by Powerone
Michael felt her masturbating him with her ass, enjoying her movements, his hands sliding up her bare skin, a gasp from Monika's lips as he touched her. His hands slid slowly up her sides, feeling the goose bumps appear on her skin. He felt her putting her head back onto his shoulder, her body surrendering to him.
She gave into him, leaning back against him, her body on edge, her breasts waiting for the touch of his fingers, her nipples aching for his touch. She looked in the mirror, watching his hands as they slid up beneath her breasts, holding her breath as she waited for the first touch. She wanted this so bad. His hands came up, in front of her breasts, her nipples almost feeling like they were reaching out to touch his hands. Then she felt it, not a hard touch like she was expecting, but a light touch, Monika barely able to feel it as his palms brushed lightly over her swollen tits. She arched her back until her nipples pushed into his warm hands, hard tips rubbing back and forth over his palms, barely able to hold back her moans of pleasure.
He wanted to pinch her nipples, but he barely touched them, feeling her body shiver in lust. She couldn't wait, thrusting them wantonly into his palms, Michael teasing her by moving them farther away, Monika not to be denied, pushing out harder, her back arching obscenely.
"EEEEEWWWWW,” her nipples throbbing with blood in sync with the rapid beat of her heart, his hand rubbing back and forth over the swollen tips. Then she realized that it was her, not him that was moving, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her back arched, her chest shaking back and forth as she teased her nipples onto his palms. “Please!” Her voice begged for him to touch her. “Touch them. Don't make me beg."
Michael would never deny an aroused woman her pleasure, his hands moving in and encircling the firm, young flesh of her breasts, feeling the hardened points jab pointedly into his palms. He squeezed them, still gently, his hands moving back and forth to continually tease the swollen tips. His fingers sought them out, his fingernail outlining her areolas, moving closer and closer towards her nipples.
She was sure that she came in her pants, her panties wet, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could somehow quench her lust. No one had ever touched her like this before. Most boys pawed at her breasts, considering that foreplay. Not Michael, his hands were teasing her, his sharp fingernails rubbing around her areolas, drawing closer and closer to her nipples. Her legs were ready to give out, feeling like rubber as she leaned against him for support. “OOOHHHH,” his fingernails rubbing all around her nipples, the edge of his nails feeling like sharp knifes as they sent tremors of pleasure between her legs. “EEEEEEWWW,” finally getting what she desired, his strong fingers gripping her nipples and squeezing them. Her nipples were so sensitive, sure they were connected to her clit as he squeezed and pulled gently on her nipples, Monika looking down to watch as he stretched them. He twisted them as he pulled them, Monika arching her back.
She had to have the most sensitive nipples he had ever seen, her moans of pleasure more from someone being masturbated than having her nipples played with. He would remember that, having a number of ways of stimulating them, from pleasure to pain. His hands went under the soft under belly of her breasts, hefting them up, his fingers continually curling around the nipples. “Do you like your tits played with, Monika?"
She couldn't lie if she wanted to, he heard her moans of pleasure and she didn't want him to stop. “Oh yes, yes.” She felt so comfortable with his large hands around her naked breasts as if they belonged there. Suddenly they were gone, her breasts neglected as he moved in front of her again. “Don't stop!” She hated it, but her voice sounded so desperate.
Michael sat back down in his chair, finishing his brandy. “Get me another.” He watched as she took the glass from him, but it was her breasts that he watched, the twin beauties so close as she bent over to take the glass. So close he could almost feel them in his mouth. She stood up, walking to the bar, his eyes glued to the gentle bounce of her naked breasts as she walked. “Bring me some ice in a glass.” She made the drink and brought it back to him, her other hand holding a glass of ice, the outside of the glass already frosted. She bent over to give him the glass, Michael noticing that she was doing it on purpose, pushing her naked breasts into his face. “Stand to the side of the chair."
