by Nicety
“Spank me harder, baby!”
It was like a drug to me now. I needed it, craved it, and loved it. My veins were pumped full of bliss and lust sending me on a natural high. I rode this man’s face like I was on a stallion or wild bull and he took it. He moved with me, gyrating becoming one with my vessel never skipping a beat with his spankings. He was teaching me a lesson, a very fine one that I would sooner desire again. His tongue beat against my clitoris extensively, peeling back the skin feverishly pummeling my pearl and with every beating he administered I could feel my clit grow. My breathing was erratic, I felt light headed and my teeth clenched together grinding themselves.
“Spank me harder,” I demanded forcefully until…
I bit my lip. My eyes rolled back in my head. He let go of the tie wrapped around my hands and spanked my ass with both hands palming my cheeks and bouncing me up and down on his tongue. My brain flooded and my body quivered and everything in the room went silent. I was going hard riding his face harder and rougher. My actions were so wild and erratic he had never seen anything like it in his life it might say so myself. I did not even know that I was capable of feeling such immense sensation like that.
“Aaiieeeee!” My lips expressed in between my heavy panting.
There was an explosion like none other in between my legs but it moved in complete silence. The only noise was from the high-pitched squeal my voice released. I was broken. He sucked gently on my clitoris making sure he slurped and swallowed every last drop of me. All I could do was hunch over and ball up, taking every bit of the continuous vibrating pleasure like a champ. I rose from him gradually hoping not to send my body into shock as I ripped myself from his pleasure then rolled over curled up like a young adolescent.
“You happy now?” He asked moving in to spoon and kiss my frontal space.
“Maybe,” I replied playfully.
“Mmm. I think you are. It tasted like you were,” he laughed and tasted his lips as he slapped my ass one final time before heading to the bathroom.
I reciprocated the laugh and smiled brighter than the sun as I shifted my body to lie on my back completely spread out. My eyes focused on the milky white ceiling as my pussy began to throb once more but this time it yearned for a good old fashioned pounding, preferably from the back so I could get my spanking fix.
It was unbelievable to me that he had given me something I had never in life had before and now it was all I could think about. The lesson he taught my ass stung like honey bees but was the most sensual influence I needed to reach my ultimate climax.
Secretly I thanked him as I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply in total satisfaction. As I lay there daydreaming and debating whether or not I should join him in the shower to complete my fulfillment, I could not help but wonder why the thought did not dawn on me sooner. He could have very well been using those same controlling seductive moves on the whores he brought to this hotel before me. Nonetheless, I decided to put those thoughts aside, for now, and go get me some sultry wet action in the form of standing doggy style.
I entered the shower with hesitation watching as he lathered up his muscular chiseled body. He had an ass like a nectarine, a back as broad as a body builder and a dick as long as the highway. Gazing at that man, I could never get enough. He dropped the soap and loofah he was using, immediately kissing me, tonguing me down as if it was our first time. My hands traveled his body as his did mine. He picked me up and wrapped my arms around his neck holding on for dear life as he bounced me up and down on his dick swiftly while water sprung off our bodies. His stamina was impeccable I was thoroughly impressed.
He put me down turning me around abruptly bending me all the way over. “Touch your toes or grab your ankles.”
“Which one do you want me to do baby?” I moaned.
“Either one. I don’t give a fuck just bend that ass al the way over so I can get this pussy the way that I want.”
I grabbed my ankles and he fucked me pumping long and deep strokes. I could feel him tap my uterus each time that’s how deep inside me he was. The pain mixed with pleasure was indescribable and I loved every minute of it but when he began slapping my ass and the jiggle of my skin reverbed throughout my entire body making my pussy wet as hell.
I squirted so hard on his cock it made him cum hard. He came all inside of me still pumping his cream into me filling me up and slapping my ass like he was squirting in a Twinkie. His bellows were loud and feverish and when he slowed down I stood up as he grabbed my tits and tongue kissed me from behind, tussling tongues. I bet the neighbors know his voice.
Chapter 22
Starla
Pull My Hair
“Hey, Jake and Lauren want us to come over for game night. You wanna go or should I tell them you’re too busy for that too?”
“What? Huh? Oh, I’m sorry I was just lost in this deposition that I need to get done. I’m so sorry. I’ll join you guys next time, ok?” I lied turning back towards my MacBook Pro, not really giving a shit about what was on the screen.
I hated the weekends. They were always so drab and boring. It was Sunday night and all I wanted to do was think about what skimpy yet classy ensemble I could put together for work next week. On the weekends, my husband and I either went to game night like we did every weekend for the past four years we have been married or we stayed home watching old movies if it was not date night. They were so old in fact that he fell asleep in the middle of them every time even though he chose the movie. It was beyond unbearable and I refused to go through another one again.
“Fine,” he huffed as he stormed out of the front door slamming it behind him.
I did not give a fuck about his attitude; I had bigger fish to fry. This fish was so big that I had forgotten about Brian and Trina’s whack ass sex all together. Come to think of it, I was glad and a bit surprised that I hadn’t heard from Brian all this time. Chino probably scared that bastard shitless and rightfully so.
