O

He watched her mouth move as she spoke;

“I want to fuck you, to feel you inside me, to make you cum and to squirt all over you.”

She could have been reciting the phone book it wouldn’t have mattered, he was mesmerised by her pefect lips.  Plump and stained dark with lipstick, glossy from the lick of her tongue, making shapes and hinting at the dark wet interior.

He wanted those lips pressed up against his balls as he filled her mouth with his cock, pressing into the wet suck of her cheeks.

He imagined his cum dripping from them just as her filthy words did.

Placing a finger on her lips he silenced her and pushed her head down, watching as her lips formed the perfect “o” around him.

The promise

In the noise of the bar she had leant into him.  Her breath tickling on his earlobe, he could feel her inhale and exhale in the pause before she spoke.

“I want to fuck you.  I want to go back to yours and for you to fuck me every which way.  Do what you want with me, use my body for your own amusement; make me your sex toy for the night.”

It was quite the offer and he had known he would take her up on it though he hadn’t told her that.
Turning his face to hers, he’d smiled, a true smile that reached his eyes and as his arm tightened around her waist he’d kissed her full on the lips. His tongue probed and danced with hers he’d felt her will soften to him even as her body tightened against him.

His thigh nudged upwards between hers, encouraging the gentle pressure against him into a rocking movement.  The press and flow of bodies in the busy bar disguising her body’s declaration of need for him.  Pulling away from the kiss he’d watched her catch her bottom lip in her teeth.  The languid blink of her eyes and shivering intake of breath had seductively confirmed her desire for him.  Through the rest of the evening he had allowed her to perform her mating dance, with every flirtation and suggestion, hidden touch and explicit whisper, she declared herself his to use.

And now they were in his room, on his bed, his thigh once more between hers rubbing and nudging at her now naked flesh.
His tongue had marked a trail from cool extremity to fetid interior flicking temptingly across her clit before he replaced it with the hard grind of his leg.
He knew his body was heavy against her, that his hands on her wrists were a little too tight, his kiss a little too savage, his dry humping of her coarse and not what she had expected.

But she had promised herself to him for his use and this was what he felt like.
He wanted to be as selfish as a teenager again.

For the time being she was enjoying the coarseness but soon she was whispering, pleading;

“Touch my clit, tease me, use your tongue on me”

Offering her desires to him as his.  In response he licked the flat of his hand and rubbed between her legs, his lack of finesse causing a cloud across her brow.  Hunched over her, his hand sawing back and forth against her pussy he whispered;

“Is this what you want?”

She was caught and he saw that she knew it.  She couldn’t say yes, but how could she say no when she had said he could do what he wanted?

Spreading her cunt lips open he positioned himself and thrust into her, grunting as the tightness of her gave way and closed around him.  She had been right when she’d told him she was wet for him, tight for him and the best fuck he would have tonight.

As he thrust crudely in and out of her he felt her legs wrap around his waist as she tried to pull him into her and control his pace.  Slipping an arm under her head he leant close over her, his other hand pulling her legs from him and holding her thigh to the bed.

She was pined now, head clenched against his shoulder, one leg pressed into the mattress and the heavy weight of him holding the rest of her.  Just his hips moved, rocking up and down, his cock as hard and heavy in her as he was atop her.  Her dissatisfaction at his technique only spurred him on, made his cock harder and his thrusts more savage.

She had ceased trying to coax him but he could feel her pleasure in his rutting of her in the wet clenching of her cunt around him, the increased pace of her desperate panting against his neck.  He didn’t care if she came or not, he just wanted to empty his heavy balls, to feel the pulsing joy of his orgasm with every spurt of his sperm.

“I’m going to come” he breathed into her ear, “and I’m going to come in your mouth”

He rolled off her and pulled her onto him, pushing her head down he lay back and closed his eyes.  One warm wetness replaced by another, the suck of her mouth over him and his hands tight in her hair, pushing her onto him as he bucked into her, the delicious pooling of his come against the back of her throat.

As soon as he had filled her, watched her swallow and wipe the drips of come from her chin he pulled her to him.  Holding her close to him he kissed her deeply, tasting the intoxicating mix of their bodies in her mouth.

He would make her come later, endlessly, with his touch, his tongue and his words.  He would be to her everything she had offered him and more,  but tonight he merely whispered in her ear.

“Be careful what you wish for”

Wait

As your fingers trailed over my skin I wanted to ask you to stop, to wait.

