Punish Him

Punish Him
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Elizabeth and Alice have just discovered the security guard in their building has been using hidden cameras to secretly record women showering, undressing, fucking ...
They lure him into Alice's apartment, handcuff him and then things get out of control ...
Another hot erotica short story from Emily Cantore featuring threesomes, strap-on fucking, video cameras, bondage, whipping, melting candle wax and two girls teaching a security guard a lesson he won't soon forget. 5500+ words.
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EXCERPT:
Alice shuffled up to the head of the bed and flipped her leg over his head, ripping the duct tape from his mouth and forcing her pulsating, wet pussy lips down before he could speak. She ordered him to eat, and he gladly started to lap away around her labia with his tongue, licking up her juices as they seeped out over his lips. I gripped his cock in my fingers and propped it up as I hovered over it, rubbing the head around my pussy and coating it in my juices before plunging it deep inside me. I gasped with delight as his incredible girth penetrated my hole, splitting my labia wide open and pushing out the walls of my vagina. I began to rock back and forth on it for a minute or two, completely forgetting our mission. Alice, too, was enjoying the firm pressure of his tongue as it massaged her clitoris. She had her eyes closed and her hands on her ass cheeks, holding them open as his nose nudged against her ass hole. I coughed to wake her from her state of sexual bliss, and nodded at the flogging whip in her hand. It was a leather bound handle with a series of knotted strands spewing from the tip. Each one had a knot on the end, designed to cause as much pain as possible when used to strike the submissive’s skin. She held it high above her head, and then brought it crashing down over his chest.
The impact sent flakes of dry wax flying off the side of the bed while his body tensed up. Once again he tried to wriggle free, but with his arms and legs bound and the two of us straddling his body, his resistance was futile. Alice pressed her ass down harder on his face, and he continued to lick despite the intense pain burning through his veins. In fact, he did everything we told him, like a good boy. As I rode on his cock more and more intensely, I started to lash the rider’s crop over his stomach, hitting him in tandem with Alice’s whip. After a while he became so numb to the pain - with massive red marks forming over his skin - that we had to step it up a notch. Our thrashings became even harder, and his screams, though muffled by her vagina, grew louder. She turned around, giving his tongue better access to her clitoris, and he instantly started to lick it, circling around and flicking it from side to side. I whipped him again, and then cheekily smacked the crop over Alice’s ass cheek, sending a ripple of her soft flesh over her ass. She turned and shot me a look as if to say “I’ll get you for that!”, but she was distracted by the intense pleasure of his tongue as it slid around her clit.