Dirty Martini Erotica
"Wild Weekend" a sex story by Iona Blair
FRIDAY
"Why don't you come with me," Kelly invited. It was another scorcher in July, and they were closing up the offices of Acme Accounting for the day.
Gail dabbed at the perspiration beading on her upper lip, and looked uncertain.
It was Kelly's birthday, and two old friends, Carl and Betsy, were hosting a party for her.
"Oh I don't know," Gail hedged. "I don't think I'd be very good company."
"You need to get out more often," Kelly insisted, tugging a comb through her cropped red hair, tinted the color of flame. "Cooped up all alone night after night isn't good for you."
Gail knew that Kelly was right. Since her divorce she had kept herself more or less isolated. "Okay then I'll come," she agreed on impulse, checking her slightly heat-worn appearance in the mirrored wall panel.
"You look gorgeous kiddo, don't worry," Kelly assured her. A voluptuous amazon of a woman herself, she admired Gail's petite figure and light blond hair.
Gail would always remember this moment as the turning point between her old life, dull and predictable, and the awakening of the sexual side of her nature. And she would attribute this ninety-degree turn, at least in part, to the relentless heat of the record-breaking summer. Sometimes, extremes in climate can release people from the bounds of accepted behavior.
Carl and Betsy lived in a fashionable townhouse overlooking the harbor. It was air conditioned and pleasantly cool. From where Gail sat, she could watch the boats sailing past the skyline as they made their way out to sea, the crimson beacon of a sun still blazing on the western horizon.
"It's time for the cake," Betsy announced, carrying in an enormous concoction of white and pink icing. She was a tiny, round robin of a woman with laughing eyes. "Blow out the candles Kelly - all 41 of them."
"Not quite yet," Carl interjected with an enigmatic smile. An attractive man with flaxen hair and the bluest of eyes, Gail had found herself drawn to him immediately. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, of course," Betsy replied and began to laugh. "Come on now," she coaxed Kelly, "it won't hurt."
Gail looked on, puzzled, as Carl carried his chair into the middle of the floor with a definite sense of purpose. Kelly followed rather sheepishly behind, suppressing her obvious excitement.
"He's going to give her a birthday spanking," Betsy leaned over and whispered to Gail with a chuckle. "He does it every year."
"He's what...?" Gail said, aghast. Weren't birthday spankings more or less exclusive to children? Or at least to those with intimate knowledge of each other?
"Oh it's all in good fun," Betsy assured her. "It's become something of a tradition around here."
Kelly removed her gold threaded jacket to reveal her large breasts, which seemed about to spill out of the skimpy, matching shell. Her big, fleshy bottom strained against the confines of her tight satin pants - she was a big, beautiful woman fairly oozing sexuality out of every pore -- a BBW extraordinaire.
Carl settled himself comfortably in the chair, feet placed firmly on the floor. "Come on now," he beckoned to her. "It's time for your spanking, no more stalling."
Kelly laughed as she bent over his lap. Her breasts bounced and hung there like two enormous melons, with all but the nipples exposed. "Not too hard Uncle Carl, I want to be able to sit down tomorrow," she entreated, pretending fear.
"I know you do," he replied softly, and there was a caressing quality about his voice, with its tantalizing trace of a German accent. "You can trust me."
As he said this, Carl steadied her around the waist with one hand and gently stroked her enormous bottom with the other.
Kelly was balanced on tiptoes with her hands placed flat on the floor, and Gail was afraid that the tight pants might tear at any minute. How could her friend allow herself to be humiliated in this way, she wondered? It was truly incongruous behavior.
All the more dramatic considering the affluent surroundings and the sophisticated dinner they had all just enjoyed. By contrast, getting her butt spanked by the host was outlandish, to say the least.
Carl gave her a couple of experimental swats and said to Betsy, "Okay Mother, we're ready, start counting."
"One," Betsy called out jovially, as her husband's open hand came down with a smacking sound across Kelly's upraised behind. He spanked her slowly and firmly, his hand resting on her bottom between swats. Gail noticed that Kelly's smooth satin pants had tucked up into the crack. She felt uncomfortable and embarrassed by this outrageous performance, but that wasn't all, it was making her feel sexually aroused big time. This unsettling development both disturbed and confused her. For although she was a grown woman, twice married, she had never enjoyed sex.
