Cynthia looked at the riding store s display of whips with wide, excited eyes. There were shorter, thicker ones called bats, as well as the longer, more pliable riding crops. I could feel the heat of her body as she stood close to me, churning with excitement. I knew immediately that the longer, thinner crop with its dangling leather loop and springy versatility was the perfect choice for us. Cynthia stared blankly, unwilling to voice a decision but eager for one to be made, I could tell. I picked up several of the whips and tested them experimentally against my leg. I had no intention of getting anything but the crop, but I wanted to play with Cynthia s apprehension. Part of what appealed to her in what we were about to do was just that the idea alone was raising her anxiety.
Wandering away from the display shyly, Cynthia moved deeper into the store. Taking the crop, I followed. After stopping between two racks of saddles, she put her arms around me and lowered her head to my chest. Tell me again what you re going to do, she said.
Returning her embrace, I ran my hands over her tall, lithe figure. To celebrate the warm spring day, she wore only a light top and a short skirt. Her breasts, bare beneath her blouse, press on my chest. With the saddles obscuring us from the view of others, I slid one hand under her skirt and up her naked thigh. Her body tensed, quivering with anticipation. As my hand moved higher, I discovered that her tension was caused by more than being fondled in public. Cynthia was not wearing panties. This lively, spontaneous aspect of her personality is just one of the reasons why I love her.
You know, my dear, I m going to drive you wild with desire, I told her, dipping one finger between her labia and finding her wet. With my other hand, I raised the crop and brought it down lightly on her ass. She jumped, pressing her body more firmly to mine. Rubbing her thighs together, she flexed her pretty ass.
Taking her hand, I led Cynthia to the cash register and plopped my Visa down on the counter. My lover hovered nearby, head down, fearing that the clerks knew exactly what we were buying the crop for. I was pretty sure they did, too. I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. Neither of us looked like we shopped at English riding stores very often. But frankly, I had a hunch that the sophisticated sales staff had seen this all before.
Before leaving the store, I handed Cynthia the bag with our purchase sticking out of the top. On the label was printed an ad for the U.S. Equestrian Team for the Olympics. She took the package gingerly, pulling out the crop and running it lightly between her fingers. The idea of being whipped appealed to her immensely, and touching the crop caused her to shiver with anticipation.
Cynthia and I share an enthusiasm for taking our love beyond the norm. In our time together, we have indulged in a dizzying variety of sexual games, usually at my lead, but with Cynthia s willing and lusty agreement. We had come to this point without much discussion. It started as a joke, but every time I gave her the opportunity to back out, she failed to take it. I knew that this was genuinely something she wanted to try, and the idea was filling us both with a marvelous sexual tension. At lunch, Cynthia kept squirming in her seat. She had never done anything like this before. When she leaned forward over the table, her loose blouse fell open to reveal one of her breasts, the nipple tight and hard. I wanted our meal at the sunny outdoor cafe to go on forever, prolonging the anticipation, teasing Cynthia with thoughts of what was to come. At the same time, I couldn t wait for it to end so that I could get my beautiful lover alone and naked.
My eyes barely left her as we finished eating and returned to our apartment. I asked her to drive so I could continue to look at her. She is a beautiful woman, mature and well developed, but with child like features that occasionally imbue her with a look of sublime innocence.
The living room of our apartment faces north toward the San Francisco Peaks, and a wide sliding glass door opens onto the view. Between the door and the mountains is only forest. As I settled on the couch, Cynthia moved to the middle of the room, framing herself against our marvelous panoramic view. Turning on the stereo, she began to sway to the music, her short skirt flaring out from her legs as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. In moments, she stood naked before me. I moved quickly to catch up with her.
I had just removed my pants when Cynthia started toward me. I marveled as she approached. A tall and slender blue eyed blonde, Cynthia is lovely to behold in her nakedness. Her large, round breasts are capped by small pink areolas and nipples which sit high and firm on her chest. Short waisted and narrow hipped, she stands on long, tapered legs that seem to go on forever.
Now, she sank to her knees before me. Taking my cock in her mouth, she began to slowly suck on its head. Grasping my shaft in her hand, she pumped its length as her lips plunged up and down. Her mouth was wet and hot on my cock as she took me deeper and deeper. Cynthia truly loves to give head and revels in the knowledge that she does it well. I simply sat back and enjoyed her ministrations, relishing the pleasure she brought me. Finally, reaching to the table beside the couch, I picked up the crop and let it gently graze over Cynthia s naked ass. The touch was barely more than a reminder that the crop was there. I trailed it over her exposed flesh, letting her feel no more than a tickling sensation that would fuel her thoughts of what this same leather would feel like when I brought it down on her with force.
