by Cat Kelly
And his body was not taking issue with that at all.
Sex he could do.
Reaching around, he unhooked her bra and released two splendidly full tits that he'd noticed had a gentle bounce when she walked. The lace bra had left faint red marks on the lower curve, but it would fade. Slowly he massaged both breasts, her nipples poking into his palms. Her lashes fluttered through the holes in her pink mask and her lips parted.
Oh, yes. Let's get down to it. No need to waste time.
Jack was surprised at how quickly he cast aside hesitancy and doubt and gentlemanly behavior tonight.
He bent his head and took her left nipple in his mouth. There was a slight hint of very sweet perfume from her body lotion and a little dampness from her nerves. Sucking on her tit, he slipped a hand down her waxed mound, enjoying the smooth, pearly skin and then he rubbed his knuckle over her pillowy pussy lips and felt her move, part her legs. Christ, he hadn't touched lovely, soft skin like this in....too long. For a second he felt like crumbling with need. The only way he could get through this and not spend his load before she climaxed was to be tough, create a wall of some distance - almost to become another character. Laura used to enjoy it when he took charge in bed and tonight, wearing this black leather mask, he could let his Dom out to play. He could indulge his fantasies even further than before.
Her nipple popped from his mouth and he quickly shrugged out of his jacket while Claudia stood watching, one peak darker and distended thanks to his nursing. He'd amend that disparity soon he thought with a smirk, loosening his tie.
"Kneel on the edge of the bed, face the wall and spread your legs," he instructed her firmly. "I want to examine your pretty cunt and make certain you're ready for me."
Obeying his command, she flipped her long curls over one shoulder. He unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers, letting his aching cock stretch free, but he didn't bother undressing any further. Lifting that playful ponytail hanging from her anal plug, he stared at the pink folds of her sex and noted the gleam of dew where she was already aroused.
"Stick your ass higher. Arch your spine."
She did. Her breathing deepened. Her tied hands were resting at the small of her back.
"Those other men touching you, made you wet." When she made no reply, he added, "Didn't they, Claudia?"
"Yes....sir."
"You liked them pawing at you?"
Again nothing.
"Answer me!" he growled, flicking his tie against her ass cheek.
"I suppose I did....sir."
"Are you sorry I won the bid?"
"I don't know yet, do I? Ask me later."
He paused, squinting down at the woman on the bed, not knowing whether he was more annoyed or amused. What exactly was she there for? Didn't she know the definition of a submissive? He regrouped, slapping her ass again with his tie. "Apparently there's a lot you don't know, Claudia. Fortunately I'm here to teach you."
No response.
"That's where you say, yes, sir," he prompted.
"Yes. Sir."
A smile tugged on his lips, but he banked it. He crouched at the foot of the bed, one hand holding her ponytail aside, the other opening her pussy lips. Her sexual musk was sweet and he drew in a deep breath of it. "And I can tell you, Claudia, that you're very lucky I picked you out, because not everyone has my patience."
"Right."
He placed his palm against her pussy and squeezed, exerting pressure with the heel of his hand and rubbing slowly. She was beautifully soft and tender. Yes, he'd made an excellent purchase. "What was that, Claudia?"
"Er...yes, sir." She caught her breath. "I'm sure I am. Lucky."
"I will service you in ways you never dreamed."
"Well, that's what I came here for...sir."
Jack decided to let that pass, despite the definite note of dry amusement. "Your cunt is so very pink," he muttered. "So juicy."
"Yes, sir."
"You're highly aroused."
She swayed slightly on her knees, pushing back just a little. "You're highly observant."
He trailed his thumb up and down her labia. "Are you aching for my cock in here?"
This answer came breathless, "What do you think?"
He paused, studying again the curve of her full, pouty nether lips. "I beg your pardon, Claudia?" He spanked her ass cheek again, harder this time.
"I mean, yes...sir."
With one finger he caressed her sex, from her filled, stretched anus to the crest of her labial folds and back again, watching her further blossom. "Do you always ache like this for cock? Are you usually so sexually responsive."