By slightly turning her head, Kelly could see Gail's discomfiture out of the corner of her eye. Good, she thought to herself triumphantly. It's time she was jolted out of her celibate state. Then she admitted to herself, while savoring the ecstasy of Carl's hand as it worked its own special brand of magic on her butt, that if it hadn't been for the sweltering weather, which was making her hornier than usual, she probably wouldn't have had the courage to invite her along.
Carl was spanking Kelly methodically. He began by giving her half-a-dozen swats in the middle of her ass. Than he spanked her right cheek six times but never in the same place. Starting at the top, he worked his way down. Then he did the same with the left cheek. And then back to spanking the same spot right in the middle, across both cheeks.
It was an incredible scene. Kelly had neither moved nor spoken since she'd bent herself across Carl's lap, although her bottom bounced and jiggled like jelly under his relentless hand. She appeared rigid, with tense legs, flushed face and glazed eyes.
When Betsy had counted out 30 whacks, Carl stopped the spanking.
"Are you alright," he whispered to Kelly in a voice thick with lust, while his hand rested lightly on her big, shiny behind.
Kelly nodded and moved her legs slightly apart. The spanking was clearly arousing her too, Gail decided, her own pussy soaking wet from just watching it. She felt as if she were suffocating on a rising tide of desire, and desperately needed some air. But when she yanked open the patio door, she was met with a solid wall of stagnant humidity. It was a hushed night, silent save for a choir of crickets. Yet it was good to be outside, away from the heavily erotic atmosphere that was fermenting indoors and stimulating her to boiling point. She gazed for a while at the diamond necklace of stars that ringed the throat of the heavens.
When the spanking resumed, Carl surprised Gail by moving his left hand from Kelly's waist and placing it with fingers facing downward over her bottom crack. Then he spanked the backs of her thighs. Starting above the knees, he spanked her three times on the left one, each swat falling higher than the one before until he reached her butt. He then repeated the performance on her right thigh.
"Five more to go," he whispered, moving his left hand back to her waist while the other one moved over her bottom in a circular motion.
He delivered the last 5 spanks very slowly, right in the middle of her bottom, slightly above the sit spot. After each one he rubbed what he had spanked, and gave her a series of little pats. "Love pats" he called them.
Kelly moaned and moved her bottom. Oh God she's going to shame herself, Gail thought, her own breath coming in short quick pants.
But Betsy didn't seem to notice, carrying on as if it were all a great joke, as she blithely called out the numbers. There was a childlike innocence about the woman that Gail suspected bordered on simple mindedness.
But Carl certainly knew what was going on, and had slowed down the spanking so Kelly could reach a climax.
Gail had to get Betsy out of the room, but how? She was clearly enjoying herself and showing no inclination to move. In desperation, she grabbed a cup and saucer and tipped them onto the tiled floor. The smash and resulting confusion enabling Kelly to move her bottom convulsively and reach a thundering climax while Carl stroked her gently; his hands moving sensuously over her big ass, and the backs of her thighs.
"Happy Birthday," he whispered to her lustfully. "Did you enjoy my present?"
It had been the most overtly sexual performance, passed off as a piece of harmless fun, that Gail had ever witnessed. And it had shaken her to the core.
SATURDAY
The Caddy Shack was a popular meeting spot on the edge of town. Gail sat as close to the air conditioning vent as she could get and ordered a cold drink. It was high noon, and the sun blistered down from an indigo sky.
"Well imagine meeting you here," Carl exclaimed, his eyes raking over her approvingly. He had approached the table from behind, making Gail start guiltily, her thoughts still very much on Kelly's birthday spanking from the night before.
She felt herself flush up, convinced that he could read her thoughts, but forced herself to enter into the spirit of the moment. "It really is a small world," she murmured, recalling how she had agreed to meet Carl for lunch the night before, when he had approached her out of earshot of the others.
They had played a round of Bridge after the incredible spanking, and apart from Kelly's face being as flushed as her own, it was as if it had never happened.
Gail had squeezed her thighs together, willing herself to forget her arousal and concentrate on the game. But the memory of Carl's hand on Kelly's bottom kept intruding like some unwelcome visitor.
Now, as she sat in the crowded lounge bar, she told herself that she must be going mad. What am I doing here? Why did I agree to meet him? Yet even as she chided herself, she felt her pussy twitch in eager anticipation. Because right now you'd kill your granny to have him spank you the way he spanked Kelly, a little voice piped up insolently from somewhere in the hot environs of her fevered imagination.