Cynthia sighed at the touch, taking her mouth off my cock and smiling up at me. Again, I let the crop bounce lightly on her ass, then dragged it over her skin. She returned her mouth to my cock, running her lips and tongue up and down its length before once again taking me in her mouth.
I stopped caressing her with the crop, wanting her tension and anticipation to build. But Cynthia had enough of waiting. Rising up from her knees, hovered over my chest she dropped her mouth over my nipple and sucked gently. As I murmured my pleasure, she nipped me sharply. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her away from me. Her face, as it came up, was split by a wide, playful grin.
Careful, I told her. That hurt.
She continued to smile and pulled free of my grasp, moving her wet tongue to my other nipple. Her caress was gentle and soothing, and I relaxed and began to enjoy it. Then she bit me again.
Jerking away, I was surprised at her behavior. In all of our lovemaking, Cynthia had been a passive but passionate partner. Never before had she done anything to intentionally provoke me, especially not twice. Stop it, I demanded.
Or what? she asked. There was something challenging in her tone of voice, something almost bratty.
My hand squeezed the crop in my fist. Or I ll whip you. Bringing the crop down fast, I let its springy length snap on her flesh for the first time. Even so, it wasn t a very hard blow.
Cynthia gasped, but looked me dead in the eye defiantly. I brought the crop down again, harder this time. She squirmed and pressed herself tighter against me. Her large breasts flattened on my chest and her lips found my neck. Shooting her tongue forward, she lapped at my throat and ear.
The crop whistled as I found my wrist doing all the work this time and I struck Cynthia s exposed skin with real force. She moaned and ground her body tighter against mine, rolling her ass under the blow. I struck again, alternating my blows to land on first one, then the other cheek of her smooth white ass. After the third stroke, I could see red stripes appear on her quivering flesh. Her breath was quick and excited, but her body was eager for the next strike of the rod.
Fuck me, fuck me, she cried, spreading her legs over my thighs and reaching between our bodies for my erection. I lifted it to meet her questing hand and thrust upward with my hips as she slammed down, impaling herself on my cock, her wet pussy offering no resistance.
I whipped her again, my arms reaching around her to get access to her exposed ass. Her body heaved, her back arching and lifting her magnificent breasts upward. Leaning forward, I took one nipple between my teeth and nipped her as she had me. Cynthia jerked, and I brought the crop down even harder. Again and again, the crop snapped across her naked flesh and Cynthia bucked and squirmed with each blow, humping feverishly on my cock. Her first orgasm was quick and powerful, surging through her and tensing all of her muscles. She recovered quickly, and once more plunged herself down on me, but I pushed her off me to stand beside the couch. Looming over her reclining body, I looked down at her with pleased amazement. When I first suggested we buy a riding crop, I really didn t expect to have my lover agree. True, though sexually submissive, she was an eager partner in any variation I brought to our bed, but I didn t suspect that our experiment would be so sexually intense.
Her eyes pleaded as she looked up at me, wanting more, wanting me to keep fucking her, and beyond that, wanting the kiss of our whip.
Once again, I brushed the crop gently over her skin. Gooseflesh arose where it touched her, and she quivered. I played the loop on the end between her splayed thighs, dangling it over the wet lips of her pussy. Cynthia s hips leaped up at the contact. Turning the crop around, I rubbed its bulbous little handle between those lips, fitting it between them. When it was nicely wetted, I slid it forward, the braided leather knob entering my lover.
Cynthia bucked, startled that I would really fuck her with the riding crop, then she settled down and began to enjoy the sensation, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I stroked rhythmically, twisting the handle inside her.
You re going to kill me with pleasure, she whispered hotly.
This is only supposed to drive you wild, I assured her.
Well, it s working, she murmured. I must love you or something, letting you get away with this. Her voice was uncharacteristically deep and gravelly with lust.
I love you, too, I grinned, pulling the knob out of her and reversing the crop once again. The hot coating of wetness from her cunt pressed into my palm as I grasped the handle end. With quick flicks, I snapped the crop lightly across her breasts, first one and then the other. Cynthia reflexively tried to cover herself, but I pulled her arms clear and held her wrists behind her head. When I let go, she held them there herself. Her lovely breasts fully exposed to my attack, Cynthia cooed excitedly as the strokes fell. Her head lolled on the cushion, sending her blonde hair streaming over her face and shoulders.
