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Tali’s Training “This is an incredible place” Don said, looking around the living room of Fenton’s large suburban house. “You must have it goin’ on, Fenton!” Fenton chuckled. “Remember what Fitzgerald said to Hemingway, Don..’The rich are different from us’ and Hemingway responded ‘Yes, they have more money’ I’d offer you a jay, but Tali is a government attorney, and it’s not politic to have pot here in the house.” Don gazed at Fenton the Felon as the door slammed, and a harried young woman stalked in the living room. Fenton smiled. “Tali, how are you? I’d like you to meet John O’Donnell, but they call him Dirty Don” Natalia Snowden, 30 year old
assistant Prosecuting Attorney for Fenton shook his head gravely, but inwardly he was smiling. Tali looked a lot like Melanie Griffith, Fenton thought, or perhaps Bernadette Peters, though Bernadette was way before Tali’s time. She had tousled, curly blond hair that went down just below her ears, full lips and big, innocent emerald eyes that put Fenton in mind of a gamboling kitten. She looked so out of place in a beige business suit, the button down shirt just covering her considerable bosom…like a cheerleader who had mugged Steve Forbes. Tali looked somewhat alarmed as Fenton cocked his head. “You really feel big, using those bad words and being uppity in front of your Master’s friends, don’t you?” “Fenton, let up.” Tali threw her arms in the air, and Don watched her chest heave beneath the beige jacket. “I’m an adult, and this is my house, I work hard, unlike some people, and my job makes me tense!” Tali stamped her foot again. Noting the look in Fenton’s eye, Tali faltered. “Fenton I just have a demanding job…please don’t puni-“ Tali looked at Don. “Please let’s resolve this later. Any way you want.” Tali looked imploringly at Fenton, who remained implacable. Don was astounded. Any way Fenton wanted. She was afraid he was pissed because she’d said fuck. Fenton turned to Don. “Look, Don, I’m sorry to have to take care of this now, but it won’t take long, and you’ll enjoy observing, I think.” Don smiled nervously. “If you guys are having a fight—“ Tali interrupted. “Fenton, we can’t do this in front of strangers, please. I have my career to consider.” Fenton pointed at the door leading to Tali’s study. Tali turned without a word and went in there, and returned with a large, thick wooden paddle with holes and what looked to be a razor strop like Granddad O’Donnell had used when the truancy officer came around. Fenton took the paddle and the strap calmly. “Please take off your jacket, and pull down your panties. Tali blurted “Fenton, PLEASE. I’ll make you guys a nice dinner.” Fenton shook his head. “Afterwards. Take off your jacket and pull down your panties.” Tali’s face was bright red. “ I’ll buy you a new motorcycle, I’ll—“ Fenton shook his head, and Tali burst into tears. She draped her jacket over the living room chair and went to the sofa, where she flipped up her skirt showing rose colored panties, and to Don’s amazement garters attached to nylon stockings. “I don’t believe in pantyhose” Fenton smiled at Don. “Pull them down, Natalia.” Tali gave the uncomfortable Don an mortified look and pulled her panties down, throwing herself over the arm of the couch. Don had been watching Tali’s behind twitch in the little skirt, and now was mesmerized by the sight of her full pale cheeks and the little tuft between the backs of her legs. “Not low enough.” Fenton smiled, pulling the rose-colored panties to mid-thigh. Fenton raised the paddle and struck Fenton touched the globes of Tali’s opaque bottom once or twice very gently with the wooden paddle, and tehn gave Tali’s right cheek a harsh swat. WHACK! Don expected Tali to begin screaming, as a nasty red spot had come up, but the girl made no noise WHACK! Fenton was keeping to the right cheek WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Don noted that a purplish bruise was rising on Tali’s right cheek. “Fenton” Don interposed, “Maybe she’s had enough.” He wondered if he should call the police. Don’s dick was nearly ripping out