The Fireworks Continue: Part 3 (conclusion)
By Sonya (sonyakininski@yahoo.com
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Part 3
It was 2 AM. I heard a soft knock at my apartment door. I looked through the peephole and saw a beautiful woman, a blonde.
"What are you waiting for, Sonya?" she said. "Open up like a good slut."
I recognized the voice and my heart raced, but I couldn't believe it. Yes, it was Alex! I threw myself on her and covered her face with kisses and knelt before this goddess, melting with gratitude for the impossible, and then.... then I awoke to darkness.
Jennifer's regular breathing was audible from my bedroom indicating she was fast asleep. In shaking off the disturbing joy of my dream I realized just how deeply and crazily in love with Alex I had been, and just how fruitless my hopes were.
I grew ashamed of myself, of my actions, of my weaknesses, of the irreparable harm done to me and of the harm I had already inflicted on Jennifer -- I don't mean the spanking and slapping. No, the harm of enticement, captivation, of igniting a futile love that had no future, beholden as I was to a dream-woman who had abandoned me.
I stole into the bedroom and gazed at Jen's luscious resting bound body, her narrow sexy waist, strong elegant dancer's legs, muscled back, beautiful firm ass cheeks.... She seemed so comfotable in her bonds, awkward as they were. Her legs were spread, feet fastened to the bedposts of the footboard and her arms were bound behind her back. Her fine-featured head rested on its side. Even in the low light of nighttime I could discern the effects of my vicious spanking.
I ever so gently released her while she slept and slipped into bed beside her, content merely to gaze and listen and muse. It was glorious to be utterly naked with her.
I found myself dreaming that a lovely passionate woman was kissing my small breasts, gently pulling my nipples up with her soft lips and releasing them, coating my aureoles with spittle, sending erotic warmth to my pussy, then kissing the lower part of my neck.... but when I went to embrace this beauty I couldn't -- something held me back, my arms wouldn't move.
The light of dawn was creeping into my bedroom adn Jen was above me, kissing me just like my dream, and I went to gather her into my arms but realized that my wrists were tied to the headboard. This dream was a reality!
For a moment I grew terribly afraid: would she retaliate, was she thinking about hurting me the way I had her? But her warm soft kisses, as they traversed my electrified skin, reassured me. She bit and nibbled my lips and sucked sweetly on my tongue and confidently caressed my sensitive aching breasts with her fine hands.
"Now I have you!" she whispered, "Now I have your magnificently lovely sexy body all to myself, dear darling lover."
She was so soft, so tender, and so hot, all at once. She licked me from my throat to my slit, and back, and back again, and I writhed in heat, languorously.
"You've shown me the way," Jen continued, "and I'm so grateful, Mistress.... I so want to be your lover, your pet."
"Oh Jen!" I exclaimed, "I love your kisses!"
"And I love, and want, yours, Mistress. I'm so fucking hot, and so fucking grateful for what you did to me."
She grazed my tummy with her left hand and my pussy instantly gushed.
"I have a confession, Sonya, Mistress," Jen said quietly.
"What is it, Jen?"
"Please call me slut or bitch or slave for now."
"Confess to me, my slut."
"I wish Alex had chosen me instead of you."
"You ARE a bitch, aren't you?" I responded.
"I had a crush on her, but I was afraid.... and I had a crush on you too, Mistress."
"Jen, please stop this Mistress stuff, at least for now. Call me Sonya, please."
"No, Mistress. For now I want to be a slave, your slave, a slut who will bring you wonderful pleasure, as you have brought pleasure to me."
Her eyes narrowed and I could see that she was possessed by desire.
"But a Mistress must also please her slave."
"Yes," she said, as if in a trance, "yes."
She continued: "If Alex had taken me as she'd taken you, then I would be a much better slut to you. I'd know just how to offer myself up. But I have to learn differently. And I have to teach you to forget that blonde bitch." A note of menace crept into her voice.
"She toyed with you, she used you solely for her sadistic pleasure. She knew she would be leaving the country. To raise your hopes like that.... and then to abandon you .... how can you pine for a bitch like her? I only hope her little cousin turns the tables on her someday."
I was surprised by the rancor in Jen's voice.
"I watched you dance from the first day of class, but I was afraid of what you stirred up in me. Will you forgive me my fear?"
Jen's face was so earnest, so lovely... I smiled.
"Of course, my darling slut, of course."
She kissed me on my beckoning lips and I closed my eyes and before I knew it she had blindfolded me.
Jen's caresses were breathtaking. I felt so vividly her hands over myfeet and calves and thighs, her lips on my navel.
"I know what my Mistress wants," she purred.
Her hot kisses coursed down my neck, between my breasts, all the way to the crest of my cunt. They began again, wet and intoxicating, under my arms and along my flanks and pelvis."
"Oh god, Jen, you feel so good, you're so wonderful!" I exclaimed.
