Letting Off Steam

by Kelly, Sahara

  "There's something a girl doesn't hear every day."

  "You only met me tonight. Were we already acquainted, you'd have heard it more often, I'm sure." His voice was muffled as he struggled to untie the tapes holding her full skirt around her waist.

  Finally he pulled it free and let it fall, along with the massive petticoats, into a froth of fabric around her feet.

  She knew what he was seeing--white pantaloons covered her ass and ended with a frill of lace just below her knees. They covered the tops of her white silk stockings and her low-heeled Victorian boots were all but buried by masses of maroon silk.

  "Oh lovely." His hand stroked her ass through the delicate white cotton. "So lovely, my dear."

  His touch burned, as did Livvy's butt cheeks. She really wasn't used to being slowly unwrapped like that last Christmas present under the tree. Or appreciated quite so thoroughly.

  "I've always thought my...er...assets were a bit on the large side."

  "You've thought wrong." He squeezed her, investigating every inch of her ass, teasingly cupping and lightly pinching through the thin fabric. "God, you're perfect from where I'm standing."

  He moved his hands to her waist and lifted her clean off her feet. She gasped as her boots fell free of the confining pile of skirts. He was stronger than she'd realized.

  "Over here." He tugged her, grabbing her so that she didn't stumble as he pulled her backward toward the chair by the fireplace. "Indulge me, my dear."

  She heard him sit, the leather making that unique soft sigh as he settled himself. She was facing the fire, which still crackled merrily, although now it was more of a contended glow than a fiercely hot blaze.

  It was, overall, a good thing, since she was now providing a very nice, fiercely hot, blaze of her own. Smack dab between her thighs.

  "Okay. Now what?" She made to turn, but he stopped her.

  "Wait." He stroked her ass once more. "This."

  His hands swiftly tugged the pantaloons down to her knees, and she let out a sound that could best be described as "eeep".

  "Ah. There. Much better."

  To her amazement, his hands began learning her all over again, stroking from her corset down over her hips to cup her ass cheeks. But this time there was nothing between them, no buffer to protect her from the visceral thrill of having her derriere fondled so thoroughly.

  Dane left no nook or cranny unexplored. His fingers caressed and squeezed, his palms pressed and lifted. He daringly ran the tip of one finger down the crease and beyond, making her catch her breath as a quick flick against her pussy sent shockwaves through her body.

  She was helpless to control the arousal flooding her, or the hot liquids she could feel beginning to moisten her thighs.

  "I can smell you. You're getting hot for me." His voice roughened. "I want to talk to you while I'm doing this." He held still, his hands full of her ass. "Will I shock you?"

  Another tremor rocked her. Would he shock her? Or arouse her more? She wasn't sure and decided to be honest. "I don't know, Dane."

  He moved, and a second later the small lamp went out, leaving the room lit only by the red-gold glow of the fire. "Then let's find out." He reached for her pantaloons and pulled them all the way down to her ankles.

  "I like looking at your naked ass, Livvy. And I can see your pussy lips. They're darkening and shiny now. I want to suck them in a while. Lick them. And put my tongue all over them. I want to suck at your cunt, Livvy. I want to fuck your cunt too."

  "Uhh..." She bit her lip, unused to the language and the topic. Nobody had ever told her anything like this before. She was uncomfortable and quite dreadfully aroused. And knew, deep inside, she didn't want him to stop.

  There was silence for a moment or two. Then he chuckled. "This is where you talk back to me and tell me what you want to do."

  "Oh." She blinked at the fire. "Sorry. I missed my cue. You sort of distracted me there."

  "That's all right." She felt his lips brush her butt cheek. "But even though I don't mind, it's rather a naughty infringement, isn't it?"

  "Is it?" He kept touching her. Everywhere. It was amazing, making it difficult for her to think. She closed her eyes as his fingers drifted back between her thighs and dabbed at her juices.

  "Yes." He smoothed the moisture over her skin. "And there's only one treatment for naughty girls with their pantaloons down."

