Something a Little Spicy - 13
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Bridgette had turned back over on her stomach, over James' lap.
"Punish me first, Master. Then we'll talk about it." She arched her
back and wiggled her ass enticingly while James looked in fascination.
He had set out to put a stop to Bridgette's little game, but
suddenly found himself getting caught up in it in the worst way. He had
already come in his pants and was feeling his prick stir again.
James brought his hand up and swatted it down on her rolling
asscheeks. Bridgette yelped as her hips ground into his lap when she
felt the sting, then rose up again to receive the next stroke. He gave
it to her and got the same reaction.
"Oooo Yes! Spank my naughty ass! Punish your slave, Master!"
The harder James slapped her bare bottom, the more Bridgette held
it in the air, asking for more. Her cheeks were rapidly growing red
under the blows, Bridgette's voice was becoming choked and more
strained while she rotated and squirmed her hips under his almost
unbelieving eyes. His cock was once again hard and throbbing in the
confines of his pants while Bridgette continued to thrust her reddening
bottom toward him for more of the spanking she was getting.
It's ironic that this spanking was because she had come without his
permission, she was about to do it again while he punished her for the
first offense.
"Oh God!.. Lower.. Hit me lower." She was chanting. James obliged her
and concentrated his blows to her lower buttocks. Bridgette's reaction
was electric.
She arched her ass up higher and higher toward him. Her legs were
open and James could see the moisture on her hairless slit.
"I'm gonna do it!.. OH! I'm so naughty, you'll have to punish me again,
Master... AHHHHHHHH!" Bridgette brought a hand between her thighs and
rubbed herself while another orgasm overtook her.
James felt his breath being taken from him as he watched with
bulging eyes the sight under him. Bridgette gurgled in pleasure while
furiously rubbing her clit, tossing her hips all over his lap.
When she had recovered a few seconds later, Bridgette slinked from
his lap and knelt in front of him. She reached out and started undoing
his pants while he watched her dumbfounded. He managed to lift his ass
off the sofa so she could tug his pants down.
Once his cock sprang free, Bridgette leaned over and planted a
long, wet kiss on the engorged head. She murmured something about her
lolly pop before opening her mouth and pressing her head down over the
mushroom head. She was able to fit about 3/4 of the total length of his
prick in buttery confines of her warm mouth before having to pull back.
Bridgette seemed to be insatiable. She used one hand to hold his
dick steady while using the other to finger her sopping twat. James was
totally out of his head, not to mention totally out of control while
Bridgette was a whirlwind of activity. He spattered his load into her
mouth while she groaned and twisted 2 fingers into her cunt.
She continued to lick and suck his cock and balls after he climaxed
until she had used her fingers to trigger a 3rd orgasm in herself.
James tossed his head back on the sofa and sighed heavily, spent of his
energy.
But Bridgette wanted more. Her body was on fire and she wasn't
about to let a little thing like James coming stop her from getting her
satisfaction.
"Oh Master. Your cock is soft and it's all my fault." She jumped on the
sofa, straddling his hips. "You must punish me again, Master." She
hefted her breasts in her hands.
"Spank my titties, Master. Ooooo yeah.. I deserve it, Master." His
eyes glazed over while watching the fireball sitting on his lap
offering him her tits to punish.
James used the tips of his fingers and swiped at her tits, trying
to just catch the nipples. After 2 or 3 such slaps, Bridgette let her
breasts go and squealed in her pleasure/pain while cupping her bald
pussy with one of her hands.
The tittie spanking had the desired effect. James' cock began to
grow while the cushy flesh of her tits began to show the effects of the
slaps he was giving them.
"Oh, Thank you Master!" Bridgette cried as she cupped his hardening
prick in her hands and then rose and positioned herself over it. James
put his hands on her shoulders when she abruptly sat down on it, driving
the full length inside of her drenched cunt.
Bridgette rode him like a wild woman, her breasts slapped against
his cheeks while she bounced up and down on his lap. Bridgette came
twice more before James lost his mind and shot a 3rd load deep into her
pussy.
James fell back against the back of the sofa, completely drained
and exhausted. But Bridgette wanted more. James was lost to her, but
she plowed a stiff finger into both her cunt and asshole while James
could do nothing but watch. She sent herself into another powerful
orgasm before she stopped and climbed up in the sofa with James,
curling up next to him. She smiled to herself when she heard his
breathing get heavy, signalling that he had fallen asleep.
Bridgette got up and found her panties, and took them into the
bathroom with her so she could clean herself up a little. She came out
of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing the panties. She picked up
her robe and draped herself in it before going into the kitchen to find
something to eat while James slept blissfully on the sofa.
Vickie walked slowly into Anna's room and heard rustling coming
from the bed.
