Stripped

by Stoke, Christina

  “Yes,” I grunt, interrupting her. “Lavender,” I utter, as I drop on one arm over her. My legs are braced, stretching out on either side of her legs. My chest is about two hand spaces over her breasts, and I am fisting my cock in long, hard, and rapid moving strokes over Tallie’s soft ivory belly.

  I’m going to cum and my eyes are clenched, when suddenly, I feel Tallie’s hand cupping over my bouncing testicles. “A-!” I grunt. Jesus! “Squeeze,” I groan. “Harder!”

  Tallie’s sweet hand milks my balls and I cum roughly with a belly-straining groan as the pleasure explodes in my cock. My cum arcs outward in a white stream and it hits Tallie’s belly as I continue to stroke my flexing cock, forcing every inch of rapture out of it that I can. Christ, it was good ... so good. And to my pleasure, I know this is only going to get one hundred percent better.

  I come back to myself with Tallie still cupping my balls warmly. I’m dripping sweat on her, but her eyes are closed and she’s breathing a little fast. Aroused. She is aroused. “Did I scare you?”

  Her eyes open slowly and I can see the connection that we have in the brown depths as she holds the twin weight of my balls. “No, hmm ... maybe a little.”

  “You are so shy.”

  Wariness leaps into her irises as her hand leaves my balls. “I know I ...,”

  “Shhh,” I hush her. “I like it, and I like the thought of teaching you not to be shy around me.”

  “Teaching me?”

  “Hmm, I will teach you a lot of things I like, Tallie.”

  “I just can’t ...,” she hesitates, biting her bottom lip. “I just cannot believe this is happening,” she finishes in a rush.

  “I did not plan it,” I murmur, and I raise my hand to her cheek, where I stroke the delicate curve. “And, I certainly won’t regret it.”

  Tallie moves her head from side to side agreeing with me silently as I cup her nape in my wide hand, and then I lower my lips to within a breath of her mouth.

  “Give me your mouth, baby,” I whisper. “Let me taste your tongue.”

  Chapter Eight

  The heat from Ry’s kiss explodes in my mouth, making me whimper. His big tongue slides over mine and I moan. The action only allows him to draw my tongue back into the hot cavern of his mouth. I can’t think or breathe it’s so wonderful, and his flight suit is rasping against the very tips of my aroused nipples. He suckles on my tongue long and hard, until I’m arching beneath him, gripping his shoulders. Then, he lets my tongue go inch by inch, until he releases it.

  “Have you ever had an orgasm, Tallie?”

  God, what has he done to me? “Yes,” I pant. His kiss has left me breathless and needy.

  “With a man?”

  “N-No,” I respond, turning my head to the side.

  “Good,” he murmurs with a kiss against my ear. “Tell me how you do it alone.”

  “I couldn’t,” I gasp, not willing to look at him.

  “Yes you can,” he urges more strongly. “Close your eyes and tell me.”

  “No,” I whisper, dreadfully shy. I’m shaking. Why is he making me do this? Is this what lovers do?

  “You're not allowed to say no to me!” Suddenly, he sounds like the Captain he is, giving commands. Then unexpectedly, he lifts my body in his hands, while at the same time he starts to tug and pull my flight suit downward. Pulling it off my hands and out from under my back.

  “No!” I exclaim, as we struggle. I am trying to stop him from pulling it over my hips. Of course he is too strong, but we squirm against each other, elbows and hands. “I don’t want to!”

  Ry becomes stuck at my boots, and then abruptly, somehow, I’m lying with my belly over his thighs as he sits with his legs out in front of him. “What are you doing? Stop it!” I exclaim. He is too strong. This is the first time I have really felt it. Then, Ry’s hands are at my panties, pulling them down over my bottom. “Why are you doing this?” I cry, as I feel the lace band pulled to the bottom curve of my ass, leaving my buttocks completely nude.

  “Because, I like it, Tallie. And you will obey me.”

  Obey? “Jesus, are you into S&M or something?”

  “Not all the way, honey. But I am into you being submissive, and pain and bondage can be entertaining.”

  Smack!

