This story is part 2, immediately following "Absolutely Yours",and is Alice's further adventures. They are part of the ongoingseries of Alice stories I have been reposting here over the last 3 -4 weeks.
As for offensive, yes, it probably is. But to outline all the offensive bits would be to give away part of the plot.
Vermillion --Alice Goes For A Walk
"Now, Jon," you said, "she's ready to go out. Where shall wetake her?"
I was on my hands and knees in the middle of Jon's living room. I still had my short skirt on, and underpants, but sandals, shirtand bra had been discarded a while ago. It was the addition of abright pink collar and leash that had given my lover the sensethat I was now ready to go out. It was a hot summer night, and Iwasn't shivering from the cold, but from feeling exposed, andfrom being stirred up inside. This was only the second time Jonhad been included, and it was apparent that he was enjoyinghimself. I hadn't asked or even implied, that I wanted to playwith him. Clearly my lover had made a decision to let anotherman use me. Part of me thought that I ought to be upset by this,but mostly it turned me on. Once I would have been, but thingshad changed.
Over the last few months, I had reached a new place in my headwhile playing these games. I was finding that I could just letgo of something dwelling inside of me. I no longer worried aboutwhat this meant to me, or why I wanted to do this. I gave up onbig questions, on trying to figure out what I needed or what Iwanted. I let my gut reactions of embarrassment and humiliationwash over me, leaving arousal in their wake. Those feelings onlymade me want more of my lover, and to let him take as much of meas he wanted. A thought that had gone through my head severaltimes was along the lines: "he's gently, each time, pushing at mylimits", but there wasn't much gentle about how we were playing. So I stayed on hands and knees, and I tried not think about goingout. Still, it was hard to avoid those big glass doors in frontof me.
Jon had sat down on the couch, next to me and was fondlingmy breasts. More gently now than earlier, but it wasn't theintensity of the touch that pulling hard on me. I stood verystill and thought about the fact that it was another man's handstouching me. It wasn't that it was just another man, I had hadmany lovers, male and female over the years. It was the scene. I hadn't played with anyone for a many years, until my lover andI had carefully begun this part of our relationship a year ago.
For me, no really, for us, the domination and submission was partof the trust that underlay our love. While Jon and I werefriends we had not had anything approaching a sexual relationshipbefore this. He was married, happily and quite monogamous. Iwasn't sure what he wanted out of these games with me. I knewthat he was no stranger to bondage or discipline, but I had noidea of what he would do to me, with me. My lover had, inessence, said to me "do this, do it for me, I don't ask, I tellyou". And I so knelt while another man caressed my naked breastsand talked about me as if I was there only for his pleasure.
"Out?" Jon asked, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Out onthe porch?" I was still sufficiently anxious that the porchactually sounded pretty tame to me.
"Oh, no, I mean Out, out. Down the street. Walking the dog. Displaying the body". I stood very still. "Actually, she's notquite ready. Lets get her into pants, to save her knees". Howthoughtful, he's worried about my knees. He grabbed my gym bagand pulled out a pair of old grey sweats. "These will be easy toput on" and tossed them to Jon. Standing behind me, and leaningover, he reached his arms around me and unbuttoned and unzippedmy skirt. This was not a development I had thought of. I amalways worried about looking heavy, and I knew that on hands andknees, with my ass up in the air, was not a flattering. Helifted on leg at a time, as he pulled my skirt off, leaving methere in lace underpants. I didn't know which was worse for me,feeling my ass exposed, or the visible wet spot.
Jon had not taken his eyes off of me, and now rested a hand on myshoulder. He slowly ran it down my back, as if stroking his dog. My eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. "Hand me those sweats",my lover said, as he worked each foot into them. He drew them upslowly over my legs, touching me softly on the back of my thighs. He tightened the drawstring and stood up. "Let's go". I closedmy eyes and took a deep breath.
There are two ways that dogs walk with their masters. There areeager dogs that bound ahead, pulling their owners after them. Onthe other hand there are hesitant dogs who follow behind. Thatwas me. We walked out of Jon's house, and down the steps, whichare long, and therefore difficult on hands and knees. I don'tthink I have been so acutely aware of my breasts since I was ateenager. I could feel them bouncing underneath of me with eachstep down. I didn't move very fast, and once or twice felt astrong tug on the leash. Neither man said very much, and I hadno idea of how much they were watching.
Jon lives on a long street that gets used as a cut through in hisneighborhood. Its not a main street, but it can get busy. Thereare houses only on one side, and woods on the other. When we gotto the sidewalk, Jon said "Well, which way?", and got the reply"oh, lets just walk a bit". The two men turned towards thebusiness area, walking side by side, with me behind. I feltignored. There wasn't a lot of foot traffic but several carssped by. There lights flashed on me, quickly, but I couldn'ttell if anyone could see me. I was putting most of my energyinto walking on all fours. It was easier, of course, not tothink about it at all.