"Is that you, Vickie?" Anna called out. Vickie said yes and turned on
the light when Anna asked her to.
"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked the woman lying on the bed
softly.
"Yes, come sit with me." Anna replied as she sat up and exposed her
breasts.
Vickie made her way to the bed and sat down next to Anna.
"I don't want to be marked, Vickie." Anna said simply. Vickie sat with
her hands folded in her lap.
"I'm sorry" She said, looking down at her hands. "I don't know what got
into me."
"Neither do I." Anna said. "I'm just thankful that Jason broke into the
room before you could do it."
"I'll have to be a lot more careful in the future." Vickie said. Anna
reached out and touched her fingertips to Vickie's arm.
"Vickie, look at me." Anna told her. Reluctantly, Vickie looked up and
saw the beautiful blonde gazing at her with those hypnotic blue eyes.
"Don't be too careful." A smile played on her lips. "Except for marking
me up.. I'd like you to keep doing things like that."
Vickie caught her meaning and nodded slowly.
"What did Jason tell you?" Vickie blushed
"He said that we are gonna make ground rules." She told Anna.
"Yes, that would be a good idea." Anna said matter of factly.
Vickie averted her eyes. "I'm getting my ass blistered when I get
finished in here." Anna nodded. "You can whip me too if you want."
Anna thought about it but shook her head. "No, I'm not mad at you.
But come show me what he did after he gets finished." The idea of that
embarrassed Vickie, but she said that she would.
"Oh well, I guess I better go get this over with." Vickie said as
she started to stand.
"Oh wait." Anna said. "Before you go, there IS something I want you to
do for me." Vickie stayed sitting on the bed.
"Okay, what is it?" Anna smiled and threw the covers from her body.
"You made my pussy soaking wet. Now I want you to lick it for me."
Vickie looked down at where Anna was rubbing her cunt and whispered
"okay, sweetie."
Anna opened her legs invitingly when Vickie moved toward the foot
of the bed and laid down with her face near Anna's thighs. The musky
scent of woman was heavy in her nostrils as she dipped her head further
bringing her mouth closer to the steaming gash.
Anna shuddered when the hot feeling of a wet tongue was being moved
in her slit. Vickie started slow, then gradually picked up the pace
while Anna cooed and gurgled on the bed. With her saliva now mixing
with the juices from Anna's gushing cunt, Vickie then zeroed in and let
her pink tongue slip into the gooey confines of Anna's pussy hole.
Anna rolled her head from side to side while she used her hands to
pinch her own nipples. Vickie expertly swirled her tongue inside the
pretty blonde.
With a contented sigh, Anna's thighs quivered as she went over the
top of her climb and fell headlong into the orgasmic inferno she had
been steadily heading to. Vickie kissed and nibbled her thighs while
she enjoyed her come. Once she had recovered, Vickie got up off the bed
and made a show out of licking her lips.
"I'm gonna have to do that more often." Vickie said, smiling.
Anna giggled and scissored her legs in a playful attempt to catch
Vickie inside of them.
"Ummmmm Anytime you want it!" Anna said. Vickie laughed and then turned
and left the room.
She had been lying in bed alone for about 5 minutes or so after
Vickie had left. Vickie hadn't closed the door so she could hear
murmured voices coming from another part of the house. Suddenly she
heard slapping sounds and Vickie's voice crying out in distress.
Anna twirled her finger in her pussy while she listen to Vickie
getting her punishment. She smiled when she heard Vickie begging him to
stop, hoping that he didn't stop for a long time.
Anna hadn't counted, but she estimated that she heard 50 or so
slaps and she knew that poor Vickie would have a very sore ass for the
next day or two. Vickie had cried for a few moments, then all was
silent for about 10 minutes before she heard footsteps and saw Vickie
walking toward her room, sans pants.
Vickie still had tears in her eyes when she walked into Anna's
room. Vickie turned around from where she stood near the door, showing
Anna the result of the screaming she had been doing.
"Oh, poor baby!" Anna cooed "Close the door and come get in bed with
me... I'll take care of you"
Vickie did as Anna wanted her to. She closed the door and turned
the light out. It was a few seconds before Anna felt Vickie's now
totally naked body sliding into bed next to her. Understandably, Vickie
opted to turn on her side facing the sexy blonde. Anna kissed her
tenderly, then they fell into each other and made love well into the
night.
Jason checked in on them about 1:00 am and found them both sleeping
peacefully in each other's arms. He smiled and went to his own room.
Scott carried Angela into his bedroom and gently set her down on
the floor. Angela still watched his eyes as if she were in a trance.
His hands were on her shoulders again, this time moving them out and
catching the straps of the teddy Angela was wearing.
