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"Whispers of the Ranch/ The Brad and Sarah Chronicles"
"You know what we should do, Brad?" Sarah's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sipped her wine.
"What's that, darling?" Brad leaned in, his curiosity piqued.
"Let's have a whip fight," she said with a wink. "A naughty little game at your ranch."
Brad chuckled, intrigued. "Sounds like you've got a wild streak, Miss Adventure."
Sarah set down her glass, a grin playing on her lips. "You don't know the half of it," she murmured.
Brad leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I'm all ears," he said, his eyes twinkling.
"Well," Sarah began, a hint of excitement in her voice, "I know someone who'd be perfect." She paused for a moment, savoring the suspense. "Her name's Kimberly."
Brad raised an eyebrow. "Tell me more," he said, his curiosity growing.
"Kimberly's a few years younger than me," Sarah explained, her voice hushed and conspiratorial. "We met during an assignment, and let's just say we shared some... intense moments."
Brad's smile grew wider. "You think she'd be up for this?"
"Oh, she'd love it," Sarah assured him, her eyes dancing. "And she's quite the expert with a whip."
Brad chuckled, his gaze lingering on Sarah's full, inviting lips. "You're such an evil bitch, you know."
Sarah's grin grew wider. "Why, thank you, Brad. I'll take that as a compliment."
"Tell me more about this whip fight," Brad urged his smile a mix of excitement and skepticism.
Sarah leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "It's a game of submission and domination," she whispered, "where the winner gets to claim the others' body."
"And who decides who wields the whip?" Brad's voice had a teasing growl to it.
"We'll use a spinner board," she suggested, her mind racing with the possibilities. "Whatever number it lands on, that person gets to take the whip."
Brad's eyes darkened, a hint of desire swirling in their depths. "Intriguing," he murmured.
He pictured the two women, sweat glistening on their bodies, the crack of the whip echoing through the air as they fought for dominance. Watching them and then claiming the one who submitted made his pulse quicken.
"Where is this spinner board?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
Sarah giggled, standing up to reveal her toned body. "Inside," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Come, I'll show you."
Brad's mind raced with anticipation as they made their way to the living room, his eyes fixed on the sway of her hips.
"Here it is," Sarah said, holding up a velvet-covered board with a spinning wheel in the center.
Brad studied the board, noticing that the numbers 1 and 2 were repeated eight times each, with a blank space below. "What if we put the number of thrashings there?" he suggested, his voice low and seductive.
Sarah's eyes lit up at the idea. "Perfect," she purred, "It'll add a delicious element of unpredictability."
With a mischievous grin, Brad suggested, "How about we color-code it? Red for the back, blue for the front?"
Sarah's eyes widened with excitement. "I love it," she said, her voice thick with desire. "It'll make the stakes even higher."
With trembling hands, they placed the spinner board on the coffee table and sat on the plush couch, their bodies close enough to feel the heat from each other. The anticipation was palpable, their breathing shallow and quick.
"What type of whip would you use?" Brad's deep voice resonated in the quiet room, his gaze holding hers.
"A riding crop," Sarah murmured, her voice a soft caress. "It's versatile, and the sound it makes..."
Her voice trailed off as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "It's a sound that echoes through your soul," she finished with a whisper.
Brad handed her the phone with a knowing smile. "Why don't you see if she wants to?"
Sarah took the phone, her heart racing. She texted Kimberly, her thumbs moving swiftly over the screen as she outlined their plan. The seconds ticked by, each feeling like an eternity as they awaited her reply.
Finally, the phone buzzed with a response. "Kimberly's in," she said, her voice breathless. "She can't wait."
Brad's smile widened. "Excellent," he said, his eyes darkening with desire. "It's going to be hot at the ranch tomorrow, high nineties."
"Under the noon sun, perfect," Sarah murmured, her smile a seductive curve.
They decided to prepare for the whip fight the following day, their excitement growing with each passing minute. Brad suggested they keep the rules simple: first, to submit or reach their chosen number of lashes would serve the victor's desires.
