Kerri moved her head from side to side jerkily, hot but still a bit frightened.Kerri moved her head from side to side jerkily, hot but still a bit frightened. She knew she was being whipped, and while she had fantasized about it often this was the first time she had ever allowed someone to do it to her. I varied the timing of my strokes, sometimes striking her two or three times with one of the instruments before using the other one, letting my aim grow higher and watching the leather land against her asscheeks and her pubic area in front, careful to avoid landing too closely to her clitoris, for now at least. Higher and higher I went, letting the tawse flick against her breasts, the strap slap against her nipples. I watched her carefully, the entire time, listening to her breathing, watching her nostrils, observing the movement of her fingers as she opened and closed them. The door opened quietly and I watched Kristi peek into the room. I motioned to her to come in, and saw her smile broadly at the sight before her. She made an "ok" sign with her hand and began sliding out of her clothes. I watched her strip as I continued the light whipping of my new slave, enjoying once again the delightfully toned and trim body of my long time friend. Kristi ran a finger along her slit, wetting it and placed it to her lips licking her own juices from it. Kerri was breathing heavily now, lost in the feeling of having the leather slapped across her naked body. I tossed the tawse and strap onto the couch and moving away from Kerri took Kristi in my arms and kissed her deeply. I whispered in her ear. "Play with her a while and I'll watch. Just don't let her know its you yet." "Can I kiss her?", she whispered back to me, stroking my cock with her hand. "You can kiss her pussy and her tits, but not her mouth yet, just don't let her come till I tell you to. |