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by Juliana Conners


  As Jane responds with a wiggle and a squirm to my scolding, I put a hand down on her exposed pussy. I get within an inch of touching her hood, her dewy bead, and already I’m covered. Soaked in juices. She trembles, instinctively trying to move away a bit as my fingers press further into her, passed her moist, swollen lips. “I didn’t say you could move,” I remind her gently, but sternly.

  “Sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, as I renew my touching. First on her lips, and then on her clit. The sides first, making sure to do it until I see the crease of concentration in her forehead. In her lips and mouth. Only then do I move on to her head, which practically reaches up to greet me.

  “Lean into me,” I say, knowing that this will drive home more of my touching. She’ll be forced to feel every bit of texture in my fingers. Every bit of pressure I’m applying to her in return.

  “Yes, Daddy,” sighs Jane, leaning herself into my finger. The moment she does, I increase the speed of my rubbing. I also increase the pressure I’m placing on her clit. For a moment, I treat it the way I would my own cock. I rub a little roughly. I press down on her swelling dagger, but only for a second. And that I’m back to frenzied stroking.

  Under my attentions, it isn’t long before Jane’s trembling from head to toe. Even her moans are beginning to tremble and spaz out of her, as if her vocal cords are the same as her clit.

  But just before she tightens on me, preparing to cum, I back off.

  I pull my hand away, and shove my penis in between her legs. I shove my head into hers. It’s a loving but forceful gesture, designed to disrupt the orgasm she’s reaching for.

  It works, causing Jane to gasp — tumble out of her sexual nirvana — and put her attention between her legs. I let her watch my penis sit there, glistening head parked right up against her.

  “You don’t cum until I say,” I tell her, giving my cock a defiant rub across her clit and lips, before pulling away from her and heading toward the door. “You will hold it for as long as I want you to.” A pause. True to her obedient nature, Jane hasn’t turned to follow me with her eyes or body. “Turn this way.”

  She does, and at the exact moment that I have all of her undivided attention, I push the front door back, revealing and over-the-door sex swing.

  Her reaction is just what I want: equal parts a bit of fear and excitement.

  Chapter 14

  Jane

  I’m up in the swing now, marveling at the feeling. It’s as close to floating as I think I have ever been. My legs are held up at an angle in stirrups; my ass is held aloft on a small cushion; my hands and fingers are wrapped tightly around some handholds up near my face.

  But it’s having my bare back and part of my ass pressed up against the hotel room door — something that I doubt the hotel owners or designers ever intended or imagined— that’s what really has me delirious with excitement and anticipation.

  That, and the fact that, Alex, after getting me in the swing set, just stands there contemplating. Looking at my pussy, which is now fully exposed to him. Held open, ready for whatever he may want to do.

  He’s got a few of his instruments ready on the floor next to him — a blindfold, some nipple clamps, and an object that looks like a mini whip or were riding crop, but it’s covered with soft string or fur at the top — but none of them make it into his hand. Not yet. He’s making me wait on purpose.

  So, I just wait like a good little girl in my swingset, waiting for Daddy to push me.

  For what seems like a long time, the only sound in the room is my body moving in the leather straps, and those leather straps creaking softly from their place in the door.

  Then Alex makes a beeline for me. Before I can even register half of what’s going on, he’s spread my legs open a bit further, knelt down between the knees he’s just opened, and buries his mouth in my pussy.

  Still wet and aching for release from the attention he gave me a few minutes before, my lips and clit are more than ready for him. They respond the instant they feel his hot, possessive breath on them. Even that is like having a finger caressing on the inside of my thighs, penetrating my drooling folds.

  But, as I feel his silky tongue land on my clit, and start doing short, fast licking motions, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Better than a finger. Better than a vibe. Immediately I cry out. I grip more tightly to the hand holds, but even with my slight movement, his tongue continues to pursue me. Continues to lick and suck at my clit with such speed and lightness, that the only thing I can imagine is a hummingbird’s wings fluttering inside me.

