Oral Exam Ch. 15

Cindy opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. Her attitude instantly changed. All laughter was gone. If I didn't know better, I would have never have guessed Cindy was balled up laughing over Sarah's plight just a few minutes ago. Now Cindy was devastatingly stern, a cold and stoic statue wielding a harsh – perhaps cruel - authority. No humor echoed in her visage; rather, there was only a powerful force of will.

Sarah looked exactly as we left her. She had not moved. Her face was buried in a pillow. Her long brown hair flowed lustrously down her back. Her arms and legs were extended in an 'X' formation, jutting out from her body. The soft flesh of Sarah's tits protruded from where they pressed into the bed. Her shaven pussy was wide open and bare for anyone to examine. The nectar of her loins was flowing freely from the sweet well-spring of her cunt.

"I am going to tie you up, slut. Any objection?" Cindy paused for a moment to let Sarah answer. Hearing only silence, Cindy said, "Good." Then she passed me the scarves.

Ready to be of assistance, I took the thin strips of fabric and set to work. Sarah's bed was placed on a wooden frame, so I had anchors at the ready. With a few simple knots, Sarah was bound, face down, to the bed. Sure, she could flex and bend – but only slightly. More importantly, she was spread open for easy and simple access.

Meanwhile Cindy was rubbing Sarah's creamy, soft skin with the bristly end of the hair brush. From head to toe and back again, Cindy lightly scratched at Sarah. Cindy kneeled on the bed, bent over at the waist, whispering softly in Sarah's ear. The words, which I couldn't hear, sounded faintly like a cooing bird – gentle, soft and loving. As the brush continued to roam, Cindy's other hand gently stroked Sarah's hair, twirling a strand between her fingers. Her tongue reached out to lick the tip of Sarah's earlobe. Feather-light, skin touched to skin in a liquid caress.

Muscles unraveled; the harsh stinging of the brush became a dull ache. Sarah's breathing eased and grew deeper. She fell into a rhythm, as the gentle ebb and flow of air gradually took control. She was floating on a river of bliss; the torturous paddling was a distant memory. I could see the tension drift from her body. Her arms and legs were extended, tied down tight; her pink cunt was splayed wide-open for abuse; but, she was still at peace....

And then she roared, and strained, and quaked, and shook....

Without warning, without sympathy, without mercy, Cindy drove the handle end of the hair brush into Sarah's unaware twat. In a single thrust, the ridged, black length was buried to its widening base. Sarah was wet, certainly, but that didn't mean that the thrust was easy - or comfortable. But she had no choice; she could only take what my officemate was giving.

Cindy twisted the brush, letting the ridges do their work. Sarah gasped, as she felt the handle plundering her inner depths. Cindy then ran her finger along Sarah's outer pussy lips, wetting it with sweet juice of her arousal. The tiny blonde held her finger under Sarah's nose and said, "Sniff." For a long moment, she held her finger in place while Sarah breathed deeply taking in the scent of her own arousal. Then Cindy pulled the finger away. Sarah moaned her frustration, while trying desperately to fuck back against the hair brush.

"No, that is not for you," Cindy said taking her own hand off of the brush. Her voice was deep and patronizing, like a dog owner talking to an errant mutt. "I am not touching the brush anymore. It feels too good for you. You are not allowed to cum. Instead, it will stay lodged in your cunt – your horny, wet cunt – until I decide to release you."

A soft, pleading gurgle escaped Sarah's lips. She was desperate and horny. Her need was growing, bubbling up from her cunt and spreading in waves all over her body. Sarah's desire for release was the purest form of torture I could think of.

Cindy crawled over top of Sarah and sat down at the head of the bed. Her pussy was lined up perfectly with Sarah's face. Cindy spread her legs and pulled apart the sticky, wet lips of her cunt. Needing no command, Sarah stuck out her tongue.

The touch must have been feather-light, since Sarah could barely reach. That little bit of contact, that tease of the tongue, was enough. Something went off inside of Cindy. Electric sparks flew; chemistry crackled. I didn't realize just how close Cindy was to cumming. She must have been turning this scenario over in her dirty mind, churning it to a heady, erotic froth. She was in control, and that must have jumped her trigger.

A few quick tongue lashes, and Cindy lost her breath. With a few more, she thrust out her hips, so that she could feel Sarah deeper inside of her tasty honeypot. "Oh yeah, right there. Lick that up, you whore. Taste me.... Ohhhhh... I can feel it inside me.... Mmmmmmn, fuck!" Cindy moaned. She scooted and slouched down on the bed, legs spread-eagled. She was now completely wide open and ready. Her drooling cooter butted up against Sarah's face.

