Ch3rry B0mb
07-14-2010, 08:54 PM
"Are you sure, Miss?" His voice was deep, sensual, extremely masculine and always, she thought, held within it a subtle hint of rebelliousness. Perhaps this was why he had quickly become her favorite toy or maybe she enjoyed him so much because he sounded like Christian Slater. Yes, Slater's a horrible actor but he has a delicious 'I will fuck you and you will love it' voice that makes up for his lack of theatrical skill. He should have been a porn star.
"Yes, I'm sure," she allowed icy blues to roll beneath her lids as she chewed on her lower lip, relishing in the sight that played on her laptop; her sub stroking the length of his hardened cock, slow and steadily. "Faster," a heated whisper breathed into the mic and her tongue, that slick pink muscle, licked the lips that curled upwards to form a rudimentary smile as she watched his hand increase its rhythm. He grunted as he responded, "Yes, Miss."
She trained her eyes on the screen as she allowed a hand to slide down, fingers spreading the heated lips of her cunt so that a slender digit could find the hooded pearl treasured between the pink flesh and she coaxed it to climax.
Skirting on the edge of an orgasm, she allowed herself to totter just over the cliff before quickly pulling herself back until he spoke again, "I'm close, Miss." She fell and a wave of sheer orgasmic bliss caught her. She could hear him struggling not to cum, his panting coming to him in short, steady breaths as she vocalized her own pleasure before she told him to stop. Immediately his hand fell away from his throbbing cock while he uttered his frustration into his mic. She couldn't help but to giggle, he was absolutely adorable when frustrated.
"He looks angry," she told him, referring to the fleshy spear that throbbed on her screen.
"Yes, Miss. He's still a little upset over the spanking he got."
"Mmm, I thought he enjoyed it," she giggled, remembering how the softened muscle gradually hardened as she watched her sub strike it with a rider's crop. She hoped that he would strike her ass cheeks just as hard when the roles would reverse. The pair would slip off into comfortable banter the rest of the evening before falling silent and then finally....sleep.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, they made all the necessary arrangements; round-trip airplane ticket, hotel reservations, and a rental car. The day before his flight was scheduled, he had given her explicit instructions regarding her attire, but nothing more.
And thus, she found herself waiting at his gate. Nervously, she tugged at the hem of her indecently short skirt while she shifted her weight from one stiletto clad foot to the other. Though he denied her even the skimpiest of thongs to wear beneath her skirt, he was kind enough to allow her to wear a bra beneath her sheer, blue blouse and she was grateful.
Just above and to her right, the monotonous droning of a security camera irritated her senses as it constantly scanned the area. When the cool, smooth voice of a woman announced the arrival of his plane, her heart skipped a beat. Finally.
Passengers began to strum in and she found herself stretching her height on the tips of her toes, seeking him. She saw his face, first, but quickly lost him in the crowd and she grew irritated when a pudgy family waddled past her. She narrowed her eyes, as if to challenge the curious looks of some greasy fat guy in a wrinkled Hawaiian shirt, and nearly leaped out of her skin when she felt the heat of a body come up to her just a tad too close for comfort.
A hand slipped beneath her skirt before she felt his finger slide against her slit, coating itself in her heated juices before he pressed the side of his face against hers, "I knew you'd be a good slut. Already wet for me." His finger pressed against her clit, moving in small, steady circles. Her body shuddered, eye lids fluttering against cheekbones.
The lilt of the security camera stopped. "You will hold my hand. Stay to the right of me, never in front of me," he slid a finger into her cunt. Her eyes darted about as he pumped it in and out of her, the walls of her pussy contracting against him. She heard the zooming sound of the security camera and her cheeks flushed. "Do you understand?" She nodded her head and mumbled, "Yes."
"Good," his hand fell away from beneath her skirt, wrapping around her hand before dumping the handles of his luggage into her other. He smiled, that wide chauvinistic grin she usually adored, then spun around. "Where are we parked?" She stumbled after him, dragging his luggage behind her as he tugged on her hand, navigating the pair through the crowd.
"Yes, I'm sure," she allowed icy blues to roll beneath her lids as she chewed on her lower lip, relishing in the sight that played on her laptop; her sub stroking the length of his hardened cock, slow and steadily. "Faster," a heated whisper breathed into the mic and her tongue, that slick pink muscle, licked the lips that curled upwards to form a rudimentary smile as she watched his hand increase its rhythm. He grunted as he responded, "Yes, Miss."
She trained her eyes on the screen as she allowed a hand to slide down, fingers spreading the heated lips of her cunt so that a slender digit could find the hooded pearl treasured between the pink flesh and she coaxed it to climax.
Skirting on the edge of an orgasm, she allowed herself to totter just over the cliff before quickly pulling herself back until he spoke again, "I'm close, Miss." She fell and a wave of sheer orgasmic bliss caught her. She could hear him struggling not to cum, his panting coming to him in short, steady breaths as she vocalized her own pleasure before she told him to stop. Immediately his hand fell away from his throbbing cock while he uttered his frustration into his mic. She couldn't help but to giggle, he was absolutely adorable when frustrated.
"He looks angry," she told him, referring to the fleshy spear that throbbed on her screen.
"Yes, Miss. He's still a little upset over the spanking he got."
"Mmm, I thought he enjoyed it," she giggled, remembering how the softened muscle gradually hardened as she watched her sub strike it with a rider's crop. She hoped that he would strike her ass cheeks just as hard when the roles would reverse. The pair would slip off into comfortable banter the rest of the evening before falling silent and then finally....sleep.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, they made all the necessary arrangements; round-trip airplane ticket, hotel reservations, and a rental car. The day before his flight was scheduled, he had given her explicit instructions regarding her attire, but nothing more.
And thus, she found herself waiting at his gate. Nervously, she tugged at the hem of her indecently short skirt while she shifted her weight from one stiletto clad foot to the other. Though he denied her even the skimpiest of thongs to wear beneath her skirt, he was kind enough to allow her to wear a bra beneath her sheer, blue blouse and she was grateful.
Just above and to her right, the monotonous droning of a security camera irritated her senses as it constantly scanned the area. When the cool, smooth voice of a woman announced the arrival of his plane, her heart skipped a beat. Finally.
Passengers began to strum in and she found herself stretching her height on the tips of her toes, seeking him. She saw his face, first, but quickly lost him in the crowd and she grew irritated when a pudgy family waddled past her. She narrowed her eyes, as if to challenge the curious looks of some greasy fat guy in a wrinkled Hawaiian shirt, and nearly leaped out of her skin when she felt the heat of a body come up to her just a tad too close for comfort.
A hand slipped beneath her skirt before she felt his finger slide against her slit, coating itself in her heated juices before he pressed the side of his face against hers, "I knew you'd be a good slut. Already wet for me." His finger pressed against her clit, moving in small, steady circles. Her body shuddered, eye lids fluttering against cheekbones.
The lilt of the security camera stopped. "You will hold my hand. Stay to the right of me, never in front of me," he slid a finger into her cunt. Her eyes darted about as he pumped it in and out of her, the walls of her pussy contracting against him. She heard the zooming sound of the security camera and her cheeks flushed. "Do you understand?" She nodded her head and mumbled, "Yes."
"Good," his hand fell away from beneath her skirt, wrapping around her hand before dumping the handles of his luggage into her other. He smiled, that wide chauvinistic grin she usually adored, then spun around. "Where are we parked?" She stumbled after him, dragging his luggage behind her as he tugged on her hand, navigating the pair through the crowd.