I moaned around Jack’s cock again and he murmured, ‘Fuck yesss,” as I did so. He thrust harder, faster, deeper, fucking my face with abandon, and I greedily ate the cock he offered.
I pulled my face away, not meaning to, when the lover in my ass thrust his dick all the way inside. His glans stroked my g-spot, then he slowly slipped the shaft down the length of my shivering anal walls. I gave a high, shrill squeal, reaching up to work Jack’s spit-wet dick with one hand until I had enough composure to suck him off again.
Obviously noticing my reaction, green eyes thrust hard and deep once more, but this time he kept a fast and angry pace, pounding my g-spot with that plump cock head of his. My asshole, balls, and cock throbbed as if they were on fire with the need to cum. Another lover coiled fingers around my cock once more, and he worked me as frantically as the other two fucked me, face and ass. Soon, I was a writhing, bucking mound of bliss. I felt boneless, melting with erotic energy and the relaxation only an intense, impending release could bring.
Someone, sensing my orgasm was close, said, “Get underneath him, Bruce. Don’t want him ruining my fuckin’ pool table.”
And then I was thrusting into a warm, wet, tight mouth. I sighed and shrieked at this welcome surprise. My cock, my ass, my mouth, was aflame with slick, molten pleasure.
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Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release Cherry’s Sex Exploration: The Cherry On Top Series by Anita Lawless.
Spanking Cherry
(Cherry On Top Series Part 3)
By Anita Lawless
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. Kicking 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 ca
n 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.
At that point, I lost all control. I fucked her like a mad beast while I continued pleasuring her clit. My fingers dug deep into her ass and I held on tight. My balls slapped against her ass, and her cunt juices trickled farther down her thighs. Soon, her velvety-smooth, hot pussy tightened so hard she nearly pushed my cock out as she squeezed it with all her might. I groaned loudly, lost in sweet bliss, then she let out a long, piercing shriek as she came.
I pulled out just in time to see and feel her squirt. It doused my groin and shot up my chest. I ran my hand through her sweet, sticky juices, then I pumped my cock over her bare ass and spilled my spunk all over it. Pearly cum pooled in the little dimples at the top of her buttocks.
***
Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release Surrender To His Command by Leigh Foxlee.
Surrender To His Command
(Surrender Series Volume 3)
By Leigh Foxlee
“So your friend owns this place?” My eyes grow wide as I follow him and take everything in.
“Yup. It’s a part of the Surrender Inc. franchise. Ever heard of it?” He opens a door made of dark walnut and stands aside so I can enter.
“No.” I take a cautious step over the threshold. “What’s Surrender Inc.?”
My arms brushes over his chest as I walk by and I feel the fine dusting of hair on his chiseled pecs tickle my skin. My face heats and my body feels electric, but I hope I don’t show the effect he has on me. He’s shirtless today, clad in only a pair of tight fitted leather pants. I try not to stare at his chest too much either.
He stops me with a hand snaked around my shoulder. “It’s a sex club and resort franchise. My buddy only owns the one club, but he knows some of the major shareholders. The richest of rich come to play at the main resort, Sanctuary. Or so I’m told. I’ve never been there.”
I simply nod and swallow hard as my gaze takes in the playroom and its contents.
I don’t know a ton about BDSM, but I know enough from the erotic romance I’ve read, and some of Jeanie’s dirty magazines, to know a spanking bench when I see one. There’s also a rack that reminds me of medieval torture devices. A cross with shackles for wrists and ankles. And stocks. Glass cases line the walls and these are filled with whips, collars, handcuffs. He explains more about the room’s contents as he leads me around.
“Pick your pleasure,” he says, stopping in front of me.
The heat from his body makes the tiny hairs on mine stand on end. I try to breathe normally, act cool. This is just practice after all. Not the real thing.
Still, I stall for time. “Why do you need to practice anyway? How can someone be a failure dominant?” I regret the last sentence the moment it leaves my lips.
He glares at me, purses his lips, then his face becomes an aloof mask, but I can still sense the anger simmering under the surface. “Some of my clients feel I’ve been too soft on them. I need to learn not to hold back. To respond to my submissive’s wants and needs by observing their cues and better communication. Failure is not an option.”
He sounds like Arnold Schwarnehager in a bad sci-fi movie, but I don’t tell him that. I have the good sense to bite my tongue this time. However, I can’t help but ask, “What happens if you do fail?”
He looks annoyed, but he holds the mask of aloof calm, control. “Then I’m out a job, or I go back to tending bar at this place. And this job pays better than the bar tending. So you’re helping me as much as I’m helping you. See?”
The arm around my shoulder slides to my waist, raising tiny goose pimples down my back as it does. I suck air between my teeth.
“Who’s paying my salary then?” I’m curious, but I also still don’t quite trust him.
He can tell, and little wrinkles form at the bridge of his nose as his frown deepens. “My buddy. He’s investing in me. Let’s put it that way. Let’s get started.”
