Weekend Getaway: Friday Evening

Friday evening.

He doesn’t let her dress, preferring to watch her manage his errands perfectly naked. She gets him a beer, runs him a shower and continues unpacking with her body uncovered, as he watches her bruises deepen and her ass flush profoundly, the blood surging just below the surface. She does it all without a sound, without a complaint. Hours of torturous nudity, able to see what she can unmistakably feel flowering across her skin.

As dusk becomes a bright night, he sits on the couch and pulls her to him, beginning the conversation she hoped he would forget about. He lectures her quietly about how intolerable her attitude had been lately. She stiffens; glares and soft growls returning when she considers the hypocrisy of these statements. He wants me to welcome this woman in for tea and cookies when she has so vulgarly gawked at my thrashed body? He notices her defiance, and frowns.

Mark reaches and pats her bottom, seeing that it is still red. She takes a cleansing breath, trying to control the petulant and aggressive phrases that want to spring from her mouth.

Okay, anyway…I disagree.

I was more than hospitable.

Well...I didn’t think so.

She was the one overstepping traditional neighbor relations.

kay crosses her arms and looks away in disgust. She is unhappy to be discussing it and makes that very clear to him.

No, you were the one being whiny about all of this.

kay rolls her eyes.

You were also the one who deserved what she got.

kay shrugs, and heads to the bedroom to get dressed for dinner. She mutters to herself as he chokes back a snarl. After all that punishment, she still has the attitude? Unacceptable. She ignores him as she dashes up the stairs, down the hall and into the bathroom. kay runs a bath in the tub and dumps in the bubbles. He crosses to the bottom of the stairs and looks up into the shadows.

I want to make something perfectly clear to you, kay, about tonight..are you listening?

kay?

Damn it!

kay...answer me!

kay shouts yeah over the running water, mimicking him into the mirror and giggling to herself.

I'm listening.

kay tests the water. Mark rolls his eyes and prepares for what will too soon happen. She knows she’s pushing her luck. kay turns off the water and peeps out the door. She can hear him climb the stairs.

Okay, okay.

Mark walks towards the bedroom.

I'm listening.

kay wraps a towel around herself quickly and sits precariously on the bed, trying to look as obedient as she can manage. He finds her in the bedroom, leans down to look into her face…he swallows hard and points at her.

You will be as polite as you can tonight with our guest.

kay nods. He nods, sure that he has made his wishes crystal clear. He stands and smiles.

I'll start preparing the steaks for dinner.

kay grins...yum. Mark turns and heads for the kitchen.

He grabs the coal and opens the porch door, stepping out into the warm evening, the air heavy with humidity and bug repellant. He can still hear her.

And mashed potatoes?

And asparagus?

Mark shuts the back door as he pulls the grill out. She continues to shout her desired meal down the stairs at him.

And salads?

Mark laughs to himself and shouts back, stacking the coals in the grill and squirting them with lighter fluid.

Yes...and that too!

kay giggles and heads back to the tub, plunging into the water and soaking her sore body. Meanwhile, Mark looks out for his neighbor’s car to see if she has returned from the store. kay sits in the tub for a full hour getting pruney. She splashes in the bubbles and hums to herself, forgetting all about her predicament for a while. kay washes her hair, gets out, and towels off. Downstairs in the backyard, Mark dumps what is left of the charcoal into the grill and puts everything in order to start.

kay pulls on her panties and bra, wincing. She studies the now faint bruises in the mirror, lamenting her thrashed skin. She lotions her legs and arms, combs out her hair and puts it up in a bun on top of her head.

Are you done yet in there, sweet?

kay tugs up her jeans and a pink baby doll.

Almost.

Well, hurry.

I need help in the kitchen.

kay freshens her makeup and sprays on her perfume, grinning at herself in the mirror. She walks into their bedroom and digs through her bag, pulling out shoes right and left. kay changes shoes like fifteen times. She sighs, deciding on two good ones. Mark hears her noises—scuffling and sighing upstairs, and wonders what the hell she could be doing in there. She saunters awkwardly down the stairs and heads for the kitchen, the charred meat making her mouth water. kay emerges wearing one white wedge and one pink heel.

