River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations (21 page)

“I do indeed. Very nice. I’d like you to take a day and or two and think about whether or not you want surgery, Miss Hancock. I don’t recommend scheduling anything today. It’s a big decision.”

With just a few more light caresses of their hands, my body boiled in need. “Okay…um…ah…bathroom…I mean, where’s the closest restroom?”

“It’s right here. Help yourself.” Debra opened up a door.

It was as if I was a track star hurling myself to the finish line. “Okay. Thanks so much. I’ll be in touch.”

I slammed the door shut and tore off my saturated thong. It hit the ground with a splat. I pressed my back into the wall, cooling my overheated flesh. My fingers flew to my puffy clit and I went to town on myself. It had been way too long since I came. All those mornings being hammered to the cusp without a release turned me into a lustful lunatic.

As I grinded against my hand, my legs gave way, and I slid down the wall onto the floor. Spreading myself wider, I rammed two fingers inside and worked my sopping hole. A third digit wedged in, joining my lone carnal copulation. Yes. This was good, but not good enough. I got on all fours and fucked myself into next week. Both hands worked vigorously, rubbing my fat nub, and trouncing my drenched cunt with the force of a ten inch cock. I couldn’t stifle my cries of impending ecstasy. This was raw and nasty, but it was what my pussy was desperate for, what it demanded in this depraved moment on the bathroom floor. A mighty spasm rocked my walls and reduced me to a flaying mass of quivering, coming, craziness while I rode out my scintillating currents of pleasure.

Mired in sweat, with jelly limbs, my breath returned to normal and I vowed two things: Jason and I were going to spice things up in the bedroom, and I was never coming back here.

Twenty-four hours later, I changed my mind when Jason made a comment about eating M&M’S after dinner. I also caught him ogling our neighbor Elizabeth’s ample bosom when we bumped into her in the parking lot of our condominium complex.

I decided against the liposuction, but scheduled the breast augmentation for the first week of October when Jason would be out of town.

The other vow was a go. No more fucking myself like an animal in heat on the bathroom floor when I had perfectly good boyfriend who could do it for me.

“Hey, you’re home early?” Jason said with his eyes glued to the TV.

I carried my grocery goodies to the kitchen. “Not only that, I’m going to make dinner.”

“And by dinner do you mean you’re going to make a mess?”

I double fisted two bottles of red wine and marched to the TV room. “No. I mean we are going to celebrate.”

“Celebrate? But our anniversary isn’t until next weekend? What’s so special about this one?”

“Well, if you recall, the weekend before I agreed to go out with you, I was sitting alone in the dining hall. You asked me out and I said, no, but you sat down anyway and asked me twenty questions. So, tonight we’re going to kick back and I’m going to ask the questions.”

“Sounds good. Can it wait until after the game?”

Three more innings and a bottle and a half of wine later, Jason and I sat on the couch facing one another. He clasped my hands in his. “Okay. I see that beautiful brain spinning. You definitely have something on your mind. What’s going on, babe?”

I was just the perfect amount of drunk, so I licked my lips and forged on. “I do have a question for you. A very torrid one. One might say, scandalous.”

“You have my full attention. Ask away.”

My skin flushed in anticipation of his answer. “What’s your ultimate sexual fantasy? If you could do anything you want, what would it be?”

His eyes grew twice their size. “Jennifer Lawrence and Katy Perry.”

My mouth gaped open. “What?”

“Yeah. And if I’m really living large, let’s throw Emma Stone in the mix. That way I’d have a blonde, brunette, and a red head.”

I swatted his leg. “No. That’s not what I meant. I meant with me.”

“You’re welcome to watch.”

I moved to the other side of couch. “Forget it.”

He pulled me onto his lap. “Babe, don’t be like that. I’m just messing around. Ask me again.”

“No. I feel stupid now.”

I started to get off his lap and he caught me around the waist, hurling me down on the sofa. “Jason. Stop it.”

He pinned my arms down. “Not a chance. Ask me again.”

I gazed into his smoldering eyes filled with fire. “What’s your ultimate fantasy? If you could do anything you want. What would it be?”

The corners of his mouth up turned in that roguish way of his. He released my arms and tore off my shorts in one smooth move, leaving me naked from the waist down. “You know what I want. I want my cock buried in your ass, balls deep.”

Oh, fuck me in the ass. What have I done?
I swallowed hard. “That’s it? You don’t have any other fantasies involving, like produce or dairy products? You could tie me up and blindfold me. I think I’d like that.”

