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By Liverpool Kiss



I had worked all night and now as the pale light of dawn started to penetrate
into my office I felt that I had accomplished what I had come to Melbourne to
do. I was involved in a small engineering project with a company in South
Melbourne that had their office on the south bank of the Yarra River. I had
toiled with the owners for three months, my brain their money and as the sun's
first crimson rays lit up the eastern sky I was putting the final details
together and thinking about breakfast.

As if reading my mind my assistant for the past three months came into my
office. Orla was the company's idea, she typed a thousand words a second,
which was infinitely faster than me, she knew the project almost as well as I
did, she had a dedication and drive that matched mine and she had nice tits.
Not that I ever saw them. We had kept our relationship strictly professional
and besides I was nearly fifty and Orla was not yet thirty.

'Coffee?' She asked

'No thanks.' I muttered, 'but in about ten minutes would you care to join me
for breakfast?' I asked.

'Sure that sound like a good idea.' And she about turned and ten minutes later
the two of us were riding the lift to the ground floor, we stepped out on to
St Kilda Road and walked briskly towards the river

For those who have never visited Melbourne your education is not complete. It
is my favourite Australian city which has managed to combine a 21st Century
sky line while still maintaining a big village feel. The South Bank has the
Crowne Casino that dominates but somehow lends itself positively to the
comfortable ambience of the dozens of caf''s and eatery that litter the banks
or the river. We found a small caf' that offered a table overlooking the
water, the early promise of a beautiful spring morning had changed lending
weight to the belief that in Melbourne you can experience four seasons in one
day. The sun had slipped behind a heavy blanket of cloud and a light breeze
had sent the temperature dipping making us wonder why we had thought that
breakfast on the river might have been a good idea. Orla was dressed in a thin
light blue blouse, she had left the office carrying her jacket over her
shoulder, she wore a black skirt that was hemmed an inch or so above her knee
and wore black stockings or tights. She donned the jacket and rubbed her hands
together.

'Do you want to go inside?' I asked.

'Let's give it a few minutes.' She replied, like a true Melburnian which she
wasn't. During the three months we had spent together I had learned little
about her, but I did learn that she was born in Ireland and had come out to
Australia as a young child. She wasn't a classic beauty, but she was not
unattractive; her hair was the colour of copper short, no nonsense, it covered
the tops of her ears and the collar of her blouse, her eyes were green and
lively, she had a button nose and a pouting mouth, cute would have described
her as a child, but I felt cute was not an adjective she would like someone to
use to describe her. She had a strong personality and I felt she offered a lot
more than she appeared to offer on the surface.

The waitress arrived after allowing us enough time to study the menu and left
with our orders.

'Thanks very much for all of you help.' I honestly told her.

'It was my pleasure,' she told me; 'I really did like having the opportunity
to work with you. I'd like the chance to work with during the next stage.' She
looked at me as I considered what she was saying.

We had completed the feasibility study; there was a long way to go. The
planning would be the next stage and that would involve travelling to South
East Asia as well as returning to Melbourne. I nodded absently not really sure
if she would be involved or not. She looked at me. 'I want to be involved and
not just on the fringe.' She said; there was an edge to her voice that I had
not heard before. I nodded

'OK.' I said in an attempt to defuse the situation before it went any further.

The weather returned to being a sunny spring morning again, the clouds
disappeared and the wind dropped and allowed us to enjoy our breakfast in the
sunshine. Orla removed her coat and we both talked lightly about the project
and our work, and I found myself being attracted to her more than I wanted to
admit. She had a lovely habit of touching me when she spoke her fingers
sometimes lingering a second or two longer than the previous touch. I found
myself touching her hand and by the end of our second cup of coffee I wanted
to take her back to my lonely hotel room. I called the waitress and paid the
bill and we retraced our steps past the Casino and up the steps to St Kilda
Road. I was staying at the Travel Lodge a fifteen minute walk from the Casino
and she walked with me until a taxi appeared. I was visibly disappointed when
she hailed he cab and she obviously noticed The taxi pulled up to the kerb.
She looked at me.

"Wanna come back to my place? 'She asked as if reading my mind. I was like an
adolescent school boy, being offered his first glimpse at sex.

'Oh yes please.' I replied a bit too eagerly, she grinned.

'Albert Park.' She told the driver and he sped off. She lived less than ten
minutes away just off of Canterbury Road overlooking the park. They arrived at
the address that she had given the driver and I was impressed with its
appearance from the road.

'This looks very nice,' I said as I paid the taxi driver.

