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A sly grin spreads over his lips.
And, in that moment, I know. This act of catching me in our bed fucking another woman is of no surprise to him. The glint in his eyes says it all. He’s known.
I pull out of Celeste, leaving her pussy empty and throbbing. Cum-coated silicone stretched out in front of me, breasts swaying, the scent of my own wetness wafting from the base of the harness, I walk over to my husband as Celeste scrambles to cover her nakedness. I pull Aaron into me, slip my tongue into his mouth, then drop down to my knees and welcome him home.
One
My pussy is swollen and on fire. The flames shoot through my asshole. Swirl up to my clit. Cause me to break out into a chilled sweat. It’s a deliciously, sweet, stinging burn that has my clit engorged and my gooey nectar oozing out of my slit, clinging to my enflamed lips. The searing heat that screams through my cunt heightens the arousal of my senses, and my libido.
Legs spread, knees bent. I am hoisted up in my sex sling, blindfolded and donned in a pair of crotch-less black skintight leather pants, six-inch spiked books, and a black corset.
Usually, with the crack of a whip, then the flick of the tongue, I bring pleasure to women who desire, want, need…seek to release their inhibitions, to indulge their secret cravings, to feed their hunger for submission and control.
But then there are times, like now, when I want to be the one on the receiving end of a flogger, or a belt. Sometimes I want the sting that comes from the thinner width and length of the falls—the number of attached thongs. Sometimes I crave the thuddy feeling caused by a flogger no longer than the length of my forearm with wider, thicker falls made from heavier grades of leather.
Oh, yes, the flogger—my favorite whip.
My mind travels back to my first time bringing another woman this kind of deliciously painful pleasure. I was twenty-three. My new lover, at the time, Nicole, was twenty-eight. And less experienced in matters of kink, and sexual freedom. We had been dating for almost six months before I broached the topic with her. We were lying in bed, spooning, after an afternoon of lovemaking.
“You ever had your pussy whipped?” I asked, my hand sliding over the curve of her naked hip.
She craned her neck over her shoulder and shot me an alarmed look, then scowled. “No. Why the hell would you ask me some crazy shit like that?”
I shrugged. “It’s not crazy. It’s a question.”
“Well, the answer is no. Ain’t no one smacking up, punching up, or whipping up my pussy.”
“It’s erotic,” I whispered.
She sucked her teeth. “It’s nasty.”
I kissed her bare shoulder. “You know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do. And I love you, too.”
I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “I know you do.”
“But…?”
“Do you love me enough to be open to exploring new things, sexually?” She said she was open to some things. And asked her if she trusted me. She said she did. She wanted to know where this idea to flog her pussy came from. I told her how I had been fantasizing about it for over a year. That I had accidentally walked in on a friend and her lover in the throes of something sexual, and kinky. And it wasn’t the gleam of their nakedness that had turned me on that day. It was seeing her lover holding a flogger in her hand, wielding it with precision and skill, its leather straps popping against her flesh. It was the vision of seeing her inflict pain on her lover that had aroused me. The moaning that followed each time the whip crackled into her skin excited me. I could smell her pussy from where I stood.
I felt like I was prying into a secret world of debauchery as I inched a hand up my blouse, pinched my nipples, then slid my other hand down into the elastic band of my cut-off sweatpants and eased my way into my panties. I inhaled, my breath catching in the back of my throat as I pressed on my clit. My panties were already soaked long before my hand or fingers even touched my insides. They didn’t see me standing there watching them. Or maybe they knew I was there all along. But it hadn’t mattered. Unbeknownst to them, standing there watching them—with my fingers slick in my own cum, they had ignited my curiosity.
I told Nicole how, a few weeks later, I had approached my friend about what I had seen between her and her lover. And how, the next day, she arranged for her lover to give me my first taste of being flogged. My breasts were first to experience it, then my cunt.
“It really turned me on,” I explained, taking in her. I gave pause to see if she had anything to say, if she wanted to ask anything. She didn’t. I continued, “I never knew experiencing pain could be so damn pleasurable. It’s like being on a rush. Once my endorphins kicked in, it still hurt like hell, but I didn’t want the feeling to stop. That night I had one of my greatest, most intense orgasms.”
She turned over to face me. “So you have some kinky fetish for me to whip your pussy?”
I shook my head. “No. I want—”
She shot up in the bed. Her eyes widened slightly with realization. “Ohmygod…you really…want to…whip…my pussy…?”
A lecherous grin spread across my lips. “Yes. I want to whip you. I want to lie you on your back, yank off your panties, spread open them sexy thighs and whip your beautiful pussy until it spurts wet heat.”
She blinked. Blinked again. Then swallowed. “Hard?”
“No,” I whispered, stroking her right nipple. “Gently, lovingly, at first…until your pussy glows red. Then harder as your cunt heats up. I want it to hurt so good that you beg for it.” I reached between her legs, cupped her pussy. “I will stroke your pussy with each lash and make you wet, like now, so wet your juices are pooling into your asshole.” She gasped as I slid two fingers into her dampness. “Can I spank your pussy, baby?” She grunted as I strummed on her clit. “Look at you, all slippery. Just the thought has your pussy heated, doesn’t it?”
