Wicked Wednesday 275 – Eye Contact – (Look at Me)

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Sunny threw her head back, eyes closed, riding out the amazing orgasm that she was having. Even when alone she kept her eyes closed as she came. It had bothered some previous partners that she couldn’t or wouldn’t look at them during sex, but she was just so self conscious and kind of subscribed to the silly notion that “if I can’t see you, you can’t see me.” That was how her sex life had always been and she didn’t see it changing anytime soon.

Melanie wandered into the bedroom just in time to see Sunny’s eyes close again as she fingered herself to orgasm and shook her head a little. She wanted to see the look in Sunny’s eyes as she orgasmed so much. She’d asked Sunny to try, but she really hadn’t made any progress. Melanie pondered how best to approach the subject again, but only for a moment for the scent of her girlfriend’s sweet pussy called out to her drifting through the room and Melanie began to kiss her way up Sunny’s thighs, startling the other woman into opening her green eyes for the moment. Sunny stared down at Melanie and watched her face as she inched closer and closer to what they both wanted.

Suddenly, watching her girlfriend get closer and closer, Sunny understood Melanie’s need for eye contact but she still wasn’t sure if she could do it. She’d always been so overly aware of her body and the way she looked and those things had always driven her to screw her eyes shut every time she’d ever had sex. There was something inside of her that wanted to let go, but the fear of it had a stranglehold on her.

Melanie dipped her head, still staring at Sunny and slowly licked her pussy, running her tongue from the bottom to the top and then did it again, a tiny bit faster. Sunny moaned and tried to keep watching her girlfriend, but after a short moment of eye contact while Melanie licked and sucked at her, it began to be too much, although it was the most Sunny had managed so far. Melanie was proud of her for trying so hard and to reward her, she stopped teasing and earnestly began to play with Sunny. Wrapping her lips around Sunny’s already swollen clit she sucked hard and fast while slipping two fingers into her already dripping cunt. Sunny moaned and let her head fall back on the bed, alternately opening and closing her eyes, trying to relax and just let Melanie have her way. Sunny wanted to look down her body at her girlfriend and she could feel Melanie’s eyes on her, watching, but just couldn’t seem to move as another orgasm burst through her body.

Sunny shivered as she came down from the rush of her orgasm and felt Melanie’s fingers keep moving inside of her. She felt a third finger slip inside and moaned softly, wanting Melanie to move faster and harder. Instead, Melanie just looked up at her. “I’m going to tease you until you look at me and then you can orgasm.” And she gave Sunny a devilish grin, curling her fingers only slightly, but not quite enough. Sunny groaned, partially in frustration and partially out of the fear that she wouldn’t be able to do as Melanie asked.

As Melanie fingered her girlfriend, almost casually, she planted kisses against Sunny’s dark skin, wherever she could reach and watched Sunny intently. Sunny, for her part, was enjoying the attention and trying to psych herself up about keeping her eyes open for a change. But her heart was going a mile a minute at the same time. She took a few deep breaths and then let out a tiny squeak when she felt Melanie’s thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Sunny could feel another orgasm building, very slowly, but it was there. She managed to peek down at Melanie, who was watching like a hawk and with that one little peek, Melanie’s fingers sped up ever so slightly. “That’s good babe. I know you can do this; you’re going to do this. I want to see the look in those beautiful eyes when you come for me.” And Melanie pressed her thumb against Sunny’s clit firmly, then gently, repeating this pattern as her fingers fluttered ever so gently inside of Sunny who was beginning to squirm a bit at all of the attention. Slowly, Melanie eased a fourth finger into her girlfriend’s pussy and Sunny’s hips bucked of their own according taking Melanie a little deeper. “Ooohhh, that feels good,” Sunny opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, willing herself to lift her head and look down at Melanie. She wanted to ask to be fisted and she knew if she wasn’t looking when she asked Melanie would just tease her with the idea of it. Melanie must have had the same thought, “Sunny, look at me. Tell me what you want. We both know you want my whole hand in your pussy. I can already feel you clenching around me.”

