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Our New Toy
Part 03
Patsy's recital of her bathroom experiences left me with my cock even harder
than it had been most of the afternoon. I made no attempt to hide it when I
reached down to adjust my crotch to give it a little more room. Patsy
blushed and looked away.
As we walked from the restaurant with Patsy between us Nancy and I both
lifted our side of Patsy's skirt and kneaded her butt. We walked slowly, at
a leisurely pace, making sure everyone got a good look at Patsy's tight ass,
across the parking lot to an adult 'novelty' store.
Patsy was in a quandary, trying not to look at anything around her.
Everywhere she looked were pictures of nude women and naked men with hard
cocks. We walked Patsy over to a display case and selected three vibrating
rubber cocks of different sizes and one cute little butt plug that would fit
nicely into her virgin ass. The last item I picked out was a 'butterfly'
vibrator. The clerk inserted batteries for me, then I turned to Patsy.
"Lift your skirt." I ordered. She stared at me then, after looking at the
other people in the store, began to shake her head 'no'.
"Please," she begged in a low voice. "I can't do that." I gave her a stern
look.
"Lift your skirt right now or you will be very sorry." I said with a snarl.
She hesitated for only a moment more before grabbing the bottom of her skirt
and lifting it about an inch.
"All the way up." I heard Patsy moan miserably then lift the skirt as high
as it would go leaving herself naked, and exposed for all to see from the
waist down. I knelt down on one knee and pushed the butterfly vibrator
snuggly against her cunt and clitoris. Nancy reached around Patsy and
grabbing the straps fastened them behind Patsy's back. I pushed the third
strap between Patsy's legs and Nancy fastened it to the other two. I made
sure it was secure against Patsy, then flipped the little black switch.
With a soft hum the butterfly began to vibrate against Patsy's cunt lips and
clit. The look on Patsy's face was priceless.
"Oh god." She said softly.
"You can let go of your skirt now." Patsy was staring down at the vibrating
plastic butterfly on her crotch totally oblivious to the world around her.
"What?" she finally said looking up at me.
"I said, you can drop your skirt now. Unless, of course you really enjoy
showing your cunt to everybody in the store." Patsy dropped her skirt and
blushed. I walked Patsy down a display of bondage magazine, leaving Nancy
talking to the clerk. I watched Patsy trying not to look at the magazine
covers, and trying not to look like she was not looking at them at the same
time. I picked up one and handed it to Patsy.
"Look at that." On the cover was an extremely explicit picture of a woman
bent over, tied up and about to get and enormous hard cock shoved into her
gapping wet cunt. The picture almost turned red form the reflected glow of
Patsy's blush. Patsy's body was beginning to tremble, and her breathing was
becoming shallow. It was apparent that her little crotch buzzer was about
to make her cum. A couple standing near us looked over questioningly.
"I think they want to know where the buzzing is coming from." I told Patsy.
"Show them." She looked at me pleadingly, but responded to my stern look
and lifted her skirt. Both the man and the woman leaned over and, with
their noses only inches from Patsy's crotch, examined her new vibrator.
Patsy couldn't look down at the floor without looking at the two strangers
examining her buzzing crotch. She couldn't look to either side without
looking at pictures of restrained women being fucked in every imaginable
position, and she could not look at me without seeing my enjoyment of her
situation.
"That is a clever little device." The man said looking up at me. "Did you
buy that here?"
"They have them up at the counter, with the dildoes and butt plugs." I
responded. Then I spoke to Patsy. "Tell the nice couple how good it
feels." Still bent over looking at her crotch, they booth looked up into
Patsy's face and waited for her to speak. Patsy looked back and forth from
me to the couple examining her crotch several times, the flustered look on
her face was priceless.
"It.." she started, "it feels."
"I have a better idea." I announced, Patsy sighed with relieve. "Why don't
you just watch while she has an orgasm? I think that would give you a good
idea what it feels like."
"No, please." Patsy begged, but it was already to late. Patsy's body began
to jerk rhythmically as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms moved through
her.
"Ooh yea, look at her cum." The lady examining her crotch said standing up
to watch Patsy's blushing, orgasming face. "We have got to get one of
those." She said turning to her husband. Patsy dropped her skirt and
reached out with both hands to hold onto the magazine rack as her knees
began to weaken.
A rhythmic 'Unnggaaadd, unnggaaadd, unnggaadd' could be heard coming from
Patsy's open mouth as her body jerked banging the magazine rack against the
wall. By this time everyone in the store had stopped what they were doing
and gathered around to witness Patsy's first public orgasm, her 'cuming out'
so to speak. Patsy's whole tensed, I could actually see the metal bars on
the magazine rack bend as she gripped them. The rhythmic pounding stopped
as Patsy's body writhed and twisted in slow motion, her mouth still open,
but no sound coming out.
"Oh God Fuck Me." She finally screamed at the top of her lungs. Then with
her arms over her head and her hands still clamped to the magazine rack, she
collapsed onto her knees and began to cry. The lady who had been examining
Patsy's crotch helped me get her hands loose from the magazine rack and pull
her up onto her feet. Patsy stared down at the floor refusing to look up.
