Contagious Lust (17 page)

“
Cum in my mouth baby,”
she moans while sucking it faster and deeper.

Brian looks down at her while she catches his load and plays with it with her tongue.

“
Whew baaaby,”
that’s some explosive shit right there… you are such a fucking freak lady,” he said as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

“
You know what I want now?”

“
What?”

“
Some of that juicy sweet tasting pussy you got.”

Brian’s dick was semi hard, so she strokes it and tease it some more to get it just where she needed it to be. She then climbs on top of him and he rubs the head on her dripping pussy. She slides down on it and grinds on it slowly and her hips and booty shook with each movement. She leans forward giving him a mouth full of titty.

“
Oooh, Aah…. That feels sooo good,”
she grunts. “
You like this pussy boy… you imagine your wife sucking your balls while I’m riding you, huh?”

“
Oh shit…yessss…,”
he pumped deeper and squeezed her pussy muscles so that he could feel the tightness of her wet pussy around him. “She bounces and moans while he’s cupping her perky breasts with his hand. Then takes the other hand and spanks her ass.
“Oh- yesss... shit… how did you know I like that”
she moans.

“
I’m gonna cum baby.”
So he grabs her ass cheeks and spreads her pussy apart from the back.

“
Oooohhh…FUCK,” she pants harder as sweat poured between the crack of her ass and down between her breast. She collapses on top of him and rolled over to the side still out of breath.

“
That was awesome baby.”
said Brian.
“So what got you so in the mood… I mean with the role playing and everything?”

“
I don’t know... you were just looking so good sitting there on the bus, so I figured I’d do something out of the ordinary.”

“
Yeah, I have to say… it was out of the ordinary especially because we never role played before.” “But it was fun though, right?”
she said.

“
Absolutely, I’ve never done that before…ever! And it definitely adds spice to our love life.”

“
Yes it does,”
she said.

She leans over to kiss Brian and they cuddled in each other’s arms.

R
ochelle jerked awake in fear, struggling when she felt the ties holding her arms. Confused, she looked up to see silken cords binding her hands to the scrolled iron headboard. Looking down she realized her legs were bound as well, spread wide against the sheets. Her heart raced as she began to struggle to free herself. It was no use. She collapsed on the bed in frustration as she realized the futility of her struggle. As her breathing calmed she began to take stock of her surroundings. She was lying on an enormous bed, draped with silken curtains at its four posts. Narrow tables of various heights were scattered around the room, filled with flickering candles. Hearing the door open, she turned her head to see what fate awaited her. Her pulse quickened as she realized Quincy was in the room. He was completely unclothed, his chocolate skin glowing in the candlelight. The play of the light over his muscles was intoxicating as she found herself staring at him. He came to the foot of the bed to gaze upon her. She sighed as she became extremely aware of her nudity.

Quincy stared at Rochelle as she lay there, spread before him like an exotic present. Her creamy caramel skin looked sweet enough to eat, as her beauty sent a surge of heat through his loins. Her dark-tipped breasts were full and inviting. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, sending another wave of desire through him. Her narrow ribcage gave way to a trim waist. There, spread for his pleasure was her feminine center, completely smooth and soft. Her slender legs struggled against her bindings as she sought to cover herself. Her mixed fear and desire was a powerful aphrodisiac as he continued to watch her.

Walking to the side of the bed, Quincy sat down and looked at Rochelle patiently until she met his gaze.

“
Trust me, Rochelle,”
he said softly.

Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to do as he asked. He bent and carefully kissed her lips, touching no other part of her body. As she parted her lips in reaction his tongue delved into her warm mouth, caressing her tongue. She moaned as he made love to her mouth with his own. Her body tightened in response, her nipples hardening further. He pulled away to stare at her again. The desire in his eyes calmed her fears as she tried to accept her silken bondage.

He reached behind her head and picked up a red silk scarf. Holding it carefully he drew its end down her body, watching her skin react to the gentle touch. He then gathered it in his hands and gently tied it over Rochelle's eyes, causing her chest to rise as her breath quickened in panic.

“
Easy....”
he murmured, entranced by her movements.

Reaching for a cup that rested on the nearest table, he used his fingers to pull out a glistening ice cube. He touched the cold cube to her swollen lips, nearly groaning when she jumped and then timidly licked the ice. He slid the cube down the column of her neck watching her skin react to the cold. Sliding it further down, he slowly swirled it around her right breast up to her taut nipple. He swirled it around the rosy tip for several seconds as Rochelle began to writhe before him. He slid the ice cube over to her left breast which was nearest him, and pleasures that nipple the same way. Unable to resist himself, he quickly placed his lips over the chilled tip and began to lick it with his tongue. Rochelle whimpered with desire as the heat of his mouth drew surges of pleasure from within her. He sat back up and again applied the ice, aroused by her response.
Shifting position he continued to slide the ice cube down her firm stomach, and along the curve of her hip. Her body tensed in anticipation and he did not disappoint. Climbing over her leg he ever so gently started to slide the cube along her folds, drawing a moaning sound from her throat. Using his other hand he carefully spread her skin to reveal that rosy pearl of pleasure to his gaze. Slowly he slid the cube around that point, drawing sounds of pleasure from her. Her clit grew firmer as he aroused it mercilessly with the melting ice. He could see the juices beginning to flow from her glistening opening as he continued to stroke her with the remnants of ice.

