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Grace 10 – Graduation (3-4)
(Uni student Grace Worthington graduates, gets flogged, exposes herself to her parents and fellow students, and inspires her friend)
(continued)
Irene smiled: “Hmmm…maybe that’s all the more reason to do it, Grace. I guess I’ll see you in the hallway over there in five minutes…”
Grace’ didn’t know what to think as she slowly moved towards the mirror. She went past it, her fingertips touching the surface. The guests around her seem to fade. Her mind was in turmoil, objected, but the twitching between her legs told her something else. She didn’t want to, but her body slowly moved towards the hallway. She passed by Elizabeth Montgomery who noticed Irene in the corridor, waiting. Elizabeth touched Grace’s arm and looked at her with questioning eyes. Grace knew she had no choice; “I have to go Liz, I just have to…” Liz just nodded. She knew what she meant. She could read Grace’s face.
She watched Grace and Irene as they slowly moved down the corridor and disappeared into a side door. Elizabeth slowly followed, but kept her distance.
Grace’s eyes had to get used to the darkness as she entered the large room. The walls were dark. A few small wall fixtures were providing minimal red light. There was a large red curtain where the back of the mirror was above a queen-size red upholstered bench underneath it against the wall.
“Hello Grace, there you are, finally…” It was Celia soft voice that she heard right next to her. Grace felt her fingers running through her hair, caressing her face. She closed her eyes as she felt her lips on her neck, her cheek, moving towards her mouth. A warm mouth closed over hers, Celia’s tongue pushing inside her. Grace reciprocated, their mouths squarely locked onto each other, their tongues battling. Grace tasted her saliva, smelled her breath. After a minute of frantic kissing their mouths broke free. “Oh, I’ve waited so long for this moment Grace.” Celia’s voice was close to her ear; “ever since I saw you fucking on the net I wanted to taste you, eat you. I badly needed your body…”
The remote controlled curtain slightly opened. The ballroom’s warm light pushed through the opening into the room. Grace looked at Celia as she felt her hand sliding from her hair down over her shoulders onto her back. She felt how her dress’ zipper was being pulled down. “Why don’t you kick off your shoes Grace, get on the bench in the light and take your clothes off. We want to see you naked…” Grace recognized Celia’s voice as she slowly moved onto the bench into the light stream and turned around. Irene, Celia and Mike were there. She thought she recognized Elizabeth Montgomery as a dark shadow at the back. Her hand reached for her dress zipper and pulled it down. She slowly slid the sliver dress from her shoulders, revealing her tiny white underwear. She turned to face the ballroom light. She could see some of the guests mingling, dancing. She closed her eyes, unclipped her bra and slid it off, showing her rock hard nipples. She slowly pulled down her panties, revealing her blond patch. Stark naked, she squatted slightly as she fingered herself while watching the guests. Celia climbed on the bench. Grace masturbated and watched as Celia stripped, revealing her dark skin, tiny breasts and clean-shaven vagina.
“God, you look hot naked, Grace,” she whispered as her hand ran down the side of Grace’s body, squeezing her hard small ass cheeks. She slowly started to attach black leather straps to Grace’s wrists and ankles. Grace continued masturbating and looked at her with questioning eyes but was too far away to care anymore. “Don’t worry Grace, you’ll love this,” she said as a metal bar lowered from the ceiling and the strap rings were hooked onto it. The bar rose, pulling Grace up with her arms spread wide. When it stopped she could just touch the bench with her toes. She spread her legs wide as her ankle strap rings were hooked into the bench. “I’ve got a surprise for you Grace,” Celia whispered.
She showed Grace a flogger.
“I wanted to do this for a long time Grace. I’m an expert with this tool. This one is a softer one with a meter long leather strips. No marks, hardly any pain. I’m going to make your hanging meat writhe with delight.” She grabbed Grace’s hair and whispered while looking her straight in the eye; “Keep your legs spread and arch your back at all times Grace. I’ll flog you more and harder if you don’t…”
Grace prepared herself for the inevitable. She didn’t know when the first lashing would come or what it would feel like. She arched her back, pushing up her small hard butt.
In the ballroom, underneath the large mirror, champagne and horse d’euvres tables had been set up. This deliberately ploy, arranged by Irene, guaranteed a large ‘audience’ in front of Grace.
