She sipped her wine, watching him. “Do you? What am I up to?”
He didn’t answer. The waiter brought their bill and then they were on their way out of the restaurant, Ethan’s hand at the small of her back, guiding her politely. Out on the street, he was a complete gentleman. She furrowed her brow in frustration. The dress was meant to entice him, to make him want her and unable to keep his hands off her. She pressed against him, her breast grazing his forearm, but he seemed oblivious.
Perhaps, she thought, she had waited too long. Maybe he had lost interest. She shook her head. It wasn’t possible. This dress was pure sex. There was no mistaking what she wanted tonight.
They were at her building again, having barely spoken a word. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her firmly, his tongue teasing her mouth. Then he pulled away too soon, a distracted expression on his face.
“Well, thank you for a lovely dinner,” he said. “Good night.”
She couldn’t believe it. The fourth date and he wasn’t even going to try to go upstairs with her. “Wait!”
He turned, looking bemused. “Yes?”
Gesturing helplessly, Shelley said, “Wouldn’t you like to come up?”
“Would you like me to?”
She couldn’t tell what he wanted and hated that he was making her ask for what she wanted. “Yes, please.”
“Certainly.” The doorman had been discreetly watching their exchange and held the door for them. Shelley stalked to the elevator, angry that her plan seemed to be going horribly wrong. Ethan caught her wrist as she pressed the button.
“Let’s take the stairs,” he said.
“Why?”
Still holding her wrist, he guided her to the stairwell door. “Indulge me.” Shaking her head at his bizarre behavior, she let him pull her through the door. With a slight bow, he let her take the lead. She had taken only a couple of steps up the first flight of stairs when he slapped her bottom lightly. It was little more than a love tap and the sound was muted, but her yelp of surprise echoed off the concrete walls.
She turned, looking down at him. “What was that for?” “I told you I knew what you were up to,” he said, the severity of his tone softened by his smile. “Playing the tease and deciding when you were going to have your way with me.”
She blushed. It wasn’t as if she could argue. “Hmm. Well, the sooner we get upstairs, the sooner I can have my way with you – which I think we will both enjoy.”
“I’m rather enjoying the view,” he said, giving her ass another smack. This one was harder than the last.
She hesitated on the stair until she slapped her again, then she ran up several stairs to get away from his hand. “Stop that,” she said, though there was no heat in her words. “You’re distracting me.”
He had caught up to her on the landing for the second floor and gave her another smack that was hard enough to make her whimper. Her bottom tingled, the thin fabric of her dress providing absolutely no cushioning from his spanking hand. She rubbed her tender flesh, frowning at him even as she felt the heat moving through her.
“Here, let me,” he said, tugging the back of her dress up and baring her bottom. “Naughty girl, no underwear.” She giggled nervously. “I thought you would like that.”
He put his arm around her waist and rubbed her exposed ass. She could feel his erection and rubbed against it like a cat in heat. His hands made circles on her rear, soothing the sensitive flesh. She whimpered softly, resting her head against his chest.
Suddenly, he spun her around and gave her three hard spankings. “I do like it, very much,” he said, as she squealed softly.
“You’re awful,” she said, scampering up the next flight of stairs and cursing the fact she lived on the fifth floor. “I’m not going to make it so easy for you.”
He was behind her in a moment, his long legs able to take the stairs two at a time. He hooked his arm around her waist and turning her away from him. In this way, she could feel his cock against her ass, the fabric of his trousers feeling rough against her skin.
“I’d say you’re making it quite hard.”
She knew what was coming and clung to the staircase railing, making no effort to get away. In fact, she pushed her bottom out toward him, silently urging him to spank her. She was wet now, as wet as she had ever been, and she felt her wetness trickling down between her bare thighs.
“You want it?” he asked, nudging her ass with his erection.
She nodded, tossing her hair back from her face.
“Which? A spanking or my cock?”
“Both,” she whispered.