'it's not mine, I rent it with my boyfriend.' She told me as she headed
towards the front door.

'Boyfriend?' I asked

'Yeah, I could never afford the rent on my own.' She told me without any other
explanation. We walked to the lift and waited for the car to descend to the
ground floor.

'And your boyfriend; what does he think about you bringing men home?'

She shrugged, 'I don't know you'll have to ask him.' She said looking me
straight in the eye, inviting me to kiss her. Which I did.

'I'm confused,' I confessed as we waited for the lift.

'What do you find confusing?' she asked.

'You did invite me back here to have ... er ... sleep with you. Right?' The
lift doors opened and we entered and Orla pressed a button and we rode the
lift to the seventh floor.

'I hope sleep is not the reason you have come here this morning.' She said
with a mischievous grin, and reached up to give me a reassuring kiss.

The lift arrived at the seventh floor and in a couple of seconds we were
outside her apartment; the hall and lobby were carpeted and the building had
all of the trappings of an expensive apartment block and everything seemed
very different from our working environment. She opened the door to her
apartment and led me down a short passageway into the main living area, a
lounge and open plan kitchen that led out to the veranda, the doors were open
and a light breeze stirred the lace curtains, the room faced east across
Albert Park and the morning sunshine added light and warmth to a perfectly
female setting. The open door invited me to wander out on to the veranda and
look across the park.

'This would be perfect for the Grand Prix,' and I said to myself but Orla was
right behind me.

'We sub-rent this place for $3,000 a day during the Grand Prix week,' she told
me as she wrapped her hands around my waist, but we haven't come here to look
at the view have we?' And she led me towards the bedroom. All the time the
thought that the boyfriend might wander in on us was a bit like having a big
white elephant in the room, but she seemed completely at ease with having me
in her bed so I decided to enjoy myself. She led me into the master bedroom, a
large room that also had a veranda that over looked the park, Orla closed the
heavy curtains and started to get undressed.

'I need a shower badly,' she said as she started to unbutton her blouse.

'Can I join you?' I asked as I pulled off my shoes. She removed her blouse and
dropped it into a wicker basket

'I hope so.' She said as she undone the zipper on the side of her skirt, it
fell in a heap at her feet; she wore a matching powder blue bra, panties and
suspender belt. I didn't want to stare, but it was impossible not to, she
quickly unclipped her bra at the front and her beautiful breasts tumble out;
she sat on the bed unclipped her stockings and peeled them off one at a time,
very aware that she had my undivided attention, she slipped her thumbs under
the spaghetti straps of her panties and in a couple of seconds she was naked
and padded into the shower, leaving her underwear in the wake behind her. I
fumble and stumbled after her not able to believe I was not dreaming. I joined
her in the shower my erection bouncing before me like a springboard, she took
some soap and washed my knob and stroked me to a full erection she ran the
face cloth between my legs and found my arsehole and she surprised me by
inserting her finger into me, she kissed me and returned her fingers to my
cock and stroked me some more. It had been a while since I had last had a
woman I had been in Melbourne for 3 months and I hadn't enjoyed the company of
a female since arriving I had enjoyed a couple of nights in Bangkok on my way
to Melbourne and wondered if paying for it counted, the Thai girls were
skilled and managed to convince me that I was an excellent lover, but now in
Orla capable hands I really wanted to impress her with my skills, but I never
got the chance. Orla wanked me so efficiently she took me past the point of no
return before I could prevent the ejaculation.

'Oh God,' I blurted as I blew my cum all over the glass shower door. Orla
laughed humiliating me even further.

'Oh dear ... ' she mocked, still holding my wilting penis 'I thought you might
have lasted a little bit longer than that.' She said giggling. I felt so
stupid, so inadequate.

'I'm sorry.' I managed after a few seconds.

'So am I,' replied Orla, unable to hide her disappointment. She turned off the
water and picked up a big bath towel and returned to the bedroom and left me
dripping and useless in the cubicle. A minute or so later I followed her into
the bedroom and was surprised with what I saw. Orla had dried herself and was
standing beside her dressing table she was adjusting a strap-on dildo harness
that she had just pulled over her hips; she wore a tiny pair of black satin
knickers with thin spaghetti straps that stretched over her hips. Her breasts
were pert her nipples hard and erect.

'What are you doing?' I asked.

'I'm going to fuck you. You've had your orgasm, you're not going to deny me
mine are you? She asked her contempt for me obvious; I didn't know what to
say, so I remained silent and dried myself.

