by Liz Gavin
Clara clenches her muscles at the rude treatment and does her best not to make a sound. Sam prods her pussy further, then stretches her as far as he dares go without triggering her climax. She feels her womb contracting and her legs become wobbly. She leans on his hard body for support.
She wants to shout, she wants to slap his hands away but, most of all, she wants to grab his cock and suck it until he begs for mercy. But she manages to stay quiet, somehow, her discipline overpowers her instincts.
When he at last withdraws his hand, his fingers are glistening with her juices. Clara trembles from head to toes, frustrated and turned on, but she doesn’t dare make a sound.
At this point, I am about to explode, too. I have taken my hard cock out of my ghostly clothes. I palm my own shaft, up and down, but it’s not enough. I close my eyes because the two gorgeous people in front of him are driving me nuts.
“Oh, god, she’s so hot. I can smell her arousal. I need to taste her.”
I go to Clara and suckle one pebbled nipple as I rub the other one with my open hand. She fights to control her treacherous body. Clara can’t avoid sighing when she feels invisible fingers pinching one peak and a cool mouth closing over her other breast. A wet tongue expertly rolls the sensitive tip. She knows I am there feasting at her bounty but her body is lost to all these delicious sensations Sam and I are creating. There’s no room for thoughts.
“You’re so sweet.”
Sam groans when he tastes her on his fingers.
“Like honey and spices. How do you manage to be so yummy?”
He reaches down again, this time shoving three fingers inside her while his wet mouth continues to explore her neck and shoulder blades, licking his way along her skin. When he feels his fingers are covered in her juices again, he takes them to Clara’s mouth.
“Here, my pet, lick them clean. Have some of your own honey. It’s addictive.”
She eagerly obeys him, sucking his fingers, slurping up her own essence. Her sex is drenched and she hungers for release.
“But don’t you dare climax before I give you permission!”
Clara doubts she’ll last much longer. Her inner walls are quivering as it is. She’s melting. She barely manages to keep still as I intensify my assault on her tits, stretching her nipples, sucking her soft skin, massaging the large globes, biting and scraping my rough nails over her sensitive nipples.
Pain and pleasure work in concert to set her pussy on fire. At the same time, Sam’s huge cock is still nestled between her butt cheeks and he keeps pumping it up and down against her. She can’t avoid letting a few soft whimpers escape her mouth.
Sam fears he’s not going to resist fucking her senseless for much longer. His dick seems to have doubled its size. It’s straining so hard against his black slacks that it will leave a stain of pre-cum on them.
“Let go of the wall. I have something different in mind for you, my naughty cat.”
He roughly pushes her towards the other side of the room until they get to a vanity table which has the perfect height for what he had planned.
“Spread your legs wide apart. Bend over.”
He pushes her ass up in the air until he can see the glistening pink folds of her sex. His mouth runs dry. His cock twitches again begging for release. He runs his hands up and down her back, kneading her flesh before concentrating on her glorious ass. He spreads her butt cheeks apart, teases her little hole with the tip of this tongue and plants a feathery kiss on each globe. Her takes an ass plug from his pocket and shoves it inside her mouth.
“Lick at this. You’ll need the lubrication.”
When he’s satisfied with the result, Sam inserts it in Clara’s little tight hole. He takes his time screwing it in place. Her breathing is ragged now. He straightens up and slaps her pussy. Once, twice, three hard smacks. Clara whimpers and tries not to move. Much. The connection between her clit and the ass plug is immediate. She’s burning.
“Put your hands on the top and brace yourself. Keep them there. I’m not going to tie you down now but I’ll do it if you move your hands an inch, or any other part of your body, for that matter.”
She leans forward and their eyes meet on the mirror. Sam’s face is difficult to read but Clara catches a glimpse of something naughty in his gaze.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, don’t look at me. Concentrate on your own expression and reactions. Learn to read your body. I want you to see how much pleasure your Master gives you when you behave like the good girl you are not.”
He slaps her ass with his open hand. Again, the pain of the ass plug invading her anus travels like lightening until her drenched pussy. It’s not easy for Clara to breathe anymore.
