by Liz Gavin
But my body pressing against hers keeps her going. Her body is in overdrive. She can’t take the building tension any more. I move over to straddle Clara. My cock is hard and I have a naughty smile on my face when my hand moves between our bodies to guide my dick inside her pussy. I want to bury myself to the hilt, but instead, I position only its huge head in her entrance, nudging her.
I lean down and kiss her and she takes advantage of my distraction to wiggle her hips trying to move them upwards and to get me inside her. I laugh and pin both her hands over her head again. My other hand kneads her soft flesh. I cup one breast and then the other. I squeeze them and she gasps at the sensation. I tweak the brown big nipples until she moans, almost choking. The pain and pleasure mix drives her wild. I suck and lick the soft skin on the side of her breast, biting down and leaving a red mark on her.
“Oh, god, you’re hot, Marcel. More, give me more. I need your dick in me. Now.”
“We’ll get there, my hungry slut. I want to taste you first. It’s your fault for been so delicious.”
I move my cock a little bit more inside her soaking wet pussy. She bucks on the mattress. Opening her legs wider, Clara wraps her long legs around my waist, locks her feet at my back and finds purchase to trust up against my body, rotating her hips.
I laugh and kiss her, hard and long. She’s an impatient little thing, but I love that about her. My tongue explores her mouth in rhythm with the stabbing movements of my cock banging her cunt.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“You’re a hungry slut Clara.”
I pinch her nipple and keep on drilling her with my huge cock. I return my attention to her gorgeous large breasts. I suck one pebbled nipple as I pinch the twin peak. I bite one and scrape the other. Then I slap her tits and Clara feels a bolt of electricity connecting her breasts to her hardened clit. She closes her eyes and tries to shout but the sound comes out of her throat as a weak croak.
“Look at me!”
I stop moving altogether.
“Look into my eyes or I’ll leave you to take care of yourself alone.”
Clara does as she’s told and looks into my almost black eyes shining above her face. She wants to dive in their depth, forever.
As I keep shoving my cock in and out of her tight pussy, I reach down to find her soaking slit. I press one cold finger against her clit, a sharp contrast to the friction of my dick moving inside her. The feathery touch travels through her body and ignites her insides once more.
“I can’t take this, Marcel. Please. Fuck me harder. I need to come.”
“Oh, you will. Soon.”
The delicious tension continues to build. Her folds tremble as I flick her clit and trust deeply against her, hitting her cervix. I release her hands to reach for her ass. I split the round cheeks and invade her little hole with a long finger. I finger fuck her ass at the same time as my cock hammers her pussy.
She grips the sheets and throws her head back as she lifts her hips up to meet me, in urgent movements. Clara’s practically sobbing now and her sweat is drenching the sheets.
I cover the side of her face with my large hand, and run my thumb over her lower lip before pushing it inside her mouth. She can taste herself in my hands.
“Marcel, that’s too much. I can’t hold it any longer.”
“It’s Ok, babe. I’m close now.”
I invade her mouth again in a deep, sensuous kiss as I explode inside her. The hot jets hit her womb and that sends her over the edge, too.
She closes her eyes in ecstasy as her body shatters into a million pieces. For a moment, Clara thinks her soul is floating around, out of her body, hovering over the bed. She can see herself entangled in my possessive embrace. My cock’s still cradled inside her hot body. Then, everything goes black and she passes out.
* * * *
When Clara at last comes to and slowly opens her eyes, an altogether different kind of shiver invades her body and soul. Sam had come back and he looks flat-out pissed off.
“What-the-fuck-have-you-been-up-to?” He booms out.
There was no way she could pretend nothing had happened. He was no fool and the room smelled of steamy sex. The bed sheets were all crumpled up and drenched in her sweat and fluids. She winces and pulls the silk sheet up to her chin trying, without any success, to protect herself from his wrath. She has never seen him so angry before.
”How can you betray me like this? Don’t you trust me?”
