Coming Out of her Shell Ch. 01

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Trevor had let his hand fall four times on Charlotte's ass, spanking her hard as he fucked her from behind. He'd done it almost reflexively, and he almost immediately wished he hadn't. Granted, a few slaps on the ass was pretty tame, given his preferences, but he hadn't yet broached the subject with Charlotte, and he didn't know if she was into it.

Charlotte did not protest. If anything, it seemed to Trevor that she thrust her ass back more eagerly to meet his forward strokes. When he reached around to tweak her nipples and then tease her clit, a powerful orgasm took hold of her almost immediately and she gave out a long wail of pleasure as she went over the edge. Relishing the feel of her muscles squeezing his cock, Trevor strummed her clit in time with each convulsion of her body until she shuddered a final time and collapsed forward onto the bed. Trevor grabbed her hips and rode her hard, shouting as he reached his own orgasm.

Later, when Charlotte had fallen asleep, endearingly sprawled across the bed, Trevor looked at her and contemplated the situation. She didn't seem like the kinky type at all. She was relatively inexperienced, having only slept with a few guys before she met Trevor. She told him she'd been a virgin well into her 20's and had been in a few long relationships since then, so her list of partners was not very long. She certainly hadn't taken long to warm up to him though, Trevor remembered with a smirk.

Everything had happened so fast that Trevor had figured he was a rebound. He imagined they'd have sex a few times and then he'd never hear from her again. As Trevor came to enjoy Charlotte's company more and more, he became glad that he'd been wrong about the rebound thing. However, if they dated much longer, Trevor reasoned, they were going to have a problem. All their sex thus far had been strictly vanilla, and Trevor was not a vanilla kind of guy. The last week or so, he'd been watching porn daily; the kinkier the better. But he always felt vaguely guilty as he stroked out his load and imagined doing to Charlotte what the men in the video were doing to women who were paid to act as though they liked it.

Trevor glanced over at the sleeping Charlotte again, and thought once more that she really didn't seem like the kinky type. Quiet, a little shy and, as one of Trevor's friends had pronounced her, "So sweet, she'd make your teeth hurt." Trevor was quite sure that she would be horrified by some of his perverted fantasies. "But then again," he reasoned, "I don't really seem like the type either, I guess"

Trevor was of medium height and weight, but no matter how much he worked out, he always seemed to have a little softness around his middle. He was pale-skinned with shockingly red hair and a smattering of freckles. Trevor always kept a full beard in an attempt to hide the fact that his face was rounded, and he thought, still rather childlike, even though he was in his mid 30's. With his freckles and his earnest blue eyes, he sure didn't look like the kinky type. More than one ex-girlfriend had been surprised when he brought his desires to the table. At least two relationships had ended because Trevor's vanilla partner could not abide his insatiable appetite for kink. Trevor could see that the same thing might be about to happen here, which was a shame, because he was rather fond of Charlotte.

A few days later, as the two sat at dinner, Trevor decided it was time to take the bull by the horns. Emboldened by the dim lighting and the relative privacy of their booth in the back of the restaurant, Trevor began, "Charlotte, the other night in bed," she looked up from her plate and regarded him with interest, "when I was," he made a slight forward thrust of his body, "and I spanked you...was that OK?"

Charlotte deliberately put a large bite of food into her mouth and chewed a long time before she answered. Trevor waited. The suspense was agonizing.

"No one's ever done that to me before," she finally said, "And it was amazing. I've been wondering what that feels like for years...not just during sex, but, you know," she paused and blushed, "just to be given a spanking...before sex. You know, like foreplay?" Her tone rose as if she were asking a question.

Trevor was quiet for a long time, and then he said, "So you're telling me that if I were to take you home tonight, throw you across my knee and spank your ass red...you wouldn't complain?

"I think I'd love it, actually," she said, embarrassed, just above a whisper.

