Too hot to handle (3 page)

He goes
deeper, faster, harder, grabbing her by the hip and shoulder as she bucks
against him, matching his trusts. Her gasps and moans are so loud they make his
balls tighten. He won’t last long either.

While the
two human lovers fight for their releases, I stand in front of Clara and guide
my own dick into her open mouth. I hold her by the hair, bobbing her head up
and down, fucking her mouth while Sam bangs her pussy. She whimpers against my
cock, her mouth is so full that spit drools down her chin as my invisible prick
slides over her tongue, in and out of her hot mouth, over and over again. She
takes a deep breath to stop the gag reflex.

“God, you’re
amazing!”

I tighten my
grip on her hair, pulling it, tangling my hands in the glorious red mess of
curls. I’m losing the battle for control but it’s a sweet surrender. My body
tenses as all my energy zeroes in on my balls and cock which suddenly explodes
deep down her throat, filling her with my cum. She swallows every drop like the
hungry slut she is.

Sam’s still
pumping Clara’s pussy, ramming her G-spot over and over again, Sam twists the
ass plug and Clara’s legs shake under her. She needs to hold tighter to the
vanity table for support. Her cunt grips him harder when he yanks the ass plug
out. She’s about to come, and he knows it.

“I’m almost
coming, my kinky pet. Wait for my command.”

Seconds
later, his body explodes inside her pussy, and Sam feels her contractions
intensifying, her cunt milking him, eagerly squeezing all this essence from his
body. As the overwhelming release shakes his whole frame, Sam spurts his seed
against her hard clit while Clara’s pussy grips his cock and spasms around him
in her own mind-blowing series of orgasms.

She cries
out around my dick, the vibration doubling my pleasure, as her walls squeeze Sam’s
dick and her own orgasms hit hard.

“Thank you,
Sir. Thank you.”

She babbles
in a very low whisper. She doesn’t have enough energy or wit for much else.

He smacks
her hard, this time on her clit, pinching the little nub, not to punish her but
to intensify her climax. He keeps slapping her pussy and each sting adds to her
orgasm. She’s practically shrieking now.

Sam
straightens her up, slips out of her, turns her around to face him and takes a
step back to observe his handiwork. She
is
a masterpiece.

She keeps
her eyes on her own face, as she had been told to do, but her whole body is
glowing in the aftermath of sex. Her skin is pink all over her body, except her
butt cheeks which are darker for the rough treatment they’d received. Her
glorious red hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and her legs are trembling.
He can see her sex through the triangle of red curls. It’s shinning with the
mix of her juices and his cum.

“Oh, my hungry
cat, you made me proud. Now, I’m sure you can use some rest. I don’t want you
passing out from exhaustion. Go wash and lay down for a while.”

Sam leaves
the room and Clara does exactly as she was told.

*
* * *

At Club Desire

After
cleaning up in the in-suite bathroom, Clara climbs on the bed, slides under the
cool silk sheets and stretches out. Her body is still tingling all over, her
sex still feels sore and overused and her blood is ringing in her ears. She
tries to relax. She needs to take a quick nap, after all, the night has just
begun.

I’m sitting beside
her and I know she wants to talk about what had happened. So I prompt her.

“Sam got
really angry at you but he was right, you know. You should do as your Dom says.
It doesn’t matter if I am fucking you too or not, he’s the boss. Besides, he
can’t see me so he thinks it’s all your doing.”

“I didn't
disobey him on purpose, Marcel. I wasn't defying him or anything, but I know he
is a very resourceful, imaginative Dom. He won't let me get away with that. I
hope.”

She smiles
at me and my knees turn to jelly. I can never resist this gorgeous woman.

“Ouch! That
hurt! I’m a jealous guy, you know.”

“Oh, come
on, sweet Marcel. You are gorgeous, hot and sexy. And you know I love you, but
you’re a ghost. And Sam’s a flesh and blood man. Both of you turn me on but in
different ways.”

