by Desiree Holt
There was that chuckle again. “Why, Carolina Michaels, I do believe you could become addicted to spanking.”
He landed another blow, and yet another. With each slap her body jerked, the little ivory balls in her cunt rolled and her internal flesh got hotter and hotter. When Sam slid his fingers back into her asshole, then spanked her again, small shudders raced through her body and her vaginal sheath convulsed. She gripped the quilted cover of her bed, shocked that she could have even a small orgasm without a vibrator or a cock.
“Oh, honey.” He placed a kiss on each of her ass cheeks. “You are definitely one hot little number. I am so glad you saved it all for me.” He landed one last slap. “Okay, sugar, take a deep breath for me, will you?”
He pressed the well-greased butt plug against the rosette of her anus and began to push.
Callie tried to pull away, but his arm across her back held her in place. “Don’t fight it, Callie. You can take it. If you can’t take this, you can’t take my cock, and I won’t be able to fuck your ass. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”
She shook her head and forced herself to relax. Sam resumed the pressure and then, with one last push, the plug was seated inside her all the way. He gave her ass one last slap, and Callie thought she might faint from the sensations flooding her pussy.
“Feel good, sugar?”
Callie nodded her head.
“Don’t move. Just stay that way for a minute.”
As if she could do anything else. Callie was concentrating on not allowing another one of those mini-orgasms to overtake her. She heard sounds behind her, and then the feel of warm flesh against the cheeks of her ass. His cock! She tried to wiggle back against him.
“Uh uh. Not yet.”
He reached under her and flipped her over so suddenly the balls in her vagina crashed against her, sending shock waves clear to her womb and making her vaginal muscles constrict. She let her eyes travel the length of Sam’s now naked body and thought she’d come just from looking at him.
The dark hair on his chest arrowed toward his navel and ended in a thick nest of curls at the base of his cock. And what a magnificent cock it was, swollen to unbelievable proportions, the veins lining it pulsating, the dark purple head glistening with a drop of pre-cum. She thought of having that inside both of her channels, and a shiver of delight raced through her.
Sam ran his finger over the head of his dick, then dragged it against her lips. “Like the way I taste, Callie?” When she nodded and licked her lips, he said, “Wait until you take me in your mouth and I fill it with a lot more of this. I just can’t wait to feel those soft little lips around me and that tongue stroking me.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “But tonight’s all about you, sugar.”
As he talked, his cock jerked in his hand, and Callie saw his muscles tense. Sam was just as hot as she was.
He scooted her back slightly on the bed, bent her legs to spread them wide apart and planted her feet on the mattress. She heard a slight thud and lifted her head. Sam was on his knees in front of her. Then his fingers stroked her labia, rubbed her slit and slid inside her. Her muscles clamped down on him, and he laughed as he withdrew his hand.
“That little cunt is so sweet, I don’t know if I want to fingerfuck you first, eat you or watch you come with one of those interesting vibrators you bought. Which is it, Callie? Which would you like first?”
“Anything,” she gasped. “Just do something.” Between the little balls and his wicked fingers, she was so hot she didn’t care.
“Well, let’s try a combination. Relax, sugar. We’ve got all night.”
****
Sam would have pinched himself if his fingers weren’t already busy exploring the moist pink pussy he was feasting his eyes on. Who ever would have guessed that the buttoned up little peaches and cream dish next door, the one he’d lusted after for so many months, would be such a hot little pistol who wanted the same kind of sex he did.
So all right, she’d never had anal sex before of any kind, with or without the toys. But she told him she’d been dreaming about it—about him—and she’d bought all this stuff. He was going to make tonight so memorable for her she’d want him over here all the time. The thought of it made his cock twitch.
He tapped the base of the butt plug.
Callie moaned, and her cream gushed more heavily. Jesus, just listening to those moans of pleasure puffing out of her sweet, luscious lips was enough to make him come. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to maintain control. He was determined to hold off his own orgasm until he’d satisfied Callie every way she wanted. If he could, that was.
