by Anna Collins
“Hmm…correct me if I’m wrong. I believe my four ladies trump your full house. If I am not mistaken, that means I win, and you need to remember I’m the one to receive oral gratification. If you were so kind, I would ask you to respectively follow me with that nice hard dick of yours. I can’t stop you from taking matters into your own hands. I hope you can leave it alone while you service me properly,” I said as I got up from the table, pointing to the cards and smiling like I’d given my gender the respect they deserved. I stopped him and made him put on my bra and panties. Damn it…he did look extra hot in them.
“I have no problem admitting defeat. We both played to the best of our ability. I’m ready to take my lumps,” Casper said looking a little bit dejected, but still willing to receive his punishment or his pleasure. I suppose, it depended on how he was looking at it.
I stepped out into the moonlight, the bubbles calling my name and I slipped into the scorching surface with my body now covered up to the neck. I sat there on the bench, watching as he shook his head in disbelief it had come down to him working for me and my pleasure. I gave him a motion with my eyes, and he lifted his leg over the side and climbed in. The red panties wedged between his ass cheeks.
I lowered my hand, and he followed my rules with him now on his knees coming to me like some kind of sex slave in my employ. He touched my legs underneath the swirling water, and I spread them to give him something slippery to feel. He ran his thumb up and down my lips, and I placed my hand on his head to prevent him from taking a deep breath and then going under. I had a better idea, and I got up and satisfied myself by putting my feet on that bench and placing my ass on the edge of the hot tub.
I was already quite saturated with my juices now spilling easily to give my lips the wet sign of approval. I wanted him to know this was not a sprint, but a triathlon. He was going to have to be ready for a long-term engagement. I had no interest in a 5-minute foreplay. I could easily make this a quickie, but the buildup to the moment was too delicious to pass up. I was hot for my man. I think he could see it from the reaction he was getting from us playing metaphorical footsy by putting our fate in the cards.
“Damn, I wish I could say I threw the game, but I didn’t. There’s no way I could have. I take any competition seriously enough. I would never let a woman win just to make her feel good,” Casper said as my knees were pulled apart with him biting his lip with this eagerness to get started.
“I don’t want you to get right to it. Start by sucking my toes. For some girls, this doesn’t do much, but for me, it’s a direct link to my excitement. I want you to enjoy yourself, but I need to see some enthusiasm. I want to hear you ravenously attack me with fervor. There can be no doubt of your sincerity,” I said as I lifted my foot from the water to have him grab me by the arch. He was about to strike the cord to make me want him even more.
I didn’t know how he was going to enjoy this, but the look on his face told me he was ready for any challenge. He worked each toe, sucking back and forth and tickling with his tongue. I squirmed, but I held his eyes, as he moved to the other foot with me precariously balanced with my hands on the edge of the hot tub.
Being naked and free these last few days had been a new experience for me. I loved I could shed my inhibitions and clothes in this order. I was never able to let myself go in the moment. It was always planned and what I had with Casper was not exactly predictable.
“You’re doing this like it isn’t your first time at the rodeo. Could it be that you have a secret kink when it comes to women’s feet? Maybe you didn’t even know you had the particular fetish until I came into your life. If you enjoy something, you shouldn’t let others tell you what is considered right. Damn, I’m getting wetter by giving you direction. When you think you have sufficiently given my toes the attention they are looking for, then I want you to start on my left leg and work your way up with your tongue touching my skin.” I said with the tip of his tongue now lazily moving at a snail’s pace up along my left leg.
“I didn’t think I would like a woman telling me what to do, but it’s kinda nice to take all that guesswork out of it. You know what turns you on the most. This way, you get exactly what you want without me having to stumble in the dark,” Casper said as he had stopped for a moment to state the above.
I was going to use the imprisonment of my thighs, but not until he was in the position to surrender willingly. Both of my holes were winking with encouragement. My mouth was parted, and my tongue came out to find whatever moisture on my lips. I gulped with excitement as he got ever closer to touching the part of me waiting.
“Don’t just stab me with your tongue. Move those lips up and down each side. I think you’ll find most women are susceptible to teasing gestures. It might seem cruel, but the payoff is going to leave me panting for air. I should’ve asked you to wear earplugs. This is one act that can really make me pierce the night sky with my screams,” I said having him purposely avoid the pleasure center of my brain, keeping me waiting on pins and needles.
“I see the way your skin has busted out with goosebumps. I can’t say I don’t enjoy the sight of you perched up there like some queen of her castle,” Casper said with his hot breath touching me and making me wish he would just shut up and do what he was told.
“I didn’t win to listen to you flap your lips. You have me going insane. I feel like I’m wearing a straitjacket; one touch of your tongue to my clit will make it explode from my body. I implore you not to do that right away. I want things to get to a climax in a steady pulsating rhythm. My body is fucking quivering. I love the way your breath leaves me at the edge of my seat,” I said with my back arched and my nipples stretching from my chest. I could’ve taken someone’s eye out with those.
