Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) Page 7

  I am on fire.

  She climbs on top of me and we grind our pussies together, moaning and bucking and fucking and screaming out our passions at the top of our lungs. We are lost in the cacophony of sounds. The muffled squeak of mattress springs, the slap-slap of sweaty skin, the swish-swish of juices, the grunts and growls; all parts of the chorus to our lust-filled song.

  I am coming.

  She is coming.

  Our bodies shuddering as ripples of pleasure become waves of abandon, crashing against the lining of our walls, forcing their way out into rushed squirts.

  “Eat my pussy,” I demand in a raspy whisper as she slowly lifts off me. I remain on my back, lift my legs and spread them into a V-shape. Celeste’s lips curl in a half smile.

  “You must have read my mind.”

  “Yes. I know how you love this pussy, cum-filled and sticky.”

  She lowers her body down between my legs, her breasts lightly brushing against my skin. Her tongue circles my clit as her fingers find their way inside me. I surrender to the wave of sensation, coming against her hungry mouth. I pull her up toward me and lick my juices from her lips while allowing my hand to slip between her thighs. Her wetness pours down over my fingers like warm rain.

  “Mmmm…oooooh…Ohhhhhh, Miasha…”

  Our lips meet, tongues swirl around the others. Slowly, I pull away. Tell Celeste to get on her knees. She smiles. Turns over, then inches down toward the foot of the bed, getting on all fours. She has a firm and round ass that tapers down to beautifully toned thighs. She arches her back. Presses her head into the luxurious 1800-thread-count sheets that smell of mint and jasmine.

  I slap her plump ass cheeks, then part them. Her fat pussy lips shimmer in wetness. Celeste gasps as I slide two fingers, then three, into her cunt. Her legs widen. Her hips buck back against my hand, her pussy hungrily opening—taking it all, demanding more, staying in sync to the swift movements of my hand. She grinds and winds. She hisses and moans. Soon she is coming. And I am slurping at her pussy. Gulping down her warm cream.

  “Oooh, yessss…get it-get it…mmmmm…Oh, God!” Her body shudders, then jerks as I latch on to her clit, still pumping my fingers into her pulsing slit. The mouth of her pussy clenches my fingers, pleading for more. I slip in a fourth finger, sliding my hand in and out of her in a sawing motion. “Oooh, ooooh…uhhh…mmmm…”

  “Give me that wet pussy,” I whisper. “Cum on my fingers…that’s it, that’s it…give it to me…”

  Licking and sucking her, the scent of our horny cunts float around us. I devour her. Then change position. She is now on her back. Her thighs spread, knees bend, as I clamber on top of her and straddle her face. Her long, curled tongue stabs into the center of my hole, darting in and out as my fingers splay open her lips and suck her clit. I ride her face, her mouth, her tongue. Her legs clamp up around my back. She bucks her hips upward, offering me her pussy—all of it. And in one greedy swallow, I take her pussy into my mouth. Gobble her up. Our moans and gasps fill the room.

  We are both up to our eyeballs with unadulterated pleasure. My hips jerk against Celeste’s face. Her hips buck against mine. She brushes my pussy with long fingers, stroking my thick wet lips, then massaging my slick clit. There’s a deep throb in my pussy. I am on the verge of exploding. My stomach tightens. My grunts and groans signal to my lover my satisfaction. I feverishly suck her clit, fingering her pussy. Celeste cries out under me, latching her mouth over the roof of my cunt until it spurts out a sweet, sticky cream.

  “Oh, God, Oh, God…” Her body thrashes about. She is filling my mouth with her cum, slick and plentiful. I continue sucking her until she has emptied her pussy. I swallow her warm, wet stickiness, then roll over onto my side, spent.

  “That was heaven,” Celeste purrs, sitting up and licking my cunt juice from her fingers, then her lips. “You sure have some sweet, sticky pussy.”

  I smile, grasping her face in my hands. I kiss her lightly on the mouth. “So do you.” My hand finds its way between her thighs, tracing a finger over the swell of her lips. She’s so slick and warm that I am tempted to drop to my knees and serve her a tongue-fuck, but I resist the urge. Instead, I caress her lips. Tickle and tease them. Her hips gyrate. I continue my finger play until her ass churns and her pussy juice flows. She is so wet with want, and desire. She’s greedy, as I am.