  "I..." She blanked out as the implications sank home.

  But before she could do more than breathe, he had her face down over his lap, her bottom in the air, her feet hobbled by her pantaloons and her breasts crushed against his thighs. "Oh God."

  Her words were obscured by the sound of his hand smacking her ass.

  Chapter Three

  Dane wasn't quite sure what had come over him. Maybe he was channeling some ancestor, some Edwardian gentleman who'd gotten off on spanking women. He had no idea why he'd developed such an overwhelming urge to play with Livvy's bottom or why, when he'd actually seen it naked, he'd been unable to think of anything but how it would look after he'd spanked it.

  Now he knew and he gave up wondering, for the moment, why he was doing something he'd never imagined doing. He only knew that her ass was perfectly beautiful, and flushing as he added another spanking to match the first.

  He could smell her scent, the sweet tang of her arousal, and he knew he wasn't hurting her at all. But it clearly stung, since she moaned a little with each smack. "Are you all right?" He caressed the rosy cheeks gently, wondering if they were now more sensitive to his touch.

  "Yesss..." Livvy breathed out the whisper and added a wriggle or two, making him hard to the point of pain.

  He moved a hand to the buttons on the front of his pants and released his cock, sighing a little as the iron hard erection thrust out of its imprisonment and touched Livvy's warm skin.

  "Your-c-c-...your cock."

  He heard her swallow. "Yes. That's my cock." He waited.

  "I want to touch it."

  "What else?"

  "I...er..."

  Smack. "What else?"

  "Stroke it. I want to stroke it."

  "I'll consider it. Anything else?"

  "Yes." She paused; a long pause as if she awaited more punishment.

  He administered it, with just a tiny bit more force.

  "Oh shit." She moaned and parted her thighs, an involuntary movement that damn near took his breath away. "I want to suck it. I want to suck your cock, okay?"

  "Yes. That's quite okay with me." He spanked her again.

  "So when..."

  "When I'm ready. When your ass is rosy red and tender. When your cunt overflows with the hot honey that's already soaking my trousers. When you're so fucking ready you could come if I so much as breathed on your clit."

  He paused. This was a lot of fun, but shit, if he didn't get out of his own clothes he was going to strangle himself. "Here's what you're going to do now, Livvy." He brushed his palm tenderly over her bottom. She really did have the best ass he'd ever seen on a woman." You're going to undress me."

  He moved her, helping her to her feet. She was mussed, her hair hanging over one eye, her corset daringly low--showing a hint of nipple where she'd writhed against his thighs.

  He did his best to ignore it. "Take my shirt off me first, then undo my trousers and remove them."

  Silently, she did as he asked, sliding his shirt off his shoulders and letting her hands linger as she pushed the sleeves down his arms.

  He smiled. "Very good, my dear. Very good."

  She licked her lips at the sight of his cock thrusting from his fly. "You are..."

  "I am what?" His trousers fell as she unfastened the waist and he kicked them away. "I am what, Livvy?"

  "Beautiful." She sighed and took him into her hands, touching him reverently.

  "Thank you." He fought for control as she tentatively swirled a fingertip through the droplets of pre-cum gathered on the swollen head. It felt like heaven to him and he would ver
y much have liked her to go on doing the same thing for an hour or two while he simply languished in the sensations.

  But he was, sadly, a mere human male with a half-naked woman holding his dick. There were limitations.

  "You may do whatever you like, Livvy." He smiled down at her as she glanced up and their gazes met. "God, you're lovely."

  Her face was as flushed as her ass, her skin coloring the blush of the finest rose. Her brown eyes were alight with desire, a yearning for fulfillment shining deep within their depths.

  "I'm going to leave you in your corset for a while. But there's no reason we shouldn't be comfortable." He sat back down in the deep leather chair and spread his legs wide. "I'm all yours, darling. Do as you will with me."