Trevor regarded her as he never had before. "You little minx," he said, incredulously. "What other secret desires have you been hiding from me?"

Over the next 20 minutes, Charlotte haltingly told Trevor things he'd never have dared to ask her about. She paused, blushing crimson when the server who came to refill their water glasses almost certainly overheard her saying something particularly raunchy. Trevor began to shift uncomfortably in his seat as his cock twitched at the sound of her sweet voice admitting all of the nasty things she was curious about trying.

"Oh, and Trevor?" she whispered, suddenly seeming to notice and enjoy how hot she was making him, "I'm very flexible. VERY flexible."

Trevor's cock jumped to attention. He signalled for the cheque as he shovelled the rest of his meal into his mouth. When the cheque came, he tossed a fistful of cash on the table and, without waiting for the change, put his arm around Charlotte's waist and steered her toward the car.

Ten minutes later in Trevor's living room, Charlotte found herself across his knee on the sofa with her skirt up and he panties at her ankles, shrieking in mock-protest as he spanked her for being such a tease. His hand danced back and forth over the cheeks of her ass, keeping up a steady rhythm, turning her white flesh pink, and then very, very red. Though she struggled and whimpered, there was no mistaking the fact that Charlotte enjoyed her spanking. The smell of hot pussy was thick in the air. By the time Trevor stood Charlotte up and roughly removed her clothes, she had pussy juice dripping down the insides of her thighs. Trevor marvelled at the fact that he hadn't even touched her sex yet, and yet her juices were just flowing out. All that from a spanking. It was incredible.

As Charlotte pressed her naked self against him and worked on removing his clothes, Trevor relished the feel of her little body against his. Charlotte was tiny, almost doll sized, barely measuring five feet. She had green eyes and a curtain of bone-straight black hair that hung halfway down her back. Her little upturned nose and dimpled smile pretty much guaranteed that she would continue to be thought of as "cute little Charlotte" no matter how old she was.

Charlotte's top half was slim and her stomach flat. Her breasts were small, no more than half a handful, with prominent nipples. Trevor had been delighted to discover that Charlotte's breasts were incredibly sensitive, and he took great delight in bringing her to the edge of climax by touching nothing but her breasts. She did always need a few strokes of the pussy to finish, but Trevor was more than happy to oblige.

Charlotte's insecurities were all to do with her lower body. She had wide-set hips and a big broad ass for such a tiny woman. Charlotte cursed what she called her "intensely pear shaped" figure. She thought herself horribly out of proportion, and didn't seem to notice that no one of the male persuasion seemed to mind about her ample, fleshy ass and well-rounded thighs. In fact, if she'd thought about it, she'd have realized how Trevor had just demonstrated that he quite enjoyed her ass. When she unzipped his pants and reached for his cock, it sprung out of his briefs, standing at attention. Charlotte palmed his balls as she inched the briefs down his legs until he stepped out of them.

Now as naked as Charlotte was, Trevor picked Charlotte up and carried her up the stairs to his bed. Before she knew what was happening, she had been thrown to the bed on her back and was bent nearly in half, legs up, feet behind her head as Trevor hungrily licked her pussy, slurping and sucking at her copious juices. The heat from her freshly spanked ass warmed his face and piqued his desire as he devoured her wet cunt.

When he curled his tongue and stuck it in her hole, fucking her wetly, she began to writhe, but was held still by his hands gripping the backs of her thighs. When he nibbled at the flesh of her inner lips, she gave a loud moan. When he bit down on that flesh, she howled, but did not protest. When he sucked rhythmically, drawing hard on her clit, she moaned with a guttural, rhythmic sound, and when he sharply nipped that sensitive nub, she screamed at the top of her lungs and came so hard that she would have kicked him in the face, had he not still been holding her legs.

Trevor leaned on her, holding her convulsing body in place, "Open your eyes!" he commanded, for she had closed them in her bliss. Charlotte's eyes flew open and she held Trevor's gaze as the waves of her orgasm continued to crash over her.

