An Evening Soiree

"And my bra," she said. I unhooked this, and once it was off she shrugged her shoulders and pulled, and remove the bra from her body. She turned, her hands up holding the bra. "Take both and hang them back up over there," she said.

I walked over, and hung them carefully, and then returned. Marlene was sitting there once again, her magnificent breasts resting naturally. Seeing the heavy globes of flesh was the final act that brought my manhood up to its fullest extent. The tent at the front of my boxers was obvious, but I saw in her eyes a warning - do not cover. So I did not, I merely returned, walking back to her with my pecker pointing out from my body.

"That is..." she breathed quietly as her eyes slid down over my body for a moment, "...rather impressive."

"As are you," I replied instantly.

"I wish to indulge myself a little, darling. Surely you will grant me my indulgence?"

"Yes, Marlene."

"Good." She crossed her legs - legs still clad in the long, flowing dress. She patted her thigh crossing over the other. "Bend over my lap, my darling. I want to get a long hard look at that ass of yours," she said.

I know that she saw it - my cock jumped so hard in my boxers as my lower body flexed and remained clenched for a long time. It forced my erection to point higher and grow more fully than it had before. Climbing over her legs, settling my abdomen there, bracing my upper body with my hands on the floor, felt insanely dumb...until her hand began to caress my backside over the boxers.

"Mmmm, very strong," she murmured. Her movements alternated between small circles and long strokes up and down over the hard flesh. Her hand pulled away; from the sudden jerking of her body I knew that the hand was coming down fast. A somewhat muted slap was heard, and she hit my ass. She circled it again, and repeated the movement.

"Count for me, my darling. I want to hear you count each spank," she said. I could not see her face but did not need to; the commanding tone returned and I was not exactly in a position to disobey.

Slap! "One." Slap! "Two." And so it went until I had counted to thirty. She had not focused on one globe; she had spanked me rather lightly all over both, from the highest point to the spot where butt met thigh. My ass tingled a little, but the most telling part was that my erection had strained even harder during her session.

Then, with a quick tug, my boxers were pulled down. "Count from where you left off, darling," she told me. This time with the skin-on-skin spanking, the pain grew sharply. And she did not hit all over, but focused on the same spot over and over. Each strike brought with it a renewed burst of sharp, stinging pain. My body did not recover from the previous spank when the next one hit, and each time it just seemed to ratchet it up. I was up to sixty, when she switched cheeks and began working the other one over.

At one hundred I was wincing with each blow, and my voice wavered slightly as I recited the count. At one hundred, she stopped and began rubbing her hand slowly over the tender flesh. Within seconds I realized that the stinging pain's abatement seemed to make my cock grow and throb all the harder. That I had not expected at all.

Her hand began to worm its way between my ass cheeks. "Spread your legs, my darling," she said. I did so, and then felt the new and uncertain feeling of her finger sliding around my tight anus. No girl had as much as teased me there, and once or twice I might have teased my own ass with a fingertip during masturbation. It had felt good, but it had not felt anything like that.

"Oh..." I whispered softly feeling her finger circle the flesh over and over.

"That feels good, my darling?"

"Yes, Marlene," I said.

"I will now ask you to address me as Miss Marlene from here on. Will you do that for me James?" she asked.

"I will, Miss Marlene."

"Do not forget."

"I will not, Miss Marlene," I assured her.

She made a noise, suggesting a "we shall see" attitude. Her fingers began circling me more firmly now, and occasionally as she passed directly over the tight hole she pressed in more firmly. It made me squirm a little, in pleasure, and react at the alien sensation.

"Does this arouse you, my darling?" she purred.

"Yes it does, Miss Marlene," I moaned it.

She moved her hand, now fingertips grazing thick balls that were beginning to fill with cum production. She tickled and teased them, and vulnerable as I was, if she did something I would have to take it. But she did not, instead, she moved her hand down and found my now-throbbing shaft. Whatever she did, it was light, and delicate, and moments later had me gasping "ffuuuccckkkk" quietly from the immense pleasure.

"That must feel good, yes?" she asked.

"Yes! Miss Marlene, that feels so good!"

"I know it does, my darling." Her continued use of the phrase began to resonate with me. Each time spoken I felt a deepening thrill.

Her hand moved, and once more she began to caress my ass with the palm of her hand. She removed it, and dropped the hand. I yelped a little as this blow had been sharper than any of the previous ones.