of his jeans, but he thought Tali might be in shock. “She’s not saying anything, she—“ Fenton held his hand up, cocking his head as he had did in the old days at the reformatory, right before he’d kick a Mex gang lord in the nuts. “Why, Don? “ Fenton asked again “Because she’s not making any noise? Think she’s passed out?” Don looked at Tali. Her bottom was a mess. There were raw, red blisters around her butt and thighs. Fenton kicked Tali’s right thigh roughly just under a big bruise, and Tali gasped. “Tali, Don’s worried that you are catatonic. To show him that you are with it, I want you to say the mantra after each whack, and then recite the Presidents backwards.” WHACK! “Thank you Master, may I have another? George Walker Bush. WHACK! “Thank you Master, may I have another? William Jefferson Clinton.” This went on until about James Buchanan, when Fenton let her off, moving to the leather strop. After ten of these, Tali moved her bottom a bit. “Why are you moving, Natalia?” Fenton asked, with a tight voice. “I’m sorry, Fenton.” Tali’s voice had a slight catch in it, but was steady. Fenton moved to the other cheek. The strop fell ten times. At the final WHACK, Don heard a moan from Tali, and Fenton pulled Tali up by the hair, pushing her tear-streaked face near his. “Are you complaining, honey?” Fenton smiled. “This doesn’t seem to be your night.” Fenton dropped Tali to the floor and snapped his fingers, and the girl mechanically undressed, revealing a body like Don had only seen on Betty Cooper in Archie Comics. Tali crawled to the sofa and leaned over the arm again. Fenton shook his head. “No, I want you to show Don your tolerance training.” Fenton grinned at Don, who was unconsciously playing pocket-pool at this point. “I’m sure Don is impressed at your ability to not show pain, but wouldn’t he be amazed to know that you can give him service, and be reprimanded at the same time!” Tali looked up at Fenton. “Fenton, I hardly know Don…I can’t” Fenton leaned over and slapped Tali across the face. Then he stood up. “C’mon Don, let’s get out of here…Tali has decided that she wants to curse, throw tantrums and alienate her guests…Let’s go to Ruby Tuesdays.” Tali jumped up, her bare breasts jiggling. “No, please…I want to cook your dinner, Fenton. I just can’t…with a stranger.” Fenton turned and began discussing dinner with Don as if Tali wasn’t in the room, and soon after they left, with Tali still beseeching them. Tali lay crying on her Princess bed, her bruises and welts forgotten. What would she do now? Fenton was the most loving, kind Master she’d ever known, and a wonderful guy as well. Before Tali had met Fenton, she was a chubby cocaine abuser with a serious ulcer…and he’d brought her back, and made her feel wonderful again, just in eight months. What could she do? Tali sat up and wiped her eyes, and thought about how she could make amends to her wonderful master of eight months. She would have to service his fat, ugly friend. Jesus. But that was what Fenton wanted. Tali went to the closet, and began going through her things, remembering when she’d met Fenton. “This one should be easy, Tali…we should get this boy on the three strikes law, hell ten strikes.” Lee, Tali’s supervisor was talking earnestly to her, trying to prep her for trial. “We’re talking about a thirty-five year career of grand theft auto.” Lee, a pleasant, but very earnest balding fellow touched Tali’s arm, trying not to show his extreme interest in her chest. “the first time this bastard got popped, he’d repainted and sold a schoolbus, and it turned out to be a vehicle belonging to the orphanage he lived in—ten and a half years old.” Lee had touched Tali’s arm again. “But be careful” Lee urged. Fenton the Felon’s done very little time, and it seems whenever there is a woman as judge or prosecuting attorney—I know it sounds sexist---but when that happens, or if there are too many women on Fenton Weir’s jury, something screws up, and he walks.” Tali, who had a remarkable conviction record for her three years as assistant D.A., was annoyed at the idea that she could be swayed by a lady-killer. Remembering this