You re naughty, I told my girlfriend when I saw her getting ready for the party.
What do you mean? Claire s eyebrows shot up in a look of pure innocence, but that s where the purity ended. Every other part of her appearance was downright wicked. She had her long honey blonde hair styled in that tousled, sexy, just been fucked look that I love so much. Her full lips were slicked with ruby red gloss that I could imagine leaving kiss marks all over my naked skin. And then there was her dress.
Oh, Jesus, her dress.
The thing couldn t have been any tighter if it had been made out of that spray on vinyl we d ordered once from an XXX catalog. Her curvaceous form was encased in shiny black latex. It was so slippery slick looking that I had to put my hand out, to feel for myself if the surface was wet. How she had gotten into the thing without coating herself first with some sort of lubricant like Crisco, perhaps I had no idea. But the thought of her sensually shimmying her way into the outfit was a total turn on.
I started to run my hand along the rear of her dress, but Claire gently slid away from my touch with a quick step to the left. Not yet, Matt, she murmured, punctuating the words with a pouty little shake of her head. I could tell from the way she moved that she liked the way her hair felt, tickling against her face, and I knew instantly what those soft curls would feel like against my cheeks or my cock.
We ll be late if we do that . . . Claire continued.
Do what? I asked, feigning innocence. What are you talking about, Claire? I haven t said a word.
Whatever it is you re thinking, Claire told me, eyes narrowed as if she could see the dirty visions imprinted in my skull.
I m not thinking about spanking anyone, I said officiously, and then put my hand to my mouth in mock horror. Oh, no, I ve said too much!
Claire s blue eyes flashed at me. I spent a lot of time on my hair today. As if that would matter to me. As if that would slow me down.
To get that just been fucked look? I asked, teasing her.
It s called messy bed head, she corrected me.
I like you much better with a just been spanked look, I told her, and watched her blush furiously. You don t have to pay me anything, and I don t expect a tip.
But we ll be late for the party, she repeated, yet I had already caught the flush to her cheeks. She clearly was aroused by what I d said. Perhaps, she d been aroused even before I d entered the room
Then let s be late, I said, pulling her forcefully to me, and admitting with that gesture that I d had dirty ideas all along.
In all seriousness, how could I not have ideas with Claire dressed like that. All I wanted to do was unzip the shiny fabric and reveal the beautiful naked flesh waiting for me. I knew that her pussy was bare on this night. There was no conceivable way she could have gotten panties on under a dress that tight, not without leaving telltale marks, and when I slid my hand over the luscious curve of her ass, all I could feel beneath the rubber was well ass.
But everyone will be waiting, Claire told me, trying to push me away again. Or fake trying, anyway. I looked down at her cherry painted nails and the cocktail ring that glimmered in the light. Yet her hands on my broad chest hardly pushed at all. She was like a heroine in an old fashioned movie, saying No, no, no, but meaning Yes, yes, yes!
Everyone will be waiting for the ball to drop, I told her, not for us. Nobody will notice at all if we re an hour late.
An hour? she seemed surprised. What s going to take an hour, Matt?
This, I said, pulling her quickly into my arms and sitting down on the edge of the bed. With ease, I bent her neatly over my lap, noticing once more how she worked with me, rather than against me. Clearly, she had no desire to get to the party any time soon, in spite of her previous protests. I could tell by the way she lifted her hips, helping me to position her properly and arrange her in her favorite over the knee pose. Claire was made to bend into that position. She s flexible and lithe, and her ass seems to beg to be spanked. Pert, pretty and proud.
Still, brat that she is, she couldn t keep her pretty little mouth shut, You re going to spank me for an hour?
No, I told her, running my hand over her rear and momentarily losing myself in the sensation. I loved the way the material of her dress felt under my palm, but I was able to gather my thoughts quickly. First, I told her, I m going to spank you through your dress.
Oh, she sighed, much quieter now, the bratty attitude quickly fading.
Then, I m going to make you strip all your clothes off, I continued, not that you have much to take off, I know and I m going to spank you again, on your bare skin, because that s what you really need.
She sighed once more, sweet and low, and I felt her press her desperate pussy against my knee, craving contact.
And finally, I told her, I m going to fuck you, with your ass all hot and cherry red.
Saying the words aloud made me harder than I d been since entering the room. But that s not why I spelled out my plans. Letting Claire know what lay in store for her made her instantly wetter than she d been. How did I know? I let one hand slide between her thighs and found that yes, I was right, she d left her panties in her top drawer. And yes, look at me, right again. She was so damn wet I had to rethink steps one and two. I wanted to jump to step three right away and simply fuck the daylights out of her. She was definitely ready. But where would the fun be in that?
I knew from so many pleasurable past experiences that starting my baby with a hard, over the knee spanking would have its ultimate rewards. Claire loves spanking more than anything else we do. Sure, she pretends to protest every once in awhile:
I haven t been bad, Matt.
I m not naughty.