Which one?

kay points at her shoes. He doesn’t even look; the briefest of glances.

White.

kay nods and goes to look at the wedges in the downstairs bathroom mirror, cocking her head to the left and the right. He groans, eyeing her with less and less patience. It was only a dinner in their home. Good Lord. He sighs heavily and turns to her.

Come on sweet, it ain’t the ball...just a neighbor coming over.

kay turns and turns and decides to...this time...stay with the white. kay growls...yeah, but it's THAT neighbor. He prickles instinctively, prepared for her tantrum, but trying to avoid it.

Remember your manners.....ok?

She takes a beer from the fridge and hands it to him to open. He does and she takes it without a word. kay prances out, nodding briskly.

Yeah, yeah.

Mark hears a soft knock at the door and goes to answer it. The girl is standing there holding a pumpkin pie and a bowl of watermelon slices. She is tall and curvy, with full breasts and a wide smile. She has short black hair and wears a snug tee shirt and Capri jeans. She pokes her head anxiously around Mark’s broad shoulder. He opens the door and turns to his girlfriend, wearing a cautionary expression.

It’s our neighbor, kay. Her name is tara.

kay plunks down on the couch and stares out the window, not forgetting what the girl had seen. She tries hard not to scowl. He watches her, wanting to give her a chance to do this right. He tries again.

She’s here already.

Right, right....

Early bird....

Worm...whatever.

kay can feel herself prickling at the thought of hearing that woman speak, laugh, breathe! How dare she come into my house; kay seethes. The girl enters, handing the food to Mark. He starts to take it to the kitchen, calling back to the girl over his shoulder.

Come on in and join kay in the living room.

Unable to control herself any longer, kay throws down her beer and huffs off, up the stairs. He growls to himself, making many silent threats. Mark looks over at kay, visibly pissed.

Was it something I did?

kay SLAMS the door to their bedroom. kay starts breaking what she can find. She throws books and an alarm clock at the wall, scowling as they bounce off unblemished. He can hear her and he sighs, wearily. Anger easily replaces his frustration.

No, tara.... She’s like that tonight...and probably need a good ass whipping so we can have dinner.

kay tosses a vase on the floor. He is livid now, hearing the crashes and watching tara jump. How dare she do this, reflect him so poorly? After everything he said…. Mark runs upstairs and yanks the door open. kay throws an ashtray at him. He ducks not a moment to soon. Mark captures her by the hair and slaps her face, holding her tightly.

Stop this shit and I mean right now!

Owww, hey!

You think this is soooo funny…having her here! Humiliating me! How do you like it?

kay rubs her face. Mark grabs her arm and pulls her down on the bed. kay kicks him and destroys the bed, pulling at the covers violently. Mark slaps her on the ass. kay gasps. He nods at her and whispers into her ear.

Our guest is downstairs and you’re being rude. Very rude.

kay growls, not wanting more trouble.

Fine.

But you better not talk about this afternoon.

Shut up, kay...that’s enough!

Mark grabs her again and this time, pulls her shirt off. kay holds tightly to her clothes, clinging desperately to her shirt and pouting. kay nods.

If you want to stay up here and be a little bitch, then so be it….

I can arrange for that right now.

Is that what you want?

kay looks at the floor.

Answer me, damn it!

I'm not.

You’re not what?

I'm not a bitch.

You're embarrassing me.

No, you’re embarrassing yourself.

kay swallows back many hateful words. He watches her, pleased that she says nothing. He relents.

Then stop acting like one and come downstairs.

Understand?

Fine, give me my shirt.

No.... Not until I get a good answer from you.

kay nods, silently.

Okay.

Here’s your shirt.

kay takes it briskly, yanks it over her head and goes to the bathroom to splash water on her face. He glares at her, promising himself that he will teach her about proper behavior. He smiles, cruelly.

