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Her moans rise in pitch with each smack of the leather against her sex, gasping with each strike.
Seven whacks in a row, that’s what I deliver. Seven sharp lashes of leather against her clit cause her head to thrash and her eyes to snap shut. She bites down on her bottom lip.
I watch as she breathes through her nose. As her breasts rises and falls, her heart practically thumping out of her chest.
Her pussy still throbs. And, before she can collect her thoughts, before she can prepare for the next blow, the belt is slicing back between her thighs, crashing into her cunt again and again. Wetness splashing out against the leather.
She gasps.
She whimpers.
Slick Heat wants more.
She begs for it. “Oh please. Mmmm.”
The belt strikes again, sweet pain coursing through every nerve ending. She thrust her hips upward, welcoming its stinging contact. This time, she screams out.
This time, tears well up in her eyes.
This time, she is lust-crazed.
She’s moaning and groaning and grunting. Her hips winding, her pelvis thrusting, her orgasm rampages through her.
I walk over to the closet, sliding back its door. Inside is a six-drawer dresser. The first drawer is where I keep lubes, creams, scented oils, condoms, and other essentials. The remaining five drawers house an assortment of wooden hairbrushes, paddles, vibrators and dildos. Along the wall hangs an array of floggers, ball gags, and harnesses. Everything neatly lined in order.
I pull open the first drawer and open a tin, popping three Altoids mints into my mouth, then shut the door, walking back over to Slick Heat. She is still whimpering and winding her hips from the lashings to her sex. She looks up at me with pleading, teary eyes.
I marvel at the beautiful welts that have puckered up beneath her smooth skin. Her skin the canvas, the belt the paintbrush. Her whipped pussy is a masterful work of art. I lick the drool that has gathered in the corners of my lips. Her tender clit swollen and throbbing, her wet cunt crying out for me to fuck her, fill her, stretch her.
“I’m going to soothe your pussy now.” I rub a finger over her slit. She moans. Thrusts her hips upward. “You want me to make sweet love to your stinging cunt?”
“Yes! Mmmm…”
Pushing forward, I kiss the tip of Slick Heat’s clit, then kiss around it before placing my mouth over her juicy sex. She moans loudly from the added heat in my mouth and the tingly sensation it causes. Her clit is rigid against my tongue. I massage it with my lips, then suck it deep into my mouth, slicking it with spittle.
“Oh, yes…oh, yes…uhhhh
…uhhh…”
“You like that, huh?”
Her hips thrust upward. “Yes.”
I fuck her with my tongue. She moans and cries out, pleasure rising from within. Her engorged cunt, slick and on fire, is beating as I lap her clit, then suck on it harder and faster.
Finally I give her what she’s aching for, what her cunt thirsts for. A ten-inch black dildo. I grip it by its smooth, faux balls and carve it deep into her pussy, probing her, stroking her, fucking all the way into her while swirling my tongue over her clit. She bucks and whimpers, then lets out a loud groan. I fuck her harder, faster. Her pussy swallows in every inch, tip to base buried deep into her. I slowly pull out, then slam back in. Pull out, slam back in. The slit of her pussy stretches open wide. I can almost feel it pulling and gripping and sucking the dildo as I fuck her with it.
It doesn’t take long before Slick Heat comes and cries out, her head thrashing to and fro. Five minutes later, she leaves the confines of her padded restraints, liberated and carefree. Her secret cravings fed, her thirst for the forbidden quenched…until the next time.
Seven
Three weeks later, I awaken to the sound of Art of Noise. “Moments in Love.” And to the smell of bacon and fresh roasted hazelnut coffee. I breathe in the aroma and sound, stretching and yawning. Then shut my eyes closed again, lying still in bed, inhaling. Exhaling. Inhaling, again. I take in the music, the smells. And a smile sweeps across my lips. My beautiful Sasha’s back in town. I live for the sight of her, for the feel of her touch.
Instantly my pussy tingles and I am compelled to touch it, to tease it, to bring it to the edge of pleasure, then dangle an orgasm over the cliff, denying it release. I let out a moan as a soft tremble washes over me as my hands glide over my breasts, fingertips lightly brushing over my nipples.
My hand dips between my legs as salacious memories and pure lust flower in loins, forbidden urges satisfied with fierce lovemaking. My fingers settle over my pussy lips, then between the wet folds. With my other hand, I pinch my swollen, sensitive nub between my forefinger and thumb, gasping, massaging and kneading it, running my fingers in tiny circles over it.
In my mind, I imagine it is Sasha’s hand over my mound, her fingers teasing and playing in my overheated pussy. I spread my quivering legs wider and arch my back as I thrust my middle finger deep. I open, then close my eyes, blinking images of Sasha slipping a single wet finger in and out of my slick opening. I use my thumb and flick my clit.