"You're troubled," Carl said to her, noticing her confusion. "Tell me about it."
Gail felt herself blush as hotly as the day outside the tinted windows. There was something about him that both disturbed and fascinated her. And with his charming accent, he reminded her of Dr. Freud.
"I..." she began, and then stopped at a loss for words.
"Let me tell you then, about yourself," he volunteered.
Gail looked flustered, so he reached for her hand, stroking it soothingly as he spoke.
"You are frustrated sexually," he told her, choosing his words carefully.
"And when you saw me giving a fun spanking to your friend, you became very aroused."
She made as if to protest, but he held up a finger and cut her short. "Let me finish," he insisted. "This is nothing to be ashamed of, it's perfectly normal."
Carl remembered how Gail had acted in the aftermath of the spanking. He could see her crossing and uncrossing her legs, her face fevered and her eyes unfocused.
"Have you ever felt that way before?" he asked her kindly.
"Never as..." and here she groped for the right word..."powerfully."
"And what did you do about it?" he continued, questioning her with steady compassionate eyes.
"...I...nothing," she replied honestly.
"What would you like to have done?" he persisted.
Gail hung her head in embarrassment, and didn't reply.
"Come on now," he coaxed her. "You wanted to make love, didn't you?"
"Yes," she murmured her lips scarcely moving.
Carl was entranced by her. So innocent, and at her age too.
"You've never had an orgasm, have you?" His eyes never left her face.
She shook her head. "I don't know how."
"Would you like to learn, would you like me to help you?"
Gail felt light-headed, and her legs were wobbly, but she managed to indicate her consent. "Yes," she whispered. "I'd like that."
The motel appeared to shimmer in the white-hot glare of the blistering afternoon. There wasn't a breath of air anywhere, and even the swimming pool stood deserted. The only sound came from a lone bee that droned lazily around a hydrangea bush.
Carl closed the drapes, pitching the room into semi darkness, then he switched on the bathroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar.
"Come here, my darling," he invited, and when Gail hesitantly complied, he carefully removed her dress, leaving her clad only in a bra and half-slip. He put his arms around her and held her close, getting the feel of her. She was a beauty, with her soft, fair skin, flat tummy and slim thighs. He undid her bra then stood back to admire her small, pink-tipped breasts. Then he guided her to the bed and quickly removed the rest of her clothes.
She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties and he left those on, while undressing down to his boxer shorts. Then he joined her on the bed and slowly began to fondle her breasts, flicking his tongue across her nipples until they stiffened.
He ran his hand across her tummy, and massaged her feet and legs. Starting at her knees he licked her inner thighs slowly and thoroughly. She spread her legs wide in supplication and moaned.
"It's okay sweetheart, it's okay," he soothed, gently removing her panties.
She was very wet and her vulva was swollen.
"Oh my darling, you're my lovely good girl," he whispered tenderly, spreading her lips apart and tonguing her little pink clit.
Gail bucked and moaned, she felt as if she were on fire. Carl's tongue was doing marvelous things to her body. He inserted one finger into her pussy, then two, while his tongue continued to work its magic.
He knew she was very close to climax. Then he felt her legs stiffen, and her whole body went rigid. "I...I..." she tried to speak but no words would come.
"Go with it darling, go with it," he encouraged her. "You'll be okay, my sweet wonderful girl." Then his tongue increased its tempo and licked around and around and over her slippery genitals, while his fingers fucked high up in her ecstatic pussy.
It was almost too much for Gail to bear and she wanted him to stop, yet felt she would die if he did. The rhythmic coordinated movements of his tongue and fingers went steadily on.
"Just relax my sweet precious," he whispered hotly. "There's no rush, my beautiful girl."
She felt as if she were being carried along on a red-hot tidal wave that swept aside all in its path. She was fevered, insensible and lost all sense of who she was.
Then the dam burst, and she threshed around from side to side with the intensity of the sensations, flexing her feet and tensing her ass.
"It's alright sweetheart, my beautiful darling girl, it's alright, just go with it." Carl's voice had a hypnotic effect as he continued to lick and massage her genitals. After her crisis had subsided he held her close for a very long time, patting her back and kissing her forehead until her breathing had returned to normal.
"Thank you," she whispered throatily. "Oh, thank you so very much."
