where your secret fantasies dare to be
by Tawny Maine
Rick wanted revenge. He once had a quiet life with an on-the-spot-wife who asked, “How high?” when he said jump. Now he found that he drank himself to oblivion with night after night filled with lonely emptiness. It was that damned witch, Zara. She had done this! One night he was at home with his mouse of a wife, Neena, trying her hardest to convince him that their sex needed more passion and feeling. She had held out a book for him to view the silly evidence and then smiled shyly.
“See here Rick, it says we should explore each other and take things slowly.”
He was quite happy with his quick fucks and she had been too, but that was all before she began those weekly meetings with that bitch. The next day his wife had packed up to move on and had left absolute devastation in her retreat.
Crushing another beer can in his hand, he made a hasty decision to visit the psycho witch. He was going to give her a piece of his mind about getting involved in affairs that didn’t concern her. Who was she to make suggestions about relationships she had no business in?
He stumbled upon his not so steady feet and threw the beer can into the overrun trashcan. It landed with a loud thud against the floor as it joined the mass of previously emptied cans. His house had gone to shit. He grew determined as he looked around at the accumulating mess that had been building since Neena left.
He grabbed his keys with renewed energy and a jolt of sobriety. He was going to teach that meddling fortune teller a much deserved lesson before the night was through.
Zara was sitting upon her couch scratching her much-loved cat, Whiskers, behind his ears. She felt the man’s anger and it forewarned her of his approach. She sighed in acceptance of the inevitable conflict with the pride-wounded husband. She set Whiskers down and he looked at her with glowing, amber eyes of resentment for being abandoned from the warmth of her lap.
“Get over it,” she said as she stalked from the room to prepare herself for the stupidity of a man much in need of his own deserved lesson. Zara removed her clothing quickly. She donned her black robe and barely had the silky sash tied before the pounding upon her door began.
“Time to play,” she whispered with a wicked smile upon her lips. The only way to teach this man would be to show him. He was the type of person that learned lessons the hard way in life. Looking forward to the challenge, she flung the door open and inhaled sharply at the sight that met her. He was tall, dark and extremely handsome, deliciously handsome. Well hell, she thought, this is definitely going to be fun.
Rick was taken aback by the woman that opened the door. “I’m looking for Zara,” he demanded.
She smiled coyly, almost knowingly as she replied, “You have found her.”
Rick wanted to curse and scream at the Gods for his shitty luck. He was expecting an overweight, owlish looking, middle-aged woman with big spectacles perched upon the end of a hawk-like nose. Instead, an ethereal and petite woman stood before him. She had long flowing black hair that fell below her slender waist to rest upon her ass. Her skin was paler than moonlight and creamier than milk. Her eyes were large and luminous, peering at him as dark as the night. She wore a black silk robe that did very little to hide the slim body underneath.
He looked into her exotic eyes and felt as if he had drank an elixir so potent it robbed him of breath and thought. He shook his head in an attempt to clear the haze that dominated his mind. He was there for a purpose. Doing his best to retrieve his determination he stood before her haughtily and spoke down his nose at her.
“I want to talk to you.”
She stepped away from the door and gestured him in with slender hands. He stepped into the alluring darkness of the room and weaved unsteadily upon his feet. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought while fighting the need to shake himself.
He knew he’d had a few beers but not enough to cause him to stumble about like a drunken man coming off of a night-long binge. Placing a hand to his head he asked her, “May I sit?”
“No,” she said and her voice poured over him like a warm whiskey, smooth but with a slight burn. She locked her midnight black eyes against his of steel grey in a silent battle. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her and, dizzily, he tried again to regain his focus. He should have been enraged at her lack of courtesy.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy,” she whispered. “All naughty boys need discipline.”
Dumbly he felt his head nod without his consent. Taking him by the hand, she guided him to a room that consisted of a pool bearing clear scented water and one large glass wall. They entered the dimly lit area and she turned to face him. Her dark eyes pierced him as she untied her robe. She let it fall in a pool of darkness at her feet.
His cock twitched at her beauty. She had long, lean legs with a waist so narrow a man’s hands could easily span the width of it and join at the fingertips. Her tits were small and opaquely white with nipples the color of pink rose petals. She had no hair on her pubic mound and the small slit that covered the enticing area made him yearn to divide and conquer what he knew promised to be the hottest pussy he would ever drive himself into.
She sauntered to him, hips swaying side to side and began to remove his clothes.
“You will accept your punishment willingly,” she told him hypnotically. He gulped in air greedily as his breath quickened. Her melodic voice caressed him and he felt like a drowning man. She finished stripping him and pushed him ruthlessly face forward against the glass wall. He rested his forehead there and continued to pant.
Zara admired him silently. Powerful muscles rippled over his form and he was beautiful to behold. She was a healer and she would teach this man to give and to open himself up to feelings he hadn’t allowed himself to experience because of his fear of losing control. She was going to drive him over the edge with lust, for he had already lost any remaining control he fooled himself into believing he yielded.
She laughed salaciously and turned to grip a whip that was lying beside the only chair in the room. Softly, she trailed the leather tip up his bronzed legs. She dipped it into his perfectly sculpted ass and caressed the luscious crevasse there.
She approached him and whispered, “Are you ready to face your punishment?” He could only nod through the tide of sensations she was creating.