  That fluttering feeling quickly soars out into the rest of my body as he continues to savor and taste me. To cover every inch of swollen and fat pussy with his dominating, suffocating mouth. I groan and gasp, feeling his whole mouth latch on to me and start sucking. Now not only is my clit getting circled by the slow, deliberate motions he’s making with his tongue, but his lips pull down on my hood. The motion of my hood against my clit is intense. It’s like a little electric shock moving across and down.

  Just when that electricity is about to penetrate into the deepest part of me, the root of my clit and the base of my hips and give me what I’m anticipating is the strongest orgasm I’ll have ever had, Alex backs off. Pulls away.

  “Now for that dessert Daddy promised you,” he says, quickly repositioning me in the swing so that I’m on my belly across the seat of the swing, with my legs still up in the stirrups, and my hands still able to access and use the handholds. Except now Alex is naked from the waist down and has positioned me in such a way so that I can suck his cock while leaving myself open to his hungry mouth.

  Alex thrusts his cock within my reach, allowing my eyes to take in every tall and proud inch. Every silky and shiny bit of head. As I look at it, I can’t help but drooling. There’s something about the dark cherry-like tip that just makes me crazy. Makes me want to put it in my mouth and suck on it like a lollipop. The smell of it is even enticing. Smells like aftershave a bit, or like peppermint. With an intriguing hint of chocolate.

  “Well,” he says, moving his cock right up to my closed lips, “eat up.” A pause. “Or does Daddy have to get tough with you about eating what he puts on your plate?”

  A queasy shiver of excitement goes through me. “No, Daddy,” I say, though I’m curious what he means by “get tough.” Obediently, I open my mouth and start moving up and down on him. But I’m not just going through the motions, like I’ve seen in some porn. I’m taking time to taste. Touch and feel him, the same way he did me. And he’s delicious.

  Every bit of skin, every textured vein, it all has a “flavor” to me. I savor each one, not realizing that I’ve gone from taking a little bit of him in my mouth at a time, to taking the whole thing. I’m almost all the way down to the base, and I didn’t even realize it.

  I moan happily, liking the feeling of being so full. I like the way my cheeks and lips feel stretched. The way his head gently teases the back of my throat. Rubs on the roof of my mouth.

  It’s only when I begin to alternate sucking on Alex with licking him, that I feel just how wet I’ve become. How goopy I am in the swing. There’s so much, some of it’s got to be tripping down onto the floor. Or so I think.

  But then I feel Alex’s mouth come up from behind, and start drinking me. Devouring me all over again. “Daddy didn’t tell you to stop,” he scolds, giving me a sound slap on my ass. “You’re not going to stop until it’s all gone, baby girl. Do I make myself clear?” Another slap. With his mouth on me now, I can barely get it together to think a single coherent thought, let alone continue to blow him.

  But I have to. Daddy’s not going to give me any more of what I want, if I don’t start behaving better. “Crystal clear, Daddy,” I say, hurrying to put my mouth back on him again. I do, moving up and down faster than before. I keep my lips tightly pressed around him, hoping that will make up for my lapse.

  It seems to, as Alex stops scolding me, and starts pleasuring me instead. Again
, I feel his tongue and mouth plunge into my pussy from the back. It feels like being filled with the softest, silkiest dildo, but this time I don’t stop what I’m doing. I just whimper and moan for him, letting him know how good it feels to taste while being tasted.

  Alex moans as well. But it’s not to tell me how good something feels. It’s to tell me how good I taste. What a good girl I am. Of course, this only makes me hotter. Wetter. In seconds flat, my clit is fat and heavy underneath me. Begging and pleading for a kiss from his tongue. I get a few, as I press my mouth down all the way on his cock and keep it there.

  As before, however, Alex lets up on me just shy of me being able to cum. Shoot all of my spicy, tingly feelings into mouth. But not before I get a small taste of him. Of some fluids he’s made just for me. There clear, but taste doughy. Bready, like a cinnamon roll without the frosting. “This is good dessert, Daddy,” I say through my full mouth and rivers of drool. “Thank you, Daddy, for feeding me.”

