Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/redlipst.txt

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Red Lipstick

An erotic fantasy...

I arrive home to find you waiting for me, your eyes set in a cold
stare, and a studded leather belt in your hands.  The outfit that you
have chosen for me is spread out on the bed, and I dutifully put on the
skimpy clothing.  Tonight you have chosen a red lace bustier with a
matching garter belt and back-seam stockings, a tight rubber miniskirt,
and painfully tall 6" black patent stiletto pumps.  You watch silently
as I dress and stand in front of you, slightly off-balance from the
high heels.  You approach, and add to my attire a pair of leather
wrist cuffs with a silver chain leash, and a leather choker with steel
loops attached to it.  Yanking the leash, you lead me to the dimly light
bathroom to see myself in the full length mirror.  You take a pot of
bright red wet lipstick and apply it thickly to my lips.  You tell me to
tell my own image how sexy it is, how I want to suck its tits and
lick its pussy.  You then tell me to lean forward and give my image
a kiss on the lips, which of course I do, leaving a red imprint on
the mirror.  Then you kiss me hard on the mouth, crushing my soft,
full lips with yours.

You lead me to the kitchen and seat me on a table, a welcome break
from standing in the tall heels.  You take some chilled wine into
your mouth, then share it with me by pressing your mouth against mine.
Now you hold the bottle just above my face, and let the wine pour.
I open my mouth to catch some of the burgundy liquid, but of course
you pour much more than I can swallow, so it runs in rivers
down my body.  You use your tongue to collect the wine from my neck,
shoulders, breasts and stomach, biting me each time.  You then turn
me onto my stomach on the table, and, using the leash, pull my
hands over my head.  You attach the leash to an eye-bolt on the wall
(you planned to enslave me tonight, didn't you?), and then pull
each of my ankles to meet a table leg, where you secure them with
leather straps.  You leave me in this helpless, exposed
position as you enjoy some more wine.

Now you are behind me, and I can't tell what's going to happen
until I hear the resounding crack of your leather belt against
the rubber miniskirt which is just barely covering my ass.  The
sound is louder than the pain, but the sting is still real, Again,
I hear the >CRACK!< of your belt on my ass, and feel the sting
a split second later.  You spank me three more times, and then
I suddenly feel you rubbing the belt up the insides of my
stockinged thighs, slowly caressing my soft brown flesh until I
am mesmerized by the sensation, my pussy becoming moist.  Just when
I have forgotten the previous pain, you yank up my rubber miniskirt and
strike solidly with the belt, aiming the blow directly against
my naked ass.  I whimper and squirm, you scold me, and strike again.
You tell me that you will continue to spank me until I am silent.
It only takes one more >SMACK!< for me to learn to bear the pain.
You stop and kiss the hot pink marks across the brown flesh of
my soft ass.

As you lick the sore red marks on my ass, I moan quietly, but
not quietly enough.  You come to the side of the table,
and turn my head to face you, as the leash keeps my arms stretched
above my head.  My full, wet lips are open, my mouth in a little circle
from the painful spanking, and the anticipation of what is to come. You
begin to lick at my neck, sending shivers up my spine as I
writhe uncomfortably on the table.  I enjoy this, and you remind
me that I am here for your pleasure tonight.  Suddenly I remember,
and my body jumps up uncontrollably as your belt once again strikes
my ass.  However, the restraints are sufficient to keep me from escaping
the >CRACK!< of the belt.  As I let out another cry, you strike again,
further between my legs this time, and you notice the lips of my pussy
swelling.  You take the cold metal edge of the buckle and
slowly slide it vertically between the tender flesh of my moist cunt.
The buckle is so cold!  I squirm, but manage to bite my tongue.

As you pause to partake of more wine, I beg to drink some myself.
You agree, and bring the bottle to my lips.  "Drink", you order.
I am happy to comply, and you tilt the bottle for just a second,
letting a tantalizing few drops of the nectar enter my mouth.  I
beg for more--instead, you press the warm fabric of your pants against
my face, and rub your rampant cock along my flushed skin, pressing
the material roughly into my lips.  You bend over my body, and gather
up tiny folds of flesh from my back, taking them between your teeth
and biting them, as I arch my body inward in response.

