Halfway There, Part Five
“So, which breast you want bruised, then?” Flint asked. He likes to punish people for hesitation, I’ve noticed, so I blurted out that I wanted the left one bruised for the sake of avoiding any additional pain than what I was already getting. He cocked a brow. “Left, huh? Wow. Usually people don’t have an answer to that. But you’re just like, fuck this one.” He grabbed my breast in his hand and shook it for emphasis.
He’s got this thing called a rute stick that he uses rather often, and it’s absurdly painful. It looks like a bunch of long matchsticks looped together with a band. On the breasts, it hurts like crazy. I was crying out fairly quickly, making uncomfortable pained eye contact with Lida as I was getting hit.
Flint must have seen me looking at her, because he gestured for her to come over. “Lida, sit on her face,” he ordered. She did, straddling my head and lowering her pussy onto my face. I leaned up and started licking, but nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Flint push the hitachi against my bare clit.
I am way too sensitive for it without a barrier, and I was just about to scream feeling it against my unprotected pussy. “Hey!” I exclaimed, “I…I can’t do this when you do that.”
“Then you’d better get back to work,” Flint said, moving the hitachi to a more comfortable area, where it actually felt pretty fantastic, “or I’ll put it back where it hurts."
Lida, already sensitive from Macy’s attentions on her pussy, was squirming on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned against Lida’s pussy, focusing as best as I could on eating her out despite the vibrations between my legs.