She'd been a bad,bad girl

‘Oh and just how do you think you’re gonna make me do that,” she taunted, standing there in the doorway with her hands propped on her curvy hips.

Those were her last words this morning as he was leaving for work.

“I’ll deal with you tonight,” he countered. “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”

And what a mouth. It was as firey as her long red hair and boy did she know how to push his buttons. But this time, she had gone too far. All sass and swagger this weekend. He liked a woman who challenged him, but he’d been too soft on her for the past few weeks. But he knew just what would rein her back in and have her begging for mercy before the night was through.

A man like him could only take so much.

Around lunch time, he sent her a text.

You’ve been very naughty. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl tonight. Be waiting for me with nothing but your bra and panties on when I get home tonight.

He knew her pussy would grow instantly wet when she read the text. Her blue eyes would turn the color of midnight from lust. Her face would flush, thinking about the last time he had had to discipline her. She would think about it all day. But he knew, she’d be sitting on the couch waiting for him just as he instructed when he got home.

Two could place this game, she thought. He knew what that text would do to her. All day in her office, she sat there wishing 5 o’clock would hurry. She got home before him like always and headed straight for the bedroom. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She searched through her dresser looking for the perfect outfit to replace her conservative work attire. There it was; barely there blue satin and lace, just waiting to be worn and appreciated.

She ran her finger over the satin. She loved how it felt on her skin. The demi cup of the push-up bra made her even more voluptuous than normal. The lace rubbed against her nipples with the barest of friction. Before the night was over, the feel of it would be sweet torture.

She slipped the panties on dragging them slowly up her legs. They were so sheer, you could see right through them. She pulled them up and looked into the full length mirror. She knew it would drive him crazy. The way he could see her naked pussy lips through the delicate cloth. She smiled at the way the cheeks of her ass were cradled inside the smoky blue hipsters.

It was time for him to be home. And she was tempting fate. She didn’t want him to have to call out for her. She headed for the den, but opted for his leather chair instead of the couch. She stretched out in it loving the feel of the leather against her rounded bottom. She propped her legs over the arm of the chair and worked on her best bored expression while her pussy clenched in anticipation.

The clock ticked by. He was taking the long way home. He knew she’d be waiting and the longer she waited the angrier she’d be at him for withholding the pleasure to come. Another 10 minutes and he headed toward home.

Now she was pissed. She’d been sitting her for the last hour waiting when she finally heard the car drive up. The door opened and in he walked, looking all smug. His black slacks hung from his muscular frame. The crisp white shirt covered a hard stomach and looked as pressed as it had when he left this morning. The knot of his tie pulled away from his neck was the only feel of relaxation about him. But she knew the turmoil brewing inside.

“Where the hell have you been?” she asked.

He didn’t respond. Just turned and fixed those dark brown eyes on hers. He laid his jacket over the back of a chair. The intensity of the stare was making her body heat. He watched the top of her breasts turn pink as the flush of desire spread through her.

“Careful with that tone,” he said.

“Well I’m not waiting on you all night,” she said. And pushed up from the chair and turned to leave the room.

“Stop,” the command in his voice brought her to an instant stand still. She could feel the tension in him.

He sat in the chair. He legs slightly spread. She studied his face as she waited.

“Come here,” he said quietly.

She crossed the room slowly, letting her hips sway. She felt her nipples harden as she moved closer to him. He could see the hard points through the lace of her bra. He made her stand there as he looked her over. She could feel herself tingling. Nothing but stillness and silence in the room. Each moment that passed was like sweet torture. He held out his hand to her. As she reached for it, he pulled her nearly naked bottom into his lap. Her back was to his chest. He could feel the heat of her sex through his pants. A half smile crossed his lips.

She sat still. Waiting. His hands moved up her sides and around to her breasts. His thumb flicked across them. Then the barest hint of a touch crossed her nipples. Then he pinched them. She squirmed in his lap.

“Don’t move,” he said. Then his voice dropped to a whisper as the pressure between his thumb and finger increased. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl.”

It felt like current moving through her body. The anticipation of what to come was almost more than she could stand. She forced herself not to grind her pussy against his thigh while she sat in his lap.

