Big City Quest Pt. 20

Literotic asexstories – Big City Quest Pt. 20 by lickitysplitplus,lickitysplitplus
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I am having supper with Ben, our food just arrived.

A 6’1″ or 6’2″ imposing, Amazon or Viking warrior type, thick, dark blonde hair, like a lion’s mane. A tight-fitting, black latex, micro mini dress, a large silver zipper up the front, undone to her jeweled imbedded navel.

Strong, sexy body, well endowed, proportionate to her size, she sits beside me. I can see her shiny, smooth thighs, but not quite her quim.

“Hello Ben,” she gazes at me, very sultry sky-blue eyes, a calm puffy lipped pleasant smile.

“Bridgette, I’m Ulsa, one might say I’ve been stalking you. I spotted you last night when you arrived with Red; but alas, by the time I made my way through the crowd, Ty was in front me, he wrapped his arms around you. I watched him arouse you; I considered asking to join; but I had a totally different plan than Ty’s.”

She shifted, took a fry off Ben’s plate, the shift parts her legs, she’s smooth, clean shaved or waxed.

“This morning at breakfast I heard your crew decide on a pool party. I again was too slow, even though I rushed to get my bikini on. I watched from afar as you found pleasure with others. Then Ben. Then the group in the hot tub.” She looks me straight in the eye.

“Bridgette, I want you, I’ve waited all day; been with no one, desiring you. I wish I’d butted in earlier, but here I am, I want to ravish you.”

“Ulsa, I’m flattered, but I’m too tired, I really only want a joint and some sleep.”

“Ok; fine with me, let’s relax in the hot tub, we’ll share a couple joints and watch the stars. I’ll bring two joints and a bottle of wine too.”

I ponder the offer; I’ve not seen the stars since leaving Kansas. I ask to confirm.

“No sex, just wine, tokes and staring at the stars.”

“Well, to clarify, I would like us to spend the night together; maybe my bed, I might misbehave a bit during the night.” She stops shakes her head.

“No sorry, I’ll respect your request to relax; you can cuff me to the bed if you don’t trust me.” She chortles, a big smile continues.

“If you want to wait until morning that’s cool, I just don’t want to miss out on an opportunity; you’re so friggin sexy.”

We agree to meet in the jacuzzi, she excuses herself and goes for the wine and weed.

Ben opts out, thanking me as he kisses me.

“You were the highlight of my weekend; maybe next Jamboree.”

I go to the tub; there is very little light, the area seems deserted; Ulsa arrives shortly after. Unzips the latex and shimmies out of it, a stunning, blonde Amazon warrior mixed with a Greek goddess; what a fantastic body, I’d say 38-24-36, 6 ft, muscular. Well-tanned, stunning. She seductively stands, hands on her hips, fingers move tantalizing toward her loins, sensually, slowly caress up her exquisite figure, under her marvelous breasts, she lifts the right; staring intently at me she flicks her dark red nipple.

“Ulsa, you’re breathtakingly beautiful, normally that would entice me to submit; but I truly am too tired.”

She sighs deeply, surrenders and sits next to me, pouring wine as I flame a fatty.

We’re alone and chatting about normal life, I finish a glass of wine as we pass the first fatty. I’m getting droopy, leaning against a rolled towel, gazing up at the twinkling stars in the black ceiling.

“I have 2 beds in my room; we could have morning sex.”

“Ulsa, as I said you’re stunning, alluring, absolutely gorgeous and I am quite attracted to you; yes, but please, tomorrow. Tonight, I want a bed to myself; I was with Ty last night, I got very little sleep, I had a wild, sex-filled day today.”

I twist to gaze at her.

“Tomorrow, I promise; brunch or I’ll come to your room.”

She walks with me to my room,

“Ok, come to my room in the morning, wear only a robe.” We kiss.

I shower and crawl under the covers, I don’t think I rolled over, I passed out, a full sound 8 hours of undisturbed sleep.

It’s near 10, I have coffee and croissants with Pam and Bob, they are ecstatic about their encounters this weekend, Rachel must still be with someone. I share my exciting adventures of yesterday’s encounters and a bit about Ulsa; whom I’m about to have a rendezvous with, the reason I’m only wearing a robe. We part ways in the lobby, they are going hunting, I head for the elevator.

Ulsa opens the door to her room, she’s wearing black silk stockings, held by a red garter; a sheer negligee, that only enhances her awesome breasts.

The yellow glow of several flickering candles being the only illumination; it’s romantic, mysterious, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Ulsa circles me her fingers graze my neck; my robe is gently lifted off from behind. A light touch on the tip each nipple, as the nape of my neck is kissed. Her hands surround me, her lips nibble my neck and earlobe, fingernails rake the underside of my breasts, circles diminishing until the sharp edges pinch the base of each nipple, scraping the sensitive hard nubs, stretching them outward until the they release.