  “Finger me,” she whispers. Her cunt greets my fingers warmly and wetly as I sink two in. “Ohhh, yes…”

  With my free hand I massage her breasts, my mouth alternating from one thick, dark nipple to the other as I finger her pussy. She moans, her hand now reaching between my thighs. She has found my own wetness and allows her probing fingers to be drenched in my juices, my cunt sucking her in knuckles deep.

  And for the rest of the morning we make sweet, passionate love until we are both speechless, and paralyzed, and blinded by heat from the intense pleasure of multiple orgasms.

  Two

  Five hours later, I’m sprawled out across my king-size bed naked, basking in the afterglow of my romp in the sheets earlier. I’m satiated and filled with bliss. I lick my fingers and touch my clit in afterthought, grinding my hips into my hand. Ten minutes into my foreplay, the phone rings as I am about to cum. I gasp, reaching over to grab the cordless on the nightstand.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  I smile. “Hey, sexy man. I take it you’ve landed safely.”

  “Yeah. I’m headed to the Biltmore now. How was your morning?”

  I glance over at the French-cut panties tossed up on the nightstand, a sweet reminder of this morning’s tryst. A smile forms on my lips as I reach over and bring the white lacy cloth up to my nose. I inhale deeply. The musty smell of Celeste’s cunt still lingers in the crotch of her panties. As I toy with the silky material, I push two fingers into my wet slit, remembering the way the garment stretched over her ass, hugged her hips, and captured her cunt. Its bold imprint stained by seeping juices and the wetness of my mouth as I tongued her slit through the fabric. A moan slips out from the back of my throat, reveling in the way she tasted.

  “It was deeee…mmm…lightful…”

  He chuckles. “Oh yeah? Is that right. And what made it so delightful, baby?”

  “Mmmm…playing in my pussy.”

  “Mmm, nice. I like that.” His voice dips dangerously low and deep. “Is that what you’re doing now?”

  Aaron loves it when I masturbate. He loves hearing me moan. He loves the smell and sound of my wet pussy. And he loves watching me more. “Yessss.”

  “Damn, I wish I could see you finger-fucking that pretty pussy. You fucking that pussy for Daddy, huh, baby?”

  I grunt, slowly moving my fingers in and out of me.

  He lowers his voice to almost a whisper. “Yeah, baby. Give Daddy that pussy. I wish I were in back of you right now, fucking your brains out, slamming you deep with all this hard dick.”

  “Oooh, yessss…fuck me with that big, black dick. Give it to me, baby…ooooh…”

  “Damn, baby, you got my dick hard as hell.”

  “Mmmmm. I love your big, hard dick. You wanna slam it all in my tight cunt? Make me squirm and squeal from being fucked fast and hard by you.” My fingers go knuckles deep inside my slit, rapidly stroking my spot. “Oooh, I want you to fill my cunt with your thick cum, baby…”

  “Open them pretty legs, baby. Let me see that wet pussy…”

  I imagine Aaron’s driver eyeing him in his rearview mirror as he strains to keep his throbbing cock trapped between his boxers and his designer dress pants.

  I reach for my cell, spread my legs wide for him and snap a picture of my wet pussy, open and ready. I click SEND. I imagine Aaron in the backseat of the Town Car that has picked him up from the airport, now transporting him to his hotel, with his large hand pressed into his crotch. His dick thickening at the thought of my pussy splayed open by wet fingers.

  Aaron knows I’m his freak. But he also thinks I am his perfect, little trophy
wife. If only he knew how naughty I am when he’s gone. If only he knew how many pussies and tits and assholes my tongue has caressed. If only he knew how many warm, wet mouths have caressed mine. How many tongues have lapped at my clit and swirled in and out of my holes. The mere thought of him finding out frightens and excites me.

  “I sent you something.”

  “Good,” he says. “I’d love the real thing.”

  “Me too.”

  “You drive me crazy, woman.”

  “I know I do.”

  “Look. We’re pulling up into the hotel now. I’ll call you after I get checked in. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I say softly.

  “Keep that pussy wet for me.”

  “I always do.”

