Posie's Plan

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But surely he was asking about the spa.

Like Scheherazade stalling her fate, I began to tell the tale of waking up to the pink rose and note, finding the spa certificate. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, flinging it away with the toe of a stiletto. I cooed at Peter, expressing my gratitude for his sweet gift. I told him how beautiful the city was, and the hotel.

I unbuttoned my top as I told him again about my massage, how it turned me on to think about his hands on me while getting felt up by someone else. I let the blouse slip off.

Peter's voice and face were firm – but clearly I was controlling this moment. His eyes were locked on me as my hands roamed over my lush body. I posed before him in my black bra and panties, stockings and fuck-me shoes. I told him about standing in the spa shower, and used my hands to illustrate how I let the jets play over my tits and pussy. I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor, showing him my hard nipples, rubbing my fingertips over them lightly. Peter finished his bourbon, as I wove my sexy tale. He couldn't look away.

"Come here, Posie." He patted his knee and set his empty glass on the table behind him.

I slinked over to my man, and sat on his lap, between his legs. He handed me the champagne flute, and put his arm around my waist. I took an eager sip, but then he took the glass back from my hand. I frowned.

Peter's hand found my silk-clad thigh and began to slide up and down. "So, you enjoyed your special day at the spa."

I put my bare arm around his neck and nodded sweetly. "I did, baby. You're so good to me." I leaned over to kiss him, but he turned his face away, abruptly.

I leaned back, confused. "Come on, let me kiss you."

He turned to me, smile gone. "I'm not sure if I can kiss such a dirty slut, Posie. What's going on in the bathroom?"

The bathroom counter. The toys. Had I put everything away after my shower? He'd known the whole time, ever since he went to pee.

He nodded smugly as the realization passed over my face. "You told me all about your special daydownstairs, Posie. What about your special time up here?"

My stomach flipped, and I could feel a sudden rush of wetness between my thighs. He knew (or had an idea of) what I had done, and he was provoked. The words "dirty slut" rang in my ears. He was using the words I'd confessed to him in the hotel bar.

"I was just very excited about tonight, baby." I heard my voice become conciliatory, convincing. I blinked at him. "I just couldn't wait to see you."

"So you touched yourself." Peter's voice was thick, indulgent.

"Yes, baby! Like you know I do sometimes, even at home. You know you like it when I do that. You even like to watch." I moved closer to him, began to unbutton his shirt. I was selling this.

Peter reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out the bottle of lube. He waggled it in my face like evidence, then tossed it away onto the bed.

His arms were strong and fast as he clasped my wrists and flipped me around. I was over his knees on the chair, the wool of his trousers scratchy on my bare stomach. "Yes, Posie," he said, gathering my wrists in one hand, "but where do you touch yourself when you do it at home?"

His elbow pressed against my back, holding me down. My nipples brushed the cold leather of the chair.

I knew what he was asking, but something jumped out of me, bratty and clever. "In the bedroom," I retorted. "Sometimes in the bathroom."

Peter peeled my panties down, and slapped me smartly on the bottom. "Where, Posie? Say it." He slapped me again, on the other cheek.

I stammered, "Between my legs."

Two more smacks, harder. Peter raised his voice. "Where do you usually touch yourself?"

The sound of his hand cracking on my bare ass was driving me wild. My cunt was leaking now, and my breathing was ragged.

"My pussy. I like to rub my clit and my pussy at home." The correct answer. Peter's hand was tender now, gently rubbing the warm places he'd just spanked me.

"And what about today, baby? Where did you touch yourself today?"

My breath caught. His hand was still caressing my bottom tenderly, my arms still "cuffed" behind me as I bent over his lap.

"The same."Crack! This was a real slap, not just a love pat.

"Peter!" I cried out, surprised.

"Where, Posie?" He smacked me again, as hard as before. Tears welled suddenly in my eyes; I couldn't tell if it was from pain or surprise or arousal or all of it.

"My ass," I whispered. His hand went gentle again, stroking me softly. His fingertips traced over my round cheeks.

"Yes... I could tell by those things I saw in the bathroom. You played with your ass today." Peter's voice was soothing now. His cock was solid and urgent under me, pressing into my belly.

He let go of my arms. "Show me where, Posie. Use your hands."

Awkwardly, I reached back and put my palms on my ass. The skin was hot. "Here, baby."

