I am a 52 year old widower who runs a small B and B in a southern state. Although I have been single for a number of years, I have not lacked for intimate female companionship. Every few months or so a woman guest seems to appreciate my charming hospitality and my six foot two relatively slender body enough to stay an extra night or two in my little hotel.
"Well, Elizabeth," said Jack. "Is this the effect you had in mind?"
Elizabeth was taking some deep breaths. "There is one more thing, Mr. Norwood," she said. "You need to secure her to a post so that she cannot bend over. Then her exposure and vulnerability will be complete."
"Ummm, there is that post between the living room and the dining room. Do we have something to use to tie her?"
"All you need is a scarf around her neck and the post," said Elizabeth. "That would make her keep her head up. There is a scarf in the side pocket of my case that I sometimes use as a blindfold."
"Excellent," he said. "We won't need it as a blindfold. I like to see her eyes when I whip her."
Elizabeth retrieved the scarf and the two of us led Jane over to the post. I think she was genuinely scared at this point. She probably had never been restrained in such a way. Once we had tied the scarf she was positioned on her high heels with the entire front of her body thrust forward.
Jack spoke to Elizabeth. "I want your help in this. You are to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," she quickly responded.
"Now slide that fabric away from her chest and expose her tits."
Elizabeth lifted the flap and tucked it behind Jane' shoulders. Her bare tits with their prominent nipples stood up big and firm. Jane seemed proud of their size and tried to push them out even more.
"Examine them, Elizabeth. See how stiff and ready for punishment those nipples are," ordered Jack.
Elizabeth put a hand on each breast and ran her fingers around, over and under them. The women looked into each other's eyes, Jane with pleading for understanding, and Elizabeth with cruelty and lust. She ended her examination by pinching both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and squeezing until Jane cried out.
Jack was pleased. "That's it, Elizabeth. Make the bitch suffer."
Elizabeth stepped back and the three of us stood in a line facing Jane. With her head held high against the post and her bare tits on display, she was the picture of vulnerability and helplessness. Jack raised the fly swatter and began tapping it smartly on the top of her left breast.
"Ohhhhh.....that stings......"
He switched to the other breast and gave it three sharp swats.
"Ahhhhhh......" Jane started stamping her feet.
Elizabeth was watching with smoldering eyes. "Drag the rough fabric across her nipple," she said to Jack.
Jack smiled and nodded at Elizabeth. "You do know your business," he said, and he began a slow back and forth scrapping motion across Jane's left nipple.
"Ohhhhhh ....shiiiitttt..." Jane was really squirming now.
The scarf was not tight enough around her neck to keep her from sliding to the side, around the pole, and Jack had to follow her to keep the fly swatter in contact with her tit. I decided to help him by going behind her and holding her ass to keep her in place. Slipping my hands under the loose fabric, I got a good hold on her ass cheeks and squeezed. She squealed and tried to twist away.
"Oh no you don't," I said, and I slid one hand down her ass crack and up between her legs. At the same time I used my foot to kick her legs apart. This let my hand go forward and up on to her bare pussy, which I found to be very wet and slippery. "She's really turned on," I announced to the group.
"So am I," responded Elizabeth.
"Some punishment," laughed Jack. He looked at me. "We might as well stop and have dinner. Then at least these naughty girls will suffer sexual frustration. We can continue later."
I was very hard and pretty frustrated myself, but Jack was the director of our little play, so I withdrew my hand from the now moaning Jane and went to put dinner on.
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When I came out of the kitchen I expected to see Jane sitting at the table with my other two guests. But there she was, still tethered to the pole with the black scarf, her bare tits and ass on display.
"I decided to leave her there for a while," said Jack. "I know she's hungry, but she doesn't deserve any food yet."
I shrugged and put the deliciously smelling chicken and pasta casserole on the table. Elizabeth poured more wine into all our glasses.
"At least give me some wine," whined Jane.
"Listen to her complaining," said Jack. "She knows she brought this on herself by disobeying me. Elizabeth, you can give her a sip of wine, but make her pay for it."
Elizabeth's eyes sparkled at being invited to add to Jane's torment. She took her wine glass and got up from the table. With a little smile on her lips she dipped a finger into the wine and walked up to Jane and put her wet finger up to Jane's lips.
"Suck it like a good slut," she said.
Jane licked the finger and then let it slide into her mouth. Elizabeth began a slow rotation to feel the insides of Jane's cheeks. With her other hand she cupped a bare breast and lightly squeezed it.
"Don't you dare bite me," she said. Then removing her wet finger, she taunted Jane. "Would you like a real sip of wine now?"