"I have never felt quite like this," she muttered reluctantly, as if it pained her to admit she was turned on.
"Like this? Explain further." He slipped his forefinger inside her cunt and felt how incredibly tight and hot she was. In response his dick twitched, the thick head expelling a single bead of pre-cum. Christ, he was ready too. He'd had no idea his body was so needy.
"I....I've never felt...never been excited by the men who tried to... I've never had an orgasm with sex."
He pushed deeper, wriggling his finger, slowly, carefully circling her clit. "Why not?"
"Don't ask me," she snapped over her shoulder. "It wasn't my fault, was it?"
"How do you know it wasn't? Why blame the men?" Now he moved his finger again and heard a gasp from her sassy mouth. Her body trembled and her vaginal walls squeezed tight on his probing finger. He very much doubted it was her fault—not with a cunt this eager. More likely it was the boys she'd known, not having enough experience to treat her the way she needed. "Maybe you didn't want them enough," he added. "Maybe you chose the wrong men to fuck, Claudia."
"Oh, I know I did," she agreed scornfully. "I always make bad choices with men. That's why I'm here. It took the choice out of my hands."
He worked a second finger into her pussy, through her dewy pink petals. She felt incredible and he could hardly wait to feel her around his prick. Jack knew he'd better slow himself down. "And maybe those boys didn't know how to hold off and make you want it."
"Trust me, by the time they came I was glad to get it over with."
Jack almost laughed out loud, but aware that she'd just glanced over at the mirror to watch his reflection, he shook his head briskly instead and kept his eyes stern. "Well, that won't happen tonight. Your Sir is in charge and I'll make certain you come, Claudia." He slipped both fingers out of her cunt and then back again, beginning a slow, slick, wet, in and out, lightly teasing her clit on every other inward stroke, fucking her with the full length of his fingers.
She moaned, pressing her upper body against the bed quilt, her thighs trembling. He could see her muscles clenching, could feel her valley contracting, pulling him in, trying to hold on to his fingers a little longer each time. Oh, she was ready. Ready for cock. Ready to milk him dry.
He crouched at the foot of the bed and leaned forward to lick her soft, honeyed pussy lips. She tasted just as she did in his dreams. Perhaps even better, creamier. His fingers slid out and in again, making more of her nectar for the waiting curl of his tongue.
He swallowed. "Are you telling me the truth, Claudia?" he demanded. "No man has ever made you come?" She must be saying that for him. Laying down a challenge for the man who'd bought her.
For a moment it seemed she couldn't answer. Her pussy twitched. Jack added a third finger and heard her groan. "I can make myself come, sir, but I hear it's not the same."
"With a vibrator?"
"No. Just my hand."
"How often?" He licked her again and then took the most pouty part of her labia between his lips and sucked.
"It depends." She shuddered as he sucked harder on her pussy lips, with his fingers still crammed deep inside her. "Sometimes three or four times in a day. Sometimes not at all for a day or two"
Jack released her and stood. He pushed his boxers down to his knees and let his pants fall to his ankles. "When is your period d
ue?"
"Why?"
He slapped his marble-hard cock against her ass and then her rosy vulva. Hot desire pulsed through his groin. "Because I want to know. And did you forget to call me sir, Claudia?"
She huffed into the bed cover. "It just passed a few days ago, sir."
Now there was attitude in her voice again. He couldn't figure out if she was just irritated by his question, or impatient to get fucked. But he wanted to know every intimate thing about her body and she ought to tell him, whatever he asked. He would obviously have to teach her a few things about being a submissive. "I'm going to leave your wrists tied, Claudia, but if you look in the mirror you can see me fucking you. Watch every inch of my shaft plowing into your cunt. I'm not going to stop until I know you've come as many times as I deem necessary."
"Thank goodness. I began to think we were just going to talk about it."
He stared down at her. "Claudia, I don't care for your tone, young lady."
"Well, don't keep me waiting for dick."
"So you're a brat, eh?" He pinched her ass cheek.
She turned her head, resting it on the quilt. Was she laughing? "Yes, sir."