He released her nipples and turned her so that she lay over his lap. Her pert ass in the air just waiting for his hand. She made a noise, somewhere between a whimper and moan as his hand stroked over her right cheek. He moved so slowly, feeling that silken material which left nothing to his imagination. Hers was an ass made for loving. It was an ass made for spanking, perfectly rounded and full.

A second later a light burning slap landed and streaked her rear. She soft cry left her lips as the heat spread from her rear to her clit. The pleasure and pain so close together. Seeing his handprint on her ass made him hotter, more dominate.

He stroked her again. It was a much less gentle caress; kneading her cheeks and pulling them apart. Then the next slap was harder and hotter. He felt her pussy getting wetter as it pressed into his knee.

“When I let you come tonight, you’ll be screaming my name,” he said quietly as his hand landed on her ass again. With each swat, the burn intensified. Her flesh turned pink as she worked her pussy against his leg. She was burning for him. She lifted her ass to him, meeting the next slap.

His hand soothed back over her hips as he reached for the waistband of her panties. He could have ripped them right off, but he knew his slow removal of them would push her even farther. He pulled so slowly, the sheer material caressing her ass. Fanning the flames she felt. She could feel his eyes as he revealed her creamy skin. She knew her cheeks would be streaked with his hand prints. She could feel his cock harden through his trousers as he slowly pulled her panties down over her hips.

Then he stopped. He left them rolled right below the curve of her hips. She could feel the damp silkiness between her legs. She felt his finger slide down the crack of her ass. Then dip lower still. She lifted her ass as his finger doves into her soaked pussy. She moaned. She tried to grind against him but he set a heavy hand on her back which helds her still. Sweet torture as he slides in and out of her. Her pussy slick from where he’d shaved her a few nights before. Then he adds another finger and another. Filling her.

“Don’t you dare come,” he said. “I haven’t given you permission.”

It was so hard, not moving against him. She could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers. She had to fight not to let herself go. But she knew the consequences if she came before he told her too.

Her hips writhed as she tried to push back against his fingers. Then she felt him pull them out and pinch her lips together.

“I told you, not until I said so.” She stilled, knowing he would carry out the threat behind the quiet words.

He released her pussy and felt his finger slide back in. Then she felt it as it slid back up her rear. He was using her own juices to prepare her. She felt his finger glide smoothly inside. Twisting, pushing, opening her for him. He added another finger, scissoring them to make sure she was stretched and ready to accept him.

He stopped and told her to stand. He turned her so that he could bend her over the arm of the couch. With her ass propped in the air, he couldn’t resist placing one more heated swat on those tempting globes.

She heard him release his zipper and felt him as he stood behind her. His hands gripped her hips and she knew what was next. He pulled her backside to where his cock was just at the right angle. The tip of his cock was like steel against her tight entrance. He pushed lightly against her providing just enough pressure without entering her. It was exquisite torture.

She moaned. “Please, I promise I’ll be good. Just go ahead and fuck me.”

He stayed still increasing the pressure. He felt her try and press back against him, but his grip on her hips kept her from succeeding.

“Please, do I have to beg,” she said. “I promise to be good.”

He watched as her ass twitched, she wanted his cock deep inside. He started to press his thick crest inside her.

“Fuck yes,” she cried out.

He felt it pop past that tight band inside. That point where the pleasure mingled with the pain. She moved her hips back and forth, trying to work the rest of him inside. But he held her still. She was so frustrated. Then she felt the tap on her rear. Just a light slap on the right cheek, then the left one. Over and over until the burn made her crazy with need. She bucked against him, impaling herself on him. She pushed back wanting all of him. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her.

“Do it hard,” she cried. “Do it fast. Make me scream your name.”

He did just what she asked. She felt his balls slapping against her pussy. Then she felt him reach around and find her clit. He worked her hard nub until she didn’t think she’d be able to stand and then she felt his thighs tighten against her. She knew he was getting close to filling her ass full of cum.

She felt his other arm reach around and his rough hand pull her breast free from the bra. He pulled and tugged on her nipple, then roughly pinched it between his fingers. He knew it would send her over the edge.

“Cum now. Don’t make me wait,” he said.

And this time she minded.

Weekend Getaway

The trip had been a perfect getaway for the long weekend. They had both needed a break from their stressful jobs. Other than dressing for dinner, neither of them had worn more than a swimsuit in the last three days. Her skin was a golden brown except for where those small triangles of blue material had been covering. She was stretched out on the lounger dozing to the sounds of the surf as the sun warmed her skin. He almost hated to wake her, but they needed to be on their way if they were going to make this one last adventure before it was back to reality.

