The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation

by Medium McClusky

  Mrs. Hannah nodded once.

  “Would you say it out loud, please, Mrs. Hannah. I want to hear it in your words, in your voice.”

  Dorothy lifted her head again, raising her chin as best she could in that stance. “Yes, Rory, I gave you my contract with the full intention of being sexually useful to you. I want you to use me up. I want to find my boundaries. I want you to find my boundaries to know what they are. Then I want you to push them back, all for my pleasure. But most of all, I want to feel your sexual satisfaction, your fulfillment while you take me. That is what I want the most from you.”

  Rory nodded, reviewing her words. “So you will do all you can to help me give you the most pleasure you can endure?”

  “Yes, Rory. You give me great pleasure and I want more. I want it all.” Dorothy spoke with quiet conviction. “You own my pleasure. I owe you my body.”

  He snapped the scissors several times and walked around the table till he stood behind her. He studied the clothes she wore, then bent and cut up the seam of the skirt clear to her waist. She wore conservative panties, white cotton things which covered her, revealing nothing. Rory put a finger inside the seam and clipped up the side of her hip, revealing her pale skin. The panties sagged and he pulled them down away from the side of her ass. He rubbed her ass, running his fingers into her crack deeper and deeper. Mrs. Hannah did not move. The skirt’s border at the top kept it in place. Rory reached inside of it and pulled the panties down her other leg, down to her knee.

  “Mrs. Hannah, do you want me to fuck you?” Rory asked softly. When she nodded, he pulled the skirt away from her ass and slapped her flank, leaving a red hand print on her skin. Mrs. Hannah grunted and bowed her head.

  “Yes, Rory, I want you to fuck me.” She said, slight irritation in her tone.

  “Now?”

  “Yes, now, Rory.”

  Rory cut the skirt across the swell of her now bare ass so that a flap drooped, revealing the cheeks and crevice of her butt. Rory opened his slacks and kicked off his shoes. “Say it again, Mrs. Hannah,” he hissed. “Say what you want, tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Rory. I want your cock in my cunt. I want to come and I want you to come inside of me.” By the end of the sentence, Dorothy was out of breath, panting with the reality of it, imagining the words she was saying so that they changed her, filled her with wanting and desire and anticipation.

  Rory moved behind her and pressed her forward, down to her elbows and then flat onto the table. He stroked his cock down the crack of her ass and then thrust it between her legs. She widened her stance, arching her ass to receive him and then he was inside her. It was as though the lips of her pussy found his cock and pulled it inside of her. He thrust into her and Dorothy grunted as his cock stuck half-way inside her body. Rory withdrew and then thrust fully into her again, deeper but not completely sheathed in her slickening pussy. He withdrew again and slammed forward, banging her against the table. Dorothy grunted and then moaned as his cock forced its way deep into her. Rory grasped her hips and fucked her with deep, steady strokes till he felt his orgasm well up inside of him and overflow into the woman he had penetrated. He grunted a time or two into her and then it was done.

  Rory pulled his cock free and picked up the scissors. “I came inside of you, Dorothy, was that want you wanted?”

  She nodded and he struck her ass again. “Yes, yes I wanted you to come in my pussy.”

  Her words thrilled him more than he thought possible. He cut up the back of her jacket and pulled the chemise tails loose from the belt of her skirt. He cut up the chemise, revealing her back. He cut her bra and felt it go lax around her body. “Did you orgasm, Dorothy?” He asked, running a hand over her skin.

  Dorothy had bowed her head when he cut up her jacket. She lifted it a little and shook it. “No, Rory. I did not come when you fucked me.”

  “Do you want to come?” Rory asked.

  “Everyone wants to come.” She responded.

  Rory struck her ass.

  “Yes. Yes, Rory, I want to come. Please, help me come.”

  Rory nodded, the feeling of power, the feeling of control of this woman almost swamped him. He made a cut at the shoulder of her left arm and then cut down the sleeve, finding the chemise had long sleeves. He made a cut in that and clipped it off so that the rags hung from her shoulder, jacket and blouse. He did the same to her other arm. His cock was hard again. He pulled her back, helping her to straighten. “Follow me.”