He keeps yelling at her, but I can tell he sounds a little hurt, too.
“Isn’t your Master enough for you, anymore? Do you think I don’t know what you need? Is that it? Have I ever failed in giving you exactly what you needed even when you didn’t know it yourself?”
Clara is so mortified that she can’t find her voice to answer Sam.
She is visibly shivering and only manages to shake her head as if to say ‘no’ without confidence. She opens her mouth to reassure him but nothing gets out of her dry throat.
“What is it that you have to say, slut? I want to hear it from you.”
“I-I-I’m terribly s-s-sorry, S-s-sir.”
She’s finally able to stammer out the words in such a thin voice that it sounds foreign even to her own ears. She has never stuttered before in her life. She’s just not the stuttering type.
“I can’t hear you, slut! Speak up!”
“I’m terribly sorry, Sir.”
She repeats, a little firmer and louder but still uncomfortable and unsure.
“Get out of that bed. Now! You don’t deserve the luxuries I give you. Get on your knees on the floor. Stay there and think about what you’ve done until I see fit to come back.”
She scurries to her feet to follow his instructions and Sam stomps out without looking over his shoulders at her. He slams the door shut behind him with a loud bang. It rattles. And so does Clara.
“Oh, Marcel. This time we’ve gone too far. This is Subs 101 stuff: never, ever get any kind of sexual gratification without your Dom’s approval, let alone in his/her absence. I’ve done both. He’s going to let me have it, big time! I’m so screwed-up!”
“I’ll find a way to help you.”
I try to comfort her, but the words sound hollow even to me.
* * * *
Clara loses track of time. She doesn’t know how long she’s been kneeling, naked like that, waiting for Sam to return. It seems a million years. It could have been only five minutes.
She hears the door opening and closing and somebody enters the room. Her back is turned to the entrance and when she moves her head, Sam speaks. His voice is still cold.
“Don’t move an inch. You’ve lost that right, my wicked pet. And since you’ve forgotten how to submit to your Master, I’ll have to restrain you. Stand up. Hands behind your back.”
He takes his time tying her wrists with a leather belt. He doesn’t give a damn if his rude way of handling her is hurting Clara. The rough material bites into her flesh and she hisses but doesn’t dare say a word.
Sam is still seething but he fights to control his impulses. He wants to paddle her cute little butt hard until it bleeds but that’s not what she needs right now.
“The little tramp might actually enjoy that.”
He stands in front of her. He grabs her face with one of his huge hands and tips her head up until their eyes meet. He sees panic lurking inside her deep green eyes. She knows very well why he’s punishing her.
“You’re scared. Excellent! You’ll learn to trust me again.”
He orders her, as he ties a black scarf around her head. She hates being blindfolded, trussed-up or flogged. She’s always hated that. Losing control, totally, is a hard limit for Clara.
“I know you hate it when I blindfold you. Tonight, you deserve the whole treatment, blindfold, bounds and flogging. But, being the considerate master that I am, I’ve decided to settle for the first two. Instead of flogging you, though, I’m going to bring you a surprise.”
Sam watches her closely. Clara’s uncomfortable but he ignores that. He scrapes his fingernails slightly over her nipples and is delighted to see them jutting upward. Her whole body tenses up. She inhales sharply and the sound is a little broken.
“Oh, god! How I hate the bastard! I’m going to cut his dick off, and then kill him slowly. Let him rot somewhere. I can’t take this! I’ll suffocate!”
“Relax, my darling Clara. You’ll only get into more trouble if you make him angrier. Take a deep breath and try to calm down. I’m here for you, remember?”
My words seem to calm her and she keeps her murderous thoughts to herself while Sam moves behind her, his hands knead her hot flesh. He runs his hands along her spine, and circles her buttocks a few times; just like a sculptor who’s working with clay to create a masterpiece. He grabs her perfect round buns with both his hands. She crams her butt cheeks together and he slaps them hard.
“I’ve told you enough times already, don’t make me repeat myself: Don’t-move-an-inch.”
