Hot Like Coffee

by Kaylene Serafina

  Our eyes locked. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and then started slowly sliding it over and around him. Finally, when I was halfway down his length, I lifted my tongue and pushed him upwards so that the head of his cock was locked against the soft palate of my mouth.

  He groaned.

  Closing my mouth I let the salvia that’d been building up wash over his penis. Bending my head forward I felt him pressing against the back of my throat. Again and again and again I briefly opened my mouth and he slipped upwards to the edge of my teeth then back again, going almost to my uvula.

  Unexpectedly, his hands grabbed my hair and my head. I fully expected him to slam my face down. Instead he pulled my face off his groin, slipped his body off the edge of the bed, pulled my head backwards and kissed me. Hard.

  His lips were dry from the ragged breaths I’d made him breathe. I grabbed his head and pulled him more fully onto my lips. My tongue reached out to find his tongue and I violated his mouth in a frenzied flurry of kisses. For long moments our tongues dueled with each other – our heads twisting this way and that.

  Without warning, Mike pulled away, grabbed me by the waist, turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed on which he had just been sitting.

  “Pillow,” he ordered. “Under your ass.”

  I moved so quickly the color of the pillow case blurred as it whooshed past my face and I secured it beneath my bottom.

  “Oh, god!” I blurted out when he grabbed the tiny bikini panties I wore and ripped one side and then the other and tossed them over his shoulder.

  I watched as he began taking off his slacks and underwear. I saw the wet spot I’d left on his pant leg and started to blush.

  “Close your eyes,” he commanded me but in a voice so soft I barely heard it over the speaker's new choice of song.

  “Yes, sir,” I said and did as told.

  I waited for his touch, his kiss, the sound of his voice. I didn’t hear anything and I wanted to peek SO badly. But, I didn’t.

  Finally, to my left, I heard the familiar sound of one of our suitcases being unzipped. It was our Playcase. I knew because the zipper pull I put on it has a tiny cowbell and I heard it tinkle. Immediately, heat rushed over my body. I was never allowed to pack our Playcase so I never knew what delightfully naughty things were going to be in it.

  I waited, my ass propped up on a pillow, my thighs parted slightly and the chill on my skin gone – forced away because of my excitement. My man… No… my Dom… was rummaging through the keeper of our dark secrets and, as he did so, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was going to experience.

  Just the thought of what I was going to be allowed to feel made me tingle with excitement and I began remembering the first time I had truly given myself to him as his submissive.

  It had just been within the past month that I’d expressed true interest in submitting to Mike, at least sexually. Since then I’d been introduced to being spanked across his knees – something I would have never done with any of my other lovers. I would have considered having them handle me in that way as degrading. Not so with Mike. But, he expressed his desire to spank me one evening and I surprised myself by lowering my panties and bending over his thighs like I’d seen in a 1939 movie, Stronger Than Desire.

  Come to think of it, he was also the first man I’d ever allowed to put a blindfold on me – and he spanked me that time too. Now the thought of his hands smacking my ass made my pussy tingle.

  But, not every time started or ended in spanking (of course there’d only been four times up until tonight). One time, just last week, Mike had asked me to wear finger cuffs. I’d never heard of them but I was willing to try.

  We’d just gotten back from a nice dinner and he walked me into his bedroom. Not even allowing me to change he had me lay down and put my hands around one of the posts on his bed. Then a pair of long, flexible, cylinder ‘traps’ were placed on each of my fingers and my thumbs. Mike told me that if I could escape them in fifteen minutes he’d give me an extra special surprise.

  Getting out of the finger cuffs was going to be a breeze, I thought. But every single time I pulled on them they became tighter. Plus, since all my fingers were trapped I couldn’t really use them for leverage.

  About five minutes into struggling I thought I’d figured out a way to get out of them but, then, Mike produced a huge hunting knife from our Playcase and proceeded to cut my clothes off.

  I mean… he cut ALL my clothes off – from my blouse and bra to my skirt and panties and even the straps of my shoes.

  Each time one piece of my clothes was laid bare he’d drag the blade over my skin until he reached the next piece. At first, I almost started crying because I just knew he was going to accidentally cut me. But, after my bra came off and my nipples were traced with the blade (and I didn’t see any blood or feel any pain) it started tickling. Soon enough I relaxed and I couldn’t stop laughing. Then…

  SMACK!!!

