Page 37 of Slippery When Wet

“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.”

Four

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.”

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