The next day at Brad’s ranch, they set up a makeshift arena under the scorching sun, buzzing with anticipation for Kimberly’s arrival. When she pulled up in a dusty jeep, her curly blonde hair in a ponytail, Brad and Sarah admired her toned figure in a tight tank top and shorts.
Brad stepped forward, extending a hand to Kimberly. "Welcome to our little game," he said with a smirk, his voice a rumble of authority. "Sarah's filled me in on your... talents.
I'm looking forward to seeing them in action."
Kimberly took his hand, her grip firm and confident. "Likewise," she purred, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, what are the rules?"
"It's simple," Brad began, his voice stern and promising. You each get a number painted on you."
Sarah and Kimberly looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "Where do we get these numbers?" Kimberly inquired, her voice a sultry purr.
"Right here," Brad said, pointing to a bowl filled with small pieces of paper. "You each pick one."
Sarah and Kimberly exchanged glances, the tension between them palpable. They each selected a piece of paper and unfolded it, revealing their fates.
"Looks like I'm number two," Kimberly said with a wink, her 38D breasts bouncing slightly as she spoke.
"And I'm number one," Sarah said, her eyes narrowing with determination.
Brad took the riding crop from the table, its leather tail caressing the air as he twirled it around his fingers. "Remember," he said, his voice a seductive growl, "I spin the wheel, and wherever it lands, you get that many lashes from this."
Sarah and Kimberly nodded eagerly, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. The wheel spun with a whirr, resting on the number Blue two-three. Brad's gaze flicked between them, his smirk growing as he handed the crop to Sarah. "You're up first," he said.
Sarah's smile was pure challenge as she stepped towards Kimberly, the crop poised in her hand. "So blue is your back, and you get three thrashings," she purred. "Are you ready, bitch?"
Kimberly's eyes glinted with excitement as she turned around, her back taut with anticipation. She bent over slightly, presenting her curvy form to Brad and Sarah. The cool leather of the crop kissed her skin, leaving a delicate trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Sarah took a deep breath, her arm raising the crop with surprising strength and grace. The first strike landed with a sharp crack, painting a vibrant red line across Kimberly's back. "More," Kimberly urged through gritted teeth, her body quivering with desire.
Brad's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the scene unfold. "Yes," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. "Show her what you're made of, Sarah."
With each stroke, Sarah's arm snapped repeatedly, the crop leaving a fire trail across Kimberly's skin. The crack of leather on flesh filled the air, punctuated by Kimberly's guttural moans.
"Again," Kimberly panted, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. Brad spun the wheel with a grin, watching as the colors blurred before stopping at Red two-four.
Sarah's hand hovered over the wheel, her eyes alight with excitement. "Frontal four, it seems," she murmured, licking her lips.
Sarah took the crop from Brad, her gaze locked onto Kimberly’s erect nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt. "Looks like you won again,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Brad watched intently as the two women faced off, their bodies tense with anticipation. The first stroke of the crop against Sarah's chest was a delicate caress, eliciting a gasp that was almost a moan.
"Harder, Kim," Brad growled, his voice a low command. "That bitch wants it."
Kimberly's eyes flashed with understanding as she swung the crop with more force, the leather biting into Sarah's skin and leaving a vivid welt. Sarah's gasp was a sweet symphony of pain and pleasure, her breasts heaving with each exhale.
The third strike was a precise hit, the tip of the crop wrapping around her right nipple, tearing the fabric and drawing a bead of blood. Brad's cock twitched in his pants at the sight, his hunger for the unfolding scene growing more intense.
"Again," he barked, his voice a whip crack of its own. Kimberly's smile grew feral as she raised the crop, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. The fourth blow fell, and Sarah's body arched with the impact, her breasts thrusting towards the heavens, the pain and pleasure melding into a symphony of sensation.
Brad's hand reached out, his fingers closing around the cold plastic bottle filled with salt water. He knew it would feel like fire and ice against their flushed skin. He handed it to Kimberly with a smirk, watching as she took it in her firm grasp.
Sarah's eyes widened as she felt the stinging of the liquid dribbles onto her welts, the sting making her gasp. Kimberly's touch was gentle but deliberate, and the salt water mixed with sweat and pain created an intoxicating sensation cocktail.
