The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

[LitShark]

Oh good! More of our illustrious faculty has joined the party! Welcome Scuttle. I was just about to teach Bell here a lesson.

Everyone should finish their drinks.

 

[Britwitch]

"Probably a good idea..."

Brit slowly drains the last of her juice, watching Shark prepare Bell for...whatever it is he now has in mind.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A grin slips easily onto his features, and he pushes his sunglasses up on top of his head as he hugs Brit, surveying the scene over her shoulder.

"Merrier, indeed."

A nod of greeting is cast in LS' direction, and his eyes settle on Bell, a slight arch settling into his brow.

"Seems I've.. walked in on something."

 

[Belladorma]

Bell squealed in surprised delight as she was bent over the the bar counter and began laughing. She listened to his lecture and tilted her head. "Perhaps it's the fact of i have a lot of pride for my mind, so i don't like anyone messing with it. My body however, is in tuned with my sense of touch more than anything else, and while i'm sensitive to pain, i'm sure no mater what i worked up to, it would eventually turn to pleasure." She looked at her glass and then back at Shark. "Well i would if i had the ability."

 

[LitShark]

A grin slips easily onto his features, and he pushes his sunglasses up on top of his head as he hugs Brit, surveying the scene over her shoulder.

"Merrier, indeed."

A nod of greeting is cast in LS' direction, and his eyes settle on Bell, a slight arch settling into his brow.

"Seems I've.. walked in on something."

Yes, well... I was planning a little bit of the old "good girl/bad girl," but the Bell isn't sure if she likes to be humiliated.

*Brings one hand down swiftly onto Bell's ass, making a slap and leaving his hand there, drumming his fingers slowly along the crease in her black bikini, deep in thought.*

You could show her how good girls get treated with Brit, who has certainly earned a reward, while I try to gauge how bad little Bell here can be... if, that is, you're in a giving mood.

*Suddenly slips his fingers into Bell's suit and tugs it upward in a fist, wedging the black fabric between her firm cheeks and pinching the lips of her damp pussy together.*

In a way, humiliation play is a form of release--a way to process traumatic and mournful experiences from the past in sexual release. A way to own one's struggles by submitting to them.

*Kneels down to slowly drag my teeth over the cleft in Bell's stretched bathing suit until his front teeth pass over the nub of her clit. His lips wrap around it and suck through the fabric.*

 

[LitShark]

Bell squealed in surprised delight as she was bent over the the bar counter and began laughing. She listened to his lecture and tilted her head. "Perhaps it's the fact of i have a lot of pride for my mind, so i don't like anyone messing with it. My body however, is in tuned with my sense of touch more than anything else, and while i'm sensitive to pain, i'm sure no mater what i worked up to, it would eventually turn to pleasure." She looked at her glass and then back at Shark. "Well i would if i had the ability."

*Looks up from his place behind her at the drink and smiles at a genuine opportunity. Spontaneity being part of his fortay.*

Stick your tongue out, Bell. Stick it as far out as you can on the bar.

*Standing again, He presses the outline of his hardening cock between her mostly exposed ass cheeks and takes her glass, moving it closer to her face. With his index finger, he corks the straw, trapping a small column of slushy liquid inside. The color is perfect.*

Lay your tongue flat now... say "ahhh"

*positions the straw over her tongue and lets his finger go, the slushy liquid pouring out over her tongue, lips and a tiny bit onto the side of her face.*

This is what needy girls get. Do you like being my needy little girl?

*His cock grinds more specifically against her pussy now.*

Does needy girl want to get fucked?

 

[Belladorma]

The slap to her as made her gasp and as his mouth dragged down her lips she let out a moan.
"I... ohhhh. I see." She bit her bottom lip and arched her back more. "Sounds interesting, and perhaps one day i might. But for now, i guess you can keep that up."
She licked away as much of the sweet drink as she could, getting most from her cheek. She moaned as she felt his hard cock against her ass.
"Ohhh yes."

 

[Britwitch]

Brit grins and moves a little closer to Scuttle.

"Well, don't you always seem to arrive when the fun starts. Or maybe that should be the fun always seems to start when you arrive."

She winks a blue eye up at him and waits a moment, watching the other two keenly.

 

[LitShark]

The slap to her as made her gasp and as his mouth dragged down her lips she let out a moan.
"I... ohhhh. I see." She bit her bottom lip and arched her back more. "Sounds interesting, and perhaps one day i might. But for now, i guess you can keep that up."
She licked away as much of the sweet drink as she could, getting most from her cheek. She moaned as she felt his hard cock against her ass.
"Ohhh yes."