After she had regained her composure Carl began to kiss her, while his hands caressed her body. First her eyelids and cheeks, then her lips. He moved his tongue gently into her mouth, as his fingers lightly touched her swollen genitals. When he rubbed her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger she gasped and pressed herself against him. She was ready to be fucked.
Carl removed his boxer shorts and slipped a sheath over his erect cock. He entered her quickly and easily, moving inside her heaving pussy with slow, skillful movements.
She gasped and clasped her legs around him rocking her bottom back and forth in a paroxysm of delight. Carl was acutely aroused and could have come anytime but he held back, waiting for her. And it was well worth the wait. When her crisis was upon her, Gail bucked and moaned like a dervish, and he could feel her pussy muscles tightening like steel bands around his cock. He slipped his hands under her bottom and held her like that until her spasms had subsided.
"There, there my darling, there, there," he cooed lovingly, kissing her ear and neck. "My sweet, wonderful girl." Then he thrust his cock deep inside her and exploded, calling out like a madman at his moment of rapture.
Gail just couldn't get enough. So this is what she'd been missing all those years.
After several encores, an afternoon as torrid as the weather finally came to a close. Carl went out to the coffee shop and brought back lemonade and sandwiches. "Just like a real picnic," he joked, stirring the ice in his drink with a finger. After they ate, he asked her if she wanted to try anything else before they left.
"Yes," she replied shyly "I'd like you to spank me the way you did Kelly."
"Okay," he replied a smile playing around the corners of his mouth "I think we can arrange that."
Carl sat down on the straight-backed chair by the writing desk and Gail positioned herself across his lap. Her hands and toes didn't quite reach the floor, for she was shorter than Kelly. He steadied her with his left hand and when she was settled, caressed her bottom with the right one.
"You have a beautiful little bottom," he told her, admiring the firm, soft roundness that was covered by a clinging half-slip. Gail had removed her panties so she could feel his hand through the thin material unhampered. She felt vulnerable and extremely excited. Time ceased to matter, as she became a feeling rather than a thinking entity. There were only the sensations, the wonderful, hot tingling that Carl's firm but gentle hand was sending coursing through her trembling body.
He spanked her bottom and the backs of her thighs until she quivered and became incoherent. Then he patted her bottom gently and rhythmically until she came. "There, there my darling," he soothed, caressing the soft cheeks lovingly. "There, there my clever, wonderful girl, papa loves your beautiful little bottom, he loves to spank you on your little bottom, just let go, let it come, good girl, good girl, oh you're papa's good, good girl, move your little bottom, move your sweet little spanked bottom for papa."
Afterwards, they coupled again, and this time he put her on top. "I'm an old man," he joked, "I'm tired." Gail bobbed up on down on Carl's stiff cock, her breathing short and rapid. He cupped her small, dangling breasts in his hands, and tweaked the stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"You have beautiful little breasts," he told her, "lovely little pink nipples, so stiff and hard. You're so excited my lovely little girl, papa's making you so excited."
She gasped; her movements becoming less measured, more spasmodic.
"Take it easy my beautiful girl, my sweet little angel, you're papa's angel, my beautiful one." He stroked her back and bottom, whispering endearments to her while kissing her neck and hair.
"...I...ah...I..." she called out and he lightly spanked her wildly flailing bottom. "You like your little bum spanked," he whispered huskily. "You like your beautiful little bum spanked when you're making love like this, don't you?"
"...Yes, yes, oh yes," she cried helplessly.
"This is just a love spanking," he cooed. "Light little love spanks on your beautiful little bum, lovely little bum." And he patted her bottom again and again while kissing her neck and ear. "I love your little spanked bum. Give it to me my angel girl, move your little spanked bum for papa. Give it to me, oh that's it my darling, my angel, move your little spanked bum for papa, move it, ah..."
Gail was insensible with desire, her movements fevered, her speech incoherent. Carl held her wildly gyrating bottom in his hands with difficulty; he had never seen a woman so excited before. Then with one hand still on her bottom, he slipped the other one onto her genitals and softly stroked the wet quivering flesh. She bucked and cried exploding in spasms of ecstasy as he soothed her with endearments and cupped her bottom lovingly in his hands. It was still quite pink from the spanking, and he told her how lovely it was and smoothed it with his hands.
"Oh my darling, my lovely little darling with such a beautiful little booty. Papa's good, clever girl got a spanking. Did Papa spank his beautiful girl on her little round botty? Did Papa put you across his knee and spank your naughty little botty?"
Then he thrust inside her, once, twice, three times and reached his moment of supreme bliss.