  “I’m glad you like it, honey,” he says, once again changing my position in the swing. I’m once again right-side-up in it, no longer on my belly. My feet, ass and hands are positioned the same way, but I feel bigger, more open than before. Alex steps away, retrieving the blindfold and a pair of nipple clamps from the floor where he left them. “But Daddy’s got some other things for you to try.”

  After that, I can’t see anything. And that’s because he’s put the blindfold on me.

  But it’s okay. I don’t need to see for what happens next.

  I just need to feel the pinching, the light weight and tucking, as he puts one, and then both, nipple clamps on me.

  It’s a little uncomfortable, but it’s also exciting. Pleasurable almost, because of the heightened sense of touch my skin now has. And not just on my newly-clamp nipples. But everywhere on my body.

  And Alex is doing nothing but letting me hang there, and wait for him.

  Chapter 15

  Alex

  She’s something else, I think, watching and hearing how positively Jane responds to the nipple clamps. My soft and gentle tugging on the chain between them. Most girls usually whine and cry a lot more. Tell me how uncomfortable it is for them. But not Jane. I tug on the chain more, and enjoy each of Jane’s little noises. I gobble them up like truffles, savoring each creamy a little moan.

  No matter the pattern or rhythm I pull with, she gives me back excitement. Surprise. Pleasure. So, I decide to reward her with the present. With the use of another one of my toys I let her see before I blindfolded her. My tickle slapper — something I will use on her like a riding crop or whip — except it’s fuzzy and soft at the top. It has little strings and fur for the “whips” not leather.

  I began using it on her without warning, which is the fun of blindfolds. They allow me to take the woman by surprise, since she’s hanging on my every action, anyway. The moment I put the tickle slapper on her thighs, she giggles. When I put it on her pussy, and start, rubbing her clit and lips with it, she squeals with delight. Her breathing quickens in no time at all, and I can see on her face that she’s processing the feel of the gadget. The way it touches down on her. The way it feels when it drags across the inside of her thighs, and then down the length of her.

  I don’t say anything as I use this on her. I just let her breathe into each change I make. Each motion, which I notice is quickly bringing of her excitement. And the head and body of her clit. It’s fat and pink now, twitching every time I put the tickle slapper down anywhere near it.

  At that point, I start alternating between slapping her inner thighs and tickling her pussy. I do it in a way that makes it difficult for her to predict, though I know she’s trying to. Even so, I continually change up how long I’m in one place. I also change up what I do to each area. Sometimes I tickle the thighs and slap the pussy. This has quick and dramatic effects.

  Soon she’s moaning and groaning up a storm. She’s wriggling cutely around in the restraints, but I won’t let her go. And I don’t let up. I just let her breathing intensify; her mouth hanging open, like she expects me to feed her.

  I chuckle, but not loud enough for her to hear over her own noise.

  Oh my God, I think, watching her toes curl, and her feet press against the stirrups, she’s so hot. I force myself to take a deep breath. If I don’t, I might be the one who faints. And I’m not the one being dominated. God, if I weren’t the one in charge right now, I’d be on my knees in front of her. Indeed, I’m feeling weak in the knees just looking at the shine on her pussy. The pool of juices she has forming next to her in the swing. The way her slit and hole look drunk with pleasure already, and I haven’t even penetrated her yet.

  This thought makes my cock throb violently. Strain against its own weight, and feel acutely the pucker of cold air from where Jane’s mouth once was. That thought has another few small drops of pre-cum pushing out of my head. Settle down, I think. My dick bobs softly in response to this, but doesn’t really settle down. Get control of yourself, man. Don’t go spooging all over her like an amateur. You’re in charge, and you need to stay in charge. On the other end of my thoughts, I’ve continued to harass her with the tickle slapper. I’ve continued to elicit more and more moans. Except now they’re beginning to turn into little yips. Small screams of delight.