Yes what, Needy girl? Tell me what you want. Say it explicitly, with everyone watching. Tell me down to the last detail what you want from me and remember to say please. I don't know if it's me or this immaculate drink you're enjoying so much? I'm just a stupid Barkeep afterall.

*By now, I'm rock hard again. I pour another straw full of Pina Colada across the bar, Bell's tongue and more on her face this time, still feeling for bottom, before returning the straw to the glass and pulling down my pants. I grip the base of my thick, heavy cock and slap it between her ass cheeks, hard enough to make a slapping sound.*

Is this what a needy girl needs? If it's not a slippery nipple I'm not sure I know. Can needy girl tell me what's hitting her? Does she want it? If so where? Tell the Doctor what you need.

*Winks at Brit over his shoulder briefly.*

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Giving, well..."

Sea green eyes flickered to Brit, a mischievous light settling in them, his head tilting one way, then the other, before his attention turned back to LS and his... captive.

"Giving is, like so many things, a relative term, wouldn't you agree?"

The question is, mostly, rhetorical, and clearly his attention is on something other than fielding questions that don't require an answer. Still standing near the freckled Brit, he watches for a moment longer, until the tied up stranger at the bar is lapping away at liquid spilled out for her, before moving.

Reaching out, his hand finds the back of Brit's neck, fingers gliding across the smooth skin, his palm settling at the base of her hairline, and he nods his head in the direction of the bar.

"I think I could use a drink. Join me."

 

[Britwitch]

His fingers are warm and yet even with the warmth of the sun she still shivers ever so slightly beneath their touch. The scene before them growing more...interesting by the moment...but his hand it's careful but insistent hold steals her focus instantly.

"Of course."

She smiles, easily following his lead and heading behind the bar, where they are offered a different view of the other couple. They are surrounded by glasses of every conceivable design and liquor of every kind. Jewel coloured liquids mingling with those of amber hues and crystal clear ones with no colour at all.

"Did you have something specific in mind to quench your thirst?"

 

[Belladorma]

"What can i say, you make a damn good barkeep."She tilted her head and licked the drink up again. Wiggling her ass back and forth she moaned as he slapped her ass with his cock.
"What i need is to cum." She said with a grin. she turned to look at him with heavy eyes. "I need to be fucked hard ad fast." She pulled up to take a look at his cock and smiled again. "Especially by a cock such as that."

 

[LitShark]

"What can i say, you make a damn good barkeep."She tilted her head and licked the drink up again. Wiggling her ass back and forth she moaned as he slapped her ass with his cock.
"What i need is to cum." She said with a grin. she turned to look at him with heavy eyes. "I need to be fucked hard ad fast."

*Bares his teeth instinctively at being called "Barkeep," again. She must want more punishment. But she does well at being explicit... almost explicit. He sees a teaching moment.*

Fucked hard and fast? I can do that.

*Still holding her bathing suit in his fist, he tugs the fabric to one side and sticks two fingers on his free hand into his mouth, getting them good and wet with his saliva. Once they're properly wet with spit, he dips them into the Pina Colada glass and scoops out a tiny cluster of frozen slush, dripping the cold fluid on the small of her back until he reaches her puckered little anus. Using the frozen slush and spit as lubricant, he forces two fingers into her asshole as deep as they can go and begins suddenly pumping them in and out roughly and fast.*

Fuck your ass with my fingers. That's what you meant, right? You want to get finger blasted in your asshole with Pina Colada as lube. That's what you meant, isn't it? If not you'll need to be more specific.

((Nice try with the edit ))

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Hmh," he exhales through his nose, a little chuckle on his breath at her question as he guides her in front of him behind the bar. He allows a glance at the one bent over, the pair of them not formally introduced yet, but... it seemed they were rather past that, now. So wrapped up in what was happening behind her, in fact, that it seemed she hardly noticed the pair now in front of her.

Turning his attention to the shelves of bottles and glasses, he lifted his empty hand to tap his fingers along them, his eyes scanning steadily.

"Somewhere, somewhere.... Ah!"

His fingers settled on a mason jar, the glass tinted blue, darkening the already amber liquor within. Lifting it off the shelf, he turned his body to set it on the bar, not far from where Bell's head was hovering, her tongue still happily working to catch any liquid spilled for it.

"I'd made my own spiced rum when I noticed we were getting towards summer, thought it would be perfect when things reopened here. Glad it was able to find it's way here."

This was said almost to no one in particular, and he suspected it would soon be remembered by no one.