He opened my legs and skimmed my sex with his fingertips. “But that’s your fantasy. Which we can do another night.” Jason slowly dipped a finger in and out of me. “Tonight is for me, and I’m going to take your ass right after I take you across my knee and spank you.”

I expelled a shaky breath. “You want to spank me?”

“Yes, babe. And you want me to. You got wetter the minute I said the word.”

I could not deny it. The thought of lying across his lap like a naughty plaything provoked a rousing spring of moisture below. I glanced up at him and nodded in agreement.

He grasped me by the forearms. “No time like the present.” Without hesitating, he hauled me over his lap and I let out a squeal. Jason chuckled a bit. “I’ve been waiting to punish this juicy rump for years. Think about it. All the times you left the dishes in the sink, and the hours I’ve had to wait for you. Hell, you made me wait two weeks before you’d go out with me. It’s payback time, Sylvie. Are you ready?”

“Um…okay…” I read about stuff like this in the erotic books I borrowed from Ashley. They were stories of women being spanked and disciplined. They all had one thing in common: mind blowing, off the chart, orgasms. I was ready to join the ranks of Chloe, Nia, and Abigail. I spread myself, longing for him to touch me. To amp up what simmered within. Instead, he brought his hand down and smacked my left cheek with a biting crack. It smarted for an instant and then a sizzling heat flowed through me like warm butter. The second spank on the other cheek was even more intense. He massaged my buttocks and then let loose with a barrage of quick, chastising swats.

An endorphin rush swirled through every nerve ending. I love/hated it. I loved how my body reveled in the pain, but hated that Jason wouldn’t touch me.

I cried out. “Ahhh…Jason…oh my goodness…I need…”

“You need to shut it, babe. This is about what I need tonight.” His voice was rough and his thick erection pressed against my tummy. “I’m enjoying watching your pretty ass flesh jiggle while you take your punishment.” His palms caressed each cheek. “I’m going to spank this ass until it glows brighter than lights on the River Walk at night.” His hand descended on my bottom with maximum force. Each fervent lash produced a greater need below, and it was as if my mind embarked on its own separate journey. What was happening to me?

Abruptly, he ceased. “Sylvie, I want you on the floor, ass in the air, completely naked.”

Bewildered, I peeled off my top, scrambled to the floor and submitted to his request with my heart racing. Jason had never been so forceful and commanding before.

Once in position, he patted my freshly spanked rear. “Hold this position and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

His footsteps scuffed across the carpet. Where was he going? My ass was in the air like I just didn’t care. What could possibly be so…oh…maybe he was fetching lube. This could really hurt since Jason was so well endowed. At least, I thought he was. I didn’t have anything else to compare him to. He was my first and only. And soon, hopefully, I would be his wife. I could do this. I could give this to him. Talk about sealing the deal.

As I waited, my body came down off its spanking high, and a sliver of trepidation crept in. Tension gripped my core and careened outward. Part of me wished I had been like my girlfriends in high school and succumbed to butt sex pressure. Then I’d have some idea what to expect. They used to say if you took it up the ass, technically you were still a virgin. They called it the ‘poop-hole loop-hole’. One thing I wasn’t escaping was the impending reaming of my rear.

“Nice Sylvie.” Jason said as he knelt down beside me. “You look so fuck-able.”

I peered over my shoulder and caught sight of his savage gaze on my bottom. “Jason, can I ask you something?”

“Go for it babe.”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Sylvie, I’m a guy. What do you think?”

“I don’t know. We never really talked about it that much. I wondered if there was something we were supposed to do first.”

“You don’t trust me?”

I sighed. “Uh…I…I’m sorry. I…I want to do this. I want to do this for you. It’s your fantasy.”

He slapped my bum. “That’s more like it. My fantasy. My rules.” His lips lightly touched the small of my back. “My Sylvie, your ass is mine.”

The distinct click of a plastic lid resonated in the quiet room, followed by squirting of the lube and my heart beat thudding in my ears.

Jason’s slippery digit rested at my snuggest entryway. “Relax, babe. This is just my finger. I’m going to coat your ass with the lube.”

I exhaled, emptying the air out of my lungs as he pushed his finger inside. “Oh…oh my gosh.” It swayed in and out with ease and the quivers of desire trembled deep inside me. Jason’s other hand landed on my pussy. He spread my lips and teased my clit until it throbbed in need.