As the ice melted he paused to grab another cube from the cup, watching Rochelle writhe before him in frustration. Leaning forward he blew a gentle breath across her inflamed flesh and nearly groaned at her frantic reaction. Using the fresh cube he teased her clit again, driving her over the edge into orgasm. Her body spasm and her juices dampened the sheets. He used the ice to bring her again and again as she moaned and panted before him.
Suddenly he leaned forward and slid the ice into her warm slit as he took her clit into his mouth with a hot vengeance. She screamed uncontrollably as she came under his mouth and around his fingers. He thrust his fingers into her tight sheath as he suckled and licked her pearl mercilessly. His body was inflamed by her passionate response, and his member quivered against his thigh. Unable to contain himself he pulled his mouth away and drove his shaft into her tight sheath. She bucked beneath him, unable to withstand the pleasure of him filling her at last. He growled with desire as he felt her muscles clenching him tighter and tighter. The combination of the cool ice and her moist heat undid him as he spilled himself within her warmth. The force of his pleasure left him trembling as her muscles continued to clutch him. Moments passed as they both recovered from this incredible experience. His head lay upon her chest, listening to its rapid beat. Sleep overtook them as they enjoyed the glow of candles and love.

Rochelle woke to broad hands on her back and buttocks, and lips nipping at her neck and ears. From the look of the shadow on the building across the street, the sun was well on its way to down; she estimated that they’ve gotten a couple hours of nap, but are still fuzzy on how long their previous games lasted.

“
Hey baby …we need to get cleaned up before dinner.”

She felt his voice rumble through his chest, against her cheek, and sit up, languidly trailing a hand down his chest as she did so. He grinned up at her, and she can feel him stirring behind her, his erection brushing her buttocks. Lifting herself off of him is a little tricky, with legs that feel like spaghetti and the stickiness of dried fluids between her, but she managed to stand up and walk to the bathroom. A quick sit, then she climbed into the shower to clean off, the hot water running down her sexy body. She heard the door open, the toilet splash, and the lid close, but no flush. He then slid around the curtain; his grin plastered across his face as he looks over her wet, naked body. She flushed a bit, and not just from the heat of the water... it's the heat of his eyes as they roam across her from head to toe, then locking again in her eyes. He stepped forward, stooping a half-second to retrieve the soap, and wrapped his arms around her. She felt the heat of the water pound her back as his hands massaged the soap into her skin.

Her nipples pressed into his skin as her breasts compressed against him. His erection twitching against her; no longer tautly erect, it still struggles to attention, hungry despite its earlier satiation. She looked up to find him gazing down, then exchange kisses in the heat and pulse of the shower, testing and teasing each other's tongues, tantalizing tastes as they twine together.
He stepped slightly back, gripping the shower rail with one hand, the other on her ass to steady himself as he lowers himself down to his knees. With a gentle command, he parted her thighs, her feet now braced against the side of the tub. He scrubbed her legs and buttocks, the water that runs down her back taking away the suds as soon as he makes them. He placed her hands on his shoulders and, one at a time, cleaned and massaged her feet.

After he finished, he looked up at her, again crooking that grin. Her hands are still on his shoulders, her back clean, water now coursing over his shoulders to run in streams across his chest. The grin decides her, and she pulled him closer, his head burying in her thighs. She gasped, in spite of being ready for it, as his tongue snaked out and her clit. His hands clutched at her bootylicious ass as he threw himself into tasting her, smelling her, exploring her again and again, like a book that always provides new delights. It takes her time to rise to it, his earlier ministrations having been so thorough, but her breath comes quicker, her head lolled back, and her fingers twined in his hair, the other hand gripping tightly on the shower rail. Tongue and fingers and breath and teeth and water and fingers and heat and tongue and breath and moans of pleasure wind around her body until everything combines in a long, full-body shudder that has her grasping his head for balance, his arms holding her upright, lest she collapsed.

She rested against him, almost sobbing, barely able to breathe, her legs unable to support him. Carefully, she felt him stand, turning her to lean against him, back to his belly, his erection now full and nestled against her cheeks. His caresses run down the front of her body, outlining breasts and nipples, stroking belly and ribs, ruffling her pubic hair before tickling her thighs. Her body shuddered again as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her hard as she panted against him. She pulled her hips away, reaching behind her to grasp him, thickly throbbing. She begin to stroke him, slowly, firmly, his mouth now on hers, his fingertips dancing across the skin of her belly, breasts, and thighs. She felt herself drawing strength from his dick in her hand, her legs growing steadier, His body thrumming like a tight-draw bow as she felt him breathing harder and harder, until a ragged voice tells her to bend forward. She smiled, knowing that she brought him to a point where he has almost the barest fringe of control. She released him, pushing her hips back against him before she slowly bend from the waist, her heat rubbing against him the whole way down. She grasped the soap dish handle in front of her, feeling his hands on her hips, his legs shifted as he found the angle...
He sank his shaft into her passage in a single, passionate, lunge, his hips pushing hard against hers. He pulled back and slammed forward again, trusting her arms to take up the force, keeping her from hitting the wall as he filled her again and again. The length, the hunger, the needs of both of you almost overwhelms, as she felt her knees giving way. His arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her upright, as he slid out of her, turning her about to crash his mouth into hers, lifting her up and bracing her against the wall before plunging into her waiting punany again.

She looked over his shoulder as he supported her against the wall, slamming into her again and again, his fingers gripping her thighs as he withdrew and plunged into her pussy. Her orgasm crashed down around her as she grabbed onto him with all she had, fingernails digging into his back, heels into his buttocks, teeth into his shoulders hard enough to leave a salty, coppery taste in her mouth. His back arches as he makes a final, desperate thrust, spending himself so completely that she feared he'll fall, taking her with him.