He had both hands on me, and not one was giving him a bit of comfort of his own. He could’ve easily done two things at the same time, but he was doing me the honor of staying with me. A lot of men get sidetracked and find the pleasure of a woman to be too much for them to handle without touching themselves.
Casper flicked his tongue, and my already juicy hole begged for it. He took away the pleasing tip. I grabbed onto his hair, pulling at it with a dizzying effect; it had him staring at me with his mouth barely an inch away from taking the necessary step.
“You do know I’m going to come unglued. I see your cock down below the bubbles, and it’s taking everything in me not to just let you fuck me. My body craves the kind of loving only you can provide. Damn it… Damn it… YES…more of that and I promise you’ll see how I react when somebody does something right. God yes…that is so fucking good. I don’t even know if I have the words to…to…AHHHHHH,” I screamed, slapping my thighs in place and keeping him from breathing.
I heard his muffled voice, but there was no way I could possibly understand what he was saying while he was suffocating under the pressure of my thighs holding him there. I repeatedly banged up against his ears, most likely affecting his balance, but not caring and just flying into the stratosphere of my own sexual desire. There was no safety word. I didn’t need one. My body was now telling me what it wanted. I didn’t have to say anything. Casper was taking his cue from the way my body responded.
I came again. If I thought the first one was something, then the second one was blindingly similar but more intense. It caused spots to dance beyond my vision, and my skin quivered with a trembling release. It came from the way he was manipulating the pleasure zones of my body.
I was barely aware of anything around me other than the pounding drum in my head. All the blood had rushed below my waist, making my lips extra sensitive and feeling completely separated from the rest of my body. I let him linger in between my thighs, pulling back long enough for him to get a breath and then I slammed back together for an even tighter seal.
I hung my legs over his muscular and well-developed arms. My legs were dangling over his back, slapping against the water and sending droplets flying into the air with my over spectacular climax. Two was
so much better than one. I liked he could find this part of me and all it took was showing him. I told him how to start and let him finish with his masculinity still intact.
His lips finally detached from my sex. The glistening shine on his lips was a sight to remember. This was never going to be over, and he was going to keep me coming back for more. Lying here, I found it hard to believe I’d found a man to take my heart and my body.
“I’m glad I could pick you up while you were feeling down. I just want to hold you so you can let it go. You’re the only thing I want. There’s nothing more I need. I can’t pull myself away from you. You look so damn sexy, and you have this glow about you; it makes it impossible for me to turn away for even a moment. My dreams are coming true. I have a big problem, and I’m wondering if you are going to give me a hand with it,” Casper said as he fell back into the water still wearing the underwear.
“You really believe a woman’s work is never done. I’m not falling for it. That does it for me. Don’t worry, I’m only teasing. I don’t think I could walk away with you in this condition,” I said as I was looking at him standing there quite proud of himself, sporting an enlargement of his organ was hard to deny.
“I would love to take that into my mouth, but it would only make you believe I was powerless to resist. I have to do myself the favor of keeping things strictly on a hands-on basis. There’s no way you’re going to complain. It looks like you are almost there. It’s not going to take much to take you the rest of the way,” I said grabbing him without fair warning and pulling him closer so he could anticipate my lips giving him this naughty exploration.
“I’ve played around in the past with other women, but you leave them far behind. There’s something about you; it keeps shining through. You’re certainly not some little girl trying to please an older man. I sometimes find I can’t breathe when I’m around you. You take the air out of the room with your hot body. I can’t live without you. I think about not being with you, and it makes me look at the future in a different way. I figured I was in love with my wife, but I don’t think I really knew what love was. It feels like this all encompassing constricting sensation in my chest. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I had a heart attack. I don’t feel those tingles up my left arm. I do feel tingles, but it’s more localized down where I’m currently in your hands,” Casper said making me want to give him some pleasure and almost falling into the habit of giving in.
“I think we are in the perfect place to get you off,” I said as I dipped my hands in the water and had him submerge until only the head remained looking like a balloon about to pop.
“I don’t know how long this is…this is…going to take. Fucking you with my tongue and giving you this kind of release really did have me wanting to join you. I didn’t, but it wasn’t from lack of trying. I came close, but I stopped myself before I did anything to make you look at me like I wasn’t trustworthy,” Casper said with his legs shaking and his hard as stone cock sliding between my fingers.
“I see you are not going to make it. I could slow down, but I don’t think it would do any good. I’m already barely touching you. The first stroke was so slow. That feeling is holding you captive. It’s about time I took off the shackles. I want you to be free to express yourself as only a man can. I know you can feel me squeezing you. I let you go purposely to see you almost desperate,” I said as I watched his balls from underneath the water draw up against his body in a preview for better things to come.
