Little Black Dress - Part 2 free porn video

Story so far: Carly and Aaron are a young professional couple in love and on the verge of moving in together. The only clould on their horizon is Carly's boss, sexy uber-bitch Miranda, from whom Carly secretly stole a black designer dress. Miranda is wise to the theft and has additional incriminating evidence of a drunken Carly joining her in a lesbian interlude at a house-party. Using her knowledge of both situations, Miranda manipulates Carly into arranging a threeway encounter in a plush hotel suite. Now the controlling boss has Carly cuffed to a bedpost wearing the offending dress, and is turning her attention to Aaron...

Miranda's smile welcomed Aaron to the game. "Take your clothes off. All of them. Now."

The demand was hardly a surprise, but he raised an eyebrow nonetheless. Carly cast down her gaze, loath to watch her boyfriend strip for anyone other than her. Miranda waited with expectant good humour.

Committed to the inevitable, Aaron undressed, staring defiantly at Carly’s malevolent boss all the while. Jacket and shirt he tossed onto the floor beside him, Miranda smiling her approval at his lean muscled torso. Once barefoot, he removed his trousers and shorts with frank churlishness, putting himself - semi-erect cock included - on view before the instigator of the whole fucked-up situation.

Miranda glided up to him, more than matching his height in her stilettos. Her eyes, followed by her hands, roamed over his body. “My, my, Carly.” Her words arrested Carly’s downcast stare, making the girl look as Miranda pressed herself into Aaron’s side. She ran her palm over his lightly-haired chest and flat stomach down to his stiffening cock. “What a lovely boy you have here,” she said. Aaron flinched, trying not to enjoy the sensation as she tested his buttocks’ firmness with one hand, while massaging his enlarging member experimentally with the other. “Did you wake up with him like this, this morning? Has he put this pretty cock inside you today? Given you a nice fucking? God, sweetie, I hope you don’t mind me borrowing him for a while. He’s going to be so much fun to play with.” She stared deep into Carly’s petrified eyes as she gently molested the girl’s partner. “You both are.”

Miranda released Aaron, strode to the bed and delved inside the large designer bag she had set there. She withdrew a pair of chrome handcuffs and proffered them to him. “Okay gorgeous, go attach yourself with these to the head of the bed.”

For Aaron it was a step too far. “No way.”

Miranda grinned and turned to the restrained Carly. “He’s going to be trouble, isn’t he? You’ll still have one hand free,” she assured Aaron, “and you’ll want the use of it, trust me. It’s a game, that’s all. I’ll unlock you presently.” She demonstrated the key. Aaron remained wary and motionless and Miranda’s face darkened, her fingers closing tight in Carly’s hair so that the girl winced. “You’ll do as I say or I’ll ruin your bitch’s life.”

There was nothing in her face to reason with or threaten, not with Carly so compliant. Resentfully Aaron grabbed the opened cuffs and went to the top of the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.” Miranda’s genial tone had returned. Aaron ensconced his nude self on the crisp white cover and found that one cuff fitted neatly around the smooth ebony bar at the bed-head. Miranda, he guessed, had been plotting this event very carefully, to the extent of scouting out the venue. The other cuff he placed around his left wrist, hesitating at the sheer madness of what he was about to do, before he snapped himself into captivity. Had he not retained some means of self-defence, it occurred to him, he would never have agreed.

Miranda was jubilant at having both partners physically constrained. “Have a drink while you’re over there,” she said, like the most magnanimous of hosts. Aaron noticed the tequila bottle for the first time, but declined with a sardonic shake of his head.

“You’re foregoing my hospitality? Not very polite. If you drink some, it’ll make things go easier.” She strolled over and sipped from the neck of the bottle, so that tequila spilled visibly over her tongue. “There, nothing sinister going on. Just fun.” Then she passed it to Aaron. Nothing from Miranda, he realised, was to be taken as a suggestion, and he swigged on the fiery liquid, glaring at her while he drank.

“Good boy.”

She delved back into her capacious bag and produced a transparent bottle, which she tossed onto the covers next to him. “Go on, lube up your cock. You want to give it a good hard tug and you know it.” He watched as she unlashed Carly from the rear post; nimbly she retied the bonds, keeping Carly’s hands tight behind her back, and pulled the tottering girl helplessly into view at the end of the four-poster.

“I was really taken in by this pretty, innocent face,” Miranda said disappointedly. The face in question was stricken and suffused with regret as she stroked it with her nails. “She seemed so helpful, so eager to please. Shame she turned out to be so deviously light-fingered.” She clutched Carly’s chin in a steely grip and turned her face to her own. Then she attacked the girl’s mouth with a fierce, suffocating kiss, thrusting her tongue deep inside. She broke away seconds later with a disappointed frown. “Why so coy, baby? I always felt there was something between us. Don’t you want to play? Don’t you want to help me forget all about your little transgression? Come on, give back some love.” She sucked Carly’s face to her own once more, her reluctant lover’s mouth and body gradually thawing this time, giving themselves up to the embrace.

Aaron watched in dismay and wonder as Miranda took possession of his girlfriend. The confused emotion grew as Miranda pulled away once more, smacked Carly across the face and smeared the girl’s smudged lipstick all about her mouth and chin. “Leave her be!” he cried out, but Miranda ignored him.

“Naughty girl has to pay,” she smirked, slapping her petite victim once more, then gripping hold of the black dress’s shoulder straps. “One way or another. Tell me to stop, Carly, and I will. Say the word.” Carly stared at her, eyes brimming once more, but stayed as mute as if the gag was still in place. “Good choice.”

Miranda wrenched down the dress to Carly’s elbows - there was an audible snap as the zip fastener broke at the back and an accompanying gasp from Carly - exposing the girl’s sweet breasts. Miranda loomed over her side-on, massaging one pert mound and circling her thumb around the conspicuously erect nipple. Then she pressed her plaything up against the post to which the girl had been tethered, capturing the other nipple in her mouth and sucking till Carly cried out.

“Leave her …” Aaron’s voice was hoarser this time. He knew his words were token only. He could do nothing but watch and try to deny his fascination as Miranda played hot and rough with his girl, resisting the temptation to touch the cock that lay like a thick salami on his stomach. He watched as Miranda jammed her tongue into Carly’s ear before biting the lobe, as she slapped the girl’s tits and twisted the pointed peaks, as she kissed her hard again, snaring her lower lip between her teeth and pinching cruelly.

Miranda glared at him as she fondled the moaning Carly’s breasts. “Take your dick in your hand and get it hard. Use the lubricant. Do it.” So he popped the bottle’s cap, emptied its warm liquid contents over his length and reluctantly embraced his arousal with his free hand.

Slowly, deliberately, he wanked himself, absorbing the visual of Miranda gripping the dress’s hem in both hands and dragging it upwards to display Carly’s thighs and smoothly-waxed pussy.