I cast him a dubious look, but his stony face says more questions are not welcome. His elusive buddy makes me suspicious, but I decide if payment is late or anything goes wrong, I’m out of here and out of this job faster than you can say chocolate and peanut butter. I have the weekend off from both my other jobs--wonder of wonders--but I haven’t given my notice yet, just in case things don’t work out. Like I said, never trust a bad boy.
He crosses his nicely defined arms over his chest. “Have you decided?” Pins me with an intimidating stare.
My decision is based on my last assignment for my historical law class. I point to the stocks, hoping they’ll be the least harmful and compromising instrument of torture.
He nods and, taking my hand, leads me to it.
My heart does a double-time beat in my ears. “What am I suppose to do as your practice sub?”
He opens up the polished, pine stocks and gestured for me to get in. “I’m going to read your response and ask you how it feels. What you like and don’t like. What you want more of and what you don’t. We’ll have safe words you can use should you become uncomfortable with anything. Remember the ones I included in the contract?”
Vaguely, I do. We go over them again as I gingerly place my head in the cool bevel at the center of the wood then drape my wrists within the smaller notches. The stocks lower over my neck and I try not to panic as the hinges give a tiny squeak and he snicks the lock shut.
Breathe deep. In and out. Relax, I tell myself.
“And now you’re going to … spank me?” I hate how meek I sound, but I admit the feeling of vulnerability that rushes over me at being bound this way is oddly enjoyable.
He crouches in front of me, takes my chin in his hand, grins as he gazes into my eyes. “You bet I am.”
“So what’re you taking in college?” he asks as he walks toward a wall full of glass cases.
“Law,” I simply say, not trusting my voice to get out much else.
He turns back to me, holding a paddle that reminds me of ping pong games played with my sister. “A lawyer, huh? I might have to spank you twice as hard.”
My cheeks flush with heat at his threat. “Haha. Like I haven’t heard a hundred or more lawyer jokes by now.”
He just gives a sexy grin as he shows me the paddle and then walks behind me. Every click of his boots makes my stomach tighten and my mouth a little drier.
Through my jeans, I feel the surface of the paddle skim over my butt. First one cheek and then he slides it across the other. My stomach grows tighter still and that traitorous thing between my legs tingles with more heat. I bite my bottom lip then clench and unclench my hands.
“You ready, sweetie?” His voice is a sexy drawl that makes my nipples stiffen.
“Ready,” I croak, thinking, as I’ll ever be.
The paddle skims up my back, charging my skin with electric energy as it slides across my thin t-shirt. He slips it down over my sides, down my hips. As he does so, one big leg nudges between mine. Our knees touch and then our thighs rub against each other. My sex screams to be touched. My nipples are aching. I bite my lip harder, wondering when the first whack will happen, when--
Smack!
The paddle whistles through the air before it slams into my ass. A sharp sting radiates out from where it hits, and I cry out “Ouch!” He asks if I’m still comfortable with continuing and I say yes. The pain intrigues me, stirs my darker sexual fantasies I’ve never confessed to anyone. Not Ethan, not one of the bad boys I’ve dated.
He traces the paddle from m
y inner knee up my thigh and I tense. He promised no sex and no touching naughty bits. I fist my hands, waiting, wondering if he’ll break my rule and what I’ll do then. But just as the paddle sweeps to the mid-thigh of my jeans, he pulls it away and then swirls circles at the base of my spine.
“How’s this feel so far?” he asks, his voice husky enough to do things to me. “Tell me what it’s like for you.”
I take three deep breaths before I dare speak. “It’s … interesting. I expected to hate the pain, be afraid of it, but I don’t and I’m not. I thought the vulnerability would be freaky, but it isn’t. I kind of like it.”
He chuckles low in his throat and the paddle slips down one butt cheek. “Are you turned on?”
I lick my lips, think about my reply. “That’s what you want, right?” Realizing how my question sounds, I quickly add, “For your clients to be turned on, I mean.”
The paddle touches a band of flesh poking out from beneath my t-shirt and I feel like my skin has been seared there.
“That’s what I want.” He places his free hand at the small of my back and his heat melts through me.
I have to take my time replying or I know my voice will once more betray me. “Then, yeah.” Swallow. “I can see how this would be a turn on.”
“Good.”
The paddle leaves my butt again and I tense, waiting for what I know will follow. Almost looking forward to it. I squeeze my eyes shut and--
Slap!
It lands even harder this time. It burns and smarts and my panties are so wet now. I have to chase traitorous fantasies of Rider from my mind. Him and I in my apartment. Me tied to my headboard as he kisses and licks his way down my body.
Smack!
This time I gasp in response and my eyes fly open. I never thought pain could be so pleasurable. Oh, it hurts, make no mistake, but somehow the pain, the total surrender of my control to another, also makes me incredibly horny.
And conflicted. I’m a independent woman, and a few of my relationships in the past ended because my partner would try to control me too much. No one tells me what to do and when to do it. One guy even tried to cut me off from my mother, and he was jealous of the time I spent with my family. So controlling, dominant males tend to make me leery. One of the reasons for my swearing off bad boys. But with Rider, like this, I don’t feel threatened. I feel free and way too turned on for my own good!
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