"Now, now." The woman said, putting her arm around Patsy's shoulder. "Don't
be ashamed, that looked like a wonderful orgasm." This only caused more
tears to flow from Patsy.
"You'll have to forgive her." I said, putting my own arm around Patsy's
shoulder. "She's still a virgin and that was her first public sex display."
Of course this announcement only added to Patsy's humiliation. I walked her
away from the other people and stepped her through the swinging door into
one of the viewing booths in the corner of the room.
We both sat down on the bench at the back of the booth, and I wiped the
tears from her cheeks. I was a bit dazed myself, I had never seen Patsy cum
before and was not prepared how physical she became. Through all of this I
was still holding onto the bondage magazine. I began to flip through the
pages. After a few minutes I noticed that the tears had slowed down, and
that Patsy was looking at the pictures with me.
I stopped turning pages when I came to a picture of a woman tied and being
fucked by one man while several others waited with hard cocks for their
turns. I heard Patsy catch her breath when she saw the picture.
"You really do want to be tied up and fucked, don't you?" I asked Patsy.
"Tell me the truth." I ordered, as I opened her still unbuttoned blouse and
gently caressed her nipple.
"Yes." Her answer was so faint I could barely hear it even though she was
sitting right next to me.
"That's what you think about when you finger yourself, isn't it?"
"Yes." Again her answer was almost drowned out by the buzzing still coming
from her crotch.
"How often do you finger yourself?" I asked still rubbing her hard nipple
with my fingers. "Every night?"
"Yes." She answered, then quickly changed it to "Yes Master."
"Do you scream like that when you fuck yourself at night?" I leaned over
and took her hard nipple into my mouth.
"No Master," she hesitated then continued. "I've never cum like that
before."
"That was better than anything you've ever experienced before, wasn't it?" I
asked after letting her hard nipple slip from my mouth.
"Oh yes Master. It.. it was..."
"Go ahead." I encouraged her. I could tell she was getting near another
orgasm.
"It was so intense that it scared me Master." I reached under her skirt and
turned off the vibrator. Patsy looked at me with a confusing combination of
relief and disappointment.
"We don't want you cuming again quit yet." I told her as I stood up and
pulled her to her feet facing me. "This-" I said reaching under her skirt
and cupping her cunt with my hand. "-belongs to me."
"Ye..yes..ma..Master." she stammered with her eyes downcast.
"You do know that I am going to be the first one to fuck you, don't you?" I
asked still cupping her crotch with my hand.
"Yes Master." She answered breathlessly. I released her crotch and after
turning her around pulled her back against me so my hard cock nestled into
the crack of her ass.
"Do you know what this place is called?" I asked indicating the booth we
were in. Patsy looked around observing the TV screen and the shelf with the
box of facial tissues.
"No." She admitted.
"The slang term for this place is a 'jerkoff booth'." I could see her face
reddening once again. "People, mostly men, but some women also. Pay to
watch a fuck film on the TV while they masturbate." I turned her towards
the wall separating this booth from the other one.
"Do you know what that is?" I asked her pointing to a whole in the
partition. She shook her head 'no'. "That-" I informed her holding her
tight against me with both arms wrapped around her waist. "-is called a
'glory hole'." I turned her to face me once again and pulled her close so
her breasts were pressing against my chest and my hard cock pressed against
her cunt.
"Someday-" I slid my hands down and under her skirt then caressed her
bottom. "-not today, but someday, I'm going to bring you back and leave you
in this booth. When I do you will suck every cock that is put through that
whole. You will continue to do so until I come back and get you." I
watched the conflicting emotions play across Patsy's face. Everything she
had been taught by society, by her church, by her parents and in school told
her that what we were doing to her and what we were 'forcing' her to do was
wrong. Her body, on the other hand, was screaming yes, yes, yes. I gave
her butt a firm squeeze.
"I just thought I'd give you something to look forward to." I turned and
pulled her after me out of the booth, through the store and up to where
Nancy was waiting for us at the front counter.
"Come on." I said as we took up our now customary positions on each side of
Patsy. "We have a movie to go to." Even though the butterfly was turned
off and no longer vibrating against Patsy's over stimulated cunt each step
moved it ever so slightly against her clitoris, keeping her on the edge of
another orgasm.
We walked down the street to a small art theater owned by a friend of ours.
Once we were settled in our seats next to the isle, Patsy between us, the
lights went down and the projector started. Nancy and I each pulled one of
Patsy's legs up and over our own leg nearest her, forcing Patsy to scoot her
but near the front edge of the seat and opening her completely. Nancy
pulled Patsy's blouse open exposing her breasts. Our toy was now,
essentially, nude.
As the opening credits ran I turned on the butterfly vibrator, then Nancy
and I each turned as far toward Patsy as we could in the theater seats.
