies I just don’t know!

Robyn spoke. ‘It’s half way in now. Beg me for the rest of it!’
I obeyed her instruction fearful that she might carry out her threat.
‘Please let me have all of it…fuck me… fuck me…’ I pleaded, full of armature dramatics.
She responded with one enormous thrust. I felt the false cock smack into the neck of my womb. Somehow by slender body managed to find room for this monster! She then began fucking me like a man. Twisting and turning the dildo with great dexterity. I felt the familiar feeling of an organism coming. I tried to control it, to save it, to wish it away. But I could do none of those things.
‘AH! ’ I shouted have regained my voice. 
‘Don’t stop p..l…..e…a…s…e!’ With that I came.

She withdrew the now shiny rubber object and walked away. I noticed that Jacque and Chantelle were kissing and fondling each other but soon stopped when they saw Robyn. She stood side on to me and beckoned them. They approached her and knelt in front of her. Jacque crawled forward and began to lick the phases. Chantelle looked on. Then following a gesture from Robyn, she too began to lick off my juices from the black invader, which had taken me so vigorously. 

I could see that the punky redheaded receptionist was now on her feet. She began to untie the black ribbons which held Yolanda’s feet in those cruel stirrups. Once untied she allowed the legs to fall onto the couch. Next she undid the cords , which were holding her arms to the couch and helped her to sit up. I could see that she had been crying. Her mascara had run and she looked like a panda with those big brown eyes and smudged black make-up. 

She was then pulled to her feet, the crumpled white dress feel into place and covered her naked sex. No sooner than her feet hit the ground than she was pushed to the floor. She was then pulled towards the phallus. She tried to twist her body away from it. They forced her into a kneeling position. A few forceful slaps on her bare legs and arms and she yielded. She tentatively began gently licking the phallus with the tips of her tongue. Then following more thrusts with its whole length. 

Once that had all enjoyed watching the spectacle she was pulled to her feet. They all stood around her looking at her. They then circled her walking around her like wolves sizing up a newly born lamb. Then they grabbed her. The punky girl took hold of her arms and held them firmly behind her back. Jacque threw her self on the floor and held her feet angles in an arm-lock. Robyn then stood facing her. 
‘It’s been a few weeks since we saw those dainty tits of yours’ she said
What size are they? She pondered out loudly 
She turned to her colleagues.
‘ 30B or maybe 32B?’ 
They laughed and said they couldn’t remember.
Chantelle then spoke.
‘There 30B but she wears a 32 bra to make them look bigger!’
They all laughed at this revelation. 
‘Clearly she wants people to notice her breasts’ joked Jacque as she played with Chantelle’s long hair.

Stripping Yolanda
Robyn eyed Yolanda up and down and then took a pace closer. She reached forth and took hold of the white dress by its lapels. She pulled her arms outwards with great force. The poppers and fabric gave. The tiny white dress opened up revealing her white bra and bald labia. It was quickly pulled from her shoulders and down her trapped arms by Chantelle. 

Chantelle then took Robyn's position. She reached forward and gently ran her finger over her friend’s exposed tummy. She then let it wonder upwards. Her other hand joined in the stroking. Then she grasped at the covered breasts, fondling them through the roomy bra. Then I saw the Robyn had her knife in her hand. She pushed Chantelle gently aside and run the blade up Yolanda’s flesh until it came to rest in the centre of the bra. She then allowed its tip to probe under the dainty white decretive ribbon. Once underneath the fabric she yanked the knife upwards and outwards. The bra fell in two. Her breast feel fee for all to admire. 

Chantelle wasted no time in moving forward and grasping the newly exposed flesh. Soon she was sucking on Yolanda’s nipples lick a hungry puppy. After a few moments she brook free and Yolanda was taken over to a couch. Jacque and the punky receptionist bent her over and tied her arms on to the opposite side of the couch. They then spread her legs and tide them also. From my position I had a good view of her rounded buttocks. I could clearly see that she did indeed have very tanned legs, highlighted further by the whir=tenses of her exposed rump.

No sooner than they had completed the task all the women and Chantelle went behind one of the curtains. The women emerged some minutes latter. Each one had removed they black panties and were sporting various sizes of dildos. As they got closer I could see the reason for their different walk to normal. Their apparatus was not just held to the hips by leather strapping but was also slipped inside them. 

Chantelle then came out from behind the curtains. She too hade removed her underwear but thankfully did not have a dildo attached to herself. In her hand was a leather object which I had seen in an adult catalogue. A circle of leather with a leather handle attached which I believe is called a paddle.