"Don't you worry," he muttered. "You'll get dick." She'd get more tonight than she knew what to do with, he vowed silently.
Jack took a pillow and slid it under her hips. When this wasn't quite enough, he added a second and third one too, until her ass was high, her pussy at the perfect angle for deep penetration. He pushed her knees wide apart so she was spread and displayed. He let the ponytail fall back over her sharply arched spine and her bound wrists. That motion lifted the anal plug enough to move it in her ass and cause a gasp of discomfort. He ran a hand up between her legs once more and then gave her ass a few smart spanks until it glowed almost as hotly as her gorgeous pussy.
This was all his. His to play with. His purchase.
He slid his hands along the side curves of her body, and then, his chest leaning over her spine and her bound arms, he reached for her breasts where they swayed like ripened fruit beneath. Slowly he caressed and squeezed the full orbs he had crushed against the bed cover and let his breath tickle the back of her neck where her curly hair fell forward, exposing the perfumed skin.
"You have beautiful breasts, Claudia. Succulent."
"Er. Thanks."
"You make my mouth water, pretty sub."
"Ok."
Flattery seemed to make her uncomfortable, as did this position. But it didn't stop her arousal. Those hardened nipples pushed into his palms and then between his fingers as he moved his hands back and forth between her crushed breasts and the bedcover. "Breasts to feed me," he whispered, watching as his words caused little bumps across her bound arms. "Give me sustenance."
"Hmmm."
He pinched her nipples. His tongue felt dry and hot, as if they tightness of those two little spears between his fingers sent a signal to his thirst. Pity she didn't have milk in her. His cock stretched another half inch and tapped her bottom. He heard her sigh of yearning, felt her body lower slightly under his weight, her knees moving further apart as she tried to keep her ass up the way he'd instructed.
Jack slid back and crouched again at the foot of the bed, delaying the possession a few moments more while he licked around her pussy with firm, long strokes of his tongue, being careful not to touch her center. He stroked his fingertips lightly up and down the back of her thighs and her lips swayed as she tried to push her cunt toward his mouth again. But he teased her, nibbling and licking her ass cheeks, her thighs, all around her sex until he heard her frantic hissing and felt her trembling.
She was the hottest piece he'd ever seen and he was about to pry open that sweet fresh oyster shell, steal her pearl and suck her down. Claudia—whoever she was—would never forget this night.
He stood. "Now, I'm putting on my condom. Watch in the mirror." With shaking fingers he tore open the little packet and dropped it to the carpet. In the mirror her eyes were wide and unblinking, taking it all in. The look she gave him through her pink mask was another challenge thrown down.
At least she was no longer struggling to hold back her laughter. The brat's lips were damp and parted, her cheeks flushed. He knew the angle he had her at was not the most comfortable, but she would forget that when he gave her the best orgasm of her entire life.
* * * *
He hadn't bothered to take his clothes off yet, she noted. The man still wore his shoes for Christ's sake and his pants and boxers were around his ankles. If she wasn't so aroused, she'd be annoyed by that. However, she wasn't supposed to complain. He'd paid an enormous fee in tokens, and she supposed he could do this his way. He must be good—must know his way around— to have earned so many tokens.
Hmmm. Wasn't so sure she wanted to know about his expertise with other women at The Club. Tonight he was hers to enjoy, and she was his.
Marianne studied the reflection in the mirror. He was very splendidly proportioned, she thought, watching as he rolled the condom over his erect penis. But then she hadn't seen a lot of older men nude and those boys she had seen usually made her laugh. It was one of the reasons why she had a hard time with sex. Laughter, so she'd found, was very off-putting for the men she'd dated, however horny they were.
But the organ she now watched pushing between her thighs was nothing like the easily offended boners she'd encountered at home in Foxtail. Nor was it a small, flaccid, faucet shaped appendage, such as those she'd viewed on museum statues and studied resting languidly over heroically-muscled thighs in her mother's paintings. This particular Mr. Woody could never be obscured by a fig leaf.
Oh no, don't laugh! Don't.
