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Adam’s tongue waited expectantly for Eve’s pussy. She was squatting across him and slowly lowering her pussy onto his face. Her outer lips were gorged, her inner lips glistened with the strawberry red body paint he had spent a good five minutes diligently painting into her folds. His cock throbbed as he waited to taste her.
He had used his chat room surname of Chandler when he collected the envelope left for him by Mark, Eve’s husband at the hotel reception. It was her name, Eve, that had originally attracted him to connect with her in the chatroom. Adam and Eve just seemed so right. He then found out from her profile that it was Mark and Eve, a married couple and they chatted freely with men and women in the online chat room.
That initial late-night exchange grew into a regular chat, then private chats, which became more and more open, and hornier over the weeks. Mark and Eve were swingers, he had learned, and often planned little escapades for each other. Over the weeks he formed a picture of Eve as a woman that was highly sexual, that didn’t just have sex, but actively went out looking for it, approaching sex more like a man than the reticent women of his experience.
The receptionist took a few moments to find the envelope, and while he waited Adam scanned around, looking to see if Mark was there. He was sure he would be; however, Adam wouldn't be able to recognise him unless he was stark naked. He had seen pictures of most of his body but never his face. And the same with Eve.
Many times he had seen close-ups of Eve's body, her arse, legs, tits and, of course, her pussy. That same pussy that was now just out of reach of his tongue. He had seen it in all sorts of states of arousal, slippery with pussy juice, speared by a cock he had assumed to be Mark's, and open, used and oozing cum. He had built Eve into a sexual goddess, the sort of woman he needed to have. He was consumed by her.
By straining his tongue, he got the first taste, a lick with just the very tip on her spread inner lips. The strawberry paint flowed over his tongue.
Whilst Adam had not been able to decide which one of the people in the lobby was Mark, he had seen the bar, so when he was handed the envelope, he put it in his inner jacket pocket and headed there. He was a little early and a drink would get him ready for his first real-world encounter with his goddess.
From the start, Eve was expert, practised in sexual encounters. She had been confident from the moment he arrived, greeting him in the centre of the room, standing square in front of him, her hands on his waist before his found hers.
"Hi, Adam,” she had said, “It’s so good to meet the real you!” She pecked his left cheek, then the right, then full on his lips. Her blonde hair was as full and long as he had seen in her pictures. Her face was striking, the face of an angel, he thought. She had almond-shaped blue eyes, gently made up, with full red lips and a delightfully pointed chin. It took a while for him to take in anything other than her face.
Eve wore black, sheer hold-up stockings, a daringly small lace thong, a black and red bra that presented her breasts perfectly, all under a sheer black wrap. And black, fuck-me heels.
Adam had taken a stool at the bar, ordered a gin and tonic with a slice of lime, took a sip then turned his attention to the envelope. He opened it and unfolded the note.
‘336. Don’t knock. Enjoy! Mark.’ The key card was in the fold.
The bar wasn’t busy, so the barman was busying himself wiping and tidying things. He was close to where Adam was seated and glanced across. He couldn’t have missed the envelope, folded note and key card.
‘Was that a knowing nod?’ thought Adam.
Eve was undressing him. His jacket was gone, shoes slipped off, tie undone, his shirt unbuttoned from the top and his belt unbuckled. Before lowering his zip, she firmly placed her hand on his crotch, feeling his stiffening cock. With his trousers down to his knees, Eve guided him to sit on the bed. She knelt before him to finish undressing him, then rested her forearms on his thigh and started to stroke his cock. She looked up, her blue eyes captivating him.
Adam had been much more open with his pictures. He had sent the cock pic which Eve had asked for, and he had never obscured his face. A week earlier, he had just sent a full body picture to them when the private chat window filled with ‘Eve would like to meet you.’ Adam’s pulse had quickened, and he reread the message to make sure it said what it said.
‘OK!’ he typed back.
‘We’ll be in Central London next Friday.’ Adam had told them he lived in London. With his wife.
‘Will that work for you?’
Just a week away, thought Adam. ‘What time?’ Adam typed.
