Page 84 of The Pleasure Zone
Pop!
He gritted his teeth—his ass a bright, blistery red, tears springing from his eyes. The ache in his cock amplified the throbbing across his ass. Maple Syrup whacked him again. Spittle flew out of his mouth as he begged for more.
Whap!
Whap!
Nairobia’s cunt clenched with each strike of the paddle as it struck across his ass like lightning. And then Maple Syrup was back in front of his wife, her flogger up over her head, bringing it down over and around.
Swoosh!
The Latina cried out as the lashes bit into her clit, the suede ribbons slapping into her sex as “Glory To Thee, My Beloved Masturbator” played over her moans.
Maple Syrup pushed the Latina’s thighs wide and opened her up with her fingers. She leaned in and licked the nectar that flowed out from her slit while her husband looked on in sweet agony. She lapped at her, sucked in her sensitive nub until she panted.
Her husband groaned, lifting himself, pumping his hips in the air until his cock thudded upward. He pressed his hips against the bench and ground his horny cock into the leather until he orgasmed.
Maple Syrup abandoned the Latina’s pussy long enough to deliver three more rapid strikes across her husband’s ass. The man cried out, his hips pumping a mile a minute. “Aaaaah, aaaaah…uhhhh…! I’m coming!”
More semen spurted out of his cock, and Nairobia’s mouth instantly watered. The sight of his gushing milk made her think back to a movie’d she starred in back in her earlier porn-star days, Cum Gushers. She’d been encircled by ten men—five white, three black, and two Latino—who jerked their cocks until they were hosing her down in thick streams of their warm, sticky cock cream in her face, over her breasts, in her mouth.
Groans reaching an ear-splitting crescendo snatched Nairobia from her reverie, and forced her to look over toward another chamber. Drawn to the cacophony of sound, she sauntered over and peered inside.
There on an unforgiving wood floor, a strawberry blonde knelt between the legs of a deliciously dark-tanned Italian, his muscled back and ass covered in raised welts on his otherwise spotless flesh. He’d been flogged with a knotted leather flog that left his back a crisscrossed mess of welts.
His body strained against her hand as she burrowed her fingers deeper, deeper, wriggling them inside him, spreading him wide.
Nairobia’s mouth fell open as the woman fucked her long, slender fingers into his ass; her deep strokes were neither too slow, nor two fast. Just right. And deep. Oh so deep. Nairobia waited with bated breath, wondering if she’d curl her hand into his ass and fist him.
He closed his eyes and let her have complete control of every part of him. He was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He was a powerful man—a man in control of every aspect of his life personally and professionally. But tonight, he relinquished his control. Allowed his lover to inflict the sweetest torture upon him. He wanted to submit, but never had the opportunity to do so in his daily life. Until tonight.
“The Pleasure of Sin” by Athamay whirred out from the speakers. Nairobia clutched the whip in her hand and gasped as she watched the woman push her fingers into the welts on the man’s legs while fucking him in his ass. He groaned, his thick, meaty cock stretching forward, bobbing up and down. His face was flush with desire and desperation as her fingers thrust inside of him.
His strawberry-blonde lover poked and probed and slammed in and out of his long-limbed body with her fingers, wrenching out loud grunts of discomfort that eventually roared into gasps of pleasure as she stroked over his prostate.
More pre-cum. More groans. His lover opened him up wide, and pressure built up inside his stomach and hips. “God, yes,” he growled, close to orgasm. His lover had coupled pain with pleasure and he’d become unable to distinguish between the two, knowing only that he yearned for them both. He loved them both.
Finally, on the brink of delirium, the married CEO and father of three begged his lover for release. His balls ached. His cock burned from the strain of fighting back his climax. His breath hitched. He closed his eyes and bit down on his lip.
Nairobia wasn’t a fan of fucking her fingers or tongue into a man’s ass. But being the sexual being she was, she understood the overpowering sensations brought on by prostate stimulation and anal play.
Still…she’d rather not. But this wasn’t about her.
It was about—
Mr. CEO cried out again, his eyes snapping open pleadingly.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. His lover’s sweet torture was killing him. He needed release. And he needed it now. He begged her for it.
Finally his lover gave him permission. And the instant she twisted her wrists inside of him and used her free hand to dig her fingers into his raw back, his body shivered and shuddered. But it still wasn’t enough, so she reached for his balls and squeezed and twisted, the pain
His hips bucked. Oh fuck yeah…he was coming. And coming. And coming.
A smile curved Nairobia’s lips. Now he can go home and fuck his cock into his wife slow and sweetly. Completely overtaken, sated, satisfied. He’d come for a night of pain and pleasure, both all in one act.
And he’d found it.
At The Pleasure Zone.