Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (15 page)

I slap her ass. “Don’t you grind that nasty, little pussy on me, you naughty slut!”

She groans.

I slap her ass again. My palm slapping against her beautiful ass sends jolts of electricity through me, and a pulsing need pounds between my legs. I feel a warmth flooding through her heating her skin, her ass.

Whap!

She moans, lifting and wiggling her hips, then spreading her legs. She wants me to touch her. Wants me to see, feel, how wet she is. She purrs as she lies over my lap and I smack her ass and thighs, soft and sensual at first, then gradually building up to fast, hard strikes, causing her ass cheeks to heat.

“Oooooh, yes…mmmm…yes, spank it…”

She raises her ass higher. Begs for more. And I give it to her, faster and harder.

Pop!

Pop!

Whap!

Her ass cheeks bounce as I alternately smack each cheek, building a rhythm that mimics the sounds of a drum. She screams out. Tells me how hot and tender and huge her ass feels.

I plant a hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. She moves a hand in attempt to slip it between her legs.

Whap!

“Bad little whore!”

Whap!

“You don’t move unless I tell you to, understand?”

Whap!

“Yes…ohhhh, yesssss…”

“Your horny cunt doesn’t deserve to be touched. Leave it empty and starved…for now.”

“Oh, god, please,” she begs and whimpers. “Let me touch my pussy.”

I smack her ass, again.

“No.”

“Mmmmm…my pussy’s throbbing…
please
…”

Whap!

“Please, what?”

“Let me touch…”
Whap!
“…uh, my pussy…”

“What about that bad, nasty pussy? You want it paddled?”

“Yes! Mmmm…paddle my clit…paddle my pussy…”

I forcefully bring my hand down across her ass in rapid successions. “Beg for it, Miss Creamy! Tell me what a whore you are for the paddle.”

Whap!

Whap!

“Oh, god, yes! I’m such a dirty, fucking whore for it, baby. My pussy loves the paddle. It gets so wet for it. I want you to fuck me with the handle, then paddle me good.”

I spank her ass harder, feeling my own body heat and my juices flow through me. My anxious pussy feels closed in and bound by panties that have already seeped up between my puckered, wet pussy lips, and the constraints of my leather pants. My whole body tingles excitedly and comes alive by the vibrations caused each time my hand comes down on her now red and bruised ass. Every time my hand smacks down, Miss Creamy rises up to meet it, eagerly. She grinds her hips against my leather-covered thigh.

I can tell she’s on the edge. Each slap, each grind, bringing her closer to climax. She is moaning and groaning and begging, winding her hips. “Please,” she whimpers desperately. “My pussy needs it…I need it…Oh, god, I’m coming…”

Her hips crash against my thigh as my hand comes down on her ass. She screams. Her body shudders. She is panting. Her breathing becomes erratic. I smile, plunging two fingers into her cunt. She gasps. She’s sopping wet. Her slick lips suck in my fingers. Finger-fuck her spot until her body is convulsing again. I take her to the edge, then swiftly pull out, leaving her drenched cunt vacant.

“Now you’re ready for the paddle,” I whisper, offering her my cum-slick fingers. She feasts on them, then slowly lifts up from my lap. Her pussy has left a pool of juices over my legs, leaving the leather shiny and wet.

Without prompting, Miss Creamy leans into my lap, extends her tongue, and laps at the wet leather, cleaning up her cum, then struts over toward the red leather chaise across the other end of the room. I smile lovingly at the emblazoned handprints on her ass; her caramel-colored skin now crimson.

I eye her as she lies back, spreads her thighs, then bends her knees back. I lick my already wet lips. My excitement, the heated scent of her lust, and the feel of the paddle in my hand, pushes my own libido into overdrive.

I stand up. My cunt is still pounding from this morning’s sexathon with Sasha. We had started our passionate lovemaking session around three
A.M
., in the sixty-nine position with Sasha beneath me, licking around my plump, thick lips, then using her fingers to pull me open and dart her tongue in and out of my slit as I covered the mouth of her pussy with my own hot mouth. I used my jaw muscles, feverishly sucking and pulling, trying to suck the
cream out of her. I wanted her to shoot into my mouth, the way I was shooting into hers. A rushing gush of wetness flooding her mouth, coating her lips and chin as her tongue unerringly found my clit, and began lapping and nibbling it, her hands stroking between my legs, spreading my wetness over my lips, a thumb pressing into my ass. I shuddered, coming again.

