An Illicit Afternoon

An Illicit Afternoon

Before the room's door was even half closed, they were in each other's arms. Propriety had been abandoned at the front door to the hotel. Here for these short moments, in this room, depravity and wickedness rule.

Their tongues finding each other, began dueling with passion. They fumbled at buttons as lust and want pounded in their chests. He slid his shoes off, where they went, they'd find them later.

"Please, let me" he said. She dropped her arms to her side as he began to undo the few remaining buttons holding her dress together. Each button undone revealed more of her pale skin and lacy demi bra. With the last button done, he slowly slid the light dress from her shoulders.

"My turn" she said with a smirk, stopping him from reaching around to continue his quest.

She quickly undid the few remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly removed it, tossing it aside. His tee shirt similarly found itself tossed to the side. She ran her hands down his chest, his nipples hardening under her touch. She reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. The leather that would see use later, she laid on the bed. She was certain of that. He would never deny her that. She popped the button on his jeans, hooked her thumbs in the sides and slid them down. As the jeans descended, she could see his cock was swelling, waiting for her to make it her own plaything.

He pulled her up and looked in her eyes, "My turn".

Her nipples poked firmly against the thin lace of her demi-bra, her areola clearly visible. He breath caught as he pulled her firmly against him. His arms wrapped around her, his hands clasped her bra and his fingers fumbled the hook, He worked it free. He planted soft kisses on her shoulders as his hands slid the straps off. He pulled back and let her breasts free, dropping the bra to the floor.

She pulled his head to her and the duel of tongues began anew. Her hands dropped down his sides as his arms wrapped around her, running his fingers along her back, grasping her hair in his hand and pulling her head back to expose her neck. He lustily kissed her sucking hard on both earlobes. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and began to tug them down. They hid her prize and she wanted it. He released her grip as she slid them down. Kneeling in front of him, she

stared at her prize. The head sensitive, already dripping with his own excitement. She parted and licked her lips as she leaned forward like a moth to flame. His pulse quickened as he felt the heat and force from her breath on his cock.

Looking down at her, he placed his hands on his shoulders and firmly told her "Not yet my slut." She paused and looked tentatively up.

Her eyes found his. "Stand" he said.

She slowly stood. He turned her around facing the bed and quickly removed her sodden panties.

He stood and whispered in her ear, "Bend over and spread your legs."

She complied, but had no idea what his next move would be. As she glanced behind her, he caught her looking.

"Eyes front." he said.

She heard rustling behind her and a sound that she was sure was a cap popping. He came back to the bed and placed a pillow in front of her. He then stood behind her and she could feel his thighs touching hers.

His cock pressed against her ass cheeks as he leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "You've been asking for this and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy fulfilling your request. Spread both your cheeks wide my little cock worshiping slut. You're going to be filled like you haven't been filled in a long time."

She could hear the lust dripping from every word. Obeying, she rested her head on the pillow and grabbed her cheeks. With excitement building in her body, her breath quickening, she waited for what was coming. She felt a cool, slick finger begin to circle her crinkled rosebud. She gasped and tensed at the touch.

"Relax, trust me" he whispered gently in her ear.

She felt his free hand gently caress her back. Her eyes closed and a whimper escaped her lips as she felt him gently enter her ass. It had been so long since anyone had deliberately and willfully touched her there. She savored the sensations, a bit of pain from the stretching of her anal ring. His lubed finger penetrated slowly but each millimeter of depth lessened the pain. She felt him twist and rotate his finger in her. Her breath became shorter, her pussy dripped juices down her thighs. He withdrew almost all the way out and then one quickly became two as a second slick finger probed her. More delicious pain as her sphincter muscle was forced wider by his fingers.

Again he whispered in her ear "Relax my slut, this is only the beginning, there is so much more to come."

He worked the two fingers in and out, rotating left and right, twisting and thrusting. Her breath coming in shorter gasps each time he bottomed out. Then, without warning, a third finger was felt. She moaned loudly as she stretched to accept the intruders.

"That's it, let yourself go," he whispered in her ear.

The heat in her pussy felt intense, the wetness she felt running down her thighs was proof to her, that in this moment, she belonged to him. She began to thrust her hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Please" she moaned.

