Sex In Stilettos

I did not waste time on words. There was only one way to praise such a gorgeous tube of girl meat. Tamella shuddered as I licked and kissed the shaven sac of her balls, then lovingly lashed her shaft with my tongue. Finally, I wrapped my mouth around it and effortlessly deep-throated the full, ten thick inches.

The responsive moans of the goddess, as I made passionate love to her with my mouth were sweet music to my ears. Urgently freeing her breasts from the straps that bound them, she squashed them together and raised them, so that she could tease her erect nipples with her tongue. With an artistry honed from years of experience, I coaxed her slowly to climax. A breathtaking deluge of hot, thick cream was the reward for my efforts. I gulped down every delicious drop, then licked her cock clean.

Afterwards, side by side on the warm leatherette seat, we kissed deeply and fondled each other's cocks.

"Fix yourself a drink, darling," she whispered. "It's going to be a long night."

I declined the offer, not wishing to wash the taste of her cum from my mouth.

Half an hour later, we were in her hotel suite. I had little time to appreciate the opulent surroundings, as we both had much more pressing bedroom matters in mind. By the time Tamella had stripped to her thigh boots, I was down to only my stockings and suspender belt and kneeling before her. She brushed my lips with her cock and smacked my face with the hot rod. But when I tried to take it in my mouth again, she pushed me away.

"Get on the bed," she snapped. "I'm going to bring a little color to your cheeks.

A moment later, I was crouched on all fours on the dark red covers of the queen sized bed, my rear end eagerly presented for punishment. Tamella took several instruments from a drawer of her dressing table. She warmed me up with twelve stinging strokes of a long, thin cane, then stoked the fire to fever pitch with a blistering salvo from a thick leather tawse, which left me begging for mercy. Ignoring my cries, she took up a cat o' nine tails and proceeded to vigorously flog me, until her right arm weakened from the exertions. By then, my buttocks and the backs of my thighs felt as if they were ablaze. Glancing over my shoulder at the full-length closet mirror, I saw the livid streaks branded on my tender flesh.