Message-ID: <16771eli$9810270535@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16771.txt> From: suthrnlrd@hotmail.com (SuthrnLrd) Subject: REPOST: "Just A Typical Friday Night" (M/F, cons, sex, romance, spanking) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: suthrnlrd@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3634ecc9.27256905@news.mindspring.com> ---------standard disclaimer---------- This is a work of erotic fiction. If you're too young to legally read this, or if you think you might be offended if you read it, don't. This story is copyright 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can use it any way you want for your own personal enjoyment, but if you rip off my work and try to pass it off as your own, or if you archive my work and charge money to read it, then you suck. -----end of standard disclaimer------ Just a Typical Friday Night (M/F, cons, sex, romance, spanking) by SuthrnLrd Your bedroom is warm, suffused with the scent of incense and fresh flowers, and lit only with candles. Soft music plays on your stereo. The atmosphere is perfect. You are dressed as I have instructed you: a thin, silk blouse and a short skirt, and nothing else. I can already see the hardness of your nipples through the blouse, and I haven't so much as said a word. "Hello, sweet," I say, smiling at you. I am dressed in black slacks and a black, long-sleeved shirt. You smile at me, but it is a smile that covers a deep wellspring of need. I circle you, drinking in your beauty with my eyes. My hand reaches out to touch the fabric of your blouse. My fingertips run along your shoulder, then down your back. I stand close behind you, letting you feel the heat of my breath on your cheek. "You are mine," I whisper in your ear. Your body trembles, and I kiss your cheek. "For the rest of the night, you are my plaything. Now spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck." I step back and watch you as you obey. You breathe heavily, still trembling. I put my hands on your wrists and run them along the smooth surface of the blouse to your elbows, then along the undersides of your arms. I reach around and cup your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric and pressing my body against yours. You feel the pressure of my hands manipulating your breasts through the softness of the silk, and your nipples become ever harder as the silk gently rubs against them. You can only moan and wish you could squeeze your legs together, or break from your position and embrace me. But you know that it pleases me to build this desire in you, to make you hungry for me. I smile as I kiss the backs of your hands. One by one I unfasten the buttons of your blouse. I stop about halfway down and take your wrists in my hands, removing them from your neck and placing them on top of your head. I kiss the back of your neck, and you shiver as I finish unbuttoning your blouse. I strip the blouse from your body, allowing you to remove your hands from your head only long enough to pull out of the sleeves. Now I kneel behind you and run my hands along your calves, up your legs, over your thighs. I bring my hands up between your legs, _almost_ touching your pussy, then caressing back down your legs. I do this several times, and each time I can feel your body react as my hands approach your pussy. You want so very much for me to touch you there, and you moan in frustration every time my hands reverse direction. You bite your lip as you struggle with your body's sexual tension. I take your skirt and slide it over your ass and let it fall to the floor. With only my hands, I command you to lift each foot just long enough for me to discard your skirt. You are now delightfully naked before me, and I cannot help but circle you again and admire your loveliness. The way your breasts thrust out with your hands behind your neck, your nipples reaching out to me, pleading with me to touch them, drawing me to them. I bend over and take your left nipple in my mouth, caressing your other with my thumb and forefinger. Oh, how sweet your nipples are! I lose myself in them, barely aware that you are moaning and mewling at the stimulation. I can't help myself, I must taste this sweet flesh, let my lips and tongue get their fill, let my fingers pull and pinch and rub. Reluctantly, I pull myself away from these delights. I move back behind you, running my fingers over your body as I walk. I kneel down behind you again, touch both of your inner thighs, and press outward. "Spread your legs wider, pet." You obey, but I only chuckle. "Wider." You spread your legs as far as they will comfortably go, and I pat and rub your thighs to show you I'm pleased with your obedience. I place a series of small, wet kisses on the backs of your thighs, and listen as you exhale a long, need-filled sigh. I place the tip of the index finger of my right hand on the flesh of your left inner thigh and trace a line right up almost to your pussy. Then I trace an identical line on your right inner thigh with my left index finger. You are so wet that even though I have not yet touched your pussy, each index finger is now sticky with your juices. I continue this slow torment, retracing each line over and over again, making a trail of your own wetness along your inner thighs. Your legs tremble as I continue, and you wonder how much more you can bear. Then suddenly, after dozens of these little traces, and with no warning that any of them will ever go higher than they have, I let my finger continue until it is touching your outer labia. You cry out with the shock of the sudden change, and you cannot help but shift your position to try to give your pussy more contact with my finger. I withdraw my hand and give your naked ass several quick, sharp spanks. "Did I give you permission to move, pet?" You whimper. "No, my Lord." "Then why did you move?" "I--I'm sorry, my Lord. I couldn't help myself." I smile at your distress. "You do realize you will have to be punished, don't you?" "Oh! Yes--yes, my Lord." I begin tracing the lines on your inner thighs again, but not touching your pussy. You are shaking now, wondering how much more of this you can stand. How long can this go on? How long can you maintain composure? And then again, suddenly, there is the shock of my finger on your labia. This time, you struggle to stay still, and you succeed. "Very good, pet," I smile. I stroke your labia slowly, staying away from your clit. The urge to bury my tongue in your pussy is strong, but I manage to restrain my own desires. As wet as you are, and as aroused as you are, we still have a long way to go. Finally, just when it seems you can take no more, I stop and rise to my feet. I walk in front of you and lift your chin. I want you to look right at me. Then I step back and begin removing my clothes. My eyes remain locked on yours, but you cannot help looking me up and down as I strip. Your eyes are filled with need. And when the last of my clothing hits the floor and I stand before you as naked as you are, the lust in your eyes is almost overwhelming. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bed. Using only my hands, I make you stand in your submissive posture again. Then I sit on the bed and press my back against the headboard. I reach out and lightly pinch your right nipple, knowing it will send a jolt of electricity directly to your pussy. "Drape yourself across my lap, sweet." You obey without hesitation. Within moments, you are lying across my lap. You can feel my hard cock against your side, and I know what an exercise of will it is to lie still next to the thing you crave. My right hand rubs and caresses your wonderful ass flesh. "Arch your back for me, pet," I command. You do so, raising your ass as high as it will go. "Good, pet, very good." And I raise my hand and bring it down solidly upon your ass. And again. And again. I build up a rhythm to the spanking, enjoying the sight of your pert ass bouncing under the sting of my hand. You cannot stop the cries that escape your lips and mix with the sound of the spanking, creating a marvelous duo of melody and countermelody. Without interrupting the improvisational music of the spanking, I work my left hand between your legs and finally give your pussy some of the attention it needs. I begin to rub your clit in tempo with the spanking, and I can tell that your first orgasm is not long in coming. Your cries are quite loud now, and only part of that is from the intensity of the spanking. I can feel you going over the edge, and I begin really slapping your ass as hard as I can, all the while rubbing your clit. You moan as you come, and I turn up the sensations as high as I can. My right hand is absolutely pounding your ass now in a volley of blistering spanks, and my left hand is rubbing you almost frantically. Your orgasm is at its peak, and your whole body is shuddering, and you cannot stop moaning. I begin lightly pinching your clit, trying to wring as much sensation out of your body as I can. You moan louder as a second orgasm comes pounding in on top of the first one. And then the wave of the orgasm recedes, and I stop the spanking and remove my fingers from your clit. I rub and soothe your reddened ass, feeling the little after-tremors run through your body. I have held back my own need as long as I can, and I must have you. Now. I help you off my lap and make you kneel before me on all fours, facing away from me. I spread your legs and press my eager cock against your pussy. But before I begin, I give you the most important command of the evening. "Don't move." You whimper and try to hold still as I slowly penetrate you. I work myself in so very, very slowly, and it drives you mad that you cannot move to hurry the process. Every fiber of your being cries out to you to ignore my command and grind against me, yet somehow you find the strength to obey. At last, my cock is buried in you to the hilt. I grab your waist and push even harder, making sure you are filled with me. And then, like you, I hold perfectly still. "Close your eyes, my pet." I want you to completely focus on the sensation of being filled. I want it to become your only awareness, obliterating everything else in your universe. And so I remain kneeling behind you, motionless, thrust inside you as far as I can go. We become one pulsing, yearning statue carved out of pure desire. And then, just when you are focused on one sensation, I give you another. I clench the muscles at the base of my cock. The sudden expansion forces a moan from your lips. I relax, but it is too late for you. You begin to whimper, silently pleading with me. And so I clench again. And again. And again. You are being hurled along, carried by another wave, approaching another orgasm. When I sense that you are getting close, I stop clenching. I pause for a few moments, letting you teeter near the edge. Then I start fucking you. Hard. There is no gentleness to this. My hands are still grasping your waist, and with each motion I withdraw my cock almost all the way out, then pull you back as I thrust forward, slamming me into you again and again and again. "Oh! Oh! Oh! God! Ung! Oh! Nnn!" You can't get anything over one syllable out of your mouth. And you can't stop vocalizing either. But it's not enough for me. Not _nearly_ enough. "Louder," I command you. Your volume goes up. Your inhibition goes down. Your cries become sweeter to my ears. But I'm greedy. I want more. "Louder!" I want to break down every last inhibition. I don't even want you to have a choice about it. You must learn that when you come, you must come with your vocal chords as well. And you're doing better. But I think you could do better still. "LOUDER!" I scream at you. I begin slapping your ass hard while I fuck you. And there it is. You lose all control. You scream and moan and wail like a banshee. Oh, it's such music to my ears. I stop spanking you and grab your waist again, thrusting into you harder. "Come," I command you. I know it's a pointless command, as you're already coming like crazy. "Say 'yes, my Lord.'" It's all you can do to gasp out "yes, my Lord!" "COME!" "Yes, my Lord!" And we are both screaming, and I come with you, and in you, and we move together, and the smell of sex mixes with the incense and the flowers and we are both lost in each other as the wave carries us on and on... We lie in bed. You have fallen asleep in my arms. My eyelids are heavy, and I know I will be joining you soon in whatever dream world you have drifted into. I kiss your forehead. "Goodnight, my sweet." ----------------- SuthrnLrd suthrnlrd@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>