Chapter 17
Lisa cringed as the whip hit her big ass.
"You're hurting me, you bastard," she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The man smiled at her, "You like it, don't you?"
Lisa didn't answer.
"Don't you?" he pressed.
"Yes," she bellowed.
She had found him in the bar. They had some drinks and then she decided to go with him when he asked her. He looked a little strange, but she figured, What the hell?
He showed her the whip first, and then she undressed. His name was Clay Morse. He told her that he was married. His wife didn't know anything about his real sex habits. From the moment she saw the whip, she knew he was her man. The problem was, to bring him in. At the moment, she was helpless.
The whip lashed across her breasts and she gritted her teeth. It was painful, but, incredibly, she liked the sensation. It was new, it was different. It was also potentially deadly as hell. Visions of half-flayed corpses danced in her mind-Glenda's body, Sugar's ....
"Aggggghhhh," she yelled.
She watched him come at her and she staggered back. She fell to the bed and he looked at her.
"Spread your legs," he said.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Never mind," he answered.
His dick was rock-hard. She spread her legs and she watched with surprise as he took the whip handle and inserted it in her wet pussy.
"Fuck it," he said.
It felt like a penis and she moved with it. She began to shake. She looked at his throbbing penis standing hard and erect from his paunchy body. The whip handle was wet with her cunt juice. He shoved it deeper and deeper. The lustful flames of passion consumed her. The whip handle felt like a burning hot dick. Her pussy made a moist, sucking sound as he shoved the whip handle in and out. The hair-lined lips accepted the object. Her belly began to heave.
"Tell me when you come?" she asked.
Lightning shafts of sensation hit her. Her breasts heaved.
"Shove it in faster ... faster ... ohhh," she gurgled.
She gasped and panted, and then she stiffened. The cuntal juices covered the handle of the whip as he took it out.
"Now," he said, throwing the whip down, "you get the real thing."
His fingers gripped her soft, rounded thighs and parted them. He could feel his hard cock go into her as her cunt spread before the thrusting of the engorged head of his prick. Her pussy was on fire. The penis pounding into her felt like a giant skewer. Her buttocks swung violently as he pounded into her. The shaft pounded deeper and deeper inside her. She knew that it would not be long until he exploded into her grasping cunt.
He gave one last, throaty gasp, and with a violent jerk he erupted somewhere deep inside himself to send breaking waves of white-hot cream into her tight sheath. Some of it leaked out of her twat and matted the pubic hair between them. His cock got soft and he smiled at her lewdly. She wondered what was next.
"That was good," he said.
She got up slowly. She smelled the pungent sex smell about herself and she reached down for the whip. She was going to smack the hell out of him. She gripped it and then she saw his face. He looked at the deadly look in her eyes.
She aimed for his balls. He screamed as the whip hit them.
"Yoweeeeeeee!" he yelled. He leaped from the bed. She followed him, the whip hitting his ass.
"How does that feel? you murdering bastard!"
She caught him on his back.
"Owwwwwwww!" he yelled.
He watched her as she held the whip and crouched in a chair, parting her thighs so that her cunt was visible to the sated man. She grinned obscenely.
"I want you to eat it," she said.
He got to his knees and she put the whip down and slapped his face.
"You better make it good," she commanded.
He began to run his fingers hungrily over the softness of her flesh. He moved his head to the narrow pink slit between her thighs and began licking and probing greedily at her red-hot cunt. Stiffening his tongue, he drove the full length of it in her. Lisa loved it!
His tongue worked on the fluted pink edges of her vaginal lips and over her sensitive clitoris atop her pubic mound. She gurgled from deep in her throat. "Oh, that's good," she sighed.
His mouth caught her clitoris and she sobbed, "I... can't stand it... ooooooohhhhh."
Then she came.
She watched him as he slid his body over her rapidly rising and falling belly so that he was straddling her chest. She could see that his cock was stiff again and his testicles hung over her breasts. The swollen scarlet head was inches from her gasping mouth.
"Kiss it," he said.
"Fuck you," she replied.
"You better do it," he warned.
She kissed it and licked it. She moved her head forward and felt him thrust. Slowly, she took the head of his cock deep into her gasping mouth. It slapped against the back of her throat and almost gagged her.
"I'll bet you're great," he said.
"So I've been told," she answered.
She put his prick into her mouth again and her oval lips tightened on it. Waves of lust broke over her. His breath was coming in gasps and pants as he felt her suck his hot throbbing prick. He clenched his teeth as it got good to him. She moved her mouth on his tool. She wanted him to come. She wanted to taste his hot sperm. He kept making animal noises as she licked and sucked him. He thrashed and she sucked harder and harder. She began to use her tongue.
"That's great," he sighed.
He was straining and sobbing. "Ohhhhh, I'm coming!"
Great tidal waves of white-hot liquid flooded into her gasping mouth and flowed down the corners of her lips. She thought she would drown in a great flood of jism as she gulped down the white sticky fluid that flowed through her teeth and tongue and down the cavern of her gorged throat. He kept emptying his burning sperm into her gurgling mouth. Then he was still. When she took her mouth away, he was breathing hard.
"Wow!" he said. Then she picked up the whip again and lashed him hard across the buttocks.
"What's that for?" he cried.
"Get dressed, you murderous bastard," Lisa said. "I'm taking you in."
She gave his shuddering rump another lash for good measure, and enjoyed watching the bright blood ooze through the torn flesh. She climaxed at the sight....