Mmmm…

An early morning romp of pussy eating, followed by intense fucking is how Sasha and I usually start our day, with either me dominating and her being the submissive or vice versa. Our hungry need to please shows in the way we stroke and ride and grind each other.

This morning, after almost two hours of oral pleasure, we ended our last round with my legs up over her shoulders and her pushing nine thick inches of a golden brown cock into my overflowing sea of juices. I offered up my beautiful fat pussy for her pleasure, and she reveled in the sight of it before plunging in. I gasped and dug my nails into her back as she pounded my insides. Her breasts pressed against mine, she grinded her hips into my bucking pelvis, my tight cunt gripping the dildo as it pistoned in and out, my pussy lips sucking along its length. Her dick plunged in deep and fast.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I was so turned on—as I always am—by the slick sound and smell of my deliciously fucked cunt caused by Sasha’s dick hitting my spot just so.

She cupped the underside of my ass and rammed in and out of me, fucking me faster and deeper with each thrust, the slap of skin, the squishy-sounds of juices coupled with grunts of lust egged her on until her lusciously thick strap-on inched out of my cum-wetted cunt and finally found its way into my ass, stretching it open.

I gasped. Sasha fucked me. Slowly at first, pushing deeper with each thrust. When she cupped my left breast, then bit down on my nipple, a piercing heat shot through me, causing my asshole to open wider and wetter. I was burning with desire, welcoming Sasha’s thrusts into my ass as I breathed in shallow gasps.

And as quickly as she had invaded my ass, she swiftly attacked my pussy with a thick, veiny, ten-inch flesh-colored dildo, ramming it into my soppy hole. “Oh, god, yes! Mmmph…oooh, oooh, ooooh…uh…yes, yes, yes…”

“You love it in your ass?”

“Yes!”

“You love both of your holes fucked?”

I grunted. I was being fucked speechless. Sasha knows my body well. Knows how to deliver the right amount of pain to take me over the edge. She rhythmically worked the dildo and strap-on in me, causing me to grab at her breasts, pull them into my mouth and ravish them, licking and sucking and biting down on her nipples.

Both holes stuffed and overheated, my clit burned and sent sparks shooting through my asshole. I came again and again and again. Screaming out Sasha’s name, my nails raking along her back. She groaned and grunted, rolling off of me, leaving my asshole gaping. I pushed the dildo out of my pussy, then impulsively ran my tongue up and down the big realistic-looking phallus, savoring my tangy flavor.

She smiled at my dazed look, then inched up on her forearms. “Well, I guess I better get ready to catch my flight.” She was heading back to her home in Santa Monica for three weeks.

As an executive of a major print ad firm with offices in both New York City and Los Angeles, her job affords her the luxury of being bi-coastal. This arrangement, our long distance relationship,
is perfect. I have a lover who satisfies every ounce of my being and I am able to cater to the needs of my clients without her ever knowing.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I said, reaching for her and pulling her back onto the bed. “We’re not done, yet.”

Our eyes locked. “Oh, you want more?”

I grinned, twisting her left nipple and pinching her clit simultaneously. She gasped. “I always want more.”

I bat my lashes. Blink away the sweet memory of this morning and take in the view before me. In anticipation, I lick my lips at the image of Miss Creamy’s thighs spread open and wide. My pussy growing wetter at the sight of her, I sweep my eyes over her shivering body. She lets out a low moan as her gaze locks on the paddle in my hand as I reach her.

“Look at that horny cunt all ready for the paddle.” I twist her clit.

“Uhhh.”

I lean in, lick the nectar that begins to trickle out from her slit, savoring her tasty juices. I lick her again, then gently pat her clit with the paddle. Another moan escapes her mouth. My pointed tongue swipes her slit. Flicks her clit. She whimpers as I pat her clit with the paddle again. “Look at your dripping pussy.” She arches her hips to meet the paddle as I slide it over her puckering lips. She groans. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

I push the edge of the paddle into her wet hole, teasing it with the tip, pulling out, then pressing it up to her mouth. I rub the paddle over her pouty lips. She opens her mouth, and sucks. “Yeah, that’s right. Suck it like it’s a dick coated in your cum.”

She sucks and moans and licks all around the edges of the paddle, her hand inching its way down into her slick valley. I give
her a few minutes to stir the heat in her cunt, fingers disappearing deep, then reappearing wet and sticky.

I imagine the inner lining of her soft and tender pussy milking her fingers, her swollen inner lips hungrily sucking and pulling them inward as if it were a drooling, toothless mouth sucking a dick.