“Let’s see,” Miranda said, eyeing him evilly, before she hooked her fingers between Carly’s legs and slipped one manicured tip inside the girl. Aaron stared, his mounting excitement compromised by guilt that he was enjoying this, his girlfriend’s abuse at the hands of this wretched woman. “Oh god, Aaron.” Miranda shook her head sorrowfully. “Her cunt is sopping. Our naughty girl is enjoying this. Don’t believe me?” She strode over and thrust her fingers before Aaron’s face. They were glistening, running with juice. The familiar musk of Carly’s sex filled his nostrils.

“So why aren’t you fully at attention?” Miranda inquired, teasing her fingers over his semi-engorged member. “Feeling bad about your poor darling? Well don’t, because the bitch is fucking loving it.” Jealousy bloomed within Aaron and he did not resist when Miranda took hold of his slick shaft and began squeezing her hand up and down it in long, gliding strokes. Maybe Carly had held a torch for her flinty-souled boss all this time. Maybe he had been a dupe and only realised that afternoon.

Carly leaned into the bed-post and watched in quiet horror as Miranda jerked her boyfriend to full hardness. Her body was still wracked with the pleasure Miranda’s cruel touch had summoned within her. The caress of her boss’s mouth had awakened hazy recollections of their encounter following the dinner party. The added touches of spite had served to inflame, not quench her burgeoning desire. And through it all, through every twist of the sweet torture, was the fat, bulging presence of the plug, which had been taken from Miranda’s bag and eased with copious lubricant into her ass, once she had slipped on the offending dress. She could still hear Miranda’s encouragements as she had held her over the bed and exerted slow pressure on Carly’s expanding anus: “There darling, there, nearly done. Almost there…”

She had never consciously fantasised about another woman, except perhaps nameless ones in her more debauched flights of erotic fancy. But something in Miranda had always impressed and unnerved her, made her quail even as she sought to please. Part of her revelled in her work superior’s playful sadism, craving each new touch, while another part silently screamed in protest. And Aaron’s voyeuristic presence, was it simply humiliating her? She felt humiliation, a deep-seated, burning shame at having allowed her sweet boy to see her brought so low. But there was also a horrid thrill in being debased before his smouldering gaze. She might have liked him to see her controlled, had it not been tied to her deception, to the betrayal of his trust.

Now into the ordeal’s fabric was woven a new thread, as Miranda’s lips slid their way around the head of Aaron’s responsive cock. Her boss eyed her smilingly as the woman’s clearly experienced mouth sucked him to a fuller hardness. Carly cringed and clenched her hands in outrage to see the witch enjoy her lover’s beautiful man-rod, the one that was meant for her lips and fingers and pussy alone. Her mind swam with misery to see his head flung back into the pillow, his mouth biting down whatever expletive of enjoyment he had been about to utter. All my fault, all my fault, she grieved, yet she still found it within herself to resent him for getting quite so hard.

Miranda fellated Aaron some minutes further, massaging the base of his column with her hand as she did. Then she passed him back to auto-control, wrapping his own free hand around his now stridently erect dick.

“Keep it like that,” she instructed, moving away from him. “I’ll help.” Reaching behind her she unzipped her red satin top. She tugged it free of her skirt and pulled it over her head, displaying a pair of magnificently orbed tits that shivered within the black, red-trimmed corseting of a strapless brassiere. The skirt, she swiftly let drop to the floor. Carly seethed, her admiration tinged with fury. Miranda’s body was an hourglass template - taut, curvy womanhood from those big fucking jugs down past the concave of her waist to the luscious swell of her ass and thighs; the whole lower half was set off by black stockings, suspenders and panties, trimmed in exquisite matching fashion to the bra. A lingerie model wrapped in a business suit. Carly could see the desire flame in Aaron’s eyes and was sure his hand tightened on his cock. But when Miranda turned and paced around the bed to her, picking up her bag of tricks along the way, that unlooked-for excitement welled up once more inside her.

“You’ve lucked out, my girl, his cock is absolutely mouth-watering,” Miranda purred, dropping the bag and trailing her lacquered nails delicately down the side of Carly’s face. She searched the girl’s eyes for response. “How is he with his tongue?” There was a lengthy pause before Carly realized a response was expected. “His tongue, Carly. Does he use it on you often? I mean on your pretty cunt.”

“Yes - yes, he does.” Carly was squirming as she divulged.

“And is he good?”

She could hardly breathe to speak. “Yes. Yes, he’s very good.”

“Mmmm, I don’t doubt it. Now I’ve been told I’m excellent,” Miranda said matter-of-factly. “Not that I want to make this a competition. But I’d like to provide a point of comparison at the very least.” Carly bridled at her blackmailer’s clear intent. She would have pleaded for mercy if she had thought it would make the faintest difference. More than the imminent violation of her pussy, it was the thought that she might actually enjoy it, which terrified. And that Aaron might see her enjoyment.

“Not that I’d do it without your permission.” Miranda leaned in so that Carly felt the woman’s hot, fragrant breath on her face. “Tell me what you’d like me to do. I want to hear you say it, little one.”

Carly writhed within her bonds, excruciatingly aware of her exposure, physical and psychological, before this woman. She despised Miranda for each new humiliating touch, for making her provide a show of consent. “I’d – I’d like you to …”

“To what, darling? To lick out your cunt in front of your boyfriend?”

Miranda’s imposing bosom pressed in on her. In the intermittent silences she could hear Aaron’s hoarse breathing. “Y-yes …” The response was a whisper.

“Say it, Carly. Say the whole thing. So he can hear.”

“To.. to lick out my cunt… in front of my boyfriend.” She wanted to cry again. Heaven knew what Aaron thought of her now.

“And do you think that’ll make you come?”

Carly was horrified, mostly by the increased moistening between her thighs on that final potent word.

“I - I don’t know…”

“Oh sweetheart, let’s find out.” Miranda’s lips claimed Carly’s briefly and softly, and then descended. She lavished succulent attention on both her captive’s nipples on her way, then she dropped to her knees and pushed the folds of the dress further up, clutching it into a band around Carly’s waist. A warming stream of breath flowed all over Carly’s naked sex making her shudder in helpless expectation. Her eyes flicked inevitably to Aaron on the bed. His gaze was locked on her. Disappointment, anger, fascination, she could hardly read what was there, but his manhood was pumped hard, his hand still sliding back and forth on it, whether he was aware of the action or not.

Carly’s eyes pleaded forgiveness this time, but then they rolled back in her head and she gasped aloud as Miranda’s tongue-tip squirmed between her labia and discovered her pulsing bud. She drew together what mental resources she had left in resistance. Then the deftness of Miranda’s tongue shattered them utterly. It was all she could do to stifle her moan as she was sampled. When her boss’s oral attentions began to dart about, flicking the tip of her clit, running silkily back and forth the length of her slit before returning to press insistently on that engorged button, she lost vocal control completely. Her boyfriend could hear it all, she knew, the lament which uttered from her throat in response to her new lover’s tongue and its mercurial movements about her clitoris and cunt.