He slid his hand up the back of her lean leg and let it follow the curve of her hip before brushing it way up her spine. He saw her smile lazily but she didn’t open her eyes. She loved to be stroked and touched. As he leaned in, he bushed long chestnut colored tendrils away from her neck. He nibbled there a moment before whispering in her ear.

“We’ve got to go or we’ll miss the boat,” he said.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” she asked, but rolled to her side. The movement caused his hand to brush across her breasts. He cupped her tit and squeezed gently. He watched as her nipple hardened poking out against the thin swimsuit.

“Keep that up and we’ll miss the boat for sure,” she said. She pushed up from the chair and he swatted her ass as she walked past.

Within 15 minutes they were on their way to the dock. An afternoon cruise to a private island, snorkeling and relaxing awaited them. It was going to be the perfect ending to their mini vacation.

They loaded the Gettin’Busy, with the rest of the patrons and soon were enjoying the cool sea breeze as they made their way to their private oasis. She had pulled her long hair back into a ponytail secured at the base of her neck to keep it from whipping into her face.

After a short 30 minute ride, they arrived. The island was beautiful. The white sand beaches framed the lush landscape. There were private cabanas with hammocks stretched between secluded palms for each of them. He could see their late afternoon spent there curled into each others bodies. A tiki bar was set up for their refreshments and just like the brochure promised all the equipment they needed for their water sports activities was there just waiting for them to check it out.

They picked their spot. Left the few things they had brought with them and went to get their mask and fins. They headed out into the water, floating, swimming, drifting. There had only been four other couples on the boat, so it was like having the island all to themselves. Everyone had gone in different directions. And with the big blue ocean in front of them, it was like theirs alone to explore and enjoy.

She was new to snorkeling, but always thrived on adventure. That’s one of the things he loved about her. That willingness to try anything made her so much fun. Just a few weeks ago she was wondering if the fish would nibble on her toes, now here she was enjoying one of his favorite things.

They followed the shoreline for a while. The underwater view was almost as spectacular as the one in front of him. Her pert little ass bobbing up and down in front of him made him forget all about the fish swimming beneath them.

They continued around the curve of the island and into a cove. He swam next to her. Then reached out and pulled her to him. He rolled her over onto her back. The water made every move effortless. Her body was undulating slightly as the ocean rocked them. He ran his hands over her slick wet body. Her breasts were rounded and in the perfect location for him to lower his mouth too. They were only barely contained in her tiny suit. He lowered his head and captured her pert nipple drawing suit and all into his mouth.

A small moan escaped her mouth. She felt one hand on the small of her back supporting her, the other just kept moving across her. She felt him rub across her stomach, down to her thigh, then back up.

“It’s not the fish you need to worry about nibbling on you,” he said softly.

He pulled the material aside to so that he could taste her right nipple. His tongue swirled around it. He tasted the saltiness of the ocean water and he tasted her. He pulled her into his mouth. His mouth fit around her areola and he sucked gently at first then increased the pressure.

His other hand slid up her back to the string around her neck. She felt the tie give as he tugged gently. She felt it before she saw it floating away from her skin. It was only then she even thought about the other people.

“What if someone sees?” she asked.

His answer was to bite down on her nipple. The question was forgotten.

The sun reflected from the water made unique streaks across her skin. His mouth seemed to be everywhere lapping at her like the ripples in the water. He moved down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He moved away from her so that he could swim between her legs. He pushed her legs apart as he moved closer to her. They floated effortlessly.

His warm mouth moved over her mound. She felt him hot and warm next to her. Then she felt him slip his fingers inside her suit and pull. He was working the wet bottom down her body. She felt it as he worked it over her thighs, down her knees and over her shins. She felt him move away from her as he slipped the small scrap over her feet. He slipped the leg opening over her snorkel so that they wouldn’t float away. The he returned between her legs.

She was burning now, but not from the sun. She saw his head between her thighs. The water dripped from his dark, thick hair. She felt his hands reach for her hips as he pulled her close to him. She normally loved to watch him, but today all she could do was lay back and enjoy. She had waxed for their mini- vacation and he was enjoying her smooth, bare lips. There was nothing in his way as he dove in deep with his tongue. He loved how she tasted. He flattened his tongue and slid it up and down her slit. Matching the rhythm set by the ocean.

