Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 19:26:48 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: News at Six

News at Six by Laura  Lynn Davis, M/F, F/F, Bondage

"Welcome to Channel Six News at Ten, I'm Ellen Winters.  Craig DuBois has
the night off. In the latest developments  ...."
I did the news alone that night for the first time since  I'd become an
anchor and I enjoyed being the sole anchor. And, for the first  time, I did the
news with a butt plug in my ass and firm clamps on my nipples.  Hanna Arno
was there to do sports and after introducing her I relaxed for a  moment.
Hanna is nearly six feet tall, a striking woman with black hair and a  smooth
olive complexion. Her eyes are so dark they also appear to be black. Her
features are too strong for her to be truly pretty but she's a strikingly
attractive woman.
I've known her for nearly a year and I've been her slut  for the past six
months. I'm five seven, slender, blonde, and pretty. I look  like the
cheerleader I was in high school and college - all American and  wholesome.  As I
waited for Hanna to  finish I wondered what the viewers would think if they
saw me the way I'd be an  hour later - dancing nude at Emma's, my identity
protected by a leather  hood.
I was married when I arrived at Channel Six to co-anchor  the six and ten
p.m. news with Craig, the handsome gray-haired veteran. I was  twenty-eight
at the time and starting to realize that a long distance marriage  wasn't
going to work. My husband, Eric, was still working in Denver, a long three-hour
 plane ride away.
Craig fucked me less than a month after I arrived. He  came into my
dressing room one night after the broadcast and backed me up  against the wall. He
pulled my skirt up around my waist, ripped my panties off,  and fucked me
hard while I whimpered and moaned. I came twice before he shot his  load deep
in my cunt. When he was done he pushed me to my knees, wiped his cock  with
my hair, and left. He paused before opening the door. "Don't bother wearing
 panties in the future. No pantyhose, either."
My affair with Scott lasted for nearly three months. He  never said he
loved me and I was grateful for that. It was just hot, hard sex.  Usually in my
dressing room after a broadcast. A couple of times I gave him a  blowjob in
the parking lot, between our cars. It was dangerous but that's what  made it
exciting. Once, during a blizzard, I sucked his cock right outside the
back door of our building. He made me strip naked and kneel in the snow while I
 sucked him. I loved it! My nipples ached from the cold as I took his cock
deep  in my throat. When he came, he held my head and made me swallow every
drop of  cum.
My marriage was over before Scott finally broke off with  me. I didn't mind
because I was ready for something new too. Scott began fucking  the new
weather girl, Marissa. She's a cute little redhead and Scott's still  fucking
her.
I was celibate for nearly two months. My only relief came  from my fingers
or Big Tom, my vibrator. I didn't use Big Tom much because I  didn't want
to become dependent on him.
In late March, Hanna came into my dressing room after the  ten p.m.
broadcast one Friday night  and said, "Let's stop for a drink. Follow me when we
leave."
I shook my head and said, "Not tonight, I'm too  tired."
She smiled and slapped me. "I wasn't asking. Follow me or  you'll regret
it."
I followed her across the river, past the university, to  a small bar
called Emma's. She collared me right there in the parking lot but  not until
after she'd slapped me into submission. She also put the leather hood  on me to
hide my identity. She cuffed my wrists behind my back and snapped a  leash
onto the collar and then she led me into the  bar.
We found a small table in the back of the room and Hanna  arranged two
chairs so that we were sitting side-by-side, our backs to the wall.  Before we
left the station I'd gotten changed. I was wearing a denim work shirt,
jeans, and boots. After ordering drinks, Hanna casually unbuttoned my shirt and
unhooked my bra. She fondled my tits openly and nobody seemed to pay much
attention. They were more interested in a tall college student who was
dancing  nude on top of a table.
The only way I could drink my drink was through a straw.  Have you ever
tried drinking straight vodka through a straw? It's a quick way to  get drunk.
After a few minutes Hanna took my boots off then she had me stand up  while
she removed my jeans and panties. I sat there, sipping my drink, while she
stroked my thighs. I was shocked to realized that I liked being stripped in
public.
After our second round of drinks arrived, Hanna removed  the handcuffs long
enough for me to finish stripping. Then she put them back on.  I sat on her
lap, moaning with pleasure, while she masturbated me to orgasm. By  the
time we left we both knew that I was her slut for as long as she wanted  me.
I had second thoughts the next day but Hanna took care of  that by taking a
strap to my bare ass until I was sobbing, begging her for  mercy, promising
to be a good girl. We were in a soundproofed editing room with  the door
locked when she whipped me. My ass was still sore when I sat down to do  the
six p.m. broadcast.
Now, six months later, I'm comfortable being Hanna's  submissive
girlfriend, her slut, her whore. I'm close to coming out publicly but  she wants me
to wait. So I'll wait.
In July, we went to Province Town, on Cape Cod,  for a week. I enjoyed
being able to live openly as her girlfriend. She took me  out every night for
dinner and dancing. We spent most of our days on the nude  beach near Race
Point. The only body hair I have below my waist is the fine  downy hair on my