And one thing more.... Don’t be surprised if you get spanked in front of our new friend.... It’s your choice.

kay reties back her hair, flinching. She swallows into the mirror, her face paling.

Understand?

I understand, but pleaseeee don't, please?

Is everything ok up here?

kay looks at the door, seeing tara’s shadow in the hall and lowering voice.

Yes, tara...we're on our way.

kay looks back at Mark. kay whispers pleeeease. kay tugs anxiously on him. Mark wonders if he should strip her now and humiliate her. He looks at her with those thoughts plainly etched on his face. She whimpers. kay shakes her head, desperately.

I'll be good.

I promise.

kay heads for the door to prove it.

Okay, good then.

kay nods and dashes down the stairs before he can change his mind. tara is right outside and kay breezes past her, without looking at her. The girl has a sick smile on her face and kay can’t handle looking at it one second longer. tara whispers to herself.

I think you’re gonna get your ass spanked tonight.... Oh...I can’t wait!

kay covers her pink face. kay glowers, but says nothing. tara notices that kay’s shirt is a bit untidy. tara wipes the glee off her face and tries hard to look concerned.

Everything ok guys?

kay is adamant that tara doesn't get a second show.

Yes, tara...everything’s fine now.

kay smoothes down her shirt.

Let’s eat!

kay sits at the table quietly, letting tara and Mark chatter amongst themselves about life and work. kay pokes at her salad with little appetite, just waiting for the night to be over. tara, once or twice, glances at kay’s breasts and wonders what she felt like earlier today, remembering her sprawled across the couch with tears in her eyes and splotches on her backside, wonders if those splotches are still there. Mark finally notices the strained conversation.

So...how’s the steaks, girls?

Fantastic.

kay pokes her untouched steak, throwing sideways glances at tara. tara looks at her plate quickly.

Why do you keep looking at me?

I’m sorry, kay.

kay narrows her eyes, but nods.

Yeah, well...knock it off.

I was just noticing you take very good care of yourself.

kay shrugs..it's my job.

Do you work out?

kay sighs...yes. She is sick of these questions, so superficial and frustrating. She turns to tara.

Do you? Do you work out?

Not that much.

Well, I guess accounting doesn't require it of you.

kay shrugs, smiling slightly. tara thinks that was a low blow. kay sighs loudly, noticing tara’s eyes on her chest again! She throws her fork down in revulsion.

Why are you staring at me?!?

tara looks away guiltily. kay stands and pulls her top down so tara can get a long look.

Better?

Oh my...(gasp)...yes, very nice.

kay tugs it back up, sits down, and pokes her steak. She rolls her eyes.

Swell.

What an awesome evening….

Mark is most certain there's going to be an ass whipping tonight; his jaw twitches, watching the girls. kay looks at him, doing absolutely NOTHING…she swallows and stands, heading for the back door. He tries to maintain composure.

kay.... Honey, that was uncalled for...apologize to our guest.

Now.

She can hear the insistence in his voice, the gentle threat. kay grabs her purse and walks outside. She calls back to the girl.

You smoke, tara?

Mark follows and grabs her and pulls her back to the table.

Apologize…

Now!

kay tries to shake him off. She sighs as his grip tightens and turns, poutily to the girl.

Sorry, tara.

tara blushes. kay looks at him.

Okay?

It’s okay, and by the way, they look nice.

Mark pulls kay to the front room. kay hauls her purse strap up, grimacing as the vice on her arm constricts.

I apologized!

kay tugs at her arm.

That’s it....if your gonna be that way then here’s what we are going to do…

kay stops moving and listens, anxiously. kay glances at the door to the kitchen.

Take your shirt off now! You will sit down beside tara and be nice...topless.

Understand?

You started this.

He shakes her to emphasize his point. kay pales and her mouth drops wide open.

Yes that’s right…

Off with it and now!

N-n-nno...Mark!

Mark grabs her arm and helps, yanking her top over her head. kay struggles. When he has it off, she glares at him; he lets her go, tossing the shirt onto the couch. kay grabs her purse and flees into the backyard, humiliated. tara follows her to the door, peering out at her from the screen, curiously. kay lights up a cigarette and glances around into the woods, shivering. She can hear tara moving around.

tara?

