1. Discovery part 3


    Date: 8/17/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: humblemetsuke, Source: LushStories

    I couldn’t breathe. Lust, anticipation, desire, guilt, shame, ecstasy all combined into one intoxicating cocktail and had rendered me drunk with insensibility. I glanced at my sexual Virgil, catching her eye and meeting my gaze with her own as she favoured me with a smile laden with erotic promise and curiously, a tinge of tenderness as well. I did not dare speak lest I broke the enchantment, as if my voice would sully the sacred. Einstein was right: time really is relative to the beholder. When we are with those we care for, time slows down, your whole life flashes by, heartbreak and scars. Stay with it, and you can live a lifetime in that split second. I felt a soft hand lightly touch my shoulder and I jumped as if electrified. “Sorry, Tony.” A trilling laugh ensued and I could feel myself turn crimson with embarrassment. With the supple grace of a dancer, Claire inched towards the bed, lithely leading me towards it by the hand whilst in the same moment deftly unbuttoning her blouse. With a soft thump she dropped herself onto the edge of the bed and stared up at me, baby blue eyes sparkling. I could feel my face tighten, my groin throbbing and stirring; unsheathed and aching to be liberated and to find captivity once inside of her, a joyous gaol. She pushed her now unbuttoned blouse off her shoulders, never once ceasing contact. “I’ve been naughty sir.” Her finger traced itself down her neck, towards the centre of her supple breasts. “Very naughty.” Her hand continued ...
    to her skirt, wish she removed skilfully in one swift motion, taking her panties with it, liberating that wonderful, succulent pink conch between her legs. “Oh so so very very naughty.” All the while, her fingers traced down her navel to her now increasingly swollen and puffy pussy. I could already see the glistening sheen of vaginal lubricant already present. With a gasp and a moan, she proceeded to pleasure herself, her nimble fingers expertly finding their intended location, exerting the right amount of pressure and tactile sensation. As her right hand cupped and massaged her breasts, I hurriedly disrobed my own clothing, near enough ripping them off in impatience, impotent rage and lust. With a guttural snarl, I pounced on her, gripping her face tightly into my hands and roughly kissing her deeply. I could see her eyes widen in surprise at my boldness and just for a moment, I could have sworn I saw the most fleeting trace of fear tinged in there as well. My hands ran through her luxuriant brown hair, that sensual waterfall that cascaded down the arch of her back and I could feel her spasm at my touch and grunt at my caress. So we tumbled in that way, her on top and then I, onward and onward in an endless loop. As I won the struggle, I stared at her. “Read though my emails huh? My private world and thoughts?” At this she blushed. As she started to offer some explanation or excuse, I silenced her with a finger on her lips, my other hand already slick with her juices as I ...
«123»