Belle Submission Page 3

  ‘Wait a minute!’

  ‘You’re all wet, Trina. It’s glistening like dewdrops. It’s lovely. Hey, I get wet, when I think of being spanked. Most girls do. It’s OK.’

  ‘I am kind of excited,’ Trina blurted.

  ‘Do you want us to get it on?’

  ‘Wow, Kimmi! Wait a minute…’

  ‘We’re all flesh, aren’t we? I’ve watched you in the jacuzzi, Trina. I know you.’

  ‘I’m not sure. I’ve never… I’m not lesbian. I’ve never wanted to, with a girl… with any other girl.’

  ‘Sure?’

  Trina gulped.

  ‘Except you,’ she whispered.

  ‘That’s sweet. Being not sure is the best fun. I’ll give you the full oriental massage, if you like.’

  Without waiting for Trina’s assent, Kimmi released her legs and climbed on top, straddling the nude body with her own. She began to slide up and down Trina’s quivering back, tickling her with her nipples, which were hard, like tiny pears. She worked her way down to the quivering flans of Trina’s buttocks, which involuntarily clenched then relaxed, spreading, to let Kimmi poke each of her breasts fully into the wide ass-cleft, nuzzling her teat between Trina’s thighs. Trina’s cunt gushed hot oil over the younger girl’s stiff nipples. Then Kimmi flipped around and faced Trina’s feet. With her own cunt pressed to Trina’s nape, she began to trace Trina’s spine with her open gash, which was hot and wet and seeping its own copious juice. Trina gasped as she felt Kimmi’s erect clitoris, like a hot, fleshy walnut, pressing on the joints of her spine, while Kimmi’s breasts caressed her thighs, her calves and, finally, the soles of her feet, with the girl’s cunt clutching — actually clutching, with prehensile gash-lips — the last bone in Trina’s spine, her nubbin: waves of pleasure and excitement coursed through her throbbing clitoris, her erect nipples, her spine and fluttering belly.

  ‘Feel alive?’ said Kimmi.

  ‘Why, that’s just how I feel,’ cried Trina.

  She turned Trina over and straddled her oiled nudity, breast to breast and cunt to cunt. Kimmi plunged her nose into Trina’s hair and breathed deeply, while brushing the erect buds of Trina’s breasts with her own; their bellies pressed, and Kimmi’s pubic bone was hard on the soft wet lips to Trina’s womb. Trina’s cunt-basin writhed to meet Kimmi’s jabbing pressure, her stiff clitoris seeking the caress of the girl’s pubic curls.

  ‘Oh…’ Trina moaned. ‘Oh…’

  Her clitty touched Kimmi’s, and Kimmi’s body stiffened, trembling. Kimmi’s nubbin was heavily extruded from her cunt-lips, and rock-hard. Kimmi made no sound, and her breath was calm, unlike Trina’s gasping sighs.

  ‘Oh, do me, Kimmi, do me,’ Trina whispered.

  ‘You do want to get it on.’

  ‘I thought this —’

  ‘This is massage. Getting it on is this.’

  Kimmi flipped once more, and buried her face between Trina’s wet thighs. Trina gasped as Kimmi’s tongue entered her anus to an inch and began to poke in and out, while her chin ground Trina’s soaking gash. Kimmi’s gaping cunt hovered, inches above Trina’s own face. Trina grasped the girl’s buttocks and pulled her to cover her face; Kimmi allowed the whole weight of her cunt and buttocks to press on Trina’s mouth and nose. Kimmi’s skin was so silken-smooth, her ass-muscles so ripe and firm and sweetly soft, pulsing beneath the girl’s trembling naked moons… Trina was smothered in scented wetness, and fastened her lips on the swollen clitty, beginning to chew with rhythmic motions of her nose in the wet pouch. Kimmi prised open the lips of Trina’s anus pucker and got her nose inside, while her tongue flicked over Trina’s distended nubbin. Trina’s belly fluttered, then heaved at Kimmi’s expert tonguing; she gulped for air under the writhing of the girl’s cunt-basin, grinding her face while slopping it with copious come. Trina’s palms pulled Kimmi’s buttocks closer to her and she opened her jaws wide to engulf the entire cunt in her mouth. She felt Kimmi’s hot come trickle to the back of her throat as she sucked the gash-flaps, with her tongue flicking the nubbin; Kimmi’s head bobbed up and down, fucking Trina’s gash with her nose, which she intruded fully into the writhing, soaked pouch.