“Okay, sugar. Here we go.”
Reaching into the pink shopping bag he’d pulled down beside him, he took out the little Pocket Rocket, a good thing to start with. He could tease and tantalize her with it and still have a hand and his mouth free to use on her. Turning it on, he ran it gently around her outer lips, holding her steady with his other hand when she jumped at the first touch. He smiled as more cream pulsed from her core.
Up and down he ran it, first on the outside, then on the inside. The muscles in her greedy sheath began to quiver, and he rotated his other hand so his thumb reached her clit. Sliding the Rocket toward her opening, he began to pinch and rub her clit in time with the vibrator. Callie moaned louder and tried to shift her hips.
He was fascinated, watching the slick flesh deepen in color, and when he slid the Rocket inside her, she nearly came off the bed. He knew the vibrations were stimulating the balls he’d left in her, and the thrusting of her hips told him she was climbing the edge of an orgasm.
“Does this feel good, sugar?” When she didn’t answer, he pinched her clit again. “Come on, Callie. I want to hear you tell me exactly how it feels, or I’ll stop.”
“No, no, no.” Desperation tinged her voice. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop.”
“Then tell me, sugar. Do you feel all hot and quivery inside there?”
“Yessss.” Her hips bounced. “Yes, I do. I can feel that vibrator all the way through me. God, Sam, it’s making those balls dance, and my pussy’s so hot I think it’s going to catch fire.”
“You’re creaming, baby. All that delicious liquid coming out of you. I just have to have a taste.” He pulled out the Rocket, leaned down and ran his tongue from the base of her slit all the way to the top, then slid the vibrator back in again. “Mmmm. You taste just like apricots, Callie. Sweet, delicious apricots. “
She was squirming so much he could hardly hold her still. He held her thighs apart with his wide shoulders, but his hands had all they could do to keep the Rocket doing its job and prevent Callie from bouncing off the bed. She was quivering and creaming, and every time he brushed his thumb across her clit she let out another tiny scream.
“Please, Sam. Please, please, please.” Her chest was heaving with her effort to breathe, and a thin sheen of perspiration coated her skin. Sam wanted to lick every inch of her; she looked so tempting.
“Please what, sugar? Let you come?”
“Yes, yes, yes. I have to come. Oh, please.”
“Okay, baby. Let’s see that hot little cunt go wild.”
He turned up the speed on the vibrator, pushed it in further so it touched the balls way up in her vagina. His other hand pinched her clit and pulled on it. Callie exploded like a rocket, tiny screams bursting from her throat, her liquid flooding over his hands and running into the crack of her ass. She ground her thighs into his shoulders, trying to squeeze her legs closed, but he held her relentlessly open, watching every tiny spasm roll through her smooth, slick pussy.
The Rocket buzzed unremittingly, driving her still higher, until at long last the quivers slowed, Callie’s thighs eased their pressure on his shoulders and her body began to relax. When her legs fell wide apart again and she was panting for breath, he turned off the Rocket, tossed it on the bed, and reached his long fingers way up inside her to drag out the tiny ivory balls. Then he climbed up on
the bed with her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, her juices still on his lips.
“Taste yourself on me, Callie,” he urged. “Taste how sweet you are.”
Obediently she ran the tip of her tongue over his lips, then opened her mouth for him to plunder it.
“Good, sugar?” He lifted his head and licked along her jaw.
She nodded her head. Her body was still quivering with aftershocks, and he could feel the heavy, racing beat of her heart. “Yes. Oh, yes. Good.”
“I’m glad. But you know that’s only the beginning. We’ve got lots more toys to play with.” He waited until he was sure she’d calmed down completely, then sat up and pulled her with him. “Time for some of that wine.”
****
Callie’s head was spinning, and Sam hadn’t even stuck his cock in her yet. Of all the orgasms she’d had—those she’d given herself and the cheap imitations with the uptight guys she dated—this far surpassed everything. And if this was only the beginning, she wasn’t sure how she’d handle going higher.