'Get on the bed and wait for me.' Orla instructed. Things had gradually
slipped out of my control since arriving and this latest development had me as
the fucked rather than the fuck-er, and I didn't know how to reverse what had
happened, I meekly climbed on to her bed and waited for her. She joined me a
few seconds later. She took complete control we kissed and I sucked on her
delicious nipples but she turned me on to my stomach and I felt her offer her
dildo up against my sphincter muscle, I felt the greasy head being pushed
against me. Orla was whispering in my ear, 'relax, relax and let me in,' she
softly whispered; and slowly she forced her dildo into me and slowly at first,
very slowly, but she penetrated me, forcing her 'cock' into me, easing my arse
cheeks apart slipping deeper and deeper, millimetre by millimetre, until her
cock was sliding easily into me.

'Good boy, good boy,' she whispered as she eased the dildo into me, and then I
felt the harness against my cheeks and slowly she withdrew the dildo and then
she started to fuck me. Slowly at first and then as she got into her rhythm
long thrusts that drove the air out of me. Harder and fast until she was
pounding the thing into me and I lay beneath her unable to be anything other
than an accessory as she fucked me. She stopped for a few seconds and jumped
out of bed and went to her dresser and selected a bigger dildo.

'This one will make your eyes water.' She laughed, 'it has a gorgeous vibrator
too.' She got back on top of me and forced the twelve in cock into me. She had
loosened me up and now she would enjoy me, and thrust the big cock into me and
laughed at my protests and she pushed the thing deep into me. I moaned like a
whore as she thrust the cock deeper and deeper into me.

She started to enjoy herself; pulling me into better positions that suited
her. She pushed me on to my back and put my knees over her shoulders and
fucked me, long and hard. She stared deep into my eyes as she fucked me with
long hard thrusts that made me moan she grabbed my wrists and held me down;
she looked at me as I melted beneath her. All of a sudden I realised that I
was becoming her fuck toy. Her bitch and she smiled as she read my thoughts.
Things between us would never be the same she had conquered me and we both
felt the power exchange at the same time and I no longer resisted and fell
under her complete control. She approached her first orgasm. She turned on the
vibrator and she slowly erupted as the first waves washed over her, she pushed
the dildo deep into me until I could feel the harness the vibrator that made
me shudder as Orla positioned it over her clitoris and the sensation pushed
her towards her first shattering orgasm. She was unaware of me; she was caught
up in the wonderful indulgence that men would never experience. I don't know
how many she enjoyed, far more than that single fleeting moment that I enjoyed
in the shower.

She pulled the cock out of me, it made an ugly slurping sound as she rolled on
to her back and left me lying beside her feeling used and useless. We both lay
in the semi darkness of the bedroom, we were silent; nothing needed to be
said, and I made a move to get up and leave.

'Where are you going?' She asked.

'I think it's time I was on my way.' I offered.

'You are going nowhere until I tell you to. Get your head down between my legs
and give me oral perhaps your tongue will last a bit longer than your cock.'
She scolded.

And I meekly obeyed. I removed the shit stained dildo, and pulled down her
panties and set about trying to redeem myself in her eyes. I found her
clitoris and gently massaged it with my tongue and I ran my mouth along her
labia and around to her anus.

'Kiss my arse.' She instructed, 'get used to it.' I obeyed and kissed and
licked her anus. 'Push your tongue in there I want to feel your tongue inside
me, I tried to obey her and slowly forced her sphincter muscle open, I was so
absorbed with the task I never heard anyone enter the room, Orla locked her
legs around my neck holding my head firmly in place, when in a second my arms
were forced behind me and a knee was forced into my back I felt handcuffs snap
around my wrists , then someone grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back
Orla released me from her leg lock and I was dumped unceremoniously onto the
bedroom floor. Orla got out of bed and stood naked over me and beside stood a
blonde woman I had seen around the office.

'You know Lisa don't you?' Orla asked. I did, but it hardly seemed the place
for a formal meeting. Lisa squatted down beside me allow a brief glimpse up
her skirt. She produced a collar and quickly and roughly fastened it around my
neck.

'I wondered where you were.' Orla said as she pulled up her knickers, 'I've
been receiving his not too tender touch a bit longer that I wanted to;
fortunately his cock has the staying power of the thirteen year old.'

'Sorry I took so long,' Lisa explained, 'but you know what it's like, once I
get Paul all naked I can't help myself.' she laughed.

'Where is he?' Orla asked.

