by Mira Paul
Getting on her knees in front of me, she stared intensely at my pussy before slapping it with her palm. Moaning, my back arched and my toes curled, getting tickled by the thick shag carpet as she continued her pleasurable punishment.
Slapping my rubber-clad ass, still tender from the spanking, she pulled me toward her, burying her face deep in my pussy. Biting my pussy lips, she ran her tongue slowly over my pussy until, like a blossoming rose, it opened for her. My breath caught at that first glorious moment of her moist juicy tongue finally entering me. Grinding my hips against her face I threw my head back and moaned with animalistic pleasure. The tip of her tongue was directly on my clit. Teasing it. Massaging it. My knees buckled. Thank God I was tied up or I would have fainted.
Her hands gripped my ass tighter, nails digging into the suit. She slapped my cheeks and I smiled at the feel of them jiggling against the rubber.
She munched on my snatch like it was becoming extinct. I ground my moist cunt against her face even harder.
My legs wobbled. My eyes bugged out. A high falsetto moan cascaded over my lips as I came all over her delicate features.
Her face glistened in the moonlight that was sneaking in through the blinds as she smiled up at me. Slowly she rose and caressed my cheeks. My hair. My body.
“Good little slave.”
She kissed me and I moaned. I always loved the taste of my come. Especially mixed with her lips. It was sweet, like honey.
“Since you were such a good little slave and came for your queen like good little slaves should…I have a present for you.”
I almost started jumping up and down like a child on Christmas morning. Her presents were the best!
She left me in horny anticipation, and returned a few seconds later. When I saw what she was holding I grinned and greedily licked my lips. It was the longest, thickest, two-headed dildo I had ever seen.
As she walked back to me, she beat one end against her pussy and sucked on the other end, causing me to salivate lustfully. Gulping with anticipation, I could only imagine what fun games she had in store for us.
“Do you like this?” she asked, running it all over my face.
“Mmm…” was all I could muster.
“You want this inside you?”
I wanted to shout out yes and beg her to fuck me with that big two-headed monster but all I could do was moan, “Mmm…”
“That doesn’t sound like a yes to me,” she said teasingly as she slowly licked the head of it. “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time,” she said, running the sex toy over my body. Slowly. Sensuously. Torturously. “Do you want this inside you?”
She rested the tip of it on my pussy and I nearly exploded.
“Yes!” I was finally able to say. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I want it inside me, my queen.”
“Do you want me to fuck you with this?”
“Yes.”
“Should I make you come with this?”
“Yes! Oh! God! Please! Yes!”
“Well, you have been a very good little slave,” she said, smiling at me. “I suppose I can reward you and make you come with this.”
Smirking, I bit my lips. I couldn’t wait to feel that monster stretch out my pussy. And since it was two-headed, we could fuck each other at the same time! That was always my favorite.
My pussy puckered excitedly as the first cool drops of lube sprinkled onto it. The strong scent of vanilla filled the room and gently caressed my nostrils. She had gotten a new flavor. Yummy!
The dildo was glistening. She rubbed the head against my pussy before slowly sliding it inside me. My mouth opened in a silent orgasmic wow! It was so big.
She only gave me a few seconds to get used to it before her pussy engulfed the other end.
We were still, getting lost in each other’s eyes. Her fingernails playfully tickled my palm and we both giggled.
As one we moved our hips back and forth. Kissing passionately, we tongued the hell out of each other. Increasing our speed, my stomach tightened as I felt another orgasm about to overtake me. Moaning, I screamed out her name and wouldn’t you know it, right when I was about to have the orgasm of my life, the bitch stopped.
“Please,” I breathlessly begged. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
She smirked smugly. “Let’s not forget who’s the slave and who’s the queen. You come when I say you come.”
Removing the toy from her cunt. she turned around and stuck it in her ass. I watched, amazed, that she was able to take it all.
Once her ass had adjusted to the sex toy we resumed our fucking. She had three fingers buried in her pussy, rapidly pleasuring herself. She was moving so fast her fingers were a blur.
Biting my lips I felt my heart rate increase and my stomach tingled, knotting erotically as another orgasm ravaged me. I almost passed out, it was so intense. Moments later, she came with a satisfied groan.
We were still, enjoying the way our bodies quivered with minute erotic aftershocks. Slowly she removed the dildo from our bodies. Staring me deep in the eyes, she kissed me once more.
She untied me and my arms finally encircled her body and squeezed her tight against me. My hands explored her body, satisfying their craving for the feel of her skin.
After I had stripped off the suit, she held my hand securely in hers and led me into the bathroom. With the soothing water raining down upon us, we made love in that shower until there wasn’t any hot water left in the tank.
“I love you. My beautiful slave,” she said, smiling at me and holding me after we had dried each other off and gotten into bed.