"Show me more." He stroked my stockinged thigh, waiting for me. I pulled my cheeks apart, and he slid his hand between my legs. I gasped.

"Here, Posie?" His fingers sought out my dripping cunt. He pushed into me, the center of all the soaking wet. "I don't think it was here." I whimpered and shook my head, as he slid a second finger into my slit. I could hear my own exhalations, and it sounded like some other person.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me. The creamy sound of my juices slopping around his hand was arousing and revolting. With his free arm, he pressed me down harder into his lap.

Peter pulled his hand out of me, and slid a fingertip back and up. All I could think about was that wet fingertip, and then suddenly it was on my asshole, drawing tiny little circles. "Was it here, dirty girl? Is this where you touched yourself today?"

I moaned and nodded.

"Say it, Posie. Tell me what you did." He slipped the tip of his finger into my ass.

I didn't recognize my voice as the words rushed out. "I've been feeling so naughty, Peter, I've been thinking about your cock deep inside me, not just fucking me but deep in my ass, and I wanted to remember it, so I brought some toys, and today while you were gone, I put one of them in me..."

He pushed his finger completely inside me, and I could feel a flood of wet from below. I was surely ruining his suit trousers. My asshole squeezed around his finger.

"Do you want me to put it there, Posie? Do you want to feel my cock up in your sweet ass again?"

I sobbed my assent, nodding. My hips began rolling against him in anticipation.

His finger began to move inside me, slowly, rotating ever so slightly. "You feel really good up in here, baby. My cock is really hard for you. Can you feel me?"

I nodded, whimpering. I sounded like some kind of baby animal – if a baby animal can be sex-crazed and begging to get fucked.

"You're so dirty, Posie. Such a bad girl. It makes me so hard to think about what you did up here today." I began to push my hips against his leg like a bitch in heat. "And looking at you now... these sexy stockings, and your pretty shoes. I love it when you dress up like the slut you are." His left hand slipped under me, and found my breast.

I moaned. Peter's words, plus his fingers, were sending me to the edge. "I wish I could take a picture of you right now, you little slut. Bent over my lap, your panties pulled down, my red handprints on your sweet round ass as you rub your wet pussy on me..." Peter's cock jumped under me as his hands worked me. "And you holding your cheeks apart, inviting me to fuck your asshole... Mmm. This photo would have every man on the planet stroking himself."

I was grinding into his leg now, moaning.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Posie?"

I nodded, biting my lip to keep from actually crying out loud with need.

Peter slowly pulled his finger out of me, and slapped my bottom gently. "Get up, my little slut. Get on the bed. It's time for you to give me something special."

I climbed carefully off his lap, facing Peter in the chair. My legs were wobbling with want for him. I looked down, realizing my panties were still bunched around my thighs, and Peter reached for them. He pulled them down to my ankles, leaning over to help me step out of them.

As he leaned up, he grasped me around the middle and pulled me to him, my juicy wet cunt right in his face. He stuck his nose into me, and his tongue darted out. "Oh my God," I cried. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. "Peter... oh God."

His tongue flicked over me, lapping me as he inhaled me. Then as abruptly as he started, he stopped, looking up at me. "Your pussy is soaking wet, you dirty girl. I'm going to fuck you into pieces." He pointed to the bed. "Get on your knees."

I stepped over to the bed, and climbed up on all fours.

"Spread your legs, Posie. I want to see you." I could hear Peter begin taking off his clothes. I opened my knees wider, exposing my wet pink self.

He walked around the side of the bed, looking at me from the side as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops. "Maybe I should use this on you tonight, because you were such a filthy bad girl today."

I was silent, but my eyes widened. Peter smiled and dropped the belt on the floor. "Not today, baby. But next time you're so bad, I will. Don't forget it." He pulled pillows from the head of the bed, placing them around me. He grabbed my breast roughly after placing the pillows, rolling his thumb over the nipple as he squeezed.

Peter took his hand off me and fished something else out of his pants pocket: the mini-vibrator from the bathroom. "Found this in there with your lube, you nasty slut." He threw it on the bed next to me. "Don't touch it unless I tell you." I nodded, blushing.

Shirtless, Peter walked around the bed, until he was standing behind me. I heard the zipper on his pants, and the muffled sound of coins in his pocket as they fell to the floor.

My sweet man had turned into exactly the lover I'd dreamed of all week. And there I was on the bed, ready for him, posed like a brood mare in a mating stall, a dirty slut showing off her holes.

