Big Girls Do Cry Copyright 2003 by Fox (writerfox@fastmail.ca) IT WAS JUST A LITTLE TEAR. A tiny spot of saline fluid, not big enough to be considered a drop, welling up from inside a duct just beneath the orb of the eye. It was involuntary - she would not have formed it if she had control. The tear grew rapidly, seemingly instantaneously. It gathered size, and then, when the duct could no longer hold it, it slid out into the cool air of the room. I watched as the tear peeked up from the tender pink skin in the corner of her eye. It slowly wended its way forward, and then burst forth to slide down the rounded smooth flesh of Maliia's cheek, leaving a trail of glistening fluid behind. It was just one little tear. But it was enough. Well, almost enough. Maliia cried out in pain as my pony whip cut a cruel swath through the air and left a red welt on her naked haunch. I laid a second stripe just centimeters below the first. My little pony Maliia had disappointed me. I wanted more tears. And I would have them. I stepped before her as she stood in her bondage. With her head tilted back as it was, the tears - for now there were several - dribbled down her cheek toward her ear. I stepped closer, close enough to feel her hard nipples press against my chest, her firm flesh against mine. "Maliia, my little pony", I whispered softly. "Why did you disappoint me so this afternoon?" She moaned a reply, but the leather gag muffled her, rendering her incoherent. I licked a salty tear from her face as I slid my hands down her firm buttocks to the moist warmth between her legs. Holding her tight against me, I gave her ass a resounding smack. Maliia cried out again. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. The judges had scored her poorly in the dressage competition. My little pony Maliia did not lift her knees high enough, nor kept her head erect enough, they said. After all my training and encouragement, too! Clearly, Maliia needed to be taught a lesson. Her arms were locked behind her in a single glove, elbows touching. The bondage thrust her small breasts forward in a most enticing way. I had tied her long black mane into a pony tail, then, using a small leather braid, tied the pony tail to the top of the armbinder. This pulled her head back, raising her chin, exposing that beautiful soft throat. I so enjoyed kissing and nibbling that stretch of warm brown oh-so-vulnerable skin! She balanced precariously on one slender foot, supported by a 5 inch heel. I had raised her left foot high by running a strap beneath her leg and around the middle of her back. Cinching it tight, her left knee was pressed into her middle, just below those perky breasts. To ensure she would remember to raise her knees high, I had placed a second strap around her thigh and ankle so that they touched. A rope, one end attached to a ring in the ceiling, the other tied to the armbinder and leg straps, kept her upright. Of course, she had to do a lot of balancing, too, especially as I whipped her ass, right thigh, and breasts. And I had whipped her, too. I knew Maliia to be a proud little pony, one who sometimes fought the reins. It was very important that I impress upon her now who was the Master. That first tear said that she was learning. It was a start, but the lesson was not over yet. That gorgeously rounded bottom I so loved to caress was criss- crossed with angry red welts from my pony whip. Every time I slashed at her right thigh, she gasped and wobbled in her bondage. Her knee almost gave out when I slashed her inner thigh, the tender flesh not accustomed to the burning kiss of the whip. Her breasts had not escaped my attention either. I had flicked at her nipples, causing the gold chain attached to her nipple rings to jangle. The soft underside of her little beauties are particularly sensitive, I discovered. And now I paused in my handiwork. Maliia had been tied thus for quite some time now. Perhaps the tears spoke to her willingness to submit; perhaps not. Truthfully, at this point I really was not too concerned either way. Migod she is beautiful! I thought as I admired this lovely creature in bondage. I placed my hand upon a breast, caressing it, squeezing the delightful flesh as I leaned forward to place a kiss on Maliia's exposed neck. "I see somebody's been up to no good," came the woman's voice from behind me. I raised my head. "Maliia, this is my friend Xue Lan," I said without turning around. "Maliia, greet my friend properly as a little pony should." Xue Lan laughed as Maliia whinnied like a pony. "Good girl," I said, stroking Maliia's flank. "Mistress Xue Lan is going to continue your training while I go run some errands." I kissed my little pony on her cheek, then turned to my guest. I folded my arms around Xue Lan in a warm embrace. "She's all yours," I said. "I'll be gone for an hour or more, so have fun. And don't do anything I wouldn't do". I felt a female hand in crotch fondling my male hardness. "I can see there's much you would like to do," laughed Xue Lan. She gave me a knowing squeeze. I smiled. "Perhaps the three of us can get together later," I proposed. Chinese eyes crinkled and sparkled. "Perhaps", she smiled. I turned back to Maliia. "Be good, little pony." Maliia's eyes were wide as she realized I was turning her over to a stranger. As Xue Lan stepped closer to her new plaything, I left the room. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ ALMOST TWO HOURS had passed before I pulled my car back into the driveway. I noticed that Xue Lan's silver boxster was still parked in "her" spot. We were no longer partners in romance nor in business, yet remained lovers and friends. She was a frequent guest and still claimed a parking space. I smiled as I walked up the front steps. I well knew Xue Lan's tastes, and could imagine what Maliia had been experiencing. And would yet experience. And then, there was my suggestion of a menage a trois to be considered, too. Every man's fantasy: two beautiful women, and I had a few ideas involving leather, rope and rubber, too! As I opened the door, I could hear Xue Lan's voice coming from my downstairs playroom. Apparently she was still amusing herself with my disobedient little pony. With eager anticipation, I headed down the stairs. I almost came in my pants! Xue Lan was working her magic on little Maliia, and the results were electric! A light sheen of sweat glistening on her supple body, Xue Lan stood before her captive. She was wearing her favourite domina's outfit - latex stockings clinging like a lover's kiss to slender legs, a leather corset pinching that already perfect shape into an hourglass, ripe breasts rising and falling with every breath, nipples brown and hard. Her beautiful hair, naturally inky blue black, had been died to an auburn shade that complimented her exotic oriental looks in a way that no occidental could hope to mimic. Turning at the sound of my entering the room, Xue Lan glanced back over her shoulder and blew me a kiss. I admired her magnificent ass as I walked over. The thought of touching, kissing, tonguing that rounded flesh made me even harder. As tasty as Xue Lan was, what she had done with Maliia was truly a feast for the eyes. "Well little pony," I said, taking one of Maliia's tender breasts in my hand. And they must be tender, for a tiger striping of pink welts adorned each. The nipples were swollen, obviously sore. Maliia moaned at my touch. "I see Mistress Xue Lan has been taking good care of you, yes?" Maliia grunted her confirmation of my assessment as best she could, for Xue Lan had kept her gagged. The bondage, while simple, was quite creative and very effective. Standing, Maliia had been placed with her slender back to a wooden frame. She had to rise on tip toe in order to straddle the wooden "saddle" that protruded from between her legs. I noticed that Xue Lan had generously provided some padding over the harsh wood - I hoped Maliia appreciated the kindness. Maliia's arms were passed over and then under a wooden bar, her wrists tied to strategically placed rings just behind her back. Cotton rope circumnavigated her chest several times. It was tied off to the wooden frame, pulling her backwards, securing her in place. More cotton rope had been passed around her arms just above the elbow, then pulled tight, drawing her elbows close enough to almost touch. The ends of the rope were then tied off to the wooded frame. Maliia's upper body was effectively immobile. I don't know whether Xue Lan had begun the whipping discipline she so loved to administer before or after raising Maliia's feet from the floor, tieing them off behind the frame. Not that it mattered to me. I wondered if a butt plug had been used, for I noticed the wooden support nestled between Maliia's ass cheeks. If so, she would be very uncomfortable! Maliia was covered in sweat and tears and fiery red stripes. Mascara was smeared all over her face - obviously big girls do cry. I felt a tapping between my legs. I felt a hand around my waist, sliding between the buttons of my shirt, caressing my waist. Looking down, I saw Xue Lan's riding crop insinuated between my legs. I laughed as she rubbed it up and down my thighs. Her hand slid under my waistband, tickling my pubic hair. "Mmmm, giving a whipping makes me so very horny," she growled, nipping at my ear and nuzzling my neck. Xue Lan pressed her luscious body close. I could feel her hard nipples through my shirt. She grabbed my cock. "Take off your clothes." Maliia's eyes never left mine as I unbuttoned my shirt. Xue Lan began stroking my hardness from behind, sending shivers of delight and anticipation through my body. I unbuckled my belt, unfastened the waistband, and unzipped. My pants slid down my legs to a heap at my feet. Placing a hand on either side of my boxer shorts, I slid them down too. Using my cock as a handle, Xue Lan turned me to face her. I leaned forward and kissed her neck, slowly sliding my moist lips down her shoulder and collar bone to her breast. She threw her head back in pleasure as I suckled on her nipple - the hot, hard flesh felt so good inside my mouth. Xue Lan pushed my head down lower. I left a trail of kisses and nips down her flat belly, pausing to stick my tongue into her navel, teasing the tight button of flesh. She pushed my head down further. Crinkly pubic hair tickled my nose and chin as I sought out her innermost flesh. I could hear Maliia's whimpers of desire and frustration, to watch us make out while she was bound and helpless. I imagined her rubbing herself