  I pull away a little, conscious that I might be pushing her too close to orgasm, or losing too much of my control. And then I hear, “I’ve never done anything like this before!”

  I stop everything I’m doing, immediately intrigued. “What do you mean by that, baby girl?” I pause, stepping closer to her head. Partly for a bit of sexy intimidation, and so that I can hear every word that follows. “What you mean you ‘haven’t done anything like this before’?”

  I watched Jane stiffen. Become agitated in the swing, and my curiosity deepens. “Oh, um, well, Daddy, I meant that I, um” — sexy, leathery strain is put on the foot and handholds — “that I haven’t done anything like this before. Being up in the swing and everything,” she says. But she’s hesitated too much when speaking. So I know she’s not being completely honest with me, and I go after her about it. I bring the tickle slapper back down onto her thighs. Warningly.

  “You wouldn’t be lying to Daddy,” — Jane stiffen further under this, and I see a bright red blush and to her cheeks below the blindfold — “you wouldn’t be telling a big old fib to him, now would you?” I pause my stroking motions, and slap her viciously on her thighs. Even on the bit of ass. She yelps as I say, “Because if you were, I’d have to give you a lot more trouble, baby girl. A lot more punishment.” I pause, taking a moment to pull on the chain of the nipple clamps. I pull a little harder than I have in the past. Enough to remind her I’m in charge, not enough to hurt…much. “Which I might have to do anyway, if you don’t tell Daddy the truth the next time he asks you what you mean by that.”

  Jane squeals and cries under this, and the attention I’m now giving her breasts with the tickle slapper.

  I bring my instrument back down to her pussy, and press it into her clit. A clit I can tell wants to be released of all the pressure I’ve built. But I’m not going to let it go, until I get some answers. “Now tell me, baby girl, what did you mean when you said you hadn’t done anything like this before.” I flick her fat, greedy clit with the edge of the “tickle” part of the slapper. The bunches of soft strings, and wefts of fur. “Be honest with me, now,” I remind her.

  Jane hesitates, blushing furiously.

  I don’t give her another chance. I drop the tickle slapper, and settle for using my hands and fingers. Without warning, I stick two fingers in her pussy, and press my thumb down on her clit. Also without waiting, I start moving those fingers in and out of her — wiggling them fiercely — at and around her opening. I also begin rolling with a thumb I have pressed into her clit around the fat bit of flesh, enjoying the tremors. “What did you mean by that?” I ask, my voice low. “Tell me the truth, baby girl, or Daddy’s gonna have to get hard on you.�
�� To accentuate my point, I put a third finger in her. As they do, I feel her walls clamp down on me. “Harder than he already is, so you’d better start talking.”

  Jane squeals with the added girth of a third finger and says, “I meant that I had never done anything so kinky before, Daddy,” she says, getting that adorable whine to her voice. But it’s still not the entire truth. I can tell that by the way her lips shake too much when she speaks. “Honest,” she adds, as if she can tell she just gave herself away.

  “Nope,” I say, getting up to retrieve another tool. Set of tools, actually. A vibrator, and a small plug to tease her asshole with. “Daddy gave you a chance to be honest, but I don’t think you’re being honest with me.” I return to her helpless form in the swing, and turn on the vibrator. I let her here the hum — the angry buzz of it — as I amp up the speed with the push of a button. “So, Daddy’s gonna have to punish you until you are.” With that, I bury the vibrator in her pussy, and tease her asshole with the very tip of the plug. I roll it around the rim, watching as that “mouth” begins to open and close from.

  Jane immediately responds, shrieking in surprise and pleasure. Maybe also a bit of fear, but she should be feeling that after lying to me. I keep the vibrator clit, but also move it down and around her folds pushing them out. Stretching them, where I can. I don’t stop, even when Jane’s whole body has started to tremble. Shake and twist in the binds.

 

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