Patsy was there to watch the movie, we were there to watch Patsy and to
control her level of excitement. With the vibrator running we each gently
caressed the insides of her thighs.
From the opening scene of the uncut, un-rated version of "the Story of O"
Patsy was totally captivated. I'm sure the scenes of O's subjugation
matched Patsy's secret fantasies like nothing ever had before. As we ran
our hands over her thighs, and occasionally up to her breasts we watched her
closely. Whenever Nancy determined that Patsy was close to another orgasm
she would switch off the butterfly vibrator and we would stop our caresses.
"Be still." I would whisper to her if she tried to stimulate herself my
moving her hips. When her excitement had backed off we would turn the
vibrator back on and continue our caresses.
"Oh please, please." She would whimper and beg when we turned off the
vibrator and made her sit still. Timing was everything, a couple of times I
thought Nancy was letting her get a little to close to cuming, but I needn't
have worried. Nancy played Patsy like a virtuosos playing a musical
instrument.
Just as the movie ended, and the lights were going up, Nancy turned on the
vibrator for one last time. The twenty other people in the theater filed
past our seats just as Patsy's body began to tremble and spasm with another
mind-bending orgasm. Nancy and I, each holding a leg and an arm kept Patsy
open and exposed for the viewing pleasure of the departing audience.
Patsy came and cried at the same time. With one breath she begged us to let
her cover up, with the next she begged us to make it go on forever. When
the theater was empty Nancy turned off the vibrator, then she unhooked the
straps and removed it from Patsy's crotch. We released our holds on Patsy's
legs and helped her to her feet.
She walked between us in a daze as we headed back to the car. I think if we
had turned loose of her she would have fallen over. I'm sure that the
thought that was spinning around in her head was 'I'm not alone, there are
others like me'.
We drove in silence back to our apartment. Patsy assumed the right position
in the car without being told. She lifted her butt and pulled her skirt up
to her waist, then after tucking her hands behind her back she spread her
legs as far as she could setting between Nancy and myself.
When we got to the apartment parking lot she walked between us making no
attempt to close her blouse as we walked past the pool. Once we were inside
the entrance hall of our apartment I pointed to a hook that had been
installed on the wall beside the door.
"Remove you clothes and hang them their." I told Patsy. "Then come into the
living room." Nancy and I left Patsy in the hallway and went into the
living room. When Nancy, naked as instructed, came into the room we were
each sitting in our favorite chairs. Nancy stood in front of us, not sure
what to do.
"From now on,-" I instructed Patsy. "-Whenever you come into our apartment
you will take off all of your cloths at the front door and leave them on
that hook." I paused to make sure she understood.
"Yes Master." Patsy answered softly looking down at the floor.
"Then you will present yourself to us just like you are now, except you must
put your hands behind your head with your elbows out to the side." I paused
until Patsy complied. "And spread your feet a little further." Again I
paused. "That's better." I finished after she spread her feet. "You will
stand in that position whenever one of us has not instructed you to do
anything else."
"Yes Master." Patsy's entire body seemed to be turning red with a
combination of embarrassment and desire.
"Come over here." I ordered. Patsy took a couple of steps toward me, then
stopped just out of my reach.
"Right here, right now.'" I ordered sternly pointing to a spot on the floor
between my legs. Patsy moved to the spot indicating and stood between my
spread legs. "Any more half-hearted disobediences like that and you will be
punished."
"Yes Master." Patsy didn't know where to look, she couldn't avoid me by
looking at the floor because I was right in front of her, my head level with
her breasts. I slowly ran my fingers through her pubic hair.
"I think we better shave her tomorrow." I said to Nancy.
"I think so too." Nancy replied with a smile.
"Oh, please, Master, Mistress." Patsy began in a rising panic. "What if my
mother saw, what would I tell her."
"Come over here." Nancy ordered. Patsy walked over and stood in front of
Nancy. Nancy ran her fingers through Patsy Pubic hair. "Does your mother
make a habit of inspecting your pussy?" Nancy asked.
"N..no Mistress." Patsy stammered. "But she might see by accident."
"Then you better prove your ingenuity and make sure she doesn't." Nancy
slipped her hand between Patsy's legs causing Patsy to catch her breath.
"There is only one week of school left until you graduate,-" Patsy's hips,
beginning to respond to Nancy's hand on her crotch, started slowly rocking
back and forth. "- you can just let the other girls in gym class think
you're a slut if they see your bare cunt." Patsy's body jerked in response
to the crude words.
"You can leave now." Nancy said pulling her hand from between Patsy's thighs
leaving Patsy humping against thin air. Patsy looked back and forth between
us then headed for the hallway to the front door.
"Oh, by the way." I spoke just as Patsy reached the hallway.
"Yes Master." Patsy replied half turning to look at us hopefully.
"About your habit of fucking yourself every night,-" I smiled at her.
"-never do it again without our permission."
"Yes Master." Her whole body slumped just a little, like air being let out.
As soon as we heard the door close Nancy and I raced to the bedroom to
relieve our pent up lust.