  He waited as she stood before him, her pussy a thing of beauty in the firelight. She'd shaved down to a small strip of tight curls, just perfect for him to play with as he sucked the clit beneath. Her legs were long and smooth and the white stockings that stopped at mid-thigh had a band of lace around them. With the boots as a finishing touch, it was enough to make a statue weep for joy.

  Dane was no statue. Without realizing it, his cock shifted of its own volition and apparently that was enough to catch her interest.

  She pulled a cushion from the other chair, placed it carefully on the floor and knelt between his thighs, pushing them wide. Then she reached out and held him, bringing him to instant stillness as he waited to see what she was going to do next.

  She studied him, tilting her head a little to one side as she examined his cock, touching it more firmly as she seemed to understand it was giving him great pleasure. He couldn't resist reaching out and tugging on one errant curl that brushed her cheek. "I like that."

  She flashed him a quick smile. "Really? I wouldn't have guessed."

  He grinned back and pulled her lock of hair before releasing it. "Smart ass."

  "Smarting ass after you've finished with it."

  "I didn't hurt you."

  She lifted her face then. "No, Dane. You didn't hurt me. It was unexpected, but--I'll be honest--it was very arousing. I wouldn't want it every night, but it surprised me how erotic it made me feel."

  Dane's finger drifted to the top of her corset and touched the tiny glimpse of dark areola. "You are erotic, Livvy. The most erotic thing I've ever seen. Or touched." He watched her skin react to the caress.

  "I'm not used to thinking of myself that way."

  Inadvertently she tightened her grip on his cock and he groaned a little. "Do that again."

  Settling herself between his outspread thighs, she nodded. "Okay."

  He wasn't sure if he'd done the right thing by asking her to squeeze him again, because his control was thinning by the moment.

  And when she followed it with a quick dip of her head and a kiss--well, he might have howled if he'd had the breath. But she'd stolen it. Her corset had slipped even further and both nipples were perilously near exposure.

  It was teasing and tantalizing, but no more than her position bent over his cock. Then she slid down and he could no longer see the twin delights popping above her lace. All he could see was the top of her head.

  When something moist and slippery touched his cock, he metaphorically threw his hands in the air, closed his eyes and leaned his head back to enjoy the torture. He knew he was gripping the arms of the chair like a drowning man hanging on to a life preserver, but what else could he do?

  She teased him with her tongue, quick flutters followed by long strokes. She was playing with him, with his cock, learning his preferences as easily as listening for his indrawn breaths. And if he drew in any more breaths he might well explode.

  Her touch might have been tentative, but her interest was profound. She licked him from root to head and back, then took a side trip beneath to explore his balls, which were getting tighter all the time.

  When she licked around his sac, he damn near came off the chair.

  He couldn't be sure, since his blood roared in his ears, but he thought he heard her chuckle. Then she got down to business and he swore he heard angels singing over the sound of his own pulse.

  Slowly, infinitely slowly, she began to take him into her mouth. She was hesitant--Dane guessed she hadn't gone down on too many men before. He was unreasonably pleased at the thought.

  However, her hesitancy brought its own delights. The slippery slowness of her progression, the pleasure she obviously took when she ringed him with her tongue, and the way she pulled back, only to take him in again before he was completely free.

  Eventually, she settled into a natural rhythm, sucking him enthusiastically, letting her hand grasp the length she couldn't take into her mouth and coordinating her moves to give him what turned out to be the most exquisite pleasure.

  He moaned, unashamed to tell her with his sounds and his movements that he was in heaven. His hips pushed up, into her, as if he'd force his cock down her throat. Which instinct he fought against, since it was overwhelming. He wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth with his cock, fast and savagely, watching her lips and her tongue and her eyes...and then he wanted to come, spurting his seed into her throat or her mouth. He wanted to see her swallow him, see her mouth sticky with him, see her lick it off her lips...

  "Stop." He pulled back before all those wishes became reality. He wanted this to last and there were steps he needed to take first.

  "I don't want to." She was panting, still holding him. "Let me bring you. I want to see you come."

  He paused. "You do?"

