Too hot to handle (2 page)

“Don’t!
Leave it on! Lose the top but leave the corset. I’ve jerked off this afternoon
imagining you wearing one and nothing else while I banged you against the
wall.”

She shivers
slightly at his words and my tongue slips inside her folds. I had been teasing
her but the movement caught me off guard. She trembles even more.

“I feel you
all over my body, sir: your hands, your mouth, your tongue.”

I help her get
out of the clothes, running my ghostly hands over her smooth skin, leaving her
breathless. Clara is so turned on that her juices are pooling deep inside and
slowly overflowing her sex. She gasps and moans as my mouth traces her side,
from her thigh to her breast. I watch her nipples tautening further as I
massage them before clamping my mouth on one. I suck at it, I bite it hard,
then twirl my tongue around it, over and over again. She arches her back and cries
out.

“You’re
suckling my tits, now, Sir. It feels so wicked but I love it. I’m your slut and
you do whatever you want to do with me.”

Sam can’t
sit still on the bed any longer. He stands up, twirls her around and pushes her
forward until the wall.

“Spread you
legs. Put your hands up the wall. You’ll need it to keep your balance. ”

He grinds
his erection on her round, bare ass. He pulls her back flush to his front,
pressing both hands firmly on her naked stomach. He groans and fights to keep
his own body under control at the feel of her smooth skin under his hands. Clara
feels his hard cock nudging her butt cheeks through his pants.

“God,
he’s huge!”

She reaches
around to grab it, hungry to free it from Sam’s ever tightening pants so she
can feel the hot throbbing flesh in her hands. But Sam slaps her hand away. The
shocking sting robs her breathe and she winces at the mirroring jolt of energy
to her clit. Pain and pleasure.

“No, no, no,
my slutty cat. You don’t get to touch. You don’t make a sound and you don’t
move. Unless I tell you to.”

“Crazy
asshole! How am I supposed to do that?”

Feeling
helpless, she curses him in her head before regaining control of herself;
enough to voice her agreement.

“Yes, Sir.”

He spanks
her buttock, a series of hard slaps, right and left. At once, her creamy skin
shows the red imprints of his hands.

“Did I tell
you to talk, slut?”

Although the
violent assault takes her by surprise, the stinging sensations travel all the
way to her soaking wet pussy, igniting her clit. Clara can feel more of her
moisture dripping from her smoldering sex on to her thighs. Sam smells her
arousal and a smug smile splits his lips, as he nibbles her neck and bites his
way to her smooth shoulder. He slowly moves one hand down her belly until he
finds her folds.

“Hm, is it
all for me, my horny cat?”

He taunts
her before entering her with two fingers. He moves them inside her hot cave
until he finds her pleasure nub. He circles her clit, pressing the pads of his
fingers down hard and pinching the little nub.

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 consequences. 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.”