Celia was set for her first strike. The leather strips flew through the air and smacked into Grace’s back, curling themselves around her slender waist. Grace’s body seized up and contorted. She grimaced, panted and screamed. The sudden impact shocked her muscles. Little aftershocks ran through her twisting body, stimulating her genitals. She was so horny with no quick release in sight. The next lashing landed into her arching back, making her twist even more. Her body reacted fiercely. Her nipples were rock hard, moisture was dripping from her slit. Then suddenly the remote controlled curtain started to slowly open further and further. Simultaneously Celia struck a harder blow, the leather curling itself loudly around Grace’s waist. Her body sent itself in all directions as Grace opened her wild eyes and saw all the guests in front of her. She looked at her friends, her classmates, her mum and dad. A next strike landed just above her arse. She screamed, her face red, her breathing heavy with desire. Her tanned lithe body thrashed about as she was close to coming. The guests in the ballroom enjoyed their champagne and nibbles, while right in front of them Grace’s naked strung-up meat was being lashed.
A shocked Elizabeth witnessed it all from the back. She occasionally touched herself as her arousal became difficult to handle. As the soft light from the ballroom flooded in she retreated into a dark corner. She saw the light glow on Grace’s sweaty body as it was strung up and flogged with her arms and legs spread wide in front of the crowd on the other side of the mirror. She watched how Celia gave her, by now, naked husband a sign. He quickly mounted the bench behind Grace and unceremoniously rammed his long hard dark cock into her from behind. She screamed and temporarily forgot to arch her back. Mike pulled out and stepped back as Celia’s hard strike smacked Grace’s flesh. For a second she stiffened up, her body contorted violently as Mike grabbed her hips and rammed his dark cock back into her burning slit. He fucked her like a demon as Grace arched her back.
She had learned her lesson.
Elizabeth watched from the dark back wall how a naked Celia fingered herself, dropped her flogger and groped and ate the front of Grace’s body. She went on her knees and buried her hungry mouth in between Grace’s legs. Simultaneously Mike was frantically ramming his hard meat from behind into Grace’s red swollen slit. He roughly grabbed her hair, making her arch her back even more. For Elizabeth it was a shocking, raw and confronting moment. A naked Grace being flogged, groped, eaten and roughly violated in front of her friends and parents. Grace was about to come as Mike’s cock hit all the right spots. “I’m going to cum, oh god, I’m going to spray”. She virtually screamed it out. Celia moved out of the way as Grace’s body seized up. Mike was still pounding his cock in between her small butt cheeks as Grace’s red face grimaced. With her mouth wide open she threw her head backwards. A deep grunt from her distorted face preceded a blast of liquid that shot from between her legs, splashing against the glass in front of her. Mike pulled out and sprayed his sperm all over her small hard butt while her body was still wildly thrashing about.
Elizabeth Montgomery had already left the room. She was so shocked and worked up she could barely walk or think straight. As she returned to the ballroom Celia untied Grace. She fell into her arms exhausted. “Oh my god Celia, that was incredible,” she whispered. “I know baby, I know. Listen; why don’t you visit us in the city tomorrow night. We’ll have some more fun…”
It was after 11.30pm and the party was slowly winding down. Irene was mingling with the remaining guests. Grace had recovered, and although suffering soreness from the waist down, returned to the ballroom together with Mike and Celia. She would meet up with them tomorrow night at an address in the city. Elizabeth was still in turmoil. She tried to concentrate while talking with her parents as she noticed Irene coming her way.
She excused herself and quickly went up to her. “Hi Irene, just wondered if you have a minute, Grace told me about you,” she said. “Oh excuse me, have we met?” Irene responded. “Oh I’m sorry, my name is Elizabeth, I am a former classmate of Grace.” Irene herself was still pre-occupied with what she had just witnessed but tried to focus. “Oh…yes, Grace, right, I hope Grace told you good things about me…” Elizabeth moved closer to Irene; “She told me you’re a photographer…and…that you’re always looking for girls. I got an impression from her about the kind of work you’re doing. I had this idea that you might be interested for me to model for you.”