  ‘Mmm… Uh…’ Trina gasped, as she felt her spasm welling up inside her, and then her moans became grunts, then shrieks, long and staccato, as her pussy throbbed and flowed with moisture; moons and stars danced before her eyes as her cunt and belly exploded in orgasm more profound than she could ever remember.

  ‘Wow,’ she said weakly, rubbing her eyes, wet with Kimmi’s come, as the two bodies disengaged. ‘You made me come… I’ve never done it with a girl before. Was it good for you, Kimmi? Coming, I mean?’

  ‘I’m not really into coming,’ said Kimmi. ‘I pleasured you, that’s all that matters.’

  ‘Wait a minute —’ Trina’s warm afterglow of orgasm was pierced by chilly anger ‘— I had lesbian sex for the first time ever, I… I ate you out, and you didn’t come?’

  Kimmi grinned impishly.

  ‘Bully broad’s sore at me, huh? I enthralled you, but you couldn’t enthrall me?’

  Trina swallowed, blushing. ‘Yeah… something like that.’

  Kimmi was all serious again. ‘Then I didn’t give you full pleasure.’

  ‘Oh, Kimmi, you did, but…’

  Kimmi rose, stretched and yawned. Then she squatted on the bed with her bare ass raised.

  ‘What…?’

  ‘Don’t you want to spank me? For not coming? That qualifies as disrespect, I’d say.’

  ‘Spank you? I can’t do that.’

  ‘You ate me a few moments ago. Don’t you want to eat my ass, too? Those big ripe buns, just waiting for your teeth to tear into, and your throat to swallow, washed down by my cunt-juice? That’s what guys say, they’d like to eat me up. Well, that’s kind of impractical, so the next best thing is spanking me on the bare. It’s a very therapeutic power dialogue. Spanking — must be bare-ass spanking — is a tonic to the system. Stimulates the brain and the nerve-ends. You didn’t know?’

  She stroked Trina’s anus pucker.

  ‘A tonic for both of us,’ she murmured.

  ‘I came here for a massage and to talk things over, about Louisiana and all,’ Trina cried, ‘and you’re just playing games with me, an excuse to get out of the office. Sure, I’ll spank you… I’m mad at you. Not just a few taps.’

  Trina swung on top of Kimmi and squatted with her still-dripping vulva on Kimmi’s nape, forcing the girl’s face into the pillow and lowering the cheeks of her ass within easy spanking range. Kimmi did not struggle, not even when the first flurry of spanks from both Trina’s palms rapped on her bare ass globes.

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  ‘Mmm…’ Kimmi moaned; then, her voice muffled by the pillow, ‘If I may suggest — start with softer spanks, see, that warms up the nerves in my ass, and then I can take a much longer hardspank.’

  ‘You’ll take the spanking I fucking give you,’ Trina snarled.

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  ‘Mmph,’ Kimmi chirped, her spanked buttocks churning, as they reddened. ‘Yeah, that hits the spot.’

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  ‘Ooh…’

  Kimmi’s ass cheeks began to clench before and after each spank, and the squirming buttocks glowed a brighter and brighter red, as Trina’s palms slapped both globes of bare, quivering skin. It excited Trina that her fingerprints were discernible on Kimmi’s mottled red fesses. She spanked with full force. Slap! Slap! Slap!

  ‘Oh… you’re really hurting me, Trina.’

  The girl’s writhing bare buttocks were rapidly brightening to scarlet yet, as Trina continued the bare-ass spanking past fifty slaps, the brightness of the skin ebbed to a dull crimson glow, like a dark star, with the imprints of Trina’s fingers raised to puffy swollen ridges of flesh.

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  ‘Ohh! Mmm! My ass is so hot, Trina. Am I red?’

  Kimmi’s buttocks and back writhed like bloated red eels, as tho
ugh Trina were squatting on some strange, struggling sea monster. It was no longer a naked girl she was spanking, but two buttocks, blotchy wealed orbs of flesh that danced, squirming in their private agony, detached from the creature trapped between Trina’s thighs and crying, ‘Ohh…’ into her pillow. Each spank made Kimmi’s buttocks and cunt-basin jerk up, then thud down against the bed, as though to escape the next spank, which made the ass-pears rear up again. The bed under Kimmi’s dancing cunt was slimed with her moisture, seeping more and more heavily from her gash. Trina had lost count of the spanks and had forgotten her original miff that had made her wish to spank the girl. Spanking consumed her; only her aching palms and the livid bare drums of skin, dancing to her fleshy batons, existed.

