Ibis by Leviathan Laroche (best summer books TXT) 📖

finger in beside the first, feeling myself stretching. 

I shuddered as I started to slide them in and out.

"Pull on your nipples." 

"Y... yes."

"Look how hard and red they are."

My eyes were clenched shut and I felt him sit down on the side of the bed.

"Pinch and pull each one for a few seconds, then swap."

"Y... yesss..." I whispered.

"Sluts don't poke the ends of their fingers in and out, little one," he whispered. "They straighten their fingers and slide them right in and right out of their assholes."

"Ohhh..." I moaned, my straightened fingers thrusting deeply.

My mind was numbing and I started to tremble.

"That's it."

"Yesss..." I whispered hoarsely.

"Pinch that one harder, don't let go."

"Oh," I squeaked, pinching the left.

"Fuck your ass faster."

"Oh God..."

"There's something missing," he murmured, the words barely penetrating my senses.

In a moment he had returned and I felt the cool spray of baby oil zigzagging across my back. Then a firm squirt, right at my asshole.

"Fuck harder."

I felt his hands on me. They were gentle and smoothing my skin with the oil. God, if he'd spank me I could cum, I think.

"Change nipples."

"Ohhh... babyyy..."

"A bit faster."

"Ohhhh...."

"Now stop."

"NOOOOooooo..." I almost screamed.

But I stopped.

Don't ask me how I did it. 

I was vibrating like a tuning fork

I was so on edge. 

One touch on my clit and I would have cum.

But I made like a statue as I've learned to do. 

I was NOT going to get a punishment spanking. I had a few hidings while learning to control myself. They are not fun. Believe me. Fun spankings are wonderful. But a punishment is a punishment and I don't like being punished. 

So I stopped mid-thrust of my fingers into my ass, my nipple pinched cruelly, and panted like a dog in heat. At least with no movement I wouldn't cum. A blessing and a curse. 

A true double-edged sword.

"Let go of your nipple," he whispered.

I groaned as I did as he said.

"Slide your fingers out of your ass. Slowly."

 

 whimpered and did so. 

I realised at that moment just how wet I was. My juices had dripped in a few thin trickles down the inside of each of my thighs. I'd have to wash.

Johan was a step ahead of me.

"Go wash your hands and use a bit of oil and rub yourself all over. Do not pat dry all your juice first. Just mix it in."

I struggled to my knees on the bed, looking him straight in the eyes.

He was going to make me go to the beach in a skimpy bikini and smelling like a hot slut.

I swallowed and lowered my eyes.

I started blushing at my thoughts and my pussy clenched involuntarily, more juices seeping out and running down my legs.

"Y... yes, Sir," I stuttered under my heaving breath.

I stood up on shaky legs and started for the bathroom. Johan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. He was still sitting down on the bed. 

I turned and faced him, his fingers light around my slim wrist.

"Do you remember what you are doing?"

I nodded.

"I'll just say it again so we are clear. Don't pat dry. Oil your whole body. Slide in your Ben Wahs and put on the white bikini. You can wear a skirt and a tank top. Okay?"

I nodded and smiled a little, blushing madly.

"Actually, grab the big blue dildo and the clear butt plug. You know, the small one. Put them in the glove box. You never know when something like that might come in handy."

He chuckled his evil chuckle.

"In fact... okay, this is gonna be fun. What I want you to do is to walk slowly out to the car like you are in no hurry and it's something you do every day, baby. If you see a neighbour, I want you to wave with the toy in your hand."

My jaw dropped open.

"Walk around to your side of the Mustang and lean over the door and put the toys in the glove compartment. When you're done, if you notice anyone watching, I want you to wave and smile. Then you can come get me and we'll go."

He smiled a satisfied smirk. He was not going to be moved. 

"Okay?"

My knees almost went.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hesitating to answer him.

My whole body was tingling with heat, and a searing hot blush crept up my cheeks.

My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. 

We never did anything outside.

"O... okay."

It had started.

Thoughts Faded Ch.4

I was standing in front of the mirror shifting my weight from one foot to the other and debating whether to lift the hem of my thin, white cotton skirt with my trembling hands. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to see what I looked like. My hands froze and I looked up into my face. My sunglasses were perched on my head, holding my streaked blonde hair behind my ears. I was blushing.

It suddenly struck me that I was so excited I could hardly stand it.

An hour ago, when I was mindlessly sliding my fingers up my ass and pinching my nipples, Johan had denied me an orgasm. Though I would much preferred to have had one (at least!), I had to admit that my excitement level had gone through the roof. 

Finding myself in front of my mirror thinking about what I was going to do next had me creaming myself.

My skin was so hot I couldn't believe it, and the tingling and wetness of my pussy was utterly undeniable.

You see, I'd never been in this position. 