  He went to her bedroom, shedding his shirt. Dorothy arrived and he pressed her to the floor, presenting his cock before her face. She did nothing for a moment but finally put a hand around it, gripping it firmly and began to lick their fluid off it. She closed her eyes and soon was sucking on the end, licking, sucking and bobbing her head gently. Rory put a hand on the back of her head and encouraged her to take him deeper which she did. His cock fit into her mouth and then bulged against her graceful neck. She sucked, snorting around his cock as she sought to breathe past it, through her flared nostrils.

  Rory withdrew his cock and looked down at the woman, her clothing a shambles. “Lay on the bed.” He still had the scissors in his hand. Mrs. Hannah lay on the bed, the skirt covering her legs and the jacket and chemise still covering her chest and abdomen. Rory, naked with his cock glistening and hard, got onto the foot of the bed and cut up the center of the skirt. The rough tweed resisted but he finally got the skirt parted clear to her crotch. He scooted up the bed on his knees and fit his cock into her pussy, pulling her onto him. Then with the small of her back balanced on his knees, he cut up the chemise, right to the neck. Her breasts came into view. He laid the scissors aside and pulled her more firmly onto his cock.

  Dorothy rocked her hips forward to get the cock more deeply embedded into her. Rory pulled away from her, got off his knees and reentered her, filling her immediately.

  “Oh yes!” Dorothy groaned. “Of fuck, fuck, fuck me!” She mumbled.

  Shifting the shredded clothing aside, Rory did. He fucked her till her hands gripped his back, making claws and stinging him with her nails. Her legs stretched wide and she grunted as the cock sank into her over and over again. Rory got to his elbows and fucked her for a while before clasping his ass firmly in both hands. He fucked her, laying full on her, pounding his hips down onto her with all his might. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and with one hand, played the end of an index finger across the tight sphincter of her ass hole. When he felt it relax as his cock plunged into the woman, he pierced her ass with his finger already slick with her pussy’s dribble.

  Dorothy grunted and then cried out. Her body lurched beneath him. Her legs wrapped around him and suddenly she was shaking, vibrating as though she were part of some great machine which shook her from the inside out. Her cunt clamped down on Rory’s cock and he met her orgasm with a climax of his own. He hammered into her for a moment with desperate urgency before he filled her.

  Dorothy writhed on the bed, her head bouncing and wagging. When Rory finished, he rolled off of her. After a while, when she did not move, he got up and dressed. He kissed her on the lips. Her eyes opened. The gray was gone from her complexion, once more a rosy red.

  “When I return, I am taking your ass.” Rory said before he left her, supine among her tattered clothing. “And Mrs. Hannah, no more panties. No more bras.” He departed.

  Chapter 17: Her Ass

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  He arrived at Mrs. Hannah’s door the next Saturday around ten. She opened it, demur, unsmiling, silent, stepping back into her own house, her hands folded before her, covering her pubis with them, which was evident through her dress. She wore no underwear, panties or bra. It was a light, summer dress which flounced about her body, hiding then revealing her body with intermittent hints of the line of her side or the point of her hip bone or the small mound of her breast, revealed when the light was right. Rory entered the house and closed the door.

 
“Do you know what we are going to do today?”

  Mrs. Hannah nodded. She spoke but her voice was such a low whisper that Rory could not hear her words clearly.

  “I did not hear you.” He said.

  “You are going to have my ass. You are going to put your stiff cock into my ass while I kneel on the bed. You are going to fuck my ass till you come.” She stopped speaking, her voice grew stronger with each word she spoke. Dorothy looked up at him.

  “Precisely. But first, I am going to kiss you.” He stepped up to her and kissed her upturned mouth. Dorothy gasped, her mouth opened and she welcomed him with her mouth, lips and tongue. The kiss progressed. Rory snaked an arm around her waist and lifted her, nearly off her feet, kissing her harder and harder. Dorothy grasped him by the shoulder, squeezing his muscles. Rory swept her off the floor and carried her to the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, reached immediately up her dress, seeking panties but finding none. He stood up and pulled his muscle shirt off his torso, lifting it slowly till it covered his face before stripping it off. He tossed it to the floor. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and left them open.