Sunny gasped and slowly began to lift her head before letting it fall back. She took a deep breath and then another before she was able to move again and her green eyes met Melanie’s brown ones. “Please…,” her voice was just a whispered breath. Melanie smiled at Sunny and folded her thumb inward before slowly moving forward, letting her fingers just naturally slip into Sunny’s wetness. Both of them groaned softly and Melanie watched Sunny. “Keep your eyes on me love. I want to see you.”

Sunny struggled to keep from closing her out of pure habit, but forced herself to focus intently on Melanie’s face as though she were memorizing every detail, while Melanie’s hand moved ever so slowly and gently inside of her. Sunny played with her nipples idly, pulling and tugging at them as she stared down at her girlfriend. Melanie smiled as she felt Sunny relax a little and moved her hand a bit faster; she reached up with her other hand and rubbed Sunny’s clit hard and fast. As Sunny’s orgasm threatened to overtake her, she fought the reflex to close her eyes and just come. Suddenly there was no thinking about it, no fighting it, she just came all over Melanie’s hand, hard, and moaned out loud as she watched Melanie. Melanie smiled and watched the emotions crossing Sunny’s face, that particular spark in her eyes, and fell more in love with her girlfriend in that moment. As her orgasm slowed and then came to a gentle end Sunny let her head fall back onto the bed, eyes still open and smiled. Melanie slowly slipped her hand from inside of Sunny and slip up the bed to cuddle. “That was amazing, Babe.”

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Wicked Wednesday 274 -Celebrity – (In Her Own Little World)

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I’d always wanted to know what it was like to be the center of attention. I’d wanted to be a celebrity when I was a child, but instead I became an accountant. I’m very boring by day and you’d never guess that by night I am Master’s kinky little Angel. But I am. And recently, he gave me a chance to be a celebrity if only for a night and only on his terms.

We were hosting a play party and Master very specifically told me I was to be naked, cuffed, and collared all night long. I figured he had plans for me, but what was in store was more than a little surprising. Once everyone had arrived he made me kneel in the center of the room and made his announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen, my darling Angel has always wished to be a celebrity and enjoy being the center of attention. For this night and this night only I ask that you help me grant her wish. Touch her, tease her, spank her, fuck her, use her as you will and together we will see her shine in the spotlight.” And with that the lights went dark and I was spotlighted under a single halo. How Master pulled that off without my noticing I don’t know.

The first to approach me was a submissive young woman, Katie, that I’d known for sometime and she played with my nipples and kissed me for a long moment, making me want more. She teased me, taunted me, and generally started to really set the stage for the evening’s events. Katie’s Sir joined in soon as well and he wanted to fuck me while Katie sucked at my tits. Very shortly I found myself with a mouthful of pussy and two cocks, one for each hand and I was loving it. Everyone was focused on me and me alone. I worked hard to bring everyone I could to orgasm and as new bodies replaced others I found myself flipped over doggy styled and fucked, half choked by my collar, a mouth alternately sucking at my clit and licking the cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and this time a cock buried down my throat and fucking my face. Through it all I keep seeing bright flashes of light and I realized that Master must’ve gotten permission from everyone to take photos as that’s exactly what he was doing. He hadn’t joined in the fun yet, but with everyone else fucking, sucking, fisting, and coming in me and on me, I was a bit overwhelmed.

Finally people began to ease away from me as they were satiated by my mouth hands, pussy, and ass. I lay there basking in my glory as Master took several shots of me including some up close ones of my come covered face. Finally he put the camera down, helped me to my feet and draped me over a chair with my ass posed for all to see and began to spank me. His spanks came harder and faster and soon he was taunting me about how I was a celebrity slut and how everyone had enjoyed using me as a pleasure slave. Now that I had my time in the lime light I would thank everyone while he continued to spank me and I trembled for a moment, unable to find words.