"In the bar, you said you like it when I'm behind you. Isn't that right, you little slut?"

"Yes, Peter." I stared at the headboard in front of me.

Then his hands were on me from behind, palms open, stroking me all over. My warm pink bottom, my stockinged legs, the small of my back. I backed up against his touch, wanting more.

"You like this, dirty girl? You don't know what I'm about to do. You're just waiting for me to fuck you."

I whimpered again. "Please, Peter..."

Cool liquid, suddenly, dripping down the crack of my ass. It was watery, and tingling. The champagne! Peter was pouring champagne onto me, and I could feel the bubbles tickling down over my tight asshole, my cunt, my thighs. "Oh my God, baby, that feels..."

But the words died in my throat as he took my sex into his mouth. Peter pulled me back onto his face, lapping the wine off my wet pussy. The champagne was trickling down my legs onto the bed as he drank me up, and I realized it must look like I'd peed myself. So filthy.

As Peter drilled his tongue deep into my slit, his nose was pressing against my asshole. He rubbed his face around on me, groaning with a deep earthy vibe I'd never heard. "Posie... you nasty girl... you taste like sex and wine..." His mouth was back on me, and I began bucking my bottom against his face, moaning with desire.

He pulled his wet tongue out of me, dragging it up. "Baby, do you want this?" He began flicking the warm wet tip against my asshole, between teasing me with his words. "Tell me, Posie."

I cried and wiggled back, trying to make his tongue connect with me again. Peter pulled his face away. "No no no, you dirty slut. Answer me. Do you want me to put my tongue in you? In your tight little pink asshole?"

"Peter... please, Peter. Yes. Baby,please... I'm aching for you..."

"Tell me, Posie. While I lick your pink perfect ass, I want you to tell me how ready you are. Tell me what you did today."

I whimpered again. He lapped my crack in broad warm wet strokes, and then began poking his tongue into my tight hole. "I wanted to be perfect for you today, baby. I made my ass ready for you. I cleaned myself out, and I put a dildo up me so I could take your big cock." I could hear his groan of pleasure, muffled by his tongue on my ass. I could feel the vibration of his lips against my skin.

I hung my head and looked down, underneath us, beneath my legs, as I continued my filthy tale. "I took two enemas today, baby, so there'd be plenty of room for you to fuck me."

At the other end of the bed, I could see that Peter had one hand around his raging erection. It was huge and thick, as he pulled and stroked. I could see the clear shine at the tip signaling he was ready to fuck me right now. His cock was beautiful – and scary because I knew what he was about to do with it.

"And I rubbed lube all over me as I dildoed my ass and rubbed my clit, baby. I was really nasty today. I wish you'd seen me..." I watched from underneath as he stroked himself faster.

His tongue was frantic now, alternating between my ass and pussy, licking up all the sweet wine and sticky sex that was coming off me.

I reached out between my legs, and began rubbing my sopping clit. I was so wet that it was like finding a pearl in oil, and I cried when my fingers centered in.

Peter's mouth came off me. "Does your hot pussy need something, Posie? I see what you're doing. Did I tell you you could touch yourself?" I shook my head, but I didn't stop.

Peter stood up straight, and gripped my hip firmly. With his other hand, he guided the head of his cock to me. I could feel the thick hot knob of him, rubbing up and down, as he teased my slippery pussy and ass with his prick from behind.

"Baby, please..." I was whispering now.

"Please what, you nasty girl?"

"Please, Peter. I'm just a dirty little whore, I'myour dirty slut whore, and I want you to fuck me in the ass, baby." He groaned at my filthy words. "I want you to put that big hard cock in my ass now."

Peter let me go and reached for the lube, still teasing me. I could hear the plastic cap flip open, then the cold feel of lube running down my ass. Gravity dragged the thick liquid down between him and me, mixing with my wet cunt. His fingertips slipped up and down my crack, rubbing the lube all over us both.

Suddenly, he pushed a slick finger into my asshole, smearing the lube inside me. "Alright, my dirty girl. This is what you want. I'm going to give it to you now, and I want you to relax." He had a finger inside me, and was still rubbing the head of his cock against my slippery holes.

"I want you to stop rubbing your cunt, little slut. Put your hand out where I can see it." I whimpered in protest but obeyed. I was delirious. All I could think about was the hot thick head of him rubbing against me, and his hand slowly moving inside me.

