Free Night Beach by Trent Evans Page B

making Erica want to drop
straight into the Earth.
    She looked up into Sir’s eyes, searching their depths, the
metallic scent of his cum strong in her nostrils. “Rub it in, Erica. I want to
see it all over.”
    Reluctantly, she spread his semen over the slopes of her
breasts. He helped her, his fingers massaging it into her nipples, smoothing
the viscous fluid over her wide areolas.
    “There, much better,” he said, grinning. “Now, time for you
to give Kathryn a little relief don’t you think?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She turned to Mistress, glad to have sensation back in her
lips, but knowing that was soon to change. Erica froze, seeing what Mistress
held in her outstretched palm.
    “I think we need something else for those nipples of
yours.”
    “Mistress, please .”
    “No?” She slapped Erica’s breast sending it swinging. She
felt the shaming blush warm her cheeks. Kathryn’s viper-quick hand struck the
other breast, making it sway as well, Erica gasping at the pain. “What have we
talked about, slut?”
    “I—I don’t know.”
    A bright series of flashes, like strobe lights, lit up the
night behind Erica, the glare lending an unsettling starkness to the pretty
contours of her Mistress’ face. Her eyes looked as cold as the night winds
Erica could feel even under the shelter of the blanket. “Try again. Think .”
    The pressure of such a question had her near panic. She
didn’t want to disappoint her demanding Mistress, but the fact was that they’d
talked about many things. Where was she going with this?
    Blaine ’s hand whispered
a caress over Erica’s cheek. “Concentrate, girl. This isn’t a trick question.”
    “It might as well be, Blaine.” Mistress lifted her chin,
her lips down turned. “She doesn’t pay any attention. Show her a penis, and her
brain apparently shuts down.”
    “Kathryn, I don’t know about—”
    “It’s true. All the girl can think about is bouncing her
cunt on that big cock of yours.”
    Blaine stiffened, his
voice lowering. “Kathryn, that’s enough .”
    For the first time, Erica saw uncertainty in her Mistress’
eyes — or perhaps it was just the crazy play of light and shadow created by the
strobe-light fireworks.
    Kathryn shook her head, a rueful smile curving her lips.
“Maybe, I’m overreacting Blaine. I just want so much for her. I expect the
best.”
    “I know you do. Just help her. She’ll get there.” He turned
his gaze on Erica, a hardness back in his eyes. “You need to pay more
attention. If this is going to work, you need to learn to obey, and more than
that, anticipate. ”
    Going to work? There it was again. Were they considering
it? She dared not let the possibility steal its way into her heart. The thought
had her pulse pounding, her pussy lubricating anew. Perhaps it was possible to
live one’s dream after all?
    “Now, where were we?” Kathryn leaned down, seizing one of
Erica’s hard nipples between pinching fingers. Erica hissed, the pitch of her
voice sliding upward, as the clamp pinched fully down. Her Mistress had placed
the device at the base of the nipple, the pinch morphing quickly into a deep,
sharp ache that seemed to spear through the center of her breast. Tears
instantly sprang to her eyes at the overwhelming pain.
    “Ah God! I don’t …” Erica shook her head as her Mistress
flicked the heavy clamp with a finger. “That looks to be on alright. I’ll bet
that hurts!”
    Erica couldn’t help but nod vigorously at the statement;
despite the fact her Mistress appeared to be ignoring her. The look in her
cruel Mistress’ eye told Erica that she was seeing her as nothing more than a
pair of breasts to be hurt.
    The thought sent a surge of moisture between the lips of
her lonely pussy.
    “Now,” Kathryn said, leaning back, her fingers easing aside
the gusset of her panties to expose a smooth, glistening sex. “It’s my turn. If
you don’t make me come before the show starts, I’m going to cane your ass when
we