Seduced by Her Smile, Stung by Her Whip
Margot stripped off her denim shorts and unleashed her dominance
I had lugged the wagon with our beach gear from the parking lot to our spot on the sand and felt like a pack mule as I unloaded it. Our young friend Janie and her best friend Margot spread their towels, undid the snaps on their denim shorts and — Janie’s phone vibrated.
She looked at the text and giggled. “Brian says he’s sorry. Says he needs to apologize.” She sent a reply.
“He needs to apologize?” Margot smiled her approval. “Good.”
Janie fastened her shorts, slipped back into her sandals, and gathered her towel. “I told him I’d be waiting for him in the parking lot. Sorry. I need to go. I was looking forward to hanging out with you.” She gave Margot a quick kiss and I thought nothing of it.
“Not to worry. I’ll see you back at the apartment soon.”
Janie smiled at me. “Thanks, Darren, for bringing us. But I — ”
“Enjoy. I’ll splash in the surf and make sure sharks don’t sink their teeth into your roommate.”
“Very noble of you. Bye.” And with that, Janie was off across the sand, looking quite cute in her tight shorts wiggling into the distance. She had spent months at a time living with me and my wife because her parents, who we knew, had numerous health and financial issues.
Margot stood by her towel and lifted her T-shirt, revealing a sultry crushed velvet bikini. The purple hue contrasted beautifully with her light skin and reddish hair curling over her shoulders.
She handed her T-shirt to me, almost automatically, and I stuffed it into a bag while trying not to notice her shape. “I prefer you fold it,” she smiled.
And so I did while she slowly unzipped her denim shorts, slid them below her ass, along her thighs, and to her ankles. Her bikini bottom was designed more like a thong and nestled in the valley of her ass. My cock pulsated involuntarily at the curve of her lower back and her muscular thighs.
I felt guilty at my sudden arousal since she was Janie’s best friend ever since — did it matter how long ago? Now, they were fresh out of college and Margot had said she was embarking on a career in education.
Her jean shorts lay at her feet. She looked at me and I stooped to pick them up. I quivered as I held them, folded them with her T-shirt, and knelt to place them in the bag.
“Thank you.” Margot gave me a winning smile while running fingers over her ass. So feminine, so powerful.
“You’re welcome.” My breath caught while I looked up from her butt to her mid-sized breasts and hair. “I’m going to dive in the water.”
A cold swim would jar me back to reality, but her eyes and lips kept me transfixed.
“Before you go, please lotion my back.” Margot spread her legs over her towel and arched her back as she knelt with her ass high. She lowered her bikini bottom so the tops of her buttocks were showing, undid her top, and lay face down.
I reached in one of the bags and took the bottle, squeezed the lotion, and ran it over her bare flesh while noticing something odd — a feeling, or aura, lifting from her and seeping into me. I covered her shoulders, moved my hands lower, and lathered the exposed area of her ass.
She lay calmly. “My thighs, too.”
Wow. I used more lotion and ran my hands along the inside of her thighs, over the backs of them, and along her legs to her feet. My insides were burning.
Inspiration sparked in me. “Would you like a foot massage?”
“Please do.”
She sighed as I kneaded her feet expertly, a skill learned from massaging my wife. My cock was throbbing when I glanced at her body. I finished and took a much-needed dip in the chilly water.
Leaving the beach was as sexy as arriving.
“My shorts, please.”
I took them from the bag and instinctively knelt while Margot lifted one leg and the other. I held the waist, lifted it up, and she took it the rest of the way, giving me a glimpse of her crotch.
Fuck. I wanted to orgasm just from the visuals.
She walked back to the car while I trudged with the stuff in the wagon across the sand and realized how sexy it was to feel like a servant to a confident woman.
I tried to remain calm and said very little on the drive back to Margot and Janie’s apartment. I pulled up to the curb, got out, opened her door, and collected her things.
“Thank you, Darren.” She held a bag over her shoulder and moved her mouth to mine for a… kiss. But it wasn’t a quick peck. Her teeth lingered and grazed my lip. She bit down, held it for a few seconds, and kept her eyes trained on me.
I winced from the sharp pain but trembled and wanted to fall to my knees again in front of her. My, God. My mind was reeling.
“Come inside.” Margot exuded a seduction that made me feel like a dog on a leash as I followed her into the apartment she shared with Janie. “You’ve not been here in a while, have you?”
“No, I’ve — not.” I stepped inside and gasped when I looked around.
A long whip was displayed on the main wall along with paddles and a riding crop. A cage was positioned in a corner, along with a pair of thigh-high black boots. Dildos and vibrators were positioned at one end of a sofa.
The young ladies were into BDSM.
“My studies are steeped in relationships and Power Exchange. I’ve transformed as I’ve explored.” She placed her forehead against mine. “This is unexpected for you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Margot.”
“You may call me Mistress Margot.”
“You know how to use the whip?”
“Yes, I do. Quite well.”
A beam running along the ceiling had a chain with wrist restraints attached. Margot noticed my curiosity.
“Janie and I talked about this. She admires how you care for others, and you served me quite well at the beach,” she said. “I’d love for you to experience my touch.”
“Okay.”