My lover stopped, and turned around towards me. "Alice, are youdoing OK?" he asked. I nodded, as he reached around to stroke mybreasts. I didn't think they could get harder, but my nipplesresponded immediately to his touch. I heard a car slow and pullover to the curb behind us. I tried to hold my arms in front ofmy chest, as I sat back on my heels. I couldn't exactly squatlike a dog, but this seemed good enough. I hunched over toprotect and hide my chest.
"Alice, if you sit like that, I will tie your arms behind yourback". I let my arms drop to my sides.
My lover looked up expectantly as a door opened and voicesreached us. I couldn't look, and kept my head down, but all ofthe sounds seemed to reach me in great clarity. I heard feet hitthe ground and indistinct words in male and female timbers.
"Hi", a female voice, young, as steps came closer, "We, uh, justnoticed, uh.."
"Oh, please do come and see my pet", as a hand stroked the backof my head, gently at first, then grabbing my hair, hard, anddragged my head up. The steps came closer, and I could see outof the corner of my eye a figure bending down.
"Wow, she doesn't have a shirt on, that must be against the law". It was the voice of a teenaged boy. The girl just giggled.
"Would you like to touch her?" my lover asked. The boy wasrocking back and forth on his feet, not sure at all about thisnegotiation.
"Can I touch her, uh, her, tits?" I tried to remember how I feltabout sex at that age, and couldn't.
"Sure" my lover said to him, and to me "Alice, sit up straight,hands behind your neck, again". I did, and got a glimpse of theother two. Very young. Teenagers. I hoped they weren't thechildren of anyone we knew, I hoped that this wasn't going to bea lot of trouble later. And then I stopped thinking about thingslike that, as the guy reached an awkward hand and squeezed myright breast. People touching, people watching. My nipples werepainfully erect.
"Uh, wha, look at that" the girl said, barely able to get towords out between gasps and giggles, "look at that, there's a,uh, a ring on her boob, uh, through, uh, in her boob". The boystopped touching long enough to look at my other breast. "Oh,that must have hurt to get that done" said the girl, saying whatwas probably the first thing that came to her mind. It was atoss-up as to which of them was more surprised. The boy reachedout to touch the ring, totally entranced.
"Go ahead", urged my lover, "she likes to have the ring playedwith". I thought that I was inured to being spoken of in thethird person, since he had been talking about me to Jon allevening. But I found that talking about me like that to thesetwo young people was reopening feelings of being used.
The boy reached out and twisted the ring a little. "Harder" saidmy lover. "Hurt her". The girl stared at him in amazement andstarted to say something, but never got beyond gasping andstuttering. The boy pulled harder, and pulled my nipple out asfar as it would go. Tears squeezed out of my eyes and I moaned. My eyes slitted open to see my tormentor. The first layer wasconfusion, but something like pleasure sat behind his eyes. "You people are very very weird" said the girl. "Come on, Mike,lets get out of here". But Mike was clearly too fascinated toleave immediately. He pulled on my ring again, and the girlstarted tugging on his arm. He pinched at my nipple and grabbedat my other breast. "I want to go", she said "I don't think thisis fun". Reluctantly he let go, and turned.
"Well, Mike" my lover started "I'm going to have to finish yourjob" and he slapped my right breast, hard enough to make me losemy balance. As I fell I noticed the boy turning around to watch. I was pushed, face down, over a low railing in someone's yard. "Jon, hold her arms down". Jon stepped over the railing, intothe yard and grabbed my arms, and smiled into my eyes while hesupported me.
My lover yanked the sweats down, and then the underpants. Therewas certainly enough light to see what was going on. Bent over,all I could see was Jon, and I couldn't hear the couple. Ididn't really care, I knew what was coming. I received only a dozen open-handed blows, enough to warm and redden my ass but notmuch more. My pain was being nearly naked, outside, with aneager unknown audience watching my punishment.
I heard the girl gasp, again, and say "Mike, really, I WANT to gonow". "No, let me watch this, its wild". But the car doorslammed a few feet away, and a minute later the engine revved. Iwondered what would happen to the young couple's relationship.
When Jon pulled me up, it was just the three of us standingthere. I tried looked around, quickly, for other people. "Onyour hands and knees, Alice, I didn't give you permission foranything else". I pulled up my clothes and scrambled down ontothe ground. Jon bent over to retrieve the leash and gave a tugon it.
"Ready? Where shall we go?" he asked, grinning. "Not so fast"said my lover, "Alice, did I give you permission to put on anyclothes?"
"No, Sir" I replied.
"Then take them off", and I pulled down the sweats and pants tomy knees again. "No, Alice, off, all the way off". Jon, stillin front of me, saw my face. This was hard, this was going to beembarrassing. I pulled them off and handed the clothes to Jon. I was totally naked in a part of town where I might run intopeople who knew me.