‘All night. I hate rushing. x’ The kiss told Adam it was Eve typing.
Adam’s mind raced. Could he find an excuse to be away next Friday night? Maybe out with the lads? Work?
He decided it would be a work excuse. ‘OK! Where?’
‘The Balmoral, in Mayfair. There will be an envelope at reception for Mr Chandler.'
Adam had spent the week filled with nervous excitement and anticipation. He had never cheated on his wife even though he had been disappointed by her low level of interest in sex for years. That is what had led him to the chat room. In a way, this was the ultimate goal of his actions, but he was still not fully comfortable with it. He had lusted after the sexual goddess Eve, her sexy body, her open, active approach to sex, everything his wife was not.
Adam stood outside 336. He had the card key in his hand. He looked both ways, but the hallway was empty. He could slip the envelope under the door and go home. Or…
Eve kissed his cock then ran her tongue down his shaft. Finally, he reached out for her body, his hands cupping her breasts through the soft lace of her bra. She looked up and smiled at him.
“I was wondering when you would join in,” she said with a little giggle.
He eased his hands inside, feeling the warm softness of her breasts, feeling her hard nipples pressed against his palms. She undid the front clasp giving him full access to her and took the bulging, shiny end of his cock into her mouth.
Despite the thrill of what was happening questions kept popping into his mind. Things that he could never ask in the chat as both Mark and Eve were there.
‘Why does Mark let you do this?’
‘You’re stunning, why wouldn’t he want to keep you for himself?’
‘Do you need more sex than Mark can give you?’
‘Which one of you started the idea of meeting me?’
He mentally needed to shake his head to clear the thoughts away and concentrate on Eve. Sexy Eve, Eve's round and pert breasts, to explore more of Eve's body, to enjoy the sweep of her tongue across his cock.
Eve rose and pushed Adam to lie flat on the bed. She straddled him, across his waist. Her thong filled his vision together with the smooth skin of the very top of her thighs above the stocking tops. He saw a small bow each side of the thong string and hesitantly pulled at each one.
“Carry on,” she said reassuringly, “They undo.”
The thong dropped away. Her pussy was, as he expected, perfectly smooth, her inner lips pushing out and her clit just showing. He raised his head, eager to taste her.
“Not yet,” she purred and restrained his head. “Before you have my body, you must show you revere it.”
Eve reached past his head and came back into view with a small heart-shaped, red bottle, then moved off him to lie next to him. She opened the bottle to reveal a brush attached to the top.
“Nipples first,” she said, handing him the brush loaded with red paint. As he moved to her, she cupped her breasts and pushed them together, keeping her gorged nipples still.
Adam knelt next to her and started to circle the nipple nearest to him. It was erect, standing proudly upwards. He covered the areole with thick, red paint, then stroked the brush up and down her nipple until it shone red.
“Now the other one.”
Eve released the painted breast and her hand found Adam’s cock. She gently stroked it, especially where his glans joined the shaft. Her touch was subtle, and Adam soon realised she was keeping him stiff but not exciting him further. He mirrored his artwork on Eve’s other nipple. He felt it was strangely erotic to see her breasts tipped with bright, glossy red.
“Well done,” she purred encouragingly, “Now suck them. Hard!” Her voice became demanding. Adam threw himself at his task, pulling a mouthful of breast into his mouth. Her hands went around his head, forcing him onto her breast.
“Harder!”
The strawberry flavour was subtle, not at all sickly sweet, and he greedily swirled his tongue over the captive nipple. Eve pushed him off her right breast and dragged his head to her left, where Adam again took as much in his mouth as he could. He ventured a hand down on her pussy only to find she was already at work on her clit. As he held her body, he felt her go taut, then shudder, as spasms flowed up her stomach and her hand slapped down on her pussy.
When both her arms fell to the bed, Adam judged it safe to release her nipple, parting from it with a gentle kiss.
Eve opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I see we are going to have a good night.”
She moved up the bed and leaned against the headboard, bending her knees and letting her legs rest wide apart. Adam stared at her pussy.