He pulled her close to him, angling her hip so that she fit perfectly against his mouth. His finger spread her so that he could tease that hard nub. He mouth worked her clit as his fingers dove inside her. She felt him pumping in and out slowly, his tongue swirling around her. He heard what sounded like a whimper from her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He loved how responsive she was. He could taste her juices flowing. He added a second finger as he increased the speed of his hand. Just by crooking his finger a little, he knew it would allow him to brush across that bundle of nerves inside her. He felt her clinch around his fingers the instant he came in contact with her G-spot.

He continued sucking and nibbling on her clit as he stroked her over and over. He knew just what would drive her over the top. As he sucked hard on her clit, he allowed one finger to slide back past her pussy and into her tight ass. He pressed inside her, felt her tighten then give in to the pleasure. He pumped in and out of her while working her with his mouth. He felt the water splash against him as she moved against him, trying to get closer, to press tighter. He held her in place as the last stroke of his tongue pushed her over the edge. He felt her tighten, then explode around him. She cried out. He continued to fuck her with his mouth and fingers as he helped her ride the crest of her orgasm.

When she finally stilled he watched as a contented smile spread across her mouth. He moved from between her legs admiring her mostly naked form drifting on the waves. A deep blue string around her chest was keeping her suit from floating away. She reached for him and drew his mouth to hers. Her tongue pushed inside him dancing around his mouth. She drew herself around him. He felt her legs wrap around his waist. Her hot center pressed against his stomach.

He felt her lips move down his neck. Her hands worked his shoulders.

She let her legs drop lower so that she could work her way down to his chest. Her mouth clamped down on his nipple. He felt her tongue flick across it before he felt the sharp nip of her teeth.

Then she allowed her hands to move lower still. Finding her way inside his trunks, she could feel his hard bulge as she worked him free. Her hands wrapped around his cock as she began stroking him. She pushed his swimsuit down to his thighs. His head dipped back, enjoying the feeling of the water, the sun and he expert hands.

Then he watched as she slipped beneath the surface of the water. He felt her lips suction around his cock and her hands grip his balls. Everything was so wet and slick. Her mouth was so hot on his rigid length. After a few moments, she surfaced for a breath, then slipped back below the water as she pushed him to the brink.

He felt her tongue lapping against him just like the waves.

When she came up for air, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wasted no time burying his cock inside her folds. His hand snaked between them and found her clit. She bounced on his shaft as he rubbed and flicked her clit. She was tightening on him. He felt her walls clench against him. He knew she was close to coming for the second time this afternoon. His hands slipped under her hips, holding her against him creating just the right friction for her. He felt her burst once again and he followed with a climax that rocked him to his core.

When they had both settled, he helped her adjust her suit and they made their way back around to the beach area. A smile crossed his lips as he thought of their private cabana and that hammock.

Lunchtime

You can imagine how impatient I was as I sat waiting for the minutes to tick by. I’ve never been what you call a patient person, but this was making me crazy. The few stolen minutes we had a couple of times a week couldn’t come quick enough.

Tick, tick, tick. I could hear the clock on my wall clicking off the seconds until my lunch hour. As soon as it showed 11:30, I was out the door and on my way to his house. His wife was working out of town today and I intended to make the most of the hour we had together.

I looked in the rearview mirror and checked my hair and makeup. I had taken special care this morning when I was dressing; his favorite perfume, a cute new dress, the perfect heels and of course the perfect lingerie. That was my favorite part. Today I had pulled out my favorite corset. It was blue with a black overlay of lace. Little eyelets laced up the front giving me overflowing breasts. A matching thong and thigh high stocking finished off the look.

I know it won’t be a wasted effort, but there won’t be much time for him to appreciate the look before it’s lying on the floor of the bedroom.

With just 60 minutes to feel his skin next to mine, to run my hands over his body, there’s no time to waste. I pull into the driveway and he’s waiting at the door. I hurry in so the neighbors don’t see and as soon as the door shuts behind us I’m in his arms.

Our mouths lock and our tongues dance. I love the way he feels big and strong in my arms. The way I have to stand on my tip toes to devour his mouth. He breaks away and reaches for my hand then pulls me down the hall to the bedroom.