Come smoke if you want.

I've got plenty.

kay shrugs. Mark cleans up the kitchen, and then notices the absence of both women.

Hey girls...where did you go to?

I'd love one.

Thanks.

kay waves a cigarette at Mark, grinning. She inhales deeply and turns to the girl next to her, handing her a cigarette lighter.

So why are you really here, tara?

tara stares at kay’s breasts and lights a smoke. She shrugs and takes a drag.

I was invited.

kay raises an eyebrow.

Is that ok?

Sure, sure.

Where's your man?

kay blows thick smoke into the night sky and looks tara over.

He left to go back home...business, ya know?

kay nods...wish Mark had business, sometimes. She glances back at the kitchen where Mark is monitoring her carefully; she prickles. kay turns and watches the fireflies intently. tara feels bad for kay, considering how humiliating this must be.

Ya know if it would make you feel any better I can take off my shirt also...then we could both see what we want to...ok?

Oh?

You think I want to see you topless?

kay grins and grinds out her cigarette. tara narrows her eyes, instantly losing any empathy she may have had.

Yes.... I think you do...but are just too damn stubborn to say!

Honey, I am naked cause he says so, but if you want to take your shirt off, feel right at home.

Why are you so damn angry today?

I'm not angry.

It just wasn't a good first meeting.

You know he just might have to do what he did to you earlier if you don’t lighten up.

What do you know about it, anyway?

tara takes her shirt and bra off and stands in front of kay. kay lights up another and stares...at her face.

Well, I know enough to see that you were punished for a reason...I assume it was a good one.

kay laughs, looking back at Mark.

You know what they say about assuming.

tara is clearly getting agitated. kay shrugs.

Hey, whatever...guess I’ll go get a refill...you want one?

kay nods and hands tara her empty bottle. tara walks towards house. kay slaps her on the ass on her way in. kay grins.

Hey.....watch it!

kay, can I have a word with you in the other room?

kay shrugs again...you get what you want, right? kay looks back at him.

Okay.

kay gets up, stomps out her cigarette and heads in.

You need to settle down a bit.

She's our neighbor and you've been very rude so far tonight.

Can you cool it?

kay sits on the couch...I thought I have given her exactly what she wants. She turns to tara and slides her bra to the side. kay smiles at the girl and pinches her own nipples. tara disappears back into the kitchen.

Right?

Not yet, you haven’t.

kay sighs, replacing her bra.

Now stand up…

…and come over here.

kay stays seated and stares out the window. Mark reaches for her arm and then suddenly lets go.

I think I know what’s best for you, little girl.

kay looks at him. Mark leaves the room. kay twists her fingers nervously. Mark quietly asks tara to step into the room. kay chews her nails. kay pulls her legs up to her chest. tara walks in, sees her chewing her nails and waits patiently. kay growls.

What do you want?

tara, kay has been very rude to you tonight and I want to apologize for it.

kay narrows her eyes.

I think the best way to get this night on track is for kay to receive a spanking and I wanted you to see it, so you know this is not acceptable behavior.

Mark pulls at kay’s arm.

Get up, dear.

kay gasps and kicks the couch angrily. He yanks her bodily from her seat, his lips a tight slash across his face and brow furrowed.

Now!

Please don't do this, Mark.

kay stands, trying to peel his fingers off her arm. He points at her bra and jeans.

Finish taking off your clothes and make it snappy!

kay whines pitifully.

You see tara...spankings are serious around here and need to be administered quickly.

tara watches anxiously while kay undresses. kay unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down her legs, covering herself quickly. tara is salivating over every second. While no one is looking, tara pinches her own nipples. kay tucks herself against Mark to keep tara's eyes off of her. He pushes her away quickly, snapping at her.

Now step out of your pants, dear.

kay steps out and kicks them to the side, her back to tara.

This will be over my knee and, if you don’t mind tara, would you count for her?

kay blushes deeply. tara nods, gaping at what she is about to witness.