Then I just took myself back to pretending I was on stage for winning as imaginary Oscar and the words came to me. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Sirs, Masters, subs, and slaves, I just want to thank you all for giving me such a wonderful evening of debauchery, pleasure, and for a time a bit of notoriety in the form of a celebrated slut just as Master wished me to be tonight. And Master, I can’t (ouch! That spanking was getting harder) forget to thank you for making this all possible and assembling everyone together for such a wonderful evening. I just want to say thank you again to each and everyone of you who was willing to come here and fuck, suck, and be served by this humble servant. Thank you.”

Master abruptly stopped spanking me as the applause began and suddenly someone asked from the back of the small crowd. “Can we have her for round two as well?” I smiled, hoping Master would say yes and let me continue my fantasy and indeed he did, leading to yet another round of being teased tortured, denied orgasms, given orgasms, and being used like a celebrity call girl. It was a hell of an evening and my exhibitionist, submissive self can’t wait to be in the spotlight another time, just for Master so I can be his Angel once more.

KOTW – Going Commando – (Distraction)

There was something freeing about not wearing any panties. Callie enjoyed having this as her own little secret. Despite being in a Domestic Discipline relationship she never gave thought to what her husband might have to say about the matter regarding the idea; in fact she assumed that he was aware of the fact that she didn’t wear panties on a regular basis. How could he not be, she reasoned, and gave it no more thought.

Evan got home early from work and decided that Callie deserved a treat for having done so good at controlling her tongue when she’d been angry at him the night before. He couldn’t even recall what she had been angry over and he doubted she could either. He set up some candles in the bedroom and gathered some of their favorite toys; when he knew she’d be almost home began to light the candles giving the room a soft glow. He heard her open the front door and called down to her, “Join me upstairs honey. I have a surprise for you.”

Callie wondered what her surprise was going to be and hoped it wasn’t anything too crazy since she’d had a long day at work. She hurried up to him and gasped with delight when she saw their candlelit bedroom. He pulled her into his arms for a soft kiss, “Welcome home dearest.” His hands roamed her body and reached down to squeeze her ass, but was puzzled at the lack of a panty line that he should’ve felt. “Girl, lift your skirt.” Callie figured he just wanted to tease her a bit and obeyed. Evan walked all the way around her and then came back to look at her. “Why, my darling wife, are you not wearing any panties?” Then it dawned on Callie that perhaps this was something she should’ve asked or cared about it a bit more. “I…umm…well, it feels so good to not wear them. I can feel the air sliding across my skin and don’t feel so constricted.” “But to work? Really?”

And he spun her around giving her five sharp slaps to her already bare behind. “How long have you been doing this?” “I don’t know. A long time. I thought you knew I did it. You know I never wear them here at home.” “How would I know that when I leave for work before you do and have expectations that my wife will go appropriately attired? This is not appropriate, except for around the house, just between us.” And he smacked her ass to punctuate his words. “And now, instead of the nice treat I had planned for you, I have to give to a spanking, don’t I? Because you’ve been a naughty girl and naughty girls get spanked. Over the bed.”

She leaned over the bed, her skirt still raised with tears forming in her eyes. The candle light became dim and wavy in her view and she lowered her head, letting tears drip onto the bed. She hated disappointing Evan. She heard him pick up an object and tap it against his palm and realized it was the hairbrush that he liked to use when she’d been bad. She should’ve known, but she’d been hoping for some mercy. He gave her ass several more swats to prepare her for the spanking to come and leaned into her. “Now then, be a good girl and take your punishment for what it is.” He brought his arm down landing a strike with the back of the heavy wooden brush, right across the middle of one cheek, then the other alternating places and sides so her ass would be covered before he was done.

Callie’s tears had turned into full out sobbing and he gave her just a few more hard hits to drive the point home before climbing onto the bed and gathering her to him. “There, that wasn’t any fun, but you know it was good for you. Now then,” he said as he got up and began to extinguish the still burning candles, “You’re going to stay here in this very room and think about what you’ve been doing and how inappropriate it is to go without panties at work. I will be back later.”