thighs. I felt more naked after she shaved me. I found it  exciting to know
that my bare vulva was visible to all. Hanna's right, I'm a  shameless
exhibitionist.
On our second day in P_town she had my nipples pierced  and fitted with
delicate gold rings. It was done by a pretty college girl with  numerous
piercings of her own. Hanna shaved me that night and the next day had  my labia,
clit hood, and clit pierced. She stood and watched, gripping my ankle,  while
the girl worked on me. I was nude of course. It hurt because Hanna wanted
it to hurt, wanted me to cry.
Two nights later, I danced nude in public for the first  time. It was at a
private party in a beach-front cottage. It was hot and the  cottage wasn't
air conditioned. I danced until the sweat was pouring off my  body. I
remained nude for the rest of the party. A pretty college girl fondled  my tits
while she and Hanna talked about music. When the college girl asked if  she
could try me I froze, waiting for Hanna to answer. She smiled and nodded,  "
Sure, just have her back in an hour."
The girl took my hand and led me toward the back door. I  glanced back at
Hanna, pleading with my eyes, but she just smiled and shrugged.  The girl
took me outside and led me to another cottage just up the beach. She  fucked me
with a strap-on and I came quickly, confirming, in my own mind at  least,
that I'm a born slut.
We did each other with our tongues, in the class  sixty-nine, and that was
even better. Her cunt had a tangy, salty taste that she  swore was due to
the fact that she was a lifeguard and spent a lot of time in  the water. She
brought me back to Hanna after a little more than an hour of  great sex. She
wanted to do me in the ass with a strap-on but when I refused she  smiled
and didn't force me. Her name was Claire and she was just  nineteen.
Later, while Hanna and I were laying in bed, I told her  everything that
had happened. Two nights later, we ran into Claire in a  restaurant. She was
alone and when she came over to say hello, Hanna invited her  to join us.
Later, over coffee,  Hanna smiled at Claire and said, "I understand you wanted
to fuck Ellen in the  ass."
Claire nodded. "Yes, I did. But she  refused."
Hanna sipped her coffee, nodding. "You made the right  decision. If you
still want to fuck her in the ass you may do so. But I want to  do the same to
you."
I thought Claire would refuse. She sat there in silence  for at least a
minute. Then she nodded and whispered,  "Okay."
We went back to our cottage and had a couple of drinks.  Then we all
stripped down and I greased my anus with K-Y jelly while Clair and  Hanna watched.
I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room when Claire  eased
the strap-on into my virgin ass. Hanna sat in front of me, cross-legged,  and
fondled my tits while Claire fucked me. Then Hanna moved around beside me
and stroked my clit with the tip of her finger. My orgasm was incredibly
intense  and I chanted, "Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes." I chanted it over and over
again as my  excitement built. When I came I screamed in pleasure and collapsed
on my  belly.
They both stroked and fondled me until I came down and  was ready to
continue. I greased Claire's anus for her while she wiggled and  moaned.  She was
too embarrassed to  do it herself. I pushed my finger inside to make sure
she was well-lubricated.  Even my finger was a tight fit so I knew her ass was
virgin, just as mine had  been. I sat in front of her, cross-legged,
kissing her and rubbing her shoulders  while Hanna eased the dildo into her tight
little  asshole.
When it was all the way in I began to play with her big,  firm tits. I
enjoyed listening to her moan and mutter soft obscenities while  Hanna fucked
her. After a while she looked at me with hooded eyes glazed with  lust and
whispered, "Play with my cunt. Please." Instead of masturbating her I  got
down on my back and licked her. She came with an explosive rush, grinding  her
vulva against my mouth as her orgasm peaked.
Later, Claire and I licked each other leisurely while  Hanna sat and
watched, sipping a glass of French Merlot. She rubbed some on our  cunts, which
made it all the more enjoyable.
Hanna turned thirty a couple of days ago and it was  traumatic for her. She
was a total bitch for several days before and my ass took  the brunt of her
anger. I found it hard to sit and do the news on the night  before her
birthday.
We went out to lunch on her birthday and I dressed in a  pretty silk slip
dress, black, that fit quite snugly, making it obvious to one  and all that I
had nothing on underneath. I had a band aid on my left shoulder,  high up,
and told Hanna that I'd been stung by a  wasp.
Hanna was grumpy all through lunch but I could tell that  she was pleased
by the fuss I made over her and she loved the diamond studs I  gave her.
After lunch we drove over to a quiet little spot by the river. I left  my
sandals in the car and we walked down a path to a small clearing near the  water.
I stood facing her and slowly removed my dress. Then, I sank to my knees
and licked her hand. "I'm yours forever. Please pull the band aid  off."
She crouched and removed the band aid. I heard her take a  deep breath as
she read the words tattooed there - Hanna's Slut Forever.  She laughed and
cried and kissed me over  and over, her tears falling on my bare tits.
That was three days ago. Tonight, to celebrate my first  broadcast as solo
anchor, she's taking me to Emma's where I'll dance nude and be  publicly
whipped for the first time. I think I'll go without the hood. I  want everyone
to know that I'm Hanna's slut.

The End