Exciting, sensual, awakening my nerve sensors. She rolls and tugs the aroused nubs between her long nails, not her fingertips, just her nails, it was unusual, the sharp edges, bordering on excruciating pain, and yet extremely erotic.

My eyes have fully adjusted to the flickering glow in the room, this near naked Aphrodite goddess is beguiling, bewitching, she has me entranced, spellbound.

She holds my shoulders with a strength of a man; our lips meet. Her tongue circles mine, twirling, dancing erotically, she entices my tongue into her mouth and sucks it like it were a penis.

Her firm nipples rub across my already intensely excited nubs, her hard nipples kinda popping across mine as she wiggles back and forth several times. A soft sigh exudes from my throat.

A blindfold is placed over my eyes as her lips kiss my neck, her warm moist tongue licks from my shoulder to my ear lobe, a light seductive nibble. Several moments pass, my senses heightened, anticipation soars, but nothing; no touch, I can hear her breathing, as she moves around me. Her heated breath in my ear, then on a nipple; but no touch. Then my other nipple, the hot exhales lower. I’m waiting wanting stimulation. Gawd it’s compelling, arousing, my gawd it’s both thrilling and tormenting.

Then a dab, a poke, barely a touch, her nail on the tip of each nipple, pushing straight in.

A liquid or cream is spread on my areoles, my nipples, it has peppermint odor, a warming sensation, awakening desire and increasing nerve sensations, a rush of exhilarating tingles, titillating.

She must be back on her knees, because her sharp nails start at my ankles and rise slowly on both sides of my leg, my left then my right, stopping at my crotch. Then 4 nails on the back of each leg scratch up the back of my legs, I shiver as they cross my buttocks; confident my body becomes covered in goosebumps, I shiver.

Her nose edges along my slit, separating the soft folds of my slick labial lips and inhaling my unique feminine aroma.

“Mmmm Bridgette, your scent is delectable, musky, strong and enticingly intoxicating.” She lifts her nose along my wet lips, plants a firm kiss directly on my clitoris. Her lips try tugging it from its mooring. Her nails make another trip from the back of my knees, up to my bum cheeks; this time she separates my round mounds, and a fingernail grazes the wrinkled skin surrounding my anus, circling, teasing, the sensation is extremely thrilling.

At this juncture, I’d say better than a tongue rimming.

Anxiously awaiting her to probe or lick, but nothing for what seemed forever, the wait elevated my arousal further, my eyes covered, heightened my other senses. I’m closer to the inevitable, building, approaching climax, and she’s barely done anything.

A delicate touch moves the thin skin aside, uncovering my clitoris.

“Uuhh.” I moan. Whatever stimulating cream she smeared on my nipples is now applied to my clit. My clit tingles like I’ve never experienced before, sending intense electric sensations throughout my whole body.

I tremble as my mind focuses on the source of this intriguing new sensation on my clit. Again, I’m waiting, for something, anything.

Another dab on each nipple, gingerly spread; then a liberal amount is dispersed around my bunghole. The cream is exhilarating, my sensory receptors are creating a pins and needle tingling.

Once more I’m in limbo, eagerly yearning something sexual.

Geezus, my mind’s focus is bouncing from one area to the other, this thrilling, unique, unusual, stimulation; these pauses are very arousing; she’s a master at creating strong sexual sensations.

She grazes my tiny nub with a nail on either side, then a tiny squeeze, the thin cutting edge of her nails push into the base of my clit. I inhale sharply, at the discomfort; my anxiety increases at the thought of her possibility cutting my sensitive sex bud. As she maintains the concerning pressure on my clit, her other fingernails rake from the left knee up my inner thigh, up to the crease alongside my vulva.

{‘Oh, probe me, lick me, anything, I’m teetering awaiting the release of sexual pressure she’s built up inside me.’}

She guides me to the bed and assists me to lay down. My wrists and ankles are restrained in soft padded cuffs, I am spread eagle on the bed. A chill from a small rod encompasses my nipple.

“Unnngh.” I wince as my nipple is stretched outward and a pincher is tightened at the base. Repeated on my other tit. I swallow hard as the clamps are tightened even more.

I squirm to accept this enjoyable pain, my labia are parted, her nails lightly scratch the tender, bright pink, inner flesh, she stretches my lips as far as possible and puts some sort of a pinching device on them, possibly a clothespin?