Evan made a quick trip to the lingerie store and bout all kinds of satin and silk and lace underthings, ones that he knew would feel good against his wife’s skin and be a bit distracting at the same time. Returning home, he carried the bag upstairs and found her face into the pillows still crying a bit. He rubbed her ass gently. “Alright, my love, time for a new rule. Sit up and pay attention.” Callie did as she was bid and arched an eyebrow upon seeing the shopping bag. Evan began to pull out pair after pair of underwear, showing them to her and explained that she would wear them every day from now on, she would put them on before he left for work, and he would be checking.

A few days later Callie was sitting at work and squirming at the feel of the soft bite of lace against her skin. She was nearly as driven to distraction by her new panties as she had been when she didn’t wear any at all. A buzz from her cellphone got her attention and she picked it up. ‘Be a good girl and go take a picture of yourself in those lacy panties. I want to see them again.’ She did as Evan told her to do and giggled as she sent him the photo from the ladies room. Seems like wearing panties could be fun too.

Wicked Wednesday 273 – (Fucking Later )

Allen woke slowly, soothed by the touch of gentle hands gliding along his warm skin. It was still dark out, but he could make out Lana’s figure from the light of the small digital clock on the nightstand. He growled softly and reached for her, but she moved out of reach as her hands trailed down his thighs, over his knees, and along his calves. Then she moved closer again sliding her body along his and planting a decisive kiss on his wonderfully full lips. Before she could slip out of reach he caught her in his arms for another kiss and she could feel how much he wanted her. She wanted him just as much and she made a soft noise in the back of her throat at the feeling. Breaking the kiss she dove away from him under the top sheet, giggling.

The next thing Allen felt was her lips wrapped around him sliding up and down as her hands had along his body earlier. He lay perfectly still, allowing her to take her pleasure for a few moments before he couldn’t contain the subtle motions he made. Lana hummed her approval at this and made him jerk his hips hard against her face. So she laughed, causing him to repeat the action. He tasted so good and was so smooth against her lips. He reached down, running his hand across her head and tugging gently at her hair. She moaned, but popped up and peeked out at him. “Yes?” “My turn, you teasing little minx.”

And he pulled her up the bed next to him and moved down himself as she obediently flipped over onto her back. Allen spread Lana’s creamy thighs, kissing the insides of them and teasingly made his way further up, running his tongue along the length of her slit, causing her to twitch. He did it again. His tongue dipped further, tasting her, torturing her a bit with his slow, shallow, gentle movements. She squirmed on the bed and that is when he grabbed her hips and buried his face against her wetness laughing as he did so. Time to find out if his fiery redheaded beauty was multi-orgasmic. Allen licked and sucked and nibbled at her, relishing the act itself as much as he enjoyed the woman he was with. Lana’s fingers clutched at the bed and her voice was strangled, “Allen, please don’t stop.” He grinned to himself and doubled his onslaught. Moments later she came for him crying his name over and over. But she didn’t tell him to stop. She was becoming much more sensitive and Allen slid two fingers inside of her curling them gently as he moved them in and out. His attention focused solely on her clit now while he fingered her and her back arched off the bed every time he curled his fingers so he kept that motion up while sucking at her clit and was delightfully surprised when she grabbed his head and pulled him closer to her. He took his cue and began to move his fingers faster while sucking harder and slowly he could feel her body tensing around him and hear her breathing change as she got closer to coming again. Moments later her back arched harder than it had before and she ground herself against his face greedily riding out another orgasm. He laughed softly and kissed her inner thigh. “Up for more baby?” Lana looked down at him and grinned. “Please fuck me. Hard and fast.” “As you wish.” And they both laughed at the movie reference before sharing silly smiles.

