Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Owning My Friend's Mom: EP16

Sara was completely flushed with excitement, and was breathing heavily, as she returned the cane and grabbed the crop. Once again, she swished it through the air several times to get a feel for it before landing a beautiful hit to Mrs. C's left ass cheek. She quickly followed that with another hit to the other ass cheek. As she continued her assault on the ass, Mrs. C. was by now a blubbering mess as she cried and mewled in pain. There also was a very strong smell of sex in the air, and Greg noted, with a grin, that Mrs. C's inner thighs were soaked with her juices.

Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her own daughter, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the abuse and humiliation. "Sara?" Greg asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, "Hold up for a second please."

"Whore, I want you to reach back with both hands and pull your ass cheeks apart for Sara." When she had done as requested, further humiliating herself in front of this stranger, Greg continued. "Sara, I want you to hit her asshole with that crop, as hard as you can. Are you Ok with that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes Sir," she quickly replied, licking her lips in anticipation. Taking aim, she brought the crop down hard right on the exposed bud.

SMACK

"Ahhh" Mrs. C. bellowed, knees beginning to buckle from the torment. Again, to her credit, she kept her hands in place holding her cheeks apart. Greg could tell she was close, and just needed a little nudge to push her over the edge. "Ok Sara, just one more stroke. This time, I want you to do an under-hand swing and hit her right on her clit and pussy lips."

"Yes Sir," she replied. No coercion was needed here.

Mrs. C. had settled down and stopped moving, Sara took careful aim, and after several practice swings, brought the crop up

forgotten, as she crumpled to the ground, a low keening sound coming from her, with her hands buried deep in her tortured pussy. She began to convulse and shake on the floor, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her

Her brow was covered in perspiration, and her cheeks were a mottled color from the exertion of her torment and orgasm. Looking at Sara, I could see she was perspiring, and her cheeks were also flushed with excitement and exertion. Her nipples were hard as rock under her t-shirt as she stared fixedly at Mrs. C.'s naked body at her feet. Snapping Sara out of her trance, Greg informed her that, "I think I like the crop the best. It's precise but also was easy to cover a large area very quickly.

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another display case against the other wall. Walking over she reached in and pulled out several

was about 1 1/2" wide at its widest point. "Then we'll probably progress to that black one there," he added pointing to one that was roughly 2" wide. "And then, when she's nicely stretched out or she needs to be punished, we'll

knowing what he was going to

C., crawl over here and offer your ass up to

moved. Once she was at Sara's feet, she put her head to the floor and, reaching back with both hands, pried her abused ass cheeks apart once more. Her ass was now turning a wonderful mixture of colors, as the welts

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Sara quickly knelt behind Mrs. C., and, with her left hand, jammed 2 fingers, knuckle deep, into Mrs. C's soaking wet pussy. A soft moan escaped Mrs. C.'s lips, as Sara worked a 3rd finger in the pussy. After fucking

the plug out a little bit, and then pushed it back in again, with a little more force. She continued this slow fucking motion, entranced with the sight of Mrs. C's anal bud stretching and contracting around the butt plug,