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Authors: N.T. Morley

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Brenda had certainly seen Kristi naked. Kristi had been an exotic dancer while in college and for a couple of years afterwards, and had even made a couple of adult videos. She was certainly not shy about nudity. She didn’t exactly prance around the apartment without any clothes on, but she didn’t go to great lengths to hide herself, either. And Kristi had quite a body to show off. She was three years older than Brenda almost to the day, and she was gorgeous. Her breasts were large and firm, with dark nipples that hardened easily. She worked out daily, keeping herself in excellent shape, and her ass and legs were tanned and strong. She wore her blonde hair long, sometimes intentionally a little rumpled, which Brenda thought was strangely sexy. From what Kristi had told Brenda, she had made great tips as a dancer, which Brenda could certainly believe. Kristi had kept dancing part-time after she had gotten her professional job downtown, because she enjoyed it and liked the extra money, but she said she spent too much time at work worrying that some of her male co-workers or clients might happen into the strip joint that night for an after-work lap dance. And of course there was the perpetual fear that one of them would happen upon one of the two obscure porno movies she had made when she was nineteen.
Then one night, it had happened. Three of the guys from work had come in while Kristi was giving lap dances. She barely managed to finish the dance she was doing without letting them see her, and she pushed through the crowd of guys waiting for her and rushed backstage. She had to cancel her stage dance for the rest of the evening, and her management was pissed. So Kristi had given up the job right after that. Now, her sexual adventures took the form of the many dates she went on and the long nights in her bedroom afterwards. And Kristi seemed to enjoy those, from the loud noises she invariably made whether Brenda was there or not.
Kristi had warned Brenda about it before she ever moved in. Brenda, perhaps a little naive, hadn’t thought it would disturb her or even really be audible.
Once, Kristi had offered to try to quiet down a little. But Brenda, red-faced, had told her not to worry about it. And so Kristi hadn’t even tried. In fact, she had seemed to get even louder.
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The only time Brenda had really gotten mad about it was one of the infrequent times when she brought her own date home with her. It was about six months after she’d moved in to the apartment. Brenda had never been especially promiscuous, having boyfriends here and there—and enjoying sex with them—but never more than one at a time. So when she met Rob and liked him, even liked him enough to sleep with him, she invited him back to her place and made it very clear what she was inviting him back
for.
Rob seemed like he’d never been happier. They went home and made enthusiastic love on Brenda’s bed for a long, slow time. Then, while Brenda and Rob were in the middle of it, Kristi and her date—another nameless boy—had come home. Within just a few minutes, Kristi was at it, louder than ever. Rob was obviously distracted as he and Brenda made love. He kept craning to listen, as if it sounded like Kristi would be a lot more fun to be in bed with. He and Brenda had finished, but she couldn’t help thinking that Rob was wishing he’d come home with the roommate on the other side of the thin wall. Afterwards, for the rest of the night and the morning he’d gone to the bathroom about a dozen times, probably hoping to run in to Kristi. Even after he and Brenda made it again at eight in the morning, he rushed out to “piss” when he heard Kristi in the hall. When he finally did meet her, Brenda heard later from Kristi, he totally tried to put the moves on her.
Well, at least Kristi had been as disgusted as Brenda, and Rob wasn’t invited back for a repeat performance by either girl. But Brenda couldn’t help being a little annoyed at Kristi’s “enthusiasm”—it made Brenda feel like there was no way she could ever match or exceed her roommate. Even so, Kristi was a considerate woman—and for the most part, Brenda was pretty glad she had such an active sex life. It gave her more to listen to.
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Brenda felt sorry she had never had a chance to see her roommate dance at the club. She knew what Kristi’s body looked like, but she had never had a chance to look without embarrassment, to look at her roommate and see everything she was curious about. And now, seeing her naked on the videotape, even though it was only Kristi’s long, gorgeous legs and firm ass that Brenda could see, was a fascinating experience.
And Brenda had certainly heard some details from Kristi about what the Master had done to her. But the details had been a little abstract, while now they were on videotape, plain to see. Brenda’s fantasies had filled in a lot of what Kristi had left out, but this was much more intense, to see the girl tied up as Brenda desperately wanted to be.
