Catherine did not know what had come over her. With each slap she felt the desire growing. His hands felt good on her body. His cock pressing up against her, beckoned her to want to please him. Catherine could tell he was getting more and more aroused by her body, by her moans. She liked this. She could tell he lost control for a moment, he continued swatting her out of an uncontrollable urge to hear her moans.
This was intriguing to Catherine. She closed her eyes and let her body feel the desire that was thrusting throughout her body. Her hips started to thrust slightly with each of his swats. Catherine could hear Edwards breathing as it became heavier. She could feel his hand lingering on her ass for longer and longer after each strike.
Soon her ass was red as an apple. Edward did not know how many times he had swatted Catherine. He just knew that he had lost count at this point. As Edward reached for Catherine to help her stand, her legs gave way underneath her.
Catherine’s body was exhausted. She had no strength to even stand. At this sight, Edward swept her up into his arms and placed her gently onto the bed. He pulled the covers down and then back up on top of her.
With great care he swept the hair out of her face and went to fetch some water for Catherine. He held her head up as he helped her to sip from the cup. Catherine looked up at him. It wasn’t a look of sadness though, or even anger. Edward thought he saw desire on her face. But perhaps it was something different? Edward left Catherine to rest in the dressing room for a second night.
***
Catherine fell asleep quickly and slept late into the next day. Her body resting from the punishment she had received the previous night. Catherine awoke and the sense of anger toward Edward was not there. Instead, she had an urge to see him. She did not understand why, but she got dressed and joined Edward in the common room.
As Catherine walked into the room Edward stopped speaking. She carried herself with grace, like the Queen she was. Catherine addressed the cabinet members which were in the room then gingerly kissed her husband on the cheek as she sat next to him.
The cabinet members continued on talking about the problems in various areas of the kingdom and the issues that the King needed to address. Catherine sat quietly and listened as Edward made decision after decision for the kingdom. He genuinely cared for the people and showed a high level of concern for their well being. This impressed Catherine very much.
When nighttime fell on this third night, Edward decided not to send for Catherine. Perhaps out of guilt for how much he punished her the night before or perhaps because she had been his ideal Queen throughout the day. Edward did not feel like he should punish her tonight.
Instead, he worked at his desk until the late hours of the night. Writing letters to people who made requests and either granting or refusing what they were asking for. Then there was a knock at his door.
“Come in.” Edward said as he continued working, assuming it had to be Rogers who was knocking.
“I’m sorry to bother you.” Catherine said from the doorway.
***
Edward instantly stood up. Shocked to see her standing in his chambers. She looked like an angel. Her hair freshly washed and combed out. Wearing a freshly laundered white night dress.
“You are here.” Edward said dumbfounded and staring at his wife.
Catherine stood there for a moment before she could gather the courage up to say something. Edwards deep green eyes stared at her, penetrating through all of her. She could feel her knees getting weak just standing there.
“I am your wife.” Catherine said in a matter of fact tone.
“Yes.” Edward said as he started to move toward her.
“I should lay with my husband then.” Catherine had a look in her eye as she stood in the doorway. Her eyes not looking away from Edward’s. He continued to walk toward her. Drawn to her like a fly to a light.
“Yes.” Edward said as he reached the door and closed it behind Catherine.
By this time Catherine was starting to untie the string near the top of her night dress. Slowly she undid the bow, and then loosened the strings. As she pulled the neckline loose she let one side of the gown slide off of her shoulder.
Edward just stood staring at Catherine, hypnotized by her. He watched intently as she slid the gown off of the other shoulder and the entire night dress fell to the floor.
Catherine stood there, naked and only a few feet away from Edward. He looked at her from her hair, to her breasts and all the way down to her toes.
“Yes.” Edward said again as he moved toward Catherine. Kissing her and letting her naked body press against his.
Edward removed his shirt while he kissed Catherine. Then he removed his pants. Never letting go of Catherine’s lips for a second. Then without warning, Edward swept Catherine into his arms and carried her over to the lounge that sat in front of his bed.
Catherine was caught off guard and let out a giggle that instantly made Edward smile. She threw her head back in delight as they landed on the lounge.
Edward placed Catherine on his lap. Her legs straddling him. He pulled her body close to him and let his lips move to her breasts. Catherine moaned, but this time the moan was delightful. The moan begged him to continue.
Soon Edward was sliding inside of her. Thrusting hard as he let his lips linger on her nipples.
***
Catherine let out moans of pleasure like she had never felt before. As his cock filled her, she couldn’t think of anywhere else should would want to be. She wanted to feel like this forever.
Edward thrust hard into Catherine, looking into her eyes at the longing she had for him. Feeling her folds around his cock, just begging him to thrust harder. Catherine wanted him. Edward could feel her desire in the look in her eyes. This made him want her even more than he did before.