Allen gave her one final kiss to the thigh, tore open a condom, and then moved up along her body planting kisses as he went. His slowness was devious to Lana and she gave a pleasurable but obviously frustrated sigh. “Someone’s impatient,” he teased and kissed her lips lightly before slipping inside of her pussy. They both groaned at the sensation and Allen did as she had asked, fucking her hard and fast feeling her hips rise to meet his and he knew that he’d never last if he kept this up, but damn it felt good. Lana was tight around his cock and he closed his eyes just focusing on that feeling for a moment, before he suddenly stopped and rolled over to his back, bringing Lana with him. “I want to watch you fuck me,” he breathed and Lana ground her hips into his.

She placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him as hard as she could, rolling her hips in waves, in circles, and sometimes just bouncing up and down on his cock. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation of an impending orgasm and she grinned at him wickedly before reaching up to play with her own nipples. She never looked away from his face watching him closely and with a tug of her nipples and a twitch of his cock they were both coming, their voice and moans intermingling. They were both sated once again and now it was growing light out. Allen pulled Lana down to him and held her, stroking that red hair and smiling, “I love you, you know.” And she simply snuggled closer.

Wicked Wednesday 272 – Black and White – (The Socialite and the Mechanic)

On the outside, she had it all. Her life was a whirlwind of glittering galas and charity balls. Her time was filled with social engagements and bad dates with men as rich as she. But those men bored her. She wanted something, someone real, and authentic in her life. Something beyond the boredom of charity work and ribbon cutting ceremonies. But she never knew where to look.

He was a mechanic and while his childhood had been stable and happy, they’d never had much. He scoffed to see these people on television or in glossy magazines, posing in clothes that could’ve paid his monthly mortgage twice over. But he had a good heart and never could resist a damsel in distress.

The teal 430i BMW rolled into his lot just about closing time and Allen rolled his eyes. Probably some jerk looking to get work done and they’d get angry when Allen said they were closed. Not what he wanted to deal with on a Friday night. He just wanted to go home, have a beer, watch the game, and unwind after a long week. As Allen got closer to the car, he could clearly see that the driver had a flat tire. He figured he’d stay and fix it; a flat never took long. His decision was cemented when a pretty redhead with grey eyes climbed from the vehicle. As she approached him, clearly upset, he smiled at her. “I don’t bite I promise. Any idea what you hit?” She shook her head slightly, “Not a clue. I just felt the car start to pull to the side and figured it needed looked at. I wasn’t even sure it was a flat tire.” And she laughed nervously. “But I see you’re closed up for the night. Can I leave it here and have you take a look Monday?” He arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at how down to earth she seemed, for driving such a spoiled rich girl sort of car.

“Actually, a flat won’t take long and you look like you’re on your way somewhere. I can fix this up in a few minutes and you can be on your way.” She grinned at him and gave a naughty giggle. “Take your time, I’m trying to avoid a bad date my mom set me up with. Here let me get a picture of the tire…” And she began to furiously text for a moment, clearly explaining to the date that she couldn’t make it and why, complete with picture. “There, that’s one to cross off my lift. And she laughed more freely this time., with him joining her. “I don’t know you, but I’d say you’re a devious little minx for that trick.” “Oh, where are my manners? My name is Lana Eggleston.” He nodded, “Allen Green. Nice to meet you Lana.”

The following Tuesday Lana’s cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Lana? It’s Allen from Green’s Auto, I just wanted to let you know that your car is all fixed up and ready to go.” “Oh thank you! I’ll be down soon to pick it up.”

On the cab ride over to pick up the car she caught herself thinking about Allen and how handsome he’d been even in oil stained jeans and a grimy t-shirt, his hands black from his work. He seemed so down to earth and calm. So unlike the smooth talking men her mother seemed to think she’d prefer. Paying the cabbie she stepped out to see her baby parked in the lot and went inside to settle the bill. Allen waved her off, saying the work was on the house and she looked at him “At least let me take you to dinner. Your choice, my treat.”