Seeing Kristi tied up like that on the tape, strapped to the table, with her beautiful ass and legs exposed, brought a sudden surge of arousal to Brenda’s body. She felt her pussy moistening as she remembered all the times she’d lain on her bed rubbing herself as Kristi received her favorite treatment from yet another of her boyfriends.
Kristi was not exactly a shy girl. She sometimes dated four or five guys at a time, and she needed that many to keep her satisfied. Brenda, on the other hand, had only been to bed with a dozen men since graduating from college, and she rarely flirted publicly. Brenda was an attractive woman, there was no doubt, and she knew it. But she just wasn’t as outgoing as Kristi, nor did she have such an easy time asking for what she wanted sexually. Now, Brenda felt an ache in her loins that told her that everything she had fantasized about was going to come true before she went home.
On the monitor, Kristi’s ass squirmed invitingly. The picture focused in on her ass, so that very little else was visible. A shadowy male figure appeared on one edge of the picture. The man pressed his body up against Kristi hip and brought his hand down very hard on her ass.
Kristi yelped, then moaned softly as she wriggled her ass against her Master. He was still almost invisible, hidden by the shadows on the edge of the screen. He hit Kristi’s ass again. She moaned “Thank you, Master” and found herself rewarded with another blow. Brenda’s pussy was juicing, the ache increasing that told her how bad she wanted sex. Brenda’s eyes were wide and her breath was coming short. She almost didn’t realize what she was doing as her hand began to creep up the inside of her thigh.
Brenda finished off her second glass of wine, feeling a little tingly already. She put the glass back in its place and watched the video, enraptured. Brenda’s skirt had ridden up over the bottom of her tiny G-string panties, baring Brenda’s ass. The skimpy G-string left nothing between Brenda’s ass-cheeks and the soft fur of the limousine seats. The feel of the fur was turning her on even more, but for the most part Brenda was enraptured by the scene of punishment on the video screen. The punishment was increasing, as the man spanked Kristi’s ass harder and faster, picking up the tempo as Kristi moaned. Brenda felt herself pulling her skirt up to her waist with one hand. The other hand she felt slipping between her thighs, teasing its way underneath the lace crotch of her panties. She let go of the hem of her skirt so that she could touch her breasts, and before Brenda knew what she was doing, she was slipping her hand deeper under her panties, testing herself with her finger. Brenda had always had this habit, it just sort of started naturally, of checking herself when she could (sometimes she even did it in the restroom at work), checking herself with her finger to see if she was wet, and just how wet she was. She was dripping. Her finger slid easily into her pussy, and droplets of juice leaked out onto the fur seats of the limousine. That felt so good, Brenda didn’t want to stop. She slid her finger back inside her and rubbed her nipples through her dress, feeling a surge of pleasure go through her barely-clad body.
Brenda’s hands had taken on a life of their own. She wasn’t even aware that she had slipped the strap of her dress down off her shoulder and wriggled her arm out, tugging the dress down to expose her left breast. Following the instructions she had received in the mail, Brenda hadn’t worn a bra. There was nothing between her eager, unstoppable hand and the firm flesh of her breast with its hardened nipple. Gently, Brenda began to pinch her nipple, squeezing it rhythmically in time with her finger’s explorations into her wet pussy.
The man on the screen continued to punish Kristi’s ass, blow after blow. Brenda’s masturbation quickened as Kristi’s ass grew a rosy red recognizable even on the low-quality videotape. Brenda continued masturbating, sensing that she was very close to climaxing. But then, much to her surprise, she held off. Her hands still seemed as if they were out of her control, and she felt her finger’s thrusts into her slippery pussy slow down, coming almost to a halt as she hovered on the brink of orgasm. Brenda felt the nails of her left hand biting into the flesh of her breast, gripping it hungrily. She shuddered there on the edge, and as her orgasm slipped away before it came, Brenda let out a long, easy sigh, and relaxed into the softness of the seat.
She didn’t want to spoil it yet. She didn’t want to lose that exquisite ache that was raging through her body, the fire that was burning in her loins. Brenda, or perhaps Brenda’s hands—possessed of her own will—sensed that her orgasm would be exquisite, and wanted to prolong it. Brenda found her hand creeping up to her face, and with surprise Brenda parted her lips and slipped her middle finger in between them.
