“Uh-huh.” The new sensation was certainly unique. She didn’t think she’d like it at first, but there was something deeply erotic about Keller lovingly surveying her most intimate areas.
Keller hadn’t forgotten about his pussy-pleasuring task. While he stretched her rectum muscles gently, lightly tugging at the edges, his other hand fucked her cunt, making contact with her G-spot over and over again. The wet, sucking sounds of her dripping pussy echoed off the cavern walls along with the murmurs of delight she and Keller uttered.
The dual sensations of fullness back and front were driving her mad. The sweet addition of Keller’s erection gliding up and down her thigh and ass cheek as he pleasured her was the icing on the cake.
Maisy felt the first shudders grip her being. Reaching behind her, grasping onto Keller’s arms for dear life, she said, “There’s one hell of an avalanche of ecstasy shooting through me, Keller.” Sucking in a long, shuddering breath, she continued, “God, I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this orgasm alive.”
She heard Keller’s husky chuckle and felt his hot breath on the back of one shoulder. He planted a tender kiss there before nipping her flesh with his teeth. “Oh I think you’ll manage. You’re a regular little climax machine, Maisy. Damn, it’s going to be fun finding all kinds of new ways to fuck you, honey. There’s nothing I love more than feeling you quake and shudder in my arms.”
She managed a short laugh, which tightened her muscles around his finger in her ass and his fist up her pussy. That was it. The last straw. Spasms jolted through her with such force she almost sobbed.
It dawned on her a moment or two later, once she’d come back down to earth, that Keller had unselfishly tended to her needs while giving no thought to his own. Reaching for his cock, her fingers grazed the marble-hard surface.
“Your turn,” she whispered. “Come inside, Keller. Stick that great big grape-juice-covered cock right in here.” Her fingers rested on her mound.
After kissing the tip of her nose, Keller returned Maisy to her feet. “Later,” he said. “When we’re upstairs in my bed.”
“Now,” Maisy insisted. “You’re hard as a rock, Keller.”
“No condom.” Smiling, he shrugged. “I figured it wouldn’t stay on in all this juice, so I decided to make this fun little grape stomping strictly a means of pleasuring you, instead. Believe me when I tell you that watching your big blue eyes grow wide and your lips form those amazed little O’s as you come, is very satisfying for me, sweetheart.”
Uh-uh. No way was Maisy going to leave that vat without bringing Keller to climax. An idea crossed her mind and she indulged in a deep, sultry laugh.
“You don’t need a condom. Natasha has other ways of making her man come,” Maisy informed him in her sorry attempt at an eastern European accent. “First, Natasha wants to suck.” Maisy took her turn on her knees then, stroking Keller’s cock with her fingers before clamping her mouth on it.
Humming her pleasure as her lips slid over the silken-hard surface, she treated it to a series of licks and sucking that had Keller gripping the edge of the vat and groaning as his head fell back.
Maisy let his cock pop free of her lips and watched it bob above the grapes. “Mmm, sweet and salty. Natasha likes the taste of her man, very much. Ah, but oral sex is not the only thing Natasha has in her bag of carnal tricks.”
“Is that so?” Keller asked, weaving his fingers in Maisy’s damp hair and smiling down at her. “Tell me more. I’m very interested.”
“Natasha will fuck your good, strong cock with her jiggly breasts.” As she entertained Keller with a brazen shimmy, Maisy was surprised at her own announcement, not really knowing where the idea had come from but immediately warming to it and the delicious possibilities.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me with those glorious tits of yours, Natasha. Do me, baby.”
She heard Keller’s sharp intake of breath as she sandwiched his sizeable erection between her breasts, clasping them tight against his cock as she leisurely rubbed back and forth.
“Ah, Natasha sees a tiny pearl of liquid seeping from the tip of your cock,” she said, gazing at the grape juice-glazed purple head gliding between her pale breasts. She lowered her head and licked the salty pre-cum from him. “Natasha likes Keller’s love liquid. Natasha wants to see it spill all over her breasts so she can lick up every creamy drop. Mmmm,” she purred.