"Yes please. I'm so thirsty."
Elizabeth raised the wine glass to Jane's lips and turned it up so that a prodigious quantity poured into her mouth and down her chin. Jane gasped and tried to swallow, but before she could manage more than one gulp Elizabeth had her mouth on top of hers, roughly kissing her and probing her mouth with her tongue. Jane twisted her head in an effort to break the contact, but Elizabeth grabbed her hair and held her in place.
Jack and I watched as we dished the pasta onto our plates. It was a very erotic and exciting scene--the lovely half-naked girl helplessly restrained and being devoured by the sex crazed older woman. I longed to jump up and go fuck them both.
"A nice picture, hey?" Jack commented, as if he were watching a sensual play in a small theater. "Your friend Elizabeth seems quite taken with my trophy wife. I do love sharing her with people who appreciate her beauty and her needs."
I nodded and began eating. After a couple of bites, I raised my glass in a toast to Jack. "You are a most generous guest to share your wife with us in this manner. Elizabeth and I are most appreciative."
My mock formality was a comic contrast to the scene that was now playing out between Elizabeth and Jane. Elizabeth had gotten her fill of Jane's lips and mouth, and was now proceeding to mount an assault on her pussy. Jane's slinky dress was bunched up at her waist, leaving her completely exposed from her belly to her high heeled, fuck-me pumps. Elizabeth was down on one knee exploring and probing.
"Ohhhhh.....godddddd....."
"Spread your legs my dear," said Jack. "Open yourself for your friend Elizabeth."
"I'm not sure she'sss.....my......friend.....ohhhhhh......but she sure knowsssssss.......what she'sssss.......dooooooing......ohhhhhhhh."
Jack wiped his mouth with one of my good linen napkins and got up from the table and approached the two women. "Don't you dare let her come," he said sharply to Elizabeth.
However it appeared that Elizabeth was too far gone to stop herself. As Jack reached her she leaned forward and pushed her mouth onto Jane's pussy like it was her last meal. I could imagine her tongue thrusting out and seeking Jane's clit.
"Shiiiiiit......goddddddddd........moooooore........almoooost theeeeere........" came from the writhing Jane.
Quickly Jack grabbed Elizabeth by her hair and jerked her back. "Control yourself," he ordered. "You are as bad as she is. Go sit down at the table and eat your dinner."
Elizabeth pouted but did as she was told. Jack pulled Jane's dress back down and playfully scolded her. "You liked that didn't you? You are such a horny little wife. Are you still hungry?"
Jane was still breathing heavily but she managed to look at the food on the table and nod her head.
"Maybe if you are good, our host will feed you some of his delicious casserole," said Jack.
I took this as an invitation and dished up a plate for Jane. When Jack showed no sign that he was going to release her, I got up and walked over with her plate and a fork. Jack stepped back.
"Make her earn it," he said
With the fork I speared a small piece of chicken and pasta and extended it up to her lips. But when she opened her mouth, I pulled it back.
"You have to kiss me first," I said, and I put my lips two inches away from hers.
She had just enough play in the scarf around her neck to be able to push forward and lick my lips with her tongue. Her tongue was hot and her deep breaths told me how aroused she still was. I let her lick me for a good ten seconds before I leaned into her and drove my tongue into her open mouth.
"Ahhgg..." she moaned and followed my tongue. It was a long kiss and I felt her body squirm.
When I finally pulled back, she whispered to me. "Please, my arms hurt and I'm so hungry. I'll make it up to you."
I didn't respond but instead put the fork full of food into her mouth. She savored it with her eyes closed.
I looked over at Jack. He was standing behind Elizabeth's chair with his hands down inside the top of her sundress. She was eating her dinner and trying to pretend nothing was happening as he felt her tits, then I saw his hands twist and knew he was starting to roll her nipples between his fingers.
"Ohhhhhh," Elizabeth moaned and put down her fork. Her shoulders relaxed to give him better access and she leaned her head back to look up at him. It was a perfect picture of what the writers call 'sweet surrender'.
"Excuse me Mr. Norwood," I said formally. "Would you mind if I untied your wife? I would like her to do something for me that she can't really do in her present position."
He laughed. "Sure, no problem. Bring her over to the table so we can all watch. I think Elizabeth here would like to use her for a few things too."
I released Jane from her bounds and led her to the table. She down opposite Elizabeth and I put the plate of casserole in front of her. She began eating immediately, but her eyes were locked on Elizabeth's.
"My wife seems to be really enjoying her food," said Jack, still tweaking Elizabeth's nipples. "What do you think, Elizabeth? Is this the best casserole you've ever tasted?"
