Richer Ground

by M, Jessie

  “You can tickle me senseless another time. Hit me with something, c'mon, get stuck in girl...”

  She smiled as she tied the blindfold nice and tight around his head and kissed his nose. His big grin was getting her going.

  “Where do you want me to inflict this pain on you?”

  He turned over, lying on his stomach, his head resting on his crossed arms.

  “Start with my cute ass, honey...”

  God, he looks so gorgeous... laying there like that... waiting for it...

  She picked up the spanker with a big smile. She leant down and whispered in his ear.

  “Wanna know something? You're a bad boy making me come twice like that and finding my well hidden G-spot... I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

  She gave him a hard slap on the butt.

  “Whoa...!” he jerked a little beneath the paddle. “Mmmm, nice... And I like making you come and hitting your spot... It's my new hobby... Now do it again, harder...”

  “A really naughty little fucker.... Aren't you?”

  She slapped him harder.

  “Fucker's my second name... More please...”

  She slapped him three times in a row really hard until a tinge of pink appeared on his ass and then she kissed it better, soothing it with her fingers and the feathers, sweeping them softly across him.

  “Are we officially a kinky couple now..?” she asked, lying down beside him and kissing his smiley mouth.

  “Not quite... It's your turn first...”

  He pulled off the blindfold and tied her ankles together with it. Then he put the lacy cuffs on her and tied them tightly together and placed the eye mask in position on her head...

  He trailed the feathers across her stomach and her breasts, twizzling the stick wildly and making her shiver. Then he picked her up and flung her across his knees and whipped her ass hard with the flogger.

  “Owwww.... Shit!” She gasped in shock as the pain smarted at her.

  “Too hard?”

  “No... and I kinda like it. Do it again...”

  He whipped again, as requested, and it stung like hell... but the sting wore off fast to a tingle and something else replaced it... A flush of sexual pleasure invaded her whole being...

  “Now I know what you were feeling...”

  “Mmmm, and it gets better and better... So... Another?”

  “Oh yeah, bring it on...” she panted and steeled herself for it. And it came soon afterwards, a blast of pain and heat and the flush...

  It was wild.

  “My God... that is so fucking hot...!”

  He flogged her again, twice in a row.

  “Rick... I'm so turned on... Do it some more... I love it...”

  “That's quite enough sweetheart. Your ass is a little too pink already.” He laid her face down on the bed and kissed her poor ass better. Then he untied the blindfold from her ankles and turned her over. Widening her legs, he began plunging his fingers in and out of her soaking wet insides.

  “You really are turned on, aren't you?” he remarked as his head dipped down between her legs.

  She squirmed against him as his soft tongue lapped at her clit.

  “What about the mask and these?” she asked, holding her cuffs up to him blindly.

  “Lay back and relax... You don't need eyes and hands...I'm going for the triple... And after that, we're going to sleep for a while. Richer's knackered.”

  “Me too, it's really tiring being a kinky girl...” she sighed.

  She woke up to the feel of him stroking her thighs gently with the tickler.

  “Mmmm, that's nice... Carry on,” she murmured, stretching her arms above her head.

  He twirled it all over her, avoiding her ticklish sides.

  She was mesmerised by the feel of it, and his dark eyes burning a path over her uncovered body.

  “Turn yourself over Ali.” She turned and the feathers dusted her back, silkily, down her behind to her legs. “I don't think I've ever seen a prettier little ass,” he said quietly as his hands replaced the feathers. He kneaded her backside with his fingers. “It really is a peach.”

  “Is it still a pink, flogged peach?” she asked with a snigger.

  “Not any more... It's recovered from the trauma quite nicely.” He carried on stroking and massaging her butt, and it was heavenly.

  “Rick?”

  “Yes?”

  “I'm having a wonderful time.”

  “So am I. After the puking, the hiccups, and whatever, it's all turned out even better than I imagined,” he laughed.

  “Yeah, we're good together, aren't we?”

  “We're good and we're going to be even better... Seriously better... I feel something special in the air.”

  He knelt up beside her, and with his hands around her waist, he hoisted her onto her hands and knees.

  She was suddenly more than a little excited.

  “What are you doing, as if I didn't know...?” she giggled.

  “Warming you up for me.”

  He knelt behind her and bent over her back. He squeezed her tightly in his arms, his hard cock pressed between them.

  “You're so beautiful, you take my breath away. Even your back view's completely stunning,” he murmured, kissing her shoulders.

  His fingers probed around her stomach, and then down her slit to her wet heat. He rubbed around her for a while until she was well and truly revved and warmed up, and then he entered her, easing in his long length carefully from behind... She sighed with pleasure as he filled her up. His fingers circled her swollen and very aroused clit, and he moved inside her, slowly. This was slow motion lovemaking, a la carte.

  Her head rested against the padded headboard as he took her away somewhere. Her mind spun wildly out of control as his fingers aroused her and his cock pumped inside her with delicious long strokes.

  “Omigod.... omigod...” she groaned over and over between each heavenly movement inside her.

  “Like it this way?” he asked in a whisper, lying over her back and taking her breasts in his hands.