I cringe and lightly whimper as 3 are attached to each side. I writhe, it’s not a severe pain, but I do find its pinch exciting, stirring stimulating sensations; I’m highly aroused. Then I think an alligator clip is attached on each, confident I feel a small chain over my leg, so a weight on either side tugs my lips apart.

I hear a hum, then a vibration against my rectum. A cold object is twisted against my sphincter and a long, large, tapered butt plug pushes in. The vibration and size cause clenching muscles, briefly distracting from the pinching on my labia lips. Another buzz, and a chilly vibrating dildo is pressed against my vaginal opening, between the stinging pinched lips; placed precisely to rest against my clit, and along the inside of my flaps without being held. The butt plug must be remote as it switches to pulsating.

I quiver as the toys propel me closer to a climax. I’m not going to fight it, when I feel an orgasm, I’m going with it.

She applies pressure to the vibrator on my clit; and flicks my nipples; that’s all it takes to tip the scales, my back arches, my hips rotate, I cry out in relief and pleasure, releasing an unstoppable crescendo of quivering convulsions.

“UUUHHHNNGHHHH, YESSS, Yessss.” Still in a blissful state as the orgasm’s intensity diminishes.

“UUNNGHH” I yelp, flinching, as something very hot dribbles across my shoulder and onto my tit, I shudder as more drips on my extremely sensitive nipples. Realizing its candle wax, the intense heat instantly dissipates; I’ve never known such an exhilarating feeling.

“AAARRRGGGHH,” I half scream, half moan, the hot wax drips onto my belly and around my vulva.

“OOOWWWAAHHHH.”

I scream, as the nipple clamps are yanked off; not removed, but ripped away, the pain is excruciating. Adding to the tortuous pangs, wax is dripped on my clit and labia lips. I begin to whimper from the agony of the ordeal, although it’s heightening my desire, it creates an emotional rage bordering on hatred; but intensely arousing.

I’m once again waiting, my mind bouncing from the pulsing butt plug, the constant vibes on my clit, the wax cooling, the pinching on my labia, everything has my sensory receptors on high alert.

It all stops. The vibrator removed; the butt plug is yanked out. I lay whimpering, I fear the pins will be ripped from my lips as they were from my nipples.

Her soft lips suckle my nipple. My highly aroused body reacts, I respond with searing sensory pleasure; her gentle nibbling and light finger caresses, excite me more. Her fingers linger on my labia, gingerly, light as butterfly, or a feather, they caress the slick, flat surface of my inner lips, teasing the vagina opening. I tremble as the fingers wiggle into my pussy, she makes light squishing sounds and wriggles against my inner vagina walls.

Sitting beside me, her left thumb rotating softly over my clit her 2 middle fingers inside my cunt. Her mouth and mine meet, I accept an intimate kiss as an apology. I am quickly elevated toward another climax. Her fingers find my g spot and start a rhythmic rubbing. Her other hand taps, almost slaps against my vulva relentlessly; hitting on my clit as fast as her hand could possibly move. The onslaught has me squirming, twitching, convulsing as the intensity of an enormous orgasm nears. She furiously, harshly, attacks my clit, her sharp nails scratching, pinching, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. Her two fingers bouncing furiously up and down, pounding my g spot.

I stiffen, my butt clinches.

“HOOLLLEEE FUUUCK.” I quake.

I squirt, I release a gush, soaking her hand, my thighs, and the bed.

“UUUHHHHNNNGGGG,” another release, she keeps going, my wild bucking seems to fuel her endeavor, harder and faster. Assaulting my g spot ferociously, savagely rubbing my clit, her teeth rolling my nipple.

“AAAARRRRGGGHH.” I lose rational thought my body convulsing, spewing; another spastic, leg shaking tremor.

MMMMUUNGGHHHH.”

My entire body vibrates as another wave of ecstasy rushes forth. At least 5 minutes of that ferocious attack, before she slows.

As I regain my composure, Ulsa removes the restraints and cuddles me, her right thigh pressing my vulva.

I gaze into her eyes; I’m met with searing passion.

Our kissing is slow, steamy, tongues stroking and caressing, intense enthusiasm.

“It was a good thing I was restrained. A few minutes ago, I wanted to beat you.”

“I know, but you’ll want to do this again, I’ve awakened an intensity you didn’t know was in there; you wouldn’t have squirted if you weren’t hypersensitive.”

She gave me another passionate kiss, before moving off the bed.

“I know you’ll call me; I did what I wanted; we’re done; you may leave now.”

She held the robe open, waiting for me.

I really wanted to stay with her, but no she requested me to leave. I’m holding my robe closed walking to the elevator.

{What a fantastic feeling, she’s right I do want more.’}