now, Tali laughed as she drew a bath and began ironing her white stockings, those that made her look as if she were a submissive lamb coming to the slaughter. Tali jumped in the bathtub and luxuriated, hoping the welts on her butt would heal, just for tonight. Tali found the razor and began shaving her pubic area..this was usually a punishment of Fenton’s but he would be pleased to see her voluntarily bare. Would he forgive Tali? She should’ve known better not to demur over servicing Fenton’s pal—remember the time Tali was forced to blow the postman? “We’ve got to sweep that ex-debutante debris out of your curly little head.” Fenton often said. “You’re a slave, not a Junior League member.” Washing under her arms, Tali noticed a copy of “Plutarch’s Lives” on the commode. Fenton reads all the time, she thought. He was reading at his own trial! As she presented her opening remarks, Tali eyed the defendant, charged amazingly with heisting state trooper cars and reselling them as getaway vehicles in bank holdups. He was a lady killer? Five foot six, big hook nose, thick out-of date aviator glasses, pale brown skin, graying Afro and tattoos. Somehow, despite being in a detention jumpsuit and chains, this guy had brought a copy of Fredric Nietzche’s “Twilight of the Idols”, and was thumbing through it bemusedly, occasionally looking up at the Assistant D.A. as if she were a child after his lollipop. He wasn’t a good looking guy at all, Tali thought, as she waved her pointer in front of a chart showing the location of the theft ring. Fenton had wiped his glasses with a disapproving look after he’d been cross-examined by the second chair, Tali had noticed with a giggle. Leo did spit when he talked. Thinking about it now, Tali carefully climbed out of the tub and toweled herself off pulling the towel over her generous breasts. They’d gone through a lot lately. The other night, after Tali was talking too loudly on the phone while Fenton was watching Charlie Rose, he’d hung her by her pierced nipples for an hour and a half. Fenton had hooked up this ingenious device—a very thin piece of wire cord that he could string through Tali’s pierced nipples right at chin level in the kitchen doorway. That way, Tali ‘s breasts were pulled up, and she had to stand on tiptoe to keep the nipples from being ripped…after a while, her heels would hurt, and so she would relax and then nipples would feel the strain again. Tali hated that punishment more than all the others put together she thought—breasts taut, pulled in the air, her hands cuffed behind her back. Fenton often hooked Tali to the evil wire, stuffing a gag in her mouth while he messed with his Master Chess 4000 software or fucked some teenybopper in Tali’s Princess bed. Once, Fenton had humiliated Tali horribly by letting a 19 year old receptionist diddle Tali’s twat with a vibrator, turning it on and off just before she came, while Tali hung to the wire. Fenton would often give Tali paddlings while she shifted miserably between the pressure on her heels and the pressure on her nipples. Occasionally, Fenton would put a combination lock on a chain chaining Tali’s wrists, and then go out of the house, and this would give Tali a chance to desperately fiddle with the dial and possibly get her hands loose and unstring the fucking wire, but Tali was skilled enough at this that Fenton usually just left the nasty handcuffs on, and watched her squirm. He’d always release Tali just before she got to a breaking point. Fenton could read her mind, and knew how to calm Tali down or get her flustered. Tali smiled ruefully, recalling the end of the trial. At the end of recess, Tali had
had to move past the defendant to get to her desk. “Your seams aren’t straight,
Miss Snowden.” The whisper came, and she stopped, and turned to Fenton the Felon. It
was not the first time a defendant had whispered to Tali from the box—she was used to
derogatory remarks, begging and the like, but—“What?” Tali turned to
Fenton, as comfortable in his chains as he might be in an evening suit at the Algonquin.
“Miss Snowden, you are wearing seamed stockings. They aren’t straight.”