"What is your count, my darling?" she purred.

"That's one hundred and one," I replied.

There was a heavy silence. "Unfortunately, no, it is not, James," she said. "In fact, we have reset your counter back to zero."

"Whyyy?" I moaned.

"What is my title?"

I thought *oh fuck* for a moment. "I am sorry, Miss Marlene," I added.

"So now we shall begin anew," she said, and delivered the blow. "One, Miss Marlene!" I said.

At thirty I was near tears, and at fifty a tear finally did drop from my eye. My voice was thick with pain from the blows, and only then did she begin to massage the abused flesh once again.

"There, there, my darling, shhhhh," she soothed me. Her fingers pried down between my ass cheeks again, her fingertips once again teasing that most delicate spot on my body.

And as before, the pain was subsumed - or was it consumed? - by the fingers and the pleasure they provided. As before she passed her fingers over the tight hole and pressed but did not insert.

"Now how does that feel, my darling?" she purred.

"Wonderful, Miss Marlene," I groaned. "Amazing actually."

"Yes, it is amazing. I do so enjoy the sensation of a finger...or tongue...upon my asshole," she commented. Her fingers never stopped moving, pressing, sliding.

"Mmmm that feels really good Miss Marlene," I gasped as her finger began pushing more deeply against my tight hole. My cock throbbed a little harder as she teased my anus.

"Of course it does, my darling," she said rather idly. "And it's making your cock throb as well."

"Yesssss, Miss Marlene," I hissed softly.

"I must tell you, James, that your behavior this evening has pleased me immensely. This may interest you."

"Why, Miss Marlene?" I asked.

"Because when a young man pleases me greatly, it often leads directly to my own intense sexual arousal. And surely, James, a young man like yourself will want to...savor what delectable delights I might provide?"

My next swallow felt hard, as my cock heard her soft, sultry words. "Yes, I would like that, Miss Marlene!"

"I thought you might. We will be returning here," she said as she squeezed her finger past the anal ring and into my body, eliciting a sudden bursting moan from my mouth.

"Stand up, my darling," she said. I got myself off of her lap and stood there, my boxers mid-thigh, my shirt still on, Marlene's bare torso calling to me. "Strip," she said softly.

"As you wish, Miss Marlene," I said as I took the underwear down slowly from my legs, and then pulled my shirt off. "Shall I put them in the closet?"

"Yes, then return," she said. "I'll have you know," she said as I walked slowly away, "that I have made others crawl to the closet."

I stopped, and turned. "I will try Miss Marlene, but if my knee gives out I may not be able to continue with anything. At all. I'm sorry."

"It is fine," she said softly, waving it away. "I would rather you walk and play than crawl and get hurt."

"As would I, Miss Marlene," I agreed, resuming my walk to the closet. There I hung up my last garments of clothing except for my socks, and then I walked back towards her, my erection still fully hard and swaying from side to side as I walked. I watched her watch me.

She stood up, and once more turned her back to me. "Unzip me please, my darling," she cooed. I bent, dropping down onto my left knee only. I reached up and gripped the zipper and slowly drew it down.

"Ah yes, you are such a good boy," she praised me. The dress loosened, and fell. She stepped out of it and I picked it up, and struggled to stand but made it. I nodded my head back to ask whether I should take it to the closet. She smiled, nodding wordlessly, and I walked slowly over and hung the garment up carefully. As I walked back I stared at her body, as she wore only panties, and blessed my luck. God, she was gorgeous, and such a body. An amazing body. And the domination - god, that was hot too.

"You were kneeling a moment ago," she said.

"On one knee only, Miss Marlene," I explained.

"Ah. Show me, my darling." She watched as I carefully lowered my left knee to the floor, and kept my right off of the floor. I placed my right hand over my right knee, my left over top of my right, and then gazed up at her.

"That will do," she said with a smile. She reached out and toulsed my hair gently. It was an intimate touch and while it should not have been erotic, because of the sensual nature of the touch and the closeness of our bodies it became erotic. I found myself inhaling deeply through my nose. I detected her musky scent, and as the aroma struck my brain any lingering thoughts questioning what the hell I was doing were struck.

Fingers ran slowly through my hair, each pssage leaving a trail of electricity exciting me. She moved closer and closer to me, making the pungent aroma fully fill my nose. I watched the tender flesh of her abdomen come closer and closer, and then finally she turned my head and held my face against her body. I shuddered, my cock shuddering, and I think I might have let out a little moan.