  “Omigod...” she repeated again. Nothing else came to mind at that moment.

  It wasn't as if she'd never had sex, rear entry style, before... but no one had ever done it anywhere near so well. The slow thumping of his body against hers and the constant rhythmic sweeping of his fingers was something that could only be described as sublime.

  She didn't think things could get any better than this, but she was wrong. His serious side had a lot of special things to offer. He pulled away and grabbed her waist, pulling her off the bed with him, onto her feet, on the floor.

  “Bend over, put your hands on the bed, and open your legs nice and wide.”

  He stood behind her, between her legs, and slid inside her again and continued with his tantalisingly slow build up of pleasure. She was drowning in sensation and moaning uncontrollably... One hand was on her breast and his other hand occupied itself between her legs, his fingers stimulating her clit beautifully...

  Then he began to move against her harder, faster, and more urgently. She kept her legs braced against the bed as he drove hard inside her. She was breaking out in a sweat, hot and wild for him, and almost sobbing with the need of something she couldn't put a name to.

  Suddenly he withdrew, and before she knew what was happening, he'd entered her anally with a hard push.

  “Oh fuck... No, don't!” she squealed with shock and discomfort.

  Her first reaction was to pull away and she kicked and elbowed him hard, but he held her tightly against him.

  “It's okay, trust me... relax and go with it.” He kept still, obviously giving her a few moments to recover from his shocking surprise.

  “No Rick, I don't want to... It's disgusting...” she protested.

  She'd never had anal sex and never wanted to, the shit side of things turned her stomach.

  And he'd not given her the choice, probably because he knew she'd say no. This kind of sex wasn't even remotely
special to her mind, it was plain old filth.

  “No it's not... Let me show you, just this once. You never know, you might want it a lot more afterwards...” he cajoled her in a soft voice.

  Her initial surge of anger was subsiding, along with the discomfort. She gave herself up to him, mainly out of curiosity. If he wanted to do it, she'd go along with it. She tried to relax, as he began to show her his potent brand of serious sex.

  His fingers thrust up inside her vagina and his thumb rubbed her clit, as he started to fuck and finger her senseless.

  Her initial fears and disgust evaporated in a hot cloud of pressurised steam. Nothing could describe the things that were going on inside her. There was pressure and deep feeling from every angle. Her hair stood on end with heightened sensation.

  Heat and the wild hammering of her heart swamped the top half of her body and he swamped everything else. Her mind was so blown after a single minute that she didn't think she'd ever recover... He moved so slowly at first, and gently, gradually increasing the pressure and speed. Something truly base took her over and she began pushing herself against him, mindlessly driven, clamouring for something more. She was blinded by desperate need and overwhelmed by the rolling tide of pleasure that was building everywhere.

  “Don't stop... faster... harder... oh, please, please...” she whimpered as she started to come... She instinctively knew this was going to be something far beyond her wildest dreams.

  As her orgasm rose she almost blacked out. Her spasms came fast and hard and her breathing stopped in reaction. She left the realms of reality for a while. Nothing around her registered or even existed.

  “Ah... ah... ah....” She was vaguely aware of moaning incoherently, and her arms suddenly failed to support her and gave way. He pulled her tightly against him as he came, gasping against her neck. She felt the gush of cum as he shot inside her and it began to seep out. He twisted them round and sat down on the bed with a thump. She hung forwards, limp and so out of herself, with tears running down her face.

  She began to recover, and to feel his fingers and cock still inside her, everything pressing so closely together.

  “Ali... Are you okay, honey?” He pulled her upright, against his chest, and gently removed his fingers, hugging her tight, rocking her from side to side and kissing her ear.

  She couldn't speak. She just rested against him with her eyes closed, taking shaky breaths. “Ali... speak to me, please...” he said softly, stroking her face.

  “Fuck...” she managed in a tiny voice.

  He laughed at her very appropriate choice of word.

  He lifted her off him gently, and carried her off to the bathroom... He started to run them a bath and then warmed the shower, stepping in and standing her up.

  She hung around his neck as the hot water streamed down all around them and he kissed her over and over. She kissed him back twice as hard, frantically grabbing his ass and his hair with a lot of renewed enthusiasm. He'd sparked her off, pushed her limits and took her somewhere she'd never been before.

  “Mmmm, that was all out kinky with a very big K... I won't ask how you got into that kinda stuff...” She said as he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him.

  “If we both feel good doing something together, then it's not really kinky, is it? And I'm guessing you felt really good in the end, after the surprise wore off. I'm not actually 'into' anal sex in particular, and never have been, not in preference to other things. It was more for you than for me.” He answered in a straightforward manner.

  “You know something? I've never felt so good as that Rick. I'm having trouble believing it happened though. Are you out to corrupt me or something?”

  He chuckled at her silly smile. “Corrupt you? No... maybe educate, just a little? Now then, let's have a bath and some fun finding the slippery soap.” He put her down and left the shower. She watched him finishing off running the bath and turning the bubble jets on.

  He stepped in the bath and she turned off the shower and joined him, sinking in the deep, hot very bubbly water with a giggle. She wriggled back and forth and sideways over the jets with a sigh.

