“Lovely,” he said. “But you’re a little too calm. You’re getting too comfortable. Let’s heat things up a bit. I want you to massage your breasts while I watch. Pinch your nipples.”
When she did as he asked without much hesitation, he said, “Exhibiting your body doesn’t make you shiver the way I want you to. What seems to tantalize you is saying those words.” As he watched her blush he knew he’d found the way to make her hotter. “Say to me, ‘My pussy is wet for you.’” When she remained silent he laughed. “You’ll need to learn to say those things so I’ll have to train you. Walk over here.”
Bryce sat up as she walked to the side of the bed. When she started to sit down, he said, “Not yet. I want to make it difficult for you to stand up.” She sighed and stood between his knees. “Now,” he said, “when you’re a good girl and do as I say you’ll get your reward.” He slid his finger into her wet pussy, touching her erect clit, then pulled his hand back.
“And when I don’t?” Carla asked.
“You’ll have to just stand there and wait. Understood?”
Carla nodded.
He leaned forward and blew cool breath through her pubic hair. She shivered and he said, “Good. Now say, ‘Play with my pussy.’”
“Oh God,” she said, feeling her juices soak her crotch. “It’s so good when you touch me.”
“Like this?” He caressed her clit again.
“Yes.”
He pulled his hand back. “Then ask for it.”
“Touch me.”
“No. Not good enough,” he said. “I told you what to say.”
“Play with my…pussy.”
“Good girl.” He slid one finger between her swollen lips. He could feel her muscles react to his touch. “Do you want more?”
Her hips were moving involuntarily. “Yes. I want more.”
“Then say, ‘Put your fingers into my pussy.’”
She was going crazy. She wanted everything. “Put your fingers in my pussy,” she said.
When Bryce saw that Carla was shaking so much that she was about to fall, he said, “Lay down and spread your legs so I can see your beautiful pussy.”
She stretched out across the bed and parted her legs. “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” she asked.
“Not yet, angel, not yet. We’re not finished with your lessons yet. We have to continue to increase your vocabulary. You’ve learned to say ‘pussy’ too easily. Say ‘cunt.’ Yes. Say ‘Finger-fuck my cunt.’”
Oh God, she thought. I can’t say those words. She swallowed hard and shook her head.
“Such a bad girl,” Bryce said when she remained silent. He leaned over and roughly spread her legs wider. Then he blew a stream of air on to Carla’s cunt and watched as her skin quivered. He flicked his practiced tongue over her exposed clit, then blew cool air again. “Say ‘Finger-fuck my cunt.’”
It was torture. The alternate warm and cool sensations were driving her wild. She reached toward her pussy but Bryce grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. “Oh no. You can’t relieve yourself that easily. Only I can give you what you want and you’re going to have to ask for it.”
She wanted his fingers inside her. Mindless with desire, she said, “Please. Finger-fuck me. Put your hand inside my cunt. Please.”
“Oh yes, baby.” He inserted first one then two fingers into her cunt and spread them to fill her. He pulled out, then rammed them inside. With his other hand he rubbed her clit until both of them felt the ripples of Carla’s first orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” she screamed. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
“I won’t, angel,” Bryce said, feeling the orgasm roll over her entire body. “Let go. Let it devour you.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She spasmed for what seemed long minutes. When she calmed, he stood and pulled off his clothes. His large, fully erect cock stood straight out from his groin. Hungrily she watched his hand stroke the smooth, hard flesh.
“I love the way you watch my hands,” he said. “Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes. Let me touch you. Let me take you in my mouth.”
“Ahh,” he said. “You like sucking cock. Tell me.”
“Yes. I want to take you in my mouth.” She sat up, watching his cock.
His hand slid over his hard penis, to the tip, then pulling back to the root. “Say, ‘I want to suck your cock.’”
Those words again. Carla could feel her body tighten. “I want to…”
“Tell me.”
“I want to suck your cock.”
He leaned over and held his hard cock against her lips. “Open for me, angel,” he said. “Suck me into your mouth.”
When she pulled him into her mouth he let his head fall back. She was good, giving him exquisite pleasure. Her mouth was slippery and hungry and her tongue slid all over his smooth flesh. She pulled back until the tip of Bryce’s cock rested against her lips. “Say ‘I want you to suck me’,” she said, grinning.
He laughed, then said, “I want to fuck your cunt.” He pushed her backward on the bed, slipped on a condom, and drove his large penis into her steaming pussy. Her stocking-covered legs wrapped around his waist and her hips bucked. Over and over he drove hard into her body.
“Yes, angel. Oh yes,” he yelled.
“Hard inside me. Don’t stop!” she cried.
They came, first Carla, then Bryce. Still entangled, they rested for a few minutes.
“That was unbelievable,” Bryce said later. “I’ll tell you something you aren’t going to believe. It’s never been any better.”
“Ummm,” Carla said. “For me either.”
“You’re a desirable woman. And from what Ronnie told me, you’re going to get to channel your charms into a productive business.”
“Yes, I am. And I now know that it’s going to be okay. I had almost forgotten how much I love fucking.” She laughed. “I can even say ‘fucking’ now, thanks to you.”
“Next time we’ll have to find something else to play.”
“Next time?”
“Certainly. I’m not letting something as good as you get away. And next time I’ll happily pay for your attention.”
“You don’t have to pay me. This is too much fun.”
“If you intend to go into business, your first lesson is not to give it away,” Bryce warned. “And I hope you’ll enjoy it every time with every man you’re with. Especially me.”
Chapter
5
Carla and Ronnie had lunch together the following afternoon in Ronnie’s living room. “From your contented look,” Ronnie said, swallowing a bite of grilled mushroom, “I assume Bryce did right by you.”
“He sure did. It was wonderful.”
“I’d love to hear all the details,” Ronnie said, “But I don’t want you to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
With a laugh, Carla said, “That’s very funny coming from you and considering the business we have in mind.”
“You