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