“It’s good. Isn’t it Sylvie?”

“Yes.” I panted. “It’s so good.”

“My cock is going to feel even better.”

His hands retreated and I looked over my shoulder to find him applying a liberal portion of lube on his steely erection, making it glisten like a sinewy sword ready for battle.

For a second, our eyes met. “Jason. I love you.”

His gaze roamed over my body. “I love you too.”

I braced for impact with my head down and my forearms pressed against the carpet. Jason spread my cheeks and smeared one final dollop of lube on my now clenching hole. Every muscle in my body strained and froze.

He ran his fingertips down the length of my spine. “Don’t be nervous. You’re going to love it. I’ll go as slow as I can, but once I’m balls deep, I won’t last long.”

The bulging tip of his cock nudged inside with a slick freeness, so he sunk in the next few inches without apprehension. His primal grunts echoed in the condo. I’d never heard his voice filled with so much lust as he gently sawed my tunnel.

He stilled and his grip tightened on my hips. “Fuck, Sylvie, your sweet cherry bomb feels so fucking good. Breathe. I’m giving you more.”

I shrieked as he packed more inches into my stretching chasm, slicing me open like a fresh, unsullied plum. The pain morphed into something else, something that I didn’t understand, something delicious I wanted more of, as my mind floated on a heady trip of its own.

With his cock thrusting and begging for full immersion, I screamed. “Take me. Take me to your balls.”

“Fuck yes.” One hand clutched my shoulder as he crammed the rest of his cock inside. He defiled my ass with sweat flying, ball slapping abandonment. The sensual torment collided with a sweet pleasure. Yes. This was an indescribable decadent…

“Ah fuck babe…Jesus.” A string of growling obscenities tore out of Jason’s mouth as he pumped my ass full of his hot cream. My walls clamped down on his cock like a vice grip, squeezing every last morsel out of him as our moans of ecstasy, quieted to heaving pants.

My body still grappled in its quest of full release, but something cathartic happened that I couldn’t explain. Jason’s grateful lips peppered my back with soft kisses.

“Oh, babe. That was fucking awesome. Did you come?”

“Didn’t you hear me screaming? So…you know…it was…great. Um…Jason. Your dick is still in my butt.”

“Shit. Sorry.” He slowly extracted us from our sticky cum mess and my wilted limbs folded beneath me. I curled up on my side with his seed leaking from my now sore bum.

Jason tossed me my clothes. “Are you all right?”

“I guess so. I think I’m just spent.”

“Babe, you can’t lay there. Don’t you want to get cleaned up in the shower or something?”

I muttered. “Maybe a bath. Would you take a bath with me?”

“You know I hate baths. But, how about I draw you one and pour you another glass of wine?” Jason hoisted me in his arms with a grunt.

“Am I too heavy?”

He smiled. “Either you’re too heavy or my legs are toast from fucking your ass. Your hot, tight ass.”

His lips came down on mine and he surprised me with a gentle, romantic kiss. It was the only time he kissed me all night, but the tenderness and love he poured into it said everything. Even if I didn’t come, fulfilling his fantasy brought us closer together. I was more convinced than ever he would propose on our anniversary.

As he released my mouth and carried me to the bathroom, tiny droplets of his cum dripped out of my butt and onto the carpet, the clean carpet that he shampooed himself on a regular basis.

I giggled. “I shouldn’t laugh, but I’m leaving a trail of Jason jizz. Your clean carpet is soiled in a special sauce.”

“I’m aware. What do you think I’ll be doing while you’re in the bathtub?”

“Was it worth it?”

“Totally.”

CHAPTER THREE

“So, is Andrew on board? He’ll be at Bria Thursday night?” Ashley asked anxiously at La Paloma during lunch. “I must admit, ever since you pointed out we were both single, I’ve thought of nothing else but Andrew naked. I mean, at the time I wanted to kill you for putting us on the spot, but now I want to fuck him.”

“But, it’s not just that, you like him, right?”

“Yes. I’d really like to fuck him.”

Oh bless!
What was I thinking?
At Ashley’s urging, I hatched a plan to get them in a room alone. I invited them to join Jason and me at Bria on Thursday night, only I was going to make up a fake emergency at the last minute and not come. Ashley and Andrew would be in the private Alamo dining room on their own. She’d be all dressed up with no one to blow, hoping Andrew would take the bait.