by Simon Archer
“Yes. Very good,” I whispered to her. I gripped the collar of her shirt and started pulling it down to expose her perky, plump tits. When the collar was completely below them, I pulled my hands apart hard, ripping her shirt open.
She gripped my back and gasped. Her tail slowly wrapped around my leg, and then she stood completely still. I took her right breast in my hand as I leaned forward and gently put my mouth around her nipple. I started tracing her nipple with my tongue and felt her nails dig in my back as she started trembling just a little. I took her tit out of my mouth and looked up to see that her eyes were still closed.
“What about that?”
Ellie opened her eyes as I stood up, and she looked into mine. “That made me want to put you in my mouth.”
Her hands rubbed across my sides at my waistband until they were at my front. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with a quickness. My dick strained to get free as she slowly pushed my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. My cock was resting and pulsing on Ellie’s tits. I took a moment to relish how soft her skin was against me as I stepped out of my jeans. She ran her hands back up my legs and slid them forward. She took my cock in both her hands and started tracing her nipple with the head.
My groin tightened, and I grabbed onto her shoulders as she looked up to see me watching her. Without taking her eyes off me, she lifted the head of my dick to her mouth and slowly licked the precum off my slit. I put a hand on the back of her head and grabbed ahold of her hair. She opened her mouth, put her tongue out, and laid my cock on it. Her hand slid around to my ass as I gently pushed my dick into her mouth.
When she felt me at the back of her throat, she closed her lips around me, pressed her tongue hard against me, and slowly backed me out. Then she quickly sucked me in and slowly backed me out again. The changes in rhythm had me getting closer to orgasm than I was ready for, so before she sucked me in again, I backed all the way out of her mouth. She kissed the head as it passed through her lips. I put my hands on her shoulders and had her stand up while I caught my breath. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of her rubbing her bare chest over my cock as she stood up. She put her hand on my face and pulled my lips to hers and kissed me hard. Then she pulled back and said, “I want to ride you until you cum harder than you’ve ever felt.”
I opened my eyes to see her devilish little smile. Before I could say anything, she took me by the hand and led me to the bed, where she slipped my shirt off of me before pushing me down. The sunlight made her skin glow as she pushed her shorts off over her hips to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything under them. I pushed myself further onto the bed as she straddled me. She put both her hands on my chest and started rubbing her cunt against the head of my rock hard cock. She was wet and ready for me. I slapped my hands onto her ass and steadied her hips. She slowly lowered herself until the head of my dick was just inside her.
“Uhhhh,” she moaned. I could feel her pussy tighten around me. Then she raised up off of me, slowly. She repeated that move a few more times, moaning louder every time she felt me. Her little pussy-teasing had me wanting to feel the rest of her around my cock. Just as she started to lower herself onto me again, I grabbed her by the hips and sat up.
“Oh!” she squealed in surprise and smiled.
“‘Oh’ is right. I’m going to fuck you until you cum so tight around me that I can’t pull you off.”
She bit her lip, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pushed her tits onto my face.
“Fuck me as hard as you’d like,” she moaned. “Just as long as I get to feel your hot cum inside me!” She barely got the words out when I put my mouth around one of her nipples, lightly sucking on it while I pulled her down onto my cock and felt her warm folds slide down my long shaft. She was so tight I almost blew my load right then. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed until every last bit of me was buried inside her. Then she released her legs as I lifted her, sliding her off my dick.
“Oh, fuck!” she yelled out in pleasure. I pulled her down again, and this time, I pushed up into her at the same time. She yelled out again, “Oh my fucking god!”
“You are fucking a god!” I growled into her ear. Her nails were digging into my shoulders. I pushed her up and felt my load building as she slid up my shaft. Then I pulled her down again, hard. Each time I pulled her onto me, I rammed in a little harder until I felt that familiar kind of tightening of her pussy.
“Harder, Clark! Harder! I’m gonna cum,” she yelled. “I’m going to fucking cum all over your cock!” If she wanted me to fuck her hard, that is exactly what I was going to do. I slammed her down on my cock and felt her legs squeeze me. Never leaving her cunt, I wrapped an arm around her hips and flipped us over so that she was on her back. She immediately put her legs up on my shoulders and hooked her ankles together behind my head. I grabbed onto her thighs and started thrusting, each time harder than the last. Each moan she let out was louder than the last. She arched up to me every time I buried my shaft deep inside her. “Cum in me! Cum in me!” she started screaming as I felt her start to orgasm. That was all I needed to hear. I shoved my cock inside her, and I felt my load release.
“Take it, Ellie! Fucking take it all!” I grunted as I shot cum inside her with each thrust. The tight, rhythmic pulsing of her pussy felt like she was pulling it out of me.
“I want it!” she screamed. She dropped her legs off my shoulders, spreading them wide, and raised up to me. I shoved into her hard, one last time before collapsing on top of her, completely spent. As I lay on her, I could feel her still lightly pulsing around my cock, and her legs were shaking. She wrapped her arms around me as she started to purr. She lightly ran her nails up and down my back as I regained my breath.
She had been right about one thing. I’d never orgasmed that hard in my life.