"I'm glad you're focused on my pussy because that is next part of me you need to revere." She handed him the bottle, then used her hand to spread her pussy lips. With the brush loaded with paint, Adam rested on his elbows and started to paint on her outer lips, then in the fold between the outer and inner lips, and finally covering her inner lips and circling her hardening clit.
“Now lie on your back,” she said when he returned the brush to the bottle. She straddled him, her knees either side of his body and Adam’s world was filled with swollen pussy lips, all shining red.
After the first touch of his tongue, she lowered herself quickly onto Adam's face. He lapped and sucked greedily at the strawberry, quickly drawing through the nectar of her juices. She started to rock back and forth grinding her stiffened clit into his mouth. Her hands grasped his cock and she pulled on it to increase the force of her rocking. Finally, when he was just about to gasp for air, her knees clamped to his sides and she collapsed down his body shuddering with orgasm.
He let Eve be for a while, content to get his breath back and enjoy the sensation of her tits pressed around his erection. She rolled off him and reached for her phone on the bedside table. Pointing the back towards him, she said, “Smile!” Adam did and the phone flashed. She tapped the screen for a moment then handed him a tissue. Adam took it not quite knowing what to do.
Eve turned the phone for him to see the screen. His face was smeared with the red paint, making him look quite comical.
"I've just sent it to Mark!” Eve giggled. She then took the tissue and gently cleaned Adam’s face while pressing her hot, wet pussy against his shaft.
The clean-up done, Eve put all her attention on Adam's cock. She raised slightly and slowly ran her wet lips the full length of his shaft. Adam watched each slow, deliberately executed pass, his cock aching to be consumed into her pussy. She held the very end of it, rubbing her finger along the grove. The whole length of his cock was now shining with Eve’s pussy juice.
She shifted, moving a little further back down his body, raised up and held his cock upright. She used the tip to run along her slit, parting her wet lips as it went. She started to lower herself. It was painfully slow for Adam. She intently watched his face, but he was transfixed on watching his cock slowly penetrate her hot wetness.
The tip was in, then his helmet, then a little of his shaft. He began to sense the hotness inside her, but then she lifted so his glans, shining wet, was visible again.
“Don’t look so disappointed, I am going to have ALL of you,” she teased and started to lower again, this time until half of him was in her. He fought the urge to push up into her, wanting her to do this her way.
Again, she lifted.
And again, he watched as more and more of his cock slipped between her lips until only the base of his shaft remained, and she rose again until just the tip remained in her. She waited, enjoying the pained expression on Adam’s face as he desperately wanted his entire cock surrounded by her velvety pussy. She hovered for what seemed like an age, then suddenly she slammed down on him, her hands went onto his chest and gripped his nipples. She rode him furiously, her arse slapping down on his thighs, his cock buried in her as far as it could be. Her pace continued; only the pain from his screaming nipples kept him from blowing into her.
Finally, Eve started to howl, but kept banging down on him until she screamed, “FUCK!”
Her whole body shuddered, her pussy gripped him like a vise, and at last her grip on his nipples was released. She only stopped for a moment, lifted off him and shuffled up until she was over his face, then dropped forcefully onto him. She grabbed his hair and roughly rocked back and forth on him until a second orgasm swept through her making her drop onto the bed.
Adam struggled out from under her body and watched as she still spasmed. Eve rolled onto her back her legs wide apart and said, “Get on me and fuck me hard until you come!”
Adam may have dozed after exhausting himself on Eve, emptying his aching balls deep inside her. It was the movement on the bed or maybe a tap on the door the brought him to. He was covered by a sheet.
“Come in,” called Eve.
The man from behind the bar entered with a covered silver tray. Eve lay on her side on the bed, still in her stockings and with the wrap loosely over her shoulders. She made no attempt to cover herself.
“I’m so glad you’re on duty,” she said smiling towards the waiter.
"I thought you may need some sustenance after your efforts," she said to Adam. The waiter set the tray on a stand and revealed a plate of steak, with fries and a bowl of salad.
“The salad’s for me,” Eve said. Adam was just about getting to grips with what was happening.
