I can see that Jamie is involved in whatever he’s doing and quietly get out of my chair and head down the hall. As soon as I’m out of his line of sight, I strip off my shirt and drop it to the floor for him to find when he begins to get curious about where I went. Before heading upstairs, I unhook my bra and leave it hanging over the banister; then climb the stairs with my big heavy boobs bouncing and swaying as I move. Once upstairs, I leave a trail of clothes down the hall to the bedroom, where I drop my panties just outside the door. Arranging some pillows where I’m going to lie, I settle down to wait for Jamie to come find me lying naked on the bed with my legs spread open so he can see all the pleasures I have to offer him.
Trembling with anticipation as I wait to hear him climbing the stairs, I lie there thinking about the teasing I had just given my young on-line lover and the pleasures yet to come, and the longer I wait, the hornier I become.
Seeking some much needed relief, I begin running my hands down my body and up again to my breasts, savoring the feeling as my grasping fingers find the hard nubs of my nipples. Imagining Jamie standing in the doorway watching, I bring one nipple up to my mouth, flicking my tongue across it, then repeat with the other one.
As the passion rises, I continue the imaginary show, one hand holding a nipple to my lips, while the other slowly slides down my body until it finds its destination between my widely spread legs. Once there, I slide a couple fingers between my lips, circling my hard clit before thrusting them deep into my soaking wet snatch.
Still needing more, I roll over to get my vibrator from the drawer. I start by rubbing it over my nipples, letting the feel of deep pulsing vibrations drive my excitement further as I continue rubbing my hard clit with my fingers.
As I get more excited, I bring the vibrator down to my clit and OMG, does that get me started! My libido goes into overdrive as I lay there sliding that vibrating toy in and out, gasping for breath as the tingling deep within tells me an orgasm is coming.
I drop the vibrator and begin using my fingers for better control, working them all around my clit, then thrusting them deep inside, before moving back to my swollen clit as the tingling sensation continues to intensify until it explodes in a blinding flash of light. My whole body spasms over and over as an orgasmic tidal wave washes over me. Then several smaller shudders leave me breathless as I start to come back down.
I hadn’t heard him coming, so he caught me by surprise when I opened my eyes and found him standing in the doorway watching me pleasure myself. I begin to breathe faster anticipating what is to come as he walks in and sits down beside me. He starts gently massaging my full breasts, tweaking my already hard nipples before reaching down between my thighs.
Slipping a couple fingers up inside my soaking snatch, he feels how wet I am and asks, “What's got you all heated up?”
Putting on my best innocent act, I answer, “Nothing...”
“Looks like it was a pretty hot ‘nothing’ to me, Pat,” he says with this smug surety in his voice. “Have you been playing on the internet again?”
Still trying to look sweet and innocent, “Whatever makes you think that?”
Feigning anger, he shoots back, “Yeah, right!! I see how you are!! I think you’ve been teasing some young buck again. Telling him how much you want to suck his big black cock.“
“But this was a white guy…”
“Aha!! The truth comes out.”
“What was his name?”
“I-I-I … guess I hadn’t noticed.” I stammered out.
“You just had sex with this guy and you don’t even know his name? Just some random stranger who wanted to fuck and you said, ‘Sure.’ Where I come from who have a word for women like you!! YEW have been playing your slut-ty little games in the chat rooms; and THEN you expect ME to take care of your problem when you get all heated up!” His is voice just dripping with contempt, but the look on his face (not to mention the bulge in his jeans) tells the real story - he's as turned on as I am. “What did I tell you about playing these slutty little games?”
“You said you didn’t mind me being a slut as long as I was your slut and you got your share of the benefits. Are you complaining?”
“And THEN …” he continues, “After playing your slutty little games, you DARE to start without me. You've been a naughty, naughty girl, Pat. Assume the position!”
I kneel on the edge of the bed with my butt in the air and my knees spread open; trembling with anticipation as I hear him move to the bedside table and pull out the paddle we keep there.
I feel his hand caress first one cheek then the other and then a quick touch between my legs, fingering my clit just enough to get a deep moan from me. Then he pulls his hand away and I can feel the cool wood of the paddle touch my buns. He stands there, letting the anticipation build, for several long minutes before he starts to spank my butt. Knowing how I like it, he paddles me with a slow, even strokes that are hard enough to feel but not really sting – at least not any one stroke.
As the heat builds and my cheeks turn pink I begin to moan and move my hips and butt. After a few strokes, he stops and caresses my cheeks again - testing the heat, then slipping his hand between my thighs to tease my clit just long enough to keep me on the edge of another orgasm. Then he begins to spank me again, a little harder, but still taking it slow so I can savor every stroke.
And I do.
A shiver runs through my body every time he touches my clit; moving my hips back against his teasing fingers, desperately trying to come before he stops and goes back to using the paddle.