"Bend over" said my lover's hard voice, "bend over the rail andspread your legs apart". I did as I was told, aware of how muchutterly ludicrous I must look. I felt some relief in having myhead hidden. "Jon, come here, around the back, I want you towatch". Watch what? Jon moved to where he could get a goodview.
"Look at her cunt, she likes this". My blushing was pointless,no one was looking at my face. My lover stroked my labia with awarm, dry finger. "Head down more, Alice, its hard to see". Iobliged, hoping for more. Moving my head forced my hips uphigher. I balanced myself with my hands on the ground. Hisfinger traced a circle around my clit, and I tried hard not tomove my hips, but I wanted that finger on my clit. "Ah, watchthe slut move".
I couldn't help but groan, as he smeared my juices over my entirecunt. His finger moved on, past my vagina and probed into my nowslick anus. Here I was, outside, naked, bent over someone'srailing, and all I wanted was to be stroked, caressed, touched,somehow, until I could come. The frustration I felt was gettingbe incredible.
"Please, Sir", I tried to ask. Two fingers were shoved into myass, hard. "She talks out of turn, Jon, amazing". The fingerstwisted inside of me, and spread apart like scissor blades. "Sheneeds a lesson". The fingers inside of me savagely held me open. I heard a rustle of zipper and clothing and then felt his cockforcing its way into me. It seemed larger than usual, but mywhimpers of pain were ignored. My lover grabbed my breastsbrutally and pulled upwards, forcing me to arch my back and halfstand up. The rough material of his pants abraded my warmed ass. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jon watching us. Ididn't care if he saw me being fucked, all I wanted was to bepermitted to come. The power of my lover's strokes increased,slamming my thighs against the railing. Fingers from one handpinched my labia, and pulled my cunt open. "Nothing, nothing" hegrunted at me, "nothing is going to rub on your clit. This is.not. for. your. pleasure. Mine, all mine". And with the lastword he pulled me close in a spasm, bending me to fit his bodycontours. For a moment, being pulled close to him was the onlything I wanted in the universe. But the agonzing throb in myclit returned.
I was nearly in tears. The fucking had been powerful and pulleddeep inside, but I wanted, needed more. Then more softly, Iheard him say with pleasure, "Ah, Alice, Alice". He bent meforward at the waist, but did not withdraw. "You are mostwonderful". I did not feel wonderful, I felt frustrated andhorny and exposed. He was clothed, I was naked. His still hardcock was in my ass, but my cunt felt tremendously empty. Heleaned down on my back and reached around to tweak my nipples. They throbbed, my clit throbbed. "And you, right now you woulddo anything I asked. Wouldn't you?" I nodded, although I wantedto plead with him. "Anything" I said softly, moving my hips veryslightly. His hands moved lower across my belly and pulled on mypubic hair from above and behind. "Oh, Alice, I know you, I knowwhat you need right now. And it makes me smile to think that Iwon't give it to you". With a small pop that I felt more thanheard, he pulled out of me.
"Now, sit on the rail. Spread your legs and show Jon your cunt". I kept my back to the sidewalk, but tried to turn my headsideways to look at him. "Open yourself up, I know you like it,my little bitch of a dog". He jerked on the leash around my neckto emphasize his point. "But don't come". I reached down andpulled open my labia on either side of my drenched vagina. Jonwalked around to the front of me and leaned forward to see in thedim light. I wanted him to look, even more I wanted him to touchme. My lover was right, I would have done anything to be touchedright now.
"More" Jon said. I felt full of shame, not in showing myself,but that that I wanted so much to show myself. So with my middlefinger I pulled my clit hood back, while the two fingers oneither side pulled my inner labia wide. I stuck two fingers intomy cunt and felt my thighs get wetter and sticker. I wanted tofuck myself, to touch my clit, but I didn't dare. I was ananimal in heat, totally in their control. I would come when theywanted.
"Ah, Alice" my lover said "in the face of terrible desire, youbegin to lose your inhibitions". And with that, he jerked on theleash, hard and pulled me back. "Get up, its time to go home."He grinned at me, and reached a finger into my cunt. He threwonly the sweat pants at me. "You can wear these going home, butdon't hide your breasts. I know you will do anything for me, butits not quite time for what I want". I only hoped that Jon wasas frustrated and disappointed as I was. Before tonight, Ihadn't though I could fuck another person besides my lover, but Iwould have fucked Jon or even the teenaged boy, at that moment,if it meant coming.
My lover and Jon started off ahead of me, going towards home at agood pace. I stayed a few steps behind, and to the left, andtried to keep my chest up. Occasional tugs at the leash weremore for my discomfort than anything else. My frustrationsubsided to a dull roar, but I didn't have much trouble keepingup, now that I could walk. I could hear low talk between them,but not make out the words. Finally a few words pitched for myears floated back to me. "Oh, don't worry, I'll give you achance with her," I heard my lover say. "But not when she wantsit so much. It will be much more fun to force her."
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