But those are just words. Merely dressing in this way, knowing for a fact what the get up would do to me, was naughty enough in my book.
Still, I took my time. Claire had spent so long on her appearance, I thought I ought to appreciate the effort. I let my hand stroke the length of the dress, from her shoulders all the way down her spine to the hem. It wasn t actually that long. The sleek black dress ended right at the tops of her thighs, which was even naughtier. I liked the thought of her buying the outfit, of her trying it on in some risqu fetish store, admiring herself in the dressing room mirror, and guessing exactly what would happen to her if she paraded around in front of me while wearing the thing.
We ve been together for four years. Claire knows how to make my pulse race as much as I know how to turn her on.
Claire wriggled sexily at my touch, bringing me back to my senses. She was ready to be spanked. I could tell from the way she moved in my lap. But I made her wait a moment longer, bringing my hand between her slender thighs once more, slipping my finger into her pussy to feel her wetness. Immediately, her liquid sex drenched my fingers, and when I brought my fingers to my nose, I could drink in her fragrance: sweetness, like nothing else.
Now, a different vision bloomed in my mind. I thought of pushing her onto the floor, getting her on all fours, pressing my mouth to the split of her body and devouring her. I adore making love to Claire with my mouth, getting in deep with my tongue and touching her in all of those secret places.
But that would deprive me of my number one pleasure, because spanking my sweet nubile Claire is my favorite method of foreplay. All of this was merely prolonging that treat. So without another second passing, I brought my hand down on her ass, feeling the give of the midnight latex under my palm, hearing Claire squeal. A sound that reminded me remarkably of her squeals of sexual ecstasy.
Before Claire could adjust herself to the pleasurable spark of pain, I spanked her again, reveling in the smack of my hand on her rubber clad rear, and then again. I didn t go easy on her because I knew the dress offered a bit of protection. I spanked her firmly and repeatedly, my hand slapping her beautiful bottom over and over.
Oh, man, did I like the dress. There was something so fucking sexy about spanking her through the latex. About watching her wriggle in that tight dress, her hips rolling under the shiny black material. And the sound it made the sound of the spanks seemed to echo throughout the room.
Claire liked it, too. I could tell. In this way, she and I are perfectly matched. When I spank her, she lets me know with every motion how turned on she gets. She raises up her hips ever so slightly, so that her ass seems to meet my hand in mid blow. She grips onto my legs, holding herself as still as she can when I really start to let her have it. And then she groans and says, Oh, God, I love that. Just in case I couldn t read all the other signs.
This? I teased. You love this? I punctuated the words with additional smacks, a flurry of blows on her rubber clad ass.
Yeah, Matt. Oh, God, yes.
And this? I asked next, starting to slide her dress up. I had to really work at it. Her skin was hot, and the rubbery material was sealed to her body. The best thing I could do was unzip the dress and peel the outfit off her entirely, revealing what I d guessed at the start. That she was totally naked under the formfitting creation. Entirely, stunningly, beautifully naked.
That made what I was going to do next so much easier. I didn t have panties to pull down. I didn t have garters or stockings to muck around with. I simply stood Claire up on her high heels so that she could shake off the dress and then pulled her right back down again, wanting to spank that haughty ass of hers on the bare. I wanted to feel her tender skin gradually heat up under the punishing blows of my hand on her asscheeks.
But Claire made a move that changed my mind. She parted her thighs, letting me know that she wanted something else. Something more. Understanding the clue immediately, I began to spank her in a new way, smacking her right cheek and then her left cheek, and then tapping her between her legs on every third blow, giving her firm love pats with four fingers against her pussy. Claire shuddered delectably when I did that, and I could tell, based on the juices that covered my fingers, that she was amazingly turned on. Ripe and ready to go. If I kept spanking her just right, she would come from that alone.
And, of course, that was my ultimate goal.
With hardly a pause, my hand slapped her gorgeous ass right cheek, left cheek and then my fingers met her swollen pussy lips. Right, left, then pussy, so that soon Claire was moaning and writhing on my lap, letting her clit hit my knee once more, rubbing herself so that she could get off.
If we d been playing some sort of true punishment game, I would have stopped her right then and made her teeter on the brink. But this was different. There was no reason to make her wait. Except that I know prolonging pleasure always makes the end results so much more explosive.
I let my hand linger between her legs now, so that the love pats turned into rubs. I spanked her with the same intensity, but began to circle her clit with my fingers on each rotation. She was in heaven, the spanking making her cry out, the pressure of my fingertips on her clit making her moan. I could tell she was at that place where she didn t even know what she wanted.
The pain. The pleasure. Something. Anything. Release. Relief.
That s what I gave her. Finally, forgoing the spanking in order to get her off. Rubbing her clit firmly with my hand. Paying attention to the way her lithe body moved, to the electric shudders that ran through her. But as soon as she started to climax, I resumed the spanking because I know that extends the pleasure for her. Being spanked while she s actually coming thrills Claire like nothing else.
