by Chloe Cole
In a blind fury of passion and anger, at himself as much as her, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. Sitting back on the settee and pulling her roughly over his lap he ground out, “I treat you like a child, ‘eh? You are going to march up those stairs now or I am going to give you the spanking I should have given you years ago.”
Fina began to wriggle, struggling to stand.
“Stop it. Stop that right now.”
In her tussle, her skirts flipped up, and he was faced with her plump, round behind covered only by a scrap of lace. He gave her a sharp slap on the bottom. “Stay still,” he commanded sharply through clenched teeth.
Fina stilled at the contact then let out a gasp. Rather than shrinking from him, she arched her hips forward, pressing her heat against his erection.
“Stay still, girl. You know not what you do.” He realized his voice was almost pleading now, but there was no help for it.
She turned to look up at him and slowly, deliberately, ground herself against him. And again, he slapped her bottom. Her pupils dilated, and the pulse in her neck pounded. She moaned low in her throat, squeezed her legs together, and pumped her hips against him.
Helpless, he grunted as his cock surged against her. His pelvis moved in counterpoint to hers, almost as if of its own volition. Brazenly, she reached between them, her small hand clutching at his cock, but he slapped her on the ass sharply and hissed, “No”.
She groaned as his palm connected. His hand stung, and a rush of heat warmed her ass as something dark and needing curled low in his belly. She rubbed herself more insistently against his cock, straining to get closer. He swore and then slapped her again, a little harder.
“Again,” she pleaded, and he obliged her.
“Is this what you want, Fina? Is it?” he asked, alternating sharp slaps with hard squeezes, kneading her firm ass cheeks while grinding her against his ever-thickening length.
She should be afraid, he thought dimly. What was the matter with him? He was her guardian. And even if he wasn’t, this was not the way to introduce her to lovemaking. But his attack of conscience was short lived as he felt the damp heat of her pussy seep through his pants. His cock jumped and throbbed, aching to be within her. He fought not to tear off her undergarment and ram himself into her every time she moved. She wriggled and squirmed and gasped, so responsive. . .
Caleb was on the edge of losing control and could feel by the tension in her that she was close as well. Something wonderful, something hotter and deeper than any of the orgasms he’d experienced before teased at him. So close that he was helpless to stop it.
As they rocked, she began to beg him, “Please, Caleb. Please. Love me… Please…” But it only made him slow down as he fought to control himself. If they were going to do this, he wanted to be her whole world right then. He wanted to consume her.
He stopped abruptly, resting his hand lightly on her behind as he took a steadying breath. He ran his palm gently over the slope of one cheek and the other, then reached around underneath her to lightly pinch her exposed nipple. She shuddered on top of him and ground her hips against him even more urgently. He slid one finger down to the sliver of lace covering her bottom, grasped it in his fist, and snapped it. He tossed the scrap aside.
Her luscious ass was bare to him now, and be bent low to bite a full cheek. He pulled back and lightly touched the tip of his finger to the crack of her ass, up and down, nudging her legs open and finally sliding his finger smoothly all the way down, deep into the hot wetness of her pussy.
He heard the sharp intake of her breath and knew by the tension in her limbs, the absolute stillness of her body, that if he moved she would come. He stayed perfectly still as she shook, her body taut as she strained toward release.
He refused to move until she calmed a bit, some of the tension leaving her legs, but then built her back up in a rush as he slid in a second finger, mercilessly working her pussy.
He leaned close, muttered softly into the shell of her ear, “Do you want it?”
“Yes! Yes, yes!”
“Tell me,” he urged as he slid his fingers in and out of her unbearably tight core. “Tell me exactly what you want from me, Fina.”
She swallowed hard and struggled to speak, but he was relentless. His fingers were teasing, entering her in more shallow thrusts, slipping and sliding over her clit before entering her.
She found her voice, low and sultry. “I want that cock inside me.”
The sound of her saying such a thing almost made him come in his britches.