against the padding between her upraised legs. Perhaps she would find pleasure that way, perhaps not. I did not care, I was consumed with my own desire. I used my fingers to part Xue Lan's coral lips, freeing the hard rosebud of her clit. The little passion button sprang to life as I flicked it, first with my fingernail, then my tongue. Impatient, Xue Lan ground my face into her hot female centre. I licked and sucked hard on her clit, her labia. I stuck my tongue as far into her as I could, flicking it back and forth against the wet flesh. She was delicious, her musk filling my olfactory senses, her skin and juices tasting of fire and desire. Xue Lan thrust herself into my face. In her passion, as her climax hit her like a tsunami striking the shore, she struck me across the back with her riding crop. It must have hurt, but I didn't notice. I took her ass meat, one lovely cheek in each hand, and held her captive while I brought her to orgasm. "Oh-ohhhhh-ohhhhh!" she growled from above me, her body shaking with pleasure. My face was wet with a melange of Xue Lan's juices and my own spittle when I pulled my head away. Still holding those marvelous cheeks, I looked up. A deep throaty laugh of pleasure rumbled from within Xue Lan's chest as she leaned down. Taking my face in her hands, she kissed me, a long slow, hard kiss that felt like it could last for three days. "Your turn," she said, breaking off the kiss. She stepped back from my lover's embrace, leaving me on my knees, pants around my ankles. Xue Lan released Maliia's ankles from their bondage. Maliia's eyes closed as her high heels touched the floor. The wooden saddle ground itself into her. Xue Lan fiddled with some wing nuts in the frame, and moved the saddle to its lowest point on the frame. She placed her gloved hand in the fur between the pony girl's legs. Maliia moaned into her gag and thrust her hips forward. Not releasing the girl, Xue Lan looked over at me. She smiled. "Your turn." I stood, and stepped over to the two women. Xue Lan took me in her free hand, and guided me toward the cleft between Maliia's splayed legs. I needed no encouragement. Like a teenager in heat, I thrust my rigid cock into the hot, wet orifice. I began to move inside the captive slave girl, reveling in the sensations racing through my body. "Don't move," whispered Xue Lan in a husky voice. I stood still, wondering what she was up to. I soon found out. Stepping behind the wooden frame, Xue Lan took hold of my wrists and pulled me forward, pressing me against Maliia. I could feel her breasts flatten against my chest, a most delightful sensation! To my surprise, I felt my wrists being crossed, then rope being passed around them. In seconds I was tied to the frame, pinning Maliia beneath me. There were worse fates, I thought! Xue Lan pushed my legs together and tied my ankles. I felt Maliia's right foot being raised and tied just behind my right knee. The same thing was done with her other foot, crossing her right at the ankle and being tied off to my left leg. She was pinned to my cock like a butterfly on a board. I grew even harder, granite hard. When the riding crop slashed into my buttock, I jerked in surprise, burying my cock to the hilt inside my little butterfly ponygirl. "Fuck her, hard!" growled Xue Lan in a breathy snarl. She slashed her whip forward to punctuate her command. With painful pleasure, I obeyed, pounding myself into little Maliia. My little pony's eyes rolled back in her head as she mewled with pleasure and pain at the merciless fucking she was enduring/enjoying. She bucked as her own orgasm grew, pounding herself against me as I pounded against her, two waves flowing in opposite directions. "unnh" I grunted as I felt the seed race from its hiding places inside me to the straightaway of my cock. "UnnHHHH!" I groaned as I exploded in pleasure. "MmmmppHHH!" screamed Maliia as she exploded in pleasure. "Ahh!" exclaimed Xue Lan with satisfaction as she watched her two captives explode in mutual pleasure. "Whew!" I said as my hormones slowed their frantic pace. "Ah, Xue Lan, my sweet Snow Orchid, you have a wondrously wicked imagination!" I wriggled my hands so she would release me. I was eager to test Maliia, to see if she had learned anything from her discipline. A hand in my hair pulled my head back. "Silence slave, or I'll gag you!" hissed Xue Lan, her crop pressed against my Adam's apple. Uh oh, I thought. This was not what I had in mind when I suggested the three of us enjoy each other! But then, I've always thought that when opportunity knocks, you should answer the door. I looked into Maliia's almond eyes. The beautiful chestnut orbs were moist ... tears? could they be glistening from pleasure? "In fact, I WILL gag you!" I felt a rubber ball pressed hard against my lips. A pinch of my nose ensured my mouth would open, and it was in. To my surprise, Xue Lan unbuckled Maliia's gag. The pony girl flexed her jaw, licked her lips. Then she ran her tongue around my lips where they embraced the rubber ball. "You were right, Mistress," she said, fixing me with those dark eyes. "He will be fun to play with!" I blinked in wonderment. I swore I could hear an opportunity rapping at the door ...
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