“And I love you. My beautiful queen.”
We had shared so much. Friendship. Fights. Marriage. Children. And now, grandchildren.
“I am so glad I get to live happily ever after with you. My kinky Rubberella.”
I giggled. I still remembered when she had given me that nickname. The first time we had gone to a rubber club on a trip we took to San Francisco. The memory was so fresh, even though it felt like it had happened a lifetime ago.
“Me too, beautiful. Me too,” I whispered, squeezing her tight and kissing her forehead.
It wasn’t long before we were fast asleep with the soft lavender blue light from the full moon falling softly upon us like a spotlight illuminating the stars of a play.
About the Authors
J.V. Altharas has been a storyteller since an early age through fiction, poetry, and song. Recently a song written and recorded years ago led him back to fiction after a long break from publication. His primary focus as an author is erotic fiction that explores the psychology and practices of BDSM. Current projects include TwistedErotica.com, an erotica podcast in conjunction with the website, and a collection of short stories to introduce the characters in The Price of Mercy.
Louisa Bacio started reading A. N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty series at an impressionable age, and has been hooked on erotic romance ever since. She believes everyone should have a little love and a lot of pleasure in their lives. Bacio enjoys soaking up the sun in Southern California, and spending time with her family. For more thrills, check out Bacio’s debut erotic thriller Sex University: Physical Education. Her story Two’s Company can be found in I Kissed a Girl: A Virgin Lesbian Anthology, and The Wait can be read in Rekindled Fire: An Anthology of Reunited Lovers. Drop in for a visit at http://louisabacio.blogspot.com/.
Thomma Finland is the pen name of a full-time actor and writer currently living in Hollywood, California. Thomma Finland’s work has appeared in Tight Ends, Once Upon A Threesome, Frat Sex II, The Mammoth Book Of The Karma Sutra, and Cougars On The Prowl, as well as stories scheduled to appear in Homo Thugs, Video Boys, Boy Fun, and Black Fire.
Dorla Moorehouse is a writer and dancer living in Austin, Texas. Her fiction has most recently appeared in Eat Me: Seven Sexy Stories of Gluttony from MindFuck Fiction. Dorla isn’t much of a lawbreaker, but likes to break the rules in her fiction. You can read more about her work at http://dorlamoorehouse.blo
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Maggie Morton lives with her partner and their eccentric cat in Northern California. Her story Unexpected Gifts is published by Dreamspinner Press, and her writing appears in the Spank! anthology.
Scarlet Page, an award-winning author, has been writing poetry since she was twelve and short stories, including erotica, since she was eighteen. She currently resides in Missouri with her partner and four ridiculous cats.
Mira Paul is a lifestyle submissive who can’t seem to keep her fingers out of the publishing industry. She began her career as an intern and, later, senior literary agent at the L. Perkins agency. This is her second erotica anthology with Ravenous Romance.
Angel Propps gave up a promising nursing career to become a singing, bass-playing riot grrl in several punk bands throughout the early nineties. When the members of her last band were abducted by aliens masquerading as officers of the law, she became an exotic dancer in order to raise her daughter as a single parent and to pay off the lawyers. Angel is a very out-and-proud leather dyke who has written for both online travel and literary magazines. She splits her time between New York City and Alabama.
Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. She is a short story contributor to more than thirty anthologies, including Love Bites and Bite Me (BBA/Torquere Press), Like Twin Stars (Circlet Press), Girls on Top and Tasting Her (Cleis Press), Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2009 and Best Lesbian Love Stories 2009 (Alyson books). For information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica/ or her blog at donutsdesires.blogspot.com. Ms. Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
Elizabeth Thorne is a sexual health educator and writer living outside of New York City who would like to remind everyone that sex on the Sabbath is a mitzvah. You can find a bibliography of her work at WithBatedBeth.com or contact her through her fan page on Facebook.
V.C. is an aspiring erotic fiction writer who is eclectic in all forms and genres of erotica, including lesbian, homosexual, transsexual, BDSM, pansexual, and occasionally romantic fantasy. V.C. has previously been published on Oysters&Chocolate.com and is also a sex toy reviewer on EdenFantasys.com under the name Foxxy Kitty.
Xan West is the pseudonym of a New York City BDSM/sex educator and writer. Xan’s story First Time Since, which was printed in Hurts So Good, won honorable mention for the 2008 National Leather Association’s John Preston Short Fiction Award. Xan’s other work can be found in Best SM Erotica Volume 2 and 3, Got A Minute?, Love at First Sting, Best Women’s Erotica 2008 and 2009, Best Lesbian Erotica 2011, Frenzy, and Pleasure Bound. Xan wants to hear from you, and can be reached at [email protected]