She continued boldly. “I want you to slap my ass while you fuck me until this ache goes away. And you know you want it, too,” she taunted as she lifted her hips, reaching between them and squeezing his rock-hard shaft through his pants.
Caleb couldn’t take it any longer. Her voice, her lovely, bow-shaped mouth begging him for his cock, the feel of her small but insistent hand, it was all too much and threw him over the edge. He slid his fingers from her tight sheath and tore at the fastening of his pants, grabbing himself in his fist and releasing his swollen member from its prison.
Once freed from the confines of his pants, his pulsing cock jutted upward between her thighs. He bent her knees and tilted his hips forward, thrusting into her wet heat, hard. He gave no quarter, and despite the initial resistance of her body, her pussy opened for him like a flower.
She let out a yelp then a long moan. He was glad for their position as it kept him from entering her fully and hurting her. He didn’t know if he could muster the control to hold back.
Fina was still for a moment then began to bounce her hips up and down. Unleashed, he began fucking her in earnest, his cock pounding in and out. He watched in rapt amazement at that gorgeous ass moving up and down, up and down over his lap. He closed his eyes to the sight, feeling the cum creep up his balls, ready to explode from him in a rush. But eyes closed, his imagination took over, and he pictured himself pulling out of her, taking himself in his fist and working himself up and down until he came all over that beautiful white bottom.
His head was so filled with the myriad of things he wanted to do with her, he couldn’t keep up. He decided to focus his energy on one thing, and slid a finger, still slick with the juice from her pussy, back up between cleft of her cheeks. Gently, he slid the tip of his wet finger into her tight asshole. Again, his control faltered, and he almost came from the feel of it. She began to pump her hips even more frantically, murmuring his name over and over as she did.
“Is this what you want?” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “Take it, Fina. Take what you want. That’s it,” he encouraged, “ride it hard.” Then he thrust up with his cock to meet her. He ached to seat himself in her fully, bury himself all the way in her heat until he could go no further. Yet, he was so taken by the sight of her riding him this way he couldn’t bear to move. Then he felt that subtle change, her body drawing tight, and he knew he was about to make her come. All thoughts of moving evaporated as he waited for the storm.
She panted as he pumped in and out of her, his finger tight in her ass. She rode him faster, faster until she froze in place, scarcely breathing as she came. It rippled through her body, and she bucked against him as she screamed his name.
Caleb squeezed his eyes closed to block out the sight, knowing if he saw it again, her creamy, smooth ass jiggling on him, he would be done. He tried to stay still, waiting for her to calm. He soothed her, rubbing her back and petting her hair, and she trembled in his lap and quieted.
“We aren’t done yet, princess,” he whispered.
He flipped her off his lap and rose, pressing her back against the settee. He held her wide-eyed gaze as he spread her legs and knelt between them. Leaning forward, he kissed her thigh gently, then nipped it sharply. He inhaled the musky scent of her pussy; it was like a siren’s song calling to him. He pressed his face between her thighs and, snaking his tongue between her folds, lapped at her. He groaned at the dark, sensual taste of her, delving deeper with hi
s tongue.
Fina stared down at him, seemingly transfixed. He lapped at her sex, finding her clit with his mouth, and began to suck it, gently first, alternating, licking then sucking, and she tensed again.
He slid his hand up her thigh and pressed two long fingers deep into her pussy as he suckled her. Thrusting them into her, once, twice, he heard her sob, her body arching like a bow, and she came hard against his mouth, head tossing to and fro.
Caleb tried to wait until she finished, but he couldn’t. He was close to spurting into the air he was so hard. He moved up her body quickly and slid the steely heat of his cock into her deep, as deep as he could go.
Her pussy clenched repeatedly on him as she began to come again, one orgasm after another. He watched her beautiful face, frozen in wonder as her body pulled at his. He felt the hot liquid of his cum snaking up his balls as he tried to keep himself from joining her, wanting to prolong the sensation for as long as he could. But her orgasm went on and on, sucking at him like a hungry mouth. He let out a long groan, his cock throbbing and jerking as the hot cum spurt out, hard and fast into her, her heat milking him until he was dry and spent.