Sarah went to work. Her head moved up and down, back and forth in the gentle / frantic sway of cunnilingus. But that wasn't enough....

She wanted to touch Cindy's tight frame, but couldn't. She wanted to feel the muscles ripple under her fingers, to squeeze that taut ass with rough precision, to caress her soft, porcelain skin. Sarah's arms pulled against the scarves binding her to the bed. The thin fabric held tight under the strain. She was trapped; her body could not move. The only connection, the only point of contact Sarah could hold was her tongue. Sarah made due. With the speed of hummingbird wings and the force of an ocean's tide, the soft, pink muscle touched down again and again.

Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. Sarah's tongue massaged Cindy's needy clit. Soon it was too much; an orgasm tore through Cindy's tight, little frame. Quick and powerful, yet ravishingly silent, the raw sensation seized control and would not let go. She was like a leaf, blowing in a chill autumn wind - beautiful, sublime, and totally at the whim of a force much bigger than herself. Cindy's eyelashes fluttered. She turned her head, baring her graceful, alabaster neck. One hand was on the top of Sarah's head, while the other toyed roughly with an alert nipple.

I wanted to pounce, to eat Cindy alive, to stick my cock in whatever hole I came into contact with first, but I decided to restrain myself. My time would come. I knew that this was a private, intimate moment between the two women. Something was being shared. For now, I would just be a spectator.

Sarah withdrew her tongue from Cindy's inflamed pussy. Instead, she lay there panting at the ready, waiting for the next turn of events. Sarah knew she was being punished; she understood that until she was set free, her body was Cindy's. Until that time, she existed for Cindy's pleasure. Any deviance or difficulty would be met with swift and harsh consequences. It didn't matter that Cindy had just cum on Sarah's tongue. For now Cindy was the master, and Sarah had better pay homage.

Cindy gazed up at me through spent eyelids. Her body was aglow with the dwindling embers of orgasm. As she absently tweaked her nipple, a smile crept onto Cindy's face. She licked her lips and said, "Oh my heck; that was good. I needed that. You are so good with your tongue, my dear." She looked down at Sarah and patted her gently on the head. Sarah, her face glistening with pussy juice, beamed back at Cindy.

"But we aren't done with you." Cindy said as she rolled out from underneath Sarah's face. "You were a bad girl, and I know that eating my cunt really wasn't a punishment. You liked that too much." Sarah could only grin. She had been called out. "You need to learn your lesson. Maybe a little bit of pain would do you some good." Cindy punctuated those words by grabbing the hair brush that was still protruding from Sarah's pussy. She pulled it most of the way out and before jabbing it roughly back into Sarah's depths. Sarah couldn't help but moan.

Sarah looked startled. Clearly, she thought the game had been about to end. All would be forgiven. The binds would come off, and she could go back to a normal sex romp. Perhaps then we could fuck in a sweaty pile and watch the video tape together. But now she was awash with concern. Cindy wasn't done. There was an act two, and perhaps even a three and four, to her devious plans.

"But..." Sarah started to say, before the force of the hair brush cut her off. Instead, her voice fell to a gurgling moan as an orgasm began to set in. A river flowed from her cunt and puddle between her legs.

And that is when Cindy – that cruel and devious bitch – stopped.

She stepped away from the hair brush, leaving it buried inside of Sarah's desperate twat, and said, "Well that is that. No cumming for you." Her voice, dripping with Southern charm, was saccharine sweet. Then she looked at me and said, "Can you hand me that candle?"

On the night stand, next to Sarah's bed, were two candles: one red, the other blue. Each was in a glass jar about two inches in diameter. Both had been burning since before I got there (I am guessing that Sarah had lit them right before she left, so that the mood would already be set. For shame, what a fire safety hazard!) Now a pool of liquid wax, about a half inch thick, rested in the candle jar.

"As you wish," I said to the commanding blonde. I grinned as I handed Cindy the red candle.

"Grab the other one too. You need to have some fun as well," Cindy replied grinning back. She seemed to be getting back the strength that her orgasm had drained. The woman was a sexual dynamo; she could cum, cum again, and just set herself up for more.

I picked up the blue candle, feeling the burning heat in my palm.

I could see fear in Sarah's face. She knew where this was going, and was torn over what to do about it. Speaking up might get her out of this situation, but it might also incur Cindy's wrath. Cindy had already shown herself to be an unmerciful and unforgiving mistress. She seemed bound and determined to teach Sarah a lesson. A plea would probably not do any good. In fact, it would more than likely make things worse. Sarah wisely bit her lip and kept silent.