He released her and she held her breath, not sure which she would get. Then he was spanking her, hard and fast, reddening her ass as she whimpered and squirmed. The sounds of his hand against her bare skin echoed off the walls now, filling the stairwell with sound. It sounded obscene, her sounds of pleasure punctuated by sounds of a fierce spanking. The pain was secondary to the pleasure and she bent over farther, giving him every inch of her ass to punish.
Spanking her ass and thighs, Ethan landed a particularly stinging stroke across her exposed pussy. The sound of the wet slap brought him upright.
“You’re soaked!” he exclaimed, testing his assertion by spanking her again. “Wet and ready.”
Her pussy was stinging from those too hard slaps, but that didn’t change her position. In fact, the sting only enflamed her. She moaned, pushing her ass out farther. “Again,” she demanded.
He slapped her again, catching her across her swollen pussy. “Naughty, wet girl!”
She only moaned.
The rasp of his zipper sounded as loud as his smacks, though it was only because she had been waiting for it. There was no need for preliminaries – she was as wet and ready as he said – and he was inside her in one swift stroke. Buried inside her tender pussy, hardness inside her wetness.
She moaned loudly, pressing back against him as he slid out. Empty now, she waited for him to push back inside her, but was rewarded with another stinging slap again. She yelped and jumped, nearly falling before he caught her against him and slid his cock back inside her.
“So warm and wet,” he whispered against her ear as he fucked her.
One, two, three strokes and he pulled out of her again. She clung to the railing, waiting for the slap and moaning as he spanked her once more, harder than before.
“Tell me when,” he said, as he spanked her.
He smacked her three more times, landing one hard slap across her pussy that also nipped her clit. She yelped, tears springing to her eyes.
“Now,” she cried out and he was inside her before the word had stopped echoing in the stairwell.
“Good girl,” he soothed, reaching around to knead her breasts. “Good, good girl.”
She closed her eyes in sublime pleasure as he drove into her, fucking her until she cried out, on the verge of orgasm. Then he withdrew suddenly and began spanking her as hard as before, if not harder.
“Tell me,” he demanded, putting the full force of his weight behind the slaps.
She clamped her legs together, doing the best she could to protect her sensitive pussy as her ass took the full brunt of his spanking. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, intent on taking everything he had to offer. She savored the anticipation, knowing that when she told him she’d had enough he would fuck her again and she would come. That thought, the thought of his cock filling her, made her moan.
“Tell me!”
She knew that he was ready – ready to fill her and fuck her – and that made her hold back. Shaking her head, she pushed her ass out farther, egging him to spank her harder. Teasing him. He growled in frustration, spanking her with everything he had as she laughed and then whimpered.
Finally, when her ass felt as if it were on fire and her pussy throbbed to be filled, she threw back her head and gasped, “Fuck me!”
He gripped her hips and thrust deep inside her, holding her up as he fucked her hard and fast. It took no more t
han a few furious strokes and she was coming, her pussy tightening around his erection and driving him over the edge, as well. She panted like a wild thing, holding tight to the railing as she pushed back against him, taking his full length inside her quivering pussy and whimpering when he bumped against her tender ass. The combination of sensations, the fullness and the ache, spiralled through her and she moaned as her orgasm went on and on, stroke after stroke, until he was biting into her shoulder to quiet his own groan of release.
He held her up, his cock slowly going soft inside her, as their sounds of passion quieted and their sweat-slick skin cooled. Nuzzling her neck, Ethan chuckled softly. “I hope you aren’t disappointed that your plan didn’t work out.” Feeling relaxed, but far from satiated, Shelley wiggled her ass against him. “Not at all. Just wait until I get you upstairs.”
The Confidante
by Roger Frank Selby
The sun beat down on the hide – heating young Lord Underhill inside.
Damn! It was getting too hot for this game. Easing off his jacket he picked up the binoculars to resume his watch.