She lost all of her self-consciousness of being half naked, wanting now only to feel his hands on her breasts. Or his mouth. She brought the two glasses back to him. She tried to push her tits into his face, hoping that he would capture one of them in his mouth, eager to feel if his tongue was as talented as his fingers. But it seemed that he pushed her away, making her stand to the side of his chair.
"Bend at your waist and rest you palms on the armrests.” He pushed her hair out of the way as she complied with his request.
She felt her breasts hanging down like ripe fruit, hoping that Michael would decide to pick them. He brushed her hair to the side, leaving her uncovered to whatever he would do, Monika hoping it involved her breasts. She looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading with him to touch her again. She saw him pick up the glass of ice and then it dawned on her. Would he really do that? Or was he just teasing me? She saw the frost on the outside of the glass, remembering how cold it was. She looked down as he took the glass and pushed it below one of her hanging breasts, moving it close to her swollen nipple. She could already feel the cold air beneath it or was it just her imagination? Or desire. She really didn't care what kind of stimulation her nipples received, only that they did receive some. She looked as it got closer and closer, Michael moving the glass so the side of it was only an inch from her nipple. She was sure she could feel it stretching as if it were seeking out the cold glass.
She didn't move a muscle as he moved the ice toward one of her nipples. Her head moved down so she could watch, Michael not disappointing her as he moved the glass until it almost touched her. “Hold still,” he warned her. He pushed the side of the wet, cold glass against her nipple.
"EEEEEEWWHHHH,” she screamed out. It felt like her nipple was burned by a hot iron, not cold ice. The pain raced through her breast, Monika struggling not to move away as she felt the numbness spread through her nipple. She felt the wetness of the cold glass as Michael moved it all around her nipple as she struggled not to pull away. He finally moved it away, but his fingers returned, the numbness going away as he twisted her nipple. Almost in slow motion the glass went to her other hanging breast.
Michael's fingers tingled as he picked up a piece of ice, already beginning to melt from his warm fingers. “Good girl, Monika. Now hold still again.” He didn't give her a chance to protest, not that she would. He took the melting ice and pressed it over her nipple, his other finger gripping it securely, trapping it tight.
"OOOOOHHH, GGGGGODDDD, that huuuurrrtss!” She couldn't believe the pain that laced through her breast, shooting to her brain. Michael was rubbing the ice back and forth over her nipple, his fingers trapping the quickly melting ice. She hoped that she could hold out long enough for it to melt, the water dripping onto the armrest below her. Finally it was only his cold, wet fingers that squeezed her nipple. She could barely breathe as she waited. Waiting for the unknown. She'd wanted her nipples touched, but this was beyond her expectations. What other things would Michael do to me?
He could feel it melting immediately. He pinched her nipple hard to get the feeling back in it. “You obey well, Monika. Stand up in front of me."
She moved in front of the chair, looking down, expecting her nipples to have frost on them. They seemed no worse for the wear, though her upper body was covered with goose bumps. She touched her nipples, the feelings returning. She looked at Michael, expecting what was next. She still had a skirt and panties on, sure that they would be next. She could only hope that he would touch her pussy with the experience that his fingers had on her nipples, though the thought of ice between her legs sent more than a chill through her body.
"You have lovely legs, Monika. I would love to have you pull up your skirt to s
how me, but I think it is too tight to do that. Why don't you just slip it off?"
She had a smirk on her face as her fingers went to the button at the side, making short work of it. A short pull of the zipper, releasing the skirt from her waist. She held it around her for a moment, teasing Michael for just a minute longer before she showed him her secret. She let the skirt fall to the floor, Michael's eyes opening wide in astonishment.
"You certainly are full of secrets and surprises, Monika.” Michael gazed at her standing before him, her skirt a puddle around her ankles. But his eyes were drawn to the garter belt that held up a pair of brown nylons. Not panty hose, but real nylons. She kicked the skirt to the side, perched high on her heels, long legs encased in shiny nylon. “You surprise me, Monika. Do you always wear nylons and a garter belt?"