I wanted to slow down, get to know each other, hold our horses, turn back the tide.

But passion was free and you wouldn't cage it.

Your touch felt so good on me I could only agree through my silence and my sighs.

But in my heart I knew that by losing ourselves in the heat of our desires our future would shimmer and catch in the flames.

We would burn the bridges of our future on the fire of our passion,
on the insistence of now.

Why could we not wait?

Tan lines

This week's contribution to half-nekkid-Thursday.
Not what I had in mind but I spent the day in the sun and had something to show for it.

Normal - part 10

:: Read from the beginning here :: 

The week ticked on and Eddie attended to her preparations.  At the spa the masseuse released tensions knotted deep in her back.  The sauna and steam rooms, heat wraps and scented oils left her body soft and her mind soothed.  She felt close to the other state of mind that she usually only felt with Mistress.

Saturday arrived and she stood once again on a threshold.  Eddie pulled her wandering thoughts together and focused on the insistent pulse of blood between her legs, she hadn’t come since Wednesday.  Mistress, usually liberal with her indulgence of Eddie’s sexuality had this week forbade her orgasm. The sensuality of the spa and the denial had her ripe now.

She rang the bell and heard the click of heels approach.  Mistress opened the door, alone, a smile and a reassuring nod followed by the command;

“Come.  Now!”

And of course Eddie’s body took over.  Long delayed and expected the orgasm gripped her.  She leant on the door frame for support as her pussy wept with delight.  The orgasm swept through her fast and left her panting and wide eyed.

“Perfect my Angel”

Whispered Mistress,

“Sophie will look after you now”

A second woman stood on the bottom stair, smiling in appreciation.  Petite and blonde she radiated a friendly warmth as she took Eddie’s hand and led her up the stairs to a bedroom.

“Take your dress off please Eddie,”

Her voice was soft and soothing, Eddie found it easy to comply.

“You have a very beautiful body.  You will need to wash, would you like privacy to do so or would you like me to wash you?”

“I don’t know,” replied Eddie, “could you do it please?”

Sophie lay Eddie back on a daybed and began to gently soap and rinse her with warm water from an old fashioned ewer and basin.  The woman’s sure touch helped Eddie to relax again.  She leaned close over Eddie as she dried her breast, her warm breath following where her hands had just left.

“So very beautiful, you will look magnificent today” Sophie murmured.  

Her pink mouth closed over Eddie’s nipple her fingers that had been lingering on Eddies thigh swept up and entered her.  Plunging in and out, finger fucking her roughly, a delightful contrast to the soft warmth of the lips and tongue on Eddie’s breast.
Eddie’s eyelids fluttered and she pushed to meet the fingers, her mind softening further as her orgasm began to build.

Quickly the touch stopped and spiced breath whispered;

“Madame told me that you must not come, let me finish getting you ready.”

And business like again, Sophie cleaned Eddies body, washing and drying away the slickness on her thighs.

“Stand her please, legs wide and arms out”

Eddie stood spreadeagled in the middle of the room, turned on and needing to come but at a loss without permission granted.

She felt a cool, damp tickling on her back and glanced over he shoulder.

“Paint?”

Smiled Sophie.

“I am an artist, I specialise in body art.  You will be our golden girl today”

Sophie worked methodically and efficiently, covering Eddie’s nakedness with gold body paint.  Sometimes using a sponge, sometimes a brush, the rhythmic movement across her body entranced Eddie while the sensuality of touch on her skin did nothing to lessen her arousal.

Her face was last, coated in gold and her features re-painted, a caricature of herself.
Her hair, glossy dark curls were left loose and a pair of feather wings were slipped onto her back.

Sophie stepped away and admired her work.

“Madame is right, you really are an Angel” she said turning Eddie to the mirror.

A golden, gleaming figure looked back at her.  The gold paint accentuated the light and shadow caused by the curves of Eddie’s body, giving her warm flesh and otherwordly appeal.  An enchanged being or a possessed one? The thought barely registered as Sophie took her hand once more and led her downstairs.

Normal - part 9

:: Read from the beginning here :: 

Mistress and Eddie talked; Mistress asking questions, Eddie answering.  The older woman trying to divine any shift in the younger, any reason for the unusual reaction of the previous week.  Though Eddie knew for herself that her reaction was to Alain, to something intangible that she didn’t understand, all she could do was answer the questions as best she could.

