by Mira Paul
Dragica raised an eyebrow. “Pseudo science.”
“That’s not the point,” Nicky countered. Nearing a rage, she clenched her fist and her black glove tightened between her fingers. “I just don’t want it in here.”
When Dragica spun her chair around and sighed, she seemed more perplexed than argumentative, and Nicky’s tightly coiled stomach eased up a touch. “If you don’t want it here, why did you specifically ask me to bring it in here? I just can’t understand what’s going on with you when you pull this shit.”
Nicky had to give in. How could she keep up the argument when she knew her woman was right? “I’m sorry,” Nicky moaned. Picking up the second glove, she entwined her bare fingers in its satiny grasp. “I just wanted you close to me. You kept sneaking in from the den at two, three in the morning, and creeping into bed like you didn’t want to wake me up. I was like, ‘What the hell is she doing in there that’s keeping her up so late and making her look so guilty?’”
“Guilty?” Dragica laughed like she couldn’t understand where the accusation came from. “You know I’m working, woman. You’ve seen it for yourself.”
“Yeah, I know.” Nicky rolled down the second glove and planted her fingers deep inside. “But I thought if you brought the computer in here, you might remember I existed. Obviously that plan didn’t work.”
Dragica’s eyebrows rose in surprise, then sank at the sides. She looked full of pity as she gazed back at her computer screen. “Oh, Nicky,” she said. “Oh, Nicky.” And, reaching for the button at the back of the flat-screen monitor, she shut it down in one fell swoop.
The office chair squeaked as Dragica wheeled herself over to the side of the bed. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
Nicky shrugged.
“You know I don’t pick up on the subtle stuff,” Dragica gently reminded her. “At the end of the day, I’m just another dumb guy. They should write me into a sitcom, I’m so clueless!”
“But can’t you see that’s a failing? I ask you to come to bed and you don’t even hear me. Why is everything such a struggle with us, Draga? Why is nothing ever easy?”
Without answer or hesitation, Dragica stood up from her chair and reached across the bed. Gasping, Dragica pinched the hem of Nicky’s one loose glove and pulled it slowly up her arm, up past her elbow, until it covered her bicep. “My God,” she mumbled as Nicky kicked the covers down to her feet. “You look…wow!”
There was nothing that turned Nicky on more than that look of awe in Dragica’s eyes—well, aside from a good pair of gloves. But what her inattentive girlfriend never seemed to realize was that she wore something like this to bed every night, just waiting for Dragica to notice. She would never ’fess up to the amount of money she spent on lingerie—the girl would go ballistic. Tonight it was the bedroom dress with black lycra cups snuggling her breasts together like a familiar pair of hands. The gathered burgundy satin below did a nice job of concealing the belly fat she didn’t like Draga seeing—not that Dragica didn’t have flab of her own. They were both big girls, which is probably why they’d always felt so comfortable together. Even when they argued, Nicky knew they were a “forever” couple. She knew they’d come through it.
“I love my butch bottom,” Nicky cooed, rolling on to her side and patting the spot next to herself on the bed.
Dragica tsked her teeth as she tore out of her clothes. “Don’t call me that.” Her threadbare retro T-shirt and track pants fell to the floor. Dragica never wore a bra at home, and her big brown tits swung loose as she pushed off her cotton panties.
When Nicky wore the gloves, she could win any dispute. “That’s what you are, babe—my big, beautiful butch bottom!”
A glimmer of a smirk drew across Dragica’s lips as she stood up straight. Naked. It wasn’t often Nicky called her beautiful. “Yeah, well…don’t say it out loud.”
Nicky only chuckled as Draga snuck in beside her, on her back, dark nipples hardening in anticipation. When she looked up at Nicky, Nicky kissed her lips sweetly and pet her cheeks with both gloved hands. Dragica gasped at the sensation of smooth-as-silk spandex against her face. She never seemed to understand that everything felt just as good for Nicky—after all, she had that fabric draped across both arms and enclosing each finger in a tight black prison. The sensation blew her body’s mind every time.
Dragica let out a big sigh and closed her eyes. When Nicky knew her woman was receptive enough to accept, she pressed her thumb between those two full lips and past Draga’s teeth. Without even opening her eyes, Dragica sucked and Nicky’s whole body felt warm. Her heart beat stronger in her chest.