Cindy said, "These two candles are holding a lot of melted wax. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. My bet is that it would really hurt to have this wax poured on my naked skin. But from what I understand, some people find the feeling to be really erotic. I think it's the pain that people like. Some even get addicted to it. There is something about it, pure sensation, you know?"

Cindy brought the candle up to her lips and blew out the flame. She held the jar aloft, about a foot above her head. She aimed and then poured. A thin trickle of wax fell from the lip of the glass jar. The red liquid cascaded down and splashed on the small of Sarah's back.

Sarah yelped and quickly drew in her breath. Her arms strained against the scarves that held her spread-eagled on the bed. Her head whipped around and she glared with angry determination up at Cindy.

"Shit, that hurts!" Sarah spat, eyes on fire.

"Oh, it does?" Cindy asked, before pouring more red wax on Sarah's thighs. Sarah twitched and bucked against the molten pain. Two thin lines of wax traced the backs of her legs. At first the lines were straight and precise, but soon the wax dripped liquid and uncontrolled, giving Cindy's design a more unkempt look.

Cindy set her candle back down on the table. She gestured to me and said, "Your turn. I'd suggest her ass. It is too juicy of a target to be left pristine."

Licking my lips, I nodded in agreement. I held the candle above Sarah's thick, fleshy butt and began to pour.

"Oh fuck, that stings," Sarah gasped. But I noticed a change in her voice. It was deeper somehow, more resonant. I moved the jar around, up in the air, so that I could draw in wax on Sarah's ass. My inner Rembrandt rose to the surface.

I stepped back, looking at the art I had created. I credit the canvas. A big, blue smiley face covered the right cheek of Sarah's butt. It dripped a little bit and dried, leaving a comical, yet naughty, mark.

"Nice," Cindy said. "Why don't you get her back, while I have some fun of a different nature."

So I moved up the bed and began to criss-cross Sarah's back with the hot, candle wax. At first, Sarah moaned in pain. Soon, however, the sounds began to change. While I was pouring, Cindy was back at the hair brush. She was turning it slowly, generating the slightest sensation in Sarah's oversaturated cunt. That slight movement fanned the fires of Sarah's lust.

Together, Cindy and I, combined pleasure and pain. Brush and wax: they were one. These two sensations melted into the same thing, simultaneously, in the forge of Sarah's body. The two feelings were indistinguishable and dualistic sides of the same coin. Pain was pleasure, and pleasure was pain.

Sarah moaned, deep and raspy. An orgasm was coming on, and it promised to be a doozy. She had been holding out for so long, that the need was overwhelming. She writhed and bucked, trying to find the friction that was desperately required.

Cindy asked, her voice low and seductive, "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, please."

"Beg me."

"Oh Cindy, please let me cum... " Sarah pleaded. "I need it so bad. My pussy is on fire... I have to cum."

"Sarah, are you sorry?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, very sorry. Please... let me cum. I am so very sorry."

"Apology accepted," Cindy said before releasing the brush. I wasn't sure if Cindy was ever going to pull it from Sarah's cunt. "But to tell you the truth," Cindy continued, "I am not done yet. I think there is another lesson to be had."

Cindy, crawled onto the bed. She lay flat on top of Sarah, so that her stomach pressed into Sarah's back. Skin pressed against skin; sweat blended together. "Oooooh, that wax is warm. I bet that hurt."

"Fucking right, dude," Sarah responded between deep and ragged breaths. I could hear the want in her voice. The close proximity of Cindy's body only served to further stoke her lust.

Cindy giggled. She spread her thighs; so that her pussy was unobstructed to my lecherous gaze. The sight was stunning; one gorgeous cunt on top of another. Both women were soaking wet with thick, engorged pussy lips. The two women were panting with heat. Cindy and Sarah were ready to be torn apart. They each craved an assault by a thick spear of man-meat. For me, either cunt would do. But my choice was easy. The top hole was wide open; the bottom one was filled with a fucking hair brush.

With a hair flip, Cindy looked back at me. Her eyes were pools of lust and need. She commanded, "Put it in me. I need to be filled. I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure, what about..."

Cindy cut me off, her sweet Southern accent so incongruous, "Fuck me. No questions, just pound me. Do it, fuck me hard! I want you to shove your cock inside my tight, little pussy."

No questions, eh? No worries.