"Please what my slut?" he asked.

"Please fuck my ass sir!" she begged.

"Not yet." he replied.

In a swift moment, she felt his fingers leave her ass, leave her wanting, leave her

on the edge of a cliff over a cool mountain lake that she desperately needed to leap off of. The feelings of his fingers were swiftly replaced by the feel of a hard, stiff object. Most certainly not a cock.

"I'm filling you with a plug my slut. You will wear it with pride because it's yours. It belongs to you and is for your pleasure" he said quietly in a soothing voice.

She felt the plug enter her, spreading her anal ring wider that his fingers. For a brief moment, she was scared, but like a moment, it passed. The plug was full inserted into her.

He whispered in her ear, "Now the games begin.

She stood, her knees against the bed, trembling, the plug inserted in her ass, her breath short and her heart beating like a drum. Beads of sweat had formed on her lip. Being full was the only way she could describe the sensations emanating from her ass. Tight also came to mind. His body pressed against her, his arms wrapped around her and his hands cupping her breasts and rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers.

She could feel the heat of his breath as he whispered in her ear, "What are you craving my slut. What do you need at this moment?"

"Your cock sir." she replied, in an almost lustful, begging tone.

"What about it?" he asked, trying to draw out her anguish.

"I want to worship it. " she replied, a bit more confidently but still with an undertone of dripping desire.

He got on the bed, sat down on his ankles and spread his knees wide, his cock hard and shiny with his own lust.

He motioned her and said, "On your hands and knees my beautiful temptress and look at my eyes."

She crawled onto the bed and positioned herself in front of him, never taking her eyes off of his.

A little smile crept across his lips as he said "You may touch my cock only with your lips."

Not taking her eyes off of his, she crept forward and leaned down and began kissing and caressing his cock with her soft, supple lips. She heard his gasp and could see him tense as she began working the sensitive head with her lips.

As she ran her lips along his shaft, he said "You made an error today. Do you know what that error was?"

She wracked her brain trying to determine what the transgression was. She honestly could think of nothing.

"No sir, I don't know" she replied. She purred as her lips continued to kiss his cock all over.

"Let me illuminate you my dear." he said. "You failed to thank the gentleman who held the door for you when you entered the lobby."

She paused her kissing for a moment. She remembered nothing about the lobby but him sitting in a chair. Her excitement of meeting clouded all other thoughts or even memories of the lobby.

"Politeness is important. It sets us apart. So, to atone for your transgression, you will receive ten swats." he said as she felt the cool touch of his belt sliding across her back.

It raised goosebumps, tracing a line across her skin. From hip to shoulder and dragging by the tip across her back to the other side. The sensual feel of the leather deepened her lustful feelings. She was now craving not only the taste of his cock, but also the sting of the leather.

As her panting grew heavier, he said to her, "Indulge yourself as you receive your punishment."

As she engulfed him into her mouth, her tongue sliding and rolling along his shaft, she heard the whoosh of the belt and felt the sharp sting of the leather against her soft cheek. "One!" he said. She could feel his hips begin to undulate as she worked her mouth on his shaft.

She grunted as the second swat landed on her other cheek. She relished the sting and the beginnings of a warm sensation on her skin.

"Ten, only ten, I wish it were twenty" she thought to herself. Each swat brought a sting and a delicious spreading warmth and caused her to grab his ass with her hands and drive him into her mouth. She relished in the sensations of the warmth on her ass, the cock in her mouth and the sounds of intense pleasure from him.

By the tenth blow, she panted air through her nose and whimpered with delight. She wondered if she could orgasm just from this. Through all of this, his body reacted with increasing fervor, seeking its own release from the magic she unleashed with her tongue and lips. Panting and breathing hard, he pulled himself away from her, his cock glistened in the lamplight. With a labored breath he said "My turn." She turned her head and he saw her wicked smirk as she licked her lips.

His body trembled under the intense assault of her dancing tongue and hot mouth. She's a master at this and he knew that he had to pull back from the edge he was on. He wanted to prolong the sensations. Race to the edge and pull back. It was time to pull back. Using all his willpower, he pulled her off of his throbbing cock. Regaining some composure, he looked at her and simply said, "My turn."