As Draga sucked her thumb, Nicky traced her fingers down that beautiful neck. Most people probably wouldn’t look at her girlfriend and find Dragica beautiful as a whole, but Nicky found every part beautiful in its own right. The collarbone she drew her fingers along was certainly the most spectacular collarbone she’d ever laid eyes on, and Draga’s chest glowed honey-brown. But those breasts—oh, those breasts! They were just so big, so natural, so perfect.
When Nicky withdrew her thumb, Dragica’s eyes opened wide just in time to see Nicky slap both big tits. Nicky smacked her nipples first and Draga’s breasts recoiled, bouncing upward. As those orbs of flesh jiggled, Nicky spanked them again. She smacked their round sides. Those perfect tits flew together to meet in the middle, whacked against each other, and rebounded back toward Nicky’s waiting hands. When she slapped them again, Draga whined, “Let me suck!”
“Don’t be a child,” Nicky scolded. “You’ll suck when I let you suck.” And she pinched one nipple between her finger and her wet thumb while she spanked the other tit twelve times fast with her spandex glove. Switch. She pinched the other nipple and smacked the first with the greatest speed she could muster.
Dragica’s honey-brown tits were turning red now. Her nipples stood erect like two fleshy little soldiers. Those tits were still jiggling when Nicky shoved two dry fingertips into Draga’s mouth. Her woman burbled thanks as she sucked, and within moments Nicky’s fingers were wet with the warm saliva bleeding through her black gloves. Nicky couldn’t deny the pleasure of it all when Draga slipped that hot pink tongue of hers between two spandex fingers. The pelvis-warming sensation nearly sent Nicky off the deep end, but she held it together as she cupped a big tit in her hand and squeezed. Dragica bucked her hips up and sucked harder, like a baby with a spandex bottle.
“You’ve been such a cunt these past few months,” Nicky moaned.
Through Nicky’s fingers, Dragica mumbled, “I know!”
Shaking her head in dismay, Nicky traced dry fingers down the ample flesh of Draga’s belly. “We’re in the same room, and still you’re never around.”
“I’m sorry!” Mumble, mumble.
True, she looked sorry enough. Dragica’s eyebrows drew up in the middle like a woeful puppy dog, but still. “You need to learn.” And without delay, Nicky brought her dry glove down on Draga’s black bush.
With a moan, Dragica opened her thighs to welcome a more intimate smack. Nicky did not spurn the invitation. She smacked her woman’s pink pussy once, twice, three times, and watched Draga jump slightly in response.
“Are you learning?” Nicky asked, bringing down her wrath on Dragica’s erect clit.
Draga recoiled and bounced against the mattress. “Yes.”
Trapping Draga’s clit between her gloved thumb and index finger, Nicky squeezed. Hard. Dragica squealed and writhed as Nicky pressed back and forth on that squishy bud of pure sensitivity.
Nicky spanked Draga’s clit four, five, six times before pressing it again between her thumb and forefinger. “What are you learning?”
“Not to ignore you?” Draga asked.
A statement would have been preferable to a question. Nicky slapped Draga’s pink pussy three more times. “Not to take me for granted.”
“I’m sorry, Nicky. I won’t—not anymore.” Draga held Nicky’s wrist with both hands and sucked fast on those
two wet fingers. Perhaps it was time to get a few more fingers wet. Nicky released Draga’s clit and slipped her fingers down into the juice below. Man, was there a lot of it! Though, as Nicky squirmed slightly in her ruched satin dress, she realized how wet she’d become while Dragica sucked her fingers. It was the gloves—they did the trick every time. What luck they had, to share a common fetish.
Pressing her thumb down against Draga’s clit, Nicky slipped one spandex finger into her wet slit. Dragica squeezed her wrist until she was sure her hand was turning purple inside that glove. Didn’t matter. Draga’s cunt was so juicy she slid her middle finger into that hot hole without any trouble. Why not try for a third? Nicky pushed her ring finger inside, and Dragica moaned.