Her moaning became a continuous stream of exclamations of delight and incomprehensible gutturals. Several times I stopped, leaving her to wonder when the next stroke would fall. During these breaks, I leaned forward to kiss her and found her response passionate, as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and crushed my lips to hers.
Rising from her heaving body, I directed her onto her stomach with prods from the crop. Cynthia rolled over slowly, lust dulling her coordination. Her new position left her kneeling on the floor with her head and breasts resting on the couch. Her hands were crossed at the wrist and supporting her head. I struck lightly at first, watching her reaction as her body intercepted the leather. I varied the strength, location and rhythm of my blows, so that Cynthia did not know where, when or how hard the strokes would be.
By degrees, first I let the crop fall stingingly on her ass, six or seven times before pausing for a few moments. Then without warning, I brought the crop down hard.
I waited again, trailing the red marks on her bottom with the tips of my fingers, crushing the whip heated fullness of her ass under my wide palm and squeezing its firmness. Then abruptly, I began to whip her again, marveling at the sight of her beautiful body as she writhed under my strokes. Then, just as sudden, I stopped I was done. I waited as Cynthia relaxed and allowed the tension to flow out of her body, the crop now resting in my relaxed hand.
Her ass began to gyrate wildly. I knew without her having to say anything that she wanted me inside her again. But I wanted to hear her say it. I didn t have to wait long. In a high voice, she pleaded with me to fuck her.
Kneeling beside Cynthia, I brought my cock into contact with her fiery ass. The entire area around her pussy was coated with wetness. I pressed against her cunt and, once more, glided easily into her. Flexing her vagina, she gripped my erection. I stayed in her without moving for several moments, reveling in the feel of her gripping vaginal caress. She is very proud of this ability to contract the muscles of her cunt and stimulate me without either of us making any other movement. Cynthia pushed up off the couch, supporting herself on her hands, and kept flexing, lurching against me.
I looped the wrist strap over my hand and let the crop dangle as I reached around to fondle Cynthia s tits. She covered one of my hands with her own as I soothed away her pain with my touch. The move brought her hand in contact with the crop. She touched it, feeling its length. Taking it in her hand, she brought it up to her face, rolling it across her cheeks. Coyly, she extended her tongue and tasted it, then she took the handle in her mouth, sucking it like a cock.
I began thrusting into her, slowly. Cynthia came, but with a different kind of orgasm this time, slower, deeper, rolling through her long body and ending with a convulsive twitch that knocked her down onto the couch once more. Knowing that I could bring her off again if I kept moving inside her, I sped up my strokes, feeling the tension of my own orgasm rising between my legs. Lunging over her, I came, burrowing deep into her cunt. As pleasure roiled up and out of me, I felt my lover begin to come again. She tensed and held her breath for a moment, then began to gasp, sucking air deep into her lungs as the sensation flooded her.
As Cynthia s orgasm subsided, I rolled off her and collapsed on the couch. My beautiful lover pulled herself up next to me, climbing on the couch and throwing one thigh over mine as she rested her blonde head in the hollow of my shoulder. We rested without speaking for some time, then I noticed from her breathing that Cynthia had fallen asleep. Slowly and carefully, I got out from under her and lifted her in my arms. I managed to carry her into the bedroom without disturbing her too much. Laying her gently on the bed, I got in beside her and pulled up the covers for an afternoon nap. Later, we arose for a night of dinner and dancing, and Cynthia seemed even more animated and daring than usual, playing suggestive games on the dance floor and boldly displaying her body. We returned home giddy and tired and fell into bed together exhausted and happy.
The next morning, Cynthia roused me with a blowjob. Awakening, I saw her blonde head bobbing enthusiastically on my cock. I cupped one of her dangling breasts and held it lovingly with one hand while stroking her head with the other. Her mouth left my cock and her head came up with a smile.
Snuggling against me, she kissed me. Almost gushing, she told me of the fantasies that had entertained her when she awakened. First, I could tie her up spread eagled on the bed and use the crop on her entire body. Then, perhaps, we could sneak into the classroom at the university, where she would be a naughty student and I the stern teacher, meting out punishment.
I listened, stroking her lush body as she excitedly told me of her plans. Yes, I agreed, that sounds wonderful. But I really wanted to sleep late this morning. Cynthia looked at the bedside clock that read eleven o clock and turned her confused gaze back to me. You ll have to be punished for waking me early, I said.
She smiled with understanding. Reaching over to the nightstand, she picked up the crop. Cradling it pensively in both hands, she straddled my hips and presented it to me, her face beaming with anticipation, eyes awash with temptation now I could have sworn that I had left the thing in the living room.