Yes, she was feeling better.
Yes, she was well rested.
No, there had been no specific causes of stress the week before.
No, she hadn’t been unusually tired or worried that day.
Yes, she had been enjoying herself.
Yes, she too was surprised at her reaction.
No, she couldn’t think of anything that had triggered it.
Yes, she was looking forward to the next party.

The penultimate answer was, of course, a lie and she supposed Mistress might suspect but would never push her beyond that first answer.  Rather she would leave Eddie to come to her with any further discussions.

They supposed it was just one of those things, the inevitable blip in an otherwise faultless performance record.

“Thank you Eddie.  I’ve been worried for you but I’m feeling reassured now we’ve talked.  Tell me, do you like sitting there with your naked pussy exposed?”

“Yes Mistress”

For, of course, Eddie’s skirt was bunched up in her lap and she could feel the moistness of herself pressed against the chair seat.

“Good girl.  I have a gift for you.”

Taking out two gift bags Mistress passed one to Eddie, relaxed back in her chair and ordered another round of drinks.
Too heavy for jewellery a small egg shaped vibrator rolled smooth and elegant into Eddie’s palm.

“Insert it please”

She knew better than to request the privacy of the bathroom.

“Open your legs, spread your cunt lips with one hand and push the egg in.  I know it will slide in very nicely because I’ve tasted how wet you are.”

Of course it did.  Eddie blushed a little at performing the intimate act in public, but hoped the table top shielded her actions sufficiently.
As the egg slipped in she let out a small gasp and her eyes widened, her mind quieting further with every moments act of submission to her mistress.

Watching and smiling Mistress tipped up the second bag and emptied a remote control into her hand.

“I thought this might be fun.” She smiled.

Eddie watched the manicured fingers press a small button and instantly felt a low insistent throbbing begin inside her.  Her second gasp turning to a low growl of appreciation.

“Hush Angel, I will let you know when you may come, now tell me about your day.”

And so the evening passed, two women at a pavement café, drinking wine and talking about work and life.  The younger flushed, sometimes biting her lip and shifting in her chair.  The older woman languid, watching, occasionally leaning forward to whisper and make the other woman sigh and gasp at the secret phrases.

As the evening passed sometimes the egg throbbed slowly in her and sometimes it buzzed fast and nagging at the walls of her.  Eddie felt it pulse through a range of increasing speeds and intensities, building to peaks and dropping away to start again.  She delighted in it; the exposure, the secret, the vibrations that her cunt closed around and began to mimic, her body building slowly to orgasm as she sat and talked.  Her responses controlled by another to their own satisfaction.

She needed to come, she knew the chair under her was wet, her legs sticky with her juices.  She imagined all of her dripping through the slats of the chair and forming a puddle of lust on the pavement, molten, wanton, pure Eddie.  Yet still mistress denied her the final release.
Eddie wasn’t sure if this was superficial coyness or discretion at them being in public or if it was to ensure that her mind and body were still trained to Mistress, that she was still hers.

“You need to come don’t you Eddie?”

“Yes Mistress”

“Go to the toilets, remove the egg and make yourself come however you like, but it has to be fast.  If you gush, which I know you will, you may not clean yourself or the mess up.”

“Thank you Mistress”, Eddie’s voice a hoarse whisper of need.

Leaning against he door and with her fingers in side her, fucking herself she came in seconds.  Gasping and sweating and thinking of Alain watching her, she shuddered and spilt herself over the white tiles.

Washing her hands she watched her face in the mirror, flushed and hair messed, perhaps she could pass as one glass of wine too many.
As she moved back through the bar she felt the wetness trailing down her leg.  Want trickling past the hem of her skirt, her scent rising from her as she pushed through the now busy room.  Animals all, couples moved a little closer to each other and thought of sex in her wake.

Imagine - part 4

My pet is such a good girl, so practised at my pleasure. Pushing her fingers deep into me, knowing exactly how to make me come.


I've trained her well, just as I will train you. Kneel down, crawl to me.


Here, next to her, between my legs. Watch closely now as I come, as I gush over her face, splashing my orgasm over her. Can you smell me? Can you taste me in the air?


Your breathing is shallow, do you need to come? 


I know you do.


I know you want to push that hard cock into my mouth and come hard down my throat like you did my pets.


But you can't you have to make me come first.


Its and easy task for you, my pet has prepared me well. Laid a path for you.


Did you watch her close enough, have you learnt how to please me?


If you do well you may come and you may call me your mistress. 


Your Madame.