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| The Neighbor's Kid: |
| BDSM Stories |
| 2010-02-15 |
Connie didn't know why the sight of her teenage neighbour suntanning
turned her on so much. But she was determined to have her as her own, to
own her, to use her and make her a sexual toy for her pleasure. No
matter what her husband and daughter thought.
Ashley sat naked at her heels as Connie sat on the couch and reviewed
the film. The blonde girl blushed several times when her or Beacon's
movements brought her fat breasts or juicy pussy into view of the
camera, but didn't say anything as Connie watched the tape intently.
"You did very nice," Connie said. "You'd almost think from looking at
this that you were some kind of innocent schoolgirl."
Ashley flushed with pleasure at the praise, and straightened her back a
little against the side of the couch.
"You know, Ashley, you're very photogenic," Connie noted," and it's not
just those big tits of yours either. Maybe you should get into movies."
She stroked the blonde's head and Ashley quivered with suppressed pleasure.
Connie nonchalantly slipped a hand down onto one of Ashley's fat breasts
and cupped it, squeezing casually. She rolled the nipple between her
fingers as Ashley sighed in pleasure.
"Yes sir," she mused, "there's a lot of ways to make money out of a
sweet little body like yours."
She pulled back on Ashley's hair. "Come lay across my lap," she ordered.
"Can you tie my hands up first?" the girl asked shyly.
Connie smiled and nodded. She found some soft cord, and Ashley eagerly
turned her back and crossed her wrists together. Connie carefully
wrapped the cord around them again and again, tying it firmly but not
too tight.
Ashley turned and climbed up onto the couch, draping herself belly down
across Connie's lap. Connie continued to watch the video tape as she
stroked the girl's softly rounded buttocks, now and then sliding her
hand up and down between them and over the soft, pulpy little pussy mound.
She stroked the girl's buttocks with one hand, kneading and squeezing
the silky flesh, while the other hand began rubbing over the little
blonde's pussy slit, fingering her clitty. Ashley mewled and arched her
back in response, resting her head on her hands as she rubbed her chest
from side to side, grinding her sensitive nipples against the seat of
the couch.
Connie slid her hand deep between the young blonde's thighs, her thumb
running up between her straining buttocks while her index finger rubbed
along her slit. She slid her hand back and forth as her other hand dug
deeply into Ashley's soft flesh, squeezing tightly.
"Pretty little ass," Connie sighed. "You have such a pretty little ass,
Ashley. Don't you?"
She brought her hand up and then slapped it down against the teenager's
bottom. Ashley yelped and jerked against her.
"Don't you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson," Ashley gulped, not knowing what else to say.
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson," Connie mimicked. "Snotty little slut."
She slapped her hand down again, this time much harder, leaving a red
palm print across the twin cheeks. Again, Ashley yelped and jerked, but
made no effort to pull away.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you, Ashley?" Connie breathed.
Again she slapped her hand down on the pretty round ass flesh, her hand
making a loud - Crack! Ashley's bottom jiggled and turned red after each
hard blow. Connie was fascinated by it. She continued to finger Ashley's
pussy as she slapped her hand down against her buttocks.
She slapped harder, turning Ashley's bottom a dark red. She slid a
finger into the tight slit, pumping it in and slowly, wriggling it
around inside the girl's pussy box. She stopped, breathing hard, then
jerked the girl over onto her back.
She was sitting at the end of the couch and she had Ashley sit up with
her legs across Connie's lap and her left arm around the girl's waist.
She fingered the girl's slit with her right hand, then gripped her hair
with her left and jerked her head back.
She growled low in her throat then jammed her mouth against Ashley's
exposed throat, biting and sucking passionately. Her right hand squeezed
and twisted the blonde's big breasts as Ashley quivered helplessly, her
throat aching as the growling woman bit and chewed on it.
Then Connie pulled her mouth away, breathing heavily. "Nasty little
slut," she said.
Ashley’s eyes lit up.
"Get on your knees, you little whore!" Connie growled.
Ashley tumbled off and knelt obediently.
"Spread your legs, slut," Connie ordered. "I want to see that naked
little cunt of yours."
