Pete Morano sat on the couch, bored. He flicked through the channels on his giant LCD television, but found nothing of interest. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of her through the double-sliding French doors. Then James slid the doors open, and he sucked in a deep breath. The paneled glass door framed her perfect body, an angelic vision in a red satin dress draped over her curves and dripping to the ground in a silky sheen. She put her one hand on her hip and the other in the air. “What do you think?”
Morano swallowed hard, blinked a couple of times and closed his mouth. “You look fucking amazing, good enough to eat.”
Her red lips formed a delicious-looking smile. “Is that a promise?”
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he waved James away. He cast a quick and urgent glance at the butler; he was eyeballing the goddess in red, his eyes roaming up and down her delectable body. The man caught the hint and excused himself, slowly pulling the door closed behind him. Morano could swear the old man had a hard-on.
Morano gaped as she unhooked the halter neck and the material cascaded smoothly down her pale, curvaceous body and formed a small, silky pile on the floor. She was naked underneath, her pussy shaven, a small tuft of pubes visible above her slit. She had tinted the pubes red as well.
She stepped over the dress and sauntered towards him, rolling her hips seductively as she walked. Her tits were mesmerizing, bouncing provocatively as she advanced. Even her nipples were a deep red, she must have colored them somehow. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into them. A soft groan escaped from his throat as his manhood bulged against the confines of his pants.
She advanced and grabbed his tie, using it to yank him to his feet. "I guess I lost the bet, Morano,” she murmured. She pressed her lips to his ear, his entire body shivering as she spoke huskily. “By the way, the safe word is ‘poker’.”
Morano nodded, but he didn’t understand what she meant.
“Where’s the bedroom?” she asked, glancing around the penthouse.
Pete Morano pointed at the room and she led him by the tie like a dog on a leash, then shoved him roughly onto the bed. “Lie still, bitch.”
“Clarissa, what the fuck...,” he stammered, then she slapped him through the face. “Shut up bitch, I’m in control. If you want me to stop, use the safe word.”
She undid the tie and pulled it from his neck, using it to bind his wrists to the bed, then tore open his shirt with a guttural snarl, pearl buttons scattering over the floor. She kissed him with lips and tongue and teeth, like a warrioress claiming her battle spoils, scratching her nails down his chest to mark him as hers.
“Ouch, stop that...,” he said, trying to sit up.
She slapped him through the face again, harder this time. “Use the safe word if you want me to stop, otherwise prepare to be punished when you question me.”
He lay back in bed, trying to relax. This was something new to him, allowing someone to be in complete control. But he was willing to give it a go. He always tried everything once.
She undid his belt, sliding it through the loops and pulling it away before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off with his underwear. His cock sprang free, a drop of precum glistening at its tip, his shaft throbbing in anticipation.
She nibbled his nipples with her teeth, rubbing his shaft between her tits, massaging it with her soft mounds until it felt like his ball sack was going to explode without having the pleasure of entering her. She obviously felt his scrotum tighten and mercifully moved down, her tongue gliding down his stomach, then flicked his cock once. She took his shaft with one hand, her red lips enveloping his manhood, then she started fucking him with her mouth. His dick turn the same color as her lips as her lipstick left its mark.
Morano was mesmerized, as if watching a porn film from someone else’s viewpoint. But this was happening to him. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. And he didn’t want it to stop.
He tried to concentrate on something else, something which would distract his attention, make the pleasure last longer. He had been with many other woman, but none of them had abused him like Clarissa had done. And he loved the feeling of being subservient. He relaxed, allowing Clarissa to take over, use him in any way she wanted to.
She applied pressure to his cock with her mouth, sucking hard, then slowly pulled it out, releasing it with a loud popping sound. She sat up and slowly looped his belt around her hand, then straddled him, holding his cock in the other. “I’m going to ride you hard, bitch.”
Clarissa sat down and absorbed his girthy cock in one stroke. She moaned, scraping her nails down his chest, and began riding him, rocking her hips and grinding her clit into his shaft.
Morano gasped and began thrusting into her, lifting her buttocks and then slamming them down, but it seemingly wasn't enough to satisfy her. She slapped his own belt into his thigh and growled, "Fuck me harder, bitch.” She rode him like a jockey rides a horse, slapping his thigh with his belt whenever he slowed down.
She leaned forward, dangling her tits in his face, allowing him to flick his tongue over her erect nipples. He felt her pull herself off him, then she turned around and holding his cock in her hand, she slid it back in, her back to him. She had a tattoo on her back, a red dragon etched in henna. That’s how she got her nipples so red. He watched in fascination as the dragon came closer. She leaned back and he could feel his cock bend backwards, an excruciatingly pleasurable feeling. She moved her hips backwards and forwards, then slowly up and down. He could see her pink lips take in his shaft, stretching her slit to the limit, then folding back down on him as it embraced his rigid manhood.
She started to moan, then rolled onto her side. He entered her from behind, lifted her leg then started ramming his cock into her slick folds, fastening the pace then slowing down, screwing her slowly and gently.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, bitch,” she said and pushed him away. His cock slipped out, and he almost whimpered, his organ feeling naked and unprotected from the warmth of her moist slit.
“Do me right, bitch,” she said, crouching on all fours.
He moved in behind her and admired her silky white ass. His cock slid inside easily, and he swayed his hips backward and forward. He could feel her pussy tighten around his shaft, working in rhythm to his pounding. He pushed her hips forward as his cock slid out, then pulled her toward him and drove his cock deep inside her, causing her to groan with ecstasy.
He moved faster, slamming and receding, his hips unable to stop the pleasurable dance. He leaned over her and massaged her breasts, then pinched her nipples, causing her to moan pleasurably.
She lay down flat on her stomach, his cock still inside her. “Lie on top of me, bitch.”
He nodded and slipped his cock out, then positioned himself over her, guiding his cock into her folds. It was tighter, but her pussy-cream acted as a lubricant, and he felt her muscles contract around his cock as he pushed it all the way in.
“Oh God, that is good,” she whispered.
He rammed her bottom as she moaned, “Faster.”
He could feel his orgasm build up in his balls, it took all his restraint to hold back till she came. He moved his hand beneath her belly, then slipped two fingers in her folds, massaging her clit. She started convulsing below him, and the warm liquid poured from her slit and she groaned blissfully. The sensation of her pussy contracting seemed to almost suck his fingers deeper, his moans blending with hers.
She shuddered beneath him, her whole body shivering. “Oh that was so good.”
Morano breathed hard, his breaths coming in short, raspy inhalations. He had cum twice, but he was ready for more.
She stood up languidly and stretched her arms like a cat, then lay back on the bed, nude but for heels and that damned smirk on her face.
“I think I deserve another scoop,” she said.
Morano nodded, trying to catch his breath. “The guy I won the hotel from...,”
Clarissa sat up, seemingly interested. “Yes?”
She was beautiful, her pale tits bouncing as she moved. Morano tried to concentrate on her face as he felt his cock harden again. He swallowed. “His name was Neil Kepler.”
“Kepler?” she asked, licking her lips.
God, does this woman know what she was doing to him?
“Senator Neil Kepler?”
He nodded.
Clarissa jumped up with a whoop, punching the air with a fist. Her tits bounced up and down and his cock reacted and sprung to attention. She stopped her cheering, then cast a seductive glance his way, then climbed onto the bed and crawled towards him. “For that I think you deserve another round.”