Tali had stared at Fenton, forgetting the judge, the jury and the Eight months later, she still
couldn’t take her eyes off Fenton most of the time, Tali thought, as she donned her
pearl white pull-up stockings and high heels. After putting on hot pink lip gloss and nail
polish, something she could never wear in the courtroom—but it was Friday night—Tali
went to the basement and brought up the sawhorse, the canes and Fenton’s favorite
straightened coat hanger, placing these items strategically in the den. She looked at
herself critically in the mirror—Nude except for the white thigh high stockings and
heels, gold rings in her nipples, Tali looked the epitome of submissiveness. Don was
homely, and his teeth were gross,but he wasn’t creepy looking, and it would certainly
be less work than the time Fenton had Tali suck off Fenton Jr., his son with a Fenton had taught both his 17 year old son and his 12 year old daughter how to give their future stepmother bare bottom paddlings when she got on their nerves, and yet Tali looked forward to their visits. Tali was amazed at how they looked up to their dad, who, despite being a funny, bright guy, was perhaps the most unsuccessful criminal she’d ever prosecuted. Too short to be an armed robber, not well coordinated enough for lockman burglary work (though agile enough to string that damn wire through Tali’s tits) Fenton had survived only slightly on his car work, and was unfit for legitimate employment…a grade-school dropout, Fenton hadn’t had an honest job since being kicked out of the Air Force in the early seventies. How did this guy live, she’d wondered then? She knew how he’d lived
for the past eight months… As Tali had left the courthouse, musing her failure, the
Maserati Tali’s folks had given her for her Smith graduation pulled up, and the door
opened. The metal “Club” that Dad insisted she put on her steering wheel was
tossed into the street, sawed in half, and a German language copy of Nietzche’s
“Twilight of the Idols”was taken off the passenger seat by a brown, tattooed
hand. “Ms. Snowden, may I drop you anywhere?” He’d moved in by five that
night, and by eight, Tali was across Fenton’s lap for not folding his clothes
carefully enough after she’d unpacked them. What did Fenton do? Tali gave Fenton an
allowance to keep him from his hubcap hobbies…she cleaned the house, paid the bills,
made Fenton’s lunch while he was sleeping before she left for work…Fenton
kept her in line, and she was happier now than she’d ever been in her life. Tali
smiled as she knelt in front of the door way, naked except for her stockings and heels,
with two dry martinis on the floor in front of her, waiting for the men. ******************************************************************** As they
walked into the house again, Don was shaking his head, slightly. During dinner, Fenton had
talked about everything except what had just happened—Fenton hitting his girlfriend
with a belt. Did she get off on this? Did he? Would she have him
arrested? Don had first encountered Fenton “Hot” Weir in 1971 at Twice divorced and unemployed, Don had run into Fenton at Champion Billiards a few weeks before. Don asked Fenton how he was doing. Had he finally gone straight?. Fenton grinned, leaning against his pool cue. Don had lost his hair and picked up two hundred pounds, looked like Daddy Warbucks gone to seed. Fenton looked just the same. “If you mean do I steal cars any more, no…and my chop shop is closed, but I’m not sure if that means I’ve gone straight.” As they entered the house now, Don recalled the scene before they’d left for dinner and wondered if there would be cops waiting for them. Don had a bench warrant or two out there…Jesus. Surely hitting that girl with a belt was assault. As they opened the door and walked in, Don’s eye fell to the floor, and his jaw dropped. Kneeling on the hard wood floor of the hallway, was Ms. Natalia Temple Snowden, Assistant District Attorney for Montgomery County, Maryland, wearing nothing but white pull up stockings that just covered the top of her thighs, and white gloves—and nothing else. And Tali was kneeling in an upright position—she was not resting that gorgeous butt on the back of her thighs. Don noticed that Tali no longer had the tuft of pubic hair, she had shaved her vagina completely. Don was once again mesmerized by Tali’s full round white breasts—at least a 34DD, and