No waterfowl in sight, but the river looked cool and inviting as hell …
A flash of white.
Hey, what was that? Someone trespassing by the shore! A damned woman on the bank. Sitting on a blanket. Picnicking, no doubt. He fixed his elbows to hold the view steadier. What was this? My God! She seemed to be undressing ... She was already out of her top clothes. Looking around, to check she wasn’t being observed she stood and began undoing her bra ... It was off. His pulse quickened at the sight of exposed breasts in motion as she folded up her clothes, keeping her knickers on. She had a really cracking figure. Now she was wading in, waist deep, swaying her body from side to side.
God! He was just not used to the sight of naked breasts in reality. He’d only seen his fiancée undressed a few times, and Amanda was a trifle on the skinny side. But this woman ... His breath came a little faster as he watched. He would eventually have to ask her to leave of course, but to see her splash and play without any knowledge of him observing – it made him feel … Well, this prey was far more interesting than bloody ducks!
She swam right over to the central island, then around to the far side to pull herself up on the landing stage, giving him further glimpses of breasts and thighs flashing in the sunshine. She lay down on her back to bask on the boards.
He would catch her red handed. He slipped down into the punt, and with his head down, let the current waft him downriver towards her.
To his annoyance he saw that without using the pole he was heading for the riverbank, not the island. A new plan formed in his mind. No doubt he would get a torrent of abuse, but even in the 21st century he was just a bit old fashioned about this sort of liberty in the heart of his estate.
Out of her sight behind the island’s willows, the punt grounded with a scrape that was lost among the gentle sounds of the river. He bundled her clothing into a plastic sack and tucked it out of sight under a gunwale. He had her now!
He punted nonchalantly around to the landing stage.
“Good afternoon!” He raised his cap.
She screamed and scrambled back into the water, swimming around the top of the island to escape to the bank and her clothing.
“It’s no good; I’ve confiscated the lot!” He tied the punt to a post and stepped out onto the stage.
The woman saw that her things had gone from the bank. He half expected her to climb out and run away like a frightened animal, but she turned in the water to face him, her white body rippling sensuously beneath her in the crystal water. No abuse, just a silent frown. She waited for him to speak again.
“I’m afraid you are clearly trespassing on my property. This is my estate and my river. You have no right to be here at all. There are plenty of signs.”
“I’m very sorry, sir. I didn’t know this was private. I’m new around here.”
The handsome, shapely woman was in her mid-thirties, but she spoke oddly. “I don’t get it... are you a gypsy – or should I say a traveller?”
“I don’t mind being called a gypsy, sir.”
“Well, I should really phone the security company.”
“I’m sure there’ll be no need for that, sir. Perhaps I can make this up to you somehow.”
“Well, I don’t see …”
The woman had swum up to the stage and pulled herself halfway out, as wet and naked as a mermaid. ‘But, you do see, sir!’ She laughed at his obvious embarrassment. She completed her exit, where shapely thighs and a dark triangle under wet knickers, showed her not to be a mermaid.
Confronted with her splendid, dripping body in the sunshine, he felt his own body stirring. But at the social level, the mood was moving from confronting a trespasser to something else – looking after a guests, perhaps?
“Ah, would you like to dry off? I have a fresh towel in my bag …”
“That be nice, sir.”
He leapt down into the punt, nearly capsizing it, and dragged the emergency bath towel out. He handed it over and she dried off in front of him with much shaking of her delightful breasts, patting her bottom and mopping between her legs.
It took a good minute, during which he had to turn away and carefully arrange the worsted of his heavy shooting breeches to hide his growing arousal. He glanced around. He and the woman were completely screened from the bank. There would be no one around for miles, anyway.
“Look, I may have been a bit hasty taking your clothes like that, but even in this day and age you can’t just...” He suddenly laughed at himself. “My great-grandfather used to horsewhip trespassers.”
“Not the women, surely sir?”
“I don’t know – I expect he would have spanked a woman like you.”
