Chapter 8
Ernie began to use the whip on the lovely blonde stewardess. He lashed her smooth stomach, watching her wince with pain. "Remove that bra," he said coldly. "I want to see your tits."
The woman sat up on the bed and slowly reached behind her till she had the leather top unclasped. Then she let it fall in front of her, revealing two perfectly formed breasts. Ernie couldn't get over the fleshiness of the two globes, even though they weren't all that large. They were so firm, and he took the whip handle and pushed in one tiny nipple.
Again the woman winced in pain, and Ernie felt a tremble in his limp dick.
"Strip off your panties," he ordered.
She lifted her ass of the bed and slid the panties down her legs. He signed when he saw the fine blonde curls that were forming a nice little triangle there. He reached over and ran his fingers through the curls for only a second, and then he pulled his hand away.
"I hope that you didn't bring yourself off before I got here," he said. "If you did you're making me mad."
He lashed her with the whip, then moved one had to her tit. He played with the nipple, starting to knead the little bud till he felt it grow stiff. He loved the look of her breasts when her nipples were stiff. She always looked so much better like that, with those two wonderful points sticking out.
"Get on the bed with your hands high," he commanded.
She did as she was told. Usually, she would have tried to put up some kind of a fight so he would have the opportunity to whip her again and train her. This time, she didn't do anything like that, and she had her reasons.
It had been such a long time since she had seen him, and there was something new and thrilling in his voice.
He slid the nooses around her wrists. She could feel him pulling at the ropes, and he held her down. She spread her legs a little more for him as he went to tie them at the ankles. She could feel him sliding the handle up her leg, bringing it almost in contact with her pussy, but then he slid it away.
"You look tempting tonight," he said to her. "I'm sure that it has to do with that old saying about absence making the heart grow fonder. Since we haven't been together for a while, I think that's it."
She could see him walking over to the table as he was talking. He was getting some more equipment, and she was starting to wonder what kind of tortures he was going to put her through.
He took off a long piece of thick cord that was sitting on the table, and then he took the largest dildo he could find. He walked back up to her, lying on the bed, and he placed the thing next to her outstretched form. He wanted her to see that he was planning something really wild, and he watched the terror in her eyes building.
He moved his mouth to her spread pussy, and he started to run his tongue through her sweaty pubic hair. He could taste a delicious flavor there, and he recognized it. That was the familiar taste of Candy Jones' pussy, and he really dug it.
He spread her pussy lips with his finger, and he started to lick the fleshy skin. He could see her hard little clit quivering, and for the first .few minutes he purposely avoided touching it with his tongue. He could move his finger over there to give it a little tweak every so often, but he wouldn't linger on it.
He was too busy licking the wetness from her cunt. Once she was dry he was going to want to make her all wet again, but that wasn't going to come till later.
Later came much sooner than he thought. He could soon taste the dryness of her cunt, having licked her for a good ten minutes. That was when he decided to move his tongue to her clit and start to lick her there.
He could hear her starting to moan when he did that to her, and she immediately raised her ass off the bed, trying to force his tongue deeper into her twat. He knew she really was hot, seeing as how her violent movement made the bonds dig into her flesh. To lessen the pain he put his hand on her stomach and pushed her ass back onto the sheets.
He raised his head for a second, then said, "Don't fight me, woman." He returned his tongue to her cunt and went back to work.
He could feel her hard clit now, and he clamped his teeth around it while his tongue flicked along the very tip of the clit. She started to moan louder and louder. He reached up and felt her stiff nipples. He took one in between two fingers and caressed it, making her moan louder and louder.
Then he felt her pussy spasm. Her cunt muscles clamped his tongue, making him glad it was wet inside. Her juices gushed, and he knew it was time for the next act.
Continuing his tonguing of her cunt, he reached for the dildo. He jerked his tongue from her steaming pussy and rammed the rubber cock up her hole.
"0-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!" the woman moaned in ecstasy.
She felt her passions rise to a peak, as her cunt stretched to take the huge dildo. The pleasure overwhelmed her. She thrust her ass off the bed, yanking at the ropes that held her wrists and ankles.
Ernie slipped the rope under her buttocks. The woman hardly noticed. Then he pulled the rope over her shoulder and across her left breast. He seized the other end and pulled it between the cheeks of her ass. It was a move he had made many times, with many naked girls, and he was expert at it.