“Oh Maisy…my God…” A lingering groan of deep gratification rumbled deep in Keller’s chest.
Maisy picked up the pace, gliding over him, from tip to root and back again, faster, harder, until Keller’s feral growl pierced the silence and his body stiffened. His hands clasped over hers as she held his pulsing cock between her breasts, Keller’s gaze was glued to his dick as it spewed ribbons of hot seed all over her breasts.
Purring with pleasure, and the satisfaction that she’d thoroughly pleasured her man, Maisy sucked his depleted cock clean before lifting one breast to her mouth and swooping her tongue over a spot where he’d just branded her with his cum.
Cupping her hands, she scooped his semen onto her fingers and brought it to her lips, lapping it as he watched her, heavy-lidded. Then she smacked her lips and ahhhhhed.
“Natasha knows how to please her man’s big American cock, yes?” Depositing a finger in her mouth, she drew it out slowly between pursed lips.
“Christ almighty…” It took Keller a moment to capture his breath before he could say anymore. “You know that black wig and that blood-red lipstick you wore, Natasha?”
Maisy nodded.
“Don’t throw them out.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
“It’s the one thing I forgot about from that I Love Lucy episode,” Maisy said, wincing as she gazed at her reflection.
“Me too.” Keller’s expression mirrored hers. “Handling grapes every day, you’d think I would know better.”
Maisy turned toward him, hands on hips. “Yes, you would, wouldn’t you?”
He gave a sheepish shrug. “I’m sure it will wear off…eventually.”
“Good grief, Keller, we look like a couple of Smurfs,” Maisy grumbled, eying the blotchy red, blue and purplish stains all over their bodies. “And look at my hair!” She tugged at the multi-hued, formerly blonde strands. “What am I going to do? How can I go to work like this?”
“There’s always that black wig, Natasha.” Keller’s eyebrows gave a devilish waggle. “And plenty of heavy face makeup. And maybe some dark glasses and gloves.”
Maisy groaned.
“At least we had a hell of a good time,” Keller added, drawing her close and kissing the top of her towel-dried head.
“That we did,” Maisy agreed. “And we had lots of fun trying to scrub it off each other in the shower.”
“And you definitely look good in blue.”
“It’s one of my best colors.” Maisy nodded. “You’re going to have one heck of a time explaining away that blue cock of yours next time you pee in a public bathroom.”
“Guys don’t pay attention to each other’s dicks when we’re in the can.”
Maisy huffed a laugh. “Yeah right.”
“Just wait until your doctor gets a load of your blue cunt.” Keller laughed.
Maisy cringed at the thought. “So what do we do now?”
“How about we fuck the night away in my bed? Maybe some of this will rub off on the sheets.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me. My neighbor’s watching Hershey for me tonight, so I don’t need to be back.”
“Anticipating a night of passion, hmm?”
“Mmm-hmm. Purple passion, as it turns out.” Laughing, Maisy took Keller’s extended hand, following him from the bathroom to the bedroom. “You know,” she said, nestling herself on the crisp white sheets, “I’ve decided that making love with you rates just below chocolate. A very close second. In fact, it’s almost better than chocolate.”
Keller burst out laughing. “So I come in below chocolate, huh? Gee, thanks
a lot, Maisy. I’m not quite sure how I feel about being number two to a Snickers bar.”
“Don’t be silly, Keller.” She waved her stained hand in a dismissive fashion. “Obviously you have no idea what a great honor I’ve just bestowed on you. When I tell you that making love with you is almost better than chocolate, believe me, that’s extraordinary. Phenomenal!”
“I don’t know,” Keller mused. “I’m thinking maybe you need to be punished for your emasculating chocolate remarks.”
“Oh you do, do you? And just what did you have in mind?” she said, full of bravado.
“I could make you stand in the corner.”
Maisy nodded. “Mmm-hmm, you could do that. But I’m not sure if that will be enough to teach me a lesson.”
“You’ve got a point. You’re a very bad girl.” He rubbed his jaw in contemplation. “I could turn you over my knee and spank your pretty bare ass until it was a charming shade of hot pink.”