Turning his attention back to the one before him, he slid his fingers up her neck, until his hand turned, fingers curling in her hair. Pulling back, he drew her body back against his. His lips near her ear now, he tipped his head so warm breath fell across the shell of her ear.

"So, freckles... you're the good girl in this, I hear?"

 

[Belladorma]

(Damn! and here i thought i was slick with that)
Bells toes curled but she gave a small glare back at him and on a moan.
"My pussy!" Her back bowed forward and she clenched her muscles tight. "Usually one saves the ass for dessert." She ground her ass down into the tight pull of the bikini against her clit. "What i need is to have my pussy ravaged."

 

[Britwitch]

It was always interesting someone else experience something along the lines Bell was. No less interesting for Brit because he and she would be working together closely in the future. It was very interesting indeed to see how he applied his....knowledge...to the situation.

Those fingers were in her hair now, curling and holding and ensuring that whatever happened next in front of them, her attention was entirely on the man behind her.

"So I've been told," she whispers back, letting herself lean back against him ever so slightly. Feeling the smoothness of his shirt against the bare skin revealed across her back. "But like most things, I think the term 'good' is open to interpretation along with how good girls are treated of course. The one giving the treatment, one supposes, is at liberty to determine what is appropriate."

The end of her words was punctuated by the slightest, subtlest roll of her hips back towards his.

 

[LitShark]

(Damn! and here i thought i was slick with that)
Bells toes curled but she gave a small glare back at him and on a moan.
"My pussy!" Her back bowed forward and she clenched her muscles tight. "Usually one saves the ass for dessert." She ground her ass down into the tight pull of the bikini against her clit. "What i need is to have my pussy ravaged."

*Sighs slightly, looking across the bar at Scuttle and Brit. Extracting his fingers and wiping them with the bar rag.*

This is why we need a school. Needy girls don't know what anything is called anymore.

Listen, Bell. You've been a good sport and it's getting late even here, so I'm going to go ahead and give you what you want. But you should know that "ravaged," is an abstraction and could be interpreted a lot of different ways--especially if we were on campus and I had access to my tools. When I say I want you to be specific, what you should say is "shove your thick cock into my tight, wet pussy." That is explicit, those are concrete details.

You should know also, you enjoy humiliation more than you thought you did.

*With that, he releases her swimsuit and takes hold of her hair in the same fist that once held her suit. Using the head of his cock to press the suit out of the way, he slams himself to the hilt inside of this "Bell."*

Whenever I go inside you, I want you to say "Ding!" as loud and as clearly as you're possibly able.

*Tugging again on her hair, he draws back and slams his hips against hers again, the thick head of his cock pushing against her cervix, and forcing her neck into a deep arch. When he thrusts again he leans forward until their eyes meet so that she can see him, watch his expression as he "ravages" her with his dick and squeezes every drop of pleasure he can out of her exploitation.*

The two of them represent the external gaze, you see. Their presence makes this level of humiliation something I'd call intermediate. But I'd be glad to see you in my art bondage lab some time.

Don't forget to ding, BELL!

*His thrusts grow faster, the glasses on the bartop and hanging overhead are beginning to rattle as he throws his wight into the bar over and over again.*

 

[Belladorma]

(Sorry, been distracted IRL when i wasn't before *Rolls eyes*)
Bell grinned as she realized he was right and at the first slam she obeyed.
"Ooohh Fuck. Ding." She gripped the wrapps around her hands to steady herself, saying ding with every thrust until she couldn't think or say anything, just ride on the waves of pleasure, grunting with each thrust. As she feels her pussy starting to clench harder around his cock she resumes.
"Ding, ding, ding, diNG, DING , DING, OH Fucking DING!" She feels the wrapps release ever so slightly as something teared but held fast and she rides out her orgasm. Growling at the pleasure she feels ni the burning muscles of her back, and legs. The heat pulsing in her nipples and clit and the workings of her muscles squeezing his cock tight.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A little catch of his breath may be heard by her as her hips roll a bit against him, but the sound of it is quickly swallowed up by the pair near them, bodies coming together quickly, forcefully. He grins over her shoulder, and his other arm moves around her body, the length of his forearm across her torso. Holding her more firmly back against him.

Pivoting, he pulls her with them as they both turn so they are facing the pair, and he takes the small step back until he's against the shelves of liquor. The space from them to where she is bent over the bar is small, barely enough for a person to squeeze through, giving them a rather front row seat to the... enthusiastic proceedings before them.

Her hips settled back against his once more, his hand moves up, gliding over the fabric of her suit until his palm is filled with her breast. He traps her firmly between his chest and his hand, his fingers digging into the full, soft flesh.

