A sequel to 'Lessons From a Soulmate'
My relationship with Kate deepened as the months passed. We still lived apart but she was more open to me staying over at her house on the weekends that her two sons stayed with her, but we had to be quiet in the bedroom. On alternate weekends the boys went to stay with their father and Kate would either stay at my apartment or we would go away. We occasionally saw Jane and Dave, with whom we had enjoyed three days and nights of relentless sex at the forest cabin in Summer. They lived over four hours away so we only managed to see them on all too infrequent weekends. I looked forward to these visits. Jane and Kate were old college friends and shared a passion for adventurous sex. Dave had introduced me to bisexual sex and his was the first cock I ever sucked.
True to her word Kate had let her hair regrow after the haircuts and shaves at the cabin. She now wore her hair in a short bob style with a blunt fringe. Her occasional visits to the hair salon for a light trim had removed the bleached blonde remnants of her buzz cut and she was back to being a natural redhead. She shaved her legs but I persuaded her not to touch her armpits so she refrained from wearing sleeveless clothes as we moved through the Fall and into Winter. By December her ginger bush was becoming denser and small tufts of hair sprouted from under her arms trapping the exquisite heady scent of sexual pheromones that so attracted me to explore with my tongue. My own hair had also grown back to its usual length although Kate often said she preferred me bald and I must admit that I liked the thought of her rubbing her copious cunt juices over my bald pate. My own pubic hair had also grown back through the itchy stubble phase in September to become a more familiar bush.
Kate and I still liked to talk about sex and played a game to uncover our sexual preferences. She once said, " Dildo. Ridged or smooth?"
I had never thought that I would have a preference but, on consideration, I realised that I much preferred the texture of a ridged plastic cock invading my anal passage. Inevitably, that's exactly what I got that evening while Kate took a smooth rubber dildo up her arse as I fucked her vagina with my cock.
Another time she said," Handcuffs or rope?"
Again, I struggled but thought that the feel of a smooth handcuffs would be preferable to that of rough rope. That began our first session of bondage play with both of us taking it in turns to be restrained while the other teased and played. It was in one such session, where I had handcuffed Kate to the bedpost and made her kneel on the bed with her arse in the air. I was intending to move behind her and fuck her cunt and then her arse when she suddenly looked back and said, "Spank me!"
We had never ventured this far into BDSM before but I suddenly felt my cock twitch and said,"Hand or belt?"
"Both," she replied.
So with my cock standing proudly in front of me, I knelt beside her on the bed and tentatively let her have a couple of slaps on each cheek. She squirmed a little and let out a small, "Mmm."
Encouraged by her reaction I gave her some more, varying the force and the rhythm of the blows as I alternated between each cheek. She squealed at the harder slaps as her cheeks reddened, but still murmured enthusiastically. I noticed that her pussy lips had become wet and that her cunt juices were dribbling down the inside of her thighs. I desperately wanted to stick my mouth underneath and lick her wet hairy pussy but every time I slowed down, she looked back and begged for me to continue and to make it harder.
After a while, I stepped over to my discarded trousers and removed my belt. I made sure she was watching as I stretched out the belt and tested a few light slaps over my hand. Her eyes grew wider and she licked her lips. I walked over to the bed and whispered in her ear, "let's see how you like this. Just say, 'Shave me' if you want to stop."
I stood at the side of the bed and laid the belt hard across her buttocks. She gasped as the leather cracked across her well-spanked cheeks and then looked back and smiled at me while licking her lips. It was a definite challenge and one that I readily accepted. I let her have three in quick succession on her arse cheeks and then two hard cracks across her thighs. She squealed loudly and shouted, "Ow! Shave me."
I unlocked the handcuffs and went to hold her but she stayed in position kneeling on the bed. I moved behind her and wedged my head under her legs so that my tongue could access her wet pussy. She ground her cunt into my face and, as I worked with my tongue she soon erupted into shuddering orgasm letting out a guttural moan and thrusting hard into my face. She came with a gush all over my face before collapsing face down on the bed.
We lay there for several minutes. She was quite still while I continued to savour the aroma of her hairy cunt. Eventually, she raised her head turned around and kneeled by my side. She began to wank my cock before surrounding it with her lips. I desperately needed to come so I positioned myself in a kneeling position behind her and began to thrust in and out of her still wet vagina. The welts on her arse has reddened and were radiating heat. Kate began to pant and groaned as I inserted a finger up her arse. She came again so I took my wet cock out of her cunt and worked it slowly up her arse. After a few strokes, I could feel the tension building up inside me and I increased my pace while making it clear with a few loud gasps that I was about to explode. Kate twisted quickly, grabbing my cock as it popped out of her arse and placing it into her mouth just as I let loose the first of three long spurts of semen. Some went in her mouth, some on her face and the rest on her short red hair. She licked the tip of my cock savouring the sticky white liquid that coated it and looked longingly into my eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered . I knew then that I loved her.
Unusually, we did not discuss the events of that evening during the following days. For my part, it had aroused feelings and emotions of such intensity that I needed time to consider my next move. I was not sure that I enjoyed playing the dominant role and was not even sure that this was a fetish that I could take further. I think Kate sensed my unease and that she was dealing with intense thoughts herself. It was two weeks later, over dinner at her house, that she broached the subject.
"My bruises have gone now," she said with a light smile.
"Hey look," I stammered, " I was meaning to say I was sorry about that. I guess I got carried away."
"Don't be sorry."she replied. "It was the best sex that I've ever had. I love you." She moved in front of me and kissed me on the lips before whispering," Sub or Dom?"
"A bit of both, I think," I responded.
"You're a switch then," she said softly. "Welcome to the club. Crop or cane?"