While Clara gets in position, Sam opens his pants to free his now aching, swollen cock. It’s big and so beautiful I can’t resist running a finger along his length. Sam shivers at my touch and pre-cum covers his mushroom head. He knows she’ll need more lubrication than that to take all of his shaft in. He positions himself behind her, grabs his rod and teases her pussy with the tip, circling her entrance. Her juices coat his dick while her heat lures him in. It feels like her pussy will suck him in but he wants to make it last for as long as they both can endure.
He looks at the mirror. Her beautiful round breasts are spilling over the velvet corset, her eyes are glazed from desire and lust. Her control is hanging by a thin thread. However, he knows that’s exactly what she needs.
What Sam doesn’t know is that he has a partner in crime. I am down my knees under Clara. I’m taking my time lapping at her folds. I’ve buried my face in her sex. My tongue is slowly moving around her, tracing the outline of her cunt, drinking in her liquid. I find her clitoris and flick my tongue over the tight nub. Her whole body shudders and Sam almost slips inside her pussy. He smacks her ass hard. The jolt links the ass plug to her clit, again. She hisses and her muscles tremble. He grabs her by the hips, digging his nails in her flesh and keeping her in place.
“Slow down, now, my hungry pet. I haven’t told you to come yet, have I?”
He realigns himself and prods a little at her entrance again, just enough to lubricate his shaft before entering her with only the tip of his big cock. He feels the soft, tight walls spread to accommodate his width. He stops, clenching his teeth to control his own need to impale her to the hilt in one swift movement. Sweat trickles down his face.
“SON OF A BITCH! I can’t believe the bastard! How can he stop Now? Argh! I’ll scratch his eyes out.”
I hear Clara’s thoughts and blow a cold breath on her pussy before saying to her.
“Calm down, sweet Clara. He’ll give you what you want. You just need to do as he tells you.”
“Ask me for it, slut.”
She doesn’t trust her own voice but she swallows hard before obeying him.
“Please, Sir.”
He enters her pussy another inch or so and stops again. His own legs shake a little and he curses his own goddamned stupid idea. He slaps each ass cheek hard and her tits jiggle.
“Please, what?”
“Please, take me, Sir.”
He moves another inch or two. His huge cock keeps expanding her pussy and he feels her muscles stretching to adjust to its girth. It’s excruciating to feel her wet, tight walls gripping his cock and not to bang her senseless. But he knows it’s going to be worth the wait.
“Please, what, pet?”
“Please plow me, shove your hard wood deep inside my cunt, stretch me, split me in two. I-don’t-care! Just end this torture, already!”
Clara wants to shout at the top of her lungs. Instead, her voice is a hoarse whisper when she begs with Sam.
“Please, take me, Sir. I’m yours.”
He plunges inside her pussy to the hilt. She’s tight around him as her contracting muscles squeeze his shaft. She whimpers as she clenches her inner walls. He takes a deep breath to calm down and slaps her hard on the butt, again.
“I told you to behave or there would be c
onsequences. If you keep doing that I won’t let you come at all.”
Through the mirror, he can see her eyes narrowing, her lids are heavy. Her face is red from her efforts to control her body, her mouth is open in a perfect ‘O’ and her arms and legs quiver. Sam smiles wickedly at this perfect picture of lust and passion that he’s created.
His body slams her back hard, driving her forward. Then, he pushes back, withdrawing from her sheath almost completely. He poises at her entrance, caressing her pink flesh with his swollen tip as yet another tremor rakes her body. He can’t see I’m biting her hard clit, suckling on it as a starving man would do to a juicy piece of meat. I swirl my tongue around the knot of nerves, stretching her as Sam slides into her again, slowly. I press the ass plug and twist it a little. Clara moans. Sam keeps the slow rhythm of his stabs, in and out of her, for some time. Then he increases the speed, with each trust. Then he pulls almost all the way out of her soaking wet pussy and stops. Sensing that she has reached her breaking point, Sam commands her.