"Seems being the bad girl is working out for her... I wonder if being the good girl will end similarly for you..."

 

[Belladorma]

(I should let you know I'm new to te world of BDSM, but i am more than willing to learn. Main reason i even found this site actually.)

 

[Britwitch]

She has less room to move now, his arm at her front and his chest at her back, but that doesn't stop the gently sway of her hips back and forth against him. Not in time with the couple before them, no where near that furious, but constant and steady. A bass line to their frantic melody.

One hand rising to rest on his forearm, not to pull it away just to hold it. To feel the strength waiting beneath the skin.

His hand now filled with her breast makes it that little bit harder to stand still. Beneath the still damp fabric of her suit her nipple is achingly hard, tingling as it is pushed into the cloth and desperately seeking the warmth of the palm beyond it.

"Only time will tell..." She replies smoothly, her voice a little lower in tone that it was before. "But I can only hope to be so lucky."

 

[LitShark]

(Sorry, been distracted IRL when i wasn't before *Rolls eyes*)
Bell grinned as she realized he was right and at the first slam she obeyed.
"Ooohh Fuck. Ding." She gripped the wrapps around her hands to steady herself, saying ding with every thrust until she couldn't think or say anything, just ride on the waves of pleasure, grunting with each thrust. As she feels her pussy starting to clench harder around his cock she resumes.
"Ding, ding, ding, diNG, DING , DING, OH Fucking DING!" She feels the wrapps release ever so slightly as something teared but held fast and she rides out her orgasm. Growling at the pleasure she feels ni the burning muscles of her back, and legs. The heat pulsing in her nipples and clit and the workings of her muscles squeezing his cock tight.

There's a good little Bell. That's my good little bad girl.

*grins at Bell's compliance with his demand, releasing her hair to reach under her with both hands. One grabs her breast roughly, squeezing it as her pussy clenches and the other between her legs, rubbing insistently at her clit as she reached the peak of her climax.*

That's it. Cum for me, needy girl. Get what you came here for.

*with his hands on her body, roughly stroking her sensitive flesh, he slams his hips into her again and again, moving faster to heighten the last throes of her climax.*

That's it, Bell. That's a good girl.

*when he feels his own climax approach, he pulls out abruptly, grabbing the nearly empty Pina Colada glass, staying true to form, he dumps his cum into Bell's drink this time, replacing it on the bar before swiftly loosening the binds on her wrists then her ankles, taking his time to readjust her fashionable bikini.*

It was, in fact, a pleasure ringing you Bell. We'll have to do this again.

*perches on a stool, wrapping his arms affectionately around his newest mentee, nuzzling her neck in gentle aftercare.*

*looks back up at Scuttle and Brit.*

I can't wait until classes start.

*a big grin over Bell's shoulder.*

 

[Belladorma]

Bell purred at the nuzzle as she massaged her wrists. She grabbed her drink and stirred it with a grin on her face. "Count me in." She said before giving her drink another pull and shivered with the new taste. "I know i have a lot to learn and i'm excited to do so." For a few seconds, Bell pondered something and then grinned. "And a thought, is it really humiliation if one get's off on being watched?"

 

[LitShark]

(I should let you know I'm new to te world of BDSM, but i am more than willing to learn. Main reason i even found this site actually.)

Don't apologize. No excuses needed-- you did exceptionally well. I'm not an easy Dominant to please, ask anyone. I also tend to push things as far as I'm able.

You never faltered. I'm impressed.

But I must be taking my leave soon. It's just after 4 here, the sky will be going blue any minute.

*embraces Bell again and kisses her neck gently.*

Thanks for being such a studious pupil.

*rises and runs his fingers gently through Bell's soft hair one last time before leaning across the bar to Kiss Brit tenderly while she languishes in Scuttle's attention.*

Until tomorrow Brit, I still owe you one.

*a courteous nod to Scuttle.*

Take good care of them. Until next time.

*takes the last slice of watermelon with him on his way out the door.*

 

[LitShark]

Bell purred at the nuzzle as she massaged her wrists. She grabbed her drink and stirred it with a grin on her face. "Count me in." She said before giving her drink another pull and shivered with the new taste. "I know i have a lot to learn and i'm excited to do so." For a few seconds, Bell pondered something and then grinned. "And a thought, is it really humiliation if one get's off on being watched?"

For this you may need to attend my "external gaze" lectures, but the short answer is yes.

You my dear, are a humiliation slut. You just never knew it until now. Enjoy the pool, weather and company. I know I have.

*leaves for real*