Her seemingly sad face was quickly replaced with a mischievous smirk.

"Lay back," he said. Not really a command, not a request, but the lust and desire in his voice was readily apparent. He grabbed a pillow and scooted it under her hips, elevating them and letting him see her glistening mons, open, wet, dripping and begging to be devoured.

"Patience" he thought to himself. Kneeling, he lifted her right foot to his mouth and began to tickle her toes with this tongue. He smiled at her as he continued licking, kissing, and sucking his way down the sole of her foot and to her calf. His free hand roamed up and down her left leg as far as he could reach, kneading and caressing her muscles. Her eyes were closed and her fingers absently rolled her nipples and squeezed her breasts. He tickled the back of her knee with feather kisses and the hairs of his beard. Instead of moving up her thigh, he moved on to her left leg, repeating the process to her knee.

He started caressing the soft skin of her thighs with his fingertips and his tongue. He saw the traces of her juices that an overheated pussy had leaked earlier and began to lick up each trail. Higher and higher, switching legs he moved. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, urging him on. He moved his arms under her thighs and his hands to the top of her mons. His thumbs spread her folds until he saw her clit peeking out from under its hood daring him on.

He lightly flicked it up with the tip of his tongue and then quickly down. Even though it was well drenched by her own doing, his saliva added additional lubrication to the sensitive nub. He began a rapid up and down flicking assault on her clit. Her hips were beginning to writhe and her moans began.

His right hand searched for and found the lube that had earlier eased the insertion of her green jeweled plug. His fingers quickly popped the lid and a generous dollop of lube found his fingers. While he continued to suck, flick and hum on her clit, his fingers teased her entrance and began to search inward.

His two finger searched for her g-spot, rubbing along the top of her channel, feeling for that rough spot of flesh. Using a come here motion with his fingers, he was soon rewarded when she moaned louder and her hips began to thrust against him. With steady pressure and movement of his fingers and the sucking pressure of his mouth on her clit, she suddenly grasped his head with her hands pressing him hard against her. She ground her hip and her moans became louder.

He could hear her gasp for breath and she began to chant "Fuck, Fuck.." Without warning, she let out a loud gasp followed by a shuddering moan. He felt her squirt her juices and thrust her hips against his face with abandon. Once he realized she'd squirted, he hummed louder, vibrating her clit. In rapid succession she moaned loudly, her body tensed and she trapped his head with her hands and thighs. An almost strangled scream announced another orgasm.

He continued his assault, determined to hear her beg him to stop. With gasping breaths, her thighs relaxed and fell to the side.

She said "Too sensitive...Please!". He withdrew his fingers from her and gave her clit a final, gentle swipe.

He moved up and lay next to her, pulling her in close as she came down from her orgasms. He kissed her, fondling her hair and stroking her face.

He smiled at her and said "You're amazing."

They lay quietly, basking in the warm glow that filled them from the pleasures they had each received and given. She took a water bottle off the nightstand, took a long pull and handed it to her lover. He took a much needed drink and with just a look in his eyes, he asked if she needed more. He leaned over her, his chest to hers as he sat the bottle back down.

Gazing in her eyes, he began to nibble on her lips. Parting hers, they began to gently duel their tongues, in no rush, they let the passion build again. Their kisses, at the start, gentle and loving, soon turned to lust and hunger, desire for each other flaring in their eyes. Their breathing, panting, hungered. Their hands, roaming, clutching, kneading. He dipped his head, searching for her neck. Nipping her, kissing there, gentle sucking elsewhere. His fingers searched for her clit, rubbing and then entering her, stroking in and out. His hunger was boundless. He moved again toward her breasts, spurred on by her moans and breathing. He sought out her nipples, hard and firm, with his mouth. Suckling one then the other, over and over.

Tracing his way back to her ear with the tip of his tongue, his hand firmly on her hip, he whispered hungrily "Ride me."