Marianne bit her lip, choking back the nervous urge to giggle. Instead she considered the practicalities.
How the hell would that fit inside her? It would, of course; that was what it was for. Odd though.
Hey!
"Relax," he told her. "Don't tense up." And then he groaned deeply. "Damn that feels so good."
His fingers dug into her ass cheeks and he shifted forward, his hips hitting the back of her thighs.
There was a blinding, breathless moment of sheer bliss as her body opened to accommodate his forceful cock. She closed her eyes.
Oh, he was moving inside her. Her body was about to be cleaved in two. She heard him grunt, felt his hot sac rubbing against her waxed mound as he sheathed himself fully, taking possession of his auction win. So it was true what they said about waxing down there. It did indeed heighten the sensation.
Marianne could not move. The position he had her in made it impossible to do anything but let her pussy take his cock and submit to a thorough reaming. Her knees were spread too wide to gain any purchase on the silky quilt and her hands were still immobilized, tied behind her back. Her shoulders and breasts were pushed down into the bed. She could do nothing.
In complete control, he took no mercy on her. As he began to rock, pushing even deeper, she shuddered, groaning at the waves of pleasure now taking over her senses, flooding through her entire, taut, arched, tormented body.
Again she opened her eyes and stared into the mirror. She was on fire with need, wanting to fuck her Sir as hard as he now fucked her. She saw how he ground his stern jaw and held his lips tight. His knees were slightly bent, the muscles in his thighs clearly outlined as he worked his cock like a piston. The best she could do to participate was hitch her hips upward slightly, push back an inch, meeting each of his forward ramming thrusts so that his cock must be hitting her womb each time. The friction was better than anything she'd ever felt. It made her want to lift her knees off the bed and spear herself on him. In the mirror she saw her ass shake and quiver as he rammed harder into her wet cunt, over and over.Marianne could no longer tell where his body ended and hers began. The condom was slick with her juice. It was clearly visible in their reflection, even through her misty vision.
"You're so hot, Claudia. So fucking tight."
Her body was shaking. Heat from the har
d, driving motion of his plundering cock mounted so quickly that she could barely catch her breath and combined with the pressure of the anal plug it was enough to make her forget every other thought. Her mind was empty. She was no longer a civilized human, but a beast. A sexual animal, all raw need and savage, selfish greed.
In the room next to theirs someone was receiving a hard spanking, the steady rhythm loud enough to seep through the adjoining wall. Mr. Woody slowed to keep pace with the sound, but when the neighbor's bed began banging into the wall he quickened his motion, shaking their bed likewise.
Suddenly his head went back and he froze. A split second later he leaned over her, wrapped an arm around her waist, dragged her back, tight to his groin, and plunged his dick wildly into her cunt. And then she knew he shot his load. The stranger groaned loudly in her ear, his breath hot, scented with scotch and peppermint. As his lips touched the outer edge of her ear she lost her grip completely. Only his throbbing pulse now moved his cock inside her tightly filled pussy, but she rocked on her knees, moaning, taking over the rhythm.
She closed her eyes as her muscles contracted and waves shuddered through her body, each one higher and faster than the last.
Marianne Miller finally lost complete control for the first time in her life and let out a low scream of delight.
* * * *
He moved back, pulled out of her and swiftly removed the condom. "Stay there," he told her, breathing hard, aware of the perspiration dripping under his mask. After fetching tissues and a wet towel from the en suite bathroom, he cleaned her off. Then he untied her wrists, pulled the plug from her ass and told her to turn onto her back.
Her relieved sigh turned swiftly to more gasps when he tugged her to the edge of the bed and put his mouth to her cunt. Sliding his hands under her bottom, he held her for a thorough devouring. He worked his tongue into that blushing, tender cleft, closed his lips over her sex and coaxed her to another orgasm with a slow, deliberate sucking.
He ate her cunt as if it was all he needed to sustain life, as if it had been withheld from him for too long and he was starving for it. He thrust his tongue further, curling and unfurling its full length to touch every sensitive, swollen inch of her silky sheath, until she squealed and her ass cheeks tensed in his cupped hands.