  The smack that Ry suddenly gives my rump, surprises the complete hell out of me. His hand is large and it lands across my bare buttocks sharply. I yelp out of surprise. But it only begins. His broad hand begins to spank my buttocks again and again, building up a steady slapping against my vulnerable naked ass.

  “Oww! Oh God, stop it,” I squeal. But I’m caught as Ry’s prisoner, and then he raises his knees, bending me over more. Raising my bare ass higher as I try to kick my feet, but they are caught in my pants. “Oh! Jesus! Oh hh!” Ten-Twelve spankings. “No!” Fifteen. “Ow! Ow!” Twenty. “Ow! Ow! Please!”

  Each swinging slap of Ry’s hand pushes me forward and bites into my flesh. It hurts worse each time, because my skin is already stinging hotly. His hand is rapid and relentless. I can’t believe the biting pain. “Ouch! Ohgod! Ow! Please, Ry! Please!” I try going limp over his thighs in the hope that he will stop. God, I am crying. It hurts.

  Then abruptly, his hand sinks to a stop, and I feel so helpless. I-I feel cowed. Mastered. He is twice as strong as a normal man is and I only weigh one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Then moving abruptly once again, he twists my body, turning me over by using his fingers curled tightly in my hair. I’m exposed, crying, and pulling at his hands tangled in the hair at the back of my head. He leans over me, while my spine arches over his thighs.

  “Tell me how you touch yourself, Tallie.”

  “I don’t know what you want!” I cry.

  “Do you lay on your back or your stomach? What do you think about?”

  His fist tightens in my hair and I wince as I jab my fingers uselessly at his hand. “My stomach,” I pant. “I-I pretend a man ... you, is taking me from behind.”

  “Where do you touch yourself, Tallie?”

  “In my pussy,” I hiss, dying of shame and embarrassment.

  Suddenly, Ry’s hand is there, right between my thighs, and he is dragging his middle finger through the lips of my sex. “You are wet,” he utters to me. “Dripping wet.”

  “No!” I cry, trying to clamp my thighs together, but his hand is too wide, so I grasp his wrist with my fingers, but it’s not going to help.

  “Here?” he demands.

  “Ah!” He shakes me. “Higher,” I gasp.

  “Here?” He submerges his finger between the swelling folds of my sex.

  “Higher,” I pant miserably. “Oh hh!” I squeal suddenly as pleasure spikes in my pussy like an electric shock where Ry’s finger suddenly grazes over my clit. My legs topple open against my choice. I have never felt a percussion of arousal like this. It is like talons of intense pleasure scraping sharply through my pussy.

  “There.” Ry swipes his finger over the voracious bud of my clitty, and my body begins jerking uncontrollably with each rasp of his finger as I desperately clutch his wrist. “Circles, baby.” He tugs my head back, arching my neck and thrusting my naked breasts higher.

  “Oh god,” I cry as he circles his finger faster over my jutting and aroused clit, while pressing harder. I don’t realize he’s let go of my hair as I feel the fingers of his second hand reaching down to split open the lips of my pussy, baring the protruding bulb of my clit, which his middle finger is circling so rapidly. “A- A-!” I can’t breathe, and my body lurches and strains over his thighs.

  “Don’t fight it,” Ry growls.

  But, I am! I cannot let him see me so vulnerable. I can’t lose control. Only, I have.

  “Damn it! Quit fighting me,” he utters, again. Then, everything changes as he wheels my body around and he lifts my legs over his head. My ankles are still caught in my flight suit as his body shifts and his head comes down between my thighs.

  “Oh God!” I squeal as Ry spreads
my pussy lips open with his fingertips, and then he licks his tongue hotly over my clit. My body bucks upward uncontrollably with intense pleasure. He is ceaseless as he begins to suck repeatedly on the spot that makes me scream. Then abruptly, his hand is spanking the left side of my buttock. Each slap of his hand against my bare ass rides my pussy deeper into his mouth.

  “Ry!”

  Slap. Slap.

  “Ry!”

  Smack. Smack.