He rolled on to his back, bringing her with him. She perched above him, reaching down for his straining cock. In a moment, she decided to prolong his torture and enhance her own pleasures, her own desires. Grasping his cock firmly, she slowly slid it through her already puffy lips, splitting them. Running the head of his cock against her clit, gasping in pleasure as it rubbed firmly against her.

She smirked at him, reveling in the sensations as she pleased herself. She moved his shaft to her center and slowly slid down until she was firmly seated and her clit hard against him.

When he entered her, the sensations caused by his cock in her pussy and the plug in her ass were incredible. She felt so full, something she'd never felt before. The sinful feeling of both the plug and his cock were soon driving her to heights she didn't know existed. His hands gripped her hips as she rode with increasing vigor. He began to thrust up, meeting her each time she plunged down toward him.

The collisions generated sparks in her clit as it mashed against his body. She could feel her orgasm building and she leaned her body forward so his searching mouth could latch onto her aching nipples. His mouth found her nipples and greedily sucked them in. Her thrusting faltered as her suddenly came, the sensations overwhelmed her and she moaned loudly, repeatedly, not caring who might have heard. She clung to him, her body twitching and trembling as the aftershocks raced through her.

Holding her, kissing her gently, his hard cock still firmly planted in her, he rolled her gently onto her back and repositioned himself between her. His thrusting was slow and gentle at first, just probing, wetting her again. He varied the depth, some short thrusts, some deeper, some fully seated. He alternated between long slow plunges into her depths and rapid strokes that pushed in part way. His breathing became rapid and faltering. Her panting and moans drove him on. As he neared the edge of the cliff, he pulled back, withdrawing completely.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "On your hands and knees my sinful slut."

He rose up off of her and rested on his knees. She rapidly assumed the position, ass up, the jewel, firmly planted in her ass glinting. He gripped her hip with one hand and guided his throbbing cock right into her center. He plunged deeply in a single thrust. He aggressively pounded into her. His hands on her hips bringing her back to meet each thrust in. Her breasts swung wildly. She laid her head on the mattress and reached back to rub her clit with abandon as he pounded into her.

His vision began to narrow and his breathing became erratic, he groaned each time he met her. He saw the edge of the cliff racing toward him. Part of him didn't care at all if he ran right off the edge, but another part, a baser part pulled him from the brink. Panting, he ground one final thrust into her.

She was so close, so close when he suddenly stopped. She felt him begin to pull the plug from her ass where it had been firmly lodged and giving her so many new sensations.

Once it popped free, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Relax."

She felt the cool lube of something new entering her stretched rosebud.

On her knees, her head resting on a pillow, she felt herself stretch painfully for a moment, followed by a pleasant sensation as the wide base of the plug spread her rosebud, allowing it to pass. The stretching feeling diminished as the tapered plug was withdrawn, but she suddenly felt empty.

He ran his hands across her pale cheeks, gripping, squeezing and rubbing as he explored her. He leaned down and began to kiss and nibble her pale skin as his hands continued to move. He blew his hot breath across her puckered rosebud and heard her inhale deeply while she clenched herself.

Putting a generous amount of lube on his fingers, he began to insert one, then two., twisting and stretching with each thrust and withdrawal. He continued to blow his breath across her, causing her to react and clench down on his probing fingers. Soon, she began to push her hips back to meet his fingers as they drove in. Her panting increased and her moans began to grow louder. With his other hand, he lube up his hard cock, his eyes ablaze with desire.

He placed the head of his cock against her and began to slowly push in. He felt her ring give way under the pressure. The slick head popped past the ring and it instantly tightened on him. The feelings of her muscle tightly holding his cock were exquisite. Slowly he pushed forward, pausing to allow her to adjust. Half way in, he began to withdraw and then pushed his cock inward, going deeper with each thrust.

Before he was even seated, he felt her push back to meet his thrusts. His breathing deepened and he grunted each time he was completely in. Her moans stirred him on, urging him to aggressively take her. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, hard. He sensed as she frantically rubbed her clit, moaning and panting. He could feel her body ripple under him as she sought her own pleasure. He grunted and strained to pull her to him, he could feel the familiar tingling in his balls as he raced to the edge of the cliff. This time, there would be nothing to hold him back. He was going to leap and exhilarate in every moment till he splashed into the water below.