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Pain Freak update
🕑 Added 2022-02-23 20:00:05 +0000 UTCSarah expected that after that, Diane would steer well clear of her and any guy she took a liking to. After a hard day of work on the farm, she sat down on a bale of hay to relax, just her and a glass of iced tea. Her father had gone into town for supplies, but she took her isolation in stride. Enjoying the rare tranquility. Until she felt hands rubbing her shoulders.
“John? Is that you?”
“Not quite,” Diane replied.
Sarah stiffened, but the hands only ground further into her tense muscles. She sighed and leaned her head back, resting it lightly on Diane’s arm as the woman kept massaging her. It just felt too good for her to want it to stop, even if it was Diane…
“What do you want, Diane?”
“Just to see to it that you’re well taken care of. I know you hate for me to bring this up, but Bill used to do this for me. Probably not to you, though. You know how men are. So selfish and inconsiderate…”
“Bill’s not selfish. And neither was John.”
“Then where are they now? Never trust a man. They just can’t… understand you the way a woman can. I can understand you, Sarah. And you can understand me…”
That seemed like a strange thing to say. But Sarah let Diane keep rubbing her shoulders, until she noticed that the blonde had shifted closer to her, so that Sarah’s reclining head nuzzled against her round chest.
“You know, it’s no wonder we’ve shared the same men. We have a lot to appeal to those with good taste,” Diane said suddenly. “You have the most extraordinary breasts. They’re a lot like mine. I bet they’re as sensitive as mine are, too.”
“T-thank you, I think.”
“But that blouse must be too tight. Your tits don’t quite fit in it, do they?”
Diane walked in front of the redhead, smiling, staring openly at her breasts. Sarah was feeling weird about this now—weird, funny, and a little intrigued.
“I haven’t put on weight or anything,” Sarah said defensively.
Diane put her hands on Sarah’s full breasts, making the other woman take a deep breath that swelled them into Diane’s palms.
Sarah was so confused and stunned that she just sat there, staring at Diane’s pleased smile, wondering what it meant. Could it be the blonde was actually enjoying the feel of her tits—the flesh of another woman?
Diane moved her fingers inward, squeezing and kneading the roundness of Sarah’s breasts. “Does that hurt?” she asked.
“No. Diane…”
“It feels good, then?”
Diane fondled her openly now, obviously trying to please Sarah with the pressure on her ample breasts—and just as clearly savoring what she was doing. Sarah blushed; her nipples stiffened. They pushed out against Diane’s fingers as she continued to grope the redhead.
“Your nipples are hard,” Diane said in a sing-song voice, teasing and mocking and… tantalizing Sarah.
“I know,” was all Sarah could say.
“Have you ever thought about fucking another woman?”
Diane didn’t give her time to answer. The next thing Sarah knew, Diane’s hands were clawing into her flannel shirt, getting a good grip on it before she ripped it open. Sarah gasped, but there was no way to resist. She was now naked from the waist up, her creamy breasts tumbling out into the open, the hardened nipples showcasing her excitement. Her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Oh my, they’re even bigger than I thought!” Diane panted. “It must be simply heavenly to feel someone playing with those!”
She filled her hands with Sarah’s bare breasts, hungrily rolling the juicy flesh under her palms, compressing it against Sarah’s torso. Sarah sighed with pleasure, her reluctance quickly slipping out of range of her thoughts. This was wrong, she thought, maybe even twisted, but it felt even better than the massage had.
Moaning with arousal, Diane stooped over, holding up one abundant teat in front of her face. Her eyes soaked in the deep red nipple. Then she opened her lips wide and took the engorged nipple into her mouth, Sarah shuddering while it happened and then quaking when Diane began to suck.
“Oh, you slut, you shouldn’t be doing this! Don’t you remember what I did to you?”
But the pain freak was much too occupied with Sarah’s bountiful teat to bother replying. She puckered her cheeks and loudly slurped, her sucking lips glued to the goose-pimpled areola of Sarah’s breast. Diane sucked on it so hard that the throbbing it produced didn’t spread, but plummeted straight down to her sex.
“Lie down,” Diane panted. “Let me get on top of you.”
“This is filthy, Diane, this is why I whipped you—“
Then Diane went to Sarah’s other breast, sucking it just as hard, and Sarah gasped. The feeling was even better on a numb nipple, unprepared for the intensity of Diane’s assault.
“I know. I have to thank you for it. You finally satisfied me, Sarah. You showed me what I have to do to be a content woman and now… now I’m going to do it! I’m going to please you even if I have to become your slave to do it!”
Sarah clumsily backed up from the vehemence of Diane’s words, sprawled across the hay bale as Diane ripped off the rest of her clothes. In moments, she was naked, revealing her wet cunt. It was throbbing like a living thing with its need for more of what Diane had begun.
Sarah now knew what Diane wanted—that she had only made nice with her because she craved her body, no… more of the painful treatment she’d received before, if Diane was being honest. And she was enough of a slut that Sarah could believe she’d actually want more of what she’d gotten off on once.