She began to lick her finger, tasting the sharp tang of her own pussy. She had tasted it before, but she wasn’t in the habit of licking her hands after masturbating, or during it, unless she was incredibly turned on. She had been with a few men who liked her to go down on them right after they fucked her, and that had turned her on, too, to taste her own pussy on their cocks, mixing with the taste of their come as they ejaculated in her mouth. But this time the taste of her pussy turned her on more than anything—perhaps because it made her think how delicious Kristi’s pussy must taste.
Brenda slid her finger deep into her mouth, licking it hungrily, suckling on it as the throb in her loins died down. Without thinking, Brenda pulled the strap off of her other shoulder and pulled the white dress down to her waist. Then, suddenly seized by a feeling of adventurous abandon, she pulled the dress over her hips and her ass and down her long legs and over her feet, spreading her legs further, almost naked on the fur seat. She had put her panties on over the garter belt, so she could have taken those off, too. But she wasn’t quite ready for that. Instead, she looked down over her body and saw how sexy she looked in the white garter belt and lace-top stockings, with the panties on over the top, just begging to be slid off. Brenda was almost delirious with arousal. On the screen, the spanking had grown to epic proportions, with Kristi’s ass turning a deep, deep red as she moaned and whimpered, alternately begging for mercy and thanking her Master for punishing her. Brenda closed her eyes and listened to the brutal slapping sounds, and Kristi’s delicious pleas for mercy. As she listened, Brenda felt her hand creeping back down her body and, with a hungry moan of her own desire, she began to touch herself again.
The slapping from the speakers stopped. Kristi’s moans continued. Brenda opened her eyes suddenly, and saw that the spanking was over. Instead, the camera had changed angles, and was now directly beneath Kristi’s well-illuminated pussy. The Master was behind her, and he had tugged the crotch of her panties out of the way, exposing her rosy-pink, glistening cunt. With one hand, he parted the lips of Kristi’s cunt, exposing her inviting hole, dripping with arousal. With the other hand, unzipped his leather pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Brenda watched in painfully-aroused astonishment as the man took out his cock, which looked not just enormous but breathtaking. Brenda felt a surge of terror as she imagined what it must be like to feel a cock that big thrusting into you. The man fitted the head of his cock in between Kristi’s spread cunt-lips and slid it up and down her open slit. Then, he positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. With a gentle but insistent push, he inserted the head into Kristi. Her cunt strained to accept the enormous knob, and her moans grew louder. Then the cockhead slipped inside her, and there was a moment of total silence before Kristi let out a wail of what sounded like mixed agony and pleasure. With a slow thrust of his hips, the man began to press his cock into Kristi.
Kristi’s wails grew louder at first, then quieted somewhat as her cunt loosened to accept the massive cock. The man continued to enter her until his shaft was all the way inside her, his balls pressed up against the stretched opening of Kristi’s cunt.
Soon the man was fucking Kristi slowly, bringing still louder moans from her lips. Brenda had heard Kristi moaning like that many times in the year that they had lived together. But she had never heard Kristi moaning so loud, or so long, or with such conviction.
Brenda was rubbing her clit fervently, so turned on she could barely breathe. She was close to coming again, but this time she didn’t think she could stop it even if she didn’t touch herself at all. She watched as the man began to fuck Kristi. His cock slid into her faster as Kristi’s pleasure mounted. Then suddenly, the picture went dead. The monitor became blank, and silent.
Brenda paused, on the very brink of climax, breathless. She prayed for the picture to begin again. But it didn’t. Instead, the phone rang.
Brenda was puzzled. She wasn’t thinking straight, she knew that. But she was so turned on by the videotape, she didn’t want to get herself off without it.
The phone rang again. Brenda knew if she didn’t come soon she’d go crazy, but she knew that the Master must be calling her on the phone. So without bringing herself off, Brenda reached up and picked up the phone with fingers slick with her own pussy’s juices.
“Hello,” she said stupidly, her voice hoarse with arousal. There was only silence on the other end of the phone. She was still rubbing her breasts and hard nipples with her free hand. Quickly she cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder and let her other hand drop back down to her pussy.
The voice on the other end of the line was buttery-soft, gently coaxing, with the faintest hint of a Southern twang.

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