They enjoyed dinner that night and quickly became an unlikely pair. They were just friends at first, sharing dinners, texting casually back and forth, and getting to know one another. Neither of them noticed when it happened, but the blue collar boy from the wrong side of town and the ball organizing socialite began to fall for one another. Lana knew it first when she was sitting next to him on his couch, drinking a beer and watching a football game and she realized that this could be her forever and she’d be happy with it. She tentatively scooted closer to him on the couch and his arm fell around her quite naturally in a gentle hug. As she settled against him and he smelled her hair and felt her small frame pressed to his he knew it too. “Lana…,” His voice was a hoarse whisper and she looked up at him, long enough to see the depths of his chocolate brown eyes before he pulled her into a full embrace his lips on hers.

They just seemed to fit right together and she nestled against him, putting all of the emotions she was feeling into the kiss they shared. Allen shifted his weight so he could stand with her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss until he lowered her to her feet and looked at her seriously. “Are you sure?” “Are you?” And they kissed again knowing they were both absolutely certain. Moving slowly they undressed one another kissing and touching each new place as it was revealing. She learned that he liked his nipples played with and he learned that kissing the back of her right knee, but only her right knee made her shiver in delight. And that was only the beginning.

Finally they laid down together, still kissing, touching, and exploring. Slowly he kissed and nibbled at her fair skin as she caressed his tanned arms and ran her fingers through his slightly shaggy mahogany colored hair. They knew one another most intimately eventually and were both eager. There was the tear of a foil packet and a few moments later Allen hovered over Lana, looking down at her with such love on his face.

She hooked her legs around his, pulling him closer to her and they made love. It wasn’t fucking (that would come later), but this was slow and gentle, savored by them both. Growing closer to orgasm Lana grew more frantic and bucked her hips against his, only to have him hold her still and shake his head gently at her. And he moved in and out slower than before, easing her, drawing it out, wanting to watch her face as she found her pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips and she moaned his name. He grinned and suddenly rocked back and forth harder and watched her eyes shatter into a million tiny pieces as an orgasm rushed over her. He wanted to give her one more, but that feeling of her wrapped tightly around him was too much and his own orgasm followed, his eyes closed in total bliss before he moved to lie beside her on the bed and snuggle against her. They cuddled there, whispering sweet nothings, until finally sleep claimed them both.

Wicked Wednesday 271 – (Encore)

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The concert was over and Ethan held Megan close to him as they walked back to his car. He’d lubed and fucked her ass during the second half of the concert and she was still thinking about being filled up and stretched by his lovely cock that she missed the words that he said. In a heartbeat she was pulled as close to him as possible and he whispered in her ear. “Attend little one.” Immediately Megan was drawn from her reverie and shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Sir. I was just remembering earlier when you fucked my ass and how good it felt.” He laughed softly and slid a hand down to squeeze that aforementioned ass. “Well since that’s what’s on your mind perhaps we’ll do it again later. After your punishment, of course.”

The drive back to Ethan’s house was uneventful, but they could both feel the hum of anticipation building between them. He pulled into the drive and immediately jerked her across the car to him and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. He finally broke the kiss and looked at his pet and smiled. “Let’s go inside.” He unlocked the door and ushered his submissive girlfriend into the house where she immediately knelt at his feet, her spread thighs causing her dress to ride up almost obscenely. He took in the view and nodded to himself. “Good girl. Wait right there.”

Moments later he returns with a small box and sat down across the room then motioned her over. She stood and walked to him, kneeling again at his feet briefly before he patted the seat next to him telling her she could sit. “I have something for you and then we’ll proceed.” And he handed her the box. Opening it, her entire face lit up as she gently pulled out a delicate silver chain collar. “You’ve earned that my dear and I expect to see you wearing it anytime you’re not wearing one of your heavier collars like you will tonight. You can try that one on later, but for now…” He removed a plain leather collar from his pocket, leaned forward, and buckled it around her neck centering the D-ring and giving it a little tug. Megan leaned into him as he did this and before he could pull away she threw her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you Sir. It’s lovely and I will wear it all the time.” He gave her a gentle kiss, “I know you will pet. Now come.” And he led her upstairs by her collar.