"Pick up that vibrator, Posie. I want you to have it ready. You're going to put it on your clit when I tell you to." Again, I followed orders.

"You're very tight, sweet girl. I'm going to go very slowly, so I don't hurt you." Peter slowed his words, lowered his voice. He pulled his finger slowly out of my ass, and moved the head of his cock to my hole. "I want you to take a deep breath. I want you to relax."

I exhaled. His voice was hypnotic. My lover was about to fuck me, dark and dirty where I'd been craving it. "I want you to let me in, Posie. I'm going to push inside of you now, and I want you to push out while I push in. I'm going to go very slowly."

I nodded. I pushed out, opening up my asshole to him. I could feel the head of him start to enter me. "Good girl, baby, that's a dirty girl... relax, baby." I was holding my breath, waiting for the pain, as the head of his cock passed my tight sphincter. Then he was in, and I exhaled completely.

Peter stayed very still as my muscles acclimated to his cock stretching me open. "Oh, Posie, you feel so good. When I'm deep inside you, I'm going to fill that tight asshole, baby..." I whimpered, feeling myself pucker involuntarily.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. Stay relaxed... don't tighten up or you'll push me out." I could feel his warm hand rubbing my bottom. "Pick up that vibe, baby. I want you to tease your clit a little bit. Not too much. Turn it on low and don't touch it."

I reached down with the vibrator between my legs and flipped it to the first click. The buzzing sound in the room was obscene. "That's a good girl. I know that feels good on your hot pussy." I groaned and moved the vibrator in circles around my clit.

"Peter... I'm so dirty..."

"I know, baby." Peter began to move deeper into me, slowly, as I relaxed with the vibrator stimulating me. "I love it. You're my little slut." My pussy was quivering and I began to push back against him.

"No, baby. Not yet. Put the vibe down. Don't rush me. I don't want to hurt you."

His hands clutched my hips, as he continued to slowly slide his hard cock up my asshole. He was filling me, splitting me open, and it felt incredible. I was looking at the bed, the lamp, the clock, the sheets, but I couldn't think of anything but Peter's hands and cock behind me.

"I want you to keep your ass completely still, Posie. Letme fuckyou. I know how excited you are because I can feel your wet pussy leaking all over me," he said calmly. "But you know that I know how to make you feel good. You're a very dirty slut but I want you to be my good girl, and do what I say."

My voice cracked. "Yes, baby. Please, Peter..." Oh my God, the thick hot feel of him inside me. I could feel his balls pressed against me. Peter's cock was buried completely in my asshole. His hands held my hips firm, and it felt like we were locked together, mechanical pieces snapped into place.

"Posie, I'm going to fuck you now. I'm deep inside you, your tight wet asshole, such a dirty girl to give your little pink rosebud up to me. My little slut." I squeezed my bottom around his thick shaft. "Ooh, Posie, you're so fucking tight. I want you to turn that vibrator on now, and I want you to tell me when you're about to come."

I nodded silently, no idea if he could even see me. I'm sure my face was a grimace of anticipation and lust. I reached down and flipped the switch with my fingernail.

As the buzzing started again, my clit trembled and my cunt clenched. This wasn't going to take very long at all. I was on the edge, in every possible way. Still clutching my hips, Peter began moving forward, slowly. Not pulling in and out – but holding me still and trying to push deeper, pressing into me.

"Tell me, baby. Talk to me."

"Oh, Peter, your thick cock filling me, I can't take it. You're so fucking hot, baby. I love being your dirty girl..." He began moving his hips back and forth. "I've been so wet for you, I've been dreaming of this, ever since you told me about Chicago. I love it when you fuck me in the ass, baby. I'm so nasty but I love your fat hard cock shoved up me..."

Peter groaned, the sound of my filthy talk exciting him more. I flicked the vibrator up a speed and the buzzing grew shrill in the room. "Baby, my pussy is so hot for you, I'm getting ready now."

He started fucking me in earnest, pulling his shaft out and then packing it back into my tight asshole. I cried out, sobbing and moaning, as the vibrator whined over my soaking slippery clit. "Oh God, Peter, yes, baby, fuck my tight asshole, give me that cock, Peter, fuck me, fuck me..."

When my orgasm started, all the light left the room. The roller coaster had been clicking slowly toward the top for what felt like days, and finally we reached the top and he pushed me down the slope. I began screaming, my cries of pleasure mixed with prayers to God and Peter.