Eve moved to him, pressing her breasts delightfully close to his face. “I know from our chats that you are a bit of a voyeur, so I’ve arranged a private sex show for you. Eat up!”
With that, she slid off the bed and embraced the waiter passionately, her hand blatantly seeking his cock.
“This is Henri.” The waiter nodded. “He’s the reason we come back to the Balmoral. He is one hell of a fuck and I have him every visit.”
She settled Henri into an armchair, pulled his trousers down around his ankles and his cock sprang up as it was released. Without any hesitation, Eve mounted him, engulfing his cock in one move. With her hands behind his neck, she rode him as fiercely as she had done to Adam earlier, her tits repeatedly bouncing into his face. Henri’s hands went onto her buttocks and assisted her up and down strokes.
Eve had been correct that Adam needed some food, but she was also correct that he was a voyeur. He did cut a piece off the steak, but it failed to get to his mouth as he became engrossed watching Eve ride the waiter. She came heavily and suddenly, pulling Henri’s face into her breasts as she shook and bucked on his cock. Adam managed a mouthful and a fry in the short lull. Eve stood, turned and plonked herself back down on Henri’s cock. She curled her lower legs under her, and Henri put his hands around her waist as she started to ride again.
Adam had to admit he was impressed. First by Henri’s member, which was wildly out of keeping with his slim stature, and secondly by Eve’s stamina; she just didn’t slow. The result was inevitable: no man, no cock could resist such a vigorous, wet pussy as Eve’s. Henri began to grunt, then let out a deep groan and forced Eve down onto him.
“Jesus, he’s flooding me!” she screamed and indeed it looked that way to Adam as a stream of the mixture of cum inside Eve poured forth.
Henri slapped the side of her arse and said, “Off you get, I’ve got to get back downstairs.” Eve hopped off him.
“See you next time,” she gasped, giving him a big, full on-the-lips kiss. Henri was gone within seconds.
"I thought you said you didn't like to hurry," stated Adam. "That was well into wham, bam, thank you ma'am territory."
“It’s the way I like it with Henri. I’m going to freshen up.” Eve walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open and Adam started into his tepid steak. He wondered what more the night would bring and was very reassured that watching Eve and Henri fuck had made his cock begin to stir.
When Adam first realised that Eve intended to fuck the waiter, he had been a little put out. In the short time of being with Eve, he had come to think of her as his. Even though he knew she was married to Mark it had felt like she was cheating on him. It was only when his voyeuristic side had kicked in that he started to see things differently.
Eve came out of the bathroom.
It was the thick, studded leather belt around her Lycra-clad waist he noticed first. Then the boots that covered the same amount of her legs as the stockings had earlier. Then the dog chain.
“Come here!” she growled and jangled the dog chain. Adam was taken by surprise and was walking towards her before he realised what was happening.
The clinging Lycra dress was extremely short, with lacing down both sides that showed her slender figure. The stark look of the costume seemed to enhance the beauty and innocence of her face and blonde hair, Adam thought.
“Sit!”
“I said Sit! Now!”
Adam, crouched, happy to play along with sweet Eve’s game, anything to get in her sweet, hot pussy again.
“Right down! On your haunches!”
Giggling a little, Adam settled on his ankles. The leather dog collar was around his neck in seconds and Eve did up the buckle.
“There’s a good boy,” she said as she checked the free play around his neck. From his sitting position, Adam could appreciate her costume even more. The patent leather boots were laced from the heel all the way up to the cavalier cuff high on her thigh, and the slender heels were chromed. The dress afforded him a view of her pouting pussy. Eve caught his gaze.
“Do you want to lick my pussy?”
“Oh yes!”
“Don’t you mean yes please?”
Adam started to lean towards her, his tongue already protruding, ready to taste her nectar again. He drew closer and closer only to find Eve pulled the chain attached to his collar, making him slip sideways.
“You didn’t say please.”
Adam leaned towards Eve’s pussy without saying another word. This time she jerked the chain causing Adam to stop. He was quite taken aback by the sharpness.
“Now you are a bad boy!”
Eve stepped towards the bed and began to pull Adam along with the chain.
“Walk!”