You free one of my hands and guide it to your thighs.  You
order me to release your cock, and I slowly unzip your pants.
Your cock eagerly jumps towards me,  and I take it in my soft hand.
I stroke it lovingly, and you moan quietly, as it jumps and jerks
in my fingers.  You ask if I were told to touch you--I look up to
you with apology in my eyes, and release your shaft.  You recuff my
hands, but this time, my arms are crossed, which leaves my body at
an angle, exposing my lean stomach and ripe brown breasts.  You take the
soft flesh of my shoulder into your mouth, nibbling me (you know
how much that turns me on), then lick a trail from there to my
hands, and back to my shoulder.  I shiver a bit, then start to
tremble, as your hot tongue slides down my side, ending at my abdomen.
As you nibble and bite the warm flesh of my stomach, my breasts are heaving,
and my neck is arching, my hot breath coming jerkily from between my lips.
You bite my right nipple, and it swells even more than it had already.
You slip your tongue against my bellybutton, and bite it.  I moan, and
you revel in the joy you are giving me.

But tonight, I am yours to play with, and to give me pleasure
is your choice.  However, it is your right to receive pleasure.  You
explain that I am receiving pleasure only from your generosity, that
I am a wicked whore and slut;  you tell me matter of factly that I
have not been earning my very high pay, and you spank me again >CRACK!<
against my ass.  You ask me what I intend to do about this, and
I nervously offer to pleasure you.  You ask you how I intend to do
this, and I slide my tongue along the edge of my lips.  I offer to
take you in my mouth, and beg to have a hand released.  You refuse,
and I apologize for having asked.  You move a bit closer to me,
standing up, and again press your thighs against my face.  This time,
there is no fabric, just your hot flesh.  I press my lips against
your balls and groan.  The vibrating sensation is incredible.  You
cover my stomach with light scratches from your fingers.  I lick at
your heavy cock, and suck it into my mouth.  Now you are unable to
remain quiet, as my tongue circles the tip of your cock, and my cheeks
are alternately stretched by your probing shaft.  I look up at you,
and you see a look of appreciation in my eyes.

You slowly pull your swollen cock from the depths of my mouth, and
kiss me painfully hard on the lips.  You give one last nibble to my
stomach, and then release my hands from the leash, pulling my arms
towards you, and re-cuffing them together so that now my arms are bound
behind my back.  I am bent forward, my ass thrust out over the edge of
the low table;  my thighs are formed and shadowed by the low lights.
You move to the edge of the table and bite both of my ass cheeks,
making me arch my back and thrust my ass even further towards you.
Deciding that I am able to move too much with only my legs bound to
the table, you come around in front of me, and attach a chain leash
to my choker.  You pull me down to the table, and snap the other
end of the leash to an eye bolt set in the floor.  Next, you circle
back around me, and once more attack my juicy cunt.

You lick between my legs, along the lips of my damp pussy,
and near the core of my ass.  I shiver, and you slide a finger into
my cunt, soaking it in my juices.  Suddenly, you withdraw it and
touch my asshole.  I moan softly as you slide the wet digit into
my butt.  Your other hand plays between the wet folds of my pussy
as I press back towards you.  You tell me that I was not told
to move, and you spank me again with the belt.  I take four
blows against my ass this time, and all the while my pussy
is getting hotter.  You then tell me that you are going to
fuck me.  I moan.  You take your huge tool, and push it between
my cunt lips, slowly inching your mammoth shaft into my pussy
with long, deliberate strokes.  With each stroke you press a
little deeper, a little harder, until your full 10 inches is
buried inside my tight, throbbing pussy.  I moan again,
begging and pleading for you to fuck me.  You do not answer, but
reach around my ample breasts, grabbing them painfully and pinching
the nipples with your fingernails.  Then you withdraw your
gorgeous cock from my honey box--ohhh, don't stop!  But you come
around in front of me, and raise my chin with your fingers.
You explain to me that you are _very_ dissatisfied with my
performance so far, that when you heard of me as a high class
whore you expected much more than this.  You tell me that
if I get down on my knees and beg to suck your cock--really
beg and plead--and that if I do a good job, and swallow all
your cum, then you _might_ fuck me some more.  I agree,
and begin begging immediately.