Ashley visibly shuddered as she obeyed.
"Back straight. Push those fat tits out!"
She spread her legs and stood over the girl, then roughly gripped her
hair, filling her fist with it, and yanking the girl’s mouth into her pussy.
"Lick!" she barked.
Ashley moaned and began to lick, her tongue slipping wildly up and down
her pussy slit, her lips searching for her clitoris as the two women
felt waves of sexual heat rolling through them.
It took very little time for Connie to come. Then she forced Ashley
down, keeping her bottom high, and used the strap-on to roughly ride
her, pounding it up and down the trembling, moaning young girl’s sex
until she too came wildly.
She stared at the girl as she lay on the floor on her side, her chest
heaving, then rolled her onto her belly and untied her wrists. Ashley
looked unhappy but didn’t protest.
"Play with yourself," Connie said. Ashley looked up at her dazedly.
"You know how to do it. I want to see you masturbate."
Ashley looked embarrassed, but then hesitantly brought her hand down
between her legs. Again she hesitated, her eyes looking up at Connie's
face, then she began to finger her pussy.
Connie watched intently, stroking the girl's hair as the little blonde
spread her legs and lay back against the side of the couch. Her left
hand started stroking her breast as her right slid up and down her slit
and rubbed over her clitty.
Connie watched in fascination as the young woman rubbed harder and
harder. Her hips began to grind down against Connie's lap and her chest
began to heave as her eyes fluttered. Little moans and sighs escaped the
girl's lips as she began to pump her finger in her sex tube. She rolled
her thumb back and forth across her clitty as she panted and moaned louder.
Connie's hand raised Ashley's head as she bent over and crushed her lips
against the blonde girl's. Their tongues slithered together as their
lips caressed each other. Ashley's hands continued to rub at her pussy
and squeeze her breasts until Connie suddenly pulled them away, shoving
Ashley off her and getting up.
"Wait here," she ordered, running up the stairs.
She came back with the video recorder and a tripod. She set it up in
front of the couch and pointed the lens at Ashley, then tossed the girl
the big dildo.
"Use this and fuck yourself," she said, turning on the camera. Ashley
reddened, freezing up for a long second, then, as though in a trance,
she lay back against the corner of the couch and brought the tip of the
dildo down against her slit.
She rubbed the head up and down her slit as she fingered her nipples.
Then she slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy. Her eyes eased closed
as she twisted the dildo and drove more and more of it into her body.
She arched her back, stroking her breasts as she started to pump the
dildo in and out of her pussy.
Connie couldn't tell whether she was vamping for the camera or was
really hot. In either case she began rolling and rocking on the couch,
churning the dildo in her pussy with furious motions of her wrist as she
mauled her breasts. All the while she moaned and groaned and sighed and
grunted, her jaw slack and eyes half closed.
She brought her legs way back and used both hands on the dildo as she
jammed it up and down her sex-tube. Her eyes were glassy as she blinked
at the camera from between her legs. Then she came, her body rocking and
jerking and shaking on the couch as she grunted repeatedly and pounded
the dildo into her slit.
After that, Ashley danced lewdly for the camera, then posed just as
lewdly, giggling occasionally.
One tape she had messengered to Beacon's house, along with a note
demanding fifty thousand dollars to keep it quiet. She figured from what
he made he could afford it. Of course, he'd probably have to take out a
second mortgage on his house to do it, or use his life's savings, but
he'd get the money.
The second tape was a copy of the first, along with Ashley's
masturbation scene, and a shot of her with her wrists tied behind her
back looking so sweet and helpless. She went to an old friend who used
to make dirty movies, getting a name off him.
She spent a half hour with the man he mentioned, viewing the tape and
negotiating prices. Ashley had a fantastic body, and a little makeup
could make her seem even more beautiful than she was. But there were a
lot of beautiful girls out there making porn movies.
"If you want any real money from her you need to specialize," the man said.
"In what?"
He grinned and rewound the tape to the scene with Ashley’s wrists bound.