Caleb fell forward, lying on top of her, drained. She cradled his head to her neck and sighed in satisfaction.
“Well, that was nice, wasn’t it?” she purred.
“Sweetheart, that was the furthest thing from nice I can think of,” he responded with a wry grin. He pushed himself up and bent to lift her in his arms. Leaving the clothes strewn about the room, he headed out and up the stairs to his quarters. He deposited her on the bed and stood looking down at her happy, flushed face. “So, you love me, do you lass?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes, I do. Very much. I’ve thought about this a lot longer than you, so you can take some time to get used to the idea. But you’re stuck with me, my darling guardian. Let me know when you come to terms with that.” She gave him a sassy grin.
Caleb grinned back and moved to the fireplace, quickly lighting a fire. He walked back to the bed, a puzzled look on his face. “The question at hand is, how did you learn all of that? I mean, you were a maiden, I could feel it, yet you seemed so comfortable.”
“Well,” she replied leaning toward him, taking his already stiffening cock into her hand, “I will tell you the tale of the night I learned about making love…just as soon as I see how this tastes.” She sucked him into her mouth.
Caleb’s eyes crossed as the heat pooled low in his groin.
Yes, the explanations could wait.
The End
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Voyeurs Volume Two: The Prisoner
Suddenly, something snapped inside her. Screw it. She was sick to death of holding back. Sick of pretending she didn’t want it and trying to hide who and what she was. With a steely resolve, she moved toward the monitors and adjusted the picture on 742 to zoom in close. In the dim light, she could make out Jake, standing next to his bed. She glanced at the clock. Ten thirty on the nose.
At that moment he, too, looked up at the clock in his cell and smiled, then turned to face the camera. He backed up slowly, sitting on the edge of his bunk out of sight of the opposite cells. After folding his pillow behind him so he could recline, he eased back. Instead of resting, she edged forward in her chair, holding her breath. She watched as his right hand slowly disappeared down the front of his pants and his left moved up to his chest to tug at his nipple.
His gaze never left the camera and he began stroking himself beneath his pants, not yet baring himself to her. Mickey groaned as she too reached for and plucked at her already swollen nipple. She bit her lip and moaned. Damn, it had been so, so long. She rocked on her chair, trying to ease the pressure between her thighs. Trembling, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. She moved a hand to the front of her bra and cupped the fullness of one breast, again tugging the nipple, this time a little harder. She snaked her other hand toward the button on her pants. As it opened, she quickly slid the zipper down and cupped herself.
God it felt good when she splayed her hand over her pussy. She groaned as she began to rub her clit with her fingertips. Her frustration built higher with every touch. She could have come just watching him, but felt empty inside as she hungrily eyed his huge cock.
She tried to fight the waves lapping at her, ready to crash, knowing that relief would be fleeting. She wanted–no, needed–to feel him inside her. Whimpering in dissatisfaction, she slid two fingers into her pussy and groaned. She struggled to get her fingers deeper, so deep that she could imagine it was Jake’s cock pounding into her. She moaned and again fought off the climax threatening to suck her under.
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Jake stared into the camera and tried not to close his eyes as he imagined Mickey’s full breasts, nipples primed for sucking, underneath that uniform. He imagined what they would look like, imagined pressing his thick cock between those silken breasts and her squeezing them together as he pumped his shaft up and down.
Suddenly impatient, he drew his cock out of his pants. He squeezed the head and groaned as a drop of cum beaded at the tip. All he could picture was Mickey, kneeling before him, licking it away and sucking him deep into her mouth. He stroked faster, working himself harder, thinking of her in front of the surveillance camera, watching him. Was she playing with herself? Pinching those firm nipples, sliding a feminine finger into that damp crease and then deep inside her tight pussy. He released his nipple and lowered his hand to squeeze his balls, pulling as the pressure built low in his belly. If he didn’t slow down, he would be done before they even started…
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