PLAYING WITH YVETTE:
by Just Another Bloke
CHAPTER 5.
There was a soft knock on the glass door of my shop at exactly Eight
o'clock the following night. I sat on the desk where the young sluts I hire
from time to time work. The second knock was louder and longer than
the first. By Twenty past Eight Yvette was banging on the door so hard I
thought she was going to break the tinted glass.
I could see out but Yvette couldn't see into the shop. She looked pretty
good from what I could see of her . But by Eight Thirty she was almost
frantic as she banged on the door and looked up and down the street
nervously. I loved the desperate and confused expression on her face as
I made her wait and wonder what was going on. She actually looked
relieved when I finally opened the door.
I'd done some research on Yvette since our last date. I knew now why
she had taken the slut option so quickly; why she was so desperate not
to have those pictures circulated to a wide audience. I knew why, but I
didn't understand why. More importantly though, I knew now she would
do anything I told her to.
" You're late ! " I said angrily as I pulled her into the shop.
" I'm sorry......I was here...." Yvette was rather sheepish. Still a bit
embarrassed about getting herself off in front of me the way she did the
night before I guess.
" I don't want to hear your excuses slut." I said, as I sat back up on the
desk. "Now, give me a look at you, walk around and do a few little
pirouettes for me."
Her discomfort was obvious as she modelled her outfit for me. Her
movements were awkward and uncoordinated and her pirouettes were
embarrassingly clumsy.
" You're no Cat-Walk model are you Yvette." Actually she looked pretty
good. Her short dark hair was shiny and soft, she'd obviously spent a lot
of time doing her hair and putting on her make-up. She wore a very
expensive looking black evening dress with a modestly cut neckline
which offered just a glimpse of cleavage. The hem was quite short
though and the back plunged in a large 'V'.
" Basic Black hey Yvette. How predictable." I jumped off the desk and
walked up close to her. " Black dress, black stockings and black shoes.
Let me guess, your panties are........Red ?"
" No, they're black." She answered sarcastically. She was always a bit
aggressive at the start of our dates.
" Bend over the desk and lift up your skirt." She moved over to the desk,
lifted up her skirt, and lent forward until her tits were pushing down on
top of the desk. She wasn't very talkative.
I walked up behind her and ran my hands over her arse. " Very nice."
Yvette squealed as I pulled her panties down in one quick action leaving
her bare arse exposed. Then I walked around to the opposite side of the
desk and sat in the chair behind it, our faces just a few inches apart.
I took a small whip out from under the desk and held it up for Yvette to
see. It's called a 'cock-o-nine-tails'. It's basically a dildo with nine leather
strips about 12" long hanging off the end of it. Ideal for whipping a
woman in a confined space, such as the front of my shop.
Yvette became a bit bug-eyed when she saw it. I twirled it around in the
air letting Yvette hear the sound it made, and then hit the desk in front of
her face.
" Pick a number between 98 and 100 Yvette."
" 99......Sir." I really didn't like her attitude. She flinched and grunted
loudly as the whip slapped against her arse. She froze for a moment, like
a rabbit caught in a spotlight. Then her head suddenly spun around to
see who had hit her.
" Say thank you Miss." Kim yelled at her. Yvette looked back up at me,
her mind was racing. Her eyes pleaded with me not to let Kim whip her. It
obviously hadn't crossed her mind that I would let anybody else play with
her. Let alone another woman. I didn't say anything, I just stared back at
her, enjoying the look of horror on her face. Kim hit her again.
Yvette closed her eyes as her head slumped onto the desk and she said:
" Thank you Miss, please whip me 97 more times." She hadn't thanked
Kim for the first one, but I was in a good mood. The whip struck her
hard against her flesh again: " Thank you Miss, please whip me 96 more
times."
I hadn't let Kim whip another woman before, and she was really enjoying
herself. Her face was almost as red as Yvette's. And she kept reaching
up under her skirt and rubbing herself between the legs.
I made Yvette lift her face and look at me while Kim whipped her. I loved
the different expressions on her face. The orgasmic look as the whip
struck her, the helplessness in her eyes as she waited for the next one,
and the embarrassment as she thanked Kim for whipping her.
As the whipping continued Kim grew more and more aroused. Her skirt
was on the floor and her hand was down the front of her panties, each
blow of the whip seemed harder than the last.
" Thank you Miss. Please whip me 43 more times." Yvette panted.
" Wait." I said to Kim. " Not yet." I stood up and walked around behind
Yvette and discussed her bare red arse in great detail with Kim. I made
both women wait while I walked back and sat in the seat behind the desk
again. Yvette was holding onto the edge of the desk, her face was red,
her forehead smeared with perspiration. " Ask again, slut." I said, looking
into Yvette's eyes, just a few inches from mine; and say it like you mean
it this time slut or we'll start again. I hope you haven't lost count."