Aaron absorbed the show in an agony of jealous desire. Carly looked so fucking beautiful with her head rolling back against the post, eyes flickering closed and mouth agape, firm thrusting tits studded with nipples as pronounced as he had ever seen them. The beloved dress was a crumpled mass around her waist and she was keening as though for the loss of everything she loved, while Miranda burrowed deeper. That hungry, fleshy tongue was thrusting between his girlfriend’s cunt lips, delving into her wet hollows, drawing from her noises he wasn’t sure she had ever made for him. Even in his anguish he was furiously aroused. So when one of Miranda’s hands dropped to the leather handbag and searched inside to claim hold of a large, flesh-coloured dildo, he said nothing.

He knew he should have protested, made some noise to demonstrate that he was not complicit in Miranda’s actions, but the words dried in his throat. For something treacherous and lustful within him was thrilled by what he saw. He wanted to watch the dominatrix ram that thick, veined replica-cock inside his pretty girlfriend. He could see the look of puzzlement on Carly’s flushed face as Miranda’s tongue withdrew and the solid rubber head brushed her labia instead, then her wide-eyed realisation as the head asserted itself against her. He observed Miranda’s tongue flick over her upper lip in libidinous relish, right before she thrust the phallus upwards, deep into Carly’s wet and receptive hole. He heard his partner’s full-throated wail as she was crammed full and, as Miranda proceeded to work the big fuck-toy in and out of her junior, his hand speeded up on his own lubed thickness. It was wrong, so wrong to be taking pleasure from his girlfriend’s starring role in this piece of forced lesbian hardcore, but beyond the jealousy, the anger and the concern was deep, guilty enjoyment.

Carly was shocked beyond coherent thought by the thick surge inside her pussy. She had been drizzling moisture from her depths so that the intruder went up her in a single slick movement. Among the fragments of thought that remained as she was repeatedly filled was an understanding—this woman had no boundaries as to how she might screw with her and Aaron. That morning when riding him it had occurred to Carly that she never wanted anyone else inside her. Mere hours later she was having an artificial fuck delivered into her with Miranda’s tight-gripping fist on the other end of it, the synthetic monster an extension of her boss’s vindictive lust.

Maybe it wouldn’t count if she didn’t come, if Aaron could see it was merely something to be endured. But her cunt was contracting around the rubber invader that stretched it and flowing more freely than ever. And the plug remained stuffed in her other hole, filling her up more than she had ever been in her life. When Miranda’s tongue worked its evil magic on her clitoris once more, the sensations combined explosively.

“Ohh - ohh - ohh –ohh… ” Oh god, oh god, oh please please no - please don’t let me please I beg you pleeeeeaze nnnnnn … “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Even in his masturbatory frenzy Aaron felt dismay at the intensity of Carly’s orgasm. He could not remember her having ever reacted this way with him. The thought threatened to compromise his ardour, and yet she looked so obscenely hot he found his fist pumping his cock towards completion. That was until Miranda swivelled around, jabbing a demanding finger. “Don’t you dare come. You do and the deal’s off.” He stopped mid-stroke, the breath rattling in his throat. Carly was still thrashing against the post, slave to her body’s excitement. “That’s better,” Miranda said approvingly. “Keep yourself hard and ready. I’ll need the use of you before this is done.”

Aaron dared not contemplate her meaning. The possibilities were too disturbingly exciting. “You bitch,” he whispered, fighting his own betraying thoughts. “You twisted bitch.”

“Ah, but it so obviously turns you on. There’s no arguing with how robust that dick just got, is there?” Miranda smiled and let go of the dildo, leaving it trapped tight in Carly’s clenched cunt. She strolled to the mini-bar, where she cracked the seal on a bottle of mineral water and poured herself a glass. “Maybe you need to change your thinking about this. Both of you.” Aaron stared at her balefully. Carly hung her head in post-orgasmic wretchedness. “No need to get so uptight. Don’t see this as a penance, look on it as an opportunity.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Aaron growled, loath as he was to engage in any chat with his captor.

Miranda sipped her drink, dividing her gaze between them. She walked with stealth back to Carly and ran a finger along the girl’s cheekbone. Then she reached down and gripped the base of the sex toy, drawing it slowly out, as the girl gave urgent high-pitched squeaks in response. The device she tossed over onto the bed close to Aaron, where it lay fat and glistening. “You’re what age, sweetie?” Miranda asked. “Twenty-three?”

“Twenty-four,” Carly corrected weakly. She had slumped back into her miserable bondage following the dildo’s removal.

“Twenty-three, twenty-four, whatever.” She abandoned Carly and strolled across to her other prey, running fingernails slowly up and down his inner thigh. “And Aaron, you’re - what? - a couple of years older at the most. Still both so young, is my point. And already you’re wrapped up together in some monogamous love-dream. No doubt you’ll be getting a place together soon…”

Carly glanced at Aaron fearfully on those words and he returned the look instinctively, stomach clenching, even though his cock remained rigid. The exchange was not lost on Miranda, who gave a delighted grin. “You’re already planning on it, how sweet! I’m delighted for you both. Thing is …” She stroked Aaron’s balls, looking over all the while for Carly’s glum reaction. “… It’s a terribly big commitment for two so young, without having indulged in some experimentation first. So simply regard this afternoon as a test of your relationship’s bedrock. Just because Carly there doesn’t have any professional integrity,” she told him, fingertips lingering, “it doesn’t follow that she has none in her personal life.”

She left teasing Aaron’s tight sac and returned with nonchalance to Carly, playing with tufts of her employee’s spiked hair. Carly bridled under her touch, ashamed at having come so freely in front of her trapped lover. “As for your lovely boy,” her tormentor continued, pressing voluptuous curves close as she toyed with her hair, “I’m sure he’s a fine upstanding example of young manhood in more ways than the obvious. Very trustworthy in regular circumstances. So you should see this afternoon’s games in that light. Tell me, how did he react when you wore the dress?” Miranda reached down to tug on the crumpled band of material around Carly’s waist. “Is that what swung it? Did he decide he simply had to be with this sophisticated young lady forever? Did he make special love to you that night? Tell me, Carly, was the dress worth it?” Her voice hardened again and she wrenched on the garment fiercely.

Carly’s head swam with the agonising truth. Aaron had never laid eyes on the dress till that afternoon. His invitation for her to come live with him had been nothing to do with whatever woman she wanted to be, whatever image she wanted to project. He’d been perfectly content with what he already had. Or thought he had. Now all Carly’s secrets were being laid bare. He’d know the real truth about his girl, right? She felt a deep resignation as Miranda unfastened her from the bed-post, seized the loop of soft black material and pulled her to the bed. A seam split and some of the material’s strands tore visibly as she was propelled.