Sarah knew, of course, that she should push Diane away and demand she leave, but the experienced whore had been too crafty for her. She’d made Sarah so horny that she couldn’t bring herself to care where relief came from—even someone like Diane.
So Sarah lay there, waiting impatiently, trying to project meanness in her look at Diane. She wanted to say, without saying it, that Diane could expect plenty of her much-needed pain if she didn’t deliver what all her foreplay had promised. And Diane just stripped off her clothes, smugly, as if confident that her body was everything Sarah might want and more.
Diane was a tall woman, her figure sleek and curvy. Sarah was already aroused, but it shocked her how much more juicily her cunt throbbed at the sight of Diane’s gorgeous, naked body.
Diane sprawled herself out between Sarah’s thighs, mewling happily at the prickle of the hay against her naked flesh—or maybe just at the sight of Sarah’s pouting sex offered up to her. Sarah went along with it as Diane pushed her toned thighs wide apart, spreading her tingling labia for her lips and tongue.
“My, my,” Diane sighed, kissing her way up Sarah’s creamy legs. “I think you’re going to like having me for a slave… as much as I like having you for a mistress.”
Sarah trembled at the feel of a wet, hungry mouth on her cunt, the pressure sending tingles deep inside her. Diane wiggled her tongue far into Sarah’s pussy, feeling the tightness inside her and the squeezing convulsions of her lust. After a moment, Diane began to lick in earnest, moaning with unashamed enjoyment as she ran her tongue up and down Sarah’s folds.
Sarah quickly grew embarrassed by how her juicy snatch fed her cream into Diane’s greedy tongue. She could feel how the scouring taste buds of Diane’s tongue were lubricated by a coating of her gushing wetness. “Oh Diane! Unnh! Fuck, Diane! Oh shit, that’s really nice! You’re really—HHGH!—doing a good job… you’re eating my cunt!” Sarah finished in gasping disbelief.
Sarah’s lovely face contorted with obscene pleasure, a shameful delight that didn’t seem to fit on its beauty, an animal need that couldn’t possibly belong to the gorgeous body wrapped around it. But it was there, deep in her cunt.
The redhead slid her hands down, abandoning the last pretenses of reluctance to grab hold of Diane’s head and tightly clutch it to her groin. Excitedly she wiggled and rolled her shapely ass off the bale of hay, proud breasts heaving with the dancing motion as Sarah rutted her pussy into the slavish pleasure Diane gave in offering.
“Eat my pussy, you bitch!” she cooed, realizing that in Diane’s servility, what she really craved was abuse—the abuse Sarah had been nursing inside her as if in preparation for Diane’s needs. “Ggghh! Oh shit, that feels nice! You’re such a slut, you even know what to do with my wet pussy! Unh! Unhh! UNHH! Oh fuck, keep licking me, you little whore! Give me something fun to do when I’m not whipping your naughty ass!”
Mewling in pure submission, Diane moved her hands up, touching the swelling lips of Sarah’s pussy, delicately peeling them away from the bright pinkness inside her. She exposed Sarah’s inner folds to her tongue and gave herself the tantalizing sight of Sarah’s fat, stiffened clitoris.
Diane pushed her tongue in further, writhing it hungrily around, trying to taste all the glistening interior of Sarah’s cunt at once. Sarah gasped, her passage spasming around its visitor, the pink sphincter of her asshole throbbing while Diane’s tongue wiggled towards it from the inside, sending indescribable pleasure up into Sarah’s body.
“Oh fuck, Diane!” She tugged haughtily at the pain freak’s hair, keening and grunting as she pumped her ass harder off the bale of hay. “Lick my clit, Diane! NNHH! I’m telling you to lick it! Oh shit, you’d better do it, better do whatever I say! Suck my clit, make my clit COME!”
Sated like a well-fed animal with how Sarah had berated her, but still starving for more, Diane moved her mouth up to Sarah’s swollen little button. She licked at it, sliding her wet tongue up one side of its hood, then back down the other. She pursed her lips around the hardened nub, sucking it fiercely, dimpling her cheeks around it, as if Sarah’s clit was a chocolate feeding her pure sweetness with every lick, every suck.
“Fuuuck! Oh God, Diane, oh goddamn!” Sarah’s face was red, her expression contorted until it could’ve passed for one of agony. “Love that mouth, that fucking tongue! MMMMHH! Put your fingers in me now, you cunt! Oh fuck, my little pussy’s so hot! Make it come, make it come right now!”
Diane stiffened two fingers and pushed them into the narrow, clinging tightness of Sarah’s womanhood. She panted hungrily on Sarah’s trembling clit when her pussy sheathed the intruding fingers, gripping them with firmer and firmer convulsions while they went deeper into her. Finally, she moaned at how tightly Sarah’s cunt was holding onto her.