He pronounces each word, pausing for a second or two between then for emphasis, so she knows he’s about to lose control. Her heart beats so fast it’s about to explode.
She takes a series of deep breaths to steady herself, and spreads her feet further apart to keep her balance as Sam continues to toy with her body. He caresses her arms and moves around her. He palms her stomach and squeezes her breasts. He runs his fingers over her collarbones and puts both hands around her neck. He presses them together, just a little, but enough to scare her.
Sam’s hands are the only part of his body touching her and they continue moving down her front until they reach her sex. He cups her with one hand while the other moves to her backside. Without warning, he parts her folds roughly and enters her with two cold fingers exactly at the same time as his other hand invades her ass. He moves in and out of her for just a few moments. Not enough to get her started, though. He takes both hands away from her body and she hears him moving away, too.
Clara hears a low buzzing sound approaching and the large tip of a rubber object is shoved into her mouth.
“Suck at it, hard and long. You’ll need the lubrication.”
“Oh, god! It’s a dildo; and a huge one, at that. Please, don’t let him fuck my ass with that thing. It’ll split my little hole in two.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll do something if he tries that.”
I doubt he will, though. Clara does her best to lick and suck the monstrous thing, covering it in saliva. When he’s satisfied with the result, Sam jabs it inside her pussy, without any foreplay. She feels violated but her treacherous body expands to swallow it whole and clamps it hard. She feels her walls quivering. He rotates the damn thing inside her, fucks her with it for a few times before withdrawing his hand. He leaves the fake cock inside Clara buzzing at the slowest vibrating speed.
He steps away from her and she can’t tell where he is anymore. She senses him moving around the room, she hears him but she has no idea what is really going on. And that infuriates her further. When she thinks she can’t keep quiet any longer, Clara smells him near her, his heat radiating from his body on to her back. The hairs on her nape and arms all stand up, she’s on high alert trying to guess his next move.
She feels his hot breath seconds before a little bite stings her left butt cheek. It sends her reeling but she manages to suppress her reaction. He has always loved her perfect ass. Now, he takes his time playing with it. He licks the soft skin slowly and thoroughly. The cool air combines with the moisture left by his wet tongue and he sees the goose-bumps forming in its wake. Sam smiles against her skin. He finds a more sensitive spot and presses his tongue hard before sucking at it. His smile widens when she hisses and her flesh quivers but she keeps her reactions under control. He can’t resist biting her cheek again, this time the right one.
With his thumbs, Sam spreads her cheeks apart as far as he can before penetrating her hole with his prodding, rough tongue in short stabbing movements. Without warning, he shoves a finger there, too. He moves it around, then in and out of her. Then, he has two digits opening her up for his assault, keeping her spread as his tongue invades her again. All the while, the fake dick is buzzing in her pussy. She wants to cry out loud and fears that she won’t be able to keep her body from shuddering. He digs his nails in her hips to keep her from moving.
He pulls away abruptly. Clara’s body sways in place as it’s wrapped by the cold air, cooling her fevered skin.
“Get down on your knees again. Stay there and don’t even think about moving away from this spot. I’ll be back in a while.”
“Clara, you know I never meant to cause you any trouble but you’re irresistible! I’ll check on Sam and I’ll give you a heads up if there’s any reason for you to worry.”
* * * *
“Sam, are you sure about this? She’s never asked for a girl before.”
“Don’t fret, Jenny. She hasn’t now, either. But I know you’ll be good for her.”
“Ok. You’ve got me. But I’ll need a couple of minutes to change into this.”
“Sure. Take all the time you need. She’s not going anywhere.”
Jenny grabs the leather mini-dress he is holding out for her and rushes to the employees’ lounge to get ready. She’s been praying for a chance like this forever.
Clara Hervaux has been her heroine since forever. She was a poor girl from a small Louisiana town, a high school drop-out with a dead-end job. She had no future prospects until a fashion photographer discovered her at the check-out line of her hometown supermarket. The rest is history. Jenny would kill for something like that to happen to her, too.