Wet heat rippling up from her pussy, Maisy blinked. His surprisingly appealing suggestion had caught her completely unawares. She never expected such a pleasurable reaction from the image of Keller slapping her butt. Her mouth fell open and she sputtered.
“Or…” Keller wrapped his hands around her wrists, raising them above her head, tenderly immobilizing them. His voice dropping an octave, he said, “I could tie you up and have my way with you. Fuck your mouth, your cunt and your blue-speckled ass until you’re boneless, whimpering and completely spent.”
Domination. Maisy’s thoughts raced to the wild, erotic dream she’d had of a medieval damsel in distress and her bold, sexy knight with the ever-expanding cock. A thrill stole up her spine as a trickle of juice slid from her pussy and down her thigh. “Come to think of it,” she said, her voice growing soft and throaty, “I think I probably do need to be punished.” She swallowed hard. “All over.” Her belly churned in excitement and uncertainty.
Keller left the bed and went to his closet. He returned a moment later with several silk neckties.
“Do you trust me, Maisy?” He drew the fabric between his fingers in a slow glide.
She didn’t hesitate a moment. “Yes.”
He dragged down the sheet until it bunched at the foot of the bed. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?”
She did. She knew it in her heart, in her soul. Unlike her unsavory experience with the bullying, sadistic John, any combination of pain and pleasure shared between herself and Keller would be another matter entirely. Sweet, wholly mutual and fully agreeable.
“Yes, Keller.” Maisy licked his lips with a purr of excitement as he stood over her, his beautiful naked cock jutting high and proud.
“I knew when I first spotted this antique wrought iron headboard and footboard that there was a reason I liked them,” he said, securing Maisy’s wrists as she gazed up at him, sucking in ragged little breaths, wondering exactly what he had in mind.
Kneeling on the mattress at her side, Keller’s gaze slid over his handiwork, down Maisy’s up-stretched arms and to her eyes. “Yes, I like the look of that,” Keller told her with a slow smile. “My beautiful Maisy, tethered to the headboard of my bed. Helpless and needy.”
Never having been tied up before, Maisy found a wild fever of need gripping her being. She impulsively arched her pussy toward him. “What are the rest of the ties for?”
His cocoa eyes dancing with devil lights, the corner of Keller’s mouth curved into a roguish grin. “One is for this,” he said, surprising Maisy by covering her eyes as he made a blindfold from one of the ties.
“Oh!” A shot of panic rising to the surface at the foreign and unexpected action, Maisy started. “But why—”
“Shhh. Just relax while I administer your punishment, sweetheart. You’ve been a very naughty girl.”
“But I want to see you, Keller.” Being tied up was one thing, but being blindfolded? No, Maisy didn’t think she was going to like this one bit.
“Shhh,” he admonished again, smoothing his hands from her belly, over her breasts, and up her arms to her bound wrists with agonizing slowness. Retracing his journey, Keller’s soothing hands returned to her belly, making a lingering detour at her breasts, paying homage to each nipple with a flick of his fingers.
A moan of pleasure reverberated in the back of Maisy’s throat. She found the sensations especially delicious. Good Lord, she could almost come just from the thought of what he had done to her already. Her legs and hips writhed and her clit fluttered as her mind conjured images of what might come next.
“There’s no need to see me. Just picture me in your mind—stained blue.” He chuckled.
“Just like the blue gin,” Maisy noted, actually picturing the flex of muscle as Keller’s lean, hard body moved. Imagining the jerk and bob of his engorged blue-stained cock as he studied her, tied to his bed.
Maybe this blindfolded thing wasn’t so bad after all.
“The what?” He kneaded her breasts with skilful hands, pinching her nipples and efficiently silencing her for a moment, except for the lingering moan that escaped her lips.
“From the I Dream of Jeannie show, remember?”
“Nope.”
“You never watched those reruns?”
“Uh-uh. I was probably watching football, or outside playing it.”