  “Oh yes... This is one of those times I'm so glad I'm a woman...” she sat back in the perfect arousing bubbles position, relaxing with her legs shamelessly wide apart as they spilled over her clit in a forceful stream.

  “Mmmm, I'm ready for the solo show... take your time honey...” He sighed deeply as he passed her the bar of Hilton luxury scented soap. “And this is one of those times I'm so glad I'm a man... Let me know if you need any help with anything...”

  As she soaped up her breasts under his dark brown gaze, there was one thing she now knew for certain. He'd ruined her for anyone else. No one would ever make her feel as good as he did. Even the way he looked at her made her high. No one else was good enough, in any way. No one.

  They needed to get up and go. The room had to be vacated by eleven, and she had to get to work. Neither seemed to want to let go, to stop the pleasure and pain trip they were on. She leaned up on her elbow and gave him one last kiss as he lay back snoozing.

  “Come on Richer, move your lazy butt.”

  “Move yours first.”

  “I'll tickle you out of bed.”

  “That little stick is evil...”

  “Ha ha... No it isn't. It’s sensual and titillating...” She swept it up his ticklish sides. He squirmed all over the place in ticklish laughter.

  “It's evil the way you use it.”

  He turned to face her and whipped it out of her hand, tossing it on the floor.

  “How are those lovely pink cheeks of yours?” he asked sweetly. She turned over to give him a flash. “Mmmmm, they could do with a little more tlc, I think.”

  His hand swept over her hot skin gently, and then down between her legs, probing.

  They'd been trying to get up for the last hour, unsuccessfully, and now it was getting really late. Much as she'd love to be fucked every which way, flogged, and spanked all day, it had to come to an end sometime. She rolled over and forced herself up, finally breaking away from Rick's unearthly pull of gravity.

  As they sat in the car on the way home, she couldn't quite believe it. She'd crossed a few hard boundaries in the past day. Her normal sexual behaviour had left mind her for good, on the express train.

  Spanking, flogging, taking it up the ass and getting myself off while he watched... Jesus....!

  The most difficult part to come to terms with was the fact she wanted a whole lot more of it. As much as she could get. There was far more to her darker side than she had ever imagined. He was taking her places, firing up her worst fantasies, and making them seem almost day to day normal. She couldn't stop herself thinking of bad things to get up to with him. Some of them were quite gross.

  She turned to look at Rick's far too handsome and strangely innocent profile as he drove along. He spotted her watching him, picked up her hand, and kissed it.

  There were no other words to describe him. He was a sex god.

  She took a deep breath and sighed loudly. She'd never been so constantly aroused. There hadn't been any downtime between them. Hardly a moment's rest in between screwing each other like crazy, except when they slept, which hadn't been for long.

  Her switch was flicked on constant sex setting and she couldn't turn it off and didn't want to.

  He was the hottest thing she'd ever had in her life. She was going to take every moment with him as seriously as she could, for as long as it lasted. Serious meant a whole different level of fun, she'd discovered. So what if parts of her were constantly sore from misuse and abuse. The rewards outweighed all that many times over.

  They arrived at the club and Richer dropped her outside with a drawn out sexy kiss goodbye, and plenty of heavy groping inside her jeans, which was out of order, considering they were right outside the front door in broad daylight.

  “I'll pick you up at midnight... Are you coming back to mine?”

  “Try and s
top me,” she laughed. “And thanks for the whole wonderful experience. I'll never forget it or get over it, jeez, what a day!”

  “There's a whole lot more where that came from,” he sniggered.

  She didn't doubt it.

  “Mmmm... I just can't wait to discover it all.” she said with a grin as he held onto her hand tightly. “Look, I've really got to go... I'm late.” She opened the door and forced herself out.

  “Bye gorgeous... See you later.”

  She shut the door and he was off through the car park and gone.

  She walked inside the bar feeling pathetically lost without him.

  Greta called out a cheerful hello and she came out of her moment of lonely misery and pulled herself together. She tapped out a few texts to her mum and her friend Joss, saying all was well and she was back at work.

  Normal life had to go on.

  Chapter 10

  He dropped her off at home first, to pick up some clothes. He sat in the car so she had a moment alone with her mum.

  “Hi Mum...”

  “Hello love, how's things?”

  “Absolutely fabulous,” she beamed from ear to ear.

  Her mum raised her eyebrows. “Really? Dare I ask?”

  “We got on so well.”

  “That's nice dear. Did you do anything interesting?”

  Apart from a hazy memory of the London Eye, most of what she'd done had been to romp naked with Richer... and that was dead interesting to her mind... but not exactly mum friendly details.

  “Oh... The London Eye... lots of fabulous food, champagne, and we had a huge suite...”

  She didn't mention the three dozen red roses she'd had to leave behind.

  “So you're a proper couple now, are you?” her mum asked pointedly.

  “I guess we are...”

  “Well I'm really pleased for you Ali... Rick's a lovely young man. A real gentleman. There's not so many about these days...”

  Ali stifled a laugh. Richer was definitely a gentleman in some ways, but not so much in others.

  “I've just dropped in to pick up some clothes. I'm staying round his tonight. We're all loved up.”