“Strip for me.” Megan giggled and turned her back to him, with a coquettish peek over her shoulder and unzipped the dress letting it slide off her shoulders, her hips swaying to music only she could hear. She let the dress fall to her waist as she danced her way towards him and slipped a bra strap from first one shoulder then the other. Undoing the bra she let it slide down her arms, but didn’t reveal her breasts to him quite yet. As she moved close though he reached for the straps and gave a tug causing her to release the bra. He pulled her closer and pinched both nipples at once making her gasp a little and then grin naughtily. A swish of her hips and she was naked for him, but for her high heels. He smiled approvingly at her and let his eyes rake over her curves possessively.

“Lovely. Now, over my knee you go. Do you know why I am punishing you pet?” “No Sir.” As she settled into his lap he ran his fingers though her long auburn hair, giving a sharp tug, “Because I can. isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir.” And his hand came down hard across her ass, once, then twice, all the way to a count of twenty-five turning her pale skin a gorgeous shade of red that he loved to see. He squeezed and massaged the round globes and she wiggled at his touch. She could feel his hard on through his tuxedo pants and whimpered softly. “Find something you want?,” he asked laughing as he leaned back across the bed and just managed to grab the lube and apply a dollop of it to his fingers. He circled her asshole rubbing gently at the puckered skin and felt her sigh. A little more lube and he slipped a finger inside moving it in and out. Megan moaned softly and wiggled again trying to press herself against his finger. Ethan laughed and stood her up, his finger slipping from her ass. “You’ve been so well behaved all night,” he commented as he began to strip himself of the tuxedo he still wore. “Now you’re going to be better.” And he pushed her backwards until she gently fell onto the bed and went to his knees attacking her clit with his tongue. He licked and nipped and sucked, long and slow, short and fast, and soon Megan was writhing beneath him. He looked up at her to see her watching him and smiled at her. “Come for me.” And his tongue lashed at her clit as she tensed just before her orgasm hit. She gushed all over his face making him laugh and the vibration from his laughter only made her come harder.

He stood and quickly lifted her legs into the air exposing all of her to him and slipped his cock into her lubed up ass, fucking her much more gently than he had during the symphony. His movements were slow and gentle and she trailed her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples as he fucked her. Those grey eyes of hers closed as she felt her body come alive with pleasure and she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. He grabbed her then and pulled her into him and she moaned.

Soon she had one hand between her legs and the other still toying with her nipples and her cries and moans had become nearly constant as he slowly drove her closer to the edge with his cock. He could feel how badly she wanted that orgasm and he shifted his grip to squeeze her ass, reminding her who she belonged to and that was enough. The orgasm raced through her like fire and she tried helplessly to lift her hips to take him deeper into her. He groaned now and shot his come into her ass, making her tighten around him yet again as she wailed incoherently at the force of her own orgasms. He slid out of her and gently lowered her legs to the bed. “Now that’s my good girl. Better than ever.”

If you’d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday post, it can be found here. It is the earlier portion of Ethan and Megan’s evening.

Wicked Wednesday 270 – Bond – (In Concert)

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Ethan smiled and shot his girl a text, “Symphony Hall. Tonight. 7:30. Wear that short black dress I like. No panties.” Megan smiled and took a break from her work as the phone buzzed on her desk. Her smile grew wider as she read the text. “Yes Sir.”

She rushed home after work to get ready and by 6:00 she was just zipping up the short lace covered black dress that hit mid-thigh and had a sweetheart neckline to really show off her ample cleavage. She darted out the door and headed for the concert venue. She had no idea who was playing or what Sir might have planned for her once she arrived. It only made the anticipation sweeter.

