“You make your choice, we start the lesson.” He leaned in close. “But really, it’s more like playing than school, eh?”
I bit my lip, looked down at the rainbow selection of dildos with everything from clit ticklers to some sort of anal bead add on. “We can’t use this. It’s stock.”
He gave a disgusted huff and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, for crying in your tequila’s sake.” Running a hand through his dark chestnut hair, he walked away from me then back. “Tell you what, consider this an early grad present. I’ll buy it out of stock for you.”
I felt my face crinkle in shock. “Oh no. You don’t have to do that. It must be expensive.” I wasn’t sure accepting gifts from Lenny was a good idea. I didn’t like being in debt to anyone, and should I be taking personal presents from a dude who was just a fuck buddy?
“It’s a peace offering,” he insisted. “Hey, you’re a student. You’re on a limited income. While I may be a failed rock star, I still make a nice chunk of change off song royalties. Plus, I still write—everything from soda jingles to pop singles.” He smiled, obviously pleased with his silly riff.
I grinned in spite of my reservations. “Okay. Why not?” Besides, I had to admit I was anxious to try this contraption out. “Thank you, Lenny.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, feathered kisses up my neck then nipped my ear lobe. “You’re welcome. Now, get undressed.”
With his help, I shed my clothes quickly. He teased me with kisses and fingers probing erogenous zones as I did so.
“Pick a toy,” he told me, before sticking his tongue into the shell of my ear.
I shivered and scanned my choices. My gaze settled on a royal purple jelly attachment with a clit stimulator shaped like a tiny octopus. “I’ll try this one.”
Lenny plucked it from the lot and placed it on the Vavoom. It stuck up from the saddle seat like some bizarre flag pole. Then he helped me onto the short table before he, too, got naked.
He grabbed the speed control switch. “Well, get on, darling. Let me take you for a ride.”
His cheesy line almost made me cringe, but I thought I could put up with it in exchange for great sex. I straddled the saddle seat, played with my clit to get some natural lubrication. Then I held out my hand for the control switch as I slipped the first few inches of dildo inside.
“Oh no.” He grinned wickedly. “Since you’re new at this, I’ll handle the speed.”
I rolled my eyes at him, but the thought did send a warm thrill through me. It was exhilarating, in a way, to abandon control to another. “Then turn it on already.”
I spoke harsher than I meant to, and his face darkened then went mischievous. “Fine. You asked for it.”
Vibration zipped up through my pussy, filling my groin in an intense wave. I gave a shrill cry at the jolt of sensation. Then I licked my fingers to lube them up before I frantically rubbed my clit, easing the rest of the dildo inside my pussy. Once the full seven inches was stuffed inside, the clit stimulator took over, tickling my swollen clitoris with spongy, purple feelers until I let out an “ohhhhh” and “ahhhhh” of pleasure.
He sat in the office chair, thick purple erection slapping his flat stomach, and watched me. “Lesson number, what, five now?” He seemed to consider this as he slowly stroked his veiny dick. “Anyway, voyeurism and exhibitionism all rolled into one. I watch you masturbate, you watch me.” He urged the chair closer and picked up the Vavoom’s speed dial, notching up a level higher.
The dildo inside me seemed to twist and swirl as its vibration grew more intense. I cried out, “Ohhhh my fuckin’ god,” and gripped my upper thighs hard, arching my back as bliss curled out from my cunt. It sent shivers up my spine and made me tremble from head to toe. I struggled to keep my eyes open, so I could watch him squeeze and pump his hand up and down his stiff penis.
“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” His eyes were half-lidded from his own building bliss.
I could only nod in reply. Reaching down, I pushed the clit stimulator’s fuzzy tips closer, rocking my hips faster as I did so. Soon the first climax had me bucking my hips like mad. I used one hand to brace myself on the table as I fucked the machine with wild abandon. The pulsing in my pussy, the pressure growing in my g-spot, split open and washed me in euphoria. I threw my head back and screamed. Moments later, the orgasm building in my clit reached its peak, sending electric zips through my body. I closed my eyes as I absorbed this pleasure overload.