Yes, I don’t mind one bit.

kay pouts. Mark pulls kay over his lap and gently rubs her bottom. kay covers her face with her hands. Mark whispers to kay to open her legs up a little bit more. kay opens them a teeny bit. kay groans to herself. tara stands up straighter and looks. Mark readies for the first swat.

swat

kay can feel the room vibrate when tara gets closer and tries very hard not to close her legs.

Oww.

One....

swat

kay presses her lips together, determined not to make another sound.

Two...hmmmmm.

kay wriggles a little and keeps her hands over her eyes. Mark gently rubs her reddening bottom.

swat

swat

swat

Three, four, five…oh my!

kay bucks slightly and groans to herself.

swat

swat

swat

kay kicks her feet instinctively and grabs his leg.

Six, seven, eight.

Ooo.

tara...can you come over here please?

Yes...what can I do to help?

kay can feel her bottom blushing and she wants to rub it very much. kay glares at Mark.

Administer the last two for me and you can do them as hard as you would like...I’m sure she won’t mind.

kay growls. He smirks at her, holding her tightly. tara grins, enjoying the thought of smacking the little brat. kay digs her nails into his thigh.

Certainly.

SWAT!

How was that, Mark?

kay squeals and wiggles.

SWAT!

Owww.

Oh, that sounded pretty good.

kay hops up angrily.

How did that feel, honey?

kay rubs her butt and glares at both of them.

Did I make a point?

kay nods, not daring to open her mouth.

Oh, by the way, kay....no need to get dressed again.

kay's eyes get wider. She gapes at him, her face twisted with astonishment. He was being so cruel.

No, come on!

Mark stands up and hurries toward kay, grabbing her arm and pulling her very hard up the stairway and into the master bedroom, tara in tow. He pushes her down on the bed without a word. kay thinks longingly of her jeans; she tries to get up. He shoves her back down, harder.

Hey!

Oww!

tara walks over to help. kay fumbles around trying to get back up but he doesn’t let her off the bed. She glares at the girl who is closing in on the other side. Naked and helpless, kay covers herself with the sheet. kay scoots across the bed, angrily holding the sheet tightly at her throat. He yanks the cloth from her, furious.

That’s enough of your rotten attitude for the night. tara, can you reach over in the chest of drawers? In the top drawer…hand me the restraints?

This is soo unfair!

MARK!!!

tara moves quickly to help, digging through the drawer and producing the binds. kay stammers, curling away from them both.

I don't even know this woman!

Stop!!

kay wraps herself in the sheet and scurries toward the door. Mark restrains her, binding her hands together. He grabs her face and holds her against him.

Ooof!

Mark throws her on the bed. kay wails fussily, then resorts to begging.

Stop!

Stoooop!

kay kicks him hard. tara is overwhelmed and waits for instruction. He looks at her, pinning his girlfriend to the bed with his forearm.

tara! Please give me a hand and don’t just stand there!

kay growls at tara. tara moves toward kay, nervously.

Okay.

I'll fucking kill you if you touch me, tara.

tara takes a deep breath and moves to sit on her legs so she can’t kick. tara pats kay’s legs, making little shushing noises.

Easy, sweetheart.

kay struggles hard against tara's weight, bucking and thrashing wildly.

You stupid cow!

Mark grabs her hands and ties them to the middle bed post, and then to the frame.

You bitch, you lemme up right now!!!

Uhhhh, MARK!

Mark moves to her legs and motions tara to get up and move away. kay yanks hard at her restraints and kicks tara in the stomach, before she can escape.

Yeah, get the fuck away!

kay twists and turns. Mark ties two more straps, one on each leg and secures them to the corner bed post. kay screams. kay cries uselessly. Mark now unties the first strap which had held her ankles together. She wails pathetically.

Mark!?!?

Mark motions for tara to come over. kay begs him to let her up.