  The spanking passed a hundred slaps. Kimmi’s arm snaked under her convulsing cunt-basin; its writhing grew faster, the bare ass-cheeks quivering like tomatoes about to burst, as the girl’s hand stroked frantically inside her cunt. She made no secret of her masturbation. Trina delivered a furious volley of spanks, unsure if she was pleased or frustrated when Kimmi’s voice bleated, ‘Oh, oh, oh, yes,’ from under her pillow, and her legs and back stiffened, shuddering in orgasm.

  ‘Mmm…’ Kimmi crooned to herself, and it was only at this dove-coo that Trina realised the spanking had wetted her own cunt, and inflamed her clitoris to a new swelling.

  Kimmi was limp, her body serene, while Trina ached to come once more. Still squatting on Kimmi’s nape, and with Kimmi’s hands now holding and stroking her ankles, Trina masturbated her clitoris with a vigorous stroking until she brought herself off, gasping in surprise at how fast the sweetness drenched her cunt. Her breath rasped and, as she convulsed in new orgasm, Kimmi’s eye peeped from under the pillow to watch Trina’s fluttering belly and flowing slit.

  ‘That’s nice,’ she said. ‘I guess we’d better get back to the office. Feel better for your massage?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Trina uneasily.

  She vaguely sensed that Kimmi had used her.

  Whatever got into me? I’ve had my first lesbian sex, and spanked some little flake’s bare ass. So what? It’s experience, a done deed, and I don’t have to go down that road.

  ‘But we haven’t talked about Louisiana,’ Trina said.

  Kimmi rose and stretched. Like a cat. She wiped both hands in her wet cunt, then caressed her puffy spanked buttocks with her juices before putting her fingers in her mouth and sucking her own come. She thrust two fingers right to the knuckle into her pouch and withdrew them, slimed with come. She put them in Trina’s mouth and rubbed her tongue and teeth. Trina tasted Kimmi’s come, licked the probing fingers and swallowed the fluid.

  ‘Oh, I think we have,’ Kimmi said.

  Though her cunt still glowed from her orgasms, Trina reflected that her goody-two-shoes little gofer, her sweet sugarfroth, was using her. Pain was repulsive, unless it was mental pain she inflicted on some jealous hunk: getting off on physical pain — inflicting, let alone receiving it! — was unacceptable. How could Kimmi enjoy her bare ass spanked to crimson, then bathe her welts in her own come? Moreover, how could Trina have been enthralled? Her date with Allan that night should put her straight. She’d fuck his brains out, the bully broad way, and make him gasp for more. Spanking? Huh!

  She hugged Allan with genuine affection that he didn’t know was laced with relief. Allan had just flown in from New Orleans and, when Trina asked him how it was, he said, ‘Same old, same old.’ Allan was so normal, after the bizarre experience with Kimmi that afternoon. She was so flushed and giggly over dinner that Allan suggested she was taking on too much chardonnay, but she wasn’t really — she was just thrilled at the sex they were going to enjoy, part of the thrill being the certainty of it, and knowing that he knew too, so that they didn’t need to say a flirtatious word; they were conspirators. They were at a new Italian restaurant in Venice, and got an amaretto on the house for being so obviously a newly in love item, which was nice, although Trina was with Allan once a month, and it had been well over six months now, so they weren’t that ‘newly’. Afterwards, they wandered around the beach, where a few midnight musclemen were still doing their stuff, with some beach babes oiling them under the moonlight.

  ‘Love southern California,’ Allan said. ‘So romantic.’

  ‘Depends what you mean by romantic,’ said Trina, eyeing the glinting musclemen.

  ‘Let’s find out,’ whispered Allan.

  She drove them back to her apartment in silence; Allan said he was entitled to time out, which he could take that weekend, if Trina liked.

  ‘Let’s find out,’ she retorted.

  She let her hand brush his groin, on its way to giving his thigh a reassuring pat, and breathed deeply, finding the cock straining stiff under his pants, but said nothing. They got into her apartment, with Trina cursing her fumbling key fingers, and she poured them both generous cognacs. Allan lounged on the sofa and she snuggled up to him, blatantly touching his stiff cock. Yeah, ten glorious inches to play with…

  ‘Temptress,’ he said.

  She started to unfasten the big silver buckle of his thick western belt but he moved her hand away.

  ‘Eager beaver,’ he said.

  ‘It’s not my fault you turn me on, big boy,’ she murmured, rubbing her stockinged thighs together and feeling her come ooze into the nylon.

  ‘After all this time?’

  ‘You can’t say it isn’t mutual.’

