head properly. I had been snowed under for a few weeks, with long days
and little time for having a life. Then Libby emailed me to suggest an
afternoon of debauched feelgoodmaking. Like aromatherapy, but with
pussy instead of candles.
Her flimsy excuse was that she and her hubby had just bought a house
and she needed to celebrate the latest acquisition, but all she wanted
was a good fuck. I was happy to help out.
She's a shamelessly horny woman, and once she gets rolling she seems
to have these serial orgasms that roll out one after another. It's
great fun to watch, and she is marvelous in bed. Libby fucks with a
sense of greed, as if she's not going to get any more of this good
sweaty stuff for a long while, relishing it like a glutton at a fine
restaurant.
We met at a cafe in Covent Garden. She'd parked her voluptuous behind
on a tall chair in the middle of the place. Tight, gray skirt and
black stockings, with high heels and a new haircut that reminded me of
Betty Page if she'd worked in a bank run by goths.
In public, Libby is the model of propriety. A peck on the cheek and
perhaps a discreet grope is all I can expect from her until we're
safely locked away out of sight.
Then a marvellous transformation occurs.
Becoming quiet and almost withdrawn, she relaxes into a submissive
buzz of lust. I can't imagine how I could possibly exhaust her. No
matter how much we've fucked, she always seems to be up for one more
round. I've woken up the morning after an evening with Libby to find
my thighs, back and shoulders stiff like I've been moving furniture
all day. She plays the role of fucktoy with such irresistible relish
that I can't resist, even when I think I couldn't possibly go another
round, to push her head rudely down to my soft, exhausted cock for
revival in her accommodating mouth.
She always complies. This is dangerous. I could so easily wear myself
out in a matter of a few gorgeous moments, enjoying her mouth and
pussy in the most selfish manner. She would probably enjoy that as
well, but our evenings together are so rare that I can't bring myself
to do it. I want to make it last.
Libby brought a pair of leather handcuffs and a seductively purple
blindfold to our first meeting. With them on, her hands restrained and
her eyes covered, she compliantly bends over, kneels and sucks. I've
added various elements to this - a buttplug, bondage tape, and a
smooth, flat wooden ruler for spanking her bottom bright, throbbing
red - but the cuffs and the blindfold always come out.
This time, they were the first thing on the menu. As soon as her hands
were cuffed and her eyes covered Libby sank into a state of aroused
malleability, not speaking except for the occasional response to my
questions. I told her to bend over the bed, and when I pulled her
skirt up to expose her bottom the motion was met with a sharp intake
of breath.
In this state I barely need to touch her. I do, of course, but it's
such a delicious anticipation, waiting and not touching her where she
wants to be touched. My hand hovered over her prone bottom - then
striking suddenly and without warning.
Every slap of my hand seems to push her deeper. She was silent, until
I stopped to run my finger down the length of the fabric of her lacy
thong in between the reddening globes of her ass. Just a little intake
of breath and she spread her legs a bit. Inviting my fingers.
Not so fast.
I gave her another round of hard slaps with the palm of my hand, and
when my fingers returned to stroke the insides of her thigh, I could
feel the wetness of the fabric. I pulled it aside and teased her labia
for a bit with my thumb, not going near her clit.
She wanted it urgently, but she didn't want it just yet.
Pausing the mistreatment of her bottom, I reached for the wooden
ruler. Thin, flat, and polished smooth, the wood had a good heft and
spring in my hand. I imagine it felt cool against the flushed skin of
her behind when I rested it lightly on the curve.
Another sharp intake of breath.
The ruler made a satisfyingly sharp sound on impact with her skin. I
spanked her with it a few times. Then rested. Gave it another round.
Rest. And so on, varying the speed, intensity and force, all the while
wondering at what point this would turn from game to pain, from "yes"
to...
At some point I stopped and stripped off my clothes while she waited
behind the blindfold, wondering what next.
When she felt the tip of my cock against her lips she smiled and opened wide.
"Well, aren't you the greedy little slut" I purred.
"Mmhmm," she agreed, swallowing me as deeply as she could.
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