Please, please, pleeeease!

kay flails and bucks against the ties.

tara....her legs are tied down but they have too much slack in them. Adjust her straps on your side to help spread her legs wide open.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Okay...I’ll do that for you.

kay kicks hard, trying to keep her legs together. tara looks anxiously at kay, in the spread eagle position and sighs.

Good...that will do.

Also, grab me the gag out of the same drawer.

kay whines miserably, promising both of them very hateful things. She can see tara pulling out a gag and whines.

Nooo, Sir!

If she keeps running her mouth, please feel free to gag her...ok?

kay closes her mouth.

Okay...no problem.

I won't! You can’t!!

Mark grabs kay by the throat and squeezes.

Yes, I can....now be quiet.

kay pushes her hair back with her upper arms and struggles harder. kay looks at him, terrified. tara sighs and approaches kay, dangling the gag in front of her face.

I’ll just go ahead and gag her so she can’t scream so loud.

kay stops moving.

Please don't, tara.

kay pleads desperately. Mark looks up from binding kay and addresses tara again.

Can you get the video camera out of the closet for me, tara?

kay slams her eyes shut, wishing for something to end this…flood, earthquake, act of God, anything! tara nods at Mark, her mouth curved into a depraved smile.

Okay...do you have a tape in it?

Yes and it’s blank.

kay chews her lip, anxiously. Mark can see the look on tara’s face and laughs.

This can be a tape for you to keep for yourself.

kay pulls hard at her restraints. She is not amused; she is not happy. kay growls. tara smiles back at him.

Oh, thank you!

kay glares at tara, hatefully. Mark slaps kay’s face twice, sick of her attitude.

Stop that crap...and now!

kay groansss. kay looks up at the ceiling, wordlessly. tara sets up the camera and starts the video.

Okay...much better.

kay lays limply on the bed, unable to move much at all. Mark reaches over and pinches kay’s nipples hard. kay squeals, twisting. tara continues to film. Mark undresses efficiently. kay closes her eyes and slows her breathing. She can’t feel, can’t move, can’t think like this. Mark slowly rubs her pussy, inserting his finger every now and then.

How does this look from your angle, tara?

kay moans, bucking against his hand; she is disgusted by how easily he can reduce her to such basic needs. She is a complicated and sophisticated girl, God damn it! kay is so wet already, melting when he touches her.

Oh,very nice....would it be possible for me to have a turn at that?

kay shakes her head violently.

And she tastes so good….

kay mumbles into her gag loudly.

Mark moves his head down to her sopping lap and starts to lick and nibble. She wants desperately to remain fixed, but her body is betraying her. kay grinds her sore ass against the bed, shivering.

Mmmmmm.

There’s something wrong here...I don’t know what, but something is wrong.....oh......tara...you seem to be the only one with your clothes on....set the video camera on the tripod and undress.

Mark resumes kissing, licking and nibbling her clit and between her thighs. kay watches tara closely while she undresses.

Did she bring any toys?

kay shudders contented, her pussy trembling, watching tara's full breasts sway as she takes her jeans off.

Yes...I believe she brought her vibrator.

It’s over there in her bags…

You can get it, if you'd like.

kay chews hard on the gag and eyes tara's full hips and long legs. At the prospect of toys, tara feels warm inside and very excited. kay bucks against Mark and watches every move she makes. tara bends over and kisses kay on her gagged lips and then on her neck...biting firmly. kay grabs the restraints and pulls them, irritably.

Ummmmmm....nice.

kay moans and leans up farther. tara leans down and unclasps kay’s bra, running her hand over kay’s breast; she lowers her head to kay’s nipple and teases it with her tongue. tara reaches over while biting kay’s left nipple pinches her right one.

You taste so nice.

kay squeals into the gag and purrs. tara watches Mark work his tongue around kay’s grinding hips.

Mark, may I have a turn where you are?

kay nods.