He sits on the bed and I stand between his legs. His hands travel up and down my body as I suck his tongue into my mouth. I hear his breath catch. I know he loves it when I do that, almost as much as he likes for me to bite his nipple when we fuck.

“You have on to many clothes,” he says as he reaches for the tie at my waist. Once he pulls that the dress falls open revealing the lingerie underneath.

“Did you wear this just for me?” he asks.

“I’ve felt the satin and lace all day long and thought about you,” I said as I shrugged and let the dress fall to the floor.

A low sound of appreciation came from him as I stood there. “You wore the thigh highs again, you know how much I like that,” he finally said.

I smiled and turned slowly. Making sure he took the whole package in.

He reached out and pulled me to him. I felt his lips on my back, kissing one vertebra at a time. His hand slipped around my waist and dipped lower inside my panties. I felt his mouth on the side of my neck and he felt me shiver – but not from being cold. If anything I was starting to burn from the inside out.

His fingers parted my pussy lips and his fingers began moving. Slowly at first, stroking up and down my wet slit. His other hand held me firm against him. I felt his cock against my ass. His hard length felt good against me. I pressed back while slowly moving my hips back and forth against his thickness. He slipped one finger inside me, then two. Slowly pumping, setting a lazy pace like we had all day to play.

Then he stroked up and squeezed my clit between two fingers. I thought my knees would buckle but he held me in place. Then he repeated the process again; gliding up and down before sinking back inside before toying with my clit again. Once, twice – again and again – so many times I lost count. Taking me right to the edge but not letting me come.

When I caught my breath, I slipped my hand between us and squeezed his thick cock. Wishing I could suck him into my mouth, but he held me tightly in place as his fingers continued their slow torture.

I matched his pace. Smiling as I felt him take in a quick breath. Slowly stroking up and down as his fingers glided up and down my pussy. Circling my hips and stroking as his fingers plunged inside me. Then squeezing his balls and cock as he squeezed my clit.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said.

“Two can play this game,” I say, not knowing how much longer I can take his slow, deliberate teasing.

Just a few more minutes pass before he says, “Enough!” and he flips me over on my stomach underneath him on the bed.

I feel him pull my thong to the side as he rubs his hand over my rounded hips.

I’m pinned beneath him, but I love the feel of his weight on me. I can feel his cock between my thighs right at the entrance of my pussy. If I could just push back a little he’d be inside me. His hand slips under me, lifting. Angling me. Then all at once he plunges his cock inside me. Hard and fast, just like I like it. Over and over, pumping in and out of me. It’s like he’s buried so deep in me he hits my cervix with every stroke.

His hand beneath me finds my clit again, teasing my hard nub as he stroked my pussy.
I know he could feel my pussy clench with each stroke. I had thought about his touch all morning, but nothing came close to the real thing.

He lifts his body enough for me to push up on my elbows. When I do, he manages to pull one of my breasts free from the corset. He squeezes my tit and pinches my nipple. All while never missing a stroke.

I can feel the orgasm building inside me. I know he knows.

“I can feel your pussy gripping my cock,” he says right next to my ear. “I can hear your breathing getting faster.”

His words made me even wetter.

“I jack off to thoughts of you when we can’t be together,” he said. “But nothing feels like your pussy when it grips my cock.”

A small moan escapes from my mouth. I can’t put a sentence together right now. His cock filling me, his words, his hands – all making it impossible to gather a rational thought. All I want is him.

I feel myself come apart. The orgasm hits hard and strong. In just a minute I feel him come. His hot semen gushing inside me.

He stays like that for a few minutes. His body draped over mine. Then he rolls to his side and pulls me against him.

We lay there for a little while. His hand slowly stroking along my hip and side. But we both know our time is almost up. I look at my watch then slowly push myself up. I’ve got to get dressed and head back to work.

He watches as I dress. Smiling up at me from the bed. I turn and use the mirror on his dresser to smooth my hair and adjust my dress. He stands and pulls on a pair of jeans to walk me to the door.

The goodbyes are always the hardest part. The more I see him, the harder it is to go. A quick kiss and a promise to call. Then I’m out the door.

As I drive away, I can’t help but lick my lips and smile and wonder what’s for lunch tomorrow?