I moved between the two women's legs, my dick dangling at the ready. Such a sight, one woman on top of another; damn, I was a lucky man. I spit on my hand and slid it coolly along my shaft – not that more moisture was really necessary. Things would be plenty wet. Cindy's cunt was a steaming pool, a liquid chasm that was more than properly lubricated. Rather, I wanted to take my time. I felt a need to build the anticipation of the moment. I wanted Cindy to feel her tenuous control of the situation slipping through her fingers. Rational thought needed to be cast aside. I only wanted a raging lust to remain – a lust to which she would be forced to succumb.

I slowly guided my dick between her pussy lips. They easily parted for their eagerly anticipated visitor. I held my cock at the root and slowly moved it around in a circle. Cindy could feel the crown rubbing in a spiral motion against her outer pussy walls. But there it rested, going no further. She only had the faintest whiff, the slightest taste of a fuck. Only my tip was inside her cunt, and it was holding its ground. I smiled. How badly did Cindy – the woman who had been in control all evening – want this? Was she willing to truly give herself up to the fuck?

Cindy looked back at me again, this time wild with unhinged desire, "C'mon, what are you doing? Stop toying with me. Are you gonna stick it in me or what?" I paused grinning. Cindy raged, her eyes flashing thunder and lightning, "You bastard. Fuck me. FUCK ME!!! Pound it! Ohhhhhhhh...."

My cock slid into Cindy's cunt. I could feel her welcoming pussy walls parting as I pushed forward. She was tight, as tight as anyone I could ever remember fucking. She was wet and ready, but I still couldn't bury myself inside of her balls deep. Somehow that wouldn't be right. Yet. Cindy's cunt would require time and patience. My first time with this sexy blonde would only happen once; I intended to enjoy it.

But Cindy wasn't up for a slow and lingering fuck. Quite the contrary, she wanted as much force as I could muster. I guess Cindy's mind games had really lit her up inside. She looked over her shoulder as I teasingly sawed my cock in and out of her hungry hole. Cindy screamed, locking her eyes on mine. Her voice had the intensity of a thousand blazing suns, "Slam my fucking pussy. I need you in my cunt. DO IT. I want her to feel it. I want you to pour all of your fuck into me so Sarah can feel what she doesn't have. She isn't being fucked. She can't cum."

Sadistic bitch, I thought. What a wicked, fucking rub! Cindy demanded to be fucked so that she could screw even more with Sarah?! How deliciously evil and naughty! I chuckled, trying to remember not to mess with the Southern belle bucking on the end of my cock.

Cindy was really playing this ornery, pissed off, wronged woman role to the hilt. But there was more. She seemed to be going beyond the role, until she was consumed by it. The scenario had gone way past getting revenge. Now Cindy was mining it for an explosive and unexpected pleasure. Shortly, those awakened desires would consume her. Until then, we would keep on fucking.

Hands on her hips, I thrust my cock again. More than half of my shaft was inside of her cunt, but still I was taking my time. I wasn't quite ready to open the dam. This pussy was too good, too tight to be squandered like that. Sure, I would crack her open, but that would come in time. For now it would be long, steady, and deep.

"Are you gonna fuckin' fuck me?" Cindy had lost control. Her voice was a bitchy plea, a wail, a whine. I plunged in again, this time a little deeper. The joining of cock and cunt made a wet, squishy sound. Time for a little more torment - I held the position, feeling the sensuality of her need. "Ohhh that is good, but I need it harder. Fill my cunt! I want my body to shake on your cock. Slam it. Give me that cock!!!"

A grunt and a thrust, and this time I was three quarters of the way inside. This sweet Southern Belle was speared on my cock. I looked down at those sweet ass cheeks, framing my dick so beautifully. They were so round and tight, I couldn't help but smacking one.

Cindy squealed in delight, "Fuckin', that's right. Smack that ass while you pound me." I pushed in again, this time with much more force. Cindy moaned beneath me. She reached her arms beneath her and grabbed Sarah's boobs. She held them firmly in her hands, and tweaked the nipples between her fingers.

Sarah moaned gently, "My tits, my tits, so good..." as she was groped. The sensation must have felt good, but it was not enough to put her over the top.

Sarah was in a sex drenched Hell. A hairbrush was in her pussy, the pungent taste of cunt lingered on her lips, and two people were fucking directly on top of her. Her skin was sticky with sweat and sex juices. No matter what she did she couldn't get away from the torment. She was bound to the bed, tied down for her own sexual deviancies and proclivities. Sarah ached for a touch, a lick, or even a strong burst of air – but alas, sweet relief was not in the cards. All she could do was take it in, wallow in the pure sex, and hope that soon it would be her turn to get off.