She breathed in the scent of jasmine and mimosa that filled the room. Bluesy jazz played softly in the background, and Sam’s body felt so good against hers. His hands—those wicked, clever hands—were playing her pussy like it was a fine musical instrument, knowing just which strings to pluck. She hadn’t known what to expect when she’d issued her invitation, but his unexpected tenderness combined with his obvious lust was helping dispel the case of nerves she’d started out with. And he seemed to be enjoying this as much as she was.
They sat on the edge of the bed, Sam’s arm curving protectively around her. She sipped at her wine and nuzzled against his shoulder, leaning into him. She couldn’t keep her eyes away from his magnificent cock, staring at her with its one blind eye.
Before she realized what she was doing, she slipped off the bed, put her wine on the nightstand and circled the stiff shaft with one hand. A swipe of her tongue collected the pre-cum forming again, and she rolled its salty taste around in her mouth. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit, seeking more.
“Careful, sugar.” Sam’s voice had a ragged sound to it. “When I come, I want to be gripped by those unbelievably tight pussy muscles of yours, or your hot, tight asshole. We’ve got plenty of time for you to suck me off. Besides, tonight is about you.”
“But what if I want to?” She looked up at him and grinned, then slid her other hand down to cup his balls. The sharp intake of his breath rewarded her. “I want to make you feel as good as you do me.” She tickled his balls with the tips of her fingers as her tongue found its way into the slit at the top of his cock.
Sam bolted off the bed, grabbing her wrists. “I’m glad you want to, but let’s take care of you first. Then we’ll concentrate on me.”
Callie giggled and tried to reach for him again, but she suddenly found herself face down on the bed, balanced on her hips at the edge, feet dangling toward the floor. Sam’s arm pressed warmly across her back, holding her in position. He stood between her thighs, keeping them apart. When she felt the sharpness of the first spank, she jumped—as much as her position allowed her to—then pushed her ass back at him.
He laughed. “You like that, do you? I thought so. I’m gonna switch to the next plug in a minute, but I want that ass good and hot first.”
Callie had never believed she’d enjoy spanking this much. Sam hit just hard enough to sting, to send heat all the way through to her womb and to make the dark tunnel of her ass burn from it. She was more aware of the plug and its fullness, and while she was nervous about taking something larger, she wished he’d get on with it. She wiggled her ass at him again.
“More?” He chuckled, leaned down and kissed her cheek. His fingers traced a delicate line down her spine, ending at the base of the plug. “Don’t get greedy, sugar. There’s more where that came from. Okay, take a deep breath.”
She did, and as he pulled the plug from her ass, she let her breath out slowly. Then his fingers were back inside her again, spreading more lube throughout her dark channel, stroking the inner tissues.
“Oh! There!” She jerked her head up. “What was that spot?”
“Make you feel good, sugar?” With his other hand he stroked her back and the cheeks of her ass. His hands left a trail of heat wherever they touched her. “You’ll feel even better pretty soon.”
As he stroked his fingers in and out of her ass, a feeling of delicious warmth crept through her. She wondered for a moment if she could get him to leave his fingers in there all night. Then she realized she’d miss all the rest of the fun.
“Put the next plug in, Sam. Right now.”
He bent close to her again. “This time I’m using the one with the vibrator in it.”
Her internal muscles clenched at his words, and dark lust rolled through her again. The head of the plug invaded the tight ring of her anus, slowly moving inside her as Sam exerted a steady pressure. She thrust back at him to help.
“Oh, yes, you want it, don’t you, Callie? You don’t know how much watching this disappear into your ass turns me on. That’s it, push back for me, baby. Good, good.” The hot sound of his voice encouraging her made her shove harder toward him. “Okay, Callie. It’s in. And what a beautiful sight it is.”
Callie felt as if she was stuffed from top to bottom, but once the plug was seated, she adjusted to it more easily than she expected. She was still leery of her ability to take the largest one, and ultimately, Sam’s cock, but she wanted it badly enough to try. Oh, God, she wanted to try. Just thinking of Sam’s cock in her ass made her juices drip.