Of course...but first remove her gag for me.

kay nods more, hungry for anything he wants to put in her mouth. Mark reaches over and squeezes her throat while tara removes the gag. kay licks her lips. Mark positions himself above kay’s head and guides himself inside her mouth while holding a hand full of her hair. kay can feel her throat closing and the world swimming before her. kay takes him happily into her mouth, wet like her pussy. tara rubs kay’s slippery lips and begins to lick and bite at her clit.

tara slips the vibrator inside her wet fold. kay writhes painfully, while sucking Mark, starved for his cock. Mark pushes himself all the way down her throat...in and out.....in and out. kay can see stars, her mouth and pussy both full and wet. tara starts to lightly spank her pussy...stopping to rub gently. kay chokes him back, sucking desperately, wanting to please him after an evening of infuriating him.

Oh dear...that is so nice.

kay grinds against tara, her thighs throbbing and sluttily desirous. tara looks up at kay, grinning.

You taste wonderful.....I’ve been thinking of you all day.

kay soaks Mark, drenching him with saliva. kay sucks him hungrily, wanting to taste every drop of his sweet, thick cum. tara removes the vibrator and slips it in her ass an inch, continuing to lick and bite her clit. kay squeals and wriggles away from her.

Easy, doll...don’t wiggle too much. I’m going to push it in a little more.

Mark pushes deeper in her mouth. kay closes her eyes and shudders, shaking her head. kay chokes on him, leaning away from tara. kay pulls her mouth from Mark’s dick, moaning...no, wait...stop, tara, stop!

What’s wrong...did I go to far in?

kay pouts, squirming farther from tara. Wanting to slip his cock deep into her pounding opening, Mark removes himself from her mouth and pushes tara out of the way, mounting kay quickly and possessively. She moans his name.

Fuck me, Mark...hard and long and deep.

kay trembles against him, forgetting tara for the moment. Mark slips inside her and drives hard, uncontrollably. kay shiversss.

Oh god, yes. This is nice.

You take it like a good girl….

kay nods, meeting him with her hips. kay closes her eyes as her thoughts spin away, lost to the feeling of being deeply fucked into oblivion.

Always a good girl, for you.

tara moves around him and shoves her breast in kay’s mouth and forces her to lick. Mark pounds rigorously now, more quickly, maliciously. kay bucks harder, mindlessly sucking whatever is shoved in her mouth. Mark gets to the point of climax. kay loves feeling used, all the way used. tara switches breasts and moans with delight.

kay loves being fucked like a whore, pounded hard and without consideration. kay sucks her hard and bites tara’s nipple. tara takes kay by the throat. kay is close to cumming, her pussy throbbing.

Very nice, kay.

kay cumssss, not able to help it. Mark pummels her even harder.

Oh yes.........

kay screamsss. Mark cums in her as though he has just filled a gallon bucket up....never seeming to stop. kay pounds her sopping pussy against Mark, lapping uselessly at tara's tits.

Mark lays back and withdraws himself from kay and watches as she sucks tara’s nipples violently. kay can feel his load pooling under her ass. kay grins, biting tara playfully. Mark motions for tara to move so he can be cleaned by kay’s willing mouth. kay nods and nods.

Mark pulls her head toward him and motions for her to open her mouth. kay opens easily. Mark pushes himself, once again, inside her mouth. tara watches intently, excitedly. kay sucks everything from his cock, adoring his taste. Mark withdraws once she has slurped everything from him. kay coos happily.

tara, eager to cum, positions herself like Mark did, kneeling around kay’s shoulders, and grabs kay’s hair. She pulls kay’s enthusiastic mouth to her throbbing pussy. She shakes kay’s head roughly.

Put your tongue in quick...you’re going to make me cum.

kay laps her pussy too, tracing thick, firm circles around her throbbing clit. tara shudders with anticipation, knowing she's about to cum all over kay’s pretty face. kay licks her hard and fast, bringing her to climax easily.

Ohhhh, God...yes...yessss!

kay pushes hard against her clit, stroking her quickly.

I’m cumming...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh….

kay laps sweet wetness from tara’s drenched pussy. tara leans down and French kisses kay, sucking the girl down to her nipples, where she bites slightly. kay bucks against tara and shivers.

See? This is why we have to learn to play nice, kay.