  ‘That’s right. That’s what I’ve been thinking. You’re special to me, Trina. That’s what I’ve decided.’

  Trina rubbed the stiff cock hard.

  ‘Special! Lose the big complicated words, lover,’ she said. ‘Let’s get naked.’

  Allan lifted her from his lap.

  ‘You first,’ he said, with a sly grin.

  ‘Huh?’

  ‘Strip, Trina.’

  ‘Mmm…’ she said, and licked her teeth with a pouting sulky grin and a flutter of her eyelashes. ‘You want some music for me to strip to?’

  ‘No, no,’ he said, unsmiling. ‘That would spoil it. Just strip.’

  ‘OK,’ she said. ‘I’ll strip, like some trailer park okie, huh? Then you have to catch me.’

  ‘No. Like I said, you’re special.’

  Trina felt funny, just taking her clothes off, slowly unbuttoning her shirt and unhooking her scalloped peekaboo bra and slipping out of her skirt, until she wore only her satin thong panties and frilly garter belt over black, real nylon stockings — trying to make as much of a show as possible, yet feeling tingly as this erect male just lounged there, ogling her, like some emperor eyeing a slave girl. She couldn’t take her eyes off that cock; the memory of her orgasm with Kimmi still warmed her cunt-basin, and she knew he was scrutinising the trickles of come already covering most of her inner thighs and deeply soaking the sliver of fabric that partially hid her swollen dark pussy-lips. She longed for that cock to pierce her right away, longed to straddle him and trap the monster tool with her prehensile vulval walls; yet Allan seemed not in a hurry. Slowly, she slid down her panties and stepped out of them, a soggy scrap on the floor, over which her naked pussy dripped fluid. She stood before him, in only her nylon stockings, garter belt and straps.

  ‘Masturbate,’ he said.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Diddle yourself. Rub your clitty.’

  Trina swallowed, a fresh seep of come wetting her cunt.

  ‘You want me to bring myself off while you watch?’

  ‘Yeah. Girls like showing off, right?’

  Trina smiled.

  To obey, or disobey? Obey. He’ll pay for it later.

  ‘Mmm,’ she said, and put her finger to her extruded, throbbingly erect clitty.

  She touched herself gingerly, fearing she would come too fast and give away her power over the male; yet she so wanted her cunt filled, and if degrading herself made him take her, then OK. Her hand brushed and tweaked her stiff nipple-plums, and she moaned.

  He’s watching me d
iddle, wet cunt-flesh, a slave in a slave market, strutting my stuff to find a buyer. I want to make him stiff, by masturbating… I can make any male stiff.

  ‘I don’t believe this,’ she gasped. ‘I like it. What got a hold of you over in New Orleans?’ Two fingers were now sliding in and out of her wet cunt, and the juice oozed copiously from her slit to drip on her bare toes.

  Showing myself. Being watched. Eyes popping, cocks stiffening… at my bare flesh.

  Allan sighed.

  ‘Like I said, I decided you’re special, Trina. I’ve watched strippers in so many titty bars and done so much sleazy stuff, in places like New Orleans — especially New Orleans — and I wanted to check that I’m not as bored with sex as I think I am. It’s fine being rootless, but… Trina, you’re so together! So perfect! Why do you trim your mink so tight and neat? I never thought to ask that before.’

  ‘You never asked me to diddle before.’

  ‘Don’t you like it?’

  ‘Sure.’

  ‘Don’t you do it when I’m not here?’

  ‘Only when I can’t find eleven inches.’

  ‘Touché.’

  Still vigorously masturbating — she was really turned on by exhibiting herself, and heard him only dimly — Trina sat on Allan and firmly grasped his belt buckle, undoing it as she rubbed her swollen cunt on his thigh, wetting him with her juices. She unzipped him and prised his stiff brown snake from its lair, then, moaning, bent down and got the glans of the swollen, massive tool between her lips. Her right hand guided the shaft to the back of her throat, while her left had three fingers deep inside her flowing gash and her thumb pounding her clitty. She ran her tongue round the neck of the glans, licked the tender frenulum, then withdrew, and nibbled at his piss-hole with her front teeth, before swooping to engulf the whole cock, tight to the balls. Allan’s breath was rapid; he caressed her hair, pushing her face down on his cock as she fellated him.

  ‘It’s so cool that you get off on masturbating,’ he gasped.

  ‘Kind of an ego trip, imagining you playing with yourself, when I’m not there. I’d like to think I’m as special for you as you are for me. Am I?’