Submissive Carol


Fudge Fingers

"One each, boys, I'll lick her chocolaty cunt while you two suck the cream off her tits."

Lynne knelt down and put her mouth to Carol's sex and shook her head from side to side. She pulled away.

"Am I chocolaty?" she said.

She was, her face was covered in it. "Yummy," Lynne said, diving in again. Lynne licked Carol, Paul and I sucked Carol's creamy nipples. Carol was biting her lower lip, definitely excited.

"Once more into the breach, boys, once more," Lynne said.

I stuffed my cock up Carol's dirty cunt, rubbing my fingers across her clitty as I did so. I felt Carol push herself against me and saw her eyes close tightly and felt her cunt grip me.

I just watched her for a few seconds, she was so beautiful, then I said quietly: "Did you come, Carol?" I said.

"Mmmm, I did, thank you," Carol said.

"Did I give you permission to come?" Lynne said with mock crossness.

"No," Carol said.

"Put it in her mouth, Mike. Come on Paul, give her a few hard thrusts. Push it right down her throat, Mike, I'm going to hurt her nipples."

I forced my cock down Carol's throat until I saw her gagging, Paul thrust his cock hard into her and Lynne squeezed her nipples until Carol's face contorted in gagging pain. Then we all suddenly withdrew and watched her as she coughed and spluttered.

"That's the best dinner I've had for a long time," I said.

"Were not finished yet," Lynne said. She disappeared again and came back with three fudge fingers. If you're not familiar with fudge fingers think long thin Mars Bars.

"Get off the table, Carol."

Carol got off the table. Lynne handed her the three fudge fingers and then she bent over the table. "Come on boys, bend over," Lynne said. "Shove them half way up our arses, Carol, then eat them."

"Where does she get these ideas from?" I asked Paul as we all bent over.

"Carol, do Mike first," Paul said.

Carol licked her fingers and was going to wet my arse with them, but Lynne said, "Get your tongue in there, girl, lick his arsehole."

Carol licked my arsehole and when she deemed it wet enough she pushed the fudge finger in. It felt cold and very nice. Then Carol licked Lynne's arse and pushed a fudge finger up her and, last but not least, did the same to Paul.

"Take a picture," Lynne said. "How do we look?"

Carol started to laugh. "Oh dear," she said. "James would never believe this without the picture."

"Eat them, before they start to melt," Lynne said.

Carol worked her way along the row, biting as much as she could off each fudge finger. I squeezed my arse and felt it scissoring through what was left of my chocolate treat.

"Quick," I said. "Eat the last bit before it falls off. Lick me clean."

Carol was there in a flash, eating the last bit of the fudge, licking my arse clean.

"Woorrr, that's nice," I said. Then reflectively, "I wonder what's happened to the other half?"

Carol licked us all clean. I took pictures of her doing Lynne and Paul.

"Right," Lynne said. "I think we need a shower. Clean up in here, Carol - I want everything spotless - then come and join us. And be quick about it too."

Lynne grabbed Paul's cock and my cock and led us out onto the terrace, in through the pool door and then under the big open shower.

We were all squeaky clean by the time a still-chocolaty Carol joined us. We washed her, probing her with our fingers as we did so.

I stepped out from under the shower and bent over.

"Come here, Carol, tell me if I taste of chocolate," I said.

Carol licked my arse.

"No, not at all," she said.

"Stick your tongue up," I said.

She pushed her tongue up my arsehole then withdrew.

"Oh yes, I can taste it now, definitely."

"Ah well, I'll save the rest of it for you for breakfast," I said.

All clean and refreshed, Lynne said, "Go and sit in the living room, boys, on these towels in case you leak chocolate. We'll be there in a minute."

Wondering what Lynne had dreamt up for us next, Paul and I trooped off. Paul poured us each a beer and put on a DVD.

"One of my clients gave me this," he said. "Said it's disgusting."

But before the DVD had time to get disgusting Carol and Lynne came in. Carol was still naked but Lynne was wearing a black leather basque.

Lynne told Carol to lie on her front over the bean bag, arse in the air. Lynne tied a cord to each of Carol's wrists and ankles and tied the other ends to bits of furniture. She put a blindfold around Carol's eyes. From behind the sofa Lynne produced a thing like those African dictators sometimes carry around - a stick to which was attached twenty or thirty leather strips. Lynne put a forefinger to her lips, asking us not to say anything.

"Now then," Lynne said. "She has been quite good today, hasn't she?"

Paul and I agreed.

"But she has made a few mistakes, wouldn't you say?"

Paul and I agreed with exaggerated seriousness.

"Let me see," Lynne started. "You rubbed my clitty hard when you were told to be gently. That gets you this." And Lynne brought the leather straps down across Carol's bottom.

Carol yelped and bucked in surprise and pain. Lynne ignored her.

"And when I asked how long you'd fantasised about being a slave you were rude enough to correct me and say you hadn't. That's got to be worth at least two lashes," Lynne said, and lashed twice at Carol's bottom.

"Oooowww. No, please, that hurts too much," Carol said.

"Oh, Carol," Lynne said, "that really was stupid. Three lashes for complaining." Thwack, thwack, thwack.

"Weeeooow!" Carol went. "Please, no more!"

"For goodness sake!" Lynne said. Lash, lash, lash, lash.

Carol was becoming quite distressed and started to cry.

"Pathetic," Lynne said. "Untie her boys."

Paul and I detached the cords from Carol's arms and wrists.

"Turn her over," Lynne said. "See, Carol? See how much they enjoyed that?" she said, flicking at our erect cocks with her whip.

Then without warning Lynne brought the whip down across Carol's tits and continued to lash wildly at her until Carol was howling continuously, curling into a ball to try and avoid the blows.

"She's wet herself," Paul said.

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