She grinned like a Cheshire cat, proud that she could surprise him. And by the look on his face, please him. That made her feel so good. “No, this is the first time. I bought them last night. I'm glad that they please you."
"Come closer. I must touch them. It's not often that a girl takes the trouble to wear nylons and a garter belt. They are considerably more trouble to get dressed with, though the erotic look far outweighs that. At least for me.” She moved closer to him, Michael sitting up in the chair, his hands reaching out for her hips. “Mmmmmm,” enjoying the silky touch of the nylons as his hands caressed her thighs, moving around to the back of her legs then back to the front. Monika spread her legs without being asked. This young girl knew more about pleasing an older man than he was led to believe. He hoped she had other surprises for him. His hands sought out her soft, inner thighs, delighting in the feel of the nylons on her delicate thighs. His hands slid up and down, from her knees up until he felt the bare flesh of her thighs, teasing close to her pussy without touching it. He saw her unconsciously moving, her hips moving back and forth as if he was already touching her pussy.
Please touch my pussy, Monika begged silently, his large hand sliding up and down her thighs, teasing close between her legs, but stopping short of touching her sex. He finally stopped, Monika disappointed that he didn't touch her yet, but she had every expectation that he would. She looked down, not even ashamed at the large wet spot on her panties. Testament to the sexual prowess of Michael.
"They are too pretty to take off, Monika, but you will have to lose the panties.” He picked up a pair of scissors from the drawer of the end table. “Hold real still, I wouldn't want to prick you. Unless of course it was on purpose.” It took him only two seconds to snip the side panels, the garter belt still holding them on. The front of her panties was drenched with her arousal. It was probably good that he got them off her. “Now slip them off. Let me see that lovely pussy."
She pulled them out from her garter belt, feeling them brush across her bush as she yanked them off. She dropped them to the floor. She knew what he wanted, spreading her legs slightly, hoping to please Michael even more.
What a sight she was. Almost naked except for the sexiest garter belt and nylons, her legs spread to give him a glimpse of her pussy, her bush cut neatly into a triangle that drew the eyes to her slit, glistening with her juices. His cock rose to the occasion, glad that Dana would be coming over tonight when he finished with Monika to relieve his sexual tension. For Monika would not be the one to receive his lust, she still had to wait longer until he took her. Tonight was just to tease her, to arouse her for Friday. Hopefully she will not be able to refuse any sexual advance. From anyone. “Spread you legs wider, Monika. Then use your fingers to pull your pussy lips open. If you can grip them; they look awfully wet.” He smiled when he said it.
She spread her legs wide, almost too wide, her fingers slipping down over her naked stomach and through her bush. She felt the tingling between her legs as her fingers played with the short hairs, exciting them down to the roots. Two fingers slid between her lips, playing along her inner lips, feeling the dampness as the fingers slid up and down.
"I didn't say masturbate, Monika. Only show me.” His voice was stern.
She gripped her lips and pulled them, feeling the night air blowing on her wet insides. She wished he would touch her or at least let her touch herself, but he only stared between her legs, Monika looking at the bulge in his pants, wanting to feel it inside her.
She was so pink and wet, Michael disappointed that he would not be able to feel how hot and tight she was, but soon he would have her at his command. “Turn around. I saw the skirt molded tightly over your ass. Let me see it naked."
She turned around, spreading her legs for him, wishing she could see his face as he stared at her ass. She hadn't thought of that, but his voice was insistent with his demand.
"Spread your cheeks open for me, Monika. Show me that lovely asshole.” Michael loved taking a girl in the ass. Being well endowed, he loved the sharp cries as he penetrated her for the first time in such an intimate hole. And he was always delighted by the gentle clenching of her muscles as he took her hard and deep, finally cumming deep into her bowels. And Monika would be no different, the tiny speck of her anus barely visible. “Are you a virgin there, Monika?"
