Bus Tour: Tongue fucking (2/2)

Continued from Tongue fucking (1/2)

The sting of the cane came unexpected. She winced, straining against the cuffs that held her firmly bound to the vault. The cane touched her flesh again. Rebel tried to see who was handling the cane. As the first blow stung her ass cheeks she looked around as well as she could. She could only see the feet of the people around her. Her Husband was definitely the one who handled the cane. Four. She counted the times that the cane touched her. Five. She closed her eyes, waiting. Six.

Movement around her. She did not open her eyes. Her bottom was burning. By shutting out all the images around her, she was able to handle the pain. The touch of cool hands on each of her red ass cheeks came just as unexpected as the first touch had. The coolness seemed to pull the burn from her buttocks. Rebel relaxed a bit, enjoying the feeling, somehow knowing that it would not last for long. She opened her eyes. Four pairs of feet were now very close to the feet of the vault. Her Husband’s feet were nowhere to be seen, but she knew He could not be far away.

Rebel’s buttocks were spread slightly by the position she was in, but now they were spread even more by one of the four people standing around her. Or maybe by two, she did not know. So many hands were touching her body and there was no way for Rebel to know who was doing what. She felt heavily exposed, feeling her asshole being stretched to its limits by whoever was holding her buttocks apart. Rebel felt a gush of wetness when a tongue touched her hole. This was so wrong. This was so right. This was…

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The tongue pressed hard against her slightly open hole. She felt her hole being pushed open even more by the tongue. Her asshole was fucked by the tongue. Rebel felt an orgasm building but she knew that she was not allowed to climax without permission. She tensed her muscles, fighting the feeling of the building orgasm, knowing that soon she will have to ask her Husband for permission. She did not have to ask. All touching of her body stopped. No hands. No tongue. No touch.

Slowly someone rubbed her left buttocks, moving in circles. The slap surprised Rebel. It burnt on her already bruised skin. Her right buttock received the same treatment. One slap after the other touched her skin, alternating between ass cheeks. The burning grew more intense each time the hand touched her skin. She was relieved when it stopped. Yet again her buttocks were pulled apart to reveal her dark hole between them. Rebel felt the fluids running from her pussy and wondered whether she climaxed without noticing while being spanked. But she knew that she did not. The spanking, her immobility, the treatment… the combination of the situation she was in caused her fluids to run freely.

Yet again her butthole was licked and fucked by a tongue. She felt her muscles relaxing, knew that she gave the tongue more room to enter her. Rebel enjoyed the feeling. She wanted to feel more. Actually, at that very moment Rebel would have loved to be fucked in her ass. She craved for it. But she knew that she would have to settle for what was happening. Yet again, just before she was about to ask for permission to have an orgasm, the spanking started again. The burning of her ass was intense, almost immediately. Rebel did not know how much more of this treatment she would be able to handle. It went on for quite some time – licking her dark hole, a tongue fucking her butthole, followed by a spanking. The intervals between spankings got shorter and shorter as the feeling that she was about to orgasm grew more intense.

When yet again she was spanked, the blows landed on both her ass cheeks at the same time. Two people were spanking her now. Her ass felt as if it was on fire. Rebel felt tears in her eyes and almost started to beg them to stop. When her buttocks were roughly pulled apart again, a tongue harshly entered her butthole again, fucking her. The urgent movements of the tongue immediately sparked the fire within Rebel. This time she did not wait.

“May I cum, please Sir?”

It was quiet for some time, while the tongue kept on fucking her ass. Rebel fought the orgasm, trying to think of other things, trying not to feel the tongue. Then came the permission: “yes, you may.”
The moment her husband spoke these words, the tongue pressed hard into her asshole and just stayed there, keeping still. The anticipation for the next move made Rebel’s pussy oozing fluids. She felt the tightness of her nipples as they hardened even more. Every cell in her body waited. The tongue left her butthole and then pushed in hard again. Yet again it kept still. She felt the warm breath of the person. Out again. In hard again. Out again. In again… her orgasm was violent, making her body strain against the cuffs holding her down to the feet of the vault. She felt a gush of wetness coming from her pussy, felt the orgasm taking hold of her and not letting go. It felt like minutes later that her body went limp.

She was untied, helped up and led back to the bed. Her Husband covered her with a blanket and  kissed her.

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“Go to sleep my love,” He said, “you will need your energy for what is to follow.”
As she wondered what else he had planned for her, she drifted off to sleep just as the bus pulled into the next stop.

To be continued… Fifteen times (1/3)

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