Adam began to get up, which made Eve stop and stare strongly at him.
“On your hands and knees!”
Adam was not sure he was happy with where things seemed to be headed but went along with her again. As he set off, she pulled the chain back, forcing him to crawl along with his shoulders in line with her heel. When they got to the bed, she smoothed the cover and patted the mattress.
“Jump up.”
Adam climbed on and lay face down.
“Roll over, you bad boy.”
Now he was face up, Adam looked again at Eve’s costume, and that angelic face framed by her long blonde hair and felt stirrings in his groin. He had to have sex with her again. As he looked, Eve took hold of the flogger which had been tucked in her leather belt. Adam hadn’t really noticed before but now saw it had a thick rubberised handle and a lot of tresses, each one a suede leather lace with knots every few centimetres. Adam was getting an erection.
“Now bad boy, what are we going to do with you?”
Eve dangled the tresses over his cock and balls, then started passes that started between his legs and moved up to his stomach, the knots in the tresses dragging over his sack and the length of his shaft. She flicked the flogger and Adam flinched even though there was no pain inflicted. He was somewhat apprehensive of this new side to Eve, but he was also becoming hard to the point of throbbing.
“Enough playing, roll over!”
Adam did, pressing his pulsing erection between his body and the bed. He couldn't remember being that hard before. He turned his head to one side so he could see Eve. He heard the swish of the flogger and felt the sting on his buttocks. The sting passed quickly, and he started feeling more at ease. Eve arced the flogger three times in quick succession, hitting his right buttock, then the left and the last one across both with a few tresses stinging his sack.
“Oh! You are colouring up nicely.”
She gave him two more swishes, one to the left and one to the right.
“I think this bad boy is ready for his punishment,” said Eve, which uneased Adam as he rather hoped he had just had that.
“Count with me!” growled Eve and Adam heard a much higher pitched swish that ended a sharp crack on his buttocks; he bucked slightly as his body took the stinging sensation.
“One!”
Eve dangled the tresses between his legs, making them brush the back of his sack.
The second stroke stung even more.
“Two!”
Eve dragged the flogger over the back of his sack, causing his cock to pulse again. He had never been so hard. He began to want the next thrash only to get that sensation on the back of his balls. After the fifth stroke, no drag followed. Instead, Eve slid her knee onto the bed and pressed her pussy onto his face.
“Lick!”
Adam started to greedily eat at her lips, but she pulled away after the first contact.
“Six!”
Once again, he had the briefest chance to lick her nectar. It tasted even sweeter. By now his buttocks were becoming numb, but a deeper throbbing ache took over from the stinging on the skin. Eve piled on more, harder thrashes.
“Nine!”
Adam’s tongue was already out before Eve’s pussy was presented for him. He took one long, hard lick along her lips and onto her swollen clit.
“Nine!”
It was the sharpest one yet and Adam cried out. “That was ten!” he called out through gritted teeth.
“My Bad Boy can’t count now! If I say it’s Nine, it’s Nine!”
He savoured her juices, eagerly sucking them into her mouth.
The next stroke caught the top of his thighs where he was not yet numbed and gave the same stinging sensation of the first few.
“Nine! What number was that?”
“Nine,” Adam answered straining to subdue the pain.
“Ten! Oh, how I love the sound a flogger!"
It was the sharpest thrash of all, and Adam gasped.
“There, Bad Boy, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” All Adam could think was that his cock was painfully hard.
This time there was no sweet, hot, wet pussy presented to him; instead, Eve got on the bed, on all fours and braced herself with hands on the headboard. Adam looked up from his lying position to see her arse and pussy just in front of him.
"Now fuck me like an animal!"
A flood of emotions hit him. Revenge: he wanted to get even with her. Lust: he needed to fuck her, desperate to have his raging cock slammed into her cunt. Pain: his buttocks throbbed and ached. Anger: that she had flogged him without his permission.
But he knelt behind her, slipped the end of his cock between her lips, then slammed into her, slapping his body against her arse. He burned all those emotions in the most vigorous fuck of his life.
