This is the alternate ending to Debs' Fantasy https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/716007#message_15360960
Debs considered the key in her hand, remembering her thoughts in the bath. Going back into the other room she picked up her phone and text Steve with the word 'flogger' Going over to the biker she sank to her knees and presented him with with the complete keyring. Lifting her to her feet he gestured to her to get undressed. At this point the door opened and Steve came back into the room. She removed her blouse and skirt followed by her bra and thong. as she went to start removing her stockings the biker shook his head and leading her to the side of the room place her hands and shoulders flat against the wall. With his boot he moved her feet apart and away from the wall. He felt between her legs and unlocked the padlock. She nearly came on the spot at the feel of the mix of leather and warm skin touching her lips but managed to control herself. All this time Steve was taking photos knowing that she would want a record of what was happening. The the biker stood close behind her, his hands roaming over her shoulders, under her arms and over her breasts and stomach. One hand reached down to cup her pussy the other sliding around over her hips and ass down to the flesh above her stocking. One finger started to slide between the lips of her cunt, the edge of the leather occasionally catching her clit. God she was wet and horny, the feel of his leather jeans pressing against her ass, if she didn't come soon she thought she was going to cry.
Meanwhile Steve was getting out the cupping set, she groaned as she knew from experience the effect the horrid little suction cups would have on her nipples and clit. Left on for long enough they would leave her super sensitive for days meaning that she couldn't wear a bra, jeans or trousers (and sometimes knickers) to work for the next week. If only the others in her office knew!
Cups were attached to both her nipples, the air sucked out with the small vacuum pump from the set. Suddenly she felt a sharp sensation as he attached the last cup to her clit and she came. "Shit" she thought, knowing what would happen now. Steve laughed "I don't remember giving permission for that". The biker stood back and undid his belt and pulled it out of the loops in his leathers. The sound of the buckle being undone and of the belt pulling through the loops made her pussy flood, Such a small thing but it always did it for her "ouch" she yelled as the first blow fell. Soon they were doubling up and a rain of blows fell on her rapidly reddening bum. "This isn't so bad " she thought "I can take this" but as her ass warmed up the blows got harder and soon she was up on her toes, sobbing and pleading with them to stop.
Suddenly they stopped. "How many is that" asked Steve and she realised she had forgotten to count. Shit and double shit she thought "twenty-five?" she tried to bluff. Steve laughed "Not even close, now you are going to get ten more from each of us" The blows were slower but a lot harder, each coming as the pain from the preceeding one was receeding. Her ass (and pussy) was on fire. "nine, ten" she screamed as the last two hardest blows fell. "We are going to the bar for a chat" said Steve "Stay right there till we get back" She slumped against the wall, "bloody orgasm" she muttered to herself after they had left "if I'd known how much pain it would cost I'd have made it a good one and worthwile instead of a stupid little one that just took the edge off" The need to come had soon been ramped up again by their belts and she needed to come again more than ever. Her mind wandered to thoughts of themn removing the cups from her nipples, both taking a nipple each into their mouths, playing with them with their tongues and then removing the cup from her clit.................. shit, shit , shit this was making things worse.
Eventually Steve came back into the room alone. Taking a blindfold from their case he stood behind her. "The biker needs to take his crash helmet off" he explained "I know originally you didn't want to see him so I'm going to blindfold you. The choice is yours, if you want to take it off at any time you are free to do so" with that he fastened the blindold. Now turn around he ordered as she heard someone else enter the room. The biker (she still didn't know his name, and never would) pulled her to him, his gloved hands cupping her very red and very sore ass cheeks. "Come on girl" said Steve "You know better, thank him for spanking you" She sank to her knees, her hands fumbling with the button at the waist of his jeans and with the button fly. She reached in and pulled his rapidly hardening cock out of the confines of the tight leather jeans.....
(TBC)
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