  • • •

  Ten A.M. the following morning, I am walking into one of the most lavish day spas in the tri-state area—The Pink Kitty, an exclusive “for wealthy women only” spa—for my monthly spa treatment. From their five-thousand-dollar Evian baths to their exclusive Bee Venom and Umo 24-carat gold facials to their diamond and ruby manicures and two-thousand-dollar-an-hour Pink massage—The Pink Kitty not only caters to the pampering needs of its wealthy clientele, but provides other deliciously decadent services that feed the libido and quenches one’s thirst for secret lesbian trysts.

  Every woman who walks through their doors walks out refreshed, relaxed, and glowing from erotic release. With its soothing music, soft pink lighting, pink walls, plush pink carpet, pink floral arrangements and white Italian leather sofas and pink leather cubes for seating, The Pink Kitty surrounds its clients with femininity as scantily-clad female hosts, or servers, mill about ensuring each card-carrying member is being handled with the utmost care as they sip on the finest champagnes and herbal teas while nibbling on imported caviar or strawberries coated in the richest, sweetest, darkest chocolate in the world while they mull over an extensive list of spa services.

  Today, I am foregoing the traditional spa treatments and finger-and-toe-sucking manicures and pedicures offered for something a lot more sexually gratifying. Their signature Pink-Six is what I have come for, and will be coming from. Three women, three sets of hands massaging and kneading and caressing every inch of my body with special attention being focused on stimulating my clit & G-spot, and flooding my pussy with pleasure. For eighteen hundred dollars, I will be given an hour-and-a-half worth of titillating, toe-curling orgasms.

  Ooh, there’s nothing like a day at The Pink Kitty.

  “Miasha, darrrrling,” the mocha-colored, latex-clad salon manager—a very sexy Korean and black woman with perky breasts and a well-toned body, purrs as she greets me with cheek-to-cheek air-kisses. “You look fabulous as always, darrrling.”

  I smile, stepping back to take her in. “Ooh, and so do you, Lakita.” I eye her from head-to-toe. Lakita Lee is drop-dead gorgeous. At fifty, she doesn’t look a day over thirty, thanks to an array of aestheticians and plastic surgeons she keeps on speed dial. I smile, taking in her attire. She’s wearing a short, pink latex dress with a pair of thigh-high latex boots. My gaze locks onto her plunging neckline, showcasing her double Ds, then eases down to her pierced navel. The diamond necklace around her neck sparkles brilliantly underneath the glow of the lights. She slowly turns. The back of her skintight dress has two cutout holes, giving me full of view of her plump ass. She has a curled pink tongue with a cherry on its tip tattooed on her left cheek. “Oh, my. You look good enough to eat.”

  I reach for my second flute of champagne as she turns back to me, tossing her glossy black hair over her shoulder with the flick of her head. A sly grin curves her pink-painted lips as she slinks a hand up her dress. “Oh, I am, darrrling.” She brazenly dips a slender, manicured finger into her honey-pot. My mouth and pussy start to water as I shamelessly watch as she stirs her juices. A slight moan escapes her mouth as she eases her finger out of her slit, then places it up to her lips. “Mmmm, yummy. Perhaps I’ll give you a sample a little later.”

  I lift my flute. “To endless possibilities.”

  She takes a flute from a sterling silver tray as a sever waltzes by. “And never-ending orgasms.”

  “Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

  Our glasses clink.

  Three

  Thirty minutes later, after twenty minutes of luxuriating in the sauna, I am stepping out of a steamy shower into my personal chamber—one of many individual rooms assigned to clients to ensure their privacy—wrapped in a luxurious pink robe, being greeted by a gorgeous, naked woman with, smooth chestnut-colored skin, standing in a pair of red ankle-strap stiletto Louboutins.

  Her hair is cut short and sassy with streaks of blonde highlights. Her breasts are full with large, thick, pierced nipples. There’s a large, round bed in the center of the room. Large oil paintings of pierced tongues, labias, and clits done in hues of pinks and purples adorn the hot pink walls. “Hello, Miasha.” She greets me with a slight Spanish accent. “I am Anya, one of your masseuses for today. You can remove your robe, then lie down on your stomach.”

  I smile, untying my robe.

  Her sparkling green eyes drink in every inch of my Pilates and gym-sculpted body as my robe slides off my shoulders and drops to the floor. She licks her lips, keeping her gaze on me as I walk over to the bed, crawl onto the middle of it, then lay on my stomach.