SUNDAY
Kelly kept a diary. Not a journal written with pen and ink, but a secret file on her PC. She typed in the password "hornydotcom," and began to write an account of her birthday spanking while it was still so hot in her mind.
It was another sizzler, and she had stripped down to a pair of thong panties. A fan whirred around ineffectually in her stifling bedroom and she mopped at her sweaty breasts with a towel.
July18, high summer and hi again Diary:
Well, I turned forty-one-years old yesterday, can you believe it? And, of course, Carl delivered 41 of the best to my eager backside. That man can spank like no one else I've ever known. I took Gail with me this year. I knew she would be shocked and that turned me on even more. I like an audience when I'm being spanked. I like to feel their embarrassment at my humiliation. And besides, if anyone needed to be taken out of themselves and introduced to the delights of the senses, it was she.
I deliberately wore the gold satin outfit that clings into the crack of my butt. And we must have made quite a spectacle. Carl so slim and handsome, with a queen sized broad like me bent over his lap, spanking her big tushie for all he's worth. I was horny with anticipation even before I positioned myself across his lap. Then, as I bent over with my hands and toes resting on the floor and my butt in the air, on all fours on the floor really on account of my height, my little old tush began to quiver at the thought of what was to come. I ached for the touch of his hand, I knew he wouldn't just spank me quickly, but would make it last until I went off.
There's just something about that position that sends thrills through my tushie right away. It's so shaming. You just know that the audience is staring right at your butt, and watching the hand of the spanker as it rises and falls. And Carl is an expert. He ran his hand slowly over my big butt, smoothing, pressing, patting, as Gail looked on with a shocked expression. It drove me wild, and my pussy started throbbing, and oozing.
Meanwhile, I'm trying not to heave my butt around and moan, and that wasn't easy. Then he delivers the first spank, just hard enough to lightly sting and I know my tushie bounced around like jelly with the impact. After each spank he smoothes, presses and pats my trembling butt before delivering the next one. Usually I manage to hit the high spot without making it too obvious. His wife, Betsy is there after all and one must observe the proprieties, although she's clearly not playing with a full deck.
Then he did something quite different and that threw me right off track.
After the 30th whack he stopped spanking me and with his hand gently moving over my fat behind, asked me if I was okay. Well by that time I was so fuckin' horny I couldn't speak, so I nodded, and the next thing I know he has his left hand cupped over the crack of my ass, fingers pointing downwards, so close to my throbbing genitals it's torture, and he's spanking the backs of my thighs with the other one.
This was too much, and if it hadn't been for Gail who sized up the situation and took action, I wouldn't have been able to control myself - Betsy or no Betsy.
"Please." I gasped feverishly tossing my butt around, and rubbing my clit
against his leg and hard cock as I crouched there on all fours. I was like a bitch in heat. God, I wanted him to fuck me so bad I began to sob in frustration.
"It's okay, darling, It's okay," Carl whispered huskily, and grasped me firmly around the waist. Then he reached back and grabbed Betsy's shawl from the sofa, draping it over my tushie and legs for decency's sake. By this time I was so hot I could feel my pussy gurgling and spurting. Then he slipped his hand under the shawl and lightly fingered my anus and genitals through the thin satin, while his other hand rubbed my tummy. I went off like a rocket.
After writing the account of her birthday spanking, Kelly was catapulted into a state of high excitement, and she worked her vibrator in and out of her flooding cunny in a frenzy. But she was so aroused that she needed something more, she needed another body to press against her own.
She needed Jody.
Memories of the pretty prostitute and her firm little bottom were sending Kelly into paroxysms of lust. Kelly had paid for Jody's services on previous occasions, and their frenzied lovemaking had been in the backseat of her car.
"I'm going down there to find her," she decided, and this time she would rent a hotel room. She wanted to enjoy the girl in the comfort of a bed.
As she got ready to go out, Kelly rubbed her heavy legs together, thoughts of what she would do to Jody inflaming her to fever pitch. First of all, she would put her across her knee and give her a spanking, and then she would finger her cunt and bottom. When the girl became aroused, she would mount her and fuck her to orgasm with a strapped on dildo.
Kelly parked her car a few blocks from the red-light district. She'd heard that the police were recording license plate numbers, and she could do without that kind of hassle. After all, she was a respectable accountant by day. It was late, about 11 p.m., and the hot air was swollen with sensuality.