“Let’s switch up attachments, huh?” His voice was a deep growl of desire. “I want to eat your pussy while you fuck that.”
Quickly I selected a new attachment and went back to playing with my new toy. He turned the speed back up to its highest setting then moved his chair closer, so he was poised between my legs. I leaned back as my greedy, dripping pussy sucked the new jelly dildo in. He dipped his head to my red, swollen clit and took the tiny bit of flesh between his teeth, flicking his tongue rapidly over it. I shrieked in delight and shoved my cunt closer to his face. He responded by sucking the raw bundle of nerves until I let out high whimpers of ecstasy. My hands cupped his head, fingers entwining in his dark curls as I fucked his face like a carnal beast. The vibrator twisted and stroked away inside my pussy, exciting my extra sensitive walls, waking the flame in my g-spot quickly. Soon, I came hard and loudly a second time. When I finished, I slumped against a now standing Lenny. I panted as I clutched to him and caught my breath.
“I take it you enjoyed that?” he murmured, before kissing my damp forehead. “But we’re not quite done yet. Third time’s the charm.”
He changed up the attachment one more time. This time it was an anal bead setup of sorts. A string of tiny jelly balls that fit on the center part of the machine. Then he stood back, gripping his rock hard penis as he gave me a scorching stare. “That one’s gonna fuck you up the ass, while I fuck your pussy.”
He ripped open a fresh condom packet, rolled the thin sheathe over his shaft, then told me to, “Bend over.”
I did so, and he made lubing up my asshole into an erotic massage. I was weak in the knees again by the time he helped me guide the anal bead attachment into my quivering asshole. The flexible beads popped—one, two, three, four—into my anal canal. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as they massaged inside the tight space, wiggling and probing.
He came closer to the tabletop and braced my legs against his torso. The light sprinkling of hair on his lower belly tickled my ass. He teased my throbbing clit with his meaty cock then slid it deep into my aching pussy. He clenched my hips tight as he thrust frantically into my sopping cunt. His balls hit my ass with a wet slap.
“Sonofabitch,” he moaned as his thrust grew wild. “That is one fucking tight hole.”
It seemed only seconds before orgasm rocked me from inside and out for a third time. He buried his dick deep inside me and my pussy clenched strong around it, milking him to an intense orgasm.
After I pulled the beads from my ass, he pulled me into the chair with him, and I collapsed in a panting, sweaty ball on his lap.
“Class dismissed,” he said, laughing.
I rested my forehead against his chest and gave an exaggerated sigh. “You are a cheeseball.”
***
Spanking Cherry
It all started with Byron. Lord Byron, of course. Oh, I know. How cliché of me. In my defense, I was Byron before Byron was cool. To me, the mad poet was the true, first rock star. I came across George Gordon when I was eight, while reading Mom and Dad’s old encyclopedias. There was a passage from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage and a brief bio of the Romantic writer. While I was too young to truly understand the poem at the time, it and the condensed story of Byron’s life captivated my imagination. Then and there, I knew I wanted to be a rock star.
Over the years, I’d come to emulate him in many ways. I fell in and out of love too fast. Countless lovers became a blur of faces before I knew it. I did too many drugs, which led to waking up in trash strewn alleys,
or apartments in the slums, curled up on a mattress that had seen better days.
But all of that seemed like a lifetime ago. Almost like it happened to another person. Oh, sure, I still fucked a lot. I was a former sex addict. What did you expect? The libido wasn’t as manic as it used to be, but it still demanded regular attention. However, after I fell from stardom, I learned better self control all around.
Nowadays I made most of my cash from writing songs for others. That, and jingles for products that promised happiness. The one thing I never lost during my fall was my ability to write a catchy melody. That, the sex shop, and royalties from my time spent with Leather Lotharios, my old band, kept me from destitution.
The adult store still brought in good cash, but it wasn’t my main source of income anymore. It’s a place that also held nostalgia, so that’s why I wanted to hang onto it. Call me crazy, call me sappy and overly sentimental, but when I was down and out Cherry’s brother saved my ass by offering me a stake in the place. It would always be special.