"This excites you, my darling?" she continued running fingers through my hair.

"More than...yes, Miss Marlene. It's amazing."

"How badly do you want to cum right now?" she asked with an indulgent chuckle.

"Pretty badly Miss Marlene."

"Yet you have not yet begged for release," she noted.

"True, Miss Marlene, but then it is early yet."

She patted my head in a friendly manner. "Bring your hand up to my pussy, and feel it," she told me. I lifted my hand, placing it upon the smooth skin of her leg. The flesh felt warm and supple to my touch, and as I slid it upwards Marlene sighed just a little more heavily. The closer I got to her pussy the damper and hotter the skin felt. She spread her legs a little, and my fingers found the hot wet spot between her legs. I pressed my hand against her getting a moan of pleasure from her as a reward.

"Oh yes my darling, yes, I am so so wet," she promised me. My hand pressed harder against her body, and I reveled in feeling her heat, and how wet she felt even through the panties. Her soft moans of pleasure drove me on.

"Miss Marlene, may I touch your pussy?" I asked softly.

"Yes, my darling, take my panties aside and touch me, satisfy me my darling!" she moaned.

My fingers pulled the panties aside, and as I did brushed against the hot, slick, plaint flesh of her sex. Just my touch made her shudder, and once my fingers finally began to find her hottest spots her cries grew more insistent. Touching her like that made my cock rock hard as if I wasn't already that hard, and yet it made it harder, better, hotter. I slid a finger inside her tight fuckhole, and felt her muscles clench around my finger.

"Oh fuck yes," she groaned quietly as I began to pump my hand up and down, plunging fingers deeply into her tunnel, wiggling them all the way through the depth of her body. A turn of my hand allowed my thumb to press on her clit, and I finally hot a higher-pitched cry filled fully with sexual ecstasy. Her fingers in my hair came together, gripping me and pulling my hair a little - painful but not overwhelming. I moaned as I jammed my hand up in her, harder and faster, driven by her soft but sharply spoken commands to go faster, harder, deeper.

Her body flooded his hand, gushing more and more slick juices. "Yes my darling, oh yes you're gonna oh oh..." she then she jammed her legs together as her body quivered like a plucked bowstring, and a high-pitched wail erupted to give full voice to the pleasurable orgasm. She gasped and groaned, keeping her legs so tightly together that I could not penetrate her any more, but my fingers kept wiggling. Until she gabbed a fistful of my hair. "Enough!" she yelled, panting.

She pulled her panties down off her body, and then sat down on the bed, her chest still heaving. "Oh my darling," she finally said softly. "That was simply...stunning. But surely you don't believe I am satsifed with only one orgasm."

"No, not at all, Miss Marlene," my voice barely above a whisper.

"What would you like to do, James?" she asked me next.

"I would like to taste you Miss Marlene."

"Mmmm, your request, my wish. Granted," she breathed. She scooted backwards on the bed, and arranged herself on all the pillows. She guided me down between her legs where now naked I took a moment to stare at the plump, glistening lips of her sex, how the fluid dripped out and pooled under her body, and the smooth softness of the thighs leading up to the holy of holies.

"It's gorgeous, Miss Marlene," I said softly in awe of the sight.

"I'm glad you think so, my darling. And it tastes delightful, I'm told," she added.

"I will tell you shortly, Miss," I replied. When my lips pressed to her lips, the heat was what I felt first. The taste second, and then my tongue was sliding into her tight tunnel and her body's reactions drove me further. Using my tongue to drag slowly upward from tunnel to clit I earned a screaming howl of pleasure. Circling her little lovebutton with my tongue, just reaching out and flicking it with the tip of my tongue, got her to grab the back of my head with both her hands, jamming me hard against her body while raising her hips up into my head and mouth.

For a time no thought was possible. There was only the avid eating of her cunt by me. My lips, pressing against her, head jammed in, nose brushing her clit, turning my head just to catch a breath or two before resuming. My tongue flicking, curling, probing, sliding. A dull roar in my ears, her cries, and then a tight clench as she brought her thighs together powerfully squeezing my head as she blasted me with her second orgasm. This was more powerful than the first, and decidedly wetter though not a squirt. Just a copious amount of juices that I lapped up eagerly.

