"Chock your stocking sews!" Karla yelled. "If you let them get out of line, you go over again fuck, you learn so slow."

Frantically Aurora checked her stockings. The scams were already put of line and the fall of the carpet had wrinkled them badly. She pulled them straight and Karla checked her again.

"Good," she said. "Now bend back over, let me finish this and we can get started."

Aurora broke into more sobs as she was bound to her ankles. It was accompanied by Lulu's moans and screams as she came, heaving on the desk top, her body trembling as the man fucked over her.

"Oooohhh! Sir!" Lulu groaned. "Oooohhh, Sir! That's wonderful, ooooh, do it Sir, don't stop!"

She squealed with delight as his pistoning cock-rod heaved in even harder, lifting her feet right off the carpet, holding her there while she screamed with delight, her cunt sucking and jerking on his massive fuck-rod.

The tip of the whip handle pushed at the very entrance of Aurora's pussy. She screeched with disgust and tried to get away.

"Do you want another six strokes?" Karla snapped.

"No, Madame. No!" Aurora cried, the agony still running out from her whipped ass.

"Then sit still!"

Aurora forced herself to do as she was told, her legs squeezed together as she tried to stop her trembling. In fact, Aurora had never been very wet at all, and the leather handle hurt as it pushed in.

"Hold still," Karla said as Aurora's trembling legs swayed under the horror she was enduring.

The whip handle pushed right in, working to the top of Aurora's cunt, and thrusting around while Karla slid her finger over Aurora's ass and down to the tight ring of ass muscles that trembled in sympathy to the invasion of her cunt.

"Hmmm, no virginity to worry about," Karla said, "and your ass reacts well, we shall have to develop that. Tell me, do you fuck many men?"