24
True to her word, Sally arrived right at nine. I’d had just enough time to recover from blowing my load into Ellie, shower, grab a cup of coffee and eat a couple of pieces of ham leftover from the breakfast I wasn’t present for. I had told Kennedi what my training plans were for the day, so she was already behind the barn with Ellie when Sally stepped out of her car. I could see she was in her typically impatient mood, so I hurried out the door and met her in the drive.
“Good morning, Sally,” I greeted her.
“Hey,” she responded. “Do you have your whip?” she asked, getting straight to work.
“It’s already behind the barn,” I told her.
“Good. Where is Kennedi?” she asked briskly. “We’ll be needing her.”
“She is waiting there as well,” I said.
Sally looked at me with a straight face. “You’re learning,” she told me and then headed for the back of the barn.
“Hello, Kennedi!” Sally said as she rounded the barn. She was strangely cheerful just moments after playing a hard-ass with me in the driveway. I was caught by surprise when she followed it up with, “Goodbye, Kennedi!”
Sally turned on her heel and started walking back to her car.
“Wait a minute. What are you doing?” I called to her back.
She stopped, and I could see the anger making her shake. I stopped as well while I was out of her arms’ reach.
“What in the devil’s fucking candy store are you playing at here?” she yelled at me as she turned around.
I’ve never responded well to raised voices, so I shouted right back at her. “I didn’t know the devil had a fucking candy store, I’m not playing shit, and I have no fucking clue what the hell has sand in your panties right now!”
“You wanna know what has sand in my panties, you arrogant prick? Let me spoon-feed it to you since you are obviously a handful of neurons short of a functioning cortex!” she screamed. “You have another fucking CG back there, and unless lightning struck twice with the same defect which I seriously doubt, she is able to backflow data!”
I hadn’t seen Ellie behind the barn. Even if I had, I never would’ve expected t
his reaction from Sally. Yeah, pretty much all of the people I knew were leary of Ellie’s capabilities as an unsuspecting Omnicorp spy-device, but Sally was nearly hysterical with rage.
I brought my voice down, closer to a normal volume. “Sally, that is Ellie. We built her yesterday. No, she does not have a defect. We have, however, made sure there is no backflow of data going out,” I tried to explain to her.
“Oh, yeah? Just how the fuck-sake are you doing that?” Sally was still yelling but not quite as loud.
“We are not letting her connect to an outside network, and Kennedi is giving her commands every twenty-four hours to delay updates,” I told her, keeping my calm.
Sally paused her rant for a few moments and thought over what I’d told her. I could see some of the redness drain out of her face before she looked at me again.
“I will not train you with her around,” she spat out. She was still loud but not screaming anymore, at least.
“That’s fine. I have no problem keeping her out of your way.” I replied.
“I don’t think you get it, Clark. If she sees anything you do, there is a possibility of the people who run the Platform seeing it too,” Sally growled at me as she started walking fast in my direction. “Tech is never one-hundred percent controllable. You have no idea how much people will pay for insight into a match’s outcome or how much they’d like to spill your info to your opponent and then rake in the cash when he counters everything you do and ends up winning.” She stopped yelling two inches from my face.
She was right about one thing for sure. I had not thought of Ellie being used in order to sabotage my match.
“I will send her in to Bev with instructions to stay away from any windows and to adjust her audio range to the area inside the house only,” I said while being very careful that my tone didn’t sound sarcastic or condescending in any way. “Will that work for you?”
Sally took a long minute to consider my solution before agreeing. She waited where she was while I went behind the barn to talk to Ellie and Kennedi. When I approached them, they already knew what was coming because, of course, they’d heard it.
Ellie’s eyes had a glint of fire in them when I first looked at her. If she was upset, she kept all other signs hidden as she walked to the house. Kennedi went with her to let Bev know the situation. It was only a couple minutes before she returned and joined Sally and me behind the barn once again.
“Sorry, Kennedi,” Sally said flatly when Kennedi was back. “It’s nothing against cat girls. They’d all be perfect if they all had your defect.”
Kennedi acted understanding, but I wasn’t sure exactly how she really felt. She set up for me to practice moves with my whip without another word.
Sally had me start with some overhead snaps to warm my arm up. Then she made me switch arms. I couldn’t get my whip to snap using my left arm due to a lack of non-dominant-side coordination. Regardless, she made me keep trying for at least fifty attempts before she relented and let me switch.
Once I was set with my whip comfortable in my right hand, she had me hold my arm directly out in front of me in an arch with my whip handle aimed straight down.
“Did you ever twirl a rope in a circle until it folded back on itself, and the end lifted up?” Sally asked me.
“Yeah, I used to do it with jump ropes, but I’d only use about half of the rope so I wouldn’t hit myself,” I told her, wondering what she had in mind that pertained to me using a whip.
“Good, then I’m not working with zero,” she quipped. “You are going to be doing that exact same thing with your whip.”
“Maybe you missed the part about anything longer than half a jump rope would be hitting me?” I asked snarkily. Sometimes the woman could be severely irritating when she wasn’t clear with her instructions.