'In the spare room,' Orla padded across the room and Lisa snapped a leash to
the collar and tugged me. 'Come on.' And bewildered I crawled across the
bedroom, and followed Lisa towards the door. She led me down the hall to the
next bedroom, it was a small room with no bed, the heavy curtains were drawn
and the room was in semi darkness it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust
and when they did I saw a man tied to the wall on my right, he was naked his
legs were tied wide apart, and his arms were tied above his head, Orla stood
beside him stroking his cock and bringing him to a full nine inch erection.

'This is a cock.' Orla mocked, 'this is what a man uses to satisfy me. Come
over here and have a good look.'

'Hang on what is going on?' I asked; knowing full well what was going on. 'You
brought me back here to have sex with you, and ... .'

'And since you are incapable of maintaining an erection for more than thirty
seconds, sex won't be happening will it? You had your chance to be a man for
me, and failed miserably, I don't give men too many chances to impress me,
there are too many waiting in line, your oral is painful, you have a tongue as
course as sandpaper and your technique is laughable, all you are good for is
to be used for my amusement. Fail me here and I get Lisa to make a phone call
and we will have you selling your arse at a gay bar in Fitzroy Street before
lunch time.' Orla stood in front of me; she wore just a tiny pair of black
lace panties. She released his cock and it bounced in front of him like a
spring board.

'I want you to suck him off. I want him to blow his cum across your face and
down your throat. Lisa and I are going to have a cup of coffee and by the time
we return I want to see his cock down your throat. Don't disappoint me. Do you
understand?'

I nodded.

'I didn't hear you. Do you understand?' She repeated.

'Yes.' I mumbled.

'That's 'yes Mistress Orla.'' Orla corrected.

'Yes Mistress Orla.' I replied in a strong clear voice.

'Good boy.' She mocked, and the two women left me kneeling in front of a nine
inch erection.

'Don't underestimate her,' Paul said. 'Both Mistress Orla and Mistress Lisa
have a way of getting what they want. If they want you; they will take you and
there is little that you can do to stop them. I know.'

'It's alright for you you're the one getting his cock sucked.' I snapped.

'You don't think I've been where you are?' he retorted.

'I've never sucked a cock before.'

'Join the club. You'd better start Mistress Orla, is used to getting her way
and believe me it's a lot less painful if she comes back to see you sucking my
cock believe me.'

I believed him. I knelt in front of him but, I couldn't do what was required.
And a minute later the two women entered the room.

'What did I ask you to do before I left this room?' Orla wanted to know.

'You wanted me to suck his cock.' I replied.

'So why isn't his cock in your mouth?' Orla asked.

'Please Orla ... ..' She slapped me hard across the face.

'Mistress Orla. You will address me as Mistress Orla. I asked you a question
why isn't his cock in your mouth?' She stood directly in front of me, naked
except for the tiny lace panties. 'Kick him Lisa. Make him wish he had never
been born with balls.'

'Kneel up,' Lisa ordered. I knelt to my full height and I sensed Lisa behind
me. I waited for a couple of seconds before Lisa delivered a kick that lifted
me off of the carpet; I crashed head first into Paul and collapsed at his
feet. Lisa squatted beside me and tied a rope around my balls and yanked hard
on the rope. I squealed in pain as she pulled me away from Paul.

"PLEASE MISTRESS LISA!' I squealed.

'Please what? Please kick my balls harder?' She demanded to know. Lisa was
dressed as if she had just come straight from work; she wore a navy blue
business suit the skirt was hemmed just above the knees, she removed the coat
as she stood over me and rolled up her sleeves, she looked quite formidable
and I seemed unable to prevent her from doing whatever she pleased. Orla
watched as Lisa hauled me across the carpet by my balls, I tried to crawl and
stumble to my knees Lisa kicked me hard again. I let out a sharp gasp as
crashed against the wall. I rolled into the foetal position bringing my knees
up to protect my balls, but Lisa easily forced me on to my back and
effortlessly prised my knees apart, and she dropped her full weight onto my
balls, her knees slamming into my unprotected balls. I screamed in pain.

'STOPLEASELISSTOPPLEASE!' I begged, I was completely at her mercy, 'I'll suck
his cock, I'll suck his cock,' I gabbled as I rolled in agony scared to touch
my tender balls afraid that an inspection might reveal permanent damage.

'Of course you will, I never doubted for a moment that you wouldn't be eating
his cum before we were finished with you,' said Orla, 'but you are going to
suffer for us first.'