"Yes, my darling, yes, you are wonderful," she said weakly as she released her legs and shoved me away. "Come up here, and kiss my lips. I love to taste my pussy on a man's mouth, come kiss me," she demanded. I crawled up over her careful to keep my throbbing member from touching any part of her lest I lose control. I planted a hard kiss upon her mouth, and was surprised by the eagerness that she had in pulling my tongue into her mouth to taste herself on me. After the kiss she rolled me on my back.

She started finally touching me. She teased my nipples until they stood upright from my body. The sensation was pleasant but unfamiliar. I moaned a little because the more she teased my nipples the harder my cock seemed to get. My hips arched up off of the bed as she dragged fingernails from nipple over abdomen. With it was a long dragged-out moan.

"Tell me something my darling," she purred.

"Yes, Miss Marlene?"

"Tell me what you would do for me if I sucked your big hard cock?" she asked.

"Oh goddddd...." I moaned it now steadily losing my mind to the pleasure of it all. "Miss Marlene...what do you want?"

"I have ideas," she teased, her fingers now drawing small circles at my lower belly, tickling me leading me to squirm on the bed.

"I will do them," I promised.

"I will hold you to that, my darling," she looked me in the eye while saying that.

"I expect nothing less Miss Marlene," I replied as evenly as I could manage.

"You," she said as she put her finger over my lips, "are not allowed to cum. You must hold it back. You must not succumb. It will be a struggle, but you...must...not...cum. Do you understand?" Once again her final question held verbal steel.

"Yes, I understand Miss Marlene, I do not have permission to cum."

"Exactly, my darling. And I want to enjoy this, very much," she promised me. Her body moved down, and then I felt the soft grip of her warm fingers caress my raging cock and I groaned, my back arching from the pleasure. Then her mouth engulfed the head of my cock, swirling it with a perfect tongue, a prison of searing warmth and unbelievable slickness. I knew in an instant that holding back the orgasm would be the hardest thing I might have ever done.

My lower body clenched hard, flexing every muscle I had in my lower body to stem it. Marlene, sensing and feeling this, moaned and slobbered even more wildly on my cock. She seemed intent on driving me over the edge, and I was intent on fulfilling my promise to her. My fists grabbed the sheets as I strained, sweat pouring from me, holding back and so so so close...

Suddenly, she released my cock. She smacked her lips as gazed down to see my cock jumping, all slick now, throbbing with need. "I bet if I just touched you, you would almost burst, my darling."

"Yes, I would, Miss Marlene, oh god I need to cum so bad!" she had finally brought me to the begging.

"I know my darling. But I need to cum again, too," she said. "And I want it done in a very specific way."

"How, Miss Marlene?" I asked.

"I want you to make me cum by licking my ass," she smiled at me. "But don't think of it as eating ass. Think of is as an organ as sensitive as my pussy. And make love to it, my darling. You will do this?" she asked.

"Of course, Miss Marlene," I said. I was too horny to say no, even if I had half a mind to.

She rolled onto her belly. Spread her legs slightly. Reached back with one hand, gripping a thick globe of flesh, and pulled it aside. "Get in there my darling," she urged me.

I rolled onto my belly between her legs, and I found that the moment my tongue pressed into that flesh that I was just as aroused by this as I had been by licking her pussy. Her moans picked up intensity quickly as her body responded to the pleasurable sensations. She was quaking soon enough and then before I had really even settled in she was pressing her face into her blankets once more voicing her pleasure. She quaked and shuddered and then a muffled "oh oh oh ffffuuuccccckkkkk!" was the only sound left as she came once more.

She weakly pushed me away. "My darling, I have one orgasm left," she told me. "And it will be the best one of the night," she promised. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Miss Marlene," I said in a shaky voice of my own.

"I am going to mount you, my darling. You now have secured my permission to cum. You are going to fill my cunt with your seed. Then, after you have blasted all your cum into my pussy, then I am going to ride your face, making you eat your own cum from my pussy, until I am fully satisfied. You will do this for me, my darling."

"Yes, I will, Miss Marlene."

"Then roll on your back," she said. I watched, mesmerized, at her lithe body and its movements as she knelt over top of me. She gently touched my aching cock eliciting a moan from me, pressing it against the wet parted lips of pussy, forcing me deeper into moaning. The hot, wet touch was electric, and I had to have her. Judging from the look on her face she felt the same way. She held me and guided me into her pussy.