“You may move and speak now, but you can come only when I tell you to, my naughty, hungry pet.”
With that ultimatum, Sam enters her again, stopping at the entrance and waiting for her body to readjust before impaling her. His sudden movements jerk them both forward. He roughly plows in and out of her slick passage, banging her, locking his jaws to hold on to control while his own body tightens at the molten heat of Clara’s cleft.
“Yes, sir, I’ll do my best. You’re so hot, though, I don’t know if I can wait much longer. But I need your cock inside my cunt. Deeper. Harder.”
He goes deeper, faster, harder, grabbing her by the hip and shoulder as she bucks against him, matching his trusts. Her gasps and moans are so loud they make his balls tighten. He won’t last long either.
While the two human lovers fight for their releases, I stand in front of Clara and guide my own dick into her open mouth. I hold her by the hair, bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth while Sam bangs her pussy. She whimpers against my cock, her mouth is so full that spit drools down her chin as my invisible prick slides over her tongue, in and out of her hot mouth, over and over again. She takes a deep breath to stop the gag reflex.
“God, you’re amazing!”
I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling it, tangling my hands in the glorious red mess of curls. I’m losing the battle for control but it’s a sweet surrender. My body tenses as all my energy zeroes in on my balls and cock which suddenly explodes deep down her throat, filling her with my cum. She swallows every drop like the hungry slut she is.
Sam’s still pumping Clara’s pussy, ramming her G-spot over and over again, Sam twists the ass plug and Clara’s legs shake under her. She needs to hold tighter to the vanity table for support. Her cunt grips him harder when he yanks the ass plug out. She’s about to come, and he knows it.
“I’m almost coming, my kinky pet. Wait for my command.”
Seconds later, his body explodes inside her pussy, and Sam feels her contractions intensifying, her cunt milking him, eagerly squeezing all this essence from his body. As the overwhelming release shakes his whole frame, Sam spurts his seed against her hard clit while Clara’s pussy grips his cock and spasms around him in her own mind-blowing series of orgasms.
She cries out around my dick, the vibration doubling my pleasure, as her walls squeeze Sam’s dick and her own orgasms hit hard.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you.”
She babbles in a very low whisper. She doesn’t have enough energy or wit for much else.
He smacks her hard, this time on her clit, pinching the little nub, not to punish her but to intensify her climax. He keeps slapping her pussy and each sting adds to her orgasm. She’s practically shrieking now.
Sam straightens her up, slips out of her, turns her around to face him and takes a step back to observe his handiwork. She is a masterpiece.
She keeps her eyes on her own face, as she had been told to do, but her whole body is glowing in the aftermath of sex. Her skin is pink all over her body, except her butt cheeks which are darker for the rough treatment they’d received. Her glorious red hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and her legs are trembling. He can see her sex through the triangle of red curls. It’s shinning with the mix of her juices and his cum.
“Oh, my hungry cat, you made me proud. Now, I’m sure you can use some rest. I don’t want you passing out from exhaustion. Go wash and lay down for a while.”
Sam leaves the room and Clara does exactly as she was told.
* * * *
Her Favorite Ghost
At Club Desire
After cleaning up in the in-suite bathroom, Clara climbs on the bed, slides under the cool silk sheets and stretches out. Her body is still tingling all over, her sex still feels sore and overused and her blood is ringing in her ears. She tries to relax. She needs to take a quick nap, after all, the night has just begun.
I’m sitting beside her and I know she wants to talk about what had happened. So I prompt her.
“Sam got really angry at you but he was right, you know. You should do as your Dom says. It doesn’t matter if I am fucking you too or not, he’s the boss. Besides, he can’t see me so he thinks it’s all your doing.”
“I didn't disobey him on purpose, Marcel. I wasn't defying him or anything, but I know he is a very resourceful, imaginative Dom. He won't let me get away with that. I hope.”
She smiles at me and my knees turn to jelly. I can never resist this gorgeous woman.
“Ouch! That hurt! I’m a jealous guy, you know.”