And, of course, now there’s Cherry to factor in. Don’t mistake this for love, what she and I had going on. Oh no. The impetuous boy who fell in love too quickly was long gone. But over the months we’d spent together I had come to respect Cherry, enjoy her company. And, of course, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the sex, a lot.
That morning I felt like road kill. I’d been up all night writing songs for an up and coming pop star. Cherry offered to take the early shift so I could catch some more sleep. Since it was the weekend, she had no classes, and I certainly appreciated the extra zzz’s.
Now, as I stumbled downstairs in a rumpled purple t-shirt and black jeans, my hair looking like a Bride of Frankenstein ‘do, I found an angry looking man standing at the empty counter. He glared and cleared his throat when he glanced at me.
“Any chance of getting some service around here today?” he snapped as I looked around for my co-owner. Where the hell was Cherry? It wasn’t like her to just run off.
I rubbed my face, flashed a sleepy smile. “Of course. Sorry about that.” My cheeks and chin were dark with thick, three day stubble. I did my best to tame my mane of messy, dark brown curls.
The man paid for his three porn mags and stomped out of the store. I went to the back room to search for Cherry. I called her name, but silence was my only answer. Then I heard voices coming from the very back, where our extended storage place was located. So I headed in that direction.
Moans of pleasure filtered through the open doorway. My curiosity was piqued. I found Cherry in the back, close to the Vavoom machine. She was watching the small television we kept there, and when I drew closer I saw the DVD was a bdsm porn. The woman in the video was bound to a wooden chair by ropes tied in intricate knot work. Someone had bound her breasts tight, so the round, full globes and red, swollen nipples stuck far out. Her hands were fastened behind her, and her ankles were tied to each chair leg so her thighs were held wide apart.
A man in a black, silky half mask stood beside the bound woman, administering various forms of sexual torment. He used a long, indigo feather to tease the woman’s pussy, clit, and nipples. Then a curved, small vibrator was pressed to the woman’s clitoris. She moaned and bucked in her tethers, but the man pulled the vibrator away before she came.
Quietly, I watched over Cherry’s shoulder. She hadn’t noticed me yet. She was too intent on the porn. Her tiny hands tugged at the hem of the red sundress she wore until lacy, white panties were exposed. Cherry slipped two fingers inside her panties and began to play with herself.
My cock tingled and started to stiffen as she slipped two fingers between her fleshy cunt lips. She ran them up the length of her slit, obviously lubing up her touch, then ground them into the fold of skin covering her clit. Her legs spread wider and she let out a little moan. My breathing quickened, my stomach tightened with instant horniness, but I tried to remain quiet. I didn’t want her to know I was here yet. I was enjoying the show too much.
Her other hand slipped beneath the panties to pull back her clitoral hood. She rubbed faster now, then alternated between finger fucking herself and stroking that swollen bud of flesh. When she threw back her head, mewling as she came, she noticed me watching.
“Lenny!” She bolted from the chair, and the show I’d been enjoying ceased.
My hard on now painfully strained against the crotch of my jeans. I jumped, just as surprised by her shout as she was to discover she had an audience, then I cleared my throat. “Not that I mind watching you masturbate in the least, but you did leave a customer standing out there. He chewed my ass out.”
Her already flushed cheeks went a deeper red. She bit her bottom lip, giving an apologetic look. “Crap, I guess I lost track of time.” She glanced at the clock behind us both. “Boy, did I ever. I thought I’d only been back her about fifteen minutes. Sorry about that.”
Wisps of light blonde hair clung to her sweat dampened face. She did look beautiful, and my lust kicked it up another notch. My cock pulsed, and I wanted to drop my pants and fuck her right there.
As if she read my thoughts, she walked closer and fondled my erection through my jeans. “You know, we could close up for a bit and take care of that.”
“You’re becoming a sex fiend, Ms. Logan.” I grinned. “What would your brother say if he were here?”
She laughed. “He’d probably say it’s about time you loosened up, Cherry.”