" Please whip the slut 43 more times Miss." Yvette panted breathlessly.
" Please Miss, I love it when you whip me, I love it when you whip my slut
arse, please whip my arse 43 more times Miss." She was really
overdoing it now. She obviously didn't want to start again.
Kim whipped Yvette with an intensity and a passion that can only be
shared between two women. When it was over, Yvette's head slumped
onto the desk. " Thank you Miss." She whispered, without being told to.
" Have you ever been touched by another woman Yvette?"
" No Miss." She answered quickly. " I don't like......" Yvette froze again as
she felt Kim's hands caressing her burning arse. Yvette's eyes were
begging me not to let Kim touch her. It seemed Yvette would rather Kim
hit her than touch her. But what Yvette wanted was irrelevant. She
closed her eyes as Kim's hands groped and grabbed at her.
Kim was rubbing her own cunt hard now, moaning softly as she caressed
Yvette's arse and thighs. I knew from the look on her face that Kim was
about to cum. " Stop playing with yourself and kiss her better."
Yvette's eyes sprung open, pleading with me again and Kim let out a
frustrated groan as she took her hands out of her panties and knelt
down behind Yvette.
I made Yvette describe everything Kim was doing to her: " She's licking
the cheeks of my arse where she hit me with the whip. Soft. She's licking
my arse softly, gently. It feels good Sir." Yvette didn't mean to say the last
bit. But the words just came out. She bit her lip nervously. Partly from
embarrassment at having said what she did, and partly from the sense
of arousal she felt as Kim caressed her arse with her tongue.
" Have you ever had a woman stick her tongue up your arse Yvette?"
" No Sir." She moaned. " Please don't let her do that." She begged me, a
sense of panic filling her eyes again.
" What are you Yvette?"
" A slut Sir."
" Whose slut are you Yvette?"
" I'm your slut Sir."
" And Kim's slut Yvette. Say it."
" I'm Kim's slut too Sir." Yvette moaned loudly as she said it. She
couldn't deny what was happening to her. I made her look into my eyes
and describe what Kim was doing to her again: " She's pulled the cheeks
of my arse apart with her hands." Yvette panted. " I can feel her tongue
on the outside of my arse hole. Licking the outside of my arse hole."
Yvette's face contorted with pleasure as she felt Kim's tongue against
her tight little arse hole.
" Her tongue's.....pushing......pushing against my arse hole. She's trying
to get her tongue inside me." Yvette's eyes were still locked on mine as
she let out a loud grunting sound. " Fuck!" She cried out. " Her tongue's
inside me now. Her tongue's up my arse. Pushing deeper inside my
arse......Oh God......She's fucking my arse with her tongue......She's
fucking my arse hole with her tongue......"
" That's enough Kim." I said, still looking into Yvette's eyes. " I think
Yvette has embarrassed herself enough for now. Yvette collapsed onto
the desk and Kim onto the floor.
" Please let me cum." Kim panted. " Let me cum with my tongue up her
arse...Please..." Kim was sprawled out on the floor, her panties around
one ankle, her legs wide apart, and three fingers thrusting in and out of
her soaked cunt. Her eyes were on fire, she's almost uncontrollable
when she gets like that. It was either let her cum or get the hose out.
" Alright Kim." I said. " But hurry up. Yvette and I are going out for
dinner." Yvette lifted her head up off the desk and looked at me with an
expression I can't describe, but I knew what it meant. " No Yvette". I
said smiling and looking into her eyes. " You can't cum."
Again I made Yvette describe what Kim was doing: " She's pulled my arse
cheeks apart again, and her tongue's pushing against my arse hole
again. She's not as gentle this time." Yvette was breathing heavily, and
finding it difficult to speak. She groaned loudly and her eyes rolled back:
" Her tongue's up my arse again. Moving around inside my arse again. I
can hear her fucking herself......I can hear the sloppy sounds her cunt is
making as she fucks herself." Yvette was close to orgasm too.
" She's pushed her tongue further up my arse now, but it's not moving
around anymore, I think she's going to cum.." Kim's screams of ecstasy
drowned Yvette out as her orgasm erupted inside her.
Yvette groaned loudly as Kim's tongue slid out of her. Kim was still
writhing on the floor like the slut on heat she was. She'd cum again if I let
her. I left Yvette bent over the desk, and walked over to Kim who was still
fucking herself like a wild thing.
" Get up !" I yelled at her. " Go home and fuck your husband for a
change." Kim smiled at me and made an almost growling sort of sound
as she licked her juices off her fingers.