“Oh, come on, sweet Marcel. You are gorgeous, hot and sexy. And you know I love you, but you’re a ghost. And Sam’s a flesh and blood man. Both of you turn me on but in different ways.”
Clara’s a client at this exclusive sex club called Desire in New Orleans and I’m the house ghost. She’s one of the few people who can see and interact with me. Most people can only sense my presence or feel me when I want them to. She can feel me, touch me, fuck me. You name it! And she loves that, the little slut.
“Sam is good looking, I’ll give you that. If I were into guys, I’d definitely try something with him when he’s sleeping. You know I can enter people’s dreams, right?”
“Oh, boy! Don’t I?”
She laughs remembering the many good times we’ve spent in her dreams. I know that because I can also read minds. But it’s good to talk to somebody when I have the chance.
“Don’t be jealous but Sam is gorgeous, and sexy as hell. I love his smoking hot body, his rugged looks, his raspy voice. His commanding, no-nonsense tone when he talks to me. The power he has over my body is unbelievable. Men are usually frightened by me, being a famous movie star and all, but this guy can make me purr just by raising an eyebrow. “
“Really? Is that so?”
I pin her down on the mattress, grab both her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head. The naughty tramp just laughs harder.
“What took you so long, Marcel? I thought I’d have to describe him in more details. Maybe praise his huge, beautiful cock. Or the way he fills my aching cunt and twists his shaft inside me until I see stars.”
I lean down to kiss her and she pretends to fight me, moving her head from side to side, laughing. I grab her face with my free hand and silence her with a deep kiss. I love her full lips and her hot mouth. I bite her lower lip before shoving my tongue inside her mouth. Her laugh turns to moans and she trusts her hips upwards, trying to lure me into fucking her fast and hard. But we still have some time before Sam returns and I’m in no hurry.
I let go of her hands and begin to explore her body. She quivers and sweat breaks all over her skin. The sweet smell of her arousal fills the room.
“Oh, I'll be in so much trouble if Sam finds out I've been playing with myself.”
“I’m playing with you!”
“Ok, but he can’t see you, Marcel. Who’s gonna get the blame?”
However, the thought of being
caught red handed is too tempting for Clara and a slow smile turns the corners of her full mouth up. She pulls her knees up, opening herself to me, placing them firmly on the mattress. I move my hand down her stomach, around her hips, in slow movements, up and down, until I get to her sex. I stop and she gasps and moans and the sounds fill the suite.
“I guess, sweet Clara, you’ll have to pay to see. Or would you rather I stopped?”
“No, please, don’t stop.”
I grab her by the hips, holding her in place. I pull her knees down until they touch the silk sheet, exposing her wet cunt. The cool air blows over her sex but it only makes her burn more. She can feel my stubble scrape her inner thighs as I lick her flesh. From her button belly down to her navel. I shower little kisses and bite her soft skin. She bucks, arches her back and tries to shove her sex in my face.
“Slow down, pet. We don’t want it to finish so soon, now, do we?”
She only moans in response and I blow a cold breath on her slick folds and she quivers. Her juices are coating her sex. She looks and smells divine. I run my tongue on my lips in anticipation. I hold her legs apart and look up at her gorgeous green eyes. They are heavy and dark as a luscious forest. She wants me.
“Please, Marcel, don’t torture me like this.”
I give her my wickedest smile before my tongue invades her pussy. I find her clit and my teeth bite the little hidden nub. She goes crazy. She clutches at my shoulders and drives her nails in my skin. I lick, bite and suck her sensitive flesh until Clara sees stars behind her closed lids.
“Oh, my god!”
I enter her drenched cunt with a long finger as I keep the assault on her clit. I crook it and move it around her inner walls. She’s wailing by now. Clara has always been a loud lover. One of the things she needs to control when her Dom tells her to stay quiet. She doesn’t have to do that with me but she bites down her lower lip trying to stifle the sounds because she doesn’t want to be caught just yet. Besides, now she’s having second thoughts about disobeying Sam and breaking his rules. After all, he is her Dom at Club Desire and he controls the outcome of her adventures tonight.