still perked up. The nipples were pink and quite hard, and there were gold rings in the tips. Jesus, those tits are big. No wonder the girl had to wear these thick business clothes to be taken seriously at work. In front of Tali there was a hairbrush made of ivory, the wooden paddle, a dog whip that Tali and Fenton had bought while touring England that summer, a bamboo cane and what looked to be a straightened coat hanger. And in front of the implements stood two dry martinis. Tali kept her eyes to the ground, her painted lips solemn, and Fenton leaned over and picked up the drinks, handing one to Don, who immediately downed his. Fenton took a sip and leaned over, and began stroking one of Tali’s breasts. Tali moaned as Fenton stroked around the areola before shrieking as he twisted the nipple brutally. “So Tali, what do you have to say for yourself?” Fenton stood up and sipped his martini. Tali kept her eyes downcast and murmured. “Master I want to beg for your forgiveness—you and Master Don.” Don’s eyes bulged. “I am very sorry that I resisted giving Master Don service while being reprimanded—I understand this is important to my training, and want nothing more than to give Master Don the ultimate pleasure.” Tali shuddered inwardly, thinking of Don, who looked like Daddy Warbucks gone to seed. “I was rude to you and Master Don, and I beseech you to punish me for this as well.” Fenton looked at her. “Are
you sure? Tali, you know you’re a big, bad DA, honey…you like to put your foot
down.” Tali kept her eyes to the floor. “God knows when I met you in court five
years ago, you weren’t interested in your own bondage and discipline…just poor
Fenton’s. “ Tali kept her eyes to the floor, but a tear began running down one
cheek.”What’s a rich Fenton winked at Don. “Do
you think Tali is sorry for her outburst. With all I do to make her
happy, to train her to be obedient and productive?” “Like you, Fenton?” Don
cracked, and Fenton doubled over laughing. “Are you sure, Tali? Beg for your
punishment…lick Don’s boots.” Tali crawled over to Don’s
muddy boots, her stomach churning. Fenton had showed her a picture of
himself and Don and two other boys when they’d been inmates; Fenton was the
same at seventeen as he was now—the Afro had been darker, and he’d worn John
Lennon granny glasses—Don had been way better looking, muscular, with full dark
hair..but now Don was obese and the pretty dark hair had vanished. And it didn’t
seem, at least to Tali’s sensitive nostrils,that Don was especially aquainted with
soap and water…but she moved to the boots, and began kissing and licking the mud off,
mumbling “I am a bad slave. Please punish me. Teach me to be more obedient.” Oh,
it was disgusting, but Tali cleaned off both boots, and resolved to re-apply her lipstick
and find some Scope when all this was over. “Well, I guess we’ll
have to give you another chance.” Fenton smiled. “Rise, slave.” Tali got
up, picking up the hairbrush, paddle and strop. “You can leave the hairbrush, Tali.”
Fenton said. “That’s punishment for tepid coffee in the morning. Tali looked at
Fenton. “Let’s go in the study, shall we? I trust you brought
in the sawhorse, Natalia.” Tali nodded mechanically and began walking into the study,
Don and Fenton followed and Don watched Tali’s gorgeous ass cheeks bobble as she
walked. The bruises from the earlier whipping did not mar the beauty of the pearly white
globes. Don noticed that the thigh high stockings and spike heels seemed to emphasize Tali’s
nudity. Once in the study, Tali handed Fenton the implements and gazed at the floor.. Fenton pointed at the sawhorse, and Tali went and bent over. Don winced. There wasn’t even a cushion on the horse for her, she was just bent over the wooden edge with her bare belly, and her gorgeous butt sticking out. The thigh-high white pull-ups with their lace edges made Tali’s butt look even curvier, and Don realized that dressing this way was part of Tali’s apology for telling Fenton off in her business suit. Fenton looked at the paddle, and handed the strop to Don. “Here we are. ..” Fenton strolled to where the near-naked girl was crouched over the sawhorse. “Are you ready, Tali?” “Yes sir” came her reply. Fenton looked at the various implements, and then chose the straightened coat hanger,which had a handle that had been roughly fashioned from black hockey tape. Fenton stepped over to Tali.