Edward grabbed Catherine and held her close to his body as he stood up. Keeping himself inside of her and turning to place her onto the bed. Gently he laid her down and let his lips discover hers.
Now thrusting into her while she lay on the bed, their lips and tongues worked together with the rhythm of his movements. Harder and harder he pushed his cock into her. She let out moans that could only be muffled by his kisses. Soon Edward could feel the explosion of pleasure starting to build in Catherine’s body.
Catherine wrapped her arms around him tightly as her whole body tensed up with a joyous release. Feeling this tightness, Edward thrust into her with a final glorious push. Letting his release fill her completely.
“Yes. Oh Yes.” Catherine screamed with delight.
Edward collapsed next to Catherine and rolled over with exhaustion. Catherine placed her head onto his chest. Both of them breathing intensely from the action they had just completed.
A half of an hour passed and their breathing calmed. The sweat dried. They laid there in each other’s arms.
Then out of nowhere, Catherine sat up and turned around. She let her ass push up against Edward’s naked body. Then she turned her head around with a smile on her face.
“I think you forgot to spank me.” She said as she waved her naked ass teasingly at Edward.
At this sight, Edward couldn’t help but laugh. He jumped up and grabbed a hold of Catherine. Kissing her intently and knowing that this woman had a sense of humor. He knew in that moment that she would never be dull or boring. Catherine would always keep him interested and keep him hard with desire.
Story 38
Layla was in bed alone. That was nothing new. It was a Friday night, just after eleven pm. On the street beneath her bedroom window, she could hear passerby's having a merry ol' time. Some were bumbling home from bars, others simply out for a late night stroll. Couples she imagined, hand in hand. Layla was lonely. She was twenty-two years old and had never had a boyfriend. Aside from being lonely, she had a longing. She longed to be touched.
Layla slid her hand beneath the oversized t-shirt she was wearing as a nightdress. She was a bigger girl, always having been teased
for being plump when she was at school. She figured that's why she had never had a boyfriend – men didn't find her shape pleasing. Layla squeezed one of her large breasts between her fingers. Her tits were the only physical feature she was proud of. Double D's with big pink nipples. She would love to have those fleshy nubs teased. Tweaking a nipple herself she imagined how sensational it would feel to expose herself to a man and have him do it for her. She thought about pulling her shirt off and thrust those titties in his face, commanding him to worship her body. That is what Layla wanted – a man to make her sexy, round body feel good all over.
She could feel her pussy beginning to get wet beneath her pink cotton panties. Layla had no idea what had happened lately but she felt so horny all of the time. Reaching down, she freed herself from her panties and tossed them across the room.
“Mmm!” she groaned to herself, spreading her thick thighs wide apart and sliding a hand between her legs.
Layla had shaved her pussy in the shower that day so her skin felt smooth and extra sensitive to the touch. Parting her lips with her fingers, she felt her own wetness seeping out. God, how desperately she wanted a man to ravage her tight cunt. She pushed a finger inside of her slit and then brought it to her mouth to taste her own excitement. Layla was a dirty girl who liked to lick and suck her own pussy juices from her fingers as she masturbated. As she did, she thought of a sexy stranger between her legs, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She liked to picture his face with her wetness dripping down his chin. Yes, that is what she would like to see.
Untouched, innocent Layla had some nasty thoughts indeed. Laying back in her bed, she massaged her clit and slid her fingers in and out of her slippery fuckhole. Mmm, she was ready to take a dick. Ready and waiting. As Layla came, she she writhed and moaned loudly.
“Fuck me! Yes! Fuck yes!” she squealed.
This could not go on, she decided. Although orgasming alone was wonderful and an activity she thoroughly enjoyed, the young girl needed a dick and she needed one as soon as possible. She was going to set to work on getting what she required right away.
Layla pulled her panties back on and sat on the edge of her bed with her laptop.
A dating site, that's what I need, she thought to herself. Everybody knew that dating sites were jam-packed with guys who wanted to fuck and nothing more. She had nothing to lose, right? She was a virgin now and she would either find somebody who would de-flower her or she would remain as is.
“datemenow” Layla typed into the address bar of her computer.
The site popped up immediately and she made herself an account.
“Curvygirl22” she named herself.
There was no point misleading any man. She could post pictures of only her face and perhaps some guy would want to meet up with her but she needed someone who was going to be attracted to the whole package. She needed to find somebody to use her rotund body.
Layla posted a number of pictures of herself. She made sure that she was wearing low cut tops in each picture to show off those glorious titties of hers. In the description box, she wrote that she was looking for a person she could connect intimately with. Best not to make it too crass, that she was saving until later.
Within seconds, a message icon flashed up on her screen.
