One Wicked Night. Noelle Mack
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splotched with ink and crossed-out words—ah, here is the first of those—and the thirty-first, thrown together by chance. I will read them later.
Xavi begged not to appear in any, by name or by description, should she be caught while reading them and her illicit pastime revealed. If that had happened, Don Diego would be sure to express his wrath in the traditional way, tying my poor Xavi face down upon the seat of a chair that she might study the design of his carpet while he rolled up his sleeves to prepare for the necessary punishment. Of course the old brute would ignore her feminine protests, caring nothing for her dignity. Up would go her skirts and down would come his hand upon the sensitive skin of her bare bottom, chastising her in a way that would not be at all to her liking. The lady preferred such attentions to come from me, of course, and to be given with love and subtle consideration for her pleasure, never in anger.
She loved to lie naked over my lap and I loved to serve as her chair, whether I was clothed or not. She pronounced herself comforted by the tight hold of my arm and warmed by my thighs, to say nothing of the immense erection trapped between them. It often took all my self-control to keep from ejaculating against her soft belly, as she bucked with the pleasure she took in a properly administered spanking.
Xavi very much enjoyed them, and that was but one of many outré scenarios in which she delighted. For myself, reddening her pretty bottom as she commanded me to do was an intense satisfaction as well. I endeavored to explore each one of her sexual fantasies to her satisfaction, in writing and in the flesh.
She vowed that my stories brought her to a pitch of excitement that had her lifting her gown the moment I entered the house for a rendezvous. When I had tempted her well and truly, she endeavored to return the favor by tempting me with the sight of her pretty cunny and the tiny red ribbon she sometimes tied in her short curls to expose her clitoris. I loved to see its tender tip peeping out, swollen with need, as she held her skirts high and begged for me to suckle it.
Kneeling before her, I did just that while she clutched my head and moaned with soft joy. Burying my face between her legs to savor every drop of her juice, licking and sucking with all the skill I possessed, I held and caressed her beautiful arse, squeezing her shapely buttocks. With my hands, I encouraged her to push freely against my loving mouth so that I could suck her to climax even before I fondled her breasts and nipples.
My darling Xavi was shameless to a fault, wanting more and more—sometimes more than an ordinary man could give. Is it boastful to say that I always rose to the occasion? Then I will boast. I often gave her a swift orgasm to start, so that her next would be that much stronger when I thrust into her, while she lay on her back or rocked on all fours, whichever she preferred. An aroused woman is both snug and juicy, the best and most stimulating sheath for a long, thick cock like mine.
I liked to fuck Xavi slowly at first, especially from behind, until tears of pleasure ran down her lovely face. Gently, always gently, I pulled her long black hair away from her face so I could see her cry, see the streaks upon her flushed cheeks, and how she licked them away from her panting mouth.
It aroused me beyond belief to see her well-fleshed arse shake as her hungry cunny took me deeper, and when she began to push back, moaning like an animal, I would go faster, clasping her hips to pull her tightly against my groin, and ram hard. Her breasts bounced freely and I dropped over her back to slap them with one hand, pulling on a nipple when I could catch one, nipping her ear.
Wanton as a cat in heat, she kept her face in a pillow to muffle her cries when I rose up and began again. She knew what I wanted then: for her to reach round and spread her buttocks for me as I swived on. The sight of her arsehole, pulsing and tightening in rhythm with the cunny filled up and banged hard by my unbearably stiff cock, spurred me to a dominating intensity that excited her to new heights. She came first, brought to ecstasy by my teasing fingers, and then I did, pounding with frantic haste, my balls no longer swinging, drawn tight between my thighs.
Still, my hands craved the feel of her skin and I caressed her trembling buttocks over and over, grateful that she knew just how to brace herself against my body, crying out as each hot jet of cum spurted forth inside her. At such moments, I lost all sense of the boundaries between us…we were truly one.
Is it any wonder I was so devoted to Lady X? She, in turn, craved my full attention. Was she devoted to me? Yes, in her way, when free time and our mutual desire coincided. In the meantime, she had the book, so small that she could keep it in a pocket concealed within each of her gowns. Since my numerous letters had to be returned with dispatch, it pleased me to know that its fine leather bindings were warmed by her body when she retained it, the little book swinging near her most intimate flesh.
When I had it in my keeping, I fancied that the very pages gave off her scent, a mixture of delicate female sweat and the smell of her cunny, the French soap she used, and even the starch that stiffened the fine linen of her petticoats.
I envied those petticoats. Her round-cheeked arse brushed against them, sat firmly upon them, all day. When not fucking her, it was my delight to have her sit just as firmly upon my face and take my tongue deep inside for a good session of cunnilingus, which is every lady’s delight. Xavi wiggled her behind while I did so, and I brought her down to enfold my face in bountiful flesh while I squeezed and caressed it—her skin was most sensitive there.
Shyly, she sometimes asked that I slip a fingertip just inside the snug puckers of her tempting little arsehole…then go deeper…then begged to have the whole length of my finger moving in and out. Thus probed, my tongue thrusting away, she reached a strong climax within seconds, strong enough to make her cunny squeeze my tongue just as it had done to my cock.
The sensation intrigued her and one day she requested that I stimulate only her arse and her arsehole, curious to see if she could have an orgasm in that way alone. As it turned out, she could not, but we enjoyed very great pleasure in the attempt, beginning with the softest of caresses and progressing to tingling slaps with one hand while the longest finger of the other probed her tender anus as deeply as she wished. My slaps had to be light enough to leave no mark. I took no chances on our being discovered. Still, I wanted to satisfy her, and well she knew it.
How quickly Xavi learned to tease me! Employing my technique upon herself at another time, she twisted round to give me a wanton look over her shoulder and licked her slender finger, pulling it in and out of her mouth. Then she set her knees far apart to help spread the rosy buttocks I had just spanked…and reached to touch the little hole between them with her wetted fingertip. Her action sufficed to make my cock spring up to full attention. I was wild with lust, compelled to hold my rod with painful tightness and even dig my fingernails into its skin to keep from ejaculating freely at that second.
Xavi glanced down at my cock and only shrugged, playing the role of bitch to her heart’s content. But her indifference excited me. Still holding my cock, I squeezed my balls hard until they ached unpleasantly, lest I shoot too soon. She only laughed, again looking at me over her shoulder.
I looked back but only for a second. She wanted me to stare at her hot arse and what she was doing to herself, and I did. Then—oh, I was nearly undone—then Xavi pushed her slick finger well inside the snug hole, up to the second knuckle, and asked me how I liked seeing her do that.
I made her pull her finger out and I believe she enjoyed what came next. I fucked her cunny for a full hour, my gaze focused upon her stimulated, pulsing arsehole, and my hands clasping and squeezing her womanly buttocks nearly hard enough to bruise them. Such pretty peaches—I dropped down over her back and supported myself on my hands so that her body would appear untouched to other eyes when we were done rutting like animals. I came again and again, three times to her four. Spent at last, I cradled her for as long as I dared.
But I did not always have my cock in her cunny or my head between her legs or my finger up her naughty arse. When our mutual desire for each other was fully satisfied, when we had the precious gift of time, we walked and talked like all lovers, grateful for our borrowed hideaway. We preferred the overgrown garden where we could not be seen from nearby houses, or the spacious rooms downstairs if the weather was inclement. She would play the piano and sing for me—her voice was a balm to me, melodic and merry. Xavi delighted in the gossip of