She was out of her head with excitement. She didn t know what to do. Her body was trembling so fiercely that she could hardly breathe. I could tell from her rhythmic movements that she was going to come again. She was going to come hard, in that way she does when one climax trips the next. Once more, there was no reason not to let her climax a second time. No reason, except that I can be a mean, cruel hearted bastard when I want to be.
At least, that s what Claire said when I pushed her off my lap and onto the bed.
Don t stop, Matt. Please don t stop.
But stop I did. I wanted her to come, yes. But I wanted to feel her climax on my cock. And I wanted that now.
Oh, you re evil, she hissed, shooting me a look over her shoulder, but getting into proper position anyway. I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me. If she acted the brat convincingly enough, maybe I would spank her some more. Spank her until she came again and again.
But I was on to her ways. We ve done this often enough for me to recognize all of her little tricks.
Quickly, I split my slacks and got out my cock. But then, because she had tested me, I didn t give her what she so desperately wanted. Instead, I climbed onto the bed in front of her and told her to suck me.
Get it nice and wet, I demanded. I want to feel how much you want to please me.
I wanted more than that. I wanted her lip gloss to smear all over my skin. I wanted to change her artfully arranged hairstyle that looked as if she d just been fucked to one that showed she d actually been fucked. I wanted to have my way with her. And when Claire looked up at me, her blue eyes huge, I could tell she understood each one of my desires. And that as usual her desires echoed my own.
She sucked me immediately, not a word about her makeup. Not a word at all. She parted her pretty ruby glossed lips and drew the head of my cock into her warm, willing mouth. And now I was the one to say, Oh, baby, don t stop.
Claire has such a sexy way of giving head. She puts her whole self into it, every time. She shimmies her body, letting me know that she likes giving as much as I like receiving. Soon, I felt the desire to reward her, and I leaned forward, thrusting into her mouth, and let my hand slap against her already reddened asscheeks. She must have known what was coming, because she held herself still for the smack, and then began to suck me harder, rocking back and forth as she did, wiggling her ass in such a becoming way that I had to land another blow on the other cheek, just to even her out.
I knew Claire was desperate for me to fuck her, but only when I was ready, only when she d gotten my cock all drippy wet with her mouth, did I tell her to stop sucking, spin around, and give me her pussy.
You know what I want, I told her. You know what to do.
She faced away from me on the bed, and then raised her hips and pressed back, and I slid into her with ease, gripping onto her waist and pulling her hard onto my cock. I worked her strenuously for several thrusts, slamming into her to feel the contact. I had the sensation of driving all the way through her body. But then Claire grabbed a bit of the power from me, squeezing so tight that I lost my breath and thought I might come right then.
I had to pull back in order to hold off. But Claire sensed my weakness and knew she had scored. She was in charge of the rhythm now, moving on me however she wanted, taking her time to make it a slow ride, then jamming back against me so that I caught my breath once more.
Fuck, I really was going to come fast if she kept that up. But that s not what I wanted. I wanted to make this ride last, and I wanted to give Claire exactly what she needed. But I realized that with her working me, I didn t have to hold on to her waist, didn t have to keep her steady to my desires. My hands were free now, so that I could spank her, landing stinging smacks on her beautiful ass and thighs as she continued to fuck herself on my cock.
Now, my head was spinning with sensations. The scent of her all around us, that aroma of arousal making me dizzy with lust. And the sounds were so sexy, the melody of my hand against the bare skin of her ass, combined with the hearty otherworldly sounds of us breathing, panting and moaning. Claire moans so sweetly, purring at one moment, almost roaring the next. She was reaching her peak, I could tell. I could tell from the way she moved, the way she started to grind back against me, and the way she kept lifting her ass higher to meet my hand.
She wanted more. She wanted me to smack her so that she could really feel it. Once, Claire confessed to me that as she gets closer to climax, she likes to be spanked harder. It doesn t feel harder, she said. It just resonates more. I think the spanking helps her reach her peak. That s how it seemed on this night, when I started to spank her in rhythm to the way she moved. She came down hard, and I smacked her right cheek. She pulled up on my pole, and I volleyed with her left.
And then, inspiration striking, I began to spank both cheeks at once, slapping my hands on her rosy pink skin. I couldn t stop thinking about how sweet and warm her ass would be when I finished spanking her bottom.
Claire let out the loudest moan of the night, and then I saw her slide one hand under her body, knew she was touching her clit, watched as she grew suddenly still, and then started to tremble. Right as she came, I came with her, loving the way her body tightened on my cock, those inner muscles of hers gripping me to perfection.
I m there, she groaned, falling forward. Oh, God, Matt.
Right there with you, I told her, moving her hair aside so that I could playfully bite her shoulder.
I held her afterward, taking in her appearance, smiling as she shook out her long blonde mane of hair. Claire looked at the clock.
Oh, wow, are we going to be late, she sighed.
I looked at her and knew I wasn t done yet. That I had to fuck her again before we headed out to the party. But you know what they say: Better late . . .