“Oh my goodness!” the girl gasped.
Somebody had contacted her.
Opening the message, Layla found that it was from a much older man that she would have liked. He must have been at least sixty. He said that he would be happy to intimately get to know her any day. A winky face icon had been added to the end of the message. Layla shuddered. She wanted a nice, hard cock, that much was true but she wanted that cock to belong to a hot younger guy. A guy with muscles. With big, strong arms. She pressed delete as she sighed.
“I guess this won't be as easy as I thought.” Layla said aloud, to no one in particular.
She put the laptop on the floor beside her and lay back on the bed. Another night by herself. How many other twenty-two year old women were sitting by themselves, still awaiting their very first kiss. Layla felt pathetic. She pulled her blanket around her, attempting to comfort herself. There was nobody to keep her warm. A tear slid down her cheek and she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, Layla was awoken by the sun streaming through a gap in the blinds.
“Ummmf” she whimpered.
She had never been a morning person.
Rolling over, she spotted the laptop, still placed by the foot of the bed. Suddenly she was filled with a newfound enthusiasm. Had she received any messages during the night!? She leaned down and grabbed the laptop, pulling it towards her.
“1 NEW MESSAGE!” was flashing on the screen.
Hopefully this one would be better than the last...
“Hi Curvygirl ;) My name is SergeantSexy. I came across (... in more ways than one, if you understand me) your profile tonight and I have to say, you are one beautiful looking woman! I see that you live in Portland. How funny, I am here visiting my family at the moment. I haven't seen a lady as stunning as you in these parts ever before. Hit me up if you'd like to connect... intimately!”
The sultry message sent a bolt of electricity directly to Layla's lady parts. This SergeantSexy was exactly as his username described – sexy. Immediately she clicked out of the message and on to his profile so that she could get a better look at him.
Mister Sexy was a soldier in the army it seemed. His pictures showed a tall and muscly man with a wide smile. Gosh, he was everything she could ever have imagined and better than that, he had messaged her! HE HAD MESSAGED HER! Layla felt like a giggly school girl as she went about her reply.
“SergeantSexy, my my, what a delight you are! I thank you for the compliments you have showered upon me and hope that perhaps you have something else you could drench me with, if now you are understanding me ;) Yes, Portland is where I am living and likewise, a man of your variety is not something I have yet been lucky enough to stumble across. Would love to connect, please do tell me what you have in mind!”
Layla had an eight hour shift ahead of her at the video store where she worked and she wondered how on earth she would make it through the day without having her laptop nearby to check her messages. Her excitement was so huge she was almost unable to contain it. The time on the screen flicked to 8:15am and it was just about time for her to leave. She sighed, dragging herself from her bed to get ready in a hurry.
The urge to pleasure herself in the shower was something which buxom Layla had to overcome so as not to be late for work. Her nipples stood away from her skin just begging to be touched and as she slid her hand between her legs to soap herself up, it took all of her willpower to draw it away and not stroke her aching clit.
Back in the bedroom, she pulled on some black cotton panties and a bra before struggling into a sundress that was just a little tighter than it should have been around her chest due to her large breasts.
“DING!”
Her laptop signaled the arrival of a new message.
Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, Layla knew that if she took even a moment to read this latest message she would be late for work. The day would be torturous without knowing what SergeantSexy had to say for himself so she decided that being told off by her boss was worth it.
“Come on, sexy boy! Come to mama!” Layla murmured, as she grappled for her laptop.
“I most certainly have understood and believe me, Curvygirl, I would like to get you nice and wet. I haven't been able to stop staring at your delicious tits. All I can think about is how they would feel in my hands. I want to explore every inch of your curvaceous body. Let me tell you what I was thinking...”
The message ended there. What the hell! She wanted to know. She needed to know. What was SergeantSexy thinking?
“DING!”
Another message. Good! This one had better contain an explanation, Layla thought.
“I was thinking of you and I. Just the two of us.
In the Fremont Hotel on 6th Street. At about 2pm.”
Again, the message ended there. He wanted her to go to the Fremont Hotel? That day?
“DING!”
“I was thinking we could maybe connect there, intimately. I wouldn't normally be so straight-forward or to the point but I think you and I are looking for the same thing, Curvygirl. I am only here until the morning so I don't have much time but a woman like you, you are too good to pass up. I don't think I can leave here without getting to know you. Completely. And I know you want to be satisfied. Let me satisfy you. In every way.”
Oh, holy crap. What had Layla gotten herself into? She hadn't expected everything to move so quickly! Last night, she'd been horny. So, so horny. Meeting a stranger for sex seemed like a great idea. Now though, in the cold light of day, she wasn't sure that she was brave enough. He was so handsome. She was certain that he had had other women before her but she was inexperienced. What if she embarrassed herself.
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