As I blinked, the cursor on my screen blinked back at me while I stared into it wondering what to type next. I was not in the mood to be coy neither did I have the time to. If I was going to do this it was now or never. My fingers clicked, minimizing the Word document then maximizing the messenger box. Lust gleamed in my eyes, as my fingers typed like they were racing in the Indie 500, rushing to get my point across and my thoughts voiced before it was too late.
Yahoo Messenger
Me: Baby, I need to meet you. I can’t take it anymore. Only having you at work is killing me.
Him: What do you want from me?
Me: I need to be fixed. Pronto!
Him: Oh, yeah…ha ha ha.
Me: I’m dead ass serious. I need you. NOW!
Him: Where’s your husband?
Me: If I cared I wouldn’t be on here trying to get you over here to fuck me.
Him: Well if you were coming to work tomorrow you would get fucked. But, it’s your fault you decided to take that day off.
Me: I’m tired of being your little work whore. Why can’t we meet outside of there? Are you ashamed of me or are you trying to hide me from your other whores?
Him: I told you there are no other whores. You’re the only bitch for me. I just can’t make you the one yet. Not until I know…
Me: Know what?
Him: That you’re in it to win it.
Me: Haven’t I proved myself enough already? What else do I need to do to prove it?
There was a brief pause as I waited to know what he wanted me to do. Technically, we both needed to prove ourselves. I was not so sure his player mentality was all washed away in the blink of an eye, but I had no choice but to give him a shot. We hungered for each other in ways that could not be described by words. I thirsted after him like a puppy to its mother’s tit. He salivated for my pussy like Homer Simpson to a donut. We needed each other and we deserved to be together no matter the consequences, trials, or tribulations.
Him: I’m on my way, right now.
Me: I’ll be here.<
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My laptop should have felt abandoned from the rapid way I logged out and slammed it closed, leaving it sitting on the dining room table alone. My feet could not run faster to the bathroom, as I turned on the shower and ripped off my clothes then jumped in. I was like a ninja in that water lathering and scrubbing, making sure that every nook and cranny was clean as a whistle.
The hot water felt so good on my skin that I allowed it to beat against my face and hair. It deleted added stress that may have been lingering. I forced my thoughts to clear so as not to mess up this night in any sort of way. It needed to be perfect because in many ways I felt this was the deciding factor in this thing between he and I.
Just as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my dripping wet figure, the doorbell rang. Rather than scramble for clothes or my robe, I decided to head to the door dressed just the way I was. Snatching the universal remote from the coffee table, I clicked on the stereo rolling my hips a bit as 112 sang about doing it Anywhere. It was just what I needed to hear.
My hair dripped the whole way down the short flight of tiled stairs and as I walked up to the door and opened it, my lip curled and my teeth bit down on it. As he walked in, I got that whiff of his intoxicating musk. Drippings flowed down my leg and I prayed like hell that it was just the water, as I inconspicuously wiped it away with my towel.
“Is that how you greet everyone who comes on your doorstep?” He asked as he tossed his keys on the black glass coffee table he stood in front of then plopped down on the microfiber suede sofa. “’Cause, if it is I’m surely going to ring that door bell more often.”
“Only the ones I know who will fuck my brains out,” I replied to bite my lip as my nipples grew hard rubbing up against the tightly closed towel.
“Is that right? Is that what you want me to do, fuck your brains out?”
“Well what else is there, baby?”
He laughed as if my response should have been something different. The truth was we were from two different worlds, he and I. Men like him should have craved women in power and money, while us little women just got the shaft. He was a Gemini and I was a Virgo, so according to the laws of horoscopes I read every morning in the newspaper, those two signs were far from being compatible. Even if we wanted to, even if we tried, how could we make our love work?
“Baby, don’t be difficult. I just need to be loved. It’s been a couple of days and all I can think about is you inside of me, stroking long and deeply inside of me,” I begged as I walked up standing in front of him and releasing my towel. “Please let me feel you inside me, baby.”
I mounted him dangling my tits in his face then crouching in to kiss his thin inviting lips. He reciprocated wrapping his arms around my body massaging intensely relieving my muscles of their stress. Our tongues intertwined almost becoming one as they seductively wrestled around each other.
I reached my hands up to his head running my hands through his hair returning the massage, pushing in harder to perform a deep tissue one. Then on impulse my fingers developed a mind of their own grabbing hold of his hair yanking in my delight. I pulled it tightly yet forcefully to let him know I was not about games tonight. He was going to give me the pleasure that I needed whether he wanted to or not.
“Wait. Before we do this, I need to know that you are all in. No matter what,” he voiced palming my cheeks firmly with both hands, staring deeply into my soul.
Our eyes locked. I saw that this man was serious, dead serious and for a moment there it scared me. He waited for my response like he was waiting for the rush hour Blue Line train, impatiently. He licked his lips and breathed deeply as if his heart could not take the wrong answer from my lips. His palms grew sweaty on top of my cheeks, perspiring carelessly onto my skin. All I could do was shoot a sweet compassionate smile as I leaned in to devour his mouth once more.