"Fuck," Sarah breathed, her voice strained and needy. "That fucking burning like shit." She glares at Brad.
"Good," Brad said, his eyes gleaming. "It's just a taste of what's to come."
Kimberly's hand hovered, the bottle poised above Sarah's reddened skin, a sadistic smile on her lips. "Ready for more?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
"Yes," Sarah hissed, her eyes never leaving Brad's. She wanted to show him she could take it, that she was the dominant one here.
Brad nodded, a smug look on his face. He knew he had her right where he wanted her.
"Let's keep going," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Sarah nodded, her breaths shallow. "Spin the wheel," she urged, her eyes gleaming with pain and excitement.
Brad's hand moved with the precision of a maestro, setting the wheel in motion once more. The colors danced before them, finally stopping at Blue two-four. "Looks like you're next," Brad said to Kimberly, his voice thick with anticipation.
Sarah stepped back, her chest heaving. The saltwater mixed with her sweat to create a tantalizing sheen. "You've got this," she whispered to Kimberly, her voice filled with encouragement and challenge.
Kimberly's eyes flashed with determination as she bent over the bench, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. Brad stepped up behind her, the leather-wrapped handle of the crop feeling warm and heavy in his hand.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.
Kimberly's body quivered as she nodded, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. The crop hovered over her drenched thong, the fabric clinging to her arousal like a second skin.
"Perfect," Brad murmured, his gaze lingering on the damp spot where Kimberly's thong met her thighs. He knew she was more than ready for what was coming.
The first strike of the crop landed with a sharp crack. The blue tail painted a vivid line across the pale flesh of Kimberly's thong. She let out a strangled cry, her body jolting forward.
"Good girl," Brad praised, his eyes glinting with pleasure. He noticed Sarah's eyes widen with a mix of shock and arousal, and he knew she was eager for him to do the second strike.
"Now, spread those legs wider," he ordered, his voice a dark caress. Sarah obeyed, parting Kim's legs further, revealing the soaking wetness between her thighs.
"Good," Brad murmured, his gaze lingering on the glistening pink flesh. "Now, hold still." He raised the crop, poised to deliver the next blow. The air was thick with anticipation, the heat from their bodies melding with the scent of arousal.
The second strike fell, a perfect hit to the center of her thong. Kimberly's body jerked, a scream escaping her lips as the crop connected with her clit. She squirmed, trying to escape the torment, but Sarah's hand was firm, holding her in place.
"You can take it," Brad cooed, his eyes dark with lust. "You know you want it."
Kimberly's head shook back and forth, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "No more," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.
"Almost," Brad promised, his eyes glued to the reddened welts on her thighs. He knew she was close to the edge, her body begging for release.
Brad stepped aside, handing the crop to Sarah with a knowing smile. "Your turn," he murmured. "Give her the last two, darling."
Sarah's eyes gleamed as she took the crop, her body buzzing with the power of the moment. She stepped closer to Kimberly, her breath hot against the younger woman's skin. "You're so beautiful when you're in pain," she whispered, her voice a soft caress.
With Brad's strong hands holding Kimberly's legs wide, Sarah had a perfect view of her target. She took a deep breath, the leather cutting through the air with a sharp sound. The crop met Kimberly's bare skin with a sizzle, leaving a fresh welt inside her thigh.
Kimberly's scream echoed through the open field, her body writhing against Brad's firm grip. "Fuck!" she yelled, her eyes squeezed shut, the pain shooting through her like a bolt of lightning.
Sarah watched, her desire building as she delivered the final blow with a wicked smile. The crop sliced through the air, landing with a wet smack against Kimberly's exposed pussy, the leather biting into her tender flesh.
Kimberly's body bucked, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado, leaving her trembling and panting against the bench. Brad's grip on her legs tightened, his desire evident in the bulge straining against his pants.
"You've earned your reward," Brad said, his voice thick with lust as he released Kimberly's legs. Sarah stepped closer, her hand brushing against Brad's cock as she took in the sight of Kimberly's glistening body, her pussy swollen and begging for attention.