  “Have you been having sex with yourself?” He asked.

  Her pale face colored, evident even in the dim morning light of the bedroom. She nodded.

  “Good enough?” He said.

  Dorothy bowed her head. “Good enough.” She whispered.

  Rory bent over her, tipped up her chin with one finger and kissed her, a light, friendly kiss on the lips. “I am going to eat you till you come now.” He grasped the thighs of his jeans and intentionally pulled them slowly over the remainder of his cock, watching Dorothy’s eyes. They shifted from his eyes down to his distinct cock over and over. He pulled the jeans off with his sneakers and socks. Then he put both hands fully inside his briefs and skimmed them down his body. Her eyes quit shifting, fixing on his erect member. Rory crawled slowly onto the bed.

  Mrs. Hannah sat with her legs wide but the dress covered them. Rory lifted the edge of the dress and leisurely peeled it back from her bare legs, farther and farther, past her knees, past her thighs to her naked waist. He dropped it over her face and she giggled, moving it so she could watch him. The light in her eyes gave Rory a new charge. Seeing her excitement thrilled him; her delight shimmered about her. He moved between her legs, conscious of the eager smile and fixed gaze Dorothy regarded him with. He ran his hands up and down her legs, finally lifting her knees so that her legs were propped up beside him. He put both elbows on her knees and stroked her thighs.

  “I recall you telling me that the feeling of the cock in the cunt is a good thing by itself, is that true?”

  “It is true.” Dorothy whispered.

  “Do you prefer a tongue to a cock?” He asked. Rory bent and kissed along the rounded ridge of each thigh, up to the point of her naked pelvis bone. He licked across the lower reaches of her belly, running his tongue through the upper strands of her yellow pubic hair. Dorothy gasped and her belly surged beneath his lips. He kissed down the sides of her crotch, framing her pussy with them. He lowered himself to the bed and wrapped his arms around her thighs, blocking them up with his shoulders, laying his hands on her body, one along the inside of a thigh and the other across the swell of her abdomen which tapered into her lank, flat bush.

  He stopped moving. Dorothy sensed his stillness and lifted her head, trying to look down her body at him. When he did not move, she said, “Do I have to choose?”

  “Right now you do.” Rory returned. He was gently blowing through the hair on her pubic mound, the Venus mount above her pussy. “Tongue or cock,” he repeated.

  “Tongue.” Dorothy gasped.

  Rory gazed at her pussy for a while before lowering his face and breathing deep. He smelled the satisfying aroma of her cunt. He exhaled, blowing his hot breath hard onto her body. He touched the swelling ridges of her pussy with just the point of his tongue.

  “Oh!” Dorothy exclaimed.

  Rory pulled her thighs apart, her knees dropped nearly to the bed, languidly suspended. He moved his mouth closer and kissed the tight line of her pussy. He licked it, side to side, then swiped it from top to bottom with his tongue. Dorothy sighed again. He pointed his tongue and began to search through the folds of her body for the clit, pulling with fingers and touching with his tongue till Dorothy jerked under a certain probe. He descended then, and sucked and licked her very gently with the flat top of his wet tongue, in that perfect spot. Dorothy’s hips jumped up at him, surging against his mouth as he nuzzled her. After a few rides on her pulsing hips, he withdrew and peered down at her pussy. The lips were swollen and pursed. When he licked her this time, Dorothy groaned and pressed her hips against his mouth.

  Rory speared his tongue down into her and then pulled out, repeating the assault several times, fucking her with his extended tongue. He began to suck her pussy while seeking her clit with his upper hand. Dorothy grunted when he found it and then moaned as he rubbed it ever so gently with the rough pad of his thumb while his tongue swirled inside her. Her hips slowly lifted. Rory kept her hips and ass tightly captured with his arms and hands while his tongue fucked her pussy. She was beginning to struggle against him, pushing her slit against his tongue and lips, shaking it side to side before jerking up at him. Rory retreated then licked her pussy slit from bottom to top and then planted his lips on the woman’s clit. He licked and sucked and Dorothy screamed. Her hips bucked and her legs snapped together.