I reach for her wrist, pulling her hand away from her sex, then wrapping my own salivating mouth around her fingers.

Whap!

A moan bursts from Miss Creamy’s throat, the stinging pain catching her off-guard as the paddle comes down over her cunt. “Ooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!”

I can smell it. There’s a huge ball of intense fire, seemingly, burning somewhere deep inside her. The opening of her cunt seems to glow in its heat.
Whap!
The paddle delivers a burst of pain and pleasure. “Uhhhhh…oooohhhhh…”

Whap!

She gasps. Then yelps out. But she doesn’t try to get up or tell me to stop.

Whap!

I paddle her again, and again, heating her hole real good. She stuffs her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming. Tears spring from her eyes. Her pussy grows wetter with every blow. Each time the paddle strikes her naked cunt I’m closer to coming in my damp panties.

She grunts and growls. A gush of sweet, steamy juice shoots out of her. Her tight, hard-cumming cunt contracting, pushing out in rhythmic spurts a steady flow of liquid pleasure. She’s gasping and clutching her chest, gulping in air as her orgasms possess her body.

“Ohgodohgod…ooh, ooh, ooh…uhh, uhh, uhh…I can’t…stop…cum…ming…aaahh, aaahh, aaahh…mmmmmmm…”

“Yeah, that’s it, Miss Creamy…let it all go…Let your pussy flow.”

She cries out. Her body starts convulsing as my tongue disappears abruptly into her erupting inferno, zigzagging over her clit, then back into her burning sex. I flick my tongue rapidly over her clit. Plant my mouth over her sex and capture her essence as her arousal coats my tongue and seeps into my mouth. I lick and suck her well-paddled, cum-filled cunt until I’ve slurped out every delicious, naughty ounce of her hot cream.

Another twenty minutes, Miss Creamy saunters out the door basking in the afterglow of a good lashing and a deep, probing tongue-sweep.

“You’ve reached the Cum Master. How can I help you cum today?” I say into the phone, glancing at the caller ID. I recognize the telephone number and to whom it belongs to without hearing her raspy voice. It’s Invoice #3323, Kenyatta Lambers aka Slick Heat.

She’s a photographer’s dream—smooth, ebony skin wrapped around a sleek body, tall and thin with delicate, peach-sized breasts, a tight waist, and a high, round ass. Her angular face, narrow cheekbones, slanted green eyes, slender nose, and perfectly white, straight teeth add to her exotic look.

“By whipping my pussy,” she coos into the phone. Kenyatta, I mean, Slick Heat, enjoys the feel of a leather belt stinging her bare sex. Each time the belt kisses her clit prickly heat sprouts out through her pores and causes her cunt to hiss. The cutting sensation and torturous mixture of pain and pleasure bring her the sweetest agony. One she continues to chase. The euphoria, it’s become her drug, her addiction.

I think back to the first time she hired my services, over a year ago. She had waltzed into my loft with a fiery gleam in her eyes, wearing a simple, yet elegant, black tunic dress and a pair of orange six-inch platform stilettos. And tangerine lipstick coated over her luscious lips. She wore her black hair bone-straight with blunt-cut bangs and it fell past her slender shoulders. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing this gorgeous, runway-ready creature one would be none the wiser to ever suspect that beneath all the glamour this nearly six-foot-three (when in six-inch heels) bombshell loves the heated magic of a leather belt welting her bald cunt, searing her clit, and twisting out painfully scrumptious orgasms.

During her initial session, I had her sit—as I do all my first-time clients—in one of my sex slings, the one with the stirrups. I buckled her ankles, forcing her shapely legs wide open. The smoothly waxed lips of her cunt were already shiny from the juices seeping out of her. She was anxious and wantonly ready.

“Are you always so wet?” I asked, brushing my knuckles up against her clit, then across the seam of her lips. Her heart-shaped pussy was one of the prettiest I’d ever whipped.

She licked her painted lips and squirmed in her seat. “Yes. My pussy stays wet.”

“And what would you like me to do to it, huh?”

“Whip my wet pussy until it burns.” I slid the belt over her clit, teasing her. She groaned, aching for the sweet stinging kiss of leather. She arched her back and thrust upward; eager to greet the swift blows I was about to deliver. She gripped the chains above her head, twisting them around her wrists as I slowly began to heat her cunt. Blow after blow, she let out a garbled cry, her breath strangled in the back of her throat. Each strike of the leather bit into her pussy, her pinkish clit stubbornly erect, causing it to clench.