She knew it wouldn't last by his question. No boy had ever touched her there, but she knew that would not stop Michael. She had heard of sodomy, but never expected to be taken in such a manner. His probing question told her that would not be the case. “Yes, Sir.” Her hands held her cheeks open for his inspection for long minutes until he finally told her to turn around.
"Lie down over the ottoman, Monika. You still have your tardiness to contend with. Such a lovely ass was made for a spanking, don't you think?"
At first she was really scared, thinking that he would sodomize her here and now. But a spanking was also disconcerting. She hadn't been spanked since she was a child. A small child. She lay face down on the ottoman, not sure exactly how he wanted her.
"Head over the edge. Push that lovely ass up into the air. I want a good target. And spread those lovely legs. I want a new view while you are being punished."
She didn't even try to persuade him out of spanking her. In fact, in the back of her mind she was almost wishing for it. She would feel Michael's hands on her, not caressing her, but it would be so close to where she wanted them. And Michael had already taught her that pain was not necessarily bad or unpleasant. She found that when she was aroused, a little pain only added to her pleasure. A strange phenomenon that she was sure Michael would teach her more. She pushed her ass out, her legs spread wide, Michael standing up behind her. She gripped the edges of the ottoman with her hands, waiting for the inevitable.
Such lovely targets, tanned buttocks thrust up in servitude, legs spread revealing a lovely wet pussy. He couldn't wait, going to work on her immediately. His hand swung through the air and found one ripe buttock to strike. He could feel her flesh ripple beneath his powerful palm, the noise of the sharp slap filling the room. But barely a gasp from her lips in spite of her cheek turning red with the imprint of his hand. Not to be ignored, he struck the other one, this time harder, a tiny yelp of pain, another handprint embedded on her firm ass. He began to strike her ass with more frequency, alternating between cheeks as they danced under his hand. He turned both of her lovely buttocks red before he went to work on the soft fold where her ass met her legs, catching her on the sensitive skin, hitting her so close to her pussy. She was moving on the ottoman, her legs opening and closing, not sure if it were in pain or arousal. He was sure that she wouldn't even protest if he had struck her pussy from behind, but that would be for another day when he could spend the time to do it properly.
She was sure that she would leave a stain on the ottoman when she got up, her pussy drenched, her ass hot from Michael's hand that continued to rain down on her naked ass. And her pussy was hot, the pain doing little to stop the arousal between her legs, Monika wishing she could thrust her hands between her legs and masturbate while Michael spanked her. Her cheeks were hot from his hand beating them, but she only got more arous
ed the closer he got to her pussy, almost wishing he would miss and hit her on her unprotected lips. She couldn't even imagine what it would be like to feel Michael's large hand slapping her pussy, but her mind conjured up an image of her sitting with her legs spread wide to the side, Michael preparing to hit her full force on her pussy mound. And it made her soaked.
Michael finally stopped, her ass red, her pussy glistening from behind. “You may get up now.” He helped her up like a gentlemen, seeing the large wet spot on the ottoman. His hand slid over her hot cheeks, feeling her clench her cheeks from the unexpected touch on her sore cheeks. “You did well, Monika. You may get dressed and go home. I will see you Friday for the final test. You have only one competitor, my colleagues also having a vote as to which of you will be selected.” He watched her as she got dressed, almost as enticing as when she undressed.
She was disappointed at Michael not taking her, or at least making her cum. But it only slightly dimmed her joy at being one of the two finalists. She wanted to rush home and masturbate, her mind filled with such images, real and imagined. Michael was such a gentleman, almost as if nothing happened. That she hadn't stripped naked for him. That he hadn't spanked her. She walked to the door, Michael opening it up to the night air.
"One last thing, Monika. You are not to cum before Friday.” He looked at her. “And I will know."
He shut the door behind her, and she realized that for some reason he would know if she did. Besides she didn't want to disappoint him suddenly desperate to obey his order. It was going to be a long couple of days.