But one thing about Kim, she does as she's fucking told. She got up,
pulled her panties up, put her skirt back on, straightened herself up a bit,
thanked me, and left.
Yvette was still bare-arsed and bent over the desk. She'd had several
minutes to wallow in the embarrassment she'd created for herself.
She had resigned herself to the humiliation of submitting to me, but she
hadn't anticipated having to endure the humiliation of enjoying it. She
didn't know herself very well. She didn't know what she was, but she was
finding out.
" Get up and tidy yourself up Yvette." She couldn't look at me as she
slowly stood up. Her sense of shame was too intense. " For someone
who has never had another woman's tongue up her arse you sure got off
on it Yvette."
" Yes Sir." She mumbled as she pulled her panties up. Not much of an
answer really. I considered humiliating her more by making her tell me
how much she enjoyed Kim's tongue up her arse. How close she was to
cumming. But the night was young. There were other things I wanted to
do with Yvette.
" Well, Kim's eaten, let's go have dinner. " I said, as I watched her
straighten her dress. " I told you to make yourself look as good as you
can. Is this it ?"
" Yes Sir." Yvette still didn't have a lot to say. What a timid little thing the
arrogant bitch had become. And she still couldn't look at me. The night
was turning out better than I had hoped.
" Well it will have to do then won't it. But I must say I'm disappointed. I
thought you would scrub up a lot better than this. Come on then slut,
you're taking me out to dinner remember. You brought money with you
didn't you."
" Yes Sir, I've got money." She finally forced herself to look at me and her
expression changed. She suddenly realised that she was dressed up like
she was going to an Opening Night at The Opera House, but I was
dressed in only old jeans, a T-shirt, denim jacket and sneakers.
I took a small strap-on vibrator out of my pocket and put it on the desk
" Have you ever seen: 'When Harry met Sally' Yvette didn't get it at first.
" Put this on." She got it now.
The vibrator is called a 'Ladybird'. The woman wears it like a pair of
panties, under her panties, if she's wearing any. It's held in place with
little black adjustable straps. The plastic part which vibrates is contoured
to sit snugly on the woman's clit. Two small wires run to a little flat plastic
box which holds the batteries and has a three speed switch on it.
I held Yvette's dress up for her as she took off her panties and strapped
the thing around her waist and crotch. Her cunt was soaked from what
Kim had done to her, but I was too much of a gentleman to say anything.
I didn't need to anyway. She was well aware of how wet she was." You've
done this before." I said smiling. Yvette didn't smile back, or say
anything. Her lack of response was starting to piss me off. " You've used
one of these before, haven't you slut!"
" No Sir, I haven't." She sensed I was losing patience with her. " I've seen
them in shops and catalogues Sir, but I've never used one." I helped her
thread the little plastic box and wires up under her garter and bra and
positioned it on the side of her left bra cup where we could get at the
little switch. I checked that the straps were tight, and that the vibrating
piece was positioned right on her clit. Then I turned it on low, a bit of a
test run.
I could tell from the look on Yvette's face that it was doing what it was
meant to do. " Is it sitting on your clit Yvette?"
" Yes Sir." She answered softly, licking her lips anxiously." It's...right on
my clit." I left it on low while Yvette put her panties back on and
straightened her dress. We could hear the little vibrator purring away
quietly under her dress, and under her panties; and from the look on her
face, Yvette could feel the vibrations, and liked the way they felt.
" You never told me if you've seen: When Harry met Sally?"
" Yes Sir, I've seen it." Her body was starting to respond to the
sensations of the vibrator on her clit. Her eyes had that look in them, and
she seemed to find it difficult to stand still.
" Alright Yvette, turn it off and calm down. You'll be making those
grunting noises again if you don't turn it off soon." Her face was that
familiar red colour. A combination of embarrassment and lust.
" Let's dine." I said, as I took her arm and escorted her to the door. " You
do smell good Yvette. ' Lou Lou' is it ?"
" No Sir. 'Poison'." Perhaps she wasn't such a dumb bitch after all.
Leo's is a crappy little beer and burger joint a few blocks up the road
from my shop. It's a hangout for prostitutes and losers. The perfect place
for Yvette. Even in my old jeans and T-shirt I was overdressed for Leo's.
Yvette opened the door for me without me having to tell her to, and
almost every eye in the place was on her as soon as she walked in
behind me. Not everyone noticed her straight away, but those that
hadn't were soon having Yvette pointed out to them by someone who
had.
I wanted Yvette where everybody could see her so I told her to sit at the
counter and order us some burgers and fries. People were staring at her
and making comments to each other as they watched her walk over to
the counter in her beautiful black evening dress.