"Oh, please master, please unbind me so that I may kneel in
front of you and take your huge cock into my sweet mouth,
and suck you until you come, shooting your wad down my
throat!  Force me to my knees, master, grabbing my big
brown titties with your strong hands!  Make me take your
cock, master, make me suck your shaft!  I want your
dick in my throat, master, I want to taste your sperm!"

I can tell by the gleam in your eye that I am doing well,
for you slowly undo the bindings on my legs, release my
arms and undo my choker;  then you grab me roughly by the hair,
pull my off the table, and shove me to my stockinged knees.
"Suck me, you slut", you command, and shove your cock into my
open, waiting mouth.  I pretend to choke on it, knowing that
you will administer the belt to my ass.  You do, with a loud
>SMACK!< on my firm, round derriere, chiding me for not
taking it 'like a good slut should'.  You
tell me to try again, and this time I swallow the whole
shaft, right up to the base of your lovely balls.  Your
cock is down my throat now, and I can tell how hot you
are, for you immediately start thrusting into my mouth
with wild abandon.  Your shaft is sliding in and out
of my full, moist lips, as you bury the head of your
cock into my throat.  I almost feel like choking, your
tool is so big.  I feel your rod start to twitch, and I know
that you are very near.  I start slurping on your huge
manhood, knowing that this sound drives you wild.  I slurp,
gobble, devour your giant cock, hungry, insatiable.  I am
like a bitch in heat, a wild, wanton slut who desires nothing
more than to have her man ejaculate into her mouth.  I
want you to feed me your come--and you do.  With great
heaving spurts you shoot your sticky white cream into
my mouth.  Your first spurt of hot jism coats the back
of my throat; I move my head back, getting the quivering
tip of your cock between my lips so that I may properly
suck you dry.  You spurt again and again into my waiting
mouth;  I try and swallow it all, but there is so
much that I cannot, and some of it overflows my red
lips and dribbles down my chin in sticky white rivulets.
I know how much you like to see me covered with your
cum like this, so I grab the shaft of your
cock with my blood-red lacquered nails, and stroke you,
milking your tool.  You are still spurting, so I pull
back even further, and let your final spurts splatter
my face with your milky goo.  I take my fingers and rub your cum
into my cheeks, lick my fingers and laugh.  "Oh, how
I love good facial cream!" I moan, taking the rest of your
sperm and wiping it along the lips of my now soaking
pussy.  "Now can I have some more in my cunt?"

"You have served me well and truly, whore", you say.
"You have earned your reward.  Stand up."  I am not
fast enough, for you grab my hair, yank me to my
feet, and administer another >SMACK!< to my sore little
ass.  I know what is coming next, and I am on the
verge of orgasm just thinking about it.  You take
me and seat me on the table again, spreading my
legs wide apart so that you can see my juicy pussy.
I am so hot that some of my juices are running down
the insides of my thighs, making my stocking tops all
wet and sticky.  You kneel down to the space between
my legs, and start to lick my cunt, flicking my clit
with the tip of your tongue.  I arch my head back
and give myself to the passion, with wild moans of
pure pleasure.  You continue to lick me, delighting
in the depth of my arousal, when suddenly you grab
my legs, and with one swift motion reattach my ankle
cuffs to the table legs.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?", I demand indignantly,
as I realize that tonight is going to be a truly SPECIAL night...
You just smile and move behind me, as I try, unsuccessfully,
to wriggle off the table.  I turn my head to follow you,
and I see you grab the silver leash that is cuffing my
wrists.  The next thing I know, you have yanked me
backwards to the table, cuffing my arms above my head to
the eye-bolt in the wall.  I am flat on my back, my head
projects over the end of the table, my long brown hair is
hanging down, my legs are splayed wide open, my breasts
are great heaving mounds, as my breath comes in short,
quick bursts.  I am your prisoner, completely vulnerable,
helpless--and I like it very much.  I start heaving my body
up and down, knowing full well that it is completely useless,
since you are sure to have bound me quite securely.  I take
secret pleasure in knowing how much you like to watch me
squirm, and my pussy becomes even more moist as I writhe
in a pretended agony of terror at what you will do to me.
I know you will not disappoint me;  sure enough, you reach
down beneath the table and come up with a small harness with
a large rubber ball attached.