Megan arrived a bit early and looked around the lobby for Ethan. Not seeing him she waited patiently to see if he would find her or text her more instructions. Moments later she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see him in a black tuxedo and she smiled up at him. “You look dashing. “And you, my dear, look good enough to eat.” She blushed as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, lets go find our seats.” And he led her through the crowd to a private box where they would be undisturbed. That’s when she knew he’d be up to something for sure.

As they settled into the plush seats and the music began to play, Ethan was trailing his fingers along Megan’s thigh, just barely touching the hem of her dress each time. Before long she was paying more attention to him than to the music and watched him from the corner of her eye to see what he would do next. Without any warning his hand was under her skirt and her legs spread of their own accord which won an approving smile from his lips. He caressed her inner thighs gently, never reaching quite as high as she was beginning to wish that he would. Megan began to squirm a little, pushing her hips outward, trying to get his hands to make contact with her wet pussy. Ethan calmly removed his hand and smiled over at her. “Need something my dear?” “Just you Sir.” He grinned naughtily at her. “Well, in that case…” And he unzipped his fly, pulling out his half hard cock.

“Get it good and hard and good and wet and I’ll fuck you in time to the music. If you’re lucky it will be a fast part so I can pound that pretty pussy of yours just the way you like.” Megan slipped to her knees, glancing around, but seeing nothing other than the box walls around her she wrapped her lips around his cock sucking gently on the head and using her other hand to fondle him. Soon she was taking him deeper into her mouth and quickly he was rock hard and she was simply working to get him as slick as possible. Without any warning he pushed her away from him, stood her up and spun her round to lean on the front of the box where she could see the crowd below. She felt him lift her dress and squeeze her ass gently.

Then she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her teasingly as he rocked back and forth. Her hips arched to meet his and he slid inside of her wetness slowly, so slowly that she had to stifle a moan. He leaned over her body and whispered, “Don’t be loud. The people in the other boxes might look over and see you.” Megan gasped at the thought and clamped her mouth shut hoping she could enjoy this fucking without making a sound.

And Ethan fucked her hard and fast just as the timpani roared a solo and the cellos wrung the sadness from their strings, slamming into her over and over, one hand holding her hip and the other toying with her clit a bit roughly, rougher than normal because he wanted her to come all over his cock hard and fast. Her head dropped down and her eyes closed as she began to tense and he knew she was close to an orgasm. He stopped his movements for a second, long enough to tell her they were being watched and her head shot straight up as she looked around to see if he was correct and then his cock pistoned into her again. The feeling of him, plus the idea of being watched sent her over the edge and she had to suppress a loud moan when she felt herself tighten and clench around his wonderful cock. Her orgasm shook her to the core and she went slightly limp before he pulled her back against him and gently lowered her to the floor then returned to his seat.. “Good girl. Now come here and suck me clean.” Megan immediately did as she was told, trying to wiggle her dress back down to cover herself at the same time. A hand on her shoulder stopped her as Ethan stared down as her succulent ass, thinking he might fuck her there after intermission. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, further smearing what was left of her lipstick and she knew it, but just didn’t care. She could taste her come on his skin and it made her hungry for more. She wanted to taste him as well and she began to work in earnest to feel him come, to feel his cock pulsing in her mouth.

Ethan hips began to thrust in time to the music that was playing and Megan simply held still letting him fuck her mouth and took quick sharp inhalations every chance she could. Without warning, after a quick breath he pushed harder and slid his cock down her throat, holding it there. She rested her hands on his knees for as long as she could then began to tap frantically at them and he withdrew completely allowing her a few deep breaths before he resumed fucking her. She tightened her lips around him squeezing hard and his hips bucked once, twice, and a third time as he filled her mouth with his semen. She gave a small delighted moan and swallowed like a good slut should, then opened her mouth to show him as he withdrew his cock. As they resettled themselves in their chairs and Megan fixed up her makeup he whispered to her. “You’ve been good for me tonight, but you’re going to better later.” She turned to ask what he meant but he was already back to watching the concert and she knew he wouldn’t answer. She wondered what he meant.

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