"There’s money in underground videos," he said. "Bondage is a hot
seller, but the law is bullshit. All we can do legally is these plastic,
phony bdsm scenes that almost nobody likes. We can’t even show
penetration when someone’s wrists are tied. There’s some decent amateur
stuff out there, but not much of it has a little hotty like this. Do
some bondage shots of her, pictures and video, and we can deal."
Connie nodded, and then left. She picked up a few more sex toys on her
way home. Her pussy ached as she anticipated using them on the
voluptuous little blonde teen.
"I bought some presents for you, little slut," she said.
Ashley’s eyes lit up.
She brought out a pair of leather restraints, and Ashley looked at them
excitedly.
"Hold out your hands, slut," Connie said teasingly.
Ashley immediately obeyed, and Connie carefully strapped and buckled the
soft leather around her slim wrists. She drew out another pair and
Ashley giggled excitedly, then sat back and held up her feet. Connie
buckled the restraints around them too.
"And this," she said, holding up a studded leather collar.
"Cool!"
Ashley sat up and her eyes were wide and bright as Connie fit the collar
around her throat.
"Nasty little slut," she said.
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson," Ashley said excitedly.
"Walk around in them. Wait." She got the video camera and Ashley stood
up, walking around the room in her new leather restraints.
"Get on your knees, slut."
Ashley knelt, spreading her legs wide and drawing her hands coyly back
behind her.
"Say you’re a bad girl."
"I’m a bad girl," Ashley said in a low drawl.
"I think you need to be punished then, don’t you?
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson."
"Call me Mistress."
Ashley’s eyes widened. "Yes, Mistress," she said, her voice trembling a
little.
"I’m going to punish you, Ashley."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Let’s go downstairs."
She led the girl into the large basement, into a cleared area. There she
set down the bag and also the camera.
"Go back upstairs and get the tripod," she said in irritation.
While Ashley obeyed, she quickly stripped and drew on the leather outfit
she had purchased for herself. It consisted of a leather mini, high
leather boots with stiletto heels, a leather bustier which hid nothing
of her breasts, but rather, pushed them up and out together, and a
leather mask to completely hide her identity.
When Ashley came back she almost dropped the tripod, and moaned, her
eyes wide, as her hand went to her pussy.
"No playing with yourself, slut. Get that over here and set it up."
Connie took out the long black rope she had bought and fed it through a
ring set into the ceiling beam overhead. The ring had been for a
punching bag back when Peter was going to stay in shape. That hadn’t
lasted very long, but the ring was still there, and still strong and solid.
Ashley set up the camera on the tripod as Connie played out the rope.
Connie then drew the girl beneath the rope and started the camera,
checking it carefully to ensure she got all of the girl in it, and then
some. Then took a long leather bag out and unfolded it.
"Arms behind your back, slut," she barked.
"Yes, Mistress!" Ashley said happily.
The bag was a sleeve, and it easily slid up over the girl’s arms all the
way to the shoulders. Then Connie slowly tightened the laces, drawing
the girl’s arms back farther and farther together until she began to
groan and gasp, and her breathing grew harsher.
With the laces tight Connie forced the girl’s ankles wide apart, then
attached an adjustable spreader bar on its widest setting to her ankle
restraints. That done she reached for her hands, which were encased in
the tight sleeve, and lifted them up.
Ashley gasped, forced to bend over farther and farther. Connie forced
her hands straight up above her, then tied the rope to the small ring at
the end of the sleeve, and pulled it up to hold her arms in place. She
then tied the rope around a nearby post.
"Very nice," she said.
She moved behind the video camera and played it over the girl’s body,
catching her flushed face as she raised it and peered through her
tangled blonde hair.
She moved back into the scene, feeling kinky and wicked and wild,
knowing people would be able to see her when she sold the tape, even if
they didn’t know who she was.
She took out a pair of small clamps and knelt before the bent over girl.
She reached up and fingered one swollen nipple, then let the clamp snap
down on it.
"Oww!" Ashley cried. "Oww! Oww! Oww! It hurts! Oww!"
Connie loved her cries. She had spent some time looking at what passed
for bondage videos, and the phony, fake cries of pain from the actresses
had been pathetic. No wonder people would pay for the real thing.