  She nodded. "Why not? I've never watched a man orgasm. It's not the sort of thing a woman gets to see very often since all the important bits are usually hidden from view."

  He was amused and more than a little surprised to see her slight blush, given her current state of undress and what she was holding in her hand. She was a constant source of unexpected delight.

  He had no qualms about her watching him come. It was a natural function, a wonderful release and part of what he viewed as the miracle of the human body. He thought it through. If he did this for her, then he could devote himself to her body for a while, playing with her and doing whatever popped into his head. Getting her totally involved, insane, crying out for him. All the while he'd be recovering his energy.

  And before they were done, he could fuck her any way he wanted and end up where he knew he needed to be. Balls-deep in her cunt.

  He could, if he was lucky, bring her more than once. Multiple orgasms were not unheard of in women, and perhaps it might be fun to find out if she'd like to have a few. Whatever her response, he could very happily pass the evening in a thorough exploration of the delightful Miss Olivia. And once out of that corset--well, anything goes, as the song says.

  She was watching him, her fingers gently keeping him at the edge of release. The fact he could think at all was a pretty good testimonial to his control, but it wasn't endless.

  He looked at her, meeting her gaze, noting the intensity of her expression and the way her hair curled around her cheek. Then he nodded.

  "With your mouth. I'll tell you when to move."

  Her eyes widened in excitement and she eagerly bent back to take him between her lips.

  Dane struggled for air as her enthusiasm nearly sucked his tonsils out through his cock. He lasted less than two minutes. At this rate he wouldn't--he couldn't--

  His fingers dug into the leather arms of the chair and his buttocks clenched hard as his hips thrust upward.

  "Livvy...move now."

  *~*~*~*

  She had no idea what had gotten into her. For a split second, Livvy had an out-of-body experience, and stared at herself with her jaw dropping. Here she was, Miss-I-never-do-this, holding a man's cock and asking him to orgasm for her.

  And damn if it wasn't the most amazing fun she'd had in...well, ever.

  With the taste and feel of him on her lips, she pulled her head back and held him, watching as the ripples began, as his cock throbbed in her grasp and as eve
ry muscle in his body seemed to turn to iron. He moved involuntarily, pushing himself through her clasped fingers, rushing headlong down that final yard to completion.

  Fascinating though it was to see the final result of her endeavors, Livvy found her head angling upward so that she could catch a glimpse of his face.

  Taut and savage, his expression was vague, his eyes almost closed, his mouth open slightly as he panted.

  Then he grimaced and groaned long and loud, his lips peeling away from his teeth and the chords in his neck thick ropy tendons, tight and prominent as he gasped and shuddered.

  Glancing back to her hand, Livvy felt his spasms peak and watched, fascinated, as his seed spurted forcefully from the tiny slit on the head. Creamy and sparkling in the firelight, essence of man flew from his body, the ultimate act of creation and release. The little fountain pumped several times, each burst accompanied by a matching quiver in the velvet hardness she cradled so tenderly.

  It was truly a miracle and for a few moments Livvy felt she touched something fundamental in the Universe through Dane's cock and his orgasm. How incredible humans were. How wonderful that she was able to appreciate the magnitude of what his climax represented.

  The continuation of a species unique in the cosmos.

  Probably.

  Unless a little green alien woman was sitting in a climate controlled environment clutching the cock of a little green alien man and doing the same thing Livvy was at that identical moment.

  Who knew? Not her, that was for sure.

  Realizing her thoughts were drifting away from the male organ now softening in her grasp, she looked back at Dane to see a lazy smile cross his face.

  "Thank you, Livvy."

  "You're welcome, Dane. That was a splendid experience." She smiled back. "I'm not quite sure what to say under these circumstances. It wasn't covered in my etiquette class."

  "No?" Dane stood and reached for a convenient box of tissues to clean himself up. The used material flamed as he tossed it into the fire. "Your schooling was definitely lacking." He pulled her to her feet. "Not covering post-orgasmic conversation is the most appalling omission."