  “Oh hh hh! Oh!” I scream as a climax fluxes through my pussy, convulsing my legs over Ry’s shoulders. My body is so tight and stiff against the explosion of pleasure that I’m arched upward against his mouth. Ravenously, his mouth continues sucking on my convulsing pussy, and I whimper with each draw of his mouth and tongue.

  I’ve never had an orgasm in front of a man before and no man has ever put his mouth on my pussy. I think that I pass out a little, because when I come around, my panties, flight suit and boots are gone, and Ry is kneeling between my bent knees with his finger inside my vagina. It feels so large, as he circles it. It has to be his thumb.

  “God, you are so tight, Tallie. I’ve never had a woman so virgin before,” he murmurs, pushing and pulling his thumb in and out of me. I am so wet that the thickness of his thumb makes slick sounds.

  I twist my head, while moaning a sharp, “A,” sound as my fingernails dig into the air cushion beneath me. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Anything,” he utters, pushing his thumb inside me, then holding it there as he lowers his mouth to my sex. “I want,” he mutters hotly with his lips kissing the splayed lips of my pussy. Ry holds his thumb inside me as he laps his tongue repeatedly over my cringing clit, until I’m quivering and whimpering helpless sounds. When, he pulls his mouth away, I’m lost and shaking on the edge of a climax. My inner muscles are clutching wildly at his wide thumb.

  “Now, baby, I want you to undress me.” His voice is husky.

  “I don’t want to obey you!” I cry tightly against my raging arousal.

  “But, you will.” He stabs his thumb with a hot plunge inside me, in and out . . . in.

  “Aaaah,” I mewl, riding upward on my heels as though to follow him. I can barely catch my breath, as I cry, “You were never like this! You are distant, hard, controlled. Aaaah hh!” I peal again as Ry smudges his finger over my straining clitoris. Oh god, I want him to make me come so bad I’m shaking with it.

  “But not with you,” he rasps. “You bring out something angry and hot inside me. I want to control you. I want to make you mine.” Ry pulls his thumb from inside me, and then he bodily drags me up onto my knees before him with his hands holding my upper arms. Yet, all my mind can think of is my pussy and how much it throbs, unappeased and demanding attention.

  “I am rough, Tallie. I like it that way. And you do to. You were wetting your panties when I spanked you. Pain and pleasure, Tallie, it’s arousing.”

  “No,” I answer hoarsely, clutching the front of his flight suit to keep from touching myself, to relieve the unbearable ache in my pussy.

  “You want it now!” he exclaims harshly, shaking me, even as I try to deny it with a shake of my head. “You are so aroused now that you are flushed ripe with it,” he accuses.

  “You made me this way!” I cry, trying to rub my pussy against his thigh.

  “No.” He pulls his leg away, even as he dips his mouth to my ear, nearly bending me backwards. “Turn around, Tallie, get on your hands and knees and offer up your ass to me for spanking. Wiggle it. Entice me, and if you are good and do it for me, I will let you cum.”

  “Aaah, god,” I whimper, right before Ry starts to kiss me hard and fast, then he breaks away and releases me.

  “Anyway you like it, Tallie. I will put my tongue in your hot little cunt if that’s what you want.”

  I’m lost. I know if I try to touch myself for the release I so desperately need, Ry will restrain me from it. I can’t even believe I’m this hot, this excited, this out of control. I should be able to restrain myself or deny myself. But everything about this situation, of Ry’s making, is so carnal. Being nude to his clothed. Kneeling. The way he commands me. Overpowering, dominate male, taking his woman, compelling her to do nasty things. Naughty things for his desire. Ohgod Ohgod.

  I turn around slowly, and then I bend over onto my hands and knees, offering up my nude buttocks to Ry, as I brace myself on my palms, trembling uncontrollably.

  “Yes, Tallie, but I want you down on your elbows. It makes you more helpless for me.”

  “Please,” I whimper as I bend downward, raising my naked buttocks higher. I’m so exposed. So shamed and shameless.

  “Yes,” he utters, again. “I will make you cum so good you will scream.”

  “Oh,” I whimper.

  “I’m going to use my belt this time, Tallie. Now, wiggle your bare ass for me and show me how much you want me.”