It must have been a few hours later when Adam awoke. He needed a pee and rolled to get off the bed, only for his buttocks to remind him of what had happened. In the bathroom, he looked over his shoulder and saw the red blotches at centre of each of his buttocks, and crimson lines of single tresses around the perimeter, each dotted where the knots had had an added impact.
He thought about storming out but saw Eve's naked body on the bed, her arse pointed towards him, his cum still all over her lips. He lay behind her and she pushed back against him, the soft warmth of her buttocks pressing against his cock.
Adam awoke to the sound of a man’s voice. The room was lit by daylight.
“Oh dear, my sweet little Eve has done a number on you.”
He was lying, naked and uncovered on the bed. He correctly assumed it was Mark.
“Think you’ll need to keep your Y-fronts on for a few days or your wife is going to wonder what you’ve been up to.” The dull ache from his buttocks told him that Mark was right. Adam started to take in his surroundings. Eve was leaning back against the headboard, her legs spread wide each side of Adam’s head. The end of a small vibrator was just visible between her wet lips and he soon detected the purr of its motor.
“Still, I’ll bet you had a great fuck after your thrashing! I bet you fucked her like the cock hungry bitch on heat she is!”
And Mark was right again. As he looked at Eve’s wet pussy, he remembered ramming into her, slapping the side of her arse with the flat of his hand. He had humped her as hard and fast as he could without a thought for her. She had orgasmed, but he just ignored her and slammed on. He had grabbed her hair and twisted it around his hand until it was tight against her scalp, then pulled it back, causing her to arch and let him slam her harder. He remembered the burning sensation in his balls as he built up. His final thrust was so hard Eve lost her grip and they both collapsed on their sides, his cock exploding in her, then continuing with pump after pump as her pussy gripped onto him.
Mark was sitting on the bed, taking his shoes off, unbuttoning his shirt. Adam needed a pee and left for the bathroom. When he returned, Eve was lying, face up on top of Mark, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her. Seeing her having sex again began to arouse him.
"Come and join us, Adam," she purred, and he got on the bed, kneeling between both of their spread legs. He watched her body thrill as Mark pushed into her and watched her slowly swing her hips from side to side to add to the sensations inside her pussy.
“Join me in her,” said Mark. “Eve loves being doubled up.”
Eve reached out and took hold of his cock. He stiffened under her expert touch, strokes and squeezes. She pulled him closer and used the end of his cock to tease her clit while Mark continued to steadily slide in and out. She raised herself up, off Mark, and into a crab position, except it was Mark holding up her shoulders so she could use her hands to guide Adam into her.
She was hot, wet and eager. He played in and out of her a few times, then she lowered herself onto Mark again, his cock sliding in up to the hilt while Eve’s hand worked Adam's erection. She rose again and Adam pushed into her, eager to feel her pussy around his shaft. Then she lowered, using her hand to control Mark's cock. The first time she missed and Mark's cock flicked up past Adam's. The second time she had to push down very hard. Adam felt something hard pushing against his cock. For a moment it was a stalemate, then suddenly Eve's body dropped, her pussy became incredibly tight and Adam lay full length on top of her, supporting himself with his arms.
“Fuck her, Adam! Fuck my slut for all of us. Fuck her hard and don’t stop until you cum.”
Adam came to the boil very quickly, pumped into her velvet pussy, and then found his softening cock was pushed out of her. He slipped off and Mark and Eve rolled over together. It was a hard, fast, reclaim fuck that had Eve screaming to the god of fuck.
On the train home, Adam raked over his memories, frequently being interrupted by a twinge from his buttocks. He wondered why he had just lain there while she flogged him. He wasn't restrained, except by his own mind. It was the same that had stopped him raising his head to get to her pussy and stopped him pushing up into her when she slowly took his cock into her. He hadn’t because she was his goddess. And he was her subject. She had trained him.
‘Had it been worth it? Would he repeat the whole experience?’
A self-satisfied smile spread across his face.
Thank you for reading my story, and I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a comment here, and do take a look at my catalogue on Lush in case there's something else that takes your fancy! BTW, Adam and Eve is cockney rhyming slang for 'believe'.
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