Orla squatted between my legs and grabbed me by the balls and squeezed. Lisa
sat heavily on my face stifling my screams as Orla ground my tortured balls
together. I writhed and struggled under Lisa but she held me easily, she
pinched my nipples between her thumb and fore fingers and squeezed Orla dug
her nails into my tender flesh and gouged my balls I screamed into Lisa's arse
my muted screams were music to their ears as I begged to suck Paul's cock.
Orla squeezed my balls together then punched them; once, twice ... . three
times ... ... four times ... ... .. five times ... ... . six times. I was
crying under Lisa's bottom.

'PLEASTOPPLEAAAAAAGH!' And they released me Lisa got up and Orla let go of my
balls. Lisa grabbed the cord that was tied around my balls and she yanked hard
on it .

"On your knees,' Lisa yelled dragging me across the carpet as I tried to obey,
tears dripping from my cheeks as I hopelessly tried to obey their orders. I
stumbled to my knees and kissed Orla's feet.

'Please stop ... .'

'Shut the fuck up and crawl over there and put his cock in your mouth. Now.'
Orla commanded. I immediately turned around and shuffled across to Paul, whose
cock had wilted a little. I knelt before him.

'Kiss his balls.' Orla instructed I tilted my head and gently kissed his
balls; no hesitation at all.

'Kiss his balls again tenderly this time, tenderly and slowly; it's your
lover, not your aunt.' Orla demanded. I obeyed. 'Run your tongue along his
shaft all the way to the knob and kiss his knob.' I did as I was told, I
gently ran my tongue along the length of his erection that was now fully erect
and kissed his purple circumcised knob.

'Plant an open mouth kiss on the end of his cock.' I did.

'Now suck his cock.' And I took him in my mouth.

And that was when the camera made its first appearance. Lisa got in really
close making sure there was no mistaking as to who was sucking on what. I felt
my hand cuffs being release. 'Use your hands; make me believe you are enjoying
yourself.' And I did my best to be as enthusiastic as possible and Lisa ran
the movie camera.

'You tell me when you are ready to cum.' Orla told her boyfriend, I don't want
to miss a single drop. Take all of his cock, all of it you cocksucker. You are
my cocksucker. Tell me what you are?'

'I'm your cocksucker Mistress Orla.' I heard myself say.

'Don't talk with your mouth full. Tell me again louder.'

I removed his cock from my mouth. 'I am your cocksucker Mistress Orla.' I
repeated.

'Good boy and don't let anyone tell you anything else.' Orla mocked, Lisa
catching everything. 'Deep throat him, swallow him; I want you to feel his
balls bounce of your chin ... .that's it ... good boy ... good boy.'

'Please Mistress ... ... ?'Paul asked.

'What?' Orla asked.

'I'm about to cum Mistress Orla.' Paul mumbled.

'Ask for permission to cum.'

'Please Mistress Orla may I have your permission to come please ... .' He
asked.

'Suppose I said no. What would you do then? Orla asked.

I took his cock out of my mouth.

'Did I tell you to stop?' Orla asked.

'No Mistress Orla.'

'Put it back in your mouth until I tell you to do otherwise.' I did as she
ordered and continued to suck Paul's cock.

'Well suppose I said No.'

He erupted before he could answer blowing a massive wad of semen against the
back of my throat I gagged and chocked on his ejaculation; I coughed and
somehow his cum ran out of my nose, I released his cock as he spewed another
volley of cum into my eyes and hair. The women laughed as I coughed up his cum
and snorted it through my nasal passage.

'Swallow it. Don't spit it out. Swallow all of it.' Orla demanded. 'Put his
cock back in your mouth and suck his balls dry. That's it, that's it suck him
dry, you dirty little slut.' I could hardly see my eyes were full of cum and
semen continued to dribble out of my nose and down the side of my face. Lisa
caught all of it.

Orla grabbed me by the hair and yanked me out of the way. 'Who gave you
permission to come?' Orla demanded to know of Paul. 'Who?' She shouted at him.

'I'm sorry Mistress Olga, I ... . '

Orla took a couple of steps back and kicked him viciously in the balls; I
heard the sickening splattering sound that announced she had hit the intended
target perfectly. Paul let out a scream that sounded like a child or a women's
cry, Orla looked him for a second and repeated the punishment the second
report sounded exactly the same as the first but Paul barely uttered a murmur;
and hung limply from his ties. I sat on my heels, head bowed, cum trickling
from my eyes and nose, completely discussed with myself, but unable to change
anything.

'Do it again, this time you will cum when I tell you to cum, and you will obey
me to the letter. Do I make myself clear?' Orla demanded to know.

'Yes Mistress Orla.' We meekly replied in unison.

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