She laughed. “Address me properly.”
“Yes, Mistress Margot.”
“Undress.”
In the apartment, I stripped naked and had no choice but to let my erect cock show while she remained dressed. Margot lowered the wrist restraints, fastened them around my hands, and raised the chains until my arms were extended above my head.
Hooks were fastened to the wall with additional restraints, and she spread my legs, fastened the cuffs around my ankles, and tied my legs. I was bound physically and by her presence.
Freckles played across her cheeks and her usually innocent look in a room oozing with sexuality spun my head. I was convulsing inside, filled with an animal-like desire, and I pushed my hips forward. I wanted to fuck. My cock swayed.
“Stay still.” Margot snapped her directive. “Control.” She ran fingers along my chest, squeezed my nipples, and took a finger to play along my balls.
I began breathing hard while Margot took off her T-shirt, standing there in her halter top and denim shorts. “Would you like to see more of me?”
“Yes, please. Yes, Mistress Margot.” I tried moving, but Margot grabbed a riding crop from off the wall and slapped it across my ass — hard.
“Don’t move,” she growled. “Control yourself.”
She removed her halter top, took off her bikini bottoms, and slipped on her thigh-high boots. “Would you like to feel the sting of the whip?”
“Oh, yes.”
Margot moved with her hair falling below her shoulders, her ass swayed, and her boots clicked as she moved and held the whip. She faced me, cracked it hard on the floor, and assured me. My eyes took in the triangle of neatly trimmed hair, just above her pussy.
“Don’t be scared. I know how to be rough, but I also know how to be gentle.” She coiled the whip in her hand and with an expert flick of the wrist, sent the tip stinging into my stomach.
I gasped and was ready to beg for more.
The door opened and Janie appeared. She acted like my presence seemed natural.
Margot greeted her. “Darren has consented to a training session.”
“Good.” Janie looked back to the door and snapped her fingers. “In here, now.”
Brian entered.
“Undress.” Janie’s voice was firm.
Brian obeyed and soon his frame, which I guessed to be about six feet tall, was naked. His abs were more ripped than mine and I felt both horny and humiliated while Janie had him bend over with his hands on his knees.
She took a flogger with long straps from off the wall. “This punishment is for not taking me seriously.” Janie raised her hand and brought the flogger down with a strong blow. Brian groaned while Margot reached between his legs and toyed with his cock.
I was a vulnerable spectator while Janie and Margot continued flogging and teasing Brian. At one point, the ladies had him stand and Margot knelt to take his cock in her mouth. But she never closed her lips and soon he was whimpering.
“Down.” Janie snapped her fingers, undid her shorts, and lowered her swimsuit bottoms. “Eat it.”
She turned, leaned forward, and Brian began licking her ass with his hands in his lap. I wasn’t sure what his transgression was, but his penance was her pleasure.
Margot snapped the whip on the floor and flicked the tip at Brian’s back. He winced.
“Keep eating.” Janie was firm. “Stroke your cock, but don’t come.”
He buried his face in Janie’s butt and stroked his cock while Margot whipped him. He groaned and yelped but kept licking.
“Now,” said Janie, pulling away from Brian.
Margot pushed against me and whispered in my ear. “We’ve already told your wife. Would you like to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I stammered. Totally helpless — and stunned.
Margot stood in front of me, directed my cock into her pussy, and bent slightly while Janie stood close enough to kiss her. Brian stood behind Janie. The two women kissed furiously while Brian humped Janie, and I squeezed my buttocks so my cock remained inside Margot.
“May I come?” I said, my eyes fluttering.
Margot turned, placed a hand on my shaft, and called Brian over. He withdrew from Janie’s pussy, knelt in front of me, and opened his mouth while Margot stroked me. I was suddenly coming into another man’s mouth — a hot, athletic-looking stud. Cum coated his lips.
“To the cage.” Janie pointed and he crawled along the floor and forced himself into the space.
She shut the cage door and grabbed a two-headed dildo with large, rounded ends from near the sofa. Janie laid down on the sofa while Margot took the dildo and slid it into Janie’s pussy, parting the lips and causing Janie to groan and writhe.
Margot held the other end, spread her legs, and pushed it into her cunt much like she did my cock.
The women fucked and humped while my mind was shaken, immersed in the sudden transformation from a protective older man to one who was taken into submission by surprise.
Yet, I loved it while watching the ladies groan until they took out the dildo and set it aside. Brian and I watched as Margot put her fingers inside Janie, kissing her deeply until Janie slid to the floor and knelt between Margot’s legs, eating her pussy with enthusiasm.
Janie fingered her clit while licking Margot, who was shaking her red hair and gritting her teeth until her body vibrated and the orgasm finally took her.
I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. It was already playing over in my mind, and I licked my lips and wanted more.
Finally, the women kissed each other gently and Margot walked over to me with her boots tapping on the floor. She undid my restraints and kissed my lips with the taste of Janie in her mouth and whispered something amazing:
“Go home and fuck your wife, tell her all about it, and we’ll do it again soon.”
I sighed and felt emotionally spent while remaining strangely aroused and knowing I needed more of a release. My wife had no idea how hard I was going to fuck her.
Or did she?
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