  Chapter Nine

  I watch as Tallie has to spread her knees to wiggle her pale buttocks at me. It opens up the red, swollen, and dripping entrance of her tight vagina. She ends up with her hands above her head, and my cock is rigid again as I swing my belt downward.

  Slap. It strikes her flesh sharply and the tunnel of her pussy puckers like a kiss, and then it releases.

  “Oww,” she cries, but the naked fat globes of her buttocks keep swaying as though she’s begging for more. She was made for this.

  Slap. Slap. Faint red stripes crisscross her plump ass.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  Slap. Slap. I clip the underside of her buttocks.

  “Ow! Ow!” she yells, clutching the cushion above her head.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  “Nooo! Nooo, please,” she whimpers as her buttocks wiggle and the crack of her ass clenches tightly. “No more,” she begs me, crying.

  However, I’m deep, deep into my arousal and I want her ass pink all over for me. This is the moment where I will claim her obedience. This is the moment I will make her mine. Mark her, for whatever time we have left.

  I swing the belt downward over her shivering buttocks again and again as she yowls with her ass jerking during each swat. Her flesh is rosy all over the rounded globes of her ass and I know it hurts. She begins to slump forward with her knees trying to slide out from beneath her.

  “Stay on your knees,” I order, out of breath because I’m so aroused as I clip her with the belt lower on her thighs to jerk her up onto her knees again, where I want her.

  Snap.

  “Ry! Please!” She squeals, then choking. “It’s enough, please!”

  Smack. Smack. I lift her up again with the belt snapping the back of her thighs.

  “Oww! Owww!” she squeals.

  Smack.

  “Are you wet?” I ask in a growling rasp.

  Smack.

  “Oww! Yes!” she cries.

  “Why?” I ask harshly.

  Smack.

  “Ow! B-Because you are spanking me,” she cries.

  “Crawl forward, Tallie,” I order. And she does! Smack. “Keep crawling, baby.” Smack.

  “Oww!” she screams.

  “All right,” I huff. “That is enough, baby.”

  “Oh hh god,” she whimpers, falling onto her side with one hand rubbing her punished ass.

  I take a deep breath, and then I crouch down onto my heels watching her. Her hair is still braided so I can see the delicate slope of her pale spine, flaring into her generous hips and reddened ass. Her legs are shapely and white and one of her big tits is partially caught under the arm she’s using to reach around and sooth her buttocks with her hand. She’s crying. Not very loudly and it overpowers me how lucky I am for this chance.

  I never went this far with my ex-wife. We played a little slap and tickle. I tied her up and made her cum a few times. But I held back from what I really wanted to do. Needed to do. This. Dominate. Take control of a womb-born female and make her a slave to our passions.

  It’s probably some psychological twist inside
me about being born in a high tech incubator with no family. Perhaps, it has made me need to control the love in any relationships that I have? Love.

  “Jesus,” I hiss. Where did that come from? I will not try to love another woman. Yet, as far as wanting and desiring, Tallie will take the prize. I can tell that she is going to fulfill me deeply in a way I was not completely honest with myself that I craved. Or needed so badly. “It hurts, but you are aroused, aren’t you, baby?” I murmur.

  Tallie nods her head, not looking at me.

  “Come here and tell me how you want me to pleasure you. I will do anything, Tallie.”

  She peaks at me over her shoulder. “Get un-d-dressed,” she quips in a wavering voice.

  I laugh suddenly and it catches me by surprise. “You are quick, baby. I’m going to have to watch out, I can see.”

  She actually smiles a little as I unzip my flight suit and pull it off my shoulders. I have her attention now, despite herself, as I make sure my biceps bulge while I do it. I’m broad-chested with deep muscles across my chest, and I’m hairy, not thick, just all over sprinkled black with gray. My stomach is ribbed with sinew and my buttocks are shaped like blocks of hard muscular clay. My thighs are athletic and powerful and my cock is big. They made Variant males more enhanced and they didn’t stop at the genitals. Seven or eight inches are average for a male, so they genetically altered Variants to produce ten-twelve and more inches. I’m a hard ten, but by the time I’m ready to enter my woman, I’m a steely hard twelve.