Sarah moaned with her, as if turned on by how aroused the other woman was. Part of her still wanted to pull away. It was bad enough she’d let Diane kiss her, at any place on her body, but now she was being penetrated by the woman. And yet, it felt better than ever. Barely wrong at all… except in a good way…
Diane, though, had anticipated how sweet this would be. She’d been looking forward to it and it was proving even better than she expected. The only thing that could make her stop was her desire for more. It was risking Sarah’s ire, but she almost hoped to make the redhead angry with her. Maybe then she’d get a good whipping, as well as being forced to service Sarah’s pussy. She climbed over Sarah, straddling her body. Her mouth went back to Sarah’s cunt, but her own hovered over Sarah’s face.
Sarah looked at Diane’s sex like she didn’t have one of her own, surprised by it, shocked by it, her eyes unable to make sense of it like it was some optical illusion. No, it was her mind that couldn’t fit the contours of the thing into her cracked awareness. She couldn’t conceive of what Diane clearly wanted; couldn’t imagine herself pleasuring her as the bitch was pleasuring her. Couldn’t even imagine herself imagining herself.
Yet, there it was. And it happened to smell very, very good. Sarah didn’t think; she’d stopped thinking and the pleasure of Diane’s tongue in her pussy had kept going, so clearly thinking wasn’t required.
Instead, she did what her lips wanted and opened them, then did what her tongue wanted and pushed it out, experimentally, into the velvety opening of Diane’s snatch. She soon realized why the pain freak was so ardently thrusting her own tongue into Sarah’s cunt; it tasted delicious.
Oh God, I’m as bad a slut as she is! The thoughts had the shape of guilt, but not the taste of it. Sarah didn’t feel bad at the recrimination. In fact, she was grateful it didn’t excite her. Perhaps there was just no more room for arousal, she was already so turned on, licking and sucking Diane’s wet pussy, sliding her tongue around between its swollen lips.
“That’s riiight!” Diane groaned. She was the one holding Sarah’s head now, both hands, grinding her pussy down into Sarah’s mouth. “Eat my pussy, mistress! Ohhh! Auhh! That’s so good! C’mon, lick my cunt and make me come! Make me come while I make you come! And then whip me—make me pay for being such a dirty whore! Oh GOD, isn’t it awful what a slut I am?”
Diane’s words were a song that went with her striptease. Already naked, she slid her hands down to her mons, gently sliding her pussy lips out of the way of Sarah’s attention. Now Sarah could fully possess the throbbing wetness inside of Diane, the swollen pink button of her clit, and all the pleasure both had to offer.
It seemed to taste better the more enjoyment Diane got out of it.
Sarah sucked more avidly as the folds of Diane’s sex, her own cunt growing warm, growing aroused, so it felt like it was her own womanhood she was thrusting her tongue into when she pushed it inside of Diane.
She held up her fingers and tried slipping them inside of Diane’s passage. All too suddenly, she was fucking them in and out, as hard and fast as her tongue was soft and loving, making the pain freak delight in how hard she could be used.
“Suck my clit, please!” Diane pleaded. “AHH! HN! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I need it, mistress, please! Let my clit into your mouth! Please enjoy my clit, please enjoy getting me off…”
Her voice trailed off as Sarah did what she wanted, like she was the sub instead of the eager recipient of Diane’s submission. Pumping her fingers furiously into Diane’s slit, Sarah wrapped her lips around the woman’s stiffened bud. She sucked on it with gentle force, cheeks drawn in around it and lips puckered, doing just as her new bottom had shown her in pleasuring it. Her fingers went even harder, ever harder, guiding Diane to the ecstatic peak that she’d come to Sarah to receive.
“I’m almost there!” Diane whined. She clawed at Sarah’s head, her hips charging in a frenzied surge at every lap of Sarah’s tongue. “Yesss! Feels so good! So fucking good! Now lick my pussy! YEAH! I’m coming, Sarah! God, GOD, I hope you like my cream, I’m gonna come so much, give you all of it… SARAH—!”
The pain freak climaxed for a full minute, moaning and whimpering, sealing her orgasmic cunt to Sarah’s mouth as thoroughly as she could. It was never enough for Diane, but Sarah kept licking and drinking her, guiding her through the entire plateau of her ecstasy. At last, well-satisfied, Diane slid off of Sarah’s body.
“That was incredible, mistress. Everything I’ve been dreaming of… almost as good as what you did with the whip,” Diane sighed. She grinned sweetly at Sarah. “You can do that whenever you like from now on. And we’ll try to forget any silly ideas about dirty, brutish men. Now we both know what real pleasure is. Of course, if I wasn’t good enough, you’re free to lash me. And if I was too good. I know it takes a real slut to do all those things I did. Or… what did you call me? A pain freak?”
She giggled.
“You’re saying you want me to be your mistress?” Sarah demanded, as if chiding Diane for the outrageousness of her desire. “To whip you again?”
Diane nodded briskly. “I love you, mistress.”
“And you’d be willing to do… whatever I say?” Sarah asked warningly.
“I don’t care, mistress. I want to always be yours.”
“Okay, Diane… okay. Then you’ll always be mine.”
And Sarah began to consider the possibilities of all she could do with a pain freak like Diane at her beck and call.
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