Whipping fetish erotica by Bailie LeRoux
I slowly slide the silky thigh high stockings up my legs, fastening each one carefully to the garters. Then I slip my feet into your favorite shoes, you know the ones, with leather straps that wind up my calves, and skinny five-inch heels. I run my hands over my flat tummy, smoothing the leather bustier and making sure that my ample cleavage is displayed perfectly, inviting you to bury your face between the mounds of creamy skin.
When I walk into the room, you are standing there wearing nothing but a smile, waiting patiently for me to come to you. I approach slowly, swinging my hips sexily, my smooth shaven sex framed by a leather garter belt and straps. I can already feel the moisture between my thighs, as I lean into your naked muscled chest to run my tongue around your lips. I deepen the kiss and press my breasts into your chest, and angle my hips against your hard cock.
Your hand twines in my hair, and not so gently, you lean my head back and allow your mouth to wander down my throat, to that tempting valley of flesh encased in black leather. Your tongue slides down between the hills of my breasts, as your free hand moves between us to slip in between my thighs. I hear your growl of pleasure when your questing fingers encounter my already soaked pussy. That sound makes me quiver inside. My knees go weak from the sensations you are creating, your stubbled cheeks rough against the tender flesh of my breasts, your fingers sliding across my sensitive clit, and your hand tightly wound in my hair.
I slide my hands between us, stroking your hard cock; I can feel that sweet drop of moisture on the head and slide my thumb across it, eliciting a gasp from you. I love how responsive you are to my touch. You lift your face and kiss me deeply, I moan into your mouth as my hips arch forward. Your fingers flicker faster across my clit, leaving me breathless. When you know I am close, you slip three fingers far inside my clenching pussy, shoving me over the edge.
You maneuver us behind the sofa and move behind me, leaning me over the back of the furniture, exposing my naked ass to your whims. You crouch down and run your tongue along the straps of my shoes, working up the backs of my legs, alternating from one to the other. I can’t see you and have no idea where to expect that warm, wet touch next. Your hands smooth across my ass, cupping it, squeezing it. When your active tongue reaches the sweet spot where ass cheeks meet thighs, you stand up behind me, teasing me with your hard cock against my ass. I push back against you, enjoying the stroke of your dick between my ass cheeks, teasing my cunt, sliding through the wetness of my juices.
Suddenly the hard cock is gone, and I feel cool air on my ass. When I turn my head to see where you went, I feel the first sting of your whip. I cry out as it burns across my ass, feeling like a thousand tiny needles in my skin. You don’t pause or ask if I am okay, you simply lift your arm to deliver another lash. Five times, in rapid succession, you stripe my ass with the unyielding leather strip. It feels like my flesh is on fire. I am not so sure that I like this after all. Then you move close again and rub the poor, red cheeks that sting so badly. You dip a hand lower to quickly stroke my clit, bringing me back into the pleasure realm again.
The stinging is starting to feel pleasantly warm now, and I realize that I want to feel it again. I look over my shoulder, and whisper for your to whip me some more. You smile and tell me no, continuing to stroke my clit and rub my ass cheeks. I am squirming all over the back of the sofa, it feels so good, but I really think the whip would feel good now. You tease me right to the edge, and when I am practically begging you to make me come, you move away again and stripe my skin again, five good hard strokes that vibrate and burn right into the core of my cunt.
While I am quivering in pain and pleasure, you spread my cheeks apart, and holding me tightly, slide your hard, throbbing cock deep inside my pussy. I start to spasm instantly, squeezing and pulsing around your hard member. You stroke deeply a few times before settling into a rough rhythm that has the front of my hips bouncing off the back of the couch. When you come I feel like my pussy is overflowing with hot creamy cum, and I love the feel of your cock throbbing inside me as you throw your head back and moan your pleasure. I have no idea how many times you’ve made me come, or if it was just one continuous climax, but I do know that the whip is welcome in our sex play any time.
Originally published July 2009