Clara’s a
client at this exclusive sex club called Desire in New Orleans and I’m the
house ghost. She’s one of the few people who can see and interact with me. Most
people can only sense my presence or feel me when I want them to. She can feel
me, touch me, fuck me. You name it! And she loves that, the little slut.

“Sam is good
looking, I’ll give you that. If I were into guys, I’d definitely try something
with him when he’s sleeping. You know I can enter people’s dreams, right?”

“Oh, boy!
Don’t I?”

She laughs
remembering the many good times we’ve spent in her dreams. I know that because
I can also read minds. But it’s good to talk to somebody when I have the
chance.

“Don’t be
jealous but Sam is gorgeous, and sexy as hell. I love his smoking hot body, his
rugged looks, his raspy voice. His commanding, no-nonsense tone when he talks
to me. The power he has over my body is unbelievable. Men are usually
frightened by me, being a famous movie star and all, but this guy can make me
purr just by raising an eyebrow. “

“Really? Is
that so?”

I pin her
down on the mattress, grab both her hands in one of mine and hold them above
her head. The naughty tramp just laughs harder.

“What took
you so long, Marcel? I thought I’d have to describe him in more details. Maybe
praise his huge, beautiful cock. Or the way he fills my aching cunt and twists
his shaft inside me until I see stars.”

I lean down
to kiss her and she pretends to fight me, moving her head from side to side,
laughing. I grab her face with my free hand and silence her with a deep kiss. I
love her full lips and her hot mouth. I bite her lower lip before shoving my
tongue inside her mouth. Her laugh turns to moans and she trusts her hips
upwards, trying to lure me into fucking her fast and hard. But we still have
some time before Sam returns and I’m in no hurry.

I let go of
her hands and begin to explore her body. She quivers and sweat breaks all over
her skin. The sweet smell of her arousal fills the room.

“Oh, I'll be
in so much trouble if Sam finds out I've been playing with myself.”

“
I’m
playing with you!”

“Ok, but he
can’t see you, Marcel. Who’s gonna get the blame?”

However, the
thought of being caught red handed is too tempting for Clara and a slow smile
turns the corners of her full mouth up. She pulls her knees up, opening herself
to me, placing them firmly on the mattress. I move my hand down her stomach,
around her hips, in slow movements, up and down, until I get to her sex. I stop
and she gasps and moans and the sounds fill the suite.

“I guess,
sweet Clara, you’ll have to pay to see. Or would you rather I stopped?”

 “No,
please, don’t stop.”

I grab her
by the hips, holding her in place. I pull her knees down until they touch the
silk sheet, exposing her wet cunt. The cool air blows over her sex but it only
makes her burn more. She can feel my stubble scrape her inner thighs as I lick
her flesh. From her button belly down to her navel. I shower little kisses and
bite her soft skin. She bucks, arches her back and tries to shove her sex in my
face.

“Slow down,
pet. We don’t want it to finish so soon, now, do we?”

She only
moans in response and I blow a cold breath on her slick folds and she quivers.
Her juices are coating her sex. She looks and smells divine. I run my tongue on
my lips in anticipation. I hold her legs apart and look up at her gorgeous
green eyes. They are heavy and dark as a luscious forest. She wants me.

“Please,
Marcel, don’t torture me like this.”

I give her
my wickedest smile before my tongue invades her pussy. I find her clit and my teeth
bite the little hidden nub. She goes crazy. She clutches at my shoulders and
drives her nails in my skin. I lick, bite and suck her sensitive flesh until Clara
sees stars behind her closed lids.

“Oh, my god!”

I enter her
drenched cunt with a long finger as I keep the assault on her clit. I crook it
and move it around her inner walls. She’s wailing by now. Clara has always been
a loud lover. One of the things she needs to control when her Dom tells her to
stay quiet. She doesn’t have to do that with me but she bites down her lower
lip trying to stifle the sounds because she doesn’t want to be caught just yet.
Besides, now she’s having second thoughts about disobeying Sam and breaking his
rules. After all, he is her Dom at Club Desire and he controls the outcome of
her adventures tonight.

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.”