  A great spasm racked her body and she tried to straighten her legs but Rory’s position beneath her thighs prevented her. Instead her torso rose and her hands found the back of his head and pressed his mouth down, away from her clit. She was shaking, making gagging and gasping noises. Rory found her pussy once more with his mouth and speared into her body, penetrating her before seeking the rough spot at the top of her pussy. When he touched it, pressing it lightly, she exploded, her hips flapped and she screamed, wordlessly, lifting from her shoulders and feet so that he rode her pussy with his mouth just as he had the time when he first went down on her.

  Dorothy shook and shivered till finally the cataclysm passed and she dropped to the bed. Her hands feebly sought his face, pulling at him. Rory pulled his tongue from the gushing pussy and he could hear her speaking to him, panting words.

  “Oh please, darling Rory, put your cock into me, oh please, give me your cock. Rory, please, your cock!”

  When he moved up her body, Dorothy’s eyes opened. Her face was strained, tense, her eyes wide, almost feverish. Her hand trailed down his body as he stalked upwards till she clasped his cock. Her hands immediately positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. Rory pressed down into her and a small orgasm jolted through her. Her hands flew out to her side, her arms extending like wings. He shoved harder, pinning her to the bed, mounting her while she mumbled inchoate words of blessing and encouragement. Then he fucked her, hard, fast and thoroughly. He pounded her through three or four small orgasms and then when she convulsed into a quivering mess, he erupted, pouring his essence into her clutching pussy.

  He pulled out of her body and flopped off of her, once her legs unwound and lay lank and relaxed on the bed. Her hand fell over his chest. They lay supine, panting and pliant for several minutes. Dorothy rose up finally, and kissed him. “You can use me all the time, forever, Rory.” She said softly. “I love you.”

  “I am going to take your ass, Dorothy. You offered, you asked, you owe me.”

  She closed her eyes, blushing. “Yes, I owe you. And you own me.”

  Rory did not focus on her last words but smiled at them, reassured that his understanding of the situation was deepening. He rose up, got a wash cloth and cleaned her. She cooed throughout the process. He cleaned himself and returned to the bed. Standing beside it, he surveyed the naked woman lying still on the bed, waiting for him to act. He liked that feeling, the feeling of mastery; he had never taken a woman’s ass but he felt like he knew what to do. His cock stirred at the thought. �
��It is time, Mrs. Hannah. Time to give me your ass.”

  She nodded.

  “What do we need? Do you have some lube to use for this?”

  She nodded again.

  “Get it.” While she was gone into the bathroom, rummaging, Rory went to the closet and found one of her belts, a broad white one with a big buckle.

  “This will be perfect.” Dorothy said as she reentered the room. “Just put some on your cock and...” she stopped when she saw him tapping the folded belt on his hand. “...on...your...finger. What is that for?”

  Rory ignored her. “Get on the bed. On all fours.” He spoke in a low voice. For a long, agonizing wait, he was uncertain that she would do what he suggested. He feared he had misjudged her violent response to his teeth on her nipples, that it was not a positive response to gentle, easy pain. But then she moved. She set the lube bottle on the bedside table and did as instructed, shading her position to his side of the bed. In position, she turned her head and with a single distinct motion, arched her hips rolling her tight little ass high into the air.

  Rory’s first blow struck her across the peak of her ass.

  “Oh!” Dorothy cried.

  “Count.” He hissed and struck her again, not very hard, not hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Two! Oh!” Dorothy called out, her voice tense with passion. “Three, oh!” She spoke after each strike; four, five, six, seven. By eight, her voice was cracking. Rory was bearing down, intent on putting marks across her thighs and ass. By ten, Dorothy was whining and by twelve, she was crying. At fifteen, she crumpled to her elbows and then at sixteen, she buried her face and shoulders in the bed. Nineteen and twenty were muffled and distant but her ass never moved except when she widened her knees to get a better stance to receive each blow.

  Rory dropped the belt, his cock rock solid. He swept onto the bed and into her weeping gash, shoving his cock full into her furrow with a single lunge. Dorothy screeched and shoved her ass back at him socketing him completely and deeply in her oozing cunt. For ten or twenty seconds, he fucked her furiously, the tingling of orgasm sprinkling along his legs and back. He retreated, his cock coated with her love froth.