Nothing more was uttered after that as he picked me up by my small frame effortlessly raising from the sofa. I wrangled my legs around his waist as he walked, carrying me upstairs to the bedroom. If it were not for the iridescent light of the crescent moon, we might not have ever seen our pathway to the bed.
He carefully lowered my naked body to the bed and crawled on top of me allowing his steamy breath to flow down my neck and onto my breasts. His lips gently grazed my skin as I trembled waiting unwearyingly for him to begin tasting my flesh, for him to begin taking me on the very bed that had comforted me through so many hurtful nights with soaked pillowcases.
“What are you waiting for?” I breathed lying back letting my breasts ride up as my nipples stood at attention.
“I’m just admiring your beauty.”
“You can’t even see me, silly.”
“I see everything I need to see. Even in this light you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Awe baby—“
“It’s true. If we never had sex again it wouldn’t matter to me. Being in your presence makes my world complete.”
“You know all the right words to say don’t you lover man. How can I ever be mad at you when you say incredible stuff like that? What’s next, your gonna whisk me off to Paris on a whim?”
“Hell, I might.” He winked.
In an instant, I nearly melted as I watched the silhouette of him slowly remove his clothes and discard them to the floor. He crawled over onto my body like a cheetah hovering over its prey, one limb after the other. The heat coming off of his body elevated my temperature as I anticipated his every move. He maneuvered his head in between my thick thighs in a snake like motion using his tongue in the same way. His tongue was soft and moist and it moved slowly about my exquisiteness.
My heart pounded heavily, patiently expecting the moment he would lick the fruits of my nature and make tears flow from my eyes happily. He teased all around the area licking my girl’s bare lips breathing a heavy hot breeze over her making her pulsate beyond measure. I thought I would cum then, right on myself. I thought I would explode and pass out from the sensation but as a woman I held my own.
He moved swiftly to the area just above my opening and began sucking like he wanted to swallow it whole. In my mind, he had, as I gyrated pushing further into his mouth hoping that I moved just enough to slide my clitoris up into his motions.
He was too slick for that, though. He abruptly made his way with tender kisses up to my navel then danced around it as well. His fingers followed his tongue as he moved up to my brown bulls eyed breasts, surrounding them one after another into his mouth as I exhaled faint sexual moans only known to him. When he was done, he greeted my tongue with his seductively as he squeezed my tits nice and rough.
“Are you ready?” He whispered in my ear.
I giggled faintly as I reached up running all of my fingers through his hair. I nodded in response to his question with my cheek pressed firmly against his. He leaned to the side remaining partially on top of me as he walked the fingers on his right hand down to my boiling opening.
The tingling sensation my clit felt when he pulled open my vaginal lips and planted his index finger on the covert fortune of my pearl felt like everlasting bliss. I trembled with delight, my back arched as my tits bounced and my legs spread wide. He wrapped his lips back around my tits, hovering over each of them, moving back and forth with his tongue hanging out like a dog.
The flickering of his finger against my pearl almost made me lose control of myself. My stomach quivered and as the feeling shot down to my legs it became an all over vibrating reaction. I squirted a little onto his finger but I could feel so much more coming and there was no way I could hold it back. He flickered his finger so fast on my clit that my head was literally spinning from lightheadedness.
I screeched in high-pitched passion and shook uncontrollably, wanting to close my legs and scoot away from him but his hard body locked me in. There was nowhere for me to run, nowhere for me to hide because my lust was on its way in full force. His masculine hand stroked my hair, from my forehead to where my head
hit the bed continuously, then gradually became tighter with every stroke. He was gentle, yet apparent in his movements as I struggled to keep my composure and that was wearing thin.
“Ahhh,” I exhaled feeling the creamy goodness seeped out of me, flowing as long as a river.
“You like that baby?” He whispered smiling.
“Hell yeah baby,” I blushed sensually.
“Mmm, then you’re gonna love this.”
He turned me over laying me on my bare belly and straightening my legs together. “Stretch your arms all the way above our head…and don’t move, Starla,” He demanded in the deepest voice.
I did as I was told, bowing my head into the overstuffed black comforter adorning my king sized canopy bed. He massaged me from my head to my neck to my back and then he stopped right at the start of my ass cheeks. A wave of heat from his breath and licks from his tongue, continued on down my body all the way to my feet. He kneaded my feet strongly driving all of the stress out of the muscles and nearly melting me like putty in his hands. My faint moans indicated to him that he hand me and he loved it. He slid my glacier blue nail painted big toe into his mouth, licking in a circular motion.
Laughter spewed from my mouth with every tickle he distributed. It was the greatest touch that I had never felt in my life. No one had ever licked my toes so sensual and loving, while they were massaging my cares away. My aroused laughs were halted when his hand gave my backside a firm spanking. I tooted my ass in the air obliging his discipline loving the way it made my cheeks reverberate and my pussy pulsate. My cheeks clapped like they were twerkin’ for a competition, arousing him so that he rose and slapped his hard schlong on my ass, spanking, tantalizing.