Her luscious kisses resumed on the undersides of my feet, then along their arches, shifting foot to foot. She licked excruciatingly slowly along the inner apsect of one thigh, then the other, but stopped short of my tender dripping swollen cunt lips. She circled my breasts with her mouth and moistened my stomach with her lips.
My nipples and pussy were crying out for attention, for her lips, teeth, tongue or hands, anything! But she teased me without mercy. I began to moan and pleaded with her.
"Oh Jen, my poet, please, please take my breasts with your sweet mouth, and my pussy, please taste me, Jen, please!"
"Do I please my Mistress?" she asked demurely.
"Oh god yes!," I screamed, "but please, I need more, I want more!"
She seemed to disappear, leaving me breathless, and then I felt her presence again. To my unexpected delight I sensed the dripping of oil, olive oil judging from the aroma, on my swollen nipples, and then along my engorged slit.
"God, Jen, that feels so good, thank you!"
I was beginning to lose control.
"Please kiss me, Jen, kiss me, pinch me, slap me, do anything you want with me."
"My Mistress must learn patience," she coolly replied.
She was stroking my hair as my chest heaved.
"I loved the way you spanked me, Sonya. I'm still so deliciously sore I can barely sit. And I have that wonderful brush you used on me, here, in my hands."
My right oil-covered nipple received a grazing blow from my wooden hairbrush. The surprise of the bristles brushing across my nipple made me leap upwards, straining against my bonds. I then felt the bristles resting on my pussy, divinely, and slowly pressing into my glistening lips and folds, moving under Jen's pressure up and down and sideways and inflaming my clit. I was about to come but Jen removed the brush. Beause I was blindfolded every touch felt like an unanticipated explosion.
Jen worked my nipples expertly, pressing the bristles onto them sometimes, at other times swinging the brush quickly across each breast, or slapping my breasts directly and rapidly. I arched my back. The brush came down onto my oiled shaven cunt and I screamed. Jen directed a flurry of brush-slaps onto my pussy and again I was on the verge of cumming but she desisted.
As she was teasing me she told me how beautiful I was, how she had longed to possess my body, how crazed she became licking my ass last night, how terribly frustrating it was to watch me make myself cum when her tongue was lusting to taste me.....
The slapping brushstrokes became more intense, sharper, more varied in rhythm. I became desperate to cum, desperate to be used, fucked, possessed. Then she stopped and I smelled the aroma of her pussy just inches above my face. I strained to reach it with my tongue but she lifted herself just out of range.
"Do you want me, Mistress?" Jen asked.
"Yes, Jen, of course."
"And Alex?"
I was silent.
In a moment my cunt was aflame as Jen brought the brush down upon it harshly.
"Oh!" I moaned.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Jen..." I began, and then an ever more vicious stroke lashed my pussy. It really hurt and I began to breathe rapidly. Yet another blow and I screamed.
"No, no!"
"No what?" she asked.
"No Alex," I heaved, "it's you I want!"
"Fucking liar!" replied Jen, smacking my cunt with the flat side of the brush now. My legs spread involuntarily and I writhed and she smacked the insides of my thighs viciously, and then the brush side landed on my pussy so hard I screamed.
"Jen, Jen, take me, take me, take me," I babbled, "take your Mistress."
I could feel her spreading my pussy lips with her fingers and exposing my clit and then positioning the brush in my folds. She pressed down with her weight and each individual bristle was like an electric point galvanizing my tissues. While pressing she very slowly moved the brush circularly and pressed harder. My cunt was on fire and my pelvis began to contract, quick short rumblings, and her ambrosial pussy was lowered to my mouth.
I swathed and slathered her copiously wet cunt with my mouth and tongue, determined to give her the best pussy-licking in the world as the needle-like points of the hairbrush ground into my naked pussy and my pelvis arched upwards to meet her pressure.... And then in a flash the brush was removed and in its place her sweet lips were sucking my clit into her mouth and her tongue was flicking across my bud to send me into an ecstatic, transcendent orgasmic zone.
Her own cumming followed, violently, and when it became too sensitive to lick her clit I rimmed her netherbud with abandon.
Eventually I was unbound, and we lay with each other, savoring our smells, our juices, our flesh, until we fell asleep.
A month later Jen moved in and began divorce proceedings, which are still pending. We are partners now. When our lovemaking threatens to become stale, we take measures to inject a dose of excitement and experiment. I no longer am in thrall to Alex, nor do I think of myself exclusively as a sub. Jen's intelligence and sexual creativity are potent; she invites my elaborate lust in every way possible. I've taken great pleasure in ministering 'punishment' to her, and in having her return the favor. We are lovers, and fuckers too (how I love it when she takes me from behind with her strapon, when my nether-channel engulfs her thrust as she strokes my cunt with her deft fingers, or pulls my hair, or.... well, you get the picture.
And speaking of pictures, we've now embarked on the composition of an erotic illustrated book together -- a book based on an experience we had with an unexpected female visitor. But that's a whole other story!
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Kisses to all who've encouraged me to continue writing!