A Girl's Night Out - Part Two

By Tustin

...continued from Part One!

Mike looked at me. “You did this just to rile me, didn’t you?”

I giggled and nodded innocently. “Yup!”

“You little prankster,” he said lightly. “I know how you love to watch a good beating.”

Tim took Mike’s lightness to mean he was going to be okay. But Mike looked back at Tim.

“I kinda feel sorry that you got set up,”  Mike said apologetically. “But you still had your dick in my girl’s mouth, so I'll have to pound you good. And then we’ll do some pain management so you remember not to do this again.”

Tim’s terror returned. I laughed out loud again, and my pussy started to ache for attention.

I went to my closet and got some rope. The yellow braided nylon stuff. As Mike held him still, I tied several loops around his ankles, and tied his wrists together in front of him.

As Mike drug Tim to the tiled area of my bedroom, I stripped my clothes off, knelt on the bed with my knees far apart, and placed a finger lightly on my clit. Juices dripped as I waited.

“I have you on the tile, ‘cause I don’t want no blood on the carpet,”  Mike explained.

Tim was whimpering, and tears streamed down his face. He was shaking, and could barely catch his breath. Waves of anticipation rolled through me, each one raising my arousal to a new level. I moaned softly as Mike stood Tim up tall.

Mike looked at me and smiled. I opened my vagina for him to see. Mike looked back at Tim, and smiled again. His knees were knocking together so badly I could hear them. As Mike took a long, slow windup, Tim lost control and wet himself. “You chicken bastard!” Mike bellowed. “You pissed on me!”

The first punch landed in Tim’s gut, landing like a hammer in a bowl of potatoes. Tim grunted and bent forward, spit and vomit already coming out his mouth. Mike landed a hard upper cut to Tim’s face, standing him upright. Red appeared from his nose as Mike landed the next punch into the gut again. My pussy pulsated in time to the beating. With each punch, I grew closer and closer to orgasm. Mike threw punch after punch until Tim landed face first on the tile.

Mike pulled up a heavy wooden chair, and put it in the middle of the tiled area. He pulled Tim into the chair, and used the rope to tie him in. Tim was out.

Mike walked over, and pulled his pants down to expose his dick. I lowered, and took him in my mouth. I sucked fast and hard, and continued to finger myself. Tim was groaning loudly as he woke up, and his tortured noise blended with Mike’s and my moans of pleasure. My tension grew until I felt a twitch deep in my pussy. Suddenly, my mouth was flushed with cum, and my pussy crushed into my fingers. Mike unloaded stream after stream into me, in time with my own spasms. Cum flooded down my chin and onto the bed, and a stream of juices flowed from my pussy. I looked at Mike and gave him a satisfied smile. Mike smiled back, looking drained.

He turned back to Tim. “That was the beating I promised,” he said. “Now comes the pain."

...to be concluded!