Sam turned her onto her back. Then he leaned down and gave her a devouring kiss, his tongue plunging almost to her throat. He tasted every bit of the inside of her mouth, his tongue demanding, his lips sealing her mouth to his. She threaded her fingers through his hair to hold him closer, but he pulled back and cruised his lips down her throat and then to her breasts.
“Such pretty little breasts,” he murmured. “I could suck on them forever.”
And he proceeded to do just that. His teeth grazed back and forth across her nipples until they swelled almost to the bursting point. When he drew them, one at a time, into his mouth and sucked hard, biting down on them, she cried out with the sweet ecstasy of it.
A sudden coolness told her his mouth had left her heated flesh, but then his tongue slid over her navel, dipping in for a brief taste and finally flicking at her clit. Her hips bucked, and she pushed her pelvis into his face.
“Easy, easy.” He lifted his head, grinning. Then his hand moved, and the plug in her ass began vibrating.
“Oh, Sam! Oh, my god.” Her body came alive everywhere, the sensations hitting her breasts, her pussy, every place she had nerve endings. The walls of her vagina began to quiver again, and she knew if she touched herself, she’d find a fresh flood of cream.
And then it stopped.
“No.” She shouted at him. “Don’t stop. Turn it back on.”
“You want it back on, sugar?” His voice was low. Heated. “One condition.”
“What? What kind of condition? Jesus, Sam, I want it now.”
“I’ll turn it on, but while it’s on I want to watch you make yourself come.”
Her eyes flew open, and heat crept up her cheeks. Blushing? Well, that’s stupid. How can I possibly be embarrassed about anything at this point?
“You do it, don’t you, Callie? Get yourself off? Most women do. I want to watch.”
“All right, all right.” She was rolling from side to side. “Just turn on the plug again.”
“Okay, baby. I’m turning it on. Let me see how you do it.”
Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d be masturbating in front of Sam Winthrop. But the hot look in his eyes, the look of appreciation for her body, made her suddenly crave it.
When the vibrator snapped on she slid both hands down to her labia, the familiar routine taking over on its own. Normally she needed some sort of lubricant, bu
t tonight she was gushing so much she was soaked.
Her slender fingers opened her outer lips, and one fingertip sought her clit, now so sensitive it felt like she was touching a raw nerve. Automatically she rubbed the tip back and forth, finding that one spot that was the most effective and focusing on it. As the plug buzzed away, her hips lifted off the bed, shoving her pussy into her hands.
“Callie, that is so beautiful to watch.” Sam’s voice wafted up from between her thighs, the tone tight with desire. Then his hands joined hers, opening her wide. “Slide your fingers inside, sugar. Let me see you fuck yourself.”
Eyes closed, body vibrating from the plug, her clit screaming for relief, she slid two fingers dip inside her vagina and began to stroke herself. In and out, in and out, imagining it was Sam’s fingers. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Sam’s fingers pressed to open her wider.
“Do it, Callie. Sugar, this is such a turn-on, watching those dainty fingers of yours sliding in and out of that slick channel. Can you feel your cream all over your hand, Callie? Can you?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I can.”
“Make yourself come, baby. Do it now.”
She began massaging her clit with one hand while the other slid in and out of her cunt. Her hips thrust in time with her movements, and the plug buzzed happily away. She felt the building of the orgasm, the clenching and the heat, pulling up from deep inside her. She stroked faster and faster, pumped her hips harder and harder.
And then it broke over her, and her entire body began to shake. Her inner walls spasmed, and liquid ran from her like a waterfall. Sam yanked her fingers from inside her vagina, and she struggled to shove them back in.
“No,” he commanded, his fingers stretching her hole even more. “I want to watch you come wide open. Come on, baby. Give it to me. Yes, like that, like that.”
The excitement in his voice only increased the intensity of her climax, and she thrashed about, helpless in his grasp. When it was over, and he’d turned off the plug, she collapsed back on the bed, panting, but more fulfilled than she’d been before. The scent of her sex was everywhere.