“This is so much better than my own hand. There’s not a man alive able to give himself this kind of pleasure on his own. We can claim we are the master of our own orgasm, but a woman touching us like this is hard to explain. I have to, and there’s no stopping this…this…fuck me,” Casper said as he exploded like a fountain going straight up and then back down into my hand.
Chapter 17
He lay there in the water with this sublime expression on his face I had never seen in a man. This had worked out amazingly well, and I was pleasantly surprised he was willing to take part in a lesson like this. I don’t think he understood how much this meant to me. He was on a different level than other guys. There was no way I could even compare him. It would be like trying to compare apples and oranges.
“I know just how you feel. I sometimes forget what’s real. This is what I consider living in the moment. I know I’m timid some of the time, but jumping in feet first and not thinking about it has never been my strong suit. I see you are down, but I doubt it would take very much to bring you back to life,” I said with him still lying there with his eyes closed and the biggest smile on his face.
“I do hear what you’re saying, but right now, I’m basking in the afterglow. I’ve never had this kind of feeling. It strangled the very breath from my body. It boggles my mind to think of what that would have felt like if you had let me slip into your mouth. For the first time in my life, I think I’m at a loss for words. There’s really nothing to say. I don’t know for sure, but I think I just had multiple climaxes,” Casper said.
“I was wondering about it myself. You went off like a firecracker, but then when it subsided it didn’t seem to be the end. I gave it a few more strokes, and you shuddered and screamed like a banshee. I’ve never seen that happen to a man. I’m glad I was able to give this to you. I did notice you enjoyed going down on me a lot more than some men would in this position. You really got something special from seeing me scream and thrust up against your face,” I said as I pushed myself over to him.
I was tempted to touch him, but I think he had more than enough for one night. I lay against his chest and ran my fingers down over his body. If I believed it was possible, I would’ve made him purr like a kitten.
I saw he was sleeping soundly, but I had this excess energy. I decided to put it to good use. I went to get my laptop and climbed back into the hot tub with it set on the side. I began to type; I found inspiration looking at his body and brought it to life. He was the perfect specimen. The only difference between him and my character was longer hair. My character had flowing blonde locks and ripping off his shirt would show him to be an Adonis.
The next three chapters had come from my own experience but in a different way. I had my female main character, a woman who lived going through the motions. She found a reason to stand by her man. He was under attack by a family member who wanted to take the inheritance that was rightfully his. Drake was my male character’s name, and he was a stable boy, but without him knowing, he was the illegitimate child of the owner of the estate. The owner’s son, Colby, found out he wasn’t going to be given the keys to the kingdom. He was appalled to learn of Drake’s existence who lived under his nose.
I had Drake barely able to escape a couple of traps meant to kill him. He thought they were only accidents, but his lady love had seen things for what they were. She tried to convince him in vain Colby could not be trusted. She went snooping and overheard him talking about the poison taking his father too soon.
I heard a splash of the water behind me, and I looked back to see he was once again reading over my shoulder. I thought I would feel he was invading my space, but I really didn’t mind he was going along on this journey with me.
“I can relate to the character. I went through something similar with an older brother from another mother. We were always at odds. I thought he hated me and rightfully so, but then he showed his colors by coming to my rescue. He had arranged for me to trip down the stairs, but at the last second, he pushed me aside and tumbled to his downfall. He broke his neck. From where I was standing, I could tell he was dead upon impact. I never told anybody this story, and I never thought I would,” Casper said as he was vulnerable, letting me see his feelings splayed out.
“I saw the pain in your eyes, but I didn’t know the death of your brother haunts you. I want you to know I feel for you. I never thought I fit in with my family. I had to get out before I found myself drowning in their criticism. I listen to you, and I realize we don�
�t choose our family. We love them unconditionally, even if they drive us crazy and make us want to wrap our hands around their throats,” I said realizing he had taken me quite by surprise by his confession of the soul.
“We had him cremated according to his wishes. I scattered his ashes in the wind. It was at one of his favorite spots on a cliff overlooking the ocean. He never did get to travel much. I thought it was a fitting sendoff. He could go wherever the tide took him. I hoped he was watching from above, but I’m really not sure I believe in afterlife. Certain things have happened in my life; they make me believe there is a God. I could’ve died that day, but for whatever reason, he decided to prevent me from taking the fall,” Casper said with this look of faraway angst. I could only be there for him.
“It couldn’t have been easy for you to see him like this. You have to take solace in the fact that he was there for you. I doubt he wanted to take your place, but fate has a strange plan for all of us. There is no way we can question it. We can rage against the machine and shake our fists in defiance, but whatever happens, happens for a reason. I believe that more now than ever. Having you in my life gave me the fire I needed to take my characters out of my head and onto the pages,” I said as he got out of the water and reached his hand out to help me do the same.