The blond began to notice a change in what was happening to her. At first, she could only feel the roughness of the rope on her back, but the pleasures overcame that. Now the tautness of the rope sliding between her clenched buttocks nearly cut into her skin. As she pulled it up, tightening it, she felt the, pressure of the dildo. It was forcing its way deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Ernie tied the knot by her cunt hair, and when he was finished, he stepped back and gazed at the bound blond. He could feel a swift and sudden rise in his cock. The way she looked on the bed with the rope cutting into one breast and running down to her pussy, across the lips where the dildo stuck out, then under her tight little ass, was delightful.
She looked ravishing. As far as he was concerned, her punishment was only half finished. It was time to torture her, but with a fierce combination of pleasure and pain. He knew just how to go about it.
He reached for the whip at the same time that he was moving his mouth down to her tit. He started to lick her hard nipples. He could feel that certain texture of her nipple on his tongue, and he loved it. He let some saliva drip on her tit, and then he started to slosh it around with his tongue.
Since her tits weren't all that big to begin with, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked the whole thing in. He went on playing with her tit, keeping up the sucking for several minutes. As she started to moan again, he resumed his lashing with the whip.
"Oh-h-h-h," she groaned, as the leather whip handle landed on her stomach again and again. She could feel the whip hurting now, lashing away at her stomach. It was beginning to sting, but there was also that feeling on her nipples as his tongue continued to flick back and forth.
She tried to concentrate on that feeling, and her passions rose. She concentrated on the feeling that was going on in her pussy. Each time she would move on the bed, the rope that was pushing the dildo in would move a little, thrusting the dildo into her just the tiniest bit more. It couldn't have been anything more than a half an inch, but the dildo was rubbing over her clit, and that was all that counted. Even the slightest movement was causing her clit to quiver.
He must have noticed all that was happening. Not only was he stroking her tit now, she thought, but he was running his hand down her leg and massaging her smooth flesh. She could feel her pussy muscles starting to give way once again.
He knew what was happening. There was a certain texture, he had discovered, that came to a woman's nipples when she was having her orgasm. He was so used to it that no woman could fake one with him.
He could feel that certain stiffness coming to her nipples, and that was when he pushed the rope away from the dildo and slid it right out of her. He pushed the rope back so it was almost cutting into her pussy. He watched as her quick ass movements started to get slower and slower, and eventually she rested her ass on the bed.
He pulled away from her nipple, and he looked at her. He stopped whipping her belly, because of the look on her face. She wasn't too pleased.
"Sorry dear," he said, "I guess you were probably on the verge of a gigantic climax, and I stopped it all. I have my reason."
He stood next to the bed where he had been kneeling, and he held his hard cock a few feet from her face.
"Wouldn't you prefer this to a dildo?" he asked with a leer.
She started to laugh. She laughed so loud he thought she'd wake the neighbors. He moved his mouth towards hers and he kissed her firmly on the lips, not only to taste her but to shut her up.
His hands were fumbling with the bonds that held her to the bed. He had her hands free in no time, and then he began to work on her feet. He moved to the lower half of her body, and untied the ropes. On his way back to her mouth, he untied the knot, loosening the rope that had been cutting through her tit and her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you good," he boasted.
"Do it," she pleaded.
He lay back on the bed, because he wanted her to service him. She had made love to him long enough and often enough that she knew what to do. Bondage was lovely, but Ernie loved taking the passive role after he'd dominated a girl. He was ready for pleasure.
She licked his feet and then tongued her way up to his cock. She could see how hard and thick it was, and she opened her mouth and started to lick him. He could feel it all the way in his balls, feeling the tension that was building inside him there.
She seemed even hornier than he would have believed possible. Even though she knew it was her turn to service him, she still wanted the feel of him up her cunt.
She looked at the clock that was on the wall next to the bed. She almost flipped when she realized that they had been going at it now for almost three hours, yet not once, during the entire session, had his cock entered her. That was what it was all about, she knew.
So she finished sucking him fast, not wanting to bring him to the point of orgasm, of course, but only wanting to work him up just a little more, and then, she started to straddle his cock, holding her pussy only inches away from it.
"Come on, you little cock tease," he said to her. "Lower yourself."
"Beg for it!"
"P-please. Please. I know you want me as much as I want you. Maybe even more. I can see how wet you are .with anticipation."