" Would you like to see the wine list Madam." The slut behind the bar
asked sarcastically. " No thank you." Yvette spat back at her. " Two
works burgers with fries please."
" The Lobster's very good tonight." The guy sitting on the stool next to her
said, then he turned to his slut girlfriend and they nearly pissed
themselves laughing.
I walked up and sat on the stool on the other side of her and ordered two
beers. " Turn it on." Yvette sucked her lip into her mouth anxiously as
she discretely reached into the top of her dress and turned the little
vibrator on low. With all the noise in the place no one would hear the
little vibrator, but Yvette would feel it purring away against her clit.
The slut behind the bar returned with our drinks and gave Yvette a
strange look. Yvette had an odd expression on her face. " Do you like the
way it feels Yvette?"
" Yes Sir." She answered nervously. Then out of the blue, she looked at
me and said:" Why are you doing this to me?" What a fucking stupid
question.
" Why do you fuck yourself with dildos?" She looked straight into my eyes
and without any hint of embarrassment said: " Because I enjoy it." She
had her answer.
Yvette was getting restless on her stool by the time we finished our
drinks. Her face was glowing with passion again. This was going to be
fun. " Turn it up onto medium." I said without looking at her. She looked
around the bar nervously as she reached in and turned the little vibrator
up a notch. I could hear it now, just faintly, purring away between her
legs.
The food at Leo's is only marginally more appealing than the whores who
ply their trade there. We ate in silence. I wanted Yvette to hear what was
being said about her, she was the centre of attention in her beautiful
black evening dress. And the way she was squirming around on the stool
attracted a fair bit of attention too. Actually, Yvette didn't eat anything,
she seemed somewhat distracted. She was hanging onto the end of the
bar and wriggling around on her stool. And she was making strange
noises every so often.
When I'd finished my burger I looked at her and said: " How's your arse
Yvette ?" " Sore, Sir." She panted in a desperate voice. She couldn't hold
on much longer. The slut behind the bar came up to collect our plates.
Yvette buried her face in her hand, she knew how she must have looked,
what the expression on her face meant.
The slut behind the bar looked at Yvette's untouched burger. "
Something wrong with it?" She asked in a terribly common voice. Yvette
couldn't answer.
" She's not feeling herself at the moment." I said smiling. The slut
waitress didn't get my little joke, but Yvette did.
Suddenly Yvette started making very soft grunting noises, her body went
all tense, and then she let out a long soft sigh. " Can we go now?" She
asked looking over at me, a slightly different expression on her face.
" No." I hate it when women fake orgasm, and Yvette wasn't even very
good at it. " Turn it up onto high. And don't ever try and deceive me
again." Her hand was shaking as she reached into the top of her dress
and turned the little vibrator up onto it's highest setting. I didn't have to
strain as hard to hear it now. Yvette looked at me, a desperate look.
" Would you like to sit in a booth Yvette?"
" Yes please Sir." She moaned softly, her body rocking slowly backwards
and forwards on the stool. " We would have if you hadn't have tried to
deceive me slut." Yvette whimpered loudly and buried her face in her
arms on top of the counter.
" Is she alright?" The slut waitress asked from down the end of the bar.
" She will be in a minute." Yvette was rocking faster on the stool now,
rubbing herself against it, pushing the vibrator harder against her
swollen clit. " Oh God no." She moaned softly.
She had the full attention of everybody in the bar when she climaxed.
She couldn't hide what was happening to her. She was grunting too
loudly, and sliding around on the stool too much for people not to notice
and not to know what was happening. Someone even pulled the plug on
the Jute-box.
She grunted loudly as her orgasm stopped as quickly as it had started.
She didn't get a round of applause, but the audience had enjoyed the
show she'd put on.
" Can we go now please?" She asked without looking at me.
I knew someone would say it, it was so predictable, but it needed to be
said I guess. A very ugly old slut of a thing in a booth near the door
looked at Yvette as we opened the door and said: " I'll have what she's
having."
We walked out, leaving a murmur of comments about the slut in the
stupid dress behind us. I'm sure Yvette called me a bastard under her
breath as we walked outside. "Can I turn this thing off now?" She asked,
with the face of a woman who had just had a great orgasm. Where was
the gratitude?
I took her back to my shop and allowed her the privilege of sucking me
off. She'd obviously sucked cock before, but she wasn't very good at it. I
ended up holding her by the hair and fucking her face. Fortunately for
her, she had the good sense to swallow my cum without being told to.
I gave Yvette her receipt: she now had three red marks tattooed on her
arse and there were only two to go, I was enjoying playing with Yvette.