Aaron watched as his girl’s climax-wrung body tumbled onto the mattress before him; her wrists were still bound at the rear, her dress a crumpled mess around her middle and – shit - sticking out of her ass was something he had only see in pornos, something that should not have seemed so naughtily attractive. Miranda’s voluptuous form was virtually on top of the girl, her breasts all but bursting out of her half-cup brassiere. In a few swift moves she had snatched the ball-gag from where Aaron had earlier cast it on the bed and restrapped it inside Carly’s mouth. The abused girl stared at him sorrowfully through all her trussed indignity and he could scarcely return the gaze.

“She’s a randy little thing, isn’t she? And you probably thought she was only hot for you,” Miranda teased. She read into his gaze how crestfallen he was. “Sorry, darling, she’s everybody’s hot bitch today.”

He scowled at her, but she just grinned and hauled Carly’s drained form one-eighty so he had a clear view of the protruding pink butt plug. “She still needs punishing,” Miranda told him, suddenly grave, “for all sorts of crimes. We’re here to absolve her, you and me. Let’s start with this.” She seized hold of the plug’s base and with a slow, deliberate motion drew it out of Carly’s ass, despite the sucking resistance of the girl’s anus and her plaintive stifled scream. Aaron looked in erectile astonishment at how the fat bulb stretched Carly’s rear exit, before it popped out, letting her hole spring elastically tight once more.

“Oh Aaron, you enjoyed that.” Miranda was delighted by his excitement; he had utterly failed to pass it off as appalled anger. “Shall I make her squeal some more?”

She whacked Carly on the base of her tight dimpled ass, extracting exactly the response she had desired. “Oh that’s beautiful. You like that?” She struck again harder, eliciting another muffled yelp. “You like to see the naughty slut take her punishment?” Whack. “Punishment for lying?” Whack. “Punishment for dragging you into this, being such a little coward?” Whack. “Punishment for coming so hard?” Whack. She turned to look at Aaron once more, her eyes burning. “So, do you want a go?”

He stared at her, furious, but with a cock that remained implacably hard.

“Of course you fucking do. And I’m not giving you the option of playing nice.” She scrambled off the bed and returned to him moments later, clutching the bag of dubious delights. From within it she had taken the key to the handcuffs. Her tits bobbed within their confines as she went to unlock. “Now remember who’s calling the shots here.” He did. As the cuff clicked open, he felt free only physically.

Carly remained on hands and knees like she was crushed in spirit, though she peered around to see, as Aaron struggled up from his forced sitting position. “You stay right where you are, you blonde tart, and stick that ass in the air,” Miranda instructed her curtly. She reached across Aaron to the bedside table, her boobs briefly cushioning his dick and causing him to shudder while she retrieved the tequila bottle. “Go on, a drop more loosener,” she said, having taken a drink herself, and he swigged once more. He’d truly need it to see this occasion through.

Miranda set the bottle aside and guided him to beside his kneeling girl and her reluctantly out-thrust ass. “You ever spank her before? I mean properly?” He was caught by her inquiring stare and his eyes gave away too much. “Didn’t think so. But you want to.” It wasn’t an inquiry. She had read him too well. “Do it then. Don’t think about it. Do it now.”

In all the time he had dated Carly, Aaron had done no more to her rear than playfully slap it as he chased her laughing into the shower. He reached out and smacked her tentatively. Miranda was disdainful. “Oh come on, do it properly, like this!” She applied a swift, hard slap to the girl, making her cry out. “Now you.”

Aaron went again, drawing back further, adding some heft to the motion so that his palm cracked against his partner’s buttock. She squealed into her gag and Miranda let her know it was her boyfriend who had done it. “That’s it, Aaron, only harder.” Smack. There was a resonance to the sound and an undeniable satisfaction in the impact of his open hand on Carly’s firm ass-flesh. “And again, punish her!” Smack. Miranda’s demands were driving him, but his own enjoyment was increasing on each impact. Smack. This time without urging. “That’s it, make her feel it.” Whack - hard across Carly’s bum cheeks, making her quiver, writhe and scream. “That’s it, that’s it, go for it.” Whack. Whack. Whack … at the lower curve of her bottom, right above the point where her glistening pussy lips were peeking through.

“Look at that, she loves it.” Miranda seized hold of the leather thongs binding Carly’s wrists and untied them. “She wants to be able to rub one out while you do it. Go on, girl, work yourself. Let me see you.” To Aaron she ordered “Don’t stop. Spank your bitch.” He hardly needed prompting and, with his arm swinging full, rained another series of vigorous slaps down on Carly’s jutting ass. She cried aloud, pressed her face into the bed-cover and plunged her hand between her legs to rub on her clit, providing him further incentive to spank her soundly. Betraying little liar, that’s what she was, dragging them both unthinkingly into this trouble, fucking up what they had. And now she was loving her punishment. Smack that nasty pert ass, harder - harder - fucking harder.

“Here. Use this.” Miranda was there at his ear like a whispering demon. Into his open hand she was pressing the latest item retrieved from her bag, a black leather paddle stretching to almost a foot in length. Aaron had never seen or held such an item before. He stared at it in amazement, then at Miranda. She was gazing at him, her face full of lewd encouragement, then she slithered her smooth hand all over his cock and balls. It made lust ripple through his body. He held her stare, all his contempt for the woman subsumed by sheer sexual craving. “Go on. Surprise her.”

Carly’s gagged face was still pressed into the covers when Aaron drew back the paddle and wielded it in a long smooth arc hard against her ass cheeks. She let loose a muffled but full-throated scream, louder than before, and stared back to see what had changed. But Aaron was already into his second blow. The paddle was hard and flexible and made an exhilarating ‘thwack’ each time it met with the smooth, reddening surface of Carly’s bottom. He brought it down on her again - and again - and again - making her body jolt, causing her to cry and squirm. He was erotically charged, living in that moment, lost to all else. The plashing of hard leather on that tight bum echoed around the Sinclair Suite and mixed with his girlfriend’s gagged cries.

Moments before, Carly’s world had been a fusion of conflicting emotions. Still simmering from orgasm, she had been plunged back into humiliation on the bed, her naked ass paraded before her so recently loving boyfriend and played with for Miranda’s sport. Aaron had been co-opted into misusing her, yet the firmness of his impacting hand inspired fresh lust. She deserved, even wanted his anger, wanted him to spank her soundly, but not courtesy of Miranda’s spiteful encouragements.

All that, however, was wiped out by the first blow of the paddle. The hard splat against her ass came an instant before the arrival of the burning sensation. And then he landed a second stinging blow on top of that one, and kept going till her buttocks were one great mass of searing, thrilling sensation. She was wet through it all; each time the pain of a blow began to ebb she sought to rub her clit again, but the succeeding explosive impact would divert her completely. What was he thinking of? How could he do this to her with such apparent relish?