“Get on all fours,” she commanded as she used the heel from one delicate foot to push him.
Zara needed to see him jump as Neena had jumped for years during their marriage. Quickly, he dropped himself down upon the stoned floor like a compliant dog. She lowered the whip between his thighs, rubbing his balls with it in strokes that heated his blood to boiling. She teased him with the power she yielded and gave him a taste of what was to come. Flicking her wrist she swatted the tender flesh of his ass. A moan escaped his lips and he was shocked at the pleasure the pain brought him.
“You like that don’t you?” she asked. “Yes, you are a very naughty boy.”
She raised her hand and swatted his tender flesh again. She watched as his ass clenched and he swallowed an oath. Then her eyes widened in surprise as he lifted his backside higher as if craving the punishment he so deserved.
“Say you’re sorry,” she commanded but he refused, secretly not wanting the delicious torment to end.
She lifted the whip and trailed it featherlike from his neck down his back, between the valley of his ass and upward toward his hard cock. She grazed him with it, teasing him and driving him further into oblivion of voracious need. Turning, she stepped over him with her ass toward the back of his head. He thought he would shoot his seed to the stars as her musky scent invaded his nostrils. She smelled like a woman that was hot, wet and ready for the driving forces of his dick.
He raised his ass and it begged for more brutal slashing. Straddling his back with her legs, she raised her whip and came down without mercy. He stifled his cry and felt his cock throb at the erotic sensations each delivered blow created within him. His ass was on fire, but his dick was as hard as a rock.
“Like pleasure and pain, sex should be both demanding and giving,” she told him. “Are you ready to say your sorry?”
“Yes!” he cried. “Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Say it again,” she demanded as the whip struck him again.
Zara dropped the whip and removed her legs from his sides. She walked to his backside and leaned downward. Using her hands she spread the checks of his ass and plunged one finger into the fiery furnace of his anus. In and out she plunged her finger into the sensitive flesh. He moaned and cried out as she assaulted his tight hole. The pleasure she was creating wove downward and gripped his cock in a ruthless hold of heated arousal.
“This is pleasure,” she coaxed him. Taking her other hand she gripped his balls and rolled them into the velvet of her palm as she moved her finger in and out of his asshole. He began to squirm in need with her stimulating thrusts.
“Do you want more?” she implored breathily.
“Yes,” he begged. “Please, yes.”
“First you must satisfy me.”
She removed her hand from within the folds of his tight, muscular ass. She walked around to stand in front of him. She shoved her pussy into his face and demanded, “Use your tongue and pleasure me slowly. If you rush, you will be punished.”
Raising his hand, he cupped the heated wetness and moaned as lust shot through him. He took deep breaths while he used his index finger and thumb to separate the lush mound before him. Gently and slowly he licked at the tight pink nub within her wet folds.
She dropped her head back and moaned, “Oh yes, pleasure me.”
He lapped at her clit with his tongue over and over. He had never tasted a pussy as sweet and exotic. Her nipples tightened, saluting proudly from her chest and begging for attention. He raised his other hand to pinch the rousing tip, but she slapped his hand away and removed the tincture of her cunt from his seeking lips.
“You will do only as I say, now stand.”
He rose upon shaky legs, desperate in his need to grab her and thrust his hard cock into her tiny folds. She dropped to her knees and took his length into her warm mouth. Softly, she sucked his tip and wrapped her wet, full lips around him.
He fought to not drive himself into her lush and heated mouth. He wanted to tangle his hands into her hair, pound himself into her over and over and fill her hot mouth with his seed. She continued to torment him gently and give him only enough to escalate his pleasure and send him into a teasing spiral of delirium. He would almost reach his peak and she would withdraw her mouth to encompass his balls into the moistness of her lips.
“Oh God,” he moaned. “Please.”
His body was quivering in his restraint and she continued to be merciless. She worked his cock like a pro. She sucked, tugged, and pulled at him and then removed her pleasuring lips to torture him. She decided that he had learned his lesson and lowered herself upon the ground before him.
She spread her legs wide and he felt his cock strain against the release that pent up within him.
“Fuck me slowly.”
He silently thanked the Gods and wedged himself between her soft creamy thighs. Placing his hands upon her hips he slowly entered the wet region. She was tight and fitted him like a satin glove. He wanted to whimper and howl at the moon, but he continued to enter her slowly as she commanded.
In and out he drove himself into the sleekness of her folds. He raised his head to peer at her and almost lost any remaining control. Her head was thrown back, chest arched upward, and she was thrashing in her own building need.
“Now, fuck me hard now!” she screamed.
Rick raised his head and released a feral cry before he pounded himself into her.
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder.”
He raised his hands to toy with her nipples, pinching them and gripping them ruthlessly. He was savage in his thrusts and she met him upon each climbing wave that he released upon her ruthlessly.
“Now come,” she cried and the dam broke, releasing the slow building waters that threatened to consume him and drive him over a dangerous cliff of no return. Their orgasms came simultaneously, gripping their ravenously entangled bodies.
Rick collapsed upon Zara and his thoughts began to swim. He had planned to teach this exotic creature a lesson, but he had learned a lesson instead. He felt remorse for Neena. He had starved her sexually. He couldn’t help but wonder if his punishment would make a difference in their marriage. Only time would tell.
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