Slowly, very slowly Scott moved the straps off of her shoulders and
brought the garment over the swell of her milk white tits. Angela
moaned with pleasure when his hot to the touch fingers began grazing
over her breasts. When he finally touched her nipples, Angela let out a
small gasp and closed her eyes.
Scott was using the pads of his index fingers to make circles over
her ever hardening nipples. Angela sighed heavily and put her hands
over his shoulders while the tip of her tongue peeked out from between
her lips and glided over her full lips.
Now he was softly rolling her nipples between thumbs and
forefingers. She was acutely aware of even the lightest touch while he
made her feel like she was losing all contact with reality. He slowly
increased the pressure on her nipples.. Increasing until it became a
little uncomfortable for Angela, then turning into bonafied pain.
She opened her eyes and saw him still looking straight into her
own. There was no expression on his face while he steadily increased
the pressure until it felt as if he were grinding her tender nipples in
his hands.
Angela whimpered while Scott continued to hold steady pressure on
her throbbing nipples. Just as the pain was becoming almost unbearable
for her, Scott eased off and got a sigh of relief from the tall
brunette.
Now his hands were on her sides, moving down. He moved them down to
the silky material of the teddy and slowly brought it down further.
Angela's lips were slightly parted as her body turned into a conduit
for his touch, unaware of anything at that point except his eyes.
Her teddy slipped past her waist and hips, fluttering down her long
legs and stopping around her heels, which made the already tall woman
loom a good 3 inches taller than Scott.
Her whole body trembled as he moved his fingers over her stomach,
letting them lightly graze her skin as they moved lower and did the
same thing to her hips and thighs. Scott moved his hands to the backs
of her thighs and gently kneaded the smooth flesh. Angela made a soft
whining sound and parted her quivering legs a little.
With every nerve ending alive in her body, Angela whimpered when he
removed his hands from her body and walked to a dresser across the
room. Scott opened it and removed a riding crop and walked over to
where Angela stood waiting for him.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked, raising the crop for her to get a
good look at. Angela nodded her head silently, she didn't need to be
told what he was planning to do.
Scott stood right up against her and put both of his hands on her
arms. Angela let herself be turned around facing the bed without
protest. He was still standing against her, using his hands to move her
arms in front of her, placing his hands over her own on her thighs. She
knew that he meant for her not to move her hands, so when he took his
hands away from her, she kept them where he had placed them.
Angela felt him moving away and held her breath in anticipation.
She couldn't keep her body from trembling while Scott stood behind her
preparing to strike the crop against her prominent ass.
It was taking his a long time, Angela squirmed while she waited in
excitement and fear for the whipping to start. She wanted to turn her
head and see what he was doing, but did not.
If she had looked over her shoulder, she would have seen Scott
staring intently at the gentle curve of her hips and ass. He was
holding the crop in both hands as he appraised her lithe body. After he
had gazed over her body for several seconds, he finally took the crop
in one hand and lashed it across the top of her bottom.
When she felt the sting, Angela nearly fell over in surprise. He
hadn't hit her very hard, but somehow she wasn't expecting it. Instead
of crying out, she had tightened up the muscles in her ass and emitted
a "Whooooo" sound from her lips. Scott gave her a few seconds to relax
before striking her ass again, just below where the first stroke had
landed.
Each stroke stung her, but it was a stinging sensation she very
much enjoyed. She found herself eagerly awaiting each stroke.
Angela whimpered while Scott methodically worked his way down her
lush ass. Each stroke landed just below where the previous one did. By
the time 15 strokes of the crop has sliced onto her bottom, he had only
worked his way halfway down her quivering, trembling ass.
Now he was working on the lower, fleshier portion. His strokes
became stronger in intensity, gaining moans of pain and pleasure from
the pretty woman. Angela was panting as she felt him striking her ass
harder as he got lower. She winced and cried out a little when he got
to the overhang and laid several strokes on the one place.
Angela felt herself somehow leaning over a little when the sting
from the riding crop quickly spread fire to her pulsating pussy. Now he
was whipping her harder than before, turning the lower globes of her
asscheeks brighter with every new stroke. Her bottom jerked in the air
as the heat in her ass drove her crazy. Even though she could feel the
sting, the strokes were not hurting her at all. He seemed to know
exactly how hard to strike her and where to place the stroke.
She felt herself rising higher and higher when Scott stopped
whipping her and ran his hands over her smooth ass, squeezing the
cheeks and getting a sharp squeal out of her.
"I'll bet you liked that, didn't you?" He whispered from behind her.
Angela squirmed against his squeezing hands and said. "Yes" is a voice
she hardly recognized as her own.
He was pushing her gently forward, over the bed. "Lay down in the
bed." He said shortly while keeping his hands on her hot bottom.
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