"I have other tastes," said Elizabeth. "Please pass the wife."
"Well, Elizabeth," said Jack. "Is this the effect you had in mind?"
Elizabeth was taking some deep breaths. "There is one more thing, Mr. Norwood," she said. "You need to secure her to a post so that she cannot bend over. Then her exposure and vulnerability will be complete."
"Ummm, there is that post between the living room and the dining room. Do we have something to use to tie her?"
"All you need is a scarf around her neck and the post," said Elizabeth. "That would make her keep her head up. There is a scarf in the side pocket of my case that I sometimes use as a blindfold."
"Excellent," he said. "We won't need it as a blindfold. I like to see her eyes when I whip her."
Elizabeth retrieved the scarf and the two of us led Jane over to the post. I think she was genuinely scared at this point. She probably had never been restrained in such a way. Once we had tied the scarf she was positioned on her high heels with the entire front of her body thrust forward.
Jack spoke to Elizabeth. "I want your help in this. You are to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," she quickly responded.
"Now slide that fabric away from her chest and expose her tits."
Elizabeth lifted the flap and tucked it behind Jane' shoulders. Her bare tits with their prominent nipples stood up big and firm. Jane seemed proud of their size and tried to push them out even more.
"Examine them, Elizabeth. See how stiff and ready for punishment those nipples are," ordered Jack.
Elizabeth put a hand on each breast and ran her fingers around, over and under them. The women looked into each other's eyes, Jane with pleading for understanding, and Elizabeth with cruelty and lust. She ended her examination by pinching both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and squeezing until Jane cried out.
Jack was pleased. "That's it, Elizabeth. Make the bitch suffer."
Elizabeth stepped back and the three of us stood in a line facing Jane. With her head held high against the post and her bare tits on display, she was the picture of vulnerability and helplessness. Jack raised the fly swatter and began tapping it smartly on the top of her left breast.
"Ohhhhh.....that stings......"
He switched to the other breast and gave it three sharp swats.
"Ahhhhhh......" Jane started stamping her feet.
Elizabeth was watching with smoldering eyes. "Drag the rough fabric across her nipple," she said to Jack.
Jack smiled and nodded at Elizabeth. "You do know your business," he said, and he began a slow back and forth scrapping motion across Jane's left nipple.
"Ohhhhhh ....shiiiitttt..." Jane was really squirming now.
The scarf was not tight enough around her neck to keep her from sliding to the side, around the pole, and Jack had to follow her to keep the fly swatter in contact with her tit. I decided to help him by going behind her and holding her ass to keep her in place. Slipping my hands under the loose fabric, I got a good hold on her ass cheeks and squeezed. She squealed and tried to twist away.
"Oh no you don't," I said, and I slid one hand down her ass crack and up between her legs. At the same time I used my foot to kick her legs apart. This let my hand go forward and up on to her bare pussy, which I found to be very wet and slippery. "She's really turned on," I announced to the group.
"So am I," responded Elizabeth.
"Some punishment," laughed Jack. He looked at me. "We might as well stop and have dinner. Then at least these naughty girls will suffer sexual frustration. We can continue later."
I was very hard and pretty frustrated myself, but Jack was the director of our little play, so I withdrew my hand from the now moaning Jane and went to put dinner on.
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When I came out of the kitchen I expected to see Jane sitting at the table with my other two guests. But there she was, still tethered to the pole with the black scarf, her bare tits and ass on display.
"I decided to leave her there for a while," said Jack. "I know she's hungry, but she doesn't deserve any food yet."
I shrugged and put the deliciously smelling chicken and pasta casserole on the table. Elizabeth poured more wine into all our glasses.
"At least give me some wine," whined Jane.
"Listen to her complaining," said Jack. "She knows she brought this on herself by disobeying me. Elizabeth, you can give her a sip of wine, but make her pay for it."
Elizabeth's eyes sparkled at being invited to add to Jane's torment. She took her wine glass and got up from the table. With a little smile on her lips she dipped a finger into the wine and walked up to Jane and put her wet finger up to Jane's lips.
"Suck it like a good slut," she said.
Jane licked the finger and then let it slide into her mouth. Elizabeth began a slow rotation to feel the insides of Jane's cheeks. With her other hand she cupped a bare breast and lightly squeezed it.
"Don't you dare bite me," she said. Then removing her wet finger, she taunted Jane. "Would you like a real sip of wine now?"
"Yes please. I'm so thirsty."