"What the fuck is that?", I demand, already knowing the
answer.

"I think you know what it is, my dear sweet Heather", you
reply, undoing the straps.

"No fucking way are you putting that thing on ME!" I shout, writhing
about on the table.

"Oh, I think I will", you murmur.

"I'll bite you, you bastard, I swear to God I will!"

"Oh, I don't think so", you answer, standing over me and
looking down at my gorgeous cum-covered face, your huge,
rock-hard cock barely inches from my mouth.  "Because
if you do, I'll do this..." You reach underneath my head,
grab a handful of hair and yank downwards, snapping my
head back painfully.  "...or this...", as you quickly
release my head, then grab my left nipple and twist
it savagely.  Although it does nothing but arouse me further,
I yelp in pretended pain and try and wriggle away, knowing
that this is part of the game.  "...so you see, my dear,
I think you WILL allow me to put this gag on you, because
if you don't..."  You leave the sentence hanging, and slide
the harness over my head.

"You fucking bastard!", I cry, as you attempt to stuff the large
rubber ball into my mouth;  I spit the gag out, and
try and bite your fingers.  You pinch and slap my breasts,
then try again, and this time I let you put it in,
spreading my lips wide to accommodate it.  You snap the gag
in place, and I scream obscenities, very few of which make
it past the huge rubber appliance.  Then you circle around
to my cunt--ah, finally, you are going to stuff me!--and
reach beneath the table again, withdrawing an oversize
rubber dildo, fully 15 inches long and 3 inches around.
I widen my eyes and shake my head 'NO!' in mock terror.
"Mmmmm-mmmmmm" I moan through the gag, "mmmmm-mmmmm,
mmmm-mmmm!", meaning "Stuff that dildo as deep into
my twat as it will go!"  I want it so badly now that I
can barley stand it.  I watch you as you take the tip
of the dildo, and run it around the lips of my pussy,
moistening it.  Then you bring it up to my breasts,
and run it around the outsides of my areolas until my
nipples are as hard as raisins.  Then you take it
back down to my pussy, playing with my lips for what
seems like an eternity;  with unexpected ferocity,
you jam the dildo deep into my awaiting cunt, slamming
it deep into my box once, twice, thrice.  Each time
you do, my body shudders with a small preorgasmic
quake.  You just as quickly yank the dildo back out,
enjoying my discomfiture at the sudden loss of such
a pleasurable sensation.  Then slowly, very slowly,
with an almost studied deliberateness, you take the
dildo, and place it against my anus, and start to push.
A tearing pain shoots through my ass, causing me to
arch my back in a vain attempt to get away from your
probing.  You persist in sliding the dildo up my
butt hole, centimeter by centimeter, slowly, slowly.
The pleasure in my cunt that the pain in my ass is
giving me is almost indescribable, and just when I
think that it can get no better, it does, for you
slam your stiff cock into my box, totally filling
me with one smooth, savage thrust of your rod.

You start to pump me, banging against my pubes with
every quick thrust of your long, thick tool.  At the same
time you are reaming me out with the dildo, and I can feel
the two pricks beating into me as one, stuffing me,
fucking me.  No, you are not fucking me gently at all,
but then I do not want to be fucked gently--you have
me wound up as tight as a spring, and I need release;
I want you to fuck me savagely, I want you to take me, to
make me yours, I want you to fuck me HARD and DEEP I
want you to RAVAGE me I want you to FILL ME UP with
your cum GIVE it to me STUFF me FUCK me SLAM me FUCK ME
FUCK ME FF-F-FFAAAHHHHH OH GOD I'M CUMING I'M CUMMMMMING
I'MMMM AHHHHHHHH-HHHHH G-GG-GGODDDDDDDDDD....

Later, you smile down on my unconscious form,
covered with sweat, milky white semen seeping from
my cunt down my stockinged thighs, hair in wild
disarray, muscles slack with exhaustion, a peaceful
smile on my face, and you smile, knowing how much
you have pleased me and yourself.  I love you.