She let Ashley tremble and shake, waiting for her to adjust to the pain,
then snapped another clamp on the other nipple. Again she cried out,
twisting and wriggling and moaning as her nipple burned.
"H-Hurts!" she gasped.
"Wait till you feel the next one slut."
She kneaded the girl’s hanging breasts, digging her gloved fingers into
the soft flesh, then moved away, drawing the camera around to the rear
and getting some good shots there. She shifted the camera to one side
and zoomed in, then moved behind Ashley and slowly worked a fat black
dildo down into her anus. She left a small bit protruding, tied a cord
around the base, then fed it up along her spine between her arms. She
gathered the blonde’s hair back into a tail and slowly forced her head
up and back, then tied the cord around her hair.
"Oww! Ohh! Ohh!" Ashley moaned.
Next, she moved back behind her and turned on a vibrator, thrusting it
slowly into Ashley’s pussy, all-but burying it there as her thumb
flicked up and down across her hot clitoris.
"Oh yes! Oh God! Oh! Oh yes! Harder!" Ashley gasped.
Connie bent and snapped the last clamp over Ashley’s clit.
Ashley howled and jerked and trembled violently as Connie hurried back
to the camera, moving it around and around, zooming in and out to get
the girl’s writhing and twisting, focussing in on her pain filled face
as she gasped and moaned and begged for the clamp to be removed.
I need someone to work the damn camera, Connie thought unhappily.
She attached a pair of light chains to the girl’s nipple clamps, then
worked them down under the spreader bar between her ankles, then back up
to the clamp biting into her clitoris, tugging a little to make the girl
squeal, then fastening them in place.
Again she adjusted the camera, then moved in front of Ashley. The blonde
girl was still gasping and moaning, but the pain had apparently eased.
Connie drew her short skirt up to reveal her pussy and then pushed it
into the girl’s face.
"Lick me, slave," she growled in a dramatic voice.
Ashley began to lick at once, though she continued to moan and groan and
whimper in pain.
Maybe a remote control, Connie thought, and a TV set so I can see what
the camera is seeing. Yeah. I’ll be able to zoom in and out too. Maybe
even get a remote for the tripod so I can turn the camera from here.
Soon she forgot about such things as the girl’s lapping tongue and the
bizarre, seductiveness of the bondage tableau aroused her to the point
nothing else but her own pleasure mattered. She came violently, making
no attempt to hide her orgasm, crying out wildly as she rammed her sex
into Ashley’s mouth.
"Such a talented slut," she groaned.
She moved back and shifted the camera again. "But still a bad, bad girl."
She drew out the long, thin crop she’d purchased and slashed it across
Ashley’s bottom. The girl yelped in pain, unable to turn her head
because of her bound hair, eyes bulging.
"Are you a naughty girl, slut?" she demanded.
"I-I - I am a naughty girl!" Ashley cried.
The crop slashed across her buttocks a second time, and again Ashley
yelped in pain.
"Do you need to be punished?"
"Y-Yes, Mistress!" Ashley gasped in a choked voice.
Another blow cut across her bottom, and she cried out, jerking in her
bonds, her nipples and clit pulled as her body tried to straighten.
"Oh God! Oh it hurts!" she moaned.
Another blow sliced into her plump bottom, and another, and another,
leaving long red lines of glowing pain.
"Please, mistress! Please!" she moaned.
Another blow and another and another followed, but as her moans became
sobs Connie relented.
"Are you sorry for being such a filthy little slut, Ashley?"
"Y-Yes, M-Mistress!" Ashley sobbed.
"Then I’ll reward you."
She drew out the strap-on dildo and pulled it up her hips, then pulled
the vibrator from the girl’s sex and thrust the dildo home. She began to
ride Ashley hard, reaching under and rubbing the tip of the vibrator
against the girl’s clit as she pumped into her.
The orgasm was satisfyingly loud, though Ashley nearly pulled her arms
out of their sockets as she thrashed and shook.
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From the book: The Neighbours' Kid, by Argus
Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. They are available at
http://www.ebookblue.com and http://www.bdsmbooks.com |
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