“Well,” she explained, “there was this genie who was part of the blue gin. I don’t remember if he was actually blue or not. But I’ll bet for sure he didn’t have a big blue cock like yours.” Maisy giggled.
“Okay, if it makes you happy, I’ll be the blue gin with the big blue cock. As long as I can stick it into your purple pussy.”
“Deal.”
His warm hands were on her thighs, caressing them, digging his fingers into her flesh as he dragged his fingers down to her ankles. Spreading Maisy’s legs wide, Keller secured her ankles to the footboard.
He groaned and she felt the brush of his fingertips over her pussy lips, making her shiver.
“You look incredible,” he said. “I love how wet you are for me.”
“Tell me what you see when you look at me,” Maisy whispered, curious at what Keller was getting out of this.
“Maisy in bondage. A veritable feast for the eyes.” Keller answered, his hands exploring her body as he spoke. “I see an incredibly beautiful, desirable woman, all spread out for me. Like an erotic buffet. Your pussy is all pink, slick and swollen with desire. Trickles of your juice are shimmering on your inner thighs and in your curls.”
Maisy heard Keller take in a deep sniff. “And I can smell the scent of your arousal, Maisy. It’s better than the finest wine.”
“Oh, Jesus…Keller?”
“Hmmm?”
“This is all making me so hot I think I’m going to come.”
“No, sweetheart, you don’t want to do that just yet.”
“Oh yes I do.” She could hear the tremor in her own voice as she spoke.
“Not until I give you permission.”
Maisy groaned. “I had no idea you could be such a hard ass.”
She heard Keller’s wicked chuckle and then his hands were on her again. Stroking her skin from her ankles, to her knees, up to her thighs, where they lingered as Maisy held her breath. It came out on a sigh as she felt Keller’s thumbs smooth along her inner thighs while his hands covered her mons.
“If at anytime you want me to stop and untie you,” Keller said, “all you have to do is say the magic word.” Now his hands were beneath her, curving over her ass.
“Which is?” Maisy asked, tensing and giving a little yelp as she felt his fingers stroking the inside of her butt crack.
“Snickers.”
Relaxing at the humor in his voice, Maisy laughed.
“But once you use it,” Keller advised, “everything stops, so use caution.”
“Okay.” She felt so odd. Vulnerable and fully exposed, yet completely free to luxuriate in Keller’s erotic touch. Quite incredible.
“Ar
e you comfortable? Is anything too tight?” Keller slowly stroked the line of her jaw with a tender, feathery touch.
“I’m okay.” Still feeling just a little anxious at the newness of being bound, she squirmed. Testing her bindings, her breasts jiggled with her efforts. An instant later she gasped at the feel of Keller’s teeth clasping one nipple and tugging. The surprise element of not knowing it was coming made it amazingly erotic.
“God, you’ve got the most gorgeous damn tits I’ve ever seen.” He spoke in a whisper that made her insides warm and liquid. “I could watch them rise and fall like that all day and night.” Keller plucked her nipples like the strings of a violin and Maisy moaned her pleasure.
“I can’t wait to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Now, Keller. Do it now.”
“Do what?” he teased. “I don’t understand.”
“Make love to me,” Maisy clarified.
“Like this?” Maisy felt Keller’s lips on hers, his light stubble abrading the skin around her mouth. His tongue delved between her lips, thrusting, demanding, just the way she wanted to feel his cock in her pussy.
“Mmmm…that’s very nice,” Maisy said as their kiss ended, “but I had something else in mind.”
“You mean like this?” She felt his fingers spreading her pussy lips an instant before Keller’s hot tongue speared her.
Shuddering from a streak of raw pleasure, Maisy yelped. “Oh sweet heaven, fuck me, Keller. Please.”
She could hear the low teasing chuckle as he licked his way up her belly.
“Maybe you mean like—”
“No more playing around,” she warned with a growl, cutting him off. “Let me make it perfectly clear. I want you to fuck me, Keller. F.U.C.K. me with your C.O.C.K. Now! I can’t wait anymore.”
“Ah, but waiting is part of your punishment, my eager little Maisy. I may have to extend your punishment for using such shocking language.”
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