Nicky was stretched across Dragica’s body, one hand in her mouth, one hand in her pussy. She shoved three fat fingers inside, working her girl’s clit with her thumb all the while. Draga’s pussy muscles clamped down as she writhed her hips against the mattress and moaned. All Nicky could do was withdraw her gloved fingers almost all the way, then force them straight back into Draga’s wet snatch. Again and again, she rammed her woman with three fingers, letting her pinkie brush Dragica’s asshole with every plunge. Clit, pussy, asshole—fingers for all!
The wetness from Draga’s pussy juice seeped in through Nicky’s gloves and soaked her fingers. With wild drive, she pushed those three fingers far inside and turned her hand back and forth like a juicer. Dragica loved it. She planted her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips up off the bed. The ample flesh of her belly and her tits rippled as she bucked up against Nicky’s hand, and she moaned and squealed even as she sucked.
Nicky could finger-fuck with the best of them. She toyed with that begging clit even as she reamed Draga’s cunt. Hard. With each collision of fingers and pussy, she made sure to strike Draga’s asshole too. Stimulation of three points of interest would have brought her to orgasm soon, but Nicky knew how to crash the wave now. She fell forward against Draga’s breast and sucked a pert nipple into her mouth. The very moment tongue met tit, Dragica exploded with orgasmic energy. She bucked like crazy up at Nicky’s hand and squeezed tighter on Nicky’s wrist. Finally, she tore Nicky’s fingers from her mouth to shriek and beg. She held her hips perfectly still high above the mattress while Nicky kept at her engorged clit.
Finally, Dragical squealed, “No! Oh my God, no more!” Slapping her thighs closed, she turned away from Nicky in bed, lying on her side as she trembled and sighed. “That was amazing. That was incredible.”
With two wet hands, Nicky turned off the lights and wrapped her arms around the woman she’d satisfied so well. When Draga came that hard, Nicky felt it not only in her body, but in her heart and spirit as well. She left the gloves on and cupped Dragica’s big naked breasts. Draga sighed. Nicky sighed. Draga giggled. So did Nicky.
“That really was amazing,” Dragica repeated, snuggling her backside closer to Nicky.
“In the morning, you’ll have to wash my gloves.” Nicky pulled the sheet up to cover them before kissing Draga’s shoulder. “Because there’s going to be much more of this after you’ve moved that computer.”
Reaching back to squeeze Nicky’s ass, Dragica released a decadent sigh. “I’d do anything for you.”
The Domination Of Rubberella
by Thomma Finland
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who’s the kinkiest bitch of all?” she asked. Slowly. Softly. Ruby red lips inches from mine.
“That’s the wrong story. We’re not doing Rubber White tonight. I’m Rubberella.”
“Did I give you permission to correct me, slave?” She hissed like a cobra. “You’re a bad little slave girl. And bad little slave girls have to be punished.”
She tightened the leather restraints on my wrists and ankles. My heart fluttered and my stomach knotted excitedly but I kept my face blank. With one hard kick from her heavy stilettos she forced my legs apart wider. Still I did nothing. Looking straight ahead, I concentrated on breathing evenly and showing absolutely no emotion.
“You’ve got a strong will, slave,” she whispered, the tip of her tongue tickling my earlobe. I don’t know how I didn’t shudder. “It will be my great pleasure to break you of it.”
Her hands skillfully glided over the skin tight rubber suit that hugged my body. Only my tits and pussy were exposed to the world. She was careful not to touch my naked flesh. It was torture. I wanted her. Desperately. I needed her to worship my body.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, slave,” she demanded, wrapping my hair around her fist tightly and pulling it. I couldn’t help but gasp as my head shot back. She laughed and descended upon my neck like a vampire, sensuously licking it.
“That’s what I like to hear. Moan again, slave,” she commanded, pulling my hair once more. I was silent.
“Do not disobey me,” she warned, tightening her grip on my hair and giving a small warning tug. “Let’s not forget who’s tied up. Now, moan for your queen.”
With one hard yank she pulled my head back. Unable to stop myself I cried out. My moans echoed off the walls, making her smile. We kissed passionately, grinding our bare pussies against each other. Her moist tongue entered my mouth and flicked against mine. My hair was still wrapped around her fist. My pussy was wet and throbbing with erotic need.