She twisted around as she had done before to throw her boy a beseeching glance, and in her deranged state could not take in what she saw. Aaron was kneeling upright, the curvaceous, lingerie-clad Miranda pressed close; she had one hand thrust down her black lace panties, while the other rested lightly on his back, and was clearly loving the whole proceedings. Her boyfriend was thrashing Carly with an enthusiasm all his own, however, laying down each blow in a kind of possessed gleeful rage - the cruel, cruel bastard - his cock sticking out like marble in front of him.

Miranda had noticed the last, and eyes flashing with delight, she stayed his paddling so she could run her hand all over his bulging length. “Christ, see how fucking hard that made you! You look delicious.” Her ass was aflame with sensation, but Carly burned inwardly now as well. Get your hand off my boyfriend’s fucking cock, you bitch! The bitch observed no such scruples. She gripped Aaron’s erection in one hand and dived, gobbling it up in a single swoop to the very back of her throat. Aaron gasped to have his rigid cock engulfed so completely, Miranda’s lips hard to his balls as she gurgled there. She pulled off him, a great succulent retraction, which left his tool bobbing wetly before her mouth. Carly watched in dismayed awe as Miranda swallowed him whole a second time … and he let her. He carried out exactly what Carly had instructed him to do.

Miranda released his thick inches from her throat once more and pressed her fingers to his chest. “Lie down,” she urged him. “Get on your back. Do it.” He was obeying, not looking at Carly. And as he positioned himself, Miranda was reaching behind her and unfastening her bra. Those big round tits spring free as the garment tumbled away, nipples thrusting out like bullets. Then she kneeled above Aaron, straddling his cock, and pulled his hardness to her as she wrenched aside her panty from her wet cunt. Carly watched transfixed as Miranda fitted him and lowered herself all the way down, taking him fully inside. One hand shot out and grabbed a handful of the black dress material, Miranda using Carly for support as she began to bounce vigorously on Aaron’s cock.

Aaron could only stare and groan as this sexy woman trampolined on his thunderously hard dick, taking him deep, deep inside her tight sucking channel. He did not reach up to support her, because that would have shown encouragement. That would have displayed how great a fucking time he was having and he had already betrayed his enjoyment with the use of the paddle. Instead he lay and stared at Miranda’s fabulous breasts as they oscillated above him, then at the base of his rod disappearing and reappearing as she used him to fuck herself. Miranda was in her own ecstasy, muttering “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and reaching to massage one large sphere of tit-flesh as she exercised furiously.

“Ohhh yeah – that’s good. You like that?” she elaborated, panting. “You know what a hot fuck you’ve got here, Carly? What a hard-cocked fucking stud? I don’t think - you - fucking - appreciate him!” She screwed Aaron energetically as she spoke, slamming her cunt down onto him. “Only I don’t think he’s working hard enough. You hear that, Aaron? I’m fucking you, when you need to be fucking me! Let’s try something else.” She rose all the way off him, so that his cock slapped wetly onto his belly, and went to the bed to stand over Carly. “Come on, girlie, let’s get you more involved.”

Miranda’s hands were insistent upon Carly once more. They seized hold of the dress and tore it from her waist and all the way down. More fabric split as it was ripped free of her body. Miranda cast the damaged garment aside and, kneeling down, wrestled Carly onto her back. The forlorn girl stared up into the face of her incensed boss. “Stay there.” Miranda spat on her hand and moved to Aaron.

“Okay,” she said in his ear, as she grabbed his pole and lubed it briskly with the aid of her saliva. “You’re going to fuck me with every ounce of strength you’ve got and if I think for one second you’re holding back I’m going to fuck up your slut-girlfriend’s life. Do you understand me?”

This was what Carly wanted. He was helping her out, right? So he nodded.

“And one more thing …” No crazy instruction fazed Aaron now. When Miranda whispered this latest on in his ear, he nodded agreement to that too.

Carly stared as Miranda’s hanging tits, her stomach, then the neat triangle of her pubic hair glided past her view. The dreadful witch was crawling into reverse position above her, straddling her face so that the waiting cunt-hole was suspended directly above her eye-line. The labia were splayed, interior pussy folds thick and glistening. She heard her tormentor’s voice and saw her glancing back to the lover she was stealing. “Come on, baby, show me what you can do.”

The gorgeous harridan took firm hold of her with hands and clamping knees. Then into Carly’s view loomed the swollen glans and thick shaft with which she was so intimately acquainted. Cock-head was nestling against wet, fleshy entrance, splitting the puffed lips and probing inside. There was a moment’s pause prior to the single fleet movement. She watched in horrid fascination as her boyfriend’s cock surged into Miranda French’s pussy, his shaved balls slapping hard against the woman’s inner thighs, hard pelvis colliding with soft cushioning ass. Miranda cried out in response and the shaft, having achieved its aim, withdrew and rushed in again for a repeat hard impact.

This was the most distressing part of the whole event and Carly got to see it in close-up. Before, her guy had been nothing more than a passive dildo on which Miranda could play. Now he got proactive. Now he committed himself to the fuck. Now he had himself a real good time. Inches from her face the sturdy man-muscle she knew so well shunted in and out of that juicily receptive pussy, a sheen of moisture glossing its hard surface as it pumped. It increased its pace steadily, the hands on the periphery of Carly’s vision tightening their hold on Miranda’s ass, until it was moving in and out like a well-oiled, cranked-up machine piston.

“Come on, give it to me you horny bastard, that’s it, fuck me hard, that’s good, harder, harder, come on … Oh shit, Aaron, you really know how to fuck!” The motion of Aaron’s cock became a blur as it responded to Miranda’s encouragements. Carly could feel flecks of wetness on her face as her boyfriend pounded her boss’s tight sucking hole. She was sure he had never fucked her this hard. Carly found herself in a whole other circle of hell.

Aaron had started the day by making love to his girlfriend. And now he was showing her another act of love, right? Getting her off the hook. By gripping Miranda French’s luscious ass and slamming himself recklessly into the woman’s cunt. Got a great view, haven’t you? Well watch what I’m doing for you, baby. Watch what a good boyfriend I am. And don’t think I’m going to feel guilty, ’cos I sure as fuck didn’t get us into this! He grabbed hold of Miranda’s shoulder and held on hard, power-fucking this magnificent piece of ass. He felt like a porn stud at the top of his game, plunging himself deep, riding this thoroughbred bitch the way she had demanded. Watch this, Carly, watch it and deal with it - it’s all for you, all for you …

“Oh god - oh shit – that’s it, Aaron, fuck my cunt …” Miranda’s foul-mouthed tirade was relentless. “Your whole length, your whole fucking length, right to the balls inside me, so fucking good …” Then suddenly: “Okay, now put it in her mouth.” Aaron slowed, momentarily confused. “You heard me,” Miranda said fiercely, retaining all control even as she was shafted. “Stick your cock in your greedy whore’s mouth.”