Now Sam’s asked her to help teach Clara a lesson. She’s never helped a Dom at the Club before. She doesn’t know if she’s ready to do what he’s asking, but she can’t let this chance pass her by.
Being an employee at the Club means you don’t have sexual preferences here and Jenny isn’t a lesbian outside in the real world. But Clara Hervaux’s no ordinary person. Jenny’s had a couple of wet dreams involving her in the past. But, who hasn’t, right?
She checks herself in the mirror. She’s a beautiful girl and she’s proud of that. Her slim body has curves in all the right places and the tight strapless mini-dress hugs each one of them, showing them off. Her boobs aren’t as big as Clara’s but they look great in this dress. The push-up bra gives the illusion they might spill out of the cleavage at any moment. The effect is very hot.
She’s got a heart-shaped face and bright blue eyes which are highlighted by her long wavy dark hair. Her mouth is small and she has two dimples that add to the idea of innocence and naivety. I’m getting hard just looking at her blowing a kiss at her own reflection and saying.
“My sweet Clara, ready or not, here I come!”
* * * *
Clara’s Lesson
She hears the door opening and the unmistakable sound of high heels entering the room. She feels panic griping her by the throat. She wonders if Sam is so mad at her that he has given up on her. But she doesn’t dare speak a word or move a muscle.
“Since tonight you can’t be satisfied by your Master alone, I’ve decided to bring reinforcement.”
Sam notices her whole body tense up. Waves of panic radiate from her and crash on his chest. She looks frustrated and it’s clear she had a hard time trying to comply with this previous instructions.
“Do you want to say something, pet? Is anything bothering you? Speak up.”
“I don’t deserve your kindness, but thank you for letting me speak my mind, Sir. I’ve never had sex with a woman. I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it now and I don’t want to let you down. Again. I want to make you proud of me, Sir.”
She manages to say this in a very low, sweet voice. But I know her real thoughts are more along the lines of cold-blooded murder: of Sam and the anonymous bitch he brought in.
Sam laughs out loud.
“Is that so? Don’t you worry about that, my sweet, naug
hty pet. I’m sure you will find it in you to make me happy tonight. After all, you are a kinky little slut and this is your punishment, remember?”
She swallows hard considering her alternatives. Clara has zero options and she fights a wave of nausea, caused by sheer panic, when she realizes that.
“Stand up. Face me.”
He curtly orders her. Then turns to his colleague and says, gently.
“Jenny, can you take care of the vibrator, please?”
Clara tries to ignore the sudden pang she felt at hearing Sam talk so sweetly to the other woman.
“I can’t be jealous. Who’s this girl, anyway? The name sounds familiar but I can’t put a face to it.”
When Jenny gets nearer, Clara smells her sweet floral perfume. She knows that fragrance very well: it’s Calvin Klein’s ‘Beauty’.
“The perfume’s name’s appropriate. Jenny is the stunning girl that greets the clients at the door to Club Desire. I don’t know if I should worry or be relieved.”
“If I were you, I’d enjoy it. She is gorgeous.”
I try to cheer Clara up but she doesn’t have time to reply as one of Jenny’s hands cups her sex, firmly. She drives the rubber dildo deeper inside Clara, twists it around a bit, poking her, almost reaching her womb. Then she leaves the sex toy where it is to press her whole body against Clara’s. She grabs the movie star’s shoulder and wraps a leg around Clara’s hip. She pumps her own crotch against Clara’s as if she was fucking her. With the help of the fake penis, Clara feels exactly like she’s been fucked by a girl.
Without meaning to, Clara moves her body against Jenny’s and Sam smiles at his colleague encouraging her. Jenny trusts harder and pulls Clara’s mouth for a passionate kiss. She runs the tip of her tongue along Clara’s lips. Then she sucks and bites the older woman’s lower lip before invading her mouth. Their tongues dance around each other and they moan and sigh.