“Don’t try to resist me,” she moaned into my mouth. Her fingers continued to roam over my rubber suit. She pinched my hard nipples. “Give yourself to me. Completely.” She shoved her middle finger deep inside me. I couldn’t help but moan and rise up on my toes like a ballerina, fingers clenching and unclenching orgasmically. “Totally,” she slowly, torturously, finger-fucked me. “Forever,” she whispered into my mouth before kissing me and pinching my pussy lips.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, eyes rolling back in my head.
“Did I give you permission to speak? My…beautiful Rubberella.” Her voice was a whisper on the wind as her long blood-red nails lovingly caressed my cheek before slapping it hard. She smiled at hearing my shocked, aroused cry.
Cupping my face in her hands she slowly ran her tongue over the spot where she had slapped me. As she licked my wound, her fingers got lost in my thick honeysuckle-blond hair.
Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out. In and out. The suit was getting hotter, tighter, as my arousal reached its boiling point. I loved it. My leg muscles flexed and my arms tingled as she kissed my tender, tingling cheek.
“Such a beautiful little slave,” she said, standing back and admiring me. “Such beautiful tits. Perfect nipples. A nice, juicy pussy. All for me.”
As she looked at me, her hands absentmindedly ran over her body, a delicious rich dark chocolate. Except for the thigh-high stilettos, she was completely nude.
My eyes greedily drank in her beauty. I never grew tired of her body. Her full, pouty lips. Large, natural tits with the largest nipples I’ve ever seen on a woman. Plump, round ass and the tightest pussy God ever made. I was truly lucky. Not only to have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world but one who was almost as kinky as me. Maybe that’s why we had been together almost thirty years. We were able to keep the sex new, fresh, and exciting. Plus, we still looked damn good for women approaching fifty.
Slowly she turned around, body undulating like a serpent and bent over, giving me a great view of her ass. Her pretty pussy peeked out at me from between her thighs. I was wet as I gazed at her with lustful hunger. Gazing over her shoulder she winked coyly at me as her hand slithered over her ass. She spanked herself several times, making the flesh jiggle hypnotically. Her long nails tickled her inviting hole before she slowly slid her pinkie inside her ass. Using the palm of her other hand she rhythmically massaged her pussy for several minutes before licking her palm.
Removing her pinkie from her ass she ran it over her lips temptingly and slowly walked over to me. She reminded me of a she-wolf stalking its prey.
Pressing her pinkie against my lips we both licked it. My pussy tingled and I near
ly came the moment I tasted her sweet ass.
Slowly she slid down my body. Her tongue licked the rubber suit, making my skin shudder with pleasurable sparks. When she reached my tits she attacked them like a piranha. My back arched and my nails dug into my palms as she licked my sensitive rose-colored nipples and pulled them lovingly between her teeth. Squeezing my tits together, she batted at them, reminding me of the way our cat bats at his toy mouse that hangs on a string. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Is there something funny about what I am doing, slave?” she asked, glaring.
“No. Sorry, my queen.” I couldn’t stop giggling. The image of that damn cat and his toy was still fresh in my mind.
“Are you mocking me, bitch?” she asked, slapping me. “For your sake,” she said, placing her hands around my throat and licking my lips, “I sincerely hope you aren’t making fun of my authority.”
“I’m sorry, my beautiful queen,” I said, drowning in her beautiful emerald green eyes. “I would never disrespect or mock you. An outside image came into my mind.”
She studied me. We were silent for eons. My heart thudded against the tight suit. Finally, a smile slowly spread across her lips.
“Every queen deserves a slave like you.” I smiled. “But I still must punish you for laughing, for thinking about the outside world and for smiling at that compliment. I must teach you that good slaves are humble and give their queens their undivided attention.”
Walking over to her chest of toys, she rummaged through it before pulling out a large velvet paddle. She studied it for a long time before gently slapping it against her ass a couple times.
“Yes,” she said, satisfied. “This will do nicely.”
Gulping, I watched her walk toward me, never taking her eyes from mine. Kneeling behind me, she ran the paddle over my ass before slapping it several times, each time increasing the strength of the blow. I moaned and groaned with every hit. I loved to be spanked and—though I would never tell her—sometimes during our sessions I would be bad just so she would have to spank me.