“Maybe I could do an audition for you to see if I’m...eh...suitable…”
(continue part 4-4)
Grace 10 – Graduation (3-4)
(Uni student Grace Worthington graduates, gets flogged, exposes herself to her parents and fellow students, and inspires her friend)
(continued)
Irene smiled: “Hmmm…maybe that’s all the more reason to do it, Grace. I guess I’ll see you in the hallway over there in five minutes…”
Grace’ didn’t know what to think as she slowly moved towards the mirror. She went past it, her fingertips touching the surface. The guests around her seem to fade. Her mind was in turmoil, objected, but the twitching between her legs told her something else. She didn’t want to, but her body slowly moved towards the hallway. She passed by Elizabeth Montgomery who noticed Irene in the corridor, waiting. Elizabeth touched Grace’s arm and looked at her with questioning eyes. Grace knew she had no choice; “I have to go Liz, I just have to…” Liz just nodded. She knew what she meant. She could read Grace’s face.
She watched Grace and Irene as they slowly moved down the corridor and disappeared into a side door. Elizabeth slowly followed, but kept her distance.
Grace’s eyes had to get used to the darkness as she entered the large room. The walls were dark. A few small wall fixtures were providing minimal red light. There was a large red curtain where the back of the mirror was above a queen-size red upholstered bench underneath it against the wall.
“Hello Grace, there you are, finally…” It was Celia soft voice that she heard right next to her. Grace felt her fingers running through her hair, caressing her face. She closed her eyes as she felt her lips on her neck, her cheek, moving towards her mouth. A warm mouth closed over hers, Celia’s tongue pushing inside her. Grace reciprocated, their mouths squarely locked onto each other, their tongues battling. Grace tasted her saliva, smelled her breath. After a minute of frantic kissing their mouths broke free. “Oh, I’ve waited so long for this moment Grace.” Celia’s voice was close to her ear; “ever since I saw you fucking on the net I wanted to taste you, eat you. I badly needed your body…”
The remote controlled curtain slightly opened. The ballroom’s warm light pushed through the opening into the room. Grace looked at Celia as she felt her hand sliding from her hair down over her shoulders onto her back. She felt how her dress’ zipper was being pulled down. “Why don’t you kick off your shoes Grace, get on the bench in the light and take your clothes off. We want to see you naked…” Grace recognized Celia’s voice as she slowly moved onto the bench into the light stream and turned around. Irene, Celia and Mike were there. She thought she recognized Elizabeth Montgomery as a dark shadow at the back. Her hand reached for her dress zipper and pulled it down. She slowly slid the sliver dress from her shoulders, revealing her tiny white underwear. She turned to face the ballroom light. She could see some of the guests mingling, dancing. She closed her eyes, unclipped her bra and slid it off, showing her rock hard nipples. She slowly pulled down her panties, revealing her blond patch. Stark naked, she squatted slightly as she fingered herself while watching the guests. Celia climbed on the bench. Grace masturbated and watched as Celia stripped, revealing her dark skin, tiny breasts and clean-shaven vagina.
“God, you look hot naked, Grace,” she whispered as her hand ran down the side of Grace’s body, squeezing her hard small ass cheeks. She slowly started to attach black leather straps to Grace’s wrists and ankles. Grace continued masturbating and looked at her with questioning eyes but was too far away to care anymore. “Don’t worry Grace, you’ll love this,” she said as a metal bar lowered from the ceiling and the strap rings were hooked onto it. The bar rose, pulling Grace up with her arms spread wide. When it stopped she could just touch the bench with her toes. She spread her legs wide as her ankle strap rings were hooked into the bench. “I’ve got a surprise for you Grace,” Celia whispered.
She showed Grace a flogger.
“I wanted to do this for a long time Grace. I’m an expert with this tool. This one is a softer one with a meter long leather strips. No marks, hardly any pain. I’m going to make your hanging meat writhe with delight.” She grabbed Grace’s hair and whispered while looking her straight in the eye; “Keep your legs spread and arch your back at all times Grace. I’ll flog you more and harder if you don’t…”
Grace prepared herself for the inevitable. She didn’t know when the first lashing would come or what it would feel like. She arched her back, pushing up her small hard butt.
In the ballroom, underneath the large mirror, champagne and horse d’euvres tables had been set up. This deliberately ploy, arranged by Irene, guaranteed a large ‘audience’ in front of Grace.