Carly stared in transfixed horror as her boyfriend’s gorgeous cock withdrew from Miranda, accompanied by a sucking squelch. It descended to her mouth, glistening from its wet sojourn inside the older woman’s pussy and though Carly opened her mouth as she knew she must, the angle was all wrong. “Roll over, get in place for him, you stupid tart,” Miranda said tersely.

Carly obeyed and took her boyfriend’s beloved cock in her mouth, mournfully this time, tears stinging her eyes as her taste-buds registered the flavour of her boss’s cunt.

“That’s it, gobble him up, suck him clean,” she was being taunted. “Come on, Carly, aren’t you enjoying your lover-boy’s dick? Suck it up, slut!” She took in some more inches, almost gagging at the unwelcome flavour that suffused her mouth. Aaron wasn’t simply letting her do it either; fresh from his strenuous work inside Miranda he was proactively feeding Carly his dripping length, sliding some good inches past her lips and starting to pump. On some level he was loving this, fucking lapping up the attention; the thought burned like acid within her even as she sucked.

“Fuck her face,” Aaron could hear Miranda telling him. “Go on, make her take it, fuck your bitch’s face!” Fever had possessed him and the situation seemed so screwed he might as well take what was left to be had. He held Carly’s head and thrust deeper inside, knowing that she could taste Miranda all over him. That thought restrained him. The sorrow on her face registered through his lust and he slowed in his pumping. Miranda had been watching it all and reacted instantly. She whipped around and was on top of Carly, wresting the blonde head from Aaron’s grip with a “Here, let me do it.”

Hands clamping around Carly’s ears, she plunged the helpless girl all the way down to the root of Aaron’s cock, so that her eyes bulged. Then clutching her hard she shunted Carly back and forth on Aaron’s shaft, so that he squelched loudly in the back of his girlfriend’s throat. “There,” Miranda grinned exultantly. “You taste that? You taste my cunt all over lover-boy’s cock? Well suck it up, bitch, every last fucking drop.”

Aaron looked on in rigid astonishment as his sweet deceiving lover was made to gag on his full extension, before she was dragged off, spluttering and slobbering everywhere. Then she was slotted on once more, face red, eyes blearing, and forced down onto all his inches to get face-fucked once more. It was foul and wrong and impossibly hot and he could not help but love it. The experience was so fucked and intense that he thought he would fire his load down Carly’s throat, but Miranda pulled the girl back once more and held her there, a dazed, drooling trophy to her own malice. “Little tramp has to learn her lesson,” she explained calmly. Then to Carly, “Lie down again, sweetheart. Watch your guy stuff my pussy some more.”

Carly was almost numb this time. Her throat felt raw from being rammed so harshly onto Aaron, and Miranda’s taste she thought would stay in her mouth forever. She watched hazily as her lovely boy’s cock plunged back into her boss’s sucking grotto, where it had no business going. She stared on its fleet, pumping motion as Aaron’s lust grew and swelled and he entered whole-heartedly into the crazed fuck, groin smacking resoundingly against Miranda’s full cheeks.

Aaron felt himself overwhelmed. God, he was going to come, urgently. Much as he wanted to shoot inside Miranda, he had to keep in mind that other task he’d been given, otherwise he’d blow the deal along with his load. And he needed the satisfaction of knowing he hadn’t let his betrayer down. As his balls contracted tight he pulled out of Miranda’s cunt and lunged for the black dress. He clutched it to himself just in time and spurted great gouts of cum into its exquisite folds; his body was racked so fiercely as he spewed, that the further spoiling of Carly’s treasured garment hardly registered with him. Miranda, however, had absorbed the fuck with aplomb and was in full possession of her faculties. As Aaron’s body subsided, she scrambled off Carly’s recumbent form and snatched from him the soiled dress.

Aaron watched in a daze as Miranda hauled Carly off the bed and brandished the cum-globbed ruin of fabric before her gaze. “Ohhh shame, it seems to have got a stain. Want to try and remove it?” She shoved the spunked-on dress firmly into Carly’s face, smearing the thick puddles of Aaron’s sperm all over her eyes and nose. He almost reacted in his girl’s defence, so ruthless, so un-fucking-necessary was Miranda’s action.

“Look at her,” the career-driven bisexual bitch said, letting go the dress and crawling over to him so they could observe Carly’s sorry state. “Presumptuous little madam tried to get one over on the wrong person. And I had such hopes for us.” Carly was indeed a pathetic sight. Ball-gagged and blinking through her boyfriend’s mess, eyes tearing … Aaron’s brief-lived euphoria at screwing Miranda drained out of him, leaving him hollow and horribly sad.

“Can we stop this?” he pleaded wearily.

“No, not yet,” Miranda told him, and it was obvious from her tone she was still sexually pumped. “I’m not quite finished with missy here. Hook yourself up again, I don’t want you within reach.” He stared at her incredulously. “You heard me. We’re nearly done.”

What followed was something of a blur, partly because once he had reattached himself to the bedpost, Aaron partook voluntarily of more tequila. It seemed overkill, so broken was Carly. Miranda had fished back into her Mary Poppins-esque bag and this time produced a hefty black strap-on cock, which she attached to herself like the item had seen a lot of use. The sight of it thrusting out from the alpha-female’s loins as she manhandled Carly into place was truly daunting. Aaron watched in brain-addled disbelief as Miranda set about the dazed Carly, taking her long and hard in one position after another, hauling her limp, unresisting form into each like a pretty puppet.

She bounced the girl on top of her, as in a perversion of the lazy mid-morning coupling Aaron and Carly had enjoyed. She put her on her back, pushed her knees back to her chest and speared her while leaning into her raised thighs. She placed her on all fours like before, smacking into her soundly from behind, before stretching her out on her side and rearing her in parallel, so Aaron got a full-frontal shot of his petite, lean-bodied girlfriend as she was shafted by a busty, priapic woman. He was aroused even in his desolation and Carly was made to tap into her inner freak once more, Miranda insisting that she rub her clit throughout and the girl’s excitement became unmistakable.

The contrast of Miranda’s soft flesh with the harshness of that big fake dick appalled Carly and thrilled her too. What worried her most in her fucked delirium was the notion that she might have succumbed voluntarily to a gentler seduction by this woman. At least with this coercion she would be left with nothing but contempt; she’d never seek this again. Right? Would she? But then her body took over again and lust welled up within her hatred. God help her, she couldn’t stop her pussy from loving this.