  My body shivers in eagerness as the mattress dips from the weight of Anya. She hasn’t even touched me, yet, and my pussy lips are already quivering. I inhale her spicy scent, pressing my aching clit into the cool white sheets, wanting…no, needing, instant relief.

  “Relax,” she says, her breath warm and tickly on my flesh. “You have a beautiful ass.” She softly brushes a hand over each cheek, then lightly grazes her fingertips over them. I moan. “It’s so soft. I can’t wait to slide my tongue in it. Spread your legs.”

  I gasp as she inches between my thighs, drizzling warm, scented oil over my skin. Her soft hands melt into my flesh, massaging the kinks, gliding all over—neck, shoulders, back, ass, hamstrings, calves, soles of my feet, then back up again. Her warm, oily hands leave my body slick. She parts my ass cheeks, mounts me, then grinds her clit onto my tailbone, her breasts pressed flat against my back.

  “Oooh, the crack of your ass feels so good on my clit. I’m gonna cum into your crack and then lick your ass.” I wind my hips. The heat from her pussy warming my ass causes sparks to ignite between my own legs. She reaches under me, cups a hand over my own throbbing sex and fingers me.

  “And your pussy’s so wet.”

  “Oooh, yes.” I match her thrusts, humping and pumping. I can feel her heartbeat thumping, racing with intent, against my back. She is on the verge of climax. “Yes, come on me. Oooh, yes, let me feel your hot juices splash on my ass and drip down into my asshole. Oooh, yesss…give it to me…”

  She grunts. Her fingers rapidly dip in and out of my slick heat as she rides my ass, grinding her clit into me as if it were a dick. I clench my thighs and ass cheeks together. She keeps humping me until her body trembles and warm cream creeps out of her pussy, and slides into the crack of my ass. She trembles for a few seconds, catches her breath, then lifts up from me, sliding down between my opened legs and pulling open my ass. Her warm tongue slithers in a line up my crack, licking up and down, lapping up her juices. Then she slowly circles my asshole with the tip of her tongue.

  I bite into my bottom lip, surrendering, giving into the intense sensation as she works her heated tongue into my asshole. My hips begin to pump, slowly grinding my clit into the mattress.

  “Uhhh…oooh, yes…”

  My moans begin to echo around the sparsely furnished room as an orgasm swells, then gushes out of me.

  “Turn over,” she says low and husky, her voice thick with desire. “It’s time for you to get your money’s worth. Are you ready?”

  I turn over on my back, my heart racing, my pussy pulsing. “Yes. Give it to me. All of it.”

  I draw my legs
up to my chest and clasp the back of my knees, spreading open my cum-sodden cunt and giving the sexy Latina ample access to my sweet treasure. With eager fingers, she spreads open my lush, swollen lips and plunges her tongue inside.

  I moan, arching my back. As she’s swiping my clit with her tongue, my pussy starts to contract. I murmur softly, pinching my own nipples that have suddenly become hard, brown pebbles of excitement. Hot cream trickles out of my cunt, her curled tongue darting in and out, in and out, to retrieve it.

  She sucks my clit like it’s a piece of hard candy, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. “Oh, yes…suck my clit…mmmm…oooh…” I grab her head, clenching my thighs so she can’t move.

  “Mmmm,” she moans into my sex, licking, lapping, dipping and darting her tongue, swirling it all around my center. “Your creamy pussy tastes so…sweet.”

  She sticks a finger in, then another, into my wetness. My eyes flutter close. Oh, god, I love the sounds of my wet pussy being fucked by fingers. “Mmmph…give me another…”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Give me more. Oooh…”

  She fucks me with steady thrusts, gliding in and out of me in swift, slippery motions. Two fingers become three, three fingers now become four. I gasp and whimper, enjoying the sensation of having my pussy stretched. I can feel another orgasm building. I moan in my throat as my cunt clamps around her hand.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Come for me. Come all over my fingers…”

  “Uhhh…ooooh…mmmmm…aaaah…”

  She nips at the pillow softness of my cunt lips, then bites down. I growl, clutching the sheets, reaching for Anya, thrashing as my orgasm crashes over me, snatching my breath. I gasp. She nips me again, then using her tongue to lave the sting.