“Spanked?” Her dark blue eyes widened suddenly. “Could he have done that?”
“He was the Lord of the Manor – as I am. In those days, he could do more or less as he thought fit. He was the law – but times have changed, of course.” He smiled, then his eyebrows furrowed at her thoughtful look. “What?”
“Pity, ain’t it – that you can’t do that no more... But we could go back in time, sir.” Her country voice was softer but deeper, her manner, mischievous.
He looked intently at her. “Yes, we could ...” Quite gloriously bare-breasted, she had gone back in time. She thrust her perfect, brown nipples out at him in an insolent flaunt. He felt his face flush as his heart raced. “How dare you come on my land and swim naked in my river, you brazen woman!”
“I’m not quite naked – I kept me knickers on, for modesty, like ... and I’m really very sorry, sir.”
“I’ll make you sorrier, woman! Come with me.”
“All right, sir.”
He grabbed the towel from her hand and clamped her arm in his grip. Then he marched her, breasts bouncing at all angles, to a secluded bench among the willows of the island. He felt his body respond with each jiggle of her mobile body.
He sat down quickly, doubled the towel over his lap and beckoned her across his knee while loosening the tight worsted at his groin. She draped herself over his lap. Her breasts hung down, brushing his left thigh. He positioned her wide bottom on his right, the stretched knickers still damply sticking to her skin.
“Please don’t spank me too hard, sir.”
“I will spank you as I see fit, young lady.”
He raised his right hand, aiming for a spot just above the dark patch nestling between her bottom cheeks.
“And please don’t smack my bare bum.”
“I won’t bare you completely, young woman, but you will feel my hand hard against your skin.” He eased the material up, over the globes of her bottom, and rolled it into the valley between. It pulled tight around the dark bulges of her labia lower down, a few wisps of hair escaping each side. That would add some extra protection. He didn’t wish to sting her there ...
Smack!
“Ow!”
At the fist hard s
lap of his hand on her buttock, she knew him to be a natural – but inexperienced. This was the fist time he’d ever spanked a grown woman, she felt sure. Somehow, this fitted in with his quaint shooting clothes.
Smack! Each one hurt a little, but he varied the impact point each time, often taking her by surprise, and sometimes his hand would linger and clench a handful of her buttock, or shimmy her cheeks around a little. At each smack she would utter a small yelp – more of surprise than pain as he worked over her rump. She felt a wonderful tingling warmth from her bottom, which was probably glowing a little pink by now. She wanted something more now ...
Smack!
“Oh! Can you bare me properly now, please, sir?”
“Right.”
She wriggled a little to help him as he pulled the material down and out from between her buttocks and down her legs. She felt the coldness of her wet puss between red hot cheeks. She kicked off her knickers. Naked at last!
He spanked her a few more times, but with less resolve than before. Perhaps he was becoming distracted with the more open view? He ran his hand all over and around the full width of her bottom, his fingers lingering in the valley between. She felt a finger draw down and across her anus.
“Oh!” He touched her wet lips ever so gently. She felt them separated and lightly probed. Then his fingers slipped up inside her. She moaned softly.
While he moved deeper, she reached back across his lap and found the great tension under his trousers.
He unbuttoned the heavy breeches single handed, and she put her hand inside. She curled her fingers around the hot, broad member she found lurking there.
“You got a nice cock there for me, sir!”
“You think he’s there for you, do you, young woman?”
“I don’t see no other bare-arsed girl around here, and he seems that ready for one, sir.”
“He certainly is!”
From the fumbling, they stood up. She released him, and while he stood with his cock pointing up at her, she pulled his trousers down. Breathless, she knelt and took him deep into her mouth. Her tongue licked around his shaft.
“Ah!”
He seemed to like her doing that. She felt his body jerk with the movement of him tearing off his shirt. She began to bob her mouth on him, moving her lips backwards and forwards along his substantial length.
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