Kelly felt incredibly sexy as she made her way carefully through the dark streets, avoiding the clusters of mosquitoes that buzzed around the lampposts. The kinky, forbidden nature of what she was doing was a terrific turn-on. Her large nipples stood erect against her thin blouse, and she contracted her cunny muscles to increase the excitement.
There were several hookers strolling around, with heavily painted faces and dyed hair, but no sign of Jody. The acrid smell of cigarette smoke clung tenaciously in the humid air. Kelly desperately needed the release of a sexual encounter with a prostitute, and decided to look for another girl to satisfy her desire.
After prowling around the block, she came across a likely candidate. The girl was standing at the side of the road, in an attempt to attract passing motorists, and she was obviously new at the game. Kelly suspected it might even be her first time out. She was in her early twenties, a tall, big-boned girl wearing a washed out blouse and cheap slacks.
"It's a hot night," Kelly remarked, dabbing at the perspiration on her forehead, while eyeing the prostitute closely. "Feel like joining me for a tall cool one?"
She could see the hesitation and uncertainty flit across the plain, broad face like banner ads on the Internet.
She probably thinks I'm a cop, thought Kelly amusedly.
But desperation won out. The girl shrugged her broad shoulders, and quietly followed her to the dark environs of Goodtime Charlie's lounge bar.
Her name was Ingrid; she was a farm girl who had come to the city looking for a job and a new life. But misfortune had plagued her. She had ended up penniless, and had been forced into prostitution to survive.
"Have you turned many tricks?" Kelly asked after ordering a plate of sandwiches. She suspected that the girl was starving by the way she had emptied the bowl of pretzels.
Ingrid shook her head while guzzling down her drink. She was shy, and uncomfortable talking about her new profession.
"Do you have a place to sleep?" Kelly questioned, signaling the waiter for another round.
Ingrid shook her head, her eyes lowered in shame.
"Then would you like to spend it with me?" she asked quietly, tensing her cunny muscles in anticipation. She wanted this big, plain, farm girl very badly indeed.
"But...what, I mean...I..." Ingrid stuttered.
"You're not sure what I would expect of you, is that it?" Kelly prompted, slowly sipping on her drink. "And I don't suppose you expected a woman to buy your services, am I right?"
Ingrid nodded, and kept her eyes fixed on the laminated tabletop.
"Well I'm not Jill the Ripper," Kelly continued, but the attempt at humor was lost on the girl. So she leaned across the table and spoke to her in a quiet, earnest voice.
"I'll tell you exactly what I want," she promised. "There will be no rude surprises."
Ingrid clearly thought that having sexual relations with another woman was wrong, and this was exciting Kelly even more.
"I want to hold you, and love you Ingrid, and I won't be ungenerous in the morning."
The hotel room was basic but clean, and overlooked a small park frequented by drug dealers and junkies. There was no air-conditioning, and the unscreened window was open wide, letting in what little air there was, along with an assortment of insects, traffic noise and the screech of sirens.
Ingrid looked terrified, and didn't seem to know what to do with her large hands and feet. Kelly snapped open her small suitcase and fished out a bottle of Chablis. "Now I want you to have a bath," she commanded in a firm but friendly voice. "While you sip on a glass of wine."
She helped the girl undress. First the faded blouse, then the cheap pants. Ingrid's underwear was equally grim, her bra had been stitched, and the panties were gray. Kelly ran her hands over the firm breasts and bottom, and down over the flat stomach.
"You have a lovely body," she whispered lustfully.
While Ingrid was bathing, Kelly stripped down to her bra and under-slip, feeling quite breathless with anticipation.
When the girl came out of the bathroom, Kelly was lying on the bed waiting for her. "Come here," she invited hungrily, drinking in the sheer eroticism of the moment.
For a long time she just held the prostitute's body against her own. Breast to breast and belly to belly. Then very slowly she began to kiss her lips, noticing the faint trace of onions on the girl's breath. But far from repelling her, this turned her on even more, adding to Ingrid's rough bucolic image.
And Kelly acted out a fantasy where she was the Lady of the Manor sexually seducing a peasant girl.
She continued to kiss Ingrid on the mouth and neck, while exploring her body with excited hands. But when her fingers slid down to the genital area, the girl gasped and moved away.
Kelly was patient and gentle with her. "It's all right honey," she crooned, caressing the insides of the muscular thighs. "I just want to love you." She knew that Ingrid did not want to be turned on by her, and was resisting the arousal. And this resistance made her even wilder with desire.