I went and shut the shop and returned to the back storage area quickly. When I did so, I found Cherry bent over a table close to the television / DVD combo. Her pert little ass jutted high in the air, legs were spread wide, and her panties pooled around her ankles.
“Before you fuck me, I want you to spank me,” she said when I drew close. I noticed a paddle covered in soft, red felt waited beside her on the table.
I stopped, looked from the paddle to her. “Are you sure?”
She gave an exasperated sigh. “Yes, of course I’m sure. Yeesh, what do you think I am, Lenny? Some sort of porcelain doll? I think we’ve established I like it rough sometimes.”
I chuckled then picked up the paddle, running my palm over its velvety surface. “Okay, Ms. Cherry. Then a spanking you will get.”
She anxiously wiggled her heart-shaped bottom and smiled up at me. I smoothed the paddle’s surface over the dimples at the top of her ass, then I stroked a sinuous s-curve over one well rounded, pale cheek. “You ready?” My voice was low and throaty with lust.
She squirmed in anticipation and nodded as her smile grew wider.
I drew back and aimed. The first slap I kept light, but the crack still echoed through the large room. Cherry gasped and her ass tightened. She wiggled and begged for another. “Harder this time.”
“Okay.” I drew back again. “You asked for it.” And I added more force to the second slap.
She squealed then let out a satisfied sigh. Her left cheek was bright red now, and I didn’t know how much longer my cock could stand this torture. I’d have to fuck her soon. I could see her exposed pussy glistening with wetness, and that just made me all the hornier.
“Another,” she demanded.
“Now, now, be patient, Cherry,” I said, deciding to torment her a bit before I gave into the demand. I slid the edge of the paddle down her ass crack and her seeping cunt lips. I lingered between her labia, stroking the paddle back and forth across her pussy hole, rubbing it over her clit. Then I drew it back to her bottom slowly. She squirmed and moaned as I did so, swaying her ass then pumping her hips. I swirled circles on her right cheek until she begged, “Please,” then I drew back to give her whack number three.
Her ass jiggled and went the color of a ripe, pink fruit. She shrieked and giggled, and I noticed her pussy had grown even wetter. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My cock was so tight in my pants it hurt. I had to fuck her then and there, and I told her so.
I wasted little time shedding my jeans, thankful I’d decided to go without briefs that morning. K
icking my pants across the floor, I grabbed a condom then drew close and slid my plump, throbbing cock up and down the length of her dripping slit. Cherry cooed and pushed her cunt into my cock. I squeezed her firm ass with one hand, kneading the globe of flesh as my dick glided inside her incredibly tight pussy.
“You are so snug,” I murmured. “God…it feels like heaven.” I fucked her in slow, long strokes, enjoying the way her pussy gripped me as if it didn’t want to let me go.
“Slap my ass while you fuck me,” she said, and I complied, a bit surprised she was enjoying the spanking so much, but I certainly wasn’t complaining either. I liked a woman who was into sexual experimentation.
She grunted, “Harder,” after the next whack, and I wasn’t sure if her command referred to the crack of my hand or the tempo of my fucking. So I added a bit more power the next time my palm struck her ass, and I also put my back into the screwing I gave her. She moaned enthusiastically at both.
“Play with me, Lenny,” she whispered. “Rub my clit while you fuck me. Slap my ass again, too.”
By now, her pussy juices squished loudly as I rammed her. She was dripping wet, which turned me on even more. She slammed her ass backward, trying to take in every inch of me. I could feel her legs quivering from the building excitement.
“My, you’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” I chuckled. “Okay, Ms. Cherry, let’s see if we can make that tight cunt of yours squirt again.”
My free hand glided from her hip to her stomach. I teased her, taking my time finding my way to her clit. She moaned, begging “please” as she scooped her pelvis forward, obviously seeking my touch. I pinched and rolled her clit between my index and ring finger.
“Ohhhhh, fuck yeah…feels soooo good,” she cried out. “Slap my ass again, too.”
And I did. She screamed in pleasure and her torso lifted off the table. She looked up at me through half closed lids and smiled a seductive smile.
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