It went on forever, Miranda hammering home her lesson into Carly’s poor contracting cunt. She watched Aaron in a misery of enjoyment as she was taken in the rear positions, his cock hardening again though untouched, his countenance unreadable. And then Miranda banged and ground her way to her own sexual peak, the friction of the rubber attachment on her own clit taking her to a climax. She timed her fulfilment to coincide with Carly’s, screaming it into her ear at the same moment the slender blonde exploded. Her strident motion into her fuck-toy slowed and stopped, and finally she allowed the girl’s pussy relief from the dildo’s attentions. She stood, slowly detaching the strap-on, allowing Aaron one final scarily sexy image of an Amazonian woman with magnificent breasts and a huge stiff cock.

Her lust assuaged, Miranda turned brisk and business-like again. She tethered Carly to the bed-post once more and left her there, butt-plug refitted, while she used the en suite to clean up. Twenty minutes later she returned, having showered, brushed her hair and re-applied her make-up. She dressed and became her immaculate self again, if anything enhanced by a near-ethereal glow. Several of her sexual accoutrements she placed in her bag, but she left as many - the cuffs restraining Aaron, the plug up Carly’s ass and the gag in her mouth, and the paddle. “In case you want to play some more,” she explained. “There’s all sorts of fun you might have.”

She released Carly from the post, but guided her hands once again behind her back. Carly glumly awaited the re-application of the leather ties, but was alarmed to feel a second pair of handcuffs brought adroitly into play. Miranda had snapped them tight about her wrists before she knew what was happening. Her protest was muffled, Aaron’s articulate, but Miranda smilingly reassured them that they wouldn’t be trapped.

“Keep the dress,” she told Carly. “I’ll cover the cost for now, but I want paying back. Financial or otherwise.” She nipped on Carly’s earlobe one last time. “Your choice. And I’ll make you come even harder next time. You won’t believe how fucking intense it’ll be, you little whore. Now you think on that when you can’t sleep at night and wank yourself off to it. Because we both know that’s precisely what you’ll do.” She turned her head to bring in Aaron. “Oh, the suite’s yours till tomorrow morning. You two enjoy it, I’m sure you’ll have plenty to talk about. Room service is excellent by the way.”

A slinky stiletto-stroll took her over to Aaron, where she ran her smooth palm over his chest. He refused to look at her, but Carly was sure her words sank in when she addressed him. “If things don’t work out between you and your lovely girl here - even if they do and you want a break - I’d love to see you again and I know my friend, Alexis, would be into you too. She’s a glamour model with tits bigger than mine, Aaron, and she sucks cock like a street-whore. Oh, she’s done a very hot nude photo-spread in this month’s edition of Zoo, you’ll want to check that out. That’ll be her on the cover. And any time you want to hook up with us, get in touch via the Vanguard company. We’ll put on a lesbo cabaret will melt your eyeballs and then you can fuck us both in front of each other, any nasty way you want.” She kissed his impassive face softly. “You have my word on that, handsome.”

She stood erect and shook out her chestnut locks, a buoyant expression on her face. Carly was whimpering softly and Aaron’s face was sullen. “Thank you both for a most therapeutic afternoon. It surpassed all my expectations. Have a great evening.”

“And chance of unfastening me?” Aaron’s tone was sullen and dark.

“Goodness, I almost left you two incapacitated, after making a promise.” Miranda strode over to Carly, searching beneath her blouse and into her suspender belt. She withdrew the tiny key and held it up between two manicured fingers. “You give it to him. It fits both sets.” Her hand swooped down and she plunged the fingers far beyond the girl’s labia, stowing it deep within her startled cunt. “See you at work, Carly,” she said with a smirk. Then she picked up her bag, turned on her heels and without looking back left the room and the wreckage.

They waited until they were sure she had gone, hardly able to look at each other. Carly finally glanced - nude, bound and disgraced - over to Aaron and he beckoned her wearily to the bed with his free hand. “Just don’t lose the key.” She stumbled to him in her heels and slithered into a kneeling position atop the covers. With a writhing maneuver of her hips, she attempted to dislodge the tiny item. It wasn’t shifting easily.

“Okay.” Aaron tried to sound gentle. He could see how distraught she was. “Come over here and – and spread your legs for me.” She shuffled her trussed, naked self over and kneeled beside him, juice-encrusted thighs parted. “I’ll be careful,” he promised. She raised her bottom off her thighs and he slid two searching fingers into her still-wet slit. They worked their way around her warm, slippery interior and though it was contact neither of them was seeking right now, her body jerked and squirmed in response and his cock grew harder. “It went deeper?” His voice was hoarse. She nodded, her eyes tearing. “Okay, stay still …” He withdrew both fingers and reinserted the middle one, probing deep so that it made her squeak, wriggling it about her velvety walls until he lighted on the key. “Right, got it, got it …” Delicately he eased it down her slick channel and scooped it into his palm. “There, it’s all done.” He could not bring himself to use any of his usual endearments.

He unlocked himself and set about liberating Carly from her bonds. The cuffs came off as Miranda had said they would. She massaged her wrists, while Aaron gently unfastened the ball-gag from the rear. He remembered how enthusiastic he had been with his use of the paddle and was tender with her as though in compensation, trying not to be aroused, trying to keep his largely erected cock from brushing her ass. The straps fell loose and she plucked the ball from her mouth, letting it fall. “Thank you,” she said sorrowfully. “Would you - would you take out the - the plug? Please?”

“Yeah, yeah, got it.” He slipped his fingers around the base, using his other arm to brace her around the stomach.

“Please be careful …” Her voice was broken, as though she didn’t deserve it of him.

“I will, it’s okay.” His hand clenched slowly into a fist as he drew slowly on the reinforced rubber device, fighting against the turn-on of this obscene, intimate act. Carly delivered a series of broken sobs as he stretched her wide and prized out the bulging plug, popping it free from the clenching hold of her tight anus. “There. You’re okay. Now go clean up.”

“Thank you. Thank you …” She couldn’t move from the bed, rather she slumped down, her ass resting on her heels, her cum-and mascara-smeared face crumpling as her whole body started to shake with sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. All my stupid fault …”

Aaron’s kinder instincts kicked in and he wrapped an arm around her, letting her head rest on his shoulder. But he was angry with her and he felt a deep resentment every time guilt arose for anything he had done. Yes, all her stupid fault. “What were you thinking? All this for a stupid dress? Was that the only time? Was there other stuff?”

“No!” she insisted. “I wanted something nice, that’s all - I wanted something sexy and - and - up-market - to wear for you! I’ve work so hard - for everything I’ve ever bought myself. I saw it and wanted to treat myself, but I couldn’t afford it, so I … I don’t know what came over me. It was only once, Aaron! Don’t you believe that?”

He held on to her, the sympathetic part of him vying with the supremely pissed off. He could not believe they were embarking on this conversation while still naked and smelling of sex. “Okay, okay … But why roll over for her? Why let her do that to us?”

“I told you, she’s a - a bitch, a manipulating bitch, we’d never have got the better of her, you don’t understand!”