She began to work on the girl's breasts with her fingers and her tongue. "Does that feel good," she asked when she noticed the nipples stiffening. Then she ran her hand down the flat belly to the pubic area. "Now open up for mamma," she teased, and Ingrid obeyed. Her genitals were getting moist, and Kelly moved her fingers over them, massaging and probing until the girl started to breathe heavily and move her bottom around restlessly.
"You're getting very excited aren't you?" she asked, while rolling on a surgical glove and inserting a finger into the girl's cunt.
Ingrid's face was flushed and her breath came in short, quick pants. "Just go with it sweetheart," Kelly encouraged, and thrilled with satisfaction as the prostitute reached a climax as hot as the night outside.
Kelly was so excited that all it took was a couple of movements of her wet pussy against Ingrid's thigh and she too exploded in rapture.
"Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" she whispered to the prostitute, holding her tenderly and stroking her wiry hair.
"Does that mean I'm a lesbian?" Ingrid wanted to know. Concern writ large on her broad homely face.
Kelly shook her head, "Of course not honey," she assured her. "The thought of a man still turns you on, doesn't it?"
Later that night she instructed Ingrid to bend over her lap, "I'm going to give you a spanking," she told her. Then she ran her hand gently over the firm behind. "You've been a naughty girl, standing on a street corner, peddling your little bottom and cunny to bad men." And she gave her a few firm whacks in reprimand, noticing how the pale cheeks bounced slightly and turned pink with the impact.
She administered a long, slow spanking and watched with pleasure as the telltale tension began to grow in the prostitute's hard legs. So she was enjoying being spanked. As the spanking continued, Ingrid began to rub her feet together. Then her hips moved slightly, and the muscles of her reddened behind began to contract. Kelly continued with the slow, rhythmic spanking while the cheeks of the girl's bottom pulled in tightly at the crack, and then relaxed again, pulled in tightly and relaxed again.
"That's a good girl, you're doing fine," she murmured in a husky voice. The spanking was over, and she was caressing the quivering bottom that still lay upraised across her lap.
Next, she explored the snug little anus with a gloved finger, and inserted a small butt plug. She used a vibrator on the girl's slippery genitals, and then bent her over a chair and fingered the inside of her cunt right up to the cervix. Ingrid was now aroused enough to accommodate three fingers comfortably.
Kelly finger fucked the prostitute for a while, before penetrating her with a strapped on dildo. "Is it okay honey, does it feel good?" she asked, increasing the tempo and vigor of the thrusts.
She placed a finger over Ingrid's clit, and teased her nipples, while she continued to fuck her hard and fast. She kept her eyes fixed greedily on the girl's bottom, glowing red from the spanking; the butt plug nestled snugly in her anus, and the dildo moving in and out of her pussy. Ingrid was in a frenzy of desire, and so was she. Panting and gasping they reached their high notes almost simultaneously, collapsing afterwards in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs, their bottoms and pussies still twitching uncontrollably from the throes of their great and forbidden passion.
MONDAY
Gail had been dreading this moment ever since witnessing Kelly's incredibly arousing birthday spanking. It was nine o'clock on a humid Monday morning that seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. Dark clouds rolled over a purple sky and thunder rumbled in the distance.
How would she face Kelly after what had happened? How does one go on as if nothing has changed after such a sudden and taboo departure from all that was deemed normal?
And she blushed in the harsh light of day, recalling her own extreme arousal that must have been obvious to all except the childishly obtuse Betsy. Now Gail's greatest concern was that their friendship and business partnership would be affected by the events of a weekend that had broiled weather-wise like Dante's Inferno, and ignited passions just as hotly.
"Hello there kiddo," Kelly greeted her with an easy camaraderie, and not a trace of embarrassment. Her large breasts straining to burst out of a tight leopard skin top. "I've made a pot of coffee, bet you could use a cup?"
"I sure could," Gail responded with equal ease, relieved that this first rather awkward moment had passed with such flying colors.
And by a tacit understanding, the erotic events of the sweltering July weekend were never mentioned between them, allowing the business of Acme Accounting to continue as before.
What would happen though, Gail wondered with a gleam of devilment in her eyes and a tingle in her crotch, when Kelly's birthday rolled around again...?
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Copyright January 2006, Iona Blair
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Originally published January 2006 - "Spanked!"