In some ways, she had really thought that she would be able to make him beg, but he knew his way around that. He was using reverse psychology. He could see how horny she was for a cock, and as far as he was concerned, he had never begged any woman for a fuck. They were either willing, or were just told to fuck off. He was certainly not planning to beg her for this fuck, even though he wanted it more than ever now.
"Beg," she said, and he could see that she was losing resistance.
"I do want you, but you want me just as bad. I can see your juices dripping, and look how inviting he looks, pointing right up at you and hoping that you'll be kind to him and let him in. You want him, doll, you want that cock up your cunt."
He could not only see, but he could feel the woman starting to drop slowly down. She was spreading the lips of her pussy, letting his cock drive its way up her snatch. At first, she brought herself only close enough so her pussy lips were touching the tip of his cock but then, once that happened and she felt the first wave of cock pleasure shooting through her body, she couldn't hold out any longer. She was hot for his cock.
Candy drove her ass all the way down till she could feel his soft-haired legs and wiry pubic patch touch her ass. Then she started to rock up and down on his cock, moving it in and out of her pussy.
He reached up with both hands and took firm hold of her nipples. He started to squeeze each one of them, and she threw her head back and let out a wild scream as she started to move up and down on him faster and faster. She could feel the terrific job that his cock was doing on her, even though she was really the one who was doing all the work.
The sensations in her tits were incredible. She couldn't get over the way his cock was controlling her every move. That made her want to move even faster. She could feel the sweat running down her tits, and dripping off on his chest. Then, all of a sudden, the pleasure became too much for her and she could feel her pussy muscles starting to spasm around his cock.
That sent his cock spasming too. He couldn't believe it was all happening so fast, especially after the build up. He didn't care. He had been waiting for this moment for almost three hours, and now he was finally getting to see it and feel it happening to him.
He clenched his ass muscles as he tried to hold back from coming so fast. That was splendid, he thought, because even though his cock was beginning to pulsate even faster, so was her pussy, and he wanted to enjoy it for as long as he possibly could. Then the tension in his balls became too great, and he started to shoot off right inside of her.
She could feel his creamy come traveling up the length of her tunnel, and she loved no every single minute of it. She started to rock up and down on his cock even faster just to keep up the sensations as long as she possibly could. His cock was already sinking, and it was beginning to go flaccid inside of her. Then she burst open and her juices started to rush forth. She began to breath faster and faster, and then she began to moan.
"0-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm com-i-i-i-i-nnnggg!!!"
She fell forward on his chest, pressing her warm breasts against his hairy chest.
He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her closer to him, moving his mouth to hers and kissing her on the lips again.
Both of their bodies were wracked with sweat again, and neither one of them seemed to care about it at all. They both knew that they would be showering together soon, but right now, the tingling feelings that they were bringing to each other was just too great for them to give up at the moment.
A few moments later, Ernie broke the silence.
"Care for a smoke?"
She nodded yes, and he climbed off the bed. He went to the living room and found the cigarettes. He decided he would make them ill each a drink too, just to relax them after that heavy sex encounter. He walked back into the room carrying the drinks, an ashtray, and a box of cigarettes.
"Here beautiful," he said, handing her the drink, a cigarette, and then lighting it for her. He lit one for himself, too, and then climbed back into bed with him, even if they weren't going to fuck.
Even if he just wanted to hold her and squeeze her, it was worth it. He was deciding that he wouldn't mind having Candy around for a few more days. He thought, in some ways, that it would be most enjoyable if she could stay. Usually she couldn't. He hadn't even asked her this time, and it was on his mind.
"Would you care to stay for a few days?"
"I would love to," she replied, "but I don't see how it's possible."
"Why don't you make it possible."
"I should have told you before, when I first came. I didn't think of it. I have to leave tomorrow. In the morning. There's another flight that I'm scheduled to work, and there's no way that I can get out of it."
"I get it," he said, hugging her to show he did.
"I'll come back whenever I can, if that's okay with you? I like the idea of having your place to come to when I'm in the States."
"Anytime you're in town, I'm here," he replied.
He was disappointed that she couldn't stay over. He wanted her around as long as possible. As long as he knew she wouldn't stay for a week, he'd fuck hell out of her and get a week's worth of fun into one night. It was late, but for him the night was young. They had until dawn to fuck away, and then she could shower and head for the airport. What better way to spend the night than banging the hell out of a gorgeous broad.