I'd always thought that my fantasies were my own business. I enjoyed indulging them. I loved bringing myself off to them. I never thought I'd have to admit them to anyone. Let alone my husband!

However, thanks to his curiosity, and my inability to lie to him, Johan now knew exactly what I thought about when I masturbated.

Exactly.

God!

It was a turn on and a nightmare at the same time. I guess because Johan is the kind of guy who loves to do new things. To him, it's a challenge to "keep it interesting". At the same time, in his own way, he's kind of conservative too. I mean, he ties me up and spanks me, and he has me stick my fingers up my ass for his enjoyment for God's sake. 

But we've never taken our fun outside the house. 

Usually it's just him and me, indoors, playing and having fun.

Together.

Alone.

Now, I don't know about you, but I've always wondered if I'm enough. Like, you know, enough to keep his interest. Enough to keep him turned on and excited. 

I've wondered if I could do more. Or be more. Like maybe I'm not crazy enough, or sexy enough or hot enough or whatever. I mean, I know he loves me and I love him, and he and I both know I'd do just about anything to please him. So I don't know why I feel that way. Maybe it's the small town girl in me coming back to bite my ass.

I wiped up an errant trickle making its way down the inside of my thigh, then sucked my finger.

"Is this what turns him on?" I wondered as I stood in front of the mirror. "Making me cover my body with cunt juice and oil so I smell like a hot slut? Making me slide Ben Wah balls into my pussy so I simmer, close to the boil? Dressing me in a bikini that we both know will be see-through when it's wet? Having me parade around the front yard with sex toys in my hands and waving at the neighbours?"

I could hear him chuckle and despite myself, I smiled.

"You are such a hot little slut," he would say.

I thought about those words as I looked into the mirror. The blush flared in my cheeks. Usually I rubbed my clit harder when he said things like that. God, I'm so bad.

I couldn't stop myself. 

I watched as I lifted the hem of my white cotton skirt. I was worried and excited by what I might see. I could feel how wet I was without looking.

"Jesus," I muttered when it was high enough.

I was so wet the bottom half of my bikini bottoms was utterly transparent. 

"I can't go out like this," I whispered self-consciously.

I looked out the window. At least it wasn't windy. 

Turning sideways, I straightened my skirt, smoothed it over my ass and looked at myself in the mirror again. With my skirt in place, I looked like a classy beach-girl. I was ready but I kept putting it off. I knew Johan would come and get me eventually.

Besides, something kept me staring at the mirror with my eyes glued to the image of myself.

My nipples were fairly hard and I could see how they pressed against my tank top. I looked down. They weren't too prominent. Apart from that, I didn't think I'd attract too much attention.

Turning back to the mirror, I reached up and weighed a breast in each hand. I lifted them a little and let go, seeing how much jiggle there was.

Like I was in a trance, I could barely tear my eyes from my hands. They seemed to be moving of their own accord. Like I was a puppet and a puppeteer controlled them. I kneaded inwards toward the centre, squeezing my breasts till they bulged between my fingers, my nipples pushing further forward. 

"Mmmmm…" 

My breasts ached so much they hurt. One touch and the tips would be really hard. Then they'd stick right out. Then everyone would notice.

I fluttered my eyes closed and my fantasy tore me from reality. 

My thumbs brushed over my nipples.

"Ohhhh…" 

Everyone would see. Everyone would be looking at me. 

I pinched them between thumb and forefinger. 

Seeing my nipples, hard and poking through my tank top. 

My fingers tightened. 

Maybe Johan would lift my skirt. Lift my skirt and show my cunt to someone. 

They tightened further and I gritted my teeth. 

Maybe a stranger. Maybe a neighbour. Maybe he'll make me take my clothes off in the car park and walk down to the beach, showing off my wet cunt in my transparent bikini to anyone who happened to look.

"What is wrong with me?" I cried aloud, releasing my nipples, my eyes springing open.

I looked at my chest.

"Oh no," I said aloud.

My nipples were now exactly how I hoped they wouldn't be. 

"Damn it," I said, annoyed with myself. 

Suddenly I thought, "I could take someone's eye out!"

I covered my mouth with my hand as I giggled and my face flushed. Johan stepped up behind me and I almost jumped out of my skin. I thought it was a robber!

"Don't do that!" I whined.

He chuckled as his hands found my hips and he smiled at me in the reflection of the mirror. 

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"No!" I replied, pouting.

His eyes broke from mine, trailing down my body and back up again. Hot streaks of desire raced across my skin and I swallowed nervously. I could smell the scent of my juices all over me and my pussy was aching.

He whispered as his lips brushed against my ear. His breath was cool on my skin. Goose bumps rose on the skin of my arms.

"You look so fucking hot… look at your nipples…"

We both did and my skin tingled as my pussy clenched around the Ben Wah balls.

"I hope I don't get arrested," I whispered.

I watched mesmerized as one of Johan's large hands slid up