Elizabeth raised the wine glass to Jane's lips and turned it up so that a prodigious quantity poured into her mouth and down her chin. Jane gasped and tried to swallow, but before she could manage more than one gulp Elizabeth had her mouth on top of hers, roughly kissing her and probing her mouth with her tongue. Jane twisted her head in an effort to break the contact, but Elizabeth grabbed her hair and held her in place.
Jack and I watched as we dished the pasta onto our plates. It was a very erotic and exciting scene--the lovely half-naked girl helplessly restrained and being devoured by the sex crazed older woman. I longed to jump up and go fuck them both.
"A nice picture, hey?" Jack commented, as if he were watching a sensual play in a small theater. "Your friend Elizabeth seems quite taken with my trophy wife. I do love sharing her with people who appreciate her beauty and her needs."
I nodded and began eating. After a couple of bites, I raised my glass in a toast to Jack. "You are a most generous guest to share your wife with us in this manner. Elizabeth and I are most appreciative."
My mock formality was a comic contrast to the scene that was now playing out between Elizabeth and Jane. Elizabeth had gotten her fill of Jane's lips and mouth, and was now proceeding to mount an assault on her pussy. Jane's slinky dress was bunched up at her waist, leaving her completely exposed from her belly to her high heeled, fuck-me pumps. Elizabeth was down on one knee exploring and probing.
"Ohhhhh.....godddddd....."
"Spread your legs my dear," said Jack. "Open yourself for your friend Elizabeth."
"I'm not sure she'sss.....my......friend.....ohhhhhh......but she sure knowsssssss.......what she'sssss.......dooooooing......ohhhhhhhh."
Jack wiped his mouth with one of my good linen napkins and got up from the table and approached the two women. "Don't you dare let her come," he said sharply to Elizabeth.
However it appeared that Elizabeth was too far gone to stop herself. As Jack reached her she leaned forward and pushed her mouth onto Jane's pussy like it was her last meal. I could imagine her tongue thrusting out and seeking Jane's clit.
"Shiiiiiit......goddddddddd........moooooore........almoooost theeeeere........" came from the writhing Jane.
Quickly Jack grabbed Elizabeth by her hair and jerked her back. "Control yourself," he ordered. "You are as bad as she is. Go sit down at the table and eat your dinner."
Elizabeth pouted but did as she was told. Jack pulled Jane's dress back down and playfully scolded her. "You liked that didn't you? You are such a horny little wife. Are you still hungry?"
Jane was still breathing heavily but she managed to look at the food on the table and nod her head.
"Maybe if you are good, our host will feed you some of his delicious casserole," said Jack.
I took this as an invitation and dished up a plate for Jane. When Jack showed no sign that he was going to release her, I got up and walked over with her plate and a fork. Jack stepped back.
"Make her earn it," he said
With the fork I speared a small piece of chicken and pasta and extended it up to her lips. But when she opened her mouth, I pulled it back.
"You have to kiss me first," I said, and I put my lips two inches away from hers.
She had just enough play in the scarf around her neck to be able to push forward and lick my lips with her tongue. Her tongue was hot and her deep breaths told me how aroused she still was. I let her lick me for a good ten seconds before I leaned into her and drove my tongue into her open mouth.
"Ahhgg..." she moaned and followed my tongue. It was a long kiss and I felt her body squirm.
When I finally pulled back, she whispered to me. "Please, my arms hurt and I'm so hungry. I'll make it up to you."
I didn't respond but instead put the fork full of food into her mouth. She savored it with her eyes closed.
I looked over at Jack. He was standing behind Elizabeth's chair with his hands down inside the top of her sundress. She was eating her dinner and trying to pretend nothing was happening as he felt her tits, then I saw his hands twist and knew he was starting to roll her nipples between his fingers.
"Ohhhhhh," Elizabeth moaned and put down her fork. Her shoulders relaxed to give him better access and she leaned her head back to look up at him. It was a perfect picture of what the writers call 'sweet surrender'.
"Excuse me Mr. Norwood," I said formally. "Would you mind if I untied your wife? I would like her to do something for me that she can't really do in her present position."
He laughed. "Sure, no problem. Bring her over to the table so we can all watch. I think Elizabeth here would like to use her for a few things too."
I released Jane from her bounds and led her to the table. She down opposite Elizabeth and I put the plate of casserole in front of her. She began eating immediately, but her eyes were locked on Elizabeth's.
"My wife seems to be really enjoying her food," said Jack, still tweaking Elizabeth's nipples. "What do you think, Elizabeth? Is this the best casserole you've ever tasted?"
"I have other tastes," said Elizabeth. "Please pass the wife."