  My daydreaming instantly stopped and my full attention was focused back in the present.

  My eyes popped open just after several ‘somethings’ smacked my breasts. The smack was followed immediately by cold liquid – which splattered on my tits, my arms and the side of my face.

  “No… no,” Mike cautioned and, having anticipated my action, pressed his hand over my eyes momentarily before leaving them to me to keep closed. “No peeking!”

  Even though the tempo soon became rhythmic, I couldn’t tell what it he was hitting my body with. The cold liquid, which I realized was just water after a few drops landed on my lips and I licked them, kept throwing me off.

  My concentration was interrupted by what my body was hit with next. It wasn’t wet at all. It was dry and heavy.

  Then came the wet impact that carried with it a small sting. I was more than a bit confused and lay completely still – my brain was working overtime to ‘see’ if I could tell what Mike was using on me without the use of my eyes.

  I felt something pass by my face just before it crashed onto my tits. Well, maybe crashed isn’t the right word. A better word might be flopped.

  Wait... I realized something!

  Whatever it was had flopped onto both my breasts and the valley between them at the same time. Then came the wet sting on my lower belly. Then a flop. Then a…

  Suddenly I knew what it was – or, rather, what ‘they’ were.

  It was the floggers Mike had told me about a couple of weeks before. I hadn't known he'd purchased them nor did I know if you were supposed to get them wet but, the cold water felt… decadent as it dripped over my body and then down the creases of my skin.

  My breath became heavier. I could feel blood pulsing through the veins in my neck as I waited in anticipation to receive the next thump or thud or flop or bee-like bite of the tails.

  As my guy walked around the bed on which I lay, the strokes from the flogger began to feel even more tantalizing because I was able to relax and give in to the soft stings and or the weighty thuds. The thinner tails bit into my skin and seemed to awaken the areas where they landed. The thicker tails were warm and comforting as they impacted my body – I kept picturing the heavy strips of material that you see slap against your windshield when you drive through a car wash.

  How long I was ‘beaten’ by my ‘Sir’ (as I’d been instructed to call him a few days prior when we are playing together) I had no idea. But, somewhere along the way, differing intensities of the lashes and blows became exhilarating pats and tingles and pricks and caresses against my thighs, my belly, my breasts… even my pussy – everywhere the floggers touched me.

  I heard Mike’s breath becoming more labored… not from exertion but from lust. More than a few times, after I felt a cold trickle of water, a warmer droplet would plop onto my skin from his sweating forehead. Each droplet from his body electrified me even more.

  All of a sudden I heard the floggers hit and fall off the tabletop that was just beside my head.

  “You can open your e
yes,” he told me with a voice raspy with desire.

  In an instant both of my feet were in Mike's hands and he pressed them together so that my thighs were closed. Beginning at the bottom of my feet he began kissing me with kisses so light and tender that had I not been watching I might not have recognized what they were.

  A trill of pleasure flowed up and down my spine and spread throughout my body like hot water from a shower spilling over my skin.

  Teasingly, Sir kissed the bottom of my heels, both arches and each of my ten toes. My feet began spreading apart when his lips started traveling down to my ankles and then to my calves and to my knees – alternating from one side to the other as he moved his face lower and lower.

  I wanted to feel each of his kisses but concentrating on anything except the warmth building in my body was becoming nearly impossible.

  Mike (or Sir or whatever the hell I was supposed to think of him as – my brain was becoming scrambled from multiple pleasure centers being activated all at once), had been looking at my eyes the entire time he’d kissed me – all the way to my bottom set of lips. He raised my legs higher, placed them on his shoulders and knelt between my thighs. I could feel his breath on my skin.

  I watched him lick his lips – as if he already knew I was going to taste wonderful.

  Heat pulsed through me and if I’d only he had told me to touch myself at that very moment I know I would have climaxed instantly.

  Tenderly, Mike began kissing the edges of my vulva – deliberately avoiding my pink parts. I felt the rough whiskers of his face against the inside of my thigh and it became my turn to push towards his face.

  Slowly… agonizingly slowly... Mike’s tongue pressed against the entrance to the inside of my body. I could tell he’d made his tongue flat so that he could taste me completely. His hands, strong and thick, slid beneath my bottom and lifted me to his mouth. Gradually he lapped upwards.

  He moaned his approval of my taste.

  I felt the wetness inside me begin to trickle out of my pussy and down into the crack of my ass.