With a swift motion, Sarah pulled Brad's shorts down, revealing his rock-hard erection. "Looks like you're ready to claim your prize," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.
"Indeed," Brad said, his voice gruff with desire. He stepped closer to Kimberly, who lay sprawled and panting on the bench, her legs still shaking from the intense climax.
Sarah handed the crop to Brad, her eyes shining with triumph and arousal. "Your turn," she murmured, stepping aside to give him room.
Brad's gaze roved over Kimberly's trembling form, his cock jutting out like a weapon of war. "You want the crop or the cock; you slut?" he demanded, his voice a dark growl.
"Cock," Kimberly gasped, her eyes fluttering open to meet Brad's fiery gaze. "Please, Brad, fuck me."
Brad's smile grew wider as he stepped closer to the bench, his erection bobbing with each step. Sarah's hand slid over his chest, her nails lightly scraping his skin as she watched him claim his prize.
"You heard her," Brad said to Kimberly, his voice a seductive whisper. "You want my cock; you're going to have to beg for it."
"Please," Kimberly panted, her voice strained with need. "Brad, I'm begging you. Fuck me."
Brad's chuckle was low and dark, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he positioned himself between her spread legs. "You're going to have to do better than that," he taunted, his hand stroking the length of his erection.
Kimberly's eyes blazed with determination, her breaths coming in ragged pants. "Fuck me," she begged, her voice desperate. "Please, Brad, I need you inside me."
With a smug chuckle, Brad positioned himself, the tip of his cock teasing the entrance to her wet pussy. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg for it," he whispered, his hand resting on her back, pressing her down onto the bench.
"Fuck me, Brad," Kimberly pleaded, her voice a desperate whine. "I need you to fuck me hard."
Brad's response was gruff, "You're going to get it, all right." He thrust into her, his cock filling her up completely, her wetness making the penetration smooth despite the urgency.
Sarah watched, her desire rising as she took the crop, her eyes glued to the union of Brad and Kimberly. She knew she would get her turn soon.
Kimberly's screams grew louder with each powerful thrust, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain as Brad claimed her; the whip marks a testament to their earlier game.
Sarah stepped up, the riding crop in her firm grasp, a wicked glint in her eye. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice a dark promise as she began to strike Brad's back, her strokes matching the rhythm of his hips.
With each powerful thrust into Kimberly, Brad's body tensed as Sarah's crop painted his back with a crimson tapestry of pain. His grunts grew louder, his hips moving faster, driven by the delicious sting of the leather on his skin.
Sarah's strokes grew more deliberate, her eyes alight with sadistic pleasure as she watched Brad's reaction, the crop landing with a sharp crack on his muscular back, leaving behind a trail of red welts that stood out starkly against his tanned flesh.
"Fuck, yes," Brad grunted, his hips pumping faster as the pain and pleasure melded into an intoxicating cocktail that had him on the brink of losing control.
"You like that, don't you?" Sarah taunted, her strokes with the crop growing more forceful as she watched Brad's muscles ripple beneath the leather.
"Yeah," Brad managed to grunt out, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounded into Kimberly. "Harder."
Sarah's smile grew wicked. Her eyes glinted with excitement as she complied. Her arm rose and fell in a blur of motion, the crop biting into Brad's skin with each blow.
Kimberly watched, her body still trembling from her orgasm, as Brad's back grew redder and redder, the sound of leather meeting flesh a symphony of pleasure and pain.
Sarah's strokes grew more deliberate, each strike a masterful dance of dominance and submission, her eyes locked onto Brad's face, watching his expression morph from pleasure to agony to a delicious mix of the two.
Kimberly's breath hitched as Brad's thrusts grew erratic, his body shuddering with each lash from Sarah's crop. The sight of his powerful form being marked by her hand sent a thrill of desire coursing through her own body.
With a guttural roar, Brad reached his peak, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Kimberly's welcoming heat. His back was a canvas of raw, oozing welts, each testament to Sarah's whip mastery.
Sarah stepped back, the crop still smoking from the intensity of her strikes. "Looks like I won," she said with a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with victory.