Celia was set for her first strike. The leather strips flew through the air and smacked into Grace’s back, curling themselves around her slender waist. Grace’s body seized up and contorted. She grimaced, panted and screamed. The sudden impact shocked her muscles. Little aftershocks ran through her twisting body, stimulating her genitals. She was so horny with no quick release in sight. The next lashing landed into her arching back, making her twist even more. Her body reacted fiercely. Her nipples were rock hard, moisture was dripping from her slit. Then suddenly the remote controlled curtain started to slowly open further and further. Simultaneously Celia struck a harder blow, the leather curling itself loudly around Grace’s waist. Her body sent itself in all directions as Grace opened her wild eyes and saw all the guests in front of her. She looked at her friends, her classmates, her mum and dad. A next strike landed just above her arse. She screamed, her face red, her breathing heavy with desire. Her tanned lithe body thrashed about as she was close to coming. The guests in the ballroom enjoyed their champagne and nibbles, while right in front of them Grace’s naked strung-up meat was being lashed.
A shocked Elizabeth witnessed it all from the back. She occasionally touched herself as her arousal became difficult to handle. As the soft light from the ballroom flooded in she retreated into a dark corner. She saw the light glow on Grace’s sweaty body as it was strung up and flogged with her arms and legs spread wide in front of the crowd on the other side of the mirror. She watched how Celia gave her, by now, naked husband a sign. He quickly mounted the bench behind Grace and unceremoniously rammed his long hard dark cock into her from behind. She screamed and temporarily forgot to arch her back. Mike pulled out and stepped back as Celia’s hard strike smacked Grace’s flesh. For a second she stiffened up, her body contorted violently as Mike grabbed her hips and rammed his dark cock back into her burning slit. He fucked her like a demon as Grace arched her back.
She had learned her lesson.
Elizabeth watched from the dark back wall how a naked Celia fingered herself, dropped her flogger and groped and ate the front of Grace’s body. She went on her knees and buried her hungry mouth in between Grace’s legs. Simultaneously Mike was frantically ramming his hard meat from behind into Grace’s red swollen slit. He roughly grabbed her hair, making her arch her back even more. For Elizabeth it was a shocking, raw and confronting moment. A naked Grace being flogged, groped, eaten and roughly violated in front of her friends and parents. Grace was about to come as Mike’s cock hit all the right spots. “I’m going to cum, oh god, I’m going to spray”. She virtually screamed it out. Celia moved out of the way as Grace’s body seized up. Mike was still pounding his cock in between her small butt cheeks as Grace’s red face grimaced. With her mouth wide open she threw her head backwards. A deep grunt from her distorted face preceded a blast of liquid that shot from between her legs, splashing against the glass in front of her. Mike pulled out and sprayed his sperm all over her small hard butt while her body was still wildly thrashing about.
Elizabeth Montgomery had already left the room. She was so shocked and worked up she could barely walk or think straight. As she returned to the ballroom Celia untied Grace. She fell into her arms exhausted. “Oh my god Celia, that was incredible,” she whispered. “I know baby, I know. Listen; why don’t you visit us in the city tomorrow night. We’ll have some more fun…”
It was after 11.30pm and the party was slowly winding down. Irene was mingling with the remaining guests. Grace had recovered, and although suffering soreness from the waist down, returned to the ballroom together with Mike and Celia. She would meet up with them tomorrow night at an address in the city. Elizabeth was still in turmoil. She tried to concentrate while talking with her parents as she noticed Irene coming her way.
She excused herself and quickly went up to her. “Hi Irene, just wondered if you have a minute, Grace told me about you,” she said. “Oh excuse me, have we met?” Irene responded. “Oh I’m sorry, my name is Elizabeth, I am a former classmate of Grace.” Irene herself was still pre-occupied with what she had just witnessed but tried to focus. “Oh…yes, Grace, right, I hope Grace told you good things about me…” Elizabeth moved closer to Irene; “She told me you’re a photographer…and…that you’re always looking for girls. I got an impression from her about the kind of work you’re doing. I had this idea that you might be interested for me to model for you.”
“Maybe I could do an audition for you to see if I’m...eh...suitable…”
(continue part 4-4)
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