  I wanted him inside of me – now!

  Over and over he licked up and down, in and out of my body – always avoiding my ‘pink pearl’ as he called my clit. Each caress of his tongue made me wetter.

  Pushing the lips between my legs together, he sucked on them as if trying to drain me of the liquid building up inside of me. When his suction stopped my lips popped back open and the air from the room rushed onto my skin. I heard him exhale a slow, controlled breath onto my body. A cool breeze battled against the heat being generated from inside of me.

  “Oh fuck,” the words slipped out of my mouth when Sir took the delicate lips that lined my vestibule between his tongue and lips and licked them like they were the sweetest candy ever.

  I felt him pull me up and push his face closer to my shaved pussy. His tongue darted inside my body and licked upwards.

  I mumbled something but I have no idea what it was or what I might have been trying to say.

  His attention to my pussy was delicate and deliberate and every few seconds he would emit a low growl which told me how much he loved my smell… my taste… my softness.

  Just when I thought he couldn’t do anything to make me feel better… he did!

  Raising his head up from my thighs I felt his fingers part my lips and hold them open.

  His tongue, so gentle, so deliciously soft… touched the tip of my clit and looped under it. His moustache grazed the top of my slit and I moaned… Noisily.

  How long he played with my clit I have no idea. Slipping and sliding, meandering and snaking his way in and around me he stayed there until I was ready to explode.

  My hips began to buck. I gyrated against his face. Each of my movements was countered by his mouth and tongue.

  Heat began building in the center of my body as if a tiny volcano had suddenly appeared.

  I cried out loudly (Really Loudly) trying to form words that I simply couldn't utter. What I said was unintelligible even to me.

  Grabbing the bed sheets I rolled them into my fists and pulled myself closer to the edge of the bed.

  “I’m cumming,” I suddenly whispered – my voice having no more strength that that of a dandelion floating on the wind.

  Burying his face even deeper between my thighs he wrapped both his lips around my pearl and sucked – HARD. At the same time he began flicking his tongue up and down and side to side against just the tip of my clit.

  I lifted up by body up from the bed, gripped the sides of his face and pushed him as flat against my pussy as I could.

  My teeth clenched. I could feel my face turn red as I held my breath and, then…

  RELEASE!

  From somewhere in the center of my soul an orgasm roared.

  A growl from my throat turned into a hiss that escaped from my lips. He didn’t stop licking.

  It was torture.

  It was agony.

  It…

  Was…

  Glorious!

  For a second time my body convulsed.

  Another orgasm furiously tore through me. I began hitting him on his shoulders as he made me cum.

  Finally, with one last flick of his tongue, his mouth freed itself from me.

  He stood up. His erection was at its fullest. I wanted him inside me SO badly…

  The Climax

  Hot Like Coffee

  I smiled at the lovely woman before me. She lay on the bed, her legs splayed wide and her face still red from her last orgasm. Sweat poured from my brow and my heart raced – anticipating how good fucking her was going to feel.

  My heart raced with anticipation. I wanted to be inside her SO badly…

  Quickly I discarded my torn shirt. Cool air bathed my back which was slightly wet from the perspiration where Traci’s legs had been.

  Putting her legs around my waist, I pulled my lady up from the bed so that her hands wrapped around my neck. Nearly eye to eye, I kissed her.

  My face, wet from eating her out, pressed into hers and our lips nibbled and noshed at each other as if we were trying to consume the other. My dick, already solid, began to ache when I realized that she was enjoying her taste as much as I had.

  I smiled at the thought of her tasting herself.

  Our lips sandwiched once again until I pulled away from her face and waited until her eyes opened.

  Scooting closer to her, I took my cock in my hand and pushed it against her wet pussy. Pulling it up and pushing it down I slid the entire length of her slit. Each time I came close to her clit she trembled and when I passed over the opening to her center she closed her eyes and tried pushing forward.

  With my eyes locked on hers I raised my eyebrows and titled my head upwards. I was asking, without words, if she was ready for me to be inside her.

  “Yes,” she said in tone that sounded to me like pleading.

  Grabbing her thighs I lifted her ever so slightly. My cock slipped inside of her… just the head.

  “Fuck,” I tried to say loudly but it was my turn to lose my voice.

  Her body was so damnably hot and incredibly tight.

  Even though I wanted to slam into her I didn’t. Inch by inch, each time followed by a slight rocking of our bodies, I entered her.