"That was so hot, baby." he whispered when she was finally still. He leaned over her and kissed her so that she tasted her own juices on his lips and tongue, and felt the wetness of herself in his beard. She showed her agreement by drawing his tongue into her mouth and holding the kiss for a long time.

Trevor released Charlotte's legs and straddled her face, bringing his cock to her waiting mouth. But he was so turned on by the events of this evening that he was mad to fuck her. After the most cursory of blow jobs, he pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her legs again, bringing them once more overhead, this time so far that he knees rested beside her ears. The sight of her in that position was so raw and nasty and sexy...her pussy, and even the little pucker of her asshole fully on display for him. He was as hard as iron at the sight and desperate to be inside of her.

Holding the backs of her knees, he thrust into her fiercely, fucking her as hard as he could. Immobilized by her position, she screamed her pleasure with every thrust. The headboard met the wall with a *THOCK* each time he drove into her. He fucked her faster, and her body shook and bounced with his frenzied rhythm. Trevor tensed and drove into Charlotte a final time. She screamed and then he gave a moan that started low in his belly and built until he was roaring with the intensity of his orgasm. Cum spurted out of him again and again and again, and when the spasms passed, Trevor was breathless

Slowly, Trevor pulled out and moved away from Charlotte, but regarded her intently. Charlotte could see an idea forming in his head. Moving back toward her, he reached out and began to finger her pussy. But just as she started purring her enjoyment and grinding against his hand, he withdrew it. She grabbed his wrist to bring his hand to her again, but he refused.

"If you want another cum, do it yourself, while I watch." he commanded. "And tell me when you're about to cum. I want to hear you say it."

This stopped Charlotte short for the barest of moments. She'd never done that in front of anyone before. But the heaviness in her belly and the insistent longing of her flesh to be touched made up her mind for her. Then Charlotte reasoned that if she were going to do this, she may as well make the most of it. Her normal position for touching herself was to lie on her back with her feet together and her legs flopped open. That was fine when she was by herself, but much too gyno-exam for anyone else to witness.

Instead, sitting against the wall for balance, Charlotte spread her legs, lifted the left one and hooked her calf and ankle behind her head. This position thrust her pussy forward, leaving it totally on display for Trevor. With her left hand, Charlotte then reached across her body, in front of her left thigh to finger her pussy. The noises she made were at first demure and sweet, but as she got really into pleasuring herself, her moans took on an animal quality. She was so aware of herself and what she was doing. With her leg behind her head, fingering her sopping wet, freshly fucked cunt while Trevor watched, she felt positively filthy- and positively amazing.

Trevor practically drooled as he moved closer to better watch her fingers work the sensitive flesh of her inner lips against her clit, intensifying her pleasure with every stroke. Her clit became engorged and Trevor caught glimpses of it peeking out from beneath the fold of flesh where it usually hid When Charlotte's right hand reached over to pinch and twist her nipples, Trevor gasped aloud. He couldn't believe that this shy little woman had turned into the dirty, sexy slut who was now working herself into a frenzy before his amazed eyes.

Charlotte unhooked her leg from behind her head, but kept her legs spread wide. "I'm gonna cum!!" she gasped out just before her orgasm rocked her. With the first spasm, she knocked her head on the wall. Uncaring, she rubbed hard at her wet flesh and rode out the climax, finally sliding down the wall to lie, exhausted on the bed.

Trevor came to Charlotte and climbed on top of her. Pinning her wrists above her head, he kissed her hard, biting her lip. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. "So how did it feel to be a filthy, sexy slut for me?" he asked, giving her a lazy slap on the ass. In reply, she spread her legs slightly, and moved so that his cock rested between the lips of her pussy. The little thrust of her hips was unmistakable. She couldn't wait to do it again. And that was good, thought Trevor, because he hadn't even gotten to the kinky stuff yet.