“No, I didn’t miss it. I was just hoping you’d be smart enough to figure out that you are going to move it out in front of you,” Sally rolled her eyes. “The tricky part is getting it started. You need your left hand that,” she continued, a sly smile creeping across her face.
“I guess that explains the left-handed practice session,” I mumbled to myself.
“Now, I want you to hold your whip just like you are now, in your right hand, with the arch in your arm and the handle facing down. Now fold about a third of the tail up and hold on to that with your first two fingers. That way, you have the tail but also a firm, separate grip on the handle in case you need it sooner than expected,” Sally launched into instructions.
I slid my left hand down the tail of my whip until I was one-third the way down and folded it back on itself so I could grab it with the first two fingers on my right hand. I kept a strong grip on my whip handle with my other fingers.
“Good,” Sally said, walking around me. “You are going to hold your right hand, with the handle and tail next to your side, like you are carrying a bag of groceries,” she waited for me to comply before continuing. “Take your left hand, grab where you are holding your tail to your handle, and slide your hand down the tail until your arm is outstretched in front of you. You will have about half your whip tail hanging from your left hand, out in front of you.”
I did as I was told, and soon, Sally was adjusting my left arm so that it was in the same position my right arm had been before to my ‘grocery bag carrying’ hold. When she had me in place and stepped back, I just stared at her. I couldn’t believe what I thought she was about to ask me to do. When she caught my stare, she smiled like an evil kid stealing Christmas presents.
“You are not going to ask me to spin this until it folds up on itself,” I stated, hoping that saying it out loud would make it true. “You just watched an hour of me being left-hand stupid,” I pointed out.
“This,” she emphasized my current stance, “is why I had you working with your left hand, to begin with. You needed to get it warmed up.”
I took a deep breath and remembered the ass-backward way she got me to side-whip before my last match. That one move, which I wasn’t so keen on learning, won the match for me. I decided to shut up and listen.
“Now give it a shot. The key is to keep your wrist locked and use your arm for the rotation. Bend at the elbow. If you use your wrist, your whip will end up looking like a moving ringlet instead of the sideways ‘U’ it is supposed to look like,” Sally told me.
I kept my left arm as far out in front of me as I could and started making circles with it. I was careful to use my arm instead of my wrist. It took me twenty-four attempts before I was able to get the tail to stop swirling like a ringlet. I finally saw the sideways ‘U’ form. Once that happened, I watched the end of the whip lift and was soon spinning parallel to the ground. I had to keep my arm stretched out as far as I could to keep the bend in the ‘U’ from slapping into my legs.
I only needed to get it off the ground in the proper shape once. After that, I could do it easily. The next issue was how long I could keep it spinning. The motion was not a natural one, and my left arm was fatiguing faster than I’d like. When it was finally too tired to hold the motion for more than a couple minutes, Sally stopped me from doing it again.
“We want to train your arm, not pull it,” she said. “We have a few other things to work on, and you can come back to practice that tomorrow.”
Next, she went to her car and brought out an exercise ball. I looked at Kennedi, who had been standing around with nothing to do since I stopped my left-hand overhead whipping practice. She put her hands up and shrugged her shoulders. Apparently, neither of us had any idea what was coming up.
“The Platform has four dangers that you know,” Sally looked to me for confirmation. I nodded at her. “What you may not know is that they don’t always arrive in the same order from match to match. You’ve only dealt with two of them.”
“The hot metal edges and the eat-your-skin-off vibrating sandpaper floor panels,” I said, remembering how there was really no way to completely avoid either one.
“Well, one of
the dangers you haven’t dealt with is the medicine balls,” she said, walking behind me. “I’m going to bounce this exercise ball off the back of your right shoulder.”
I braced myself slightly, not expecting much of anything to happen from a bit of plastic filled with air. I should have braced myself more because when the exercise ball made contact with my left shoulder blade, it knocked me both forward and into a rotation. I ended up almost completely turned around and stumbling to stay upright.
Sally started laughing. “I will never get over how people underestimate these bouncy little things,” she said after Kennedi had thrown the ball back to her. “We are going to do it again. I don’t want you to do anything different. Yes, you will end up flailing around like an idiot, but I want you to pay attention to something specific. You need to hear when I slap the ball before I throw it at you,” she told me, returning to her normal, serious self.
I turned back around and took the same stance I’d had the first time. I heard a loud ‘slap’ and almost immediately felt the ball hit my shoulder and send me spinning.
“Again,” Sally barked.
We repeated the process.
“Again,” she yelled.
I heard the slap and felt the impact.
“Again,” Sally repeated. I finally stopped her.
“What is the point, Sally?” I asked, trying not to sound irritated. I’d come to accept that she teaches unconventionally, but her lack of explanations drove me nuts sometimes.
“You need an idea of how quickly you will feel a medicine ball, that is twenty pounds heavier and being launched at you by force of a small cannon, after you hear the cannon go off,” she explained.
“Alright. Thank you,” I said as I turned around, my back facing her again.
I heard her slap the ball, and I immediately turned to my left, expecting to have the ball go whizzing by me because I’d taken my shoulder out of its way. Instead, I was hit squarely on the upper right arm. I lost my balance, and this time, I fell to the ground.