“No, I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you simply took what she had to give. I don’t understand why you got off so much on what she was doing! Is there anything else you haven’t told me? Have you been - been with her before?”

“No, I haven’t …”

“So what did she mean by ‘I had such hopes for us’? Was there something between you? She seemed to think so. She seemed pretty damn sure of it. Was it that night? The one you got drunk round at hers?”

Carly could feel Aaron’s grip tightening on her. “No, no, there was nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Carly.”

“There was nothing, babe, there was nothing …” She wilted, worn out from the consequences of deceit, and suddenly wanted no more secrets. “Just some stupid photographs.” Aaron stared at her quizzically. “I was out of my head, I don’t remember it happening, but somebody took photographs of her and me kissing. I was drunk! It was some sort of stupid game, that’s all. She was threatening to show them to you and I panicked. But nothing happened, I promise.”

“You mean nothing you remember.” Aaron was frantic. “You sure she didn’t stick her tongue in you like today? You sure you didn’t come all over her face that time too?” Carly tried to stammer out a response, desperate to stem Aaron’s tirade. “Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t fucking love being tied up and licked out by her. You didn’t exactly manage to hide it …”

“Well it wasn’t only me!” Horribly guilty as she felt, Carly had had enough. “You got stuck in, didn’t you?”

“I did what you told me to,” Aaron protested angrily.

“I told you to go along with it. I didn’t expect you to throw yourself into it so much. I didn’t expect you to fuck her harder than you’ve ever fucked me … Or couldn’t you help yourself, stud? I suppose you’re going to take her up on her offer? Go round to her place and fuck her and her slut girlfriend …”

Aaron fought for words in his fury. “Don’t – don’t you dare try to turn this round on me. You told me to do what she said. Everything, everything I did was to get you out of trouble.”

“What, like bang the shit out of her? Like thrash my ass raw?”

“I wouldn’t have needed to do any of it if you hadn’t fucked up! This would never have happened if you hadn’t turned out to be a seedy small-time thief and - and a lesbian slut!”

Carly’s intake of breath was sharp. Her hand lashed out like a whip and struck Aaron across the cheek. They were both shocked by the action. Then Carly’s eyes welled once more and she reached out, distraught at what she had done. “Oh god, I’m sorry babe, I’m so sorry. Please, please forgive me …” He grabbed her wrists, tried to stop her pawing him in contrition. “I love you, don’t you know that? I love you babe, more than anything, don’t let her fuck this up! Please, please, please don’t let her …”

Aaron found himself wrestling with his blotchy-faced, weeping and devastated hot naked girlfriend. His cock swelled and he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her to him and kissing her hard. It was a crushing, bruising kiss, fuelled by anger as much as compassion and she locked onto him in response with both arms, as if desperate to suck up whatever he had to give. He broke away from her slightly and she stared at him, her tears stanched by his desire, her eyes pleading and desperate. “Fuck me. Please.” He crammed his mouth to hers once more, tongue searching down her throat, dick hard against her stomach. Then he threw her down roughly onto the bed and climbed above, spreading her legs wide. Swiftly he lined up his hard length and in a single move rammed himself to the balls inside her. She gasped noiselessly as she was filled.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, like that - hard baby, please, please, hard …”

He clutched her back, drew out and launched a long barrage of strokes into her, unchecked by any of the tenderness to which she was used. As hard as he had fucked Miranda, and harder than Miranda had fucked her. There was no place for restraint, only for the expelling of anger in a full-on grudge-fuck, an attempt to pound them both free of the past three hours. He hammered her as she lay on the bed, her fingers curled tight into his shoulders, trying to draw from her louder screams than she had emitted earlier. Then he dragged her up and turned her around, made her grip the ebony bed-head to which he had been shackled, so he could throw his cock back into her from the rear and pound her senseless.

Carly shunted her ass in reverse to meet Aaron’s furious strokes. Her cunt was sore from an afternoon of abuse, but she needed this, needed it urgently, needed her and her boy alone, slamming together as hard as possible. She rubbed her clit frantically, as if that could erase everything that Miranda had inflicted. Aaron’s hands were on her ass, as he pumped her; she felt one of them shift, the thumb pressing against her anus and thrusting inside. “Oh god!” He’d hardly been there in their six month relationship, but she wanted to encourage him, needed to give herself to him as completely as she could. “Oh yes babe, whatever you want … Whatever you want … Do it to me, please …”

Aaron took her at her word. She wanted it harder, nastier than what he’d given to Miranda. There was a sure-fire way to achieve that and in his fevered state he did not hesitate. Trusting that the butt-plug had caused some dilation and that his cock was as lubricated as was possible from her soaking pussy, he pulled out, repositioned and drove himself with unreserved force into Carly’s ass. She screamed loud enough to alert hotel reception. Regardless he ploughed in again, sinking all his inches inside her. It was something they had joked about, contemplated only vaguely, and now in these most extreme of circumstances he was thrust far up his girlfriend’s rear hole, making her howl like it was Full Moon. Committed to his course he buggered his girlfriend’s tight ass till her cries became articulate, though no softer. “Ohhh god! Ohhh god! Oh my fucking god!!!”

All Carly knew at first was the sense of her rectum being filled and emptied, filled and emptied, with accompanying screaming pain. Then the pain eased to a bearable level, leaving her with the still overwhelming sense of being anally dominated by a thick, hard-driving pole and the knowledge that it belonged to her sweet, considerate guy. It scared and grieved her, yet she was somehow glad to have her ass punished like this, ploughed thoroughly by her boyfriend’s furious cock, glad that she inspired in him this raw, angry desire and hoping there was still love in there somewhere. Among it all her own lust burned and she frigged herself stupid, gave herself up to intense, bum-fucked orgasm. Her body shuddered with it; she could hardly cling one-handed to the bed-head, even as Aaron slammed home his final strokes and emptied deep inside her, grunting his animalistic pleasure.

She clung for a moment to the frame, then subsided onto the pillow, feeling Aaron’s sated cock gradually slide its way out of her ravaged asshole. They stayed apart panting for some moments, until he crawled up alongside her and came to rest on his side, his face inches from hers. He looked weary and lost.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed slowly, his forehead almost touching hers. “I … I thought … I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Carly stared solemnly into his eyes, wondering if the pain in her rear might be penance enough. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” They locked gazes, lying still on the crisp linen, and held each other’s eyes for the longest time.

“I know you didn’t. I just wish you hadn’t taken that damn dress.”

“Me too.” Her voice was impossibly sad and full of self-reproach. “So stupid. I wanted to look … I don’t know, spectacular.”

“You did. You do.”

“Babe, what are we going to do?”

Aaron reached across and briefly traced his finger up and down her lower arm. Get out of there, shower Miranda French off the both of them, try to get her out of their heads.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he said, his voice breaking a little. He kissed her forehead and drew her to him. “I don’t know.”

THE END