All Don could see from where he was was Tali’s upturned butt, but
he watched Fenton as Fenton leaned over and ruffled the girls hair affectionately. “Tali,
I’m starting with the coat hanger.” There was a sharp intake of breath from the
Assistant District Attorney for Don saw a thin red line appear in the middle of Tali’s buttocks. WHACK! WHACK! Don saw a drop of blood. Fenton found an especially sensitive part of Tali’s posterior, just below the buttocks and above the thighs. WHACK! Fenton was not Tali’s first master, and she had long experience in pain tolerance, but she began to scream after the seventh swat with the coat hanger. After the eighth, Tali grabbed her bottom. Fenton shook his head and went through the leather jacket on the chair. “Oh, Tali. I think we’ll have to use the handcuffs. How embarrassing this is. Don must think you are a really poorly trained submissive.” After Fenton cuffed Tali’s hands behind her back, he gave her six more swats with the coat hanger, before he found he would have to cuff Tali’s ankles as well. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Master please! I’ll never, never be rude again.” The girl kept jumping around. Don, a hardened veteran of many youth gang wars and bar fights since, had to turn around and stare at a row of law texts. Tali’s screams were quite penetrating, and finally Fenton stopped. Don turned around, and Tali’s bottom was a mass of purplish weals and red slashes. Now once white cheeks were covered with purple and blue marks, weals and bruises. Blood ran from some of the marks and Tali’s upper thighs bore the brunt of Fenton’s cane, though he was careful, Don noticed, not to let the bruises go beneath where a skirt would cover. Don looked at Fenton, and contemplated killing his friend. Fenton saw the look, and grinned. He unlocked Tali’s hand and ankle cuffs. “Tali, tell Don your safeword.” Tali pushed herself up from the sawhorse and stood on her heels. She looked at Don earnestly, and tried to smile. “Don, I see your concern, and it makes me trust you more in this involvement we’re hvaing, not that I’d have much choice.” She smiled ruefully at Fenton. “Don, I’ve been in the S&M scene for thirteen years. I am in—ooh, a voluntary slave-master relationship with Fenton. If I asked Fenton to stop hitting me by using the word “comet” he would stop immediately, and render any aid I wanted.” Fenton laughed.”Yes, Don…as
a two-time loser with years of prison time left if I screwed up, I certainly wouldn’t
compromise myself for a skirt.” Don saw hurt in Tali’s eyes, more hurt than he’d
seen from the cruel whipping. Fenton went on. “Don, you and I have many tattoos from
youthful indiscretion…but Tali has only one, a tiny one just below her right ear.”
Tali turned and Don saw a miniscule “T.S.” tattooed. Fenton smiled. “It’s
to Tali’s credit that she is taken seriously as a prosecuting attorney even with this
tiny tattoo, which everyone thinks stands for Tali Snowden, and she got it at a sorority
event…but in fact it stands for the Tawse Society.” My T.S. initials are just
below my butt, and no, I won’t show them to you. I was surprised to see a fellow
member in the courtroom, but I’ve happily taken advantage of it…I think of that
day in court now as our first date.” Fenton and Tali laughed together. Don
interposed. “So you don’t mind, or enjoy this, Tali? I’m terribly aroused,
but truly, it’s against my will, hon.” Tali, after a questioning glance at
Fenton, came over and kissed Don on the lips lightly. “Master Don, please help
continue my training.” Don thought of how erotic Tali was, and Tali got satisfaction
out of spitting some of the mud from the boots into the fat, ugly bastards mouth. (Why, oh
why, couldn’t it just be Tali and her Master?) “Now then, Don.” Fenton smiled at his friend. “Have you ever had the pleasure of disciplining a woman?” Don shook his head. Don was the unfortunate sort that took all kinds of shit from a woman, rages, screaming, and sometimes letting them hit him. Don was a shrew magnet, and eventually he would just boil over and knock the woman out, and twice he’d been jailed for this, though he honestly never thought it was really his fault. Don watched as Fenton dropped his pants and shorts and sat down on the couch. Tali picked up the bamboo cane and gave it to Don, and then bent over and took Fenton’s cock in her mouth. “Now then, Don.” Fenton said cheerily. “I have, for the past eight months, been trying to teach Tali how to give a good blowjob…she’s not bad now.” Tali snorted with Fenton’s dick in her mouth. “The big goal is teaching her how to give a pleasant, uninterrupted blow job while being punished. No teeth, just smoothly going up and down. Like Mr. Hasbacher back in typing class at the Village. He taught me to type forty words a minute while he jumped up and down behind me, playing cymbals. He wanted me to learn to concentrate…all it did was teach me to stay calm whilst removing the window on a BMW with the owner in the house…but a lesson well taught.” Fenton snapped his fingers and Tali began sucking. “Now then, Don. I want you to whip Tali’s ass while she fellates me. Go to it!” Don was concerned “What about teeth, she may slip and bite you?” Fenton shook his head and smiled. “After a series of disciplinary sessions, Tali has learned to give a calm blowjob. She knows what happens if she bites.” Tali rolled her eyes. Fenton ignored this disrespect and pointed at Don, who began swatting Tali with the cane. SWAT! Don felt incredible. As
the cane bounced on Tali’s jiggling buttocks, Don’s dick swelled against his
jeans SWAT! “Harder, Don.” Fenton called. “You are not giving our young
lady a workout. Hit her fifty times, hard with the cane. Tali’s assignment is to make
me cum before the fiftieth stroke.” Don put his beef into it. WHACK WHACK WHACK
WHACK! It was an exhilarating feeling, and Don grinned, and Fenton grinned back, before
closing his eyes and concentrating on the feeling of having Tali’s lips pushing up
and down his shaft. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Tali kept sucking quite
unconcerned as Don whaled away. He knew she must be in pain, unless her nerve cells were
gone. Welts and weals came up as the cane fell.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Don felt an
incredible euphoria from this. He, a homely ex-con and sometime janitor, was whipping the
beautiful bare ass of a prosecuting attorney. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Fenton began
moaning and grinding his hips against Tali’s mouth. WHACK!
WHACK! Fenton
grabbed Tali’s head in a skull-fuck and began pushing her head into his crotch. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Finally, at about the
forty-fourth fall of the cane, Fenton exploded in Tali’s mouth. Don paused, but
Fenton motioned for him to finish the fifty, while Tali licked Fenton’s cock clean. Fenton got up and pulled up his trousers, while Tali sank down, kissing his feet. “All right, Don…now it’s your turn.” Fenton looked down at Tali, who looked unhappy. Don ignored this and dropped his pants. Don sat in the La-Z Boy and Tali crawled up to him and took his cock gingerly in her mouth, and began sucking slowly. Fenton came up behind her and Tali arched her bottom in expectation. WHACK! WHACK! As this went on, Don marveled at the smooth, glorious blowjob he was getting from this incredibly beautiful young woman. He’d gotten very few blowjobs for free in his life, and hadn’t had one at all or any other lovin’ from a woman since his divorce eighteen months ago. Tali’s head went up and
down Don’s cock. Most women would suck for awhile, and then stop, and then start
again, giving you expressive looks so you’d appreciate their sacrifice. They always,
in Don’s experience ran and spat the cum out when they were done, and he’d seen
Tali slurp Fenton’s up, right down the hatch. WHACK WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! And Don knew what was coming, the same thing for him…WHACK! Fenton paused. “Don, where
are you living now?” Don looked embarrassed in spite of the thrill
to his groin. “I’m a guest of the Salvation Army right now, Fenton…I can’t
lift anything any more, and I’ve been turned down for disability, til I get off
methadone.” Tali listened in horror as she took Don’s smelly cock down her
throat, pulling back and licking the underside expertly as her first Master had taught her
in the closet at a Columbia University mixer. “I can’t do much physical work,
and I’ve lost my nerve for doing hold ups as well.” Don
confessed. The Assistant District Attorney for He could read her mind, and was
enjoying himself immensely. “Don, my friend” WHACK! “Tali pays me a salary
as a tax deduction to be her chauffer, though I am unable, quite often to drive her, as I
sleep late.” WHACK! WHACK! “Would you
like to take the room over the garage for a few months, as my assistant? I think”
WHACK! “I can get you on the payroll” WHACK! WHACK! “Would twenty-one grand
a year plus room and board be reasonable?” WHACK! WHACK! Don